"This is the end of the world," Dick Fitswell
screamed at himself. "My cock. My gift to womankind will be lost. And with
it all hope for humanity. And it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker even if
the Doc shoots my balls and shaft full of Novocain feel alike."
The Doc felt the surgeon’s knife in his hand as he
checked its balance. Then narrowed his eyes as he noticed that something wasn’t
right. "Too dull," he remarked to Eskola, the Eskimo nurse now
standing next to him. Get me another one." Eskola went a few feet over to a
small chest of drawers where the Doc kept most of his instruments, shuffled
around through the drawers then called out to him: "There isn’t a single
surgeon’s knife left here."
"Damn the luck, "the Doc muttered. I used the
last one to shave with. These damn Canadian razors aren’t worth much these
days. Even Fitswell doesn’t deserve a dull blade. But I guess we will have to
use it anyway."
"Not to worry," I’ve got my hunting knife
with me," Eskola replied as she felt for it resting in the scabbard around
her waist. "We Eskimos use these things for everything and they have to be
sharp."
"Hold onto it," as I shoot his testicles up
with the syringe.
Dick Fitswell’s testicles and cock stood exposed to
the world as he lay there firmly clasped by the hospital bed’s mechanical arms
as the Doc moved in on him, the syringe firmly in his grip. Gently the Doc
fondled Dick’s balls as he prepared to pierce them with the needle.
"This is going to hurt like hell Dick. But after I
get your balls all shot up, we’ll give you a few minutes before I inject your
shaft. That won’t hurt nearly as much."
Suddenly Dick felt an idea hit him like a jolt of
lightning opening his eyes. A warm feeling came over his body as his confidence
returned. "Eskola", he called out. "Let’s blow this pop stand
and go fuck in your igloo. Remember my coming in you just a couple hours ago.
Imagine me doing that to you all night long?"
Eskola nearly dropped the knife. It was the words she
had been longing to hear for a long time. Someone actually wanted to fuck her.
And not just anyone. This wasn’t just anyone. This was Dick Fitswell, the
American who got all the women. "He really wants to fuck me," she
whispered to herself. "He already has but he’s just said he wants to fuck
me all night long. I must be good."
"Do you promise, Dick? Promise to fuck me all
night long?"
"I promise, Eskola. When I fucked you this
afternoon I suddenly realized how much you mean to me."
"How about tomorrow and how about the next
day?" Eskola pleaded.
"I will fuck you all week long, Eskola," Dick
Fitswell lied. "I knew in my heart that someday I’d meet someone just
like you and now you have become a dream come true."
"What’s going on?" screamed the Doc. Give
me that knife, Eskola. To hell with the anesthetic. We’ve got work to
do."
"Fuck you Doc. What have you ever done for
me?"
"If you value your job, you will give me that
knife," yelled the Doctor.
"What’s a job anyway compare to a good fuck?
Dick’s given me a better offer, Doc. Sorry."
The knife that she used to skin Caribou, kill grizzly
bears, and cut blubber into thin strips was a very large knife with a twelve
inch blade. It’s handle was large and heavy which furnished a solid grip. The
knife was as heavy as many pistols. She had bought it from a bunch of Mexicans
who had gotten lost in Igloo land. Like many Mexican hunting knives it had a
handle guard that resembled brass knuckles. Which such knives were often
employed as giving its owner the option of stabbing his adversary to death,
cutting off his head with a single slashing blow, or bashing out his teeth with
its handle guard. Tired of talking and tired of screaming, Eskola turned on the
Doctor then swung the handle end of the knife at his skull. There was a
sickening thud as the knife’s handle guard connected with his skull. The Doc
slumped to the floor.
Eskola then found the button on Dick Fitswell’s
hospital bed and pushed it which released the mechanical arms that had been
pinioning his arms and legs. As the steel arms protracted back into the bed Dick
Fitswell jumped up, a free man at last. Then....calmly, the pair left the
hospital to Eskola’s dog sled and huskies that she had parked outside.
The cold Canadian air was bracing and Dick Fitswell
wasn’t ready for it since he was still wearing his hospital gown. But there
had been no time to lose. It took only fifteen minutes for the dogs to pull them
to Eskola’s igloo. By this time Dick felt he would lose the penis that had
just narrowly escaped the surgeon’s knife to frostbite. But inside the igloo
was warm.
He almost tripped over Polarina who was lounging lazily
next to the fire in the center of the igloo. The humanoid that was half polar
bear and half eskimo lay on its side with its eyes half closed. A half empty
bottle of whiskey lay by her side. "I owe you one big time," Dick
Fitswell whispered to himself as he stared nervously at the huge monstrosity.
"You must be hungry," Eskola said to him.
"I will feed you in an hour but first I want you to fuck me." Then she
pointed out a huge polar bear rug a few feet from the fire. "Take off your
clothes," she ordered.
"I didn’t see that Polar Bear rug here the last
time I was here. Where’d you get it."
"Oh that. Polarina killed the bear for me
yesterday. Then skinned it for me as a present. Killed it with her bare
claws."
"You mean bear claws," Fitswell added.
"Yes. Bear claws. Since birth Polarina has been
slightly afflicted."
Relieved that he still had nine and a half inches of
his original twelve inch cock, Dick Fitswell gratefully took off his hospital
gown and lay across the rug as Eskola went down on him. He became aroused as
soon as her lips brushed against his dick. "Must be because of all the
excitement," he remarked to himself. Then he started to study the face that
was busily milking his member.
"Not that bad," he remarked to himself.
"I don’t know why I didn’t fuck her in the first place." Then he
remembered his American doctor’s orders to stay away from women for a couple
months. "Bad medical advice though. Dick Fitswell’s penis must be served.
Like a fine Ferrari it should be driven hard and not kept in the garage. That
doctor never knew what he was talking about. And to think of all the girls I
could have serviced in all that time that I’ve lost."
Eskola sensed that he was close to coming, then spit
his dick from her mouth. Meanwhile Dick was busily thinking. "I’ll make
her do all the work. I have something important to do tonight. Let her wear
herself out." Then he let her mount him. He didn’t come for fifteen
minutes. After he finished jetting into her, she collapsed on his chest. It had
been a hard day for her at work.
Fifteen minutes later she came to and remounted him.
This time it took him a half hour to come and once again she collapsed with her
head on his chest. Dick Fitswell reached around her, pulled her off, and
snuggled her body next to his, hoping she’d stay asleep this time.
An hour later Eskola was still sleeping next to him.
Dick Fitswell started to stare intensely at Polarina who was by this time in a
deep drunken slumber next to the fire. "No one. Nothing rapes Dick Fitswell
and gets away with it," he told himself. "If anyone’s going to do
any raping it’s gonna be me."
When Eskola had taken off her clothes she had left the
hunting knife in its scabbard next to her. Dick Fitswell pulled the knife from
the scabbard, then got up slowly and as quietly as he could to avoid waking up
Eskola. "So far so good," he whispered to himself as he slowly crawled
across the igloo to the sleeping humanoid by the fire.
"I think I’m Ulysses," Dick Fitswell said
to himself as he raised the knife above Polarina’s head. "Only this isn’t
going to be any Cyclops, he remarked as he drove its blade into one of Polarina’s
eyelids. Thrusting down onto the knife he could feel its blade cut through
Polarina’s eye, through her skull and into the humanoid’s brain. Death was
instantaneous although there was a great deal of blood spurting from out of
Polarina’s eye socket.
"Now comes the hard part, " Dick Fitswell
thought as he grabbed Polarina by the arms and started dragging her to the far
end of the igloo, into those same shadows where Polarina had raped him. Luckily
Eskola slept on--dead to the world. Dick went back to the fire and cleaned up
the blood that had spurted from Polarina.
"I was sure noisy dragging Polarina out of
sight," Dick Fitswell gloated to himself. "Would have woken anybody
up. But I fucked Eskola twice and this just goes to show that I, Dick Fitswell,
am the world’s best fuck. I am just too much for any woman alive."