"Mr. George, do you notice anything odd about the incision to open the body?" I asked."Yes, it was done with precision not just a hack job. A scalpel ...as used and the incision is just the right depth so as to not cut into the internal organs. The person or persons doing these things has at least some rudimentary medical knowledge; whether that be a doctor or coroner or even a veterinarian I do not know," he said."And the dissection of the organs is that as precise also?" I asked."Yes ma'am it. She loves all kinds of art but poetry was her absolute favorite type of art form, there was on the planet. You guys were so close that she would not mind sleeping in the same bed together because she just loves hanging out with her younger brother.Your name is Mike which is short for Michael and you have a dirty fantasy. You want to fuck and eventually want to marry your older sister. Even though you grew up knowing that these feelings are wrong and it is frown upon society, you could not care. "I love this outfit!" she said, admiring herself in the mirror.Her outfit was the same as mine, a black low-cut jacket and wide, ankle-length skirt combination, with knee-high leather boots that laced at thefront, a high-collared white blouse with lot of ruffles, and a bolero-style black hat. I'd helped her get into these, but before giving her thehat I'd pulled her long, blonde hair back into a curled-under pony tail,tying this off with a bow of black ribbon whose trailing ends reacheddown to. One of the other guards was behind Bill, out of his sight. He had grabbed Bill's cock with one hand and his balls with the other and squeezed his massive hands around the leather sleeves. The tacks in the cock sleeves were pushed into his cock, piercing the skin. His balls ached, crushed by the guard's hands, shooting pains in his stomach, the longer tacks pushing deep into his balls. The guard released his grip and than again squeezed tightly, crushing Bill's balls and his cock. Bill screamed.