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As the subject line says, anyone can recommend any such stories on this site. I heard of a story named Julie's day out by blood lust but can't find it sadly. Anyways would greatly appreciate any recomendations.


If you scroll down to 2018-06-08 on this board, you'll see my thread titled "The many deaths of Julie," and the story you mentioned is in that thread. It does feature lesbian sex and a very brutal murder, although the killer is an enraged and drunken boyfriend, not a lesbian.

Oddly enough, I am in the process of typing a story that does feature exactly what's in the title of your post. If this board doesn't crash again, you might get to read it. I intend to post it in my Julie thread when it's finished.


TSade has a story like that, don't quite remember what it was called though and I think you have to find it on his site


Well I'd love to hear more about your story blood lust?


Sounds like time to repost the Mindtrap epic! It's about a lesbian serial cannibal.

Mindtrap - Break (Part 1)

My name is Annabel, and I love girls. They're soft and smooth, and taste so divine. Their perky breasts that I just love to suck on, their hot little pussies that I like to stick my tongue and fingers into. I love to listen to their whimpers as I massage their soft tender nether regions with my mouth, licking up their orgasmic juices. I really love eating the pussy of a beautiful girl.

I also love to listen to their screams as I deprive them of their most intimate possessions. You see, I'm also a cannibal. I really, really love eating the pussy of a beautiful girl. Annabel the Cannibal.

I wonder if my parents had some sort of premonition when they named me?

I'm in the apartment of my latest victim. She's a gorgeously cute little blonde thing. I can't wait to sink my teeth into her. I've already stripped her, and she's tied to the bed in front of me. I wonder what's going through her head? Maybe she thinks I'm preparing her to be raped by a male accomplice. So few of them ever expect me to be dangerous. They see another girl, not a predator. I'm very good at hiding my nature. I've been watching this girl for weeks. I made sure she lives alone. Wouldn't want to be interrupted. I also had to make sure her apartment was a safe place to play. It's perfect. No visibility from outside, nice thick soundproof walls. People value their privacy so much. I value it more.

She's trying to tell me something through the gag in her mouth. Aaah! She's so adorable. All helpless and vulnerable. I'm getting wet just from anticipation. I start to undress myself. Her eyes go wide in surprise, causing me to giggle. You'd think this possibility never crossed their mind.

I let the last of my clothing slip to the floor, and let her watch me stroke my labia. I insert a couple of fingers and bite my lip in bliss. Mounting the bed, I move between her legs and attach my mouth to her genitalia, pushing my tongue as far as it can go into her vagina. She squeals as I lick her relentlessly. The fingers of my free hand replace my tongue, and I find her clitoris and suck it into my mouth. She's starting to leak a bit now, her squeals turning to moans turning to panting. I love making them come one last time.

I wonder, if they ever knew what I was going to do to them afterwards, would they still be able to become aroused? I'll have to tell one of them one day. Maybe. After all, I love to surprise them.

Shes peaking now. I look up and see her eyes are crossed, unfocused. Her juices are flowing freely as she orgasms. It's time. Her clit is still in my mouth and I bite down hard. She doesn't notice at first, in the middle of her orgasm, but as I clamp my teeth on her little bud and grind them together, she becomes all too aware of what is happening to her womanhood. Her screams are no longer ones of bliss, but cries of shock and fear. Her blood is filling my mouth, and I'm unable to bite all the way through her clit, so I have to tug on it a bit, until finally her little pleasure center comes away from her body.

Her severed clitoris is in my mouth! I'm in heaven, rolling her little former organ around on my tongue. She's in hell, screaming into her gag as her blood soaks into the sheets beneath us. My fingers pump away in my pussy as I orgasm. I wonder if I should try using a vibrator in the future?

I climb up to her chest and straddle her chest. She's looking at me with big doe eyes. She doesn't even know what I've done, all she knows is that her pussy hurts like hell. I'll enlighten her. I reach into my mouth and take out her well-chewed clitoris. It's still retained most of its shape, but she doesn't recognize it at first. Oh, wait, there it is. She's starting to cry. Yeah, she's figured it out. I smile at her and stroke her cheeks and face with her clit, rubbing it across her gagged lips. I grin and pop it back into my mouth. She watches me chew on it for the final time before swallowing. i feel it moving down my throat. It's wonderful. I love the feeling. I love knowing she just watched me eat her precious organ. I can feel it inside me, a glowing beacon of warmth in my stomach.

Her expression is one of horror, and it turns to fear as I crawl back down to her pretty little privates. I'm hungry. I attack her labia, biting them, pulling on them with my teeth, to the sounds of her muffled shrieking. They're stretchy and hard to bite through, but they have limits. Piece by bloody piece, I managed to bite off and devour her labia, one fleshy mouthful at a time.

Finally I looks down at her pussy. I make sure I've eaten all of her fun sexy bits. There's nothing left down there now, just a bloody hole in the place of where she once had a lovely flower. Surprisingly, she's still conscious. Usually by this point I have to revive my victims. She's quite tough for her size. I wonder if she works out?

I crawl up to her perky chest and look into her eyes. I take out her gag. She just makes a little whimpering noise. I guess all that screaming tired out her throat a bit. That's fine by me. I turn around and lower my pussy onto her face. She struggles a bit, but I growl at her and tell her to suck on my clit. I pinch and twist her nipples until she complies. I feel my clit go into her mouth and she begins to suck while I caress her pale breasts. It doesn't take long for her to bring me to a second orgasm. She didn't bite my clitoris off. I wonder why none of them ever do? You'd think after mutilating their tender parts they'd want a bit of payback. Maybe they're just scared. Maybe they think I might hurt them more if they don't treat me nicely.

I look down at her breasts as I squeeze them. It occurs to me I've never eaten a girl's breast before. I wonder what they taste like? Inspired, I hop off her face. She starts to plead with me to let her go, telling me she won't call the police, she just needs to get to a hospital. I hate it when they beg. It makes me feel like a bad person. I force the gag back in her mouth and everything is alright again.

Wandering into her kitchen I look around.I spy a wooden block at the end of the bench and walk over to it. Pulling out the biggest knife I let out an appreciative gasp as I inspect the blade. It looks very sharp. I hurry back to my victim and straddle her stomach this time. Her eyes widen with fear as I bring the knife into view and place the edge of the blade against the side of her right breast. She starts trying to tell me something through the gag. I don't really pay attention. Instead I grip her tit with my free hand and begin to cut, spilling crimson across her chest. The rest must have let her throat get better because she starts screaming in earnest again. Her breast is quite hard to hold, covered in sweat like it is. It makes it difficult to cut properly, and I have to start sawing with the knife to cut my way through the tissue.

I wonder what it feels like to have your breasts cut off? I hope I get to find out one day. My mother always said you should try new things. Maybe I'll meet a nice girl like myself one day and let her cut my tits off. Maybe if I can't find anyone I'll cut them off myself.

The knife completes its journey across her chest and her detached breast comes away in my hand. Holding it by the nipple, I lay the knife down on her stomach and poke it. The breast, not the knife. It's all stretched out and long, dripping blood onto her already bloody chest. It looks and feels very weird. I stare at it in wonder while she stares at it in disbelief. I guess this is a new experience for both of us.

I hold it by the bottom of the breast instead, and watch as it changes shape. It feels kind of like a water balloon. I lift it to my mouth and gnaw around the edge of the cut a bit, biting off pieces of her breast and eating them. Looking down at her I see she's starting to get a bit woozy. I lean down to her remaining tit and lick her nipple slightly, before wrapping my mouth around it and biting it off. She barely makes any noise her eyes becoming unfocused as I chew on the rubbery titbit. I guess the fun is over.

I turn around, picking up the knife, and cut out what is left of her vagina. I'd rather the police don't make the link to cannibalism. The media would be on it like sharks. Too much attention. Without that it's just another murder in a big city, nothing out of the ordinary. Even though I've left the odd print on her, I should be fine. My prints aren't on record, and there's nothing to link me to her. It's funny, the police just don't tend to suspect a woman like me of a sexual crime. They go after the guys and end up with a bunch of false leads, by which time I'm long gone. She's not moving any more. I drop the pussy meat into a sealable plastic bag, and get another one for the breast I removed. I'll take them home and cook them up for a meal later tonight. I wonder how I should cook her breast?

I take a quick trip into her shower and clean myself off. Dressing, I nonchalantly make my way out of her apartment and head downstairs. I step outside to the night sky. I think I've had enough of this city. Best not to hang around in one place too long.

I wonder what Paris is like at this time of year?


Mindtrap - Deux (Part 2)

I swore as I saw the empty cigarette packet. I hadn't even realised I was out. Pulling to the side of the road, I removed the keys from the ignition and got out of the car. It was a gorgeous day in the French countryside. The trees were green, the birds sang in the trees, and the sun shone down on a warm spring morning. I should have felt great, but instead I felt like shit.

I felt like I was suffocating. My lungs couldn't get the air they needed and my heart ached. It wasn't a panic attack, or so my shrink tells me. The meds I was prescribed were for anxiety, but apparently my feelings were too mild to be considered anything more than general stress. He suggested a trip to the country might help. Of course I thought it was a load of horseshit. He doesn't understand a damn thing about me, not that I could fault him for that. I've never exactly been honest with him - some things are best left unsaid, even to a professional.

I grabbed my phone and purse from the passenger seat of my Mercedes, a sleek silver thing I'd bought just a few months ago when I arrived in France. I'd found an apartment here, something nice in the city. Private, but close to the population center. I'm a metro girl. I like cafés and croissants and shoe stores. I was also renting a warehouse out in the country for private reasons. It was here that I was staying on my little sojourn, a quiet building just a couple of miles from the edge of the brackish wood I now found myself at, gritting my teeth in frustration and out of cigarettes. Fuck.

I ran my hands through my long black hair and took a deep breath. And another. Slowly, the world came back into focus, but I was still on edge. What the hell, I pay the guy thousands of euros a month, maybe I should take his advice once in a while. I locked my car and climbed the fence by the side of the road. Hopping off the other side, a crack startled me as I landed on a dry branch. Nature: 0, top of the line black boots: 1. I love my pradas but sometimes you need something a bit tougher. Glad I wore them today. Trying to walk a forest in heels will get a girl sent to the the hospital. I blushed at the thought of having to explain doing something as silly as that to a paramedic.

I looked up at the sky as I entered the woods, the sun disappearing behind the canopy. I started to feel a bit better, I've never been fond of the sun. Sure, the warmth feels great, but it's always reminded me of a giant big brother eye, always watching what I do when I'm under it's gaze. Also, I burn easy. Pearly white skin, my third best feature as far as I'm concerned. Not pale, but far from tan. Lots of guys notice me for the contrast between my skin and my hair. I'm usually wearing black, and it gives me a bit of a vampire look. The sexy kind and I love it, but that sun doesn't exactly make me glitter.

I hiked my way through the forest for about 10 minutes. There was no path, but I have a great sense of direction. Besides, I'd be hard pressed to get lost in this wood. This entire area is farmland. If I walked for 30 minutes in any direction, I'd find myself in a field surrounded by cows. There wasn't very much underbrush here among the tree trunks, and it was easy going minus a few bumps and rocks on the forest floor. I stop as I hear a trickling sound. Following it I came to a split in the trees. The sun shone through, lighting up a small stream. The water was fantastically clear on a bed of rocks, the sun giving it a look of glitter along the surface. I started to follow it downstream, carefully treading on the bigger stones trying not to break an ankle.

As I walked I started to hear the sound of a waterfall. Not a roar - the stream wasn't exactly big enough to support anything monumental. This sounded more like one of those quiet mini-falls, cascading down rock. I do love those, and I was a little astounded I'd find one here. I found myself hurrying towards it, but I suddenly stopped in my tracks as on the edge of the sound of falling water, I heard voices. Two of them? They sounded like girls.

My curiosity was piqued. I started moving forward surreptitiously, trying to gauge my distance from them. I came to a little outcrop of stone at the edge of a small bank. I got down on my hands and knees and started to crawl towards the edge. Looking down below I was rewarded with a lovely sight. A small clearing hosted a crystal clear pool. Water from the stream fell out over empty air before hitting rock and streaming to the water below. But none of that was interesting. Splashing around at the far side of the pool were two naked girls.

They were skinny dipping. A small pile of belongings lay a short distance away from the water, safe and dry. The two girls looked to be in their late teens, the chests full with newly developed breasts. They giggled and shrieked as they splashed each other and played some sort of water tag. They looked very similar, even at this distance. Not identical, but most likely sisters, with the same dark auburn hair sticking to their wet skin. As I watched, I found my right hand reaching down to my jeans almost unconsciously. Unbuttoning the tight denim, my hand crept inside, under my panties and between my legs.

My breath grew heavy as I stroked myself, watching them. Their bouncing breasts were almost hypnotizing me and I could catch glimpses of small dark patches between their legs just beneath the surface of the water. I bit back a moan as I pinched my clitoris. I was starting to create a damp patch in my panties. Suddenly I stopped, withdrawing my hand. I quickly buckled myself up and crept away from the edge. I started walking quickly back upstream, almost at a run. Through the forest I dashed from the point where I had found the stream, running over the hard, leaf-covered ground. I slowed to a jog as I reached the fence that my car lay just beyond, vaulting over it before bending over to catch my breath, panting. My head swam.

I looked around at the deserted countryside. They must have come from once of the farms on the other side of the woods, there were no houses within sight. I stepped over to the boot of my car and pressed the button on my key to unlock it. I reached in, grabbing the cloth that lay there and pulled it back. I took hold of my rifle and the bag of tranqs next to it. Shutting the boot I looked around again. Not a soul to be seen, in any direction. My heart thudding in my chest, I locked the car and started to make my way back to the woods.

I'm not usually wrong, but I admit it when I am. Maybe my psychiatrist was right about coming out here after all. This may be exactly what I need.

One of the girls had climbed out of the pool and was sunbathing on one of the rocks. Her figure made my heart beat twice as hard and my panties even damper. Her sister was also getting out and was heading towards her gear. I took careful aim at the sunbathing girl, held my breath, and pulled the trigger. She let out a yelp as the red dart blossomed on her thigh. Her hand went to it as I quickly began loading another one. She pulled it out, looked at it for a second, and let it drop into the water as she slowly sank back on the rock.

Her sister had turned towards her, probably asking what was wrong, but I was ready. I took aim at the other girl and fired my second round. The dart hit her in the top of her left breast and she staggered back in surprise. She looked up at me for a second then slowly keeled over as the sedative took hold. I let out a little 'hooray!' in my head as I shouldered the rifle and started making my way down.

I approached the sunbathing girl first. I gently stroked my hand up the curve of her leg as I climbed onto the rock next to her, slightly angling toward her mound as my fingers passed her hips, up her stomach and to the curve of her round breast. Taking it in my hand, I softly fingered her nipple. I watched as it started to harden, as she unconsciously became aroused. I lowered my head and opened my mouth over her breast... and stopped. I sat up and checked myself. Bad idea. I was in a public place with two nude drugged teenage girls and I was getting distracted. This was neither the time nor the place.

I made my way over to their belongings and gathered up some clothes. I returned the the sunbather and began to dress her. Being found carrying a nude girl through the woods is slighty more damning than carrying a fully clothed one. It's a rather slight distinction, but there nonetheless. I went to her sister and did the same with the remaining clothes. I then hid her body under a bush before returning to the first girl. I swallowed. Time for the risk.

I'm actually quite athletic for my small size, and she was a light girl. Carrying her in my arms didn't slow me down too much as I made my way back up the stream and through the trees to the car in about quarter of an hour. Hesitating at the edge of the foliage, I scanned the hills for any sign of life. The baa of a sheep made my heart jump in my chest. I cursed the creature, hoping it ended up on someone's dinner plate, and continued to look for *intelligent* life. Deciding there was none, I bit the bullet and dashed for the car. Reaching the fence, I lifted my sleeping treasure and - gently as I could - dumped her on the other side. Hopping over after her I hit the unlock button on my key and opened the boot. Within seconds I had her inside and safely out of sight. I dumped my rifle on the back seat under its blanket, and began to make my way back to the clearing.

My heart thudded in my chest as I quickly hopped from rock to rock alongside the stream. No footprints would show up on solid stone, and the fallen plant matter further upstream had prevented any imprints being left in the dirt. If the girls had told anyone where they were going, dogs could still be a problem, but the scent would stop at the road, and there would be no indication they were unconscious or taken there against their will.

I reached the clearing again and gathered up personal effects I could see. Picking up the second girl, I began the second journey back to my getaway vehicle. I chuckled to myself as a imagined myself robbing a bank then leaping into my Mercedes and driving away with the cops in hot pursuit. A regular Bonnie and... well, just Bonnie, really.

For the second time I scanned the horizon, looking for the peering, accusing eyes I feared to see. They did not appear and I breathlessly took the same route as I did with her sister, wincing as her body hit the ground on the other side of the fence and scaling the wood after it. There was a short bank of grass just before the gravel where I was parked, so hopefully they wouldn't feel any discomfort from the fall when they woke. There was no need for unintentional harm.

I lay her down next to her sister and turned my head away as I slammed the boot. I wanted to gaze on them just a bit longer, but I refused to give in to weakness. There would be time for that later. I inserted the key and turned the ignition. The radio flared to life, jumping into an upbeat Beatles song. As I did up my belt and started to pull out of the rest stop, my heart leapt with joy. I felt as giddy as a schoolgirl, and suddenly as that crisp spring morning sun shone down on me, everything was right with the world again. All my stress, all my anxiety was gone. I started to sing along as I made my way back to Maisse, back to the empty warehouse I had my lawyer in New York rent anonymously on my behalf.


The sisters slept softly side by side on a bed of black satin sheets. A long silvery chain ran from one of each girl's pretty little ankle to a rivet in the floor. Thick curtains hung down around the room, not covering windows of course, but simply breaking up the stoic grey brick of the walls, giving it an almost luxurious look for an old basement. I expected this would probably send rather mixed messages to them when they woke up, but I wanted them to be as comfortable as I could possibly make them. I sighed in admiration as I watched them through the two-way mirror. I had seen some beautiful girls before, and even done... things... to some of them, but these two took my breath away. I ran a hand between my legs, lightly touching my nakedness. I sat, nude, in a room on the other side of the mirror, the red led of the camera beside me the only source of illumination. As I trailed my eyes over the curves of their chests, I pinched myself in my most intimate place, biting my lip at the rush of sensation.

One of them started to stir. Her eyes slowly began to open. She looked around at first, clearly confused about where she was. I love that first minute. Such innocence and wonder shows on their faces, shortly before the fears of reality come crashing down. Sure enough, it didn't take her long to notice the chain leading from her leg to the floor, restricting her movement to a short area around the bed. She started to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. As she started shaking her sister, I listened to her hysterical words through the high quality microphones hidden around the room.

"Marie! Please, god, Marie, wake up! Oh god, where are we? Marie, please, please open your eyes!"

So, the one was called Marie. She had a slightly shorter hairstyle than her sister. Marie started to murmur as her sister wept over her. Unlike... well, I would find out her name soon enough, Marie came awake suddenly, sitting up with a start. Aw, no beautiful moment of innocence. I let myself childishly pout in the darkness of my room. Marie gathered her wits about her quickly, hugging her crying sister. She was letting out little shushes, trying to settle the other's frayed nerves.

"Estelle, listen to me. I promise, nothing bad will happen to you. Shh, it's okay. We're going to be okay."

So, Marie and Estelle. Such lovely names, so fitting. Marie looked around the room at nowhere in particular. Marie was not going to be able to keep her promises however. Finally she called out, "Hello? Is anyone there? Please! Someone, anyone. Please, just let us go! Our families have money, we can pay you if you just let us contact them!"

I flashed her an irritated look, not that she could see me. I hate the begging. They always beg, at first, though this girl got to that a lot sooner than the rest. It always makes me feel like the bad guy. I reached over and flicked off the audio, muting her gorgeous red lips. The sound was still being recorded, I would listen to it later when it could no longer ruin my mood. I watched her sweet lips continue to move and envisioned myself kissing them. My hand continued to move against my pussy, my fingers creeping further inside with each stroke. I let out a little gasp as I squeezed my breast with my other hand, crushing it beyond comfort but not quite into the realm of pain. My thumb and forefinger latched onto my clitoris as I began to thrust into myself, pausing to pull hard on it before releasing it as my fingers returned to the wetness coming from deep inside me. It wasn't long before I was climaxing, my toes curling up and my eyes losing focus as I spilled my pleasure down the front of my chair.

I purred softly to myself, at least in my mind, licking the juices off my hand and feeling very much like the cat that got the cream. I'm pretty sure that's a saying. With that, I got up and made my way over to the door. It had been a long day and I was hungry, and I wanted to let my two angels get used to their surroundings. I was really looking forward to tomorrow.

Despite my distracted thoughts, I spent the evening in bed with a good book, before falling asleep. My dreams were filled with red lips and silky hair.

I carefully unbuttoned the sleeping girl's blouse. Pulling apart the cloth, her lovely pale breasts were exposed to me for the first time since I saw them in the woods. I lowered my mouth to the soft mound, kissing my way up the breast until I reached her nipple. Licking it gently, I watched in joy as it grew hard. Marie - somehow I knew her name was Marie - made cute little sounds in her throat as I sucked on it. She wouldn't wake up, the sedative should at least last another hour. Closing my teeth around her nipple, I pulled my head back, stretching her breast out before letting it bounce back into place as I released the slippery nub from my jaws.

I moved down her body to her pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them off her. A white pair of panties is all that remained between me and her most private area. I teased myself by delaying their removal, putting my face between her legs and inhaling her scent. My breast play appeared to have caused some arousal, as there was a small wet patch on the lacy white fabric. I grinned as I slipped my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down and off her slender legs. Holding the discarded lingerie to my face I inhaled one more time before putting them aside and pulling Marie to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. I took a hot flannel out of the bowl of steaming water I placed nearby and lay it over her pubic mound.

After a few minutes had passed, it had made her skin damp, so I removed it and picked up a sharp cut-throat razor. I was not using any cream for this as I wanted to be able to see what I was doing. Carefully I flicked the blade across her small wispy hair, removing it. She and her sister kept it well trimmed, so there was not much to remove and before long it was as bald as it was the day she was born. I inspected her pussy closely, looking for any stray hairs I may have missed. I ran my fingers across her labia, before grasping one of them and stretching it out a little bit. There was no hair to be seen.

I paused. I still had the razor blade in my other hand. Almost subconsciously I moved the razor sharp steel to her stretched lip and placed it at the top, almost breaking the skin. It would be so easy, just a little bit of pressure, and I would be holding a piece of her in my hand. A small drop of blood appeared where the metal met her flesh, and ran down her labia, like a red line showing me where to cut. I watched it, hypnotized. I was breathing fast now, unable to move for fear of giving in to my dark desire. My hand was shaking as I slowly moved the razor away from her sex, dropping it into the bowl of water with a splash, before wiping the flannel across her pussy, cleaning away the spilled blood. The tiny cut had already closed.

My restraint crumbled as I lowered my mouth to Marie's vagina, kissing it clumsily, my tongue darting out and licking her along her sexy lips. Her body responded to me automatically, growing wet at the pleasure she was feeling, even sleeping as she was. I kissed and licked and proceeded to push my tongue as deep as I could reach inside her. A cute whimpering started to come from her mouth, and there was a feeling in my own pussy, building steadily despite the fact that I wasn't touching myself. As Marie grew wetter and wetter, my own pleasure became stronger, until I opened my mouth and screamed out in ecstasy.

Panting, I sat up in bed. Looking at my hand, it was dripping with my own juices, a wet patch soaking into the the sheets between my legs. I smiled softly as I recalled my actions after bringing the girls in the previous day, the subject of my dream. I licked my hand clean, an activity I always enjoyed after cumming, then bounced out of bed. The next few hours were spent blissfully enjoying a traditional French breakfast while I reviewed the recording of the girls' actions after I left them last night. There was not much to note, a bit of calling out for help in the beginning, followed by hugging each other and eventually they drifted off to sleep. With me caught up to date, I picked up a handy chair and made my way over to door to their cell. It was time to introduce myself.

Marie gently stirred as I watched her. Her eyes opened just a crack, catching a glimpse of me in my dark red dress, sitting in my chair cross-legged and tapping one dark leather boot against the other while sipping a glass of orange juice as I waited. Suddenly she was awake, staring at me as she sat up, trying to take a defensive posture. Before she could say anything, I spoke up. "Good morning, Marie, again you woke very quickly. I hope you slept well." I gestured to the jug on a small table attached to the bed frame. "I saw you were out of water, so I brought you some more. You should keep drinking it, you don't want to get dehydrated."

She stared at me incredulously for a second, as though I was just a hallucination. "Who are you and how do you know my name? Where are we?" Her voice was calm but had a very definite hint of fear. Of course she had no idea how close she came to harm yesterday or there would have been more than just a hint.

"My name is Annabel. I know your names because you two have been talking to each other of course. Good morning Estelle." I gave Estelle my most disarming smile as she groggily roused from her stupor and looked at us. "As for your location, I don't want to tell you. Sorry."

Marie glared at me with very distrusting eyes while Estelle glanced at her. I could see she was definitely the authority of the pair. "Please, just let us go. I don't know why we're here, but can't you help us? You seem like a good person. Our families are probably worried about us."

"I'm afraid that's impossible, Marie. You appear to be a very smart girl, I'm sure you have a good idea of why you're here and what is going to happen."

Estelle chose this moment to speak up, whispering softly to her sister. "Marie, w-what does she mean? Why are we here?"

She took her sister's hand in hers. "There are more well-off families than ours, Estelle, I don't think think we're here to be ransomed." She looked at me. "Plus we've had our pubic area shaved." Estelle blushed at mention of this. "This is about sex, isn't it? Are you going to sell us to some rich pervert?"

I smiled. "You're right Marie, it is about sex. I'm certainly not going to sell you though. I'm the only one who knows you're here, and I'm the only one that will ever know. Please keep that in mind should you ever think of harming me. Without me, you will never be able to leave this room."

Estelle's eyes went wide as she understood. "You're a... lesbian?" She said it as though she was asking if I was an alien, or some other kind of fantastical creature she had heard about but never expected to see. "Are you going to rape us?"

I let out a polite laugh that sounded like one you would expect to hear in company at a formal gathering. "Estelle, whether or not it is rape is up to you. Personally I would be delighted if you simply do whatever I request of you without objection. I have no desire to use force, as long as you do do exactly as I ask." At my words, Estelle looked like she was going to be sick. standing, I stepped over to her and cupped her chin. Her crestfallen face made my heart feel like it was fluttering in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to turn her mournful expression into one of ecstasy, but I knew that it would not come without some form of coercion.

Before she could react, I leaned forward and planted a kiss on Estelle's shocked lips. Marie started to protest, but I held up a hand to silence her. I gently forced my tongue into the girl's mouth, muffling Estelle's embarrassed protestations. Breaking the kiss, I looked into her beautiful green eyes. She quickly looked away, her face glowing a cute shade of bright pink.

"I'll come back in 5 minutes. I want you two to be completely undressed by then. If you're not..." I looked at them sadly, "then I will have to convince you." I walked out of the room gracefully, pausing to enter the pin code to unlock the door. As soon as it closed behind me, any semblance of grace was gone as I dashed madly to the observation room to hear what they were saying.

Estelle, the innocent angel that she was, had started to unbutton her blouse when Marie stopped her. "Don't do what she wants."

"But she sounded like she would be angry if we don't. I'm scared, Marie."

"It's okay. She's a girl, like us. If it was a big guy with tattoos I'd be worried, but she seems too... I don't know, civilized. I don't think she's got it in her to really hurt us. We just need to stand up to her." I sighed as Marie spoke and rested my chin on one hand, watching them through the mirror. Don't judge a book by it's cover, girls, I thought sadly.

Estelle hugged her sister around the waist. "If you say so."

I looked at the clock. 5 minutes had passed and I needed to make a point. I picked up a small black cylinder and made my way back to the girls' room. They watched me warily as I approached them, still clinging to each other. I stood over them with a disappointed look on my face. "You two look so close lying there like that. It's very heartwarming, but you were supposed to be nude."

"Forget it." Marie was the one to speak up, of course. "We want to go home. You won't let us. Why should we do anything you say?"

"Because if you don't we'll all regret it. I didn't want to have to do this." I put the end of the black cylinder against Estelle's thigh and pressed the button. A sharp crack sounded from the device as the electricity arced into Estelle's body. She let out a surprised scream.

Marie swore at me as I did it a second time. "Fuck! Stop, what are you doing? Leave her alone!" Marie tried to protect her sister by acting as a shield and grabbing at the baton, but she wasn't fast enough. I dodged her and pressed the shaft into Estelle's heaving breast. This time I pressed the trigger and held it down. Estelle's screams pierced the air until Marie managed to knock the end of the weapon away. "STOP! Why are you only shocking Estelle? I was the one that stopped her from stripping, punish me!"

"Marie, that is exactly what I'm doing. I can see how much this hurts you, far more than it would if I electrocuted you directly. I don't like it either. You left me no choice." Estelle was sobbing, huddled up into a little ball, trying to protect herself. I felt a tightness in my chest looking at her. I put the baton down on my chair, out of reach of the bed. "Simply do whatever I ask, and your sister won't suffer, Marie. I need your cooperation, for Estelle's sake." Whatever I said, I didn't know if I would be able to punish Estelle again. I sat down beside her on the bed, putting my arms around her crying form. Marie glared at me but let me console her sister. She recoiled from my touch at first, but as I stroked Estelle's hair, her sobs subsided and she began to relax. My dress had no sleeves, so I grabbed one of the convenient paper napkins from beside the water jug. Putting the napkin to Estelle's face, I wiped her tears away.

Marie looked at her sister with concern. "I'm sorry Estelle, I was was wrong. I shouldn't have stopped you before."

I looked at her at I comforted her sister. "Thank you Marie. Now, shouldn't you be getting naked?" Marie's eyes widened at my reminder, as though she had forgotten what I had asked them to do. She started unbuttoning her blouse with a grim expression on her face. I watched her impassively, but inside I was singing as I watched the gorgeous vision slowly remove her clothing. Her pale breasts came into view as she removed the shirt (their bras remained with their collected belongings, I couldn't be bothered dealing with them) and bounced in a way that sent shocks of excitement up my lower abdomen as she adjusted her position so she could remove her pants. She was trying to be as nonchalant and unsexy as possible as she took them off, but as her slender legs came into view, I bit my lower lip in appreciation.

She stopped with them around her ankles and lifted the chain to show me. "I won't be able to take them off with this in the way."

I disengaged myself from Estelle, who was watching her sister, and reached down the front of my dress, withdrawing the folded razor I had used to denude the sisters of their lower hair. Flicking it open, I stepped over to Marie. She stopped moving as I put the blade to her leg, sliding it easily through the cloth of her pants. She then held her breath completely as I moved the shining steel to her panties. Two quick cuts and they too fell away, exposing her bald pussy. I made my way back to my chair and sat down, enjoying the view. "Help your sister."

Estelle lay down as Marie moved over to her, giving her easy access. Marie unbuttoned her shirt, revealing delicious breasts, a mirror image of the ones I had just seen. Undoing Estelle's pants, Marie hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them both down in one go. Both girls were now nude, and I once again stepped over to cut through the fabric around the chain before returning to my front row seat. The girls looked at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes. "You don't need to wait for me to tell you two what to do. I want you to have sex with each other. Keep going."

Marie looked unsurprised, though Estelle gasped. "But.. she's my sister!"

"So? It's not like you're going to be able to get her pregnant." I tapped the black baton leaning up against my chair. "Chop, chop." Unbidden, images of a pair of pale severed breasts flashed across my mind. My heart thudded like a drum, drowning out the sound of everything else. My breathing slowed again as I stared at a point on the ceiling and tried to clear my thoughts. I needed to be more careful about my choice of words. My attention came back to the present and I saw Marie gently stroking her sister's stomach. Estelle in turn was staring wide-eyed at Marie, almost in visible disbelief at what they were about to do.

Marie leaned down and gave her a rather chaste kiss on the lips. "Really now," I interjected, "you two are French, are you not? I think you can do better at kissing." A flash of irritation flashed across Marie's face, but Estelle blushed in that innocent way of hers that made my stomach feel like it had butterflies in it. I grabbed my dress with both hands and twisted the fabric as I clenched my hands. My eyes were locked on the sisters as Marie opened her mouth and her tongue entered Estelle's.

It was definitely a forced kiss to begin with. Their tongues intertwined, but their faces were screwed up like they were tasting lemons. I stepped over to them and began to stroke Marie's hair while she made out with her sister. I tried to distract her by running my fingernails down her back, and was delighted to see goosebumps spread across her skin. Slowly she began to relax as they kissed, letting herself go with the flow, and as she relaxed, so too did Estelle.

I took Estelle's hand and wrapped it around Marie, placing it on her cute butt, pushing her down and enjoying the sight of their breasts pressing up against each other. Estelle took my cue and gently started to squeeze the soft behind, eliciting a few muffled cries of surprise from Marie. They broke the kiss to catch their breath, both sisters panting for air. I leaned over to Marie and blew gently in her ear, whispering to her. "Cup her breast." She did, putting her hand on Estelle's left tit and stroking it clumsily. "You don't have to be so gentle, a bit of pressure feels good." She started to caress it more firmly, and Estelle reluctantly showed her approval by letting out a whimper.

I was groping my own breast as I watched, getting more and more worked up as I watched them. I pushed one hand under the slit in my dress, pulling it up above my hips as I found my bare vagina. I started to pull on my pussy lips and clit, pinching and twisting as my eyes drank in the heavenly view before me.

Marie moved both hands to her sisters boobs, alternating between squeezing the soft organs and pinching her nipples. Estelle looked like she was unwillingly enjoying herself, but I wanted to escalate it further. "Take her nipple in your mouth."

Marie paused and looked at the other girl with regret on her face. "Estelle... I... I don't..."

Estelle simply put her finger to Marie's lips and looked into her eyes. "Please Marie, I don't want to be shocked again. I love you and no matter what we do here, we'll always be sisters. I promise."

"I'm sorry." Closing her eyes, Marie latched onto Estelle's nipple with her mouth and began suckling, occasionally stopping to lick the hard nub before switching to the other tit. Estelle stared down wide-eyed at the vision of her sister nursing from her chest. The look of sweet surprised innocence on her face as Marie performed such an un-sisterly act on her made me flood with arousal as I started to fuck myself. Estelle began to make moaning noises, grabbing at Marie more intensely. Suddenly, Marie's hand went between her own legs, playing with herself as she orally pleasured the other girl, but Estelle responded by displacing Marie's hand with her own, caressing her sister's pussy for a moment before plunging two of her fingers inside the sopping hole. Marie let out a scream of pleasure and shock, biting down gently on her sibling's nipple.

All of a sudden I was in my own mind, watching Marie bite harder and harder, until blood began to trickle from between her teeth and Estelle's cries of ecstasy had turned into screams of pain. Marie ignored them, clenching down until with a spurt of blood, the tortured nipple was torn from Estelle's breast. Marie closed her eyes, rolling the severed piece of her sister around her mouth while Estelle stared in shock at her own mutilated chest, the soft globe looking diminished without the nipple to give it meaning. I saw stars as my own orgasm crashed down upon me, waves of pleasure washing over me until I felt like I was floating. I opened my eyes and looked at them. My imagined violence had vanished, the girls now thrusting their slippery digits inside each other, Estelle voicing her pleasure to the entire room while Marie muffled her enthusiastic screams with her sister's breasts. I watched them both climax and then all three of us lay there, panting, too exhausted to speak.

The first to recover, I unsteadily rose to my feet. Pulling my skirt down and smoothing out the wrinkles, I tried to ignore the fluid leaking down my legs as I made my way over to the door and exited the room. Closing it behind me I leaned back on it, still breathless.



"I'm sorry to hear that, you haven't been here very long."

Anais, my attorney, smiled at me with her big brown eyes and flushed red lips. She was stunningly attractive, and I had imagined having her at my mercy on numerous occasions. She was wearing a low cut top, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes off her cleavage. I'm sure she was very good in negotiations. "Well, I'm sorry to be leaving as well. Unfortunately business requires my presence elsewhere. I've really enjoyed my stay in Paris though, I will be sure to look you up should I return." Not necessarily for business reasons of course. I took a sip of the wine she kept for her more lucrative clients and put the glass down on the coaster. "How soon before you can move the property?"

"Well, it's in a prime location in the city, I would be surprised if it lasted more than a month. What will you be doing with your car?"

"I'll be driving it south when I go. It's currently in the shop getting it's tires changed. I'm a stickler when it comes to my own safety on the road."

She smiled. "You didn't strike me as a pragmatist."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me." I gave her a mischievous grin.

She laughed. "Well, perhaps you'll have to fill me in if you return to France." Oh, don't tempt me.

I glanced at the paper on her desk. There headlines were about a missing pair of 17 year old sisters from the countryside. Marie and Estelle were displayed prominently, presumably from a family photo. They both looked very happy. Anais followed my line of sight. "Ah, it's terrible. They went missing the other day. There's a huge manhunt for them, but so far," she shrugged, "nothing."

"I hope they find them soon."

"I do too. There is too much sadness in the world. Some good news would be nice for a change." We stood and shook hands. "Take care, Annabel. Good luck in Spain."

I bade her farewell and made my way out of the building of the law firm which took care of my French affairs. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, I hailed a cab.

The cabbie glanced at me as I slid into the back seat, clearly checking out my tits and not even bothering to hide it. "Where to?"

"The nearest travel agent, please."

"Going on a holiday?" Still talking to my chest.

"I'm off to visit family"

"That's nice. Family is important."

I smirked back. "Yes, they're more precious to me than anything."




Dropping my purse on the bed, I made my way over to the door to the back room. Entering the darkness, I made my way over to the laptop that contained the video recordings. Marie and Estelle were both lying naked on the bed through the glass, cuddling each other.

I brought up the file from that morning and pressed play, fast forwarding to where I had left them. Marie and Estelle were panting on the bed in post-coital bliss. Estelle brought her hand to her nose and sniffed it. "My hand smells like your pussy." Both girls laughed playfully, turning to face each other. "We've committed incest. Do you feel grossed out?"

Marie looked at her sister, reaching out to stroke her face. "You were right what you said before, Estelle. I love you and no matter what we have to do to survive this, nothing will change that. If we have to do sexual things to each other to keep that... Annabel happy, let's do them. I'm glad my first time was with you and not her." Not entirely true, but if they were taking it this well, I wasn't about to enlighten them.

Estelle blushed. "She's probably going to make us... you know... lick each other's pussies."

"I don't care anymore. I'll do anything I can to keep you safe. Anything. I won't give her any more reason to hurt you. If she tells me to eat your vagina, I'll eat it."

I hit pause on the computer. It wasn't what Marie had meant of course, but I allowed myself to imagine Estelle's pussy, the sexual flesh cut from her body in a bloody triangular mound and sitting on a plate in front of her sister. The musky cleft, framed by labia and capped with a clitoris just peeking out from under the hood, all in one piece just waiting to be devoured. I had shed my lower garments as I watched the two girls and I assaulted my own wet channel, my fingernails scraping the tender interior tissue. I imagined Marie picking up her sister's severed genitalia and running her tongue along the lips and inside the hole, before biting down into the raw pussy meat, tearing it with her teeth, and a shiver of delight ran through my entire body.

I stopped playing with myself long enough to lightly tap the play button with a moist finger before putting it in my mouth while I watched, sucking on the flavor.

Estelle blushed at her sister's words, slapping her gently on the shoulder. "You're such a slut."

"Don't give me that. I expect the same from you if she makes you eat mine. I'd rather have your tongue inside me than that stun stick she has."

"Oh my god, Marie, you don't think she'd put it up, you know, inside us and push the button, do you? It was bad enough on my breast, it felt like my tit was being crushed in a vice. I can't even imagine what it would feel like in my pussy."

"Let's not give her any ideas. Just do whatever she says, okay? I'll do whatever it takes to get us out of here, whether it means letting her fuck me with a strap-on or doing perverted stuff to my sister."

Estelle blushed so hard she looked like she'd been sunburned. I winced at the thought of that lovely white skin under the harsh sun. "Thanks Marie. I love you."

I stopped the playback. There was more to catch up on, but it would have to wait. I stood up, stepping out of my skirt and panties, which were down around my ankles. As I was about to head out of the back room I hesitated by a small box on the table. Opening it, I ran my fingers over the various utensils inside. I bit my lip, trying to decide what to do. Finally I grabbed a small scalpel with a plastic cap over the blade. Tucking it into my boot, I proceeded into the girls' room.

The sisters glanced at me as I entered, trying to ignore my bare pelvis. I sat down next to them on the bed, and beckoned to Estelle. "Estelle, come and get between my legs."

"We're hungry," Marie said as Estelle positioned herself, "can't you bring us some food?"

I stroked Estelle's hair. "I'll make you something later. Just be patient for now." Estelle was inches away from my pussy now, looking at it as if it was going to bite her. I slouched down a bit, bringing my pelvis right to her face. She could smell my arousal. Sticking out her tongue, I let out a moan as she ran it up my slit, licking the juice from my labia and replacing it with her saliva.

"Marie, come and lie beside me." I beckoned to her and she obediently moved over beside me on the large bed. I put my arm around her, and held her while my other hand moved between her legs. I began to stroke her soft pussy lips while her sister's head bobbed up and down between my thighs. It was wonderful, but I wanted to watch them together. "Estelle... move over to your sister." Estelle froze, looking up, her eyes darting between me and Marie. A look of resignation crossed her face as she moved her head over to her sister's vagina.

Marie held her breath as Estelle began to lick her most intimate place, her eyes crossing at the pleasure her sister's tongue was giving her. Estelle plunged the organ as deep inside Marie as she could stretch it, Marie's pussy clamping down on it as tightly as her muscles could grasp. I re-positioned myself in the other direction, head to toe with Estelle. As she focused on Marie, I lifted one of her legs, admiring the view before me. Her virgin pussy was a vision of beauty for my eyes. I reached out and stroked it, eliciting a small squeal from her, slightly muffled by her sister's vagina. I watched in rapture as her clit stiffened under my attention.

Estelle meanwhile withdrew her tongue and moved her mouth up to Marie's clit, sucking it in and plunging two of her fingers into Marie's wet box. She gently nibbled on the pink pleasure center, and it wasn't long before Marie was screaming, gushing her climax into Estelle's mouth. Estelle Kept her face pressed against the other girl's cunt, drinking the sticky flow. Estelle was enjoying my ministrations. Her sweet flower was opening to me, so delicate, so fragile... so sensitive. I let the scent of her fill my being until it was all I could think about. I glanced at her for a second, panting against her sister's abdomen.

I got up and walked over to where Estelle's chain went into the ground. Withdrawing the key from it's hiding place about my person, I unlocked the clip holding it in place. Before either girl could react (Marie being wiped out from her orgasm and Estelle being easily surprised) I had stepped over to Estelle and taken her by the hand. Leading her off the bed, I took her over to an object covered by a large sheet. Pulling it off revealed a chair, similar to one a gynecologist would use. I motioned to Estelle. "Please hop in." Confusion on her face, she climbed into the chair and sat down. In a flash I had secured her wrists and legs with the leather straps attached to it. I pulled a strap tightly across her abdomen as well, and proceeded to open the legs of the chair, exposing her completely to the room.

I knelt down in front of her and stroked my hand across her pussy, her clit stiffening at my touch. "Oh Estelle," I murmured softly, "I'm truly sorry. I was going to suck these cute pussy lips of yours until you cried out my name, but instead..." I reached into my boot, extracting the scalpel. "...I think I'm going to have to cut them off."

"WHAT?!" Marie's yell pierced the air, echoing around the room. Estelle just gasped.

I repeated myself. "I'm going to slice off your sister's labia, Marie. Please don't beg for mercy, either of you." I popped off the plastic cap and grasped one of Estelle's lips. The scalpel blade shined under the lights of the room.

"WAIT, why? Why are you doing this?" Marie was off the bed, coming as close as she could with the limits of her ankle chain, reaching out to her sister who was looking at the blade with a face pale with fear.

I shrugged. "I don't have an exact reason. It's just something... I have to do. I need this." I gave Estelle a small peck, right on the clit. "Such beautiful girls, I want them. I obsess over their tits and their clits. When it's just sex it feels great... but... add blood and violence and sexual destruction to the mix... and I lose myself in bliss. I can't help myself. I wish I could give you both what you want... but I can't."

"Wait, please, please don't." Marie was begging as I moved the scalpel to her sister's flesh. How irritating. "Cut mine off!" I stopped dead, the shiny blade poised in a very threatening position.


"You heard me. Please. Don't hurt Estelle. If you have to mutilate one of us, do it to me. Cut off my labia. I want you to do it." She was breathing hard as I looked at her, hopeful that she had found a way to save her sister.

"You... want me to?"

"Yes." Marie sat back on the bed with her legs apart, pulling her sex open."I know you want to. I want you to do it too. Let her go, strap me into your chair, and cut up my cunt with your scalpel. Please?" I hesitated, so Marie went further. "My clitoris too. Cut the fucker right out of me."

"Marie..." Estelle whispered softly, torn between love for her sister and fear for her own privates.

"Hush Estelle, I know what I'm doing." Marie looked at me again. "Go on, do it to me. Remove my pussy."

I swallowed and said the only thing I could.

"Um... Okay."

I knelt in front of Marie, her legs splayed to either side of her as wide as they could go. I had given her an injection to dull the pain just enough to keep her from passing out. Her vagina was in full view of both her sister sitting on the bed with her face full of worry, and the camera beyond the mirror. All of us had front row seats for her de-sexing. She watched me fearfully.

Reaching out, I began to play with her pussy. It wasn't that long ago I had wanted to do this very thing to her, removing her pussy lips while she was unconscious. Now I was able to do it while she was awake, and at her own request. I had never experienced anything like this before. I was so happy I almost felt like crying.

Marie's clit began to stiffen as I rubbed her sex, betraying its ignorance of its impending fate. Part of me wanted to believe she was looking forward to this, as turned on as I was by the thought of having her female parts severed from her body. Unable to wait any longer, I brought the scalpel to the bottom of her pussy, where the labia started to form from her perineum. She was breathing heavily as she felt the cold metal touch her sensitive skin, and I started to slice into her. She tried not to scream as blood dripped down onto the chair, instead letting out a strangled groan. I didn't have to saw very much, the blade was razor sharp and moved through her labia easily.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Marie swore at the top of her lungs as her most sensitive bits were excised. I cut slowly, keeping the blade as close to her body as I could despite the violent shaking of her hips, and Marie began to scream in earnest as I started to pull the lips away, the sharp blade moving through her flesh parting skin and tissue, slicing away her femininity. She had to take a breath as I reached her clit, then the screaming renewed again. I avoided the little nub, cutting away the pussy that surrounded it. The last piece of meat connecting her sex to her was cut, and then the whole bloody mass was in my hand. Marie's vagina was now an angry red wound, nothing left of her vulva except an untouched clitoris poking out of the gore.

Marie's screams continued as I stepped over to Estelle. Tears were streaming down her face as she watched her sister's torture. I took her hand and placed Marie's genitals in her palm. "Don't drop this," I told her. She stared at the severed tissue she had been affectionately licking only minutes before, and promptly fainted, keeling back onto the bed.

I returned to kneeling between Marie's legs, her clit still poking out with it's protection stripped away. Her screams had finally died, dulling to a slow mewling sound. Keeping eye contact with her, I lowered my face until I could take the tiny organ in my mouth. I sucked on it gently for a few seconds, then grinning like a cheshire cat I began to bite down. Marie's screams started again as she watched me bite off her clitoris, the little piece of meat filling my mouth with blood as it was torn away.

I straddled her, taking her clit out of my mouth. "Look Marie, it's your little clitty!" Her eyes had trouble focusing on the piece of her I dangled in front of them, her breathing intense as she gasped for air. I smiled, rubbing it down her cheeks and across her lips, before placing it between her breasts and giving her a quick kiss. "I'll just leave this here. Thank you Marie. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. It means so much to me... I'll never forget this."

Hopping off, I got between her legs and prepped the handheld butane torch to seal her wounds. As I carefully ran the small blue flame across the ragged wounds of her pussy, trying not to burn any undamaged skin, her pain became more than the drugs could contain and she mercifully passed out. I finished cauterizing the wounds, and covered her groin with a gauze coated in disinfectant. Carrying her back to the bed, I lay her down by Estelle, who had woken up.

"You're going to kill us, aren't you." Estelle looked at me with mournful eyes.

"I don't want either of you dead, Estelle. I like you both." It was true, to my surprise. "That's why I patched Marie up. I also injected her with some more painkillers, but she's still going to be sore when she wakes up." I held out my hand to her, and she carefully lay her sister's former body parts in my palm. "Look after her, Estelle. I'll be in to see you both tomorrow and we can talk about your concerns then."

I replaced Marie's chain and left Estelle alone with her unconscious sister. Placing Marie's pussy in the fridge, I made my way to my bedroom. It would be a long day tomorrow, and I had to come up with a plan.

I listened to the girls talk through the bugs in the room as I made breakfast. Marie had come around, and it sounded like Estelle was hugging her gently, trying to console her. "I'm so sorry Marie... it should be me lying here in pain, not you."

"Oh god, it hurts. She really did it. She mutilated me, didn't she? How bad is it?"

"It's pretty bad. I didn't see how she patched it up, I sort of passed out after she... handed me what she removed."

"She what?"

"Handed it to me. All of it, in one piece. I nearly threw up." She sobbed onto Marie's neck.

Marie looked down at her pelvis. "Will you help me look at it?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I want to know."

I peeked around the corner through the mirror. Estelle was helping Marie to sit up, then got between her legs. As she tenderly began to peel back the bandage, Marie looked at the mess I had made of her pussy. Not wanting to let the food burn, I returned to the stove and added a dash of sauce to the frying pan. As it sizzled furiously, I strained to hear the conversation continue.

Estelle winced at the destruction. "Oh god, it's really all gone, the entire mound. Maybe... maybe we can find a plastic surgeon, they should be able to repair some of it, surely. Maybe you'll be able to orgasm with internal stimulation?"

"Well, at the very least they should be able to make it smooth down there. Maybe it won't look so bad once it's healed up a bit. What... what did she do with the rest?"

"She took it out with her. Maybe she wanted to mount it on her wall or something. She probably has dozens of them, a whole wall full of the severed vaginas of her victims." I really didn't. As appealing as the image was, that sort of thing would be really hard to transport. Plus you'd need some sort of taxidermy to prevent it from rotting, and I'm sure your average taxidermist would raise an eyebrow if a human vagina was placed on his workbench. All in all, souvenirs were usually a little hard to keep. Usually.

Estelle changed the subject. "I'm hungry, Marie. We haven't eaten anything in like two days." Exactly what I hoped to hear. I would have some food for them shortly. I added some herbs to the pan.

"The drugs she's given me are are playing merry hell with my stomach. I don't think I could keep any food down, but when we see her again I'll insist that she bring you something."

Placing their breakfast onto a plate, I covered it up and walked into the room carrying the tray. Estelle warily watched me cross the room while Marie delicately replaced the bandage over the wound between her legs. I pulled up a short table beside the bed and placed the tray on it. The smell was appetizing and Estelle scooted forward, eager for a meal. I removed the cover, revealing Marie's fried pussy. Estelle made a strangled sound while Marie covered her mouth.

"You haven't eaten for nearly 40 hours. You may be repulsed by the thought of this, but I assure you it tastes very good. Now, if you don't eat it you won't be getting anything else, and I'm not about to let it go to waste, so either one of you eat it or I will."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Estelle shrieked. "That's my sister's vagina! You cooked it? And you're asking me to eat it like I'm some sort of cannibal?!"

"It's meat, Estelle." I told her matter-of-factly. "And cooked very well, I might add. It may have been part of your sister once, but not anymore. And it's not like it can be reattached. Either someone eats it or it rots, and you two don't have a lot of options."

The girls looked in horror at the fried pussy in front of them. It was still completely recognizable - a steaming hole, framed by a pair of browned lips, surrounded by Marie's outer labia. I was extremely reluctant to offer it to them. My mouth was watering just looking at it, but if I could talk them into actually eating it, the memory would fuel my solo play sessions for a long time.

Estelle looked at her sister questioningly, not knowing what to do. Marie had gone quite pale. "What happens if we refuse?"

I sighed. "Then I eat it instead, in front of you. And I promise you I will enjoy it. Yours won't be the first pussy I've eaten - figuratively or literally - and to tell you the truth, they are the most delicious cut of a girl."

Estelle blanched at my choice of words. I had spoken hastily, reminding them where the meat had come from. I was about to give up, when Marie spoke. "Promise us you won't do to Estelle what you did to me." Estelle looked at her sister in surprise, but Marie kept eye contact with me. "Promise."

I stared back, unblinking. "I promise." I wondered if I was telling the truth.

I pushed the tray closer to them. Estelle remained still, and Marie took her hand. "It's okay, Estelle. Annabel is right. It's just meat now. We do what we have to to survive, ok? We'll get out of this somehow." She gave her sister's hand a reassuring squeeze.

Estelle gingerly picked up the knife and fork, as if she were afraid they would break at her touch. Carefully she jabbed the sexy meal in front of her and carved off a slice of cooked labia. I watched intently as she put the cooked flesh to her mouth and put it in, chewing thoughtfully for a second before swallowing her sister's pussy meat. I felt a little spark of pleasure shoot through my loins at the sight.

Marie stared at her sister, watching her former body parts disappearing into the other girl's mouth. Her stomach let out a hungry growl. Estelle hesitated, looking at her. "I'm sorry Marie, I didn't think you'd be interested, but... do you want some?"

"What's it like?"

"It doesn't taste like anything else I've ever had. It's... not awful. I mean, I can't stop thinking about what it is... what it used to be, but... everything tastes good when you're hungry, you know?"

"Maybe just one bite." Estelle sliced off another piece of the pussy filet and held it to Marie's mouth. Marie let her sister feed her, tasting the meat in her mouth before she started chewing it up and swallowing. "Maybe just another. You were right, I really am hungry." She took another mouthful of her own fried pussy. Chewing on the spiced meat, she looked down at the remains on the plate. "What did you do with my clitoris?"

"Here." I reached down my top and withdrew the chain around my neck. At the end, encased in resin, was a small pink clit. The severed end was hidden by the setting, and you couldn't tell what it was unless you already knew what you were looking at. "I'm not usually one for souvenirs, but I just couldn't part with it. Now I'll always be able to look at it and remember how wonderful it felt to bite it off."

"You're sick." Marie said to me coldly.

"Yes, by society's standards, I can't deny that." I motioned at the half-eaten vagina. "I do expect you to keep your promise if you want me to keep mine." The girls resumed their meal, and piece by piece, what remained of Marie's sex slowly disappeared down their throats.

I was delighted at the scene that had unfolded before my eyes. Grinning widely, I couldn't resist pressing them about it. "How did you enjoy your meal? Wasn't it delicious?" Estelle wouldn't meet my eyes, a look of guilt on her face. "Well I hope you haven't had your fill of pussy, Estelle, because now I want you to eat mine." Returning to my seat, I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs, exposing myself to them. "Just stick to licking and sucking, mind. I wouldn't want you to think my cunt is on the menu now that you've had a taste of girl meat."

Estelle flinched at the reminder that her breakfast had been part of a person, but she obediently got down between my knees. I was dripping after watching them eat, and I gasped in delight as her tongue made contact with my lips. She clumsily licked them up and down before pushing her tongue inside me, licking the sensitive skin of my tunnel. I felt her hot breath on my labia as she probed the ridges of my pussy, and I found myself being less than dignified as I let out a lusty moan, grasping her head and pulling it against my bucking pelvis as she swallowed my flowing juices.

I glanced at Marie as her sister moved her attention to my clitoris. She was watching Estelle pleasure me with a blush on her face, as though she still retained some semblance of innocence. I caught her eye and accidentally let my polite facade drop as I shot her a wicked grin. "Jealous?"

Estelle heard me and bit down angrily on my clit. I let out a gasp as the pain hit me, mixing with my pleasure. I felt her teeth clench down on my delicate organ, and was hit with one of the hardest orgasms I've ever had. I'm not sure how long it lasted, but when the spots disappeared from my eyes, Estelle still held my clit between her teeth. She wasn't biting any harder, but she hadn't loosened her grip either. I had forced quite a few of my victims to go down on me, but only if I thought they were properly cowed. I would never have guessed Estelle had it in her to stand up to me like this. Now that I was in danger of losing my little nub, I was becoming incredibly excited.

I strained to keep my voice steady as I spoke. "Are you going to bite it off, Estelle, like I did to your sister?" She was shaking slightly. I couldn't tell if it was from rage or sorrow. I stroked her head gently. "It's okay. You can bite my clit off if it will make you feel better." I whispered gently. "I promise, I won't be angry with you." I held my breath as the pressure got a little tighter and a new wave of pain came from my genitals. Was this it? Was I about to lose my clitoris, an experience I had inflicted on many other girls? Was I actually looking forward to it?

I felt more than I heard, a sigh come from Estelle. She slowly loosened her jaw, and I winced as her teeth gradually pried out of the indentations they had left in my clit. It was a beacon of pain as the blood began to flow again, and my vision blurred slightly as I looked down at it, letting out a breath I hadn't been aware I was holding. There was a dark teeth-shaped indentation near the base where still it bore the mark of Estelle's aggression. A tear rolled down her face as she looked at what she had done. "My god... I'm so sorry..."

I shushed her and continued to stroke her hair. "No, don't be sorry. I've pushed you so hard these past few days, and you've done so well. You've been so brave." I helped her up and led her to the bed. "I'm going to need you to be a bit braver now. You asked me before if I was going to kill you two." Marie looked at us questioningly. She had been unconscious at the time. "I don't want to. I want to let you both go, but not before we engage in one more activity. I want one of you to cut off the other girl's breasts." Both girls immediately covered their tits with their arms, as if to protect them somehow.

"No... no, no, no." Marie started to get agitated. "I can't... I can't go through it again. Not my tits. It hurt so much when you cut up my pussy. I can't!" Tears had begun to well up in her eyes.

"I promise you that if you do this one last thing, I'll make sure you are in no danger of dying. You'll both get to see your family again. Isn't that what you want? They're worried about you. You can come out of this alive, and all it will cost you is a pair of breasts."

Marie looked at her sister, shaking her head. "I'm sorry Estelle... I just can't." She left the question unspoken.

"Why would you let us go?" Estelle asked me. "We've seen your face. The police will ask us where we've been. What do you expect us to tell them?"

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "Tell them the truth. You really don't know anything. All you have is a description and the name I told you. You don't know where you are, and by the time you talk to them, I'll have left France anyway. I've already made arrangements to cross the border into Spain, however our little gathering is resolved. By the time the authorities find you - assuming we come to an agreement - I'll be across the Atlantic, well out of their reach. Untouchable. I've always wanted to travel to South America, see some of the ruins. Perhaps sample some of the local... delicacies." I said the last part with a hint of wickedness, grinning as I imagined it.

I climbed around behind Estelle and put my arms around her, fondling her tits. "Marie sacrificed her pussy for you. It's understandable that she's afraid to go through the experience again." We both looked at Marie. She was still clutching at her chest, listening to us silently. I gave Estelle's boobs another squeeze. "You can save her life. Both of your lives. All you have to do is be as brave as she was, and let her cut these off." Marie looked like she was about to protest, but she remained silent. "What do you want to do, Estelle?"

"I want to go home." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"And what will you give up to get your wish?"

I had to strain to hear her reply. "My breasts."

"I think she's going to make us eat them." Marie looked at her sister's tits.

"Eat my breasts?" Estelle looked down at her chest. "You think she's going to cook them up?"



I was watching them again through the mirror. They still hadn't figured out they were always being watched. The room they were in was decorated to mask the mirror's prominence, with a number of curtains, pictures, and other mirrors. It was very satisfying to hear them share their inner thoughts with each other. I'd never had this opportunity before, having only ever had a single girl at a time in the past.

Estelle grasped her pale orbs, examining them closely. "I wonder what they'll taste like?"

"I don't know. I guess it depends how she cooks them. I don't think she'll want to cut them up. She gets too much of a sexual thrill from seeing our body parts sitting there on the plate. I think she wants us to recognize what we're eating. She'll probably cook them whole, nipples and all. They're a bit big to just fry like she did with my vagina, the insides wouldn't cook. Best guess is she'll put them on some sort of grill."

"Do you think you'll be able to? Eat them, I mean."

"I'm more worried if I'll be able to cut them off. I won't lie to you Estelle. It's going to hurt a lot. Even with painkillers, what she did to me was agony. The feeling of having bits of your body removed... and then seeing those pieces of you severed and lying in her hands... Do we really want to roll over without a fight?"

Estelle smiled. "Don't think like that. I want us both to get out of here alive. Maybe I'm being naive, but... I kind of believe she'll let us go. I'll do it. I'll eat them if it gets us out of here. It seems a little unbelievable that Annabel would just let us go after what she's done, but if there's even a sliver of hope that she's telling the truth, I think we should try."

Marie smiled. "Ever the optimist, sis."

"Besides, we're already cannibals. We already ate your... you know. People crashed on mountains have had to resort to eating people to survive. That's all we're doing, right?" Estelle's chattering was speeding up, a sign of hysteria. I hoped Marie would act as a calming influence. Hysterical people were so difficult to deal with. "At least we'll get another meal - I'm still so hungry. What we ate earlier wasn't very filling, split between two people." She realized what she just said, gasping. "Oh my god, Marie, I'm sorry. Please don't think I was ungrateful! I mean, your pussy wasn't my first choice of a meal, but... I mean... I don't even know what I mean. I guess I mean since I had to eat it, I appreciated that it eased my hunger, even a little." Estelle blushed bright red.

Marie looked at her sister in shock, and slowly a slight smile crept onto her face. "You idiot. I know what you're trying to say." She reached out and took her sister's hand. "And you're right. We're just doing whatever it takes to survive. I'm not going to hold it against you."

"Will you look at us? We're talking about how eating each other's body parts makes us feel. Your pussy.... my breasts. I think we must be going a little crazy."

"No argument there."

"How do you think she'll make you remove them?"

"I don't know. The scalpel she used on me is too small. Maybe she'll bring in a larger knife."

Estelle looked down again. "I hope it's fast. A guillotine would be perfect. Just strap me in with my breasts poking through the holes, you pull a switch and the blade would take them off in a second."

"Do you really want to be thinking about this?"

"I can't help it." Estelle reached up and caressed her pale orbs. "I just can't get it out of my head that I'm going to lose my breasts. I can't help thinking about all the ways to have them removed. I once read about this device from the middle ages. The spider I think it was called. They heated it, clamped it to a girl's breast and then tore the entire thing off her chest. I bet it really hurts to have them torn off. First the pulling, then the skin starts to rip..."

"Estelle, stop! You're just scaring yourself!"

Estelle jumped off the bed. "Bullshit! I'm scared anyway. This is unreal! I can't even wrap my head around the fact I'm about to lose my tits!" Marie took her sister's hand, her face visible with concern. Estelle sat down again, lowering her voice as she calmed down. "Talking about it... it makes it seem like it's not such a big deal somehow. I can almost trick myself that it's just this normal thing that I'm going to do. It makes it seem less awful. I'm scared, Marie..." Her sister embraced her, and she began to sob into Marie's chest.

I felt a pain in my own chest. I got off on physical pain, but I wasn't keen on the mental stuff. It made me feel bad, made me want to just let them go... but there was no chance of that. To have two beautiful sisters fall into my lap so perfectly was almost divine providence, and I wasn't about to waste the opportunity. The guilt would pass. It always did.

Marie held her tightly. "Okay, okay. Whatever helps. Look, um... I doubt she's going to make me tear them off. It sounds like it would be really hard to do, but the guillotine seems a bit big to just carry in here. Some sort of blade, I think. Maybe some hedge shears. Just... put a tit between the blades, and push the handles together." She gave a nonchalant shrug. "Off comes the boob."

Estelle laughed nervously, sniveling as she wiped her eyes. "Ow, I hope not. Any scissor mechanism would pinch awfully just before it cut." She was trying to make a joke out of the situation, trying to ease the tension.

Marie took her sister's cue. "Well we wouldn't want that," she replied sarcastically, "how about an axe or a sword? That would be fast. Kneel down with your boobs on a chopping block, I swing an axe at them and they're severed as quickly as they would be with the guillotine. Just like cutting firewood."

"Jesus, I hope not. I remember the last time you tried to cut some firewood. I had to dodge flying pieces of kindling." The girls sat in silence for a few seconds. "I'm going to be completely flat chested. I'll have to buy a whole new wardrobe."

Marie just sat there, looking like she was trying to think of something reassuring. She didn't think of anything.

"Marie..." Estelle was choking back tears. "Please don't hate me for asking this..."

"I could never..."

"Could you touch them? I'm not going to get another chance to have anyone else play with them. Could you play with my tits one last time before they're gone?"

Marie looked at Estelle, an unmistakable expression of love on her face. "Of course. Help me lie down. The meds are wearing off and it's starting to ache."

Estelle gasped, helping her sister. "Of course I will! Just lie there and don't move! I'll do everything." She climbed over Marie, her doomed breasts hanging down. She dragged her nipples across Marie's stomach as she brought her puppies level with her sister's. Moaning softly, she pressed her chest against the other girl, their boobs cushioning together, before pulling away to give Marie access. Marie hesitated for a second, probably silencing some internal guilt, before reaching up and cupping the lovely breasts above her. Estelle began to pant as Marie squeezed and fondled. Moving up her sister's body to give Marie's mouth access to her nipples, Marie flicked her tongue across them.

"Suck my nipples, Marie! Please!" Estelle was gripping the headboard tightly as her sister went to town on her boobs. Marie was squeezing a tit in each hand and moving her mouth between the two teats, trying to give them equal attention. Estelle released the headboard and sat back. As her hands found Marie's breasts, the two girls began to tug hard on each other's nipples. stretching them as far as they could before releasing the tension. I began to join in in my little room, performing the same action on my own tits, pulling them to the very edge of pain, pinching the nubs probably a little more viciously than the two sisters were.

"Oh god, Marie. That feels so good!" Estelle was in ecstasy, drooling slightly out the side of her mouth. It was quite an undignified sight, but I found it unbelievably cute to watch her lose control like this.

Marie moved her hands to Estelle's gorgeous butt. "Scoot up." she said. Estelle didn't hesitate, climbing up to the very edge of the bed and eagerly positioning her pelvis over her sister's head. Marie pressed her lips to Estelle's sex, kissing her firmly, and elicited a gasp as she licked the length of Estelle's labia. Estelle held her breath as Marie began to push her tongue inside the girl's pussy. This was her first time being pleasured orally, and it was being done by her own sister, no less. She began to let out her breath slowly as she groaned lustily, as Marie got her first taste of a pussy that wasn't her own.

She certainly appeared to enjoy it, as she attacked Estelle's vagina with a passion, clumsily thrusting her tongue as far as she could get it. Estelle certainly didn't mind her sister's inexperience, leaning back and grasping Marie's breasts behind her. She resumed pulling her sister's nipples, causing Marie to let out moans of pleasure into her pussy and increasing her own as a result.

"Oh, god... Marie... I'm going to come!" Estelle raggedly forced the words out between gasps, but Marie just gripped her sister harder, pressing her mouth firmly to the thrusting body above her. Estelle screamed at the ceiling as her orgasm hit, shuddering, her legs clamping tightly against her Marie's head.

It seemed like they held that pose for an eternity as their breathing slowed down. I had become so enraptured watching them that I had forgotten about my own climax, hypnotized by their union. I resolved to watch the recording again later. The girls slowly disentangled themselves from each other, and Estelle collapsed on the bed beside her sister. "That... was really good." She took Marie's hand in her own and simply held it. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Marie met her tired glance with one of her own. "You must have enjoyed it - I thought I was going to drown at one point."

"Estelle giggled and put her forehead against Marie's shoulder. "I wish I could return the favour."

"Don't worry about it. I already had my orgasm back when I had something to orgasm with. I just wanted to make you as happy as I could before... you know."

"Before you cut my breasts off. You can say it."

"Fine," Marie said sadly. "I just wanted to make you as happy as I could before I cut your breasts off."

Estelle leaned over and gave Marie a loving kiss. "You did."

I uncovered the device with a flourish. It was a large paper guillotine, the kind with the curved, bladed lever used for cutting large piles of paper. I beckoned to the sisters to come over. "It's not exactly the same, but I'm afraid this is as close as I could get to a traditional guillotine. They don't exactly mass produce those, you know?"

Marie was incredulous. "I'm supposed to cut them off with that?"

"It's quicker and less messy than a knife," I replied, "and you do want to keep your sister alive, don't you? We need the process to be as quick as possible so we can close her wounds. If you fumble around pushing a knife through her tits, she'll have bled out before you finish cutting." Marie was silent, she knew I was right. I dropped a medical kit with a Love Technologies logo emblazoned across the lid onto the bed. Walking over to the device, I gently fingered the blade. "It's sharp, but you will still have to apply quite a bit of pressure."

Estelle walked over to the device. "Let's just get this over with. The waiting is worse than the torture."

"That isn't what I have observed in the past," I informed her, "but fine. Come and stand in front of it. Hang your boobs over this bar." Estelle obeyed, resting her doomed breasts on the cross bar that the blade would descend against. I stepped behind her and pulled her arms behind her back. She didn't resist, so I didn't have to be rough with her, but I still tied them tightly so she could not move her arms at all. I then reached up and stuffed a gag into her mouth.

"Mmmmffth?" She looked at me in surprise.

"I'm making it easier on Marie. You'll scream. Also, it helps with the pain to bite down." I beckoned to Marie to step up to the device. I moved to the front and gave Estelle's breasts the last caress they would ever feel. She looked at them fearfully. Gripping the nipples as hard as I could, and eliciting a squeal of pleasure or pain from Estelle - I could not tell which - I pulled her breasts taut. Marie took a deep breath to steady herself, then reached up and grasped the blade handle.

The metal made a slight squealing sound as Marie slowly guided it into place, and then she pulled down. The blade squashed Estelle's right breast slightly, pushing against it with a small indentation to begin with, and then the flesh bounced back up with a spurt of blood as the skin parted and the sharp edge began to slice into the top of her luscious skin. She began screaming almost immediately, a rivulet of blood trickling down below where the metal intersected with the meat. Marie was cutting quickly at first, but as the steel approached the center of her right tit, the curved blade began to start cutting into her left one and Estelle's scream doubled. The blade was squashing her boobs against the bar as it cut, and Marie was finding it harder to pull, the blade slowing down. I continued to tug on Estelle's nipples, delightedly watching the blood flow down the device as her stretching breasts were gradually separated from her body.

The blade's torturous journey had slowed more as it descended, suddenly coming to a stop, and while one breast was barely attached to her chest, the blade was dead in the centre of the other mound. Shit! I realised in my haste I had neglected to oil the hinge. This could be a problem. Estelle was bleeding steadily, and if Marie didn't finish cutting soon, she could die before we were able to seal the wounds. Estelle was going out of her mind, trying to pull herself away from the source of the pain, but it did nothing but help to stretch and tear the remaining attached flesh, trapped as it was by the stationary metal.

Finally, in desperation Marie jumped up and held onto the guillotine handle with her entire body, and there was a wet noise as the blade came crashing down. I saw Estelle fall over backwards as her tits came free, her stretched nipples snapping back into place as her detached globes bounced into my waiting hands. For half a second I just looked at the twin pounds of dripping, severed tit meat in awe, squeezing them with my fingers.

I came to my senses. Estelle was on the floor still screaming her head off into the gag. As Marie picked herself up from where she had fallen, I thrust her sister's severed breasts into her arms. "Don't drop these," I warned her. "This floor isn't clean." I stepped over to the medical kit and took out a packet of special gauze. It was very advanced stuff that chemically bonded to any wound like an instant skin graft, provided the wound was relatively flat. It would not have sealed Marie's pussy so well, but for Estelle's gaping chest holes it was perfect. I knelt down by Estelle, and taking a strip of the gauze, I pressed it to her body. As the disinfectant adhesive made contact with her open wounds, her eyes bulged more than I thought possible and her screams stopped as she breathed in deeply in shock. This gauze stung like a bitch, I knew from personal experience, but it cleaned wounds and stemmed blood flow. It was fantastic stuff.

Estelle was simply making strangled gasping noises. I didn't like how she was looking, so I gave her a small shot of painkillers to relax her a bit, and she began to settle down and started to breath properly again. I picked her up and lay her on the bed. Undoing her wrist binding, I helped her move her arms out from underneath her, but she just lay there limply, staring at her now flat chest in horror. She may have known what was going to happen to her, but the reality that her tits were gone had come crashing down.

I looked at Marie. She was just standing there, her face a pale white, like she had seen a ghost. I noticed with amusement the way she cradled Estelle's severed breasts against her stomach, she looked like she had four tits. I took one from her and held it up to her face, nipple-first. "Go on," I urged her. Marie did not argue, still in a state of shock. She took the dead nipple in her mouth and nursed at her sister's former teat as I held it there. I let her suckle on it for a minute, then I pulled it from her mouth with a discreet 'pop' and reversed the breast, taking it into my own mouth while she watched, a sickened expression on her face. Estelle's nipple was growing cold and losing its hardness, as the blood drained from the ragged flesh where it used to be connected to her chest, but I treated it as though it was still attached, licking the nipple and suckling like it would bring her the greatest pleasure.

Deciding I had teased her enough, I took the organ from my lips and plopped it down on the metal tray, which I then held out to Marie. She dropped her sister's other breast next to the first. Leaving her to care for Estelle, I exited the room, taking the cuts with me. I put the tray in the kitchen where I had prepared some additional ingedients ready for cooking, and picked up my phone, dialing a number I had memorized.

It connected on the second ring. "Is it done?" I asked.

A familiar feminine voice reached my ears. "Yes, no problems. You caught a flight out of Paris two days ago. I'm going to stay another night making use of your credit card before you arrive."

I smiled. "Good. Spend whatever you like as long as the purchases aren't odd. If you buy something like a Ferrari, people would wonder why I suddenly don't have one next week."

"Ooh, that does sound fun though. You could keep the car? You'll need something to drive here, and I'd still get to enjoy it until tomorrow."

I sighed. "Fine, Celeste. Just make sure it's a colour I like."

"Did I mention how much I love my job?"

"I probably pay you too much. I'll see you tomorrow night." I hung up the phone and dialed the number for the Spanish lawyer Anais had referred me to.


"It's me, Mr Torres."

"Ah, Senorita Annabel! I have been expecting your call. I found someone."

My heart starting beating quickly. "Excellent. She needs to be on a flight from Madrid to Mexico tomorrow afternoon. Any problems providing identification?"

He laughed. "No, no. I was able to find a true professional. She may as well have been born with the name Annabel." He hesitated. "You know, you have attorny-client privilege, Senorita. I don't suppose you want to tell me what this is all about?"

"I'd prefer not to. I wouldn't want it to weigh on your conscience. Suffice to say I'm trying to pull a rabbit out of a hat, and need some sleight of hand."

Torres let out a bellowing laugh. He seemed to do a lot of that. "Ah, surely Anais told you I don't have one! Never mind, I have many other mysterious clients to distract me. Rest assured, I will make sure everything goes smoothly."

"Thank you, Mr Torres."

"My pleasure! I hope we can do business again. I love clients who pay me so much to do so little!"

I bade him goodbye and dropped the phone into my travel bag and returned to the kitchen. Setting the oven to preheat, I began to prepare the evening meal. It appeared as though I might be able to keep my promises after all.




Estelle looked at the plate in front of her. It held one of her breasts, still steaming from being cooked, the crisp golden skin perspiring with the flavourful juices I had injected during the process. In front of me, my plate held its twin, also browned to perfection, sitting shapely and whole on the china dish in front of me.

The girls sat across from me at the dining table I had set up for the occasion. We were having a candlelight dinner, the three of us, and I had gone all out on the presentation. Of course, I doubted either of them appreciated it much since Estelle had been the one to provide the meat. I was about to feast on one of her tits, and the girls were to share the other.

"Would you like some wine?" I beamed at the sisters, putting on the demeanor of a polite hostess.

Marie held out her glass. "Anything I can get to wash this... this down."

I poured some into the glass. "I find red goes well with female breast, at least it does the way I like to cook them." I poured some into Estelle's as well, though if she noticed she didn't show it. I'd had to give her a few meds to dull the pain, or she would never be able to concentrate on the meal.

I picked up my steak knife and fork. "Bon appetite, girls." It was gluttonous of me, but I always started with the nipple. Spearing the nub with one of the fork's prongs, I stretched it up, and used the serrated knife to saw through the aureole. The nipple came away from the globe, and the girls couldn't keep their eyes off me as I put it in my mouth. I let out a moan as the flavour hit me. Heavenly. I chewed the delicious piece of Estelle, delighting in the juices being squeezed out of the flesh by my teeth. When I had sufficiently reduced it to a piece of unrecognizable meat, I swallowed and savored the moment.

I looked at the girls. Tears were streaming down Estelle's face as she watched one of her nipples disappear forever. "Oh, Estelle... don't cry. Every cloud has a silver lining. You two will both be home soon! Marie, be a dear and help her, will you?" Marie picked up her utensils and mirrored the cut I had made. She lifted the nipple to her sister's mouth, and Estelle opened it, allowing herself to be fed. She chewed the rubbery piece of herself as I had, and I could tell she enjoyed the taste although she tried not to show it. She swallowed, and Marie began to slice off a piece of the side of the breast. Bringing this one to her own mouth, she began to devour her sister's tit as though it was just another side of steak. Estelle watched her for a minute, before finally picking up her own knife and fork and digging in. I smiled as I resumed my meal, periodically glancing at them as the breast gradually got smaller and smaller as they cut slices off each side, working towards the center.

They finished slightly before I did, having less to eat, and Estelle forlornly watched me eat the last piece of her wonderful bust. She spoke for the first time since she had had her breasts sliced off. "We just ate my tits..." She looked down at her bandaged, flat chest. "How am I going to explain this to the doctors? To mother and father?"

"We don't need to tell them. All we need to say is that Annabel was the one that cut them off and that was the end of it. What happened to them after that doesn't matter."

I listened to them bemusedly as I opened the Love Tech medical kit again and took out a hypodermic needle. The sisters immediately stopped talking and watched me like deer in headlights. Marie was the first to speak up, of course. "What's that for?"

"You didn't really think I was just going to let you walk out the door, did you?" At my words the girls tensed, so I spoke quickly to set them at ease again. "It's a sedative. When I let you go, it will be at a time and place of my choosing, and you will be unconscious when it happens. You will not see where you've been or where I will go, it's that simple. Rest assured, you will be found."

Estelle looked at me with doe eyes that made me melt inside and want to ravish her again then and there. "You promise? We'll wake up again?"

"Most likely the next thing you see will be the doctors in your hospital room telling you you're going to be okay." I stepped up behind Estelle and my heart fluttered when she yelped softly as I injected her in the arm. So cute. I helped her up out of her seat and put my lips to hers, embracing her with one last passionate kiss. She let a whimper of pain out into my mouth as my breasts pressed up against her bandaged, debreasted chest, and her tongue gradually stopped moving against mine as she passed out in my arms.

I lowered her lovingly onto the bed and approached her sister. Marie looked at me coldly. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to respond like that."

I injected her as I had her sister. "Wouldn't dream of it." Marie slowly slipped into unconsciousness as well, and I lay her down by her sister. Two angels that had been my very own playthings for the last few days. I considered myself fortunate to have happened upon them.

The rest of the evening was spent shifting my things into the back of a van I had bought. Just the personal belongings that couldn't stay behind to give any indication I had occupied this space. As I packed away the video recorder, I squealed in anticipation of watching the last few days again. This data was the crown of my collection. A nice fireplace on a cold night, a glass of bubbles, and the sisters screaming on a big screen tv as I watched naked on a fur rug. Maybe I could even manage to arrange a nice cooked breast or pussy for dinner somehow to truly make it a night to remember.

The belongings that I didn't want to take with me, such as the bedding the girls had used, and the curtains in their room, I shredded and dumped into a handy furnace that was located in the building. The two way mirror was detached and went into the van, and my observation room became an innocuous entryway again. The building and land had been purchased and tomorrow, contractors were scheduled to come and demolish the structure to make way for a brand new factory. Any trace of the girls' stay would be gone.

Leaving the room and returning with a large padded crate on a trolley, I gathered their clothes and started dressing Estelle. Pulling her shirt over the bandages I noticed the looseness now that she had less to fill it out with. I finished dressing her and turned to Marie. She looked so beautiful lying there, so peaceful. I absentmindedly reached out and stroked one of her breasts. As I watched, her nipple hardened from my touch.

I had to have them.

I left the room and found the equipment I needed. One of my best knives and a cooler. Returning to Marie, I caressed her soft globe again, fighting my conscience, but although I had promised not to harm Estelle's pussy, I had given Marie no such assurances about her breasts. I squeezed the tit hard and pulled up, stretching it out. Putting the blade to her skin where the breast met her abdomen, I pushed.

I didn't have to push hard. The knife was the sharpest one I had, my favorite. I had used it the very first time I cut off a girl's tits. It had been her knife, from her kitchen, and I had taken it with me as a souvenir, along with her breasts. A number of pretty French girls had found out how sharp it was it was since then as it robbed them of their delicate parts. I kept it like a razor's edge, and it moved through Marie's breast like the flesh wasn't even there. A crimson cut trailed behind the knife, blood spilling out and down into the sheets. Her nipple hardened up even more as I cut, then softened again as most of the nerves were severed. The knife finished its terrible journey through her body, and then her breast was in my hand. I lifted it up and looked at her her freshly removed body part.

Suddenly I realized Marie was bleeding out. I hastily dropped the severed breast into the cooler and pressed a gauze pad against her wound. The adhesive made contact with the surrounding skin and the hole in her chest began to clot. My hands were slippery with her blood. Settling for wiping most of it on the sheets, I turned her around and took hold of the other one of her few remaining erogenous zones. I put my lips to her breast and gently bit down on her sole nipple. Pulling the breast up with my teeth, I repeated the process with the bloodstained blade on this breast. Within seconds, her tit swung loosely from my mouth. I pressed another gauze to the new hole and held it there until the bleeding stopped. Returning my attention to Marie's former organ, I stroked it as I held it in my hand. I kissed it, licked the cooling nipple. I wanted to eat them now, but there was no time. Walking over to the cooler I placed it next to its twin. The blood dripped down the ice it rested on, turning the contents of the cooler a pretty shade of light red. I couldn't resist reaching down and giving the severed breasts one last caress before closing the cooler lid.

I bandaged up Marie's latest wounds and washed the blood off her body. I dressed her, imagining her horror when she woke up in the hospital to find my last violation of her body. I hoped she would be able to come to terms with the loss. Donning some gloves, I lay her beside Estelle in the crate and put the lid on. I sealed them in, with a dozen nails through the wood, and a number of holes in the lid allowed them to breathe.

Pushing the trolley out side, the crate joined my belongings in the van, and once I retrieved the cooler containing my latest acquisitions, I was ready to go. I started the van and drove off into the night.

I dropped the crate in front of a small church, a few hours drive away from where I'd held them. I knew the pastor who worked there was a devout man who diligently showed up every morning at 7am sharp. He'd get a bit of a surprise when he used the crowbar I'd left on top of the box. I wished I could have watched it from afar, but it simply wasn't prudent. As for the girls, the sedative should keep them blissfully unconscious until some doctors pumped them full of morphine.

Another few hours and I had arrived at my destination, a small airport in the south of France. As I drove up to the gate, the guard made a call on his radio. Getting a response, he pressed the button to open the gate and waved me through. I drove a bit further until I arrived at a hangar where a number of flight crew were prepping a private jet for takeoff. I had no sooner parked than they were unpacking the van, loading the items onto the plane. One crewman picked up the cooler and had turned to take it aboard when I stopped him. "Hang on, I'll take that."

He handed it back to me apologetically. "Certainly ma'am, sorry to trouble you." I simply smiled at him as he moved on to some of the other items and wondered how he would have reacted had he been given the opportunity to look inside. He probably thought it contained a bottle of Dom Pérignon, never imagining it held a teenage girl's breasts.

Boarding the jet and making my way to the lounge area, I took my usual seat just in time to admire the pretty form of the stewardess as she greeted me. "Evening Ma'am, we'll be on our way shortly." She lowered her voice and whispered to me softly, "Of course, you were left off the passenger registry, as requested." Naturally, since as far as the government knew, I had already been out of the country for days. I had selected my staff specifically for their willingness to overlook a few lapses of security.

I thanked her and she left the room. I gazed at her cute ass as she went, some vivid images going through my head. I would never act on them. As my employee, she was off limits, at least as far as my darker tendencies were concerned. She was not above a bit of quality girl time for a generous bonus in her paycheck, however. Maybe I would invite her into my cabin a bit later. For now, I buckled my belt and turned off all my electronic devices as the jet launched itself down the runway and into the night sky.

Later that morning, I was checking some of the French news sites. Marie and Estelle had been found and it had made headlines. The country was relieved to find them alive when they had just about given up hope. They made no mention of the girls' well being, except to say that doctors had reported their condition as 'serious, but not life threatening'. Well, that was fine by me. The less exposure, the better, and I'm sure taking several sexual organs would be attention no-one needed. The police had mentioned they had some promising leads on the perpetrator, etc, etc, and that the family was just happy to have them back. Well, most of them, I thought to myself.

An announcement from the pilot that we were approaching our destination prompted me to pack up my things. I settled in for landing, and when we had touched down and coasted to a stop on the tarmac, I grabbed my cooler and made my way to the exit. Everything else could be handled by the staff. Descending the steps leading from the plane, I was greeted by a lovely brunette with perky tits and wonderful, big brown eyes. Celeste stood in front of a shiny new Ferrari, black of course. I walked up to her and gave her a friendly hug. Standing back, she reached out to me, handing me a set of keys with a big smile on her face.

"Welcome to Italy, Miss love."


Mindtrap - Perspective (Part 3)

I looked at the light glinting off the sharp metal.

The pin between my fingers was as long as a sewing needle, but capped with a small coloured ball. In front of me was a bathroom mirror, my nude form reflected in its depths, my perky breasts covered with goosebumps and capped with hard nipples. I placed the end of the pin against a nondescript part of the outer curve of my right tit and pushed, gasping as I painfully, gradually pressed it into the meat of my soft pale orb. All that was visible now was the bright plastic ball, but I could feel the entire length of the shaft inside my breast. The feeling was amazing, and I gasped with pleasure as my free hand caressed my sex.

I had a pile of pins, and continued to push them into myself one by one, wincing and moaning as I felt my breasts pierced by the tiny steel spears. They were beginning to look like pincushions with over 30 pins penetrating them in various places. Panting, I sucked some of my own juices off my fingers, before grabbing one of my as yet untouched nipples and stretching it out. My heart was thudding in my chest as I skewered the nipple sideways with a pin, then let out a small sob as I did it again at ninety degrees to the first. I picked up another pin, and focusing my attention on my right nipple, this time I put the pin right at the tip of my teat, before pushing it into the nipple towards my chest. I felt it stab through my sensitive bud, plunging at least an inch into the flesh.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts were covered in points of colour, every one of them a beacon of exquisite pain. Stepping back to admire the view, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Stroking my pussy, I saw that there were yet more pins, and I knew what I wanted to do with them. I shifted my position and spread my legs wide. Pulling on one of my labia, I thrust a pin through without hesitation, then twisted it and pushed it back through the same lip like a tailor pinning a piece of cloth, the point of the pin bursting out the side with a tiny drop of blood. I repeated this a number of times, also pushing some straight down, deep into my swollen outer labia. Finally I picked up a pin with a pink plastic ball on the end. Perfect. Taking my clitoris between my fingers, I held it steady as I placed the pin against the end of my nub of sensitive flesh. I took a deep breath, then pushed, impaling my clit on the little skewer. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a scream of pain as I pierced my most intimate place. Looking at my handiwork, I saw that it was only going into my clit about a centimetre before it came back out the side again. The sharp end was exposed, and I knew it was going to prick me regularly as I walked if I left it like that.

Well, I liked a challenge.

I slowly stood up, wincing as the movement jostled my now tender nether region. Sliding on a bra and pair of lace panties over the pins, I dressed slowly in my favourite red dress and knee high boots. Embracing the pain and ignoring the constant pricks my pussy was receiving, I grabbed my purse off the table and walked out the door, locking it behind me.

I stepped off the elevator into the hotel foyer. Making my way to the front desk, I had to stop myself from flinching with every prick. I slid the keycard across the desk along with my credit card. The pretty receptionist smiled as she took them from me. "Checking out, Miss Love?"

I returned it with one of my own. "Yes, thank you. I had my bags brought down a few minutes ago." I signed the receipt and took back my plastic, 'accidentally' brushing her hand as I did so.

"Thank you for staying with us. Your car should be around shortly." I thanked her again and made my way out of the hotel. The valet was already pulling up in my black Ferrari. I handed him a tip and and got in my car. In no time I was on my way, heading out of the city.

I dialed a number on my phone and it picked up on the second ring. Celeste's melodic voice answered. "Hello?"

"It's Annabel. I've just left the hotel and should be home in a few hours. Anything important happen at the board meeting?"

"The usual dull affair. They just reminded each other how much money they've made this week, gave themselves all pats on the back, and had lunch. Business is doing well at the moment, so there wasn't much to cover. Only small fly in the ointment is Synergy Labs. Their CEO is a bit of a misogynist. He doesn't want to play ball with a company owned by the fairer sex. Thinks you should should get married and start making babies while your husband runs things. He didn't say that in so many words, at least not while I was on the conference call, but I read between the lines. And paraphrased."

I made at face at the mental image. "That fat piece of shit is getting on my nerves. I know their genetics lab in San Francisco has made some serious leaps in tissue growth. I want what they have."

Celeste sighed. "I'll keep working on it. I'm getting no help from the boardmembers. I think you may need to pay a visit and kick some arse."

Annoying. "Keep trying. Let me know next week."

"Will do. Cheerio." I hung up the phone and tried to push the business aside. I was looking forward to soaking in a hot bubble bath with a glass of bubbly.

The wind rushed past, whipping up strands of my hair as I cruised along a stretch of highway, the scenic Italian Mediterranean coastline alongside me. On warm days like this I liked to have the top down on my convertible. I'd had it nearly a year, and it still felt exciting every time I got it on the open road. I was making my way back south after a medical conference in Milan, to a small villa I owned, a nice private place where I had been living while I took care of some business. Love Technologies, my company, was a big player in the field of R&D, mainly in biology and medicine, and I liked to keep myself appraised of any new toys that were being developed. In the past I had found some very convenient uses for some of our products.

Truth be told, I didn't actually have to do much. I'd inherited it from my father when he'd passed away nearly a decade ago, and wasn't really that interested in the business side of things. I left that to the grey-haired old men who sat on the board. I was more interested in the tech, and only stuck my nose in when I wanted something. They always condescendingly acquiesced to my demands for resources, thinking they were keeping me out of the way while they tried to hide the fact they were undressing me in their heads. It suited me just fine. I kept tabs on them through my lawyer slash personal assistant Celeste, who had power of attorney, but I lived the life I wanted and I had a few aces up my sleeves just in case they ever got the idea keeping my interests met became more trouble than it was worth.

I shifted in my seat, yelping as I felt another sharp prick between my legs. The exposed pin that pierced my painfully throbbing clitoris jabbed me for the umpteenth time. This was a new experiment for me, seeing if I liked causing myself pain, testing how much torture my intimate places could take. So far, it was having the effect of an aphrodisiac on me, every prick, every steel cylinder piercing my flesh making me incredibly horny. I considered the exercise a resounding success. I reached up with one hand and grabbed my left breast, squeezing it tightly, the delicious pain bringing tears to the corners of my eyes as the dozens of metal fangs bit down further into my tit. I swerved slightly, and refocused on my driving, silently chastising myself for being so reckless.

As I rounded the next bend, I noticed a figure in the distance. They saw me and stuck out an arm and thumb. A hitchhiker. I slowed down slightly as I approached, and the figure slowly became a very attractive young blonde girl, looking to be around her late teens or early twenties. It wasn't difficult to make a decision. I definitely have a weakness for pretty girls, so I pulled up to the side of the road. She let let out a shout of success and ran up to the passenger door.

"Hey, I'm headed to Livorno, you going my way?"

I studied her, taking in her honey blonde hair and busty chest. She wore a light tank top which showed off a lovely amount of cleavage, her bare midriff displaying a belly button piercing. My subtle appraisal lasted only a split second before I replied. "Not the entire way, but I am headed in that direction. Hop in."

She thanked me enthusiastically, but I wasn't listening. I watched her breasts as she took off her bag and climbed into my car. I wondered what they would look like naked, and just for a moment I allowed myself to imagine the twin globes severed and lying on a plate, blood pooling from the cut flesh at the base of the breasts. Pale and soft, capped by stiff nipples defying their fate. I winced quietly as my clit grew stiff, impaling itself further onto the vicious spike that secretly adorned it.

I broke my gaze as she finished seating herself, and pulled back out onto the road. "My name's Annabelle." I reached out a hand in greeting.

"Bianca." She smiled as she shook it, and I felt a pinch in my chest as my heart started beating faster. I wanted to giggle as our skin made contact, but I kept my emotions on a tight leash. "Thank you so much for stopping. I love your car! Is this a Ferrari?"

I smiled, remembering the day I got it. "Yes, I asked a friend to arrange a car for me while I was in Italy, and she had a thing for Ferraris. It's a little flashier than I usually drive, but it's grown on me." I gave the accelerator a push for emphasis, the engine roaring like it wanted to break free.

"She did you a favour. There's nothing like traveling in one of these." She thought for a second. "Although technically it's my first time..."


"No, not technically, it's totally my first time. But I've seen movies of people driving them!" She laughed and flashed me a grin. I tried to concentrate on the road and attempted to distract myself from her lovely eyes with a conversation.

"So, what brings you this way? Are you visiting someone?"

"No, more like the opposite, getting away from them. I'm heading to Livorno to try and get a job. Need a place, need food, it all takes money, of which I have little."

"Getting away? From who?"

Her expression took on a serious tone. "Just my parents. We had a bit of a disagreement. Let's just say I'm not welcome at home anymore, so I'm off into the wide world to make my own way."

I glanced at her. "Parents. I know what that can be like. Leaving all your friends and family must have been tough though."

"Didn't have much reason to stay. Kind of burned some bridges in my extremely fundamentalist social circles." Her smile returned suddenly. "I refuse to let life get me down, though! I've washed my hands of my old life, time to find a new one. With the way my luck's been going, I think I'm due some good fortune. You giving me a lift is a sign that things are going to get better, yeah?"

I exhaled a sigh of reluctance, gripped by guilt. I could take her where she was trying to go. I could drop her off and wish her luck with her new life. I could do the right thing... But I already knew I wasn't going to. I reached down and flipped the lid off a compartment between the seats and lifted out a chilled bottle of water. Screwing off the cap I took a swig and then pretended to realise what I was doing. "Oh, god, I'm sorry, you must be parched. There's one left if you want it."

She grinned at me with her lovely eyes. "Wow, thank you so much! You're right, I've been in the sun all morning and I'm dry as a bone here." She pulled the plastic wrap off the cap and opened it, taking a huge swig. "Damn that tastes good!"

I tried to change the subject. "Got any ideas about what you want to do when you get there?"

"I'm a programmer. Was studying as a major in software development, but... kinda dropped out with all the home drama. It'd be nice to get something to make use of all the time I put into that, but with no degree my options are pretty terrible. I'll be happy just to get something that puts money on the table. Maybe freelancing." She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. "How about you? You must pull in a pretty paycheck if you can afford a car like this without even seeing it first."

"I inherited the family business when my parents passed away. It's not a bad job. I find myself with a lot of free time to pursue... hobbies." Bianca took another swig from her bottle, oblivious that she had already become my latest hobby.

"Sorry to hear about your parents. Sounds like a dream job though. Don't suppose you need a programmer with half an education and no credentials to her name?" Bianca asked with a giggle.

I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. "Well you're much prettier than most of my programmers. That gives you leg up as far as I'm concerned."

Bianca blushed furiously and I felt my heart skip a beat. She tried not to meet my eyes as she changed the subject. "Hey, mind if I turn on the radio?"

"Go for it." I motioned toward the dashboard and she started jumping stations until she found some soft rock. "Hey, I lub these guys... ugh, love. Duh." She giggled at her own slur. "I had all their CDs at... home. Guess I'll have to buy them... Buy them all again..." She dropped the water bottle, spilling it on the floor. "Shit! I'm so sorry!" She reached forward to pick it up and missed. "What...?" Her head bumped against the glove box and she fell forward and stayed there, her body no longer moving. I reached over and pushed her unconscious form back against the seat, a bit of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. I wiped it up with a finger, then reluctantly stuck my hand inside her top and under her bra, and gave her breast a squeeze, guiltily enjoying the soft sensation of her warm skin.

"Sweet dreams, Bianca." I knew mine would be.

I pulled up to my villa. There was nothing around for miles but hills and fields, so I knew that noone would see the form of the unconscious girl being unloaded into the house. She was so light, I had little difficulty carrying her through the kitchen and down into my basement, although it did jostle the many pins still piercing my body, causing me sharp pricks of pain. Far from your average basement, mine had no stone walls, and was quite nicely furnished. Tiled floors, disposable furnishings, and most importantly no windows. I hadn't actually planned to bring anyone here, but it was nice to have in the event of unforeseen circumstances such as this.

I lay Bianca down on the bed and began to pull off her top. The breasts I had been lusting after in the car bounced out as I pulled it over her head, restrained only by a black bra. Dropping the top to the floor, I undid the clasp slowly, savouring the moment as the delectable orbs were fully exposed. Cute nipples rose up to greet me as I put my hands around her boobs, squeezing and kneading the pliable flesh. I hadn't been able to get my teeth into a pair of breasts for months, and and I lowered my mouth to them, wrapping my lips around her nipple, sucking gently. I loved these moments, before my victims awoke and started to resist. They were all mine, willing to let me do whatever I wanted to them. So vulnerable.

With a pop, I released her nipple from my mouth, shiny and covered with my saliva. I moved down her body and undid her pants. Pulling them down I had to pause and remove her shoes, but then they joined her bra and top on the floor. I looked at her cute panties, putting my face between her legs and inhaling her scent. I bit down on the cloth and pulled with my teeth, lifting her hips so that I could drag the underwear down her legs. Her pussy was right in front of me as I did so, and I was surprised to see she was clean shaven. It would save me some time, but I'd miss the experience of getting to denude her pretty mound of venus.

I pulled her panties past her feet and snapped her ankle into the manacle chained to the floor. Returning to her sex, I pushed her legs wide, putting my mouth to her and nibbling gently on her lower lips. The taste of her sweet pussy rushed up to greet me, and I eagerly lapped at it with my tongue, until she moaned slightly and I ceased my ministrations. She was starting to come around, much sooner than I had thought she would. I hurriedly moved her clothes away from the bed, dumping them in a hamper at the corner of the room, and pushed a TV into place at the foot of the bed. With that I left the room, locking the door and going to my study. I had a couple of CCTV cameras set up down there, and pulled up the display on my laptop.

I watched her come around, enjoying her reaction as the realised she was naked and chained to a bed. She held her arm in front of her breasts, as if there was someone in the room with her. I let it sink in for a few minutes, waiting for her to get over the shock of not know where she was, then pressed a button causing the TV to turn on and start playing the video I had set up. It was the recording I had made of a pair of sisters in France, in much the same situation as she was in now. She watched the TV intently as the afternoon wore on, as I stripped and shaved the sisters, as they woke and cried to each other, as they were forced to commit incest.

Then the torture began. She watched, transfixed as I prepared one of them, Marie, and let out a cry of shock at the scream that came from the TV as the french girl lost her pussy. She put her hands between her legs and hunched over in empathy of the pain the girl in the recording must have felt, but never once took her eyes off the screen. The video continued, and she saw the sisters eat their meal.

Suddenly I noticed something odd. She had not taken her hand away from between her legs since the cutting began. I looked closer. She seemed to be moving it, almost as if she were playing with herself. I rubbed my eyes and zoomed in on her. Sure enough her hand was moving back and forth. Her eyes wide, she was biting her bottom lip, and the expression on her face was unmistakable as I heard her gasp. She was masturbating. I simply sat there, stunned, watching the feed. The scene moved on to the other sister, Estelle, having her breasts guillotined off, and Bianca grabbed one of her own, squeezing it and plunging her fingers inside herself. Why was she turned on? Surely she understood she was now in their position. With a moan, she appeared to be orgasming as Estelle's screams burst over the speakers. Shuddering a few times, she then relaxed, her hands at her side as she watched the recording play out. I simply sat there in shock for what must have been nearly fifteen minutes. I was unsure how to proceed. Girls never reacted this way.

A small sound from my laptop caught my attention me as it alerted me to the presence of a high priority email. Grateful for the distraction, I tabbed my email client and read it. It was from Celeste. One of the scientists that worked for my company's Japanese branch was trying to contact me. A man named Hirimoto, he and I had an understanding. Gratuitous amounts of funding in exchange for keeping his results private between the two of us. He had been working on something I was interested in, a project attempting to develop functional nanites. The medical implications were huge. One day we hoped to be able to use them to repair all sorts of damage. Perhaps one day even regrowing missing body parts would even be a reality, but for now that was still a pipe dream. Our current generation was just a crude, simple thing, unable to do more than relay instructions. Certainly, mechanical functions from the bots were a long way off.

I dialed Celeste and she picked up almost immediately.

"That was fast, I just hit send."

I sighed. "It's not really a good time. What does Hirimoto want?"

"Apparently his project has had a development. He wouldn't tell me what it was, just that it was incredible. Something about unforeseen consequences. He was annoyingly vague about it, but he made something clear - if you don't visit immediately, it could jeopardize the project. He's trying to keep his discovery under wraps, but he can't hide it for long."

Shit. "Fine. Get the jet ready. I'll head out tomorrow morning."

"Yes ma'am. I'll let him know you're coming." There was a click as she hung up the phone.

"Fuck!" I let forth a string of expletives and grabbed a cup off my desk, hurling it at the wall where it shattered into a dozen fragments. Not now! I didn't have time to go to Japan! There was girl in my basement who was not acting how I expected. I didn't know what to do.

Sighing, I made my way over to the mess I had made and started picking up the pieces. I piled them on the desk and looked at Bianca, sitting there oblivious to my frustrated state. Time to go and meet her.

Unlocking the door, I entered. Bianca's eyes were on me like a deer in headlights, uncertainty on her face. I put on my best aura of composure, like I was completely in control, despite the fact I did not feel like it. I approached the bed, sliding a wheeled table topped with a tray within reach as I did so. Bianca watched me silently, and I could smell her arousal. I decided to take a friendly approach, to see how she would respond.

"Hello, Bianca."

"Hello." She responded quietly.

I slipped my dress off my shoulders, and began to slide out of it. Bianca blushed and looked away. I snapped off my bra, exposing the many pins underneath. "Could you give me a hand with these?"

She looked at my breasts, surprised. I sat on the bed next to her and positioned my chest out innocently. Bianca was unsure what to do, and I waited patiently until she reached out and told hold of one of the brightly coloured balls, sliding the metal out of my tit. I stifled a gasp. "Thanks."

She continued to slide the pins out of me. "Why do you have pins in your breasts?"

"It was an experiment. I wanted to see if I liked it."

"Did you?" She held my breast with one hand as she slid them out. Rather than finding it unpleasant, I was sure I noticed her squeezing it ever so slightly. I started to wonder if she was a bit keen on girls herself.

"I found it rather fun, yes."

She slid one of the ones out of my nipples. "Were they there the entire time in the car?" I nodded in affirmative. She finished taking out the last one, a few drops of blood all that remained. "That's all of them. No permanent damage. They're still lovely." I looked at her curiously at the unsolicited comment, and she blushed and looked away again.

"Not quite all of them." She looked back at my breasts and then searched my body for the pins she had missed. Her gaze settled on my panties. I slipped my thumbs under the material and pulled my underwear down and off. Spreading my legs, I showed her the rest of them.

"Oh, ouch." She started to pull the tiny skewers out of my pussy, causing me to gasp again. Finally there was only one left. She was hesitant at first, then I bit back a cry as she took hold of my clitoris and pulled it gently so she could slide the pin out. She dropped it onto the small pile she had made and the two of us sat there naked. She was still holding onto my clit, and I remained silent, just enjoying the feel of her touch until she realised what she was doing and quickly let go. She blushed again, looking like she had a dozen questions on her mind, but was too nervous to speak, so I gestured to the TV. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Are you going to do that to me?" Her voice took me by surprise. It was steady, a hint of fear behind it, but just a little. Every other girl I had taken, by this point, was terrified.

"Not that, exactly. But I am going to cut off your breasts." Her eyes widened as I reached out and stroked one gently.

She swallowed as she looked down at my hand on the pale orbs sticking out from her chest. "You're going to cut them off... how are you going to do it?"

"I haven't decided yet. Any preferences?"

"Preferences? You're asking me to decide which way I would most prefer to be debreasted?"

I smirked at her frankness. "Pretty much."

She looked down at her tits.

"I... I don't know. What ways are there?"

"Oh, so many possibilities... the most basic would be to just use a knife, or course." I heard a gasp under her breath as I held one of her boobs to demonstrate. "I could start by putting the blade between them, then cutting sideways into your right breast..." I scratched a nail along the side of her pale orb, mimicking the slice of a knife. Her nipple stiffened even more to my surprise, and I continued. "...I'll continue to saw the knife up and down, slicing the tit meat away from your chest. Eventually the blade will come out the other side, and you'll be able to enjoy the sight of me holding your detached tit in my hand, while you'll have nothing but a big red hole in your body where it used to be."

Bianca's eyes were glazing over, as though she were looking at something far away. She was breathing heavily. Was it fear? I didn't think so. Her voice was almost a whisper. "Then what?"

Her question threw me off guard. "Pardon?"

"When you're holding one of my severed breasts, then what will you do? Will you make me suck on it?"

I looked at her carefully. None of the girls I'd ever taken had been this calm in the face of their own torture before. None of them had seemed so... interested. "Yes," I replied. "I'll make you suck on your own nipple. You won't feel anything of course, reinforcing the reality that it's no longer attached to your body." Bianca closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip at my description of her mutilation. The gesture made me want to shove her down onto the bed and ravage her, but I restrained my urges, wanting to finish telling her what I was going to do. Grabbing her other breast, I continued gesturing. "Once that's done, I'll make you hold it while I cut off this other one. I think I'll start at the top this time, and cut down into your tit. Once it comes off you'll be completely flat chested, your pretty boobs will be nothing but meat on that tray."

"What about my pussy? Are you going to do anything to that?"

I reached over into the draw in the portable table beside the bed and took out a pair of shears. "I'm going to use these on it." I held them up for her, squeezing the blades together a few times, the sound of metal sliding against metal causing her to flinch. I knelt down between her legs, pushing them open and finding no resistance. I pinched her labia and pulled them sharply, causing Bianca to let out a whimper. Stretching them as far as I could, I positioned the blades of the shears around her genitals. I closed them until they were right up against her skin. Bianca was panting heavily now, her pussy lips precariously positioned between the two razor sharp pieces of steel. "Maybe I won't wait. Maybe I'll slice them off right now. All I have to do is squeeze a bit more..."

I squeezed gently. The blades closed until they began to pinch and cut into the very bottom of her labia. Bianca let out a guttural scream and fell backwards as the shears drew blood from her sensitive sex. Juice flowed from her pussy, covering my hands and the shears, and I realised her scream wasn't just from of pain - she was gripped by a sudden, intense orgasm. I opened the blades again and released her still-attached lower lips. A small droplet of blood ran down from the shallow cut I had made, dripping to the bed. Bianca just lay back, panting as she came to her senses.

Eventually she sat up, and touched herself between her legs, finding herself whole. "I thought you were really doing it. I thought that was it, that you were cutting off my pussy lips. I can't believe how hard I came."

I began to stroke her vagina again, pushing a finger from my free hand barely a fingernail's distance inside her, causing her to tense up and rock against my palm. "You really wanted me to do it, didn't you?"

She looked confused and blissful at the same time. "Mmmm, I don't know. Part of me did, I think. Another part of me was terrified. It's just so... permanent, I guess. Once they're gone, that's it."

"I know what you mean. I've fantasised about losing my own clitoris. I wish there was a way I could find out what it feels like to have it cut off, but still have it afterwards."

Bianca enthusiastically thrust against my hand. I kept it on the very edge of her pussy, frustrating her efforts to impale herself on my finger. She looked at me. "I guess you could say you want to have your clit and eat it too."

I laughed and returned her gaze. "That's true. What should I do with you?"

She looked at me with big eyes. "Please don't kill me. Cut off anything you like, I just don't want to die."

I pushed my finger further inside her, eliciting a gasp. "I regret kidnapping you. Something has come up and this hasn't turned out like I expected." I was overwhelmed with a desire to see her safe. I'd never met anyone like her, and the thought of ending her existence in this world caused a pang of sadness in my chest. "Perhaps... I could knock you out again, leave you somewhere far from here." Her eyes brightened, hopeful, and I made up my mind. "I'll go get the tranquilizer. You don't have to be afraid."

She seemed to be surprised. "Just like that? You're not going to remove my breasts?" Was she really disappointed? I knew she was turned on by the thought of it, but fantasy and reality were leagues apart.

I decided that I wanted to at least make my mark on her before I set her loose. I gestured to her tit. "Stretch out your nipple."

She swallowed nervously. "Why?"

"Because I told you to." I stared at her until she took hold of the little nub and pulled on it, stretching her breast into a conical shape. Her wide eyes followed my hand as I opened the shears and positioned them over her aureole. "Ask me to do it."

She groaned as I rubbed her harder. "Pardon?"

"I'm not going to close the shears unless you ask me to."

She was panting heavily as I roughly fingered her, looking at her delicate flesh positioned between the blades. She knew she would be asking me to do something irreversible. Could she do it? Would she? She was pinching her nipple so hard that her knuckles were white. She let out a deep breath as she came to a decision. "Please, close the shears. Cut it off."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes! Please... Before I chicken out."

"As you wish." I squeezed. The silver blades came together, closing on the soft meat of her breast. I became excited at the sight of her skin parting, and Bianca screamed as the steel sliced through the end of her tit. Blood spilled down the curve of her breast and continued down her stomach. For the second time, she went cross-eyed as she was gripped by an orgasm. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she spasmed, and suddenly her hand came away from her chest, still holding her detached nipple. Her screaming had stopped, reduced to heavy gasping as she twitched a few more times and her eyes refocused. She looked at the bloody piece of herself in her fingers, unable to find the words.

I held out a cloth. "Hold that against your breast." She did so without taking her eyes off her excised flesh, wincing as she pressed it against the wound. I retrieved the latest development of Love Tech's medical sealant. We had done away with the gauze, now it was just a small high pressure spray canister. Pulling Bianca's hand and the towel away from her bleeding breast, I sprayed a coating of sealant across the hole I had just made, the chemicals forming a makeshift rubbery skin, and the blood flow ceased. Using the towel, I wiped up most of the blood that covered her stomach, leaving just a circular hole at the peak of her breast, the meat behind the sealant looking like a cross section from a biology book. Bianca was still staring at her nipple in wonder. I caught her attention. "I'd like to see you eat it."

She didn't say anything, just looked at her little nub again. I wondered if she had registered what I'd said, but then she lifted her hand to her mouth, and slowly put the severed nipple in, closing her lips around her fingers as she withdrew them. She closed her eyes, just tasting her own flesh for a second, and then began to chew it. The sound of her little morsel being crushed between her teeth sent a wave of arousal through my loins, and as I watched her swallow her own nipple I took her hand and forced it between my legs. Bianca realised what I wanted her to do and started to push her fingers inside me, first one, then a second and a third joined it, impaling me as I groaned in ecstasy. "More..." I forced the word out between breaths, and let out a whimper as a fourth finger joined the first three. She looked at me and I nodded in affirmation. I spread my legs wide and leaned back as she tucked her thumb in and I cried out as she pushed again, her knuckles forcing their way inside my pussy.

Her hand moved deeper inside me until I felt my labia tighten around her wrist. I felt so filled, and she wiggled her fingers and scratched her nails against my tender inner walls, all the while pumping her fist back and forth inside me as far as it could go. I felt her hit the end of my passage, and fell back on the bed as my entire body rocked from the force of her thrusts. Reaching up over my head, I grabbed on to whatever anchor I could find, trying to brace myself as I cried my pleasure out to the room. I managed to get one hand on the headboard, and finding nothing within reach for the second I settled for grabbing the sheets and clinging to them as though my life depended on it. Our eyes met as I started to peak, and I saw a look on her face I did not expect. Gratitude. "Thank you." Her mouth formed the words, but the sound never reached me as her fist pushed me over the edge of my climax. I saw stars as waves of pleasure hit me, and the next thing I remembered, I was lying back, Bianca by my side with one arm draped across my stomach and caressing my breast, both of our bodies covered in sweat. I picked up her hand and brought it to my mouth, licking my fluids from her fingers before letting it fall back to my stomach, exhausted. It was like that that we fell asleep together, my dreams that night so very sweet.

I was greeted by a lovely vision as I opened my eyes. Bianca was spooning up against my side, my arm around her, and her damaged breast lay across my stomach, the lack of a nipple immediately obvious. I reached out to her chest and stroked it, eliciting a pleasured murmur as she lay sleeping. I gently untangled her arm from where lay between my legs and rolled her onto her back. Trying not to wake her, I got up and made my way over to the table, opening the draw and taking out a case containing a syringe.

I returned to her side as I took it out, and was about to inject her when her eyes opened and looked at me. "Hmmm...? What are you doing?" She asked groggily.

"I told you, I'm going to put you under and take you somewhere safe." Her eyes opened wider as she woke up properly and I waited for her to adjust.

She looked at me like a child who had been told Christmas was cancelled. "Will I ever see you again?"

"I kidnapped you and cut off your nipple. I was planning to dismember and kill you, I would have thought you would be relieved that I'm going to let you go instead."

"And my rational mind tells me I should be, but my feelings say otherwise. I'd rather not die, but when you gave me a lift the other day, I thought you were so pretty. Never in my wildest dreams did I think you'd have any interest in me. Then I woke up and found myself here, naked. I was frightened at first, but watching that video of those those two sisters..." She spoke wistfully as she recalled it. " just got me excited. I've always had these fantasies about my breasts and pussy, about violent things happening to them. I always felt like a deviant. I've never told anyone about it, but being the thought of being debreasted has always been my biggest fetish. I never thought it would be anything more than a fantasy, and when a beautiful woman like you told me you were going to actually do it, actually cut them off... for I moment I was so happy."

I looked at the sexy orbs sitting prominently on her chest. "It's not something that can be undone."

"I know. I've always been too afraid to actually do anything to myself. Afraid of being disfigured. Afraid of being judged a pervert. But then you actually cut off my nipple." She fingered the tender hole. "It was everything I'd imagined. It wasn't just teasing, or threatening or a fantasy. I watched it actually happen, I saw and felt it come off and knew this time it was real." She leaned over and our lips met, parting as her tongue entered my mouth. I didn't resist or take control, simply letting her kiss me, enjoying the contact before she leaned back and caught her breath. "I don't really know anything about you, but I've never felt this way before." She looked me directly in the eyes. "I think I love you."

My head spun as I felt like the world had fallen out from under me. I couldn't breathe. No one had ever said that to me before. Not like this. She stared at me intently and I felt myself growing nervous under her gaze. I didn't know how to respond. "This is impossible. I can't let you stay. I have business... very urgent business to take care of. I have to get on a plane today." I looked at Bianca and felt my chest tighten at her crestfallen expression.

"Couldn't I come with you? I won't get in the way."

I shook my head. "You can't be in love with me. I'd use you up. I'd torture you until you begged me to stop. It's just... it's what I do." I stood up, as though I could run from her.

"You can! I'll give you my breasts. I'll give you my pussy, and my arms and legs too if you want them. If I can't satisfy you, you can sleep with other people. I just want to be with you. Please, I've got no one else. I've never been as sure of anything as I am of this. It just feels right to me."

I gazed into her eyes and felt myself falling. I looked at her and felt a calm come over me, soon replaced by a feeling of intense happiness. Sitting down on the bed again I picked up the syringe, discarded during her confession. Bianca simply closed her eyes and waited for the small prick to take her to oblivion, a single tear falling down her cheek, but I placed the syringe back in its box and snapped it closed. Bianca opened her eyes in surprise and looked at me questioningly.

I pointed to the hamper. "You'd better get dressed. We have a plane to catch." Bianca took a second to register what I'd said, then squealed with joy and launched herself at me. I fell back with her arms around my naked body, laughing while she plastered kisses all over me. I smacked her on the top of her head. "Hey, down girl. I meant what I said, we have a plane to catch, and I can't take you out in public like that."

She grinned as I released her ankle chain and danced off to don her clothes. I watched her cute little butt as she walked and I thanked the universe that I had been in the right place at the right time to pick up this sexy little hitchhiker.

The barrier was raised as I pulled into the airport and traveled across the tarmac to the hangar. As I pulled up, Bianca looked at the jet. "Are you fucking kidding me? You've got your own plane?"

I shrugged it off. "It's a company plane."

"Family business huh? Do you also dress up like a bat at night and fight crime?" She wore an impish grin as I glanced at her.

"You know exactly what I get up to at night." She tried to stifle a laugh at my comment.

We got out of the car and I gave the keys to one of the ground crew to park it for me once our bags had been loaded. Bianca followed me as I ascended the steps, and I saw her blush out of the corner of my eye as the stewardess greeted her with a welcoming smile. I made my way through the living area to the room at the back of the plane. Bianca was lost for words as she entered and saw the bed. I closed the door behind me and slumped into an armchair by the door. "Some flights can take a long time. The bed is here to make sure I'm refreshed and ready to get to work when we land." I crossed my legs and pouted at Bianca "Business can be so demanding."

She got a mischievous look on her face. "Is that what we'll be doing on this flight? Getting our beauty sleep?"

I felt myself grow warm at her lusty look. "There might be time for a nap later. First we should discuss payment."

Bianca looked puzzled. "Payment?"

"Sorry, but I'm not a charity. If you want to take this flight, you'll have to buy passage."

Bianca looked uncomfortable. "Uh... I don't really have much money. How much do you want?"

I smiled and mimicked the impression of a salesperson. "The price of passage is... one clitoris." Bianca paled visibly at my words. I continued the act, smiling politely. "Are you able to afford that?"

Bianca looked down shyly. "Well... I do happen to have one on me."

I couldn't hide my grin. "How fortunate. Are you prepared to spend it?"

Bianca swallowed. "Yes."

I got up and retrieved a box. Returning to Bianca, I opened it, revealing the contents. "How would you like to pay?" I picked up one of the items inside, a small paring knife, razor sharp. "We have the classic knife, a very popular payment method, quick and clean," Putting it down, I selected another device, "or we can pretend your clit is a cigar, and use this cigar cutter on it. I've always thought they practically look as though they were designed for this purpose. Oh, we have some pliers here," I snapped them in front of Bianca, causing her to flinch slightly. "Imagine these clamping down on your little button, then tearing it out of you." I caught her eye. "Of course, if these tools are too intimidating, you could always ask me to just bite it off." I licked my lips, causing her to blush.

Bianca looked at the tools. "Whatever you choose."

I gave her a reassuring pat on the knee. "Okay. Let's use the knife. Keep it simple, yeah?" I reached for Bianca's hips and hooked my fingers in her panties. With one motion, I tugged off her lower clothes, removing them from her legs one ankle at a time. I extracted her panties and held them to my nose, taking a deep breath and smelling her excitement. I stood in front of her and put them to her mouth. She obediently opened it and let me gag her. I moved closer and whispered in her ear, "This room is soundproofed, but it's best not to let you scream too loud." Giving it a lick, I saw goosebumps travel down her leg and my heart did a little somersault.

Returning to the floor in front of her, I spread her legs, feasting my eyes on her pretty little pussy. So cute, so pure. So unmutilated. I stroked my fingers lightly down her glistening labia, enjoying the muffled moan that escaped through her panties. My middle finger, I gently pushed against her opening, sliding it in to the first knuckle, then back out again. I added a second finger and pushed them further inside her, wiggling them, teasing. I withdrew them again, and pushing her hood back with my other hand, I leaned forward and licked her stiffening clit. Bianca was hyperventilating now, partly from pleasure and partly from fear, her eyes wide and fixed on the knife I had just picked up.

Eliciting a squeal by giving her doomed clit one final nip, I grasped it in my fingers, and pulled it tight. Watching her reaction, I trailed the knife up her thigh and between her legs. She watched the steel as I brought it slowly up her pussy lip, pressing sharply against the glistening skin without breaking it. Then it was at the top of her slit, and I rested the deadly blade on the taut organ. It was fully aroused, and I winked at her as I caught her eye, suddenly sliding the knife across her flesh. The metal sliced into her clit and Bianca screamed into her gag. She instinctively tried to close her legs to protect her delicate parts from the pain, but I leaned against one leg and propped a knee against the other, pinning her shaking legs wide, and continued to lightly saw the knife, each stroke cutting another few millimetres through her sensitive bud. Her hands tightly gripped the chair, pale white, as blood flowed freely down her pussy onto the towels, and then with a final slice my hand came away from her body, her severed clitoris between my fingers. She was still screaming as I set the bloody knife back down into the box, and I pressed a towel against her groin, staunching the crimson flow. Keeping it there, I held her former organ up for her to see. She stared at it, unable to focus as tears streamed down her beautiful face.

I took the towel away and gave her wounded pussy a light spray with the medical sealant. Bianca just sat there with her legs spread wide as I stood up, looking dazed and disoriented. Retrieving a moist cloth, I returned to her and gently wiped away the blood and excess sealant, eliciting small whimpers from her as I ran the warm flannel over her vagina. Looking up at her, I found myself captivated by her frightened, tearful look. Removing her saliva-coated panties from her limp lips, I brought a clean section of the cloth to her cheeks and wiped away the tears and drool. I brushed a wisp of hair from her cheek, and then I was kissing her, intertwining my tongue with hers. She didn't react at first, but then began to respond, returning my passionate embrace.

I broke the kiss with a gasp for air and helped her out of the seat. She winced and stumbled at the pain in her loins, but I held her tightly and led her to the bed, stripping her remaining clothes as we went. Laying her down I pressed the intercom button. "I'm ready to leave. Take us up."

"Understood." The pilot's voice crackled over the speaker, and the plane shuddered as it began to move.

I returned to my lovely passenger, shrugging off my dress and letting it fall around my ankles. My bra and panties followed, and then I was as naked as Bianca, climbing over her on the bed, kissing, licking and nipping my way up her arm to the sweet sound of her surprised gasps. My hand found her nippleless breast, squeezing it as I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. She moaned, and I put my arms around her and rolled, pulling her on top of me with our breasts pressing against each other. "I want you to eat me," I breathlessly whispered. She looked at me, blushing as she began to move down my body, pausing to kiss and suck on my breasts. I pushed my chest up into her mouth, purring with ecstasy, and then growling with disappointment as she removed her mouth from them and continued down past my stomach.

As she descended below my navel, I brought my hand up and smiled as I gazed at the severed clitoris I still held. Such a precious piece of flesh, and she gave it up to me freely. I had butterflies in my stomach, giggling softly to myself as I rubbed it softly across my lips and up my cheek. I couldn't help but grin as she parted my legs, spreading them wide, and as the jet suddenly sped up, I felt my weight shift, the inertia pressing me into the bed as Bianca's mouth pressed down on my excited little box, her tongue entering me in one divine stab and causing me to cry out in joy.

I played with her clit - mine now, rubbing the pale symbol of her femininity on my breasts and nipples while she licked my pussy enthusiastically, intermittently thrusting her tongue inside me and licking my labia while her busy fingers found and rubbed my clit. Then she switched, sucking my bud into her mouth and pushing her fingers deep into my wet tunnel. I moaned at the stimulation. "Bite me!" I gasped through clenched teeth. Bianca hesitated, then I felt her begin to nip my clitoris. "Harder!" I nearly screamed as she obeyed, her teeth clamping down hard on my sensitive organ. Blood rushed to my head as the angle of the jet pitched back, and I was overcome with dizziness, pleasure and pain. Her fingers plunged in and out of me as she bit down, the mix of conflicting sensations that I loved so much reaching a crescendo in my loins. My eyes crossed and I gasped as I came, splashing Bianca with my juices. Her teeth left my clit as she tried to swallow the fluids I was releasing, her lips forming a seal over mine. As my body settled, she withdrew her mouth, her face shiny with my come, and gave my slit one last lick before climbing up the bed to lie her head on my shoulder.

I simply put my arm around her head and stroked her hair affectionately, still wallowing in my bliss. Her eyes fell on her clitoris, lying between my breasts where it had fallen, and she reached over and picked it up, studying the tiny piece of meat. "It's real. I've really had my clit cut off. It seems so unbelievable."

"Are you unhappy about it?" I asked.

"I have mixed feelings. I'm going to miss it, of course. But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasised about this a load of times. And it's what you wanted, which makes me kind of happy, too."

"Does it hurt much?"

"It's a pretty painful aching between my legs. But... I kind of like it. It keeps reminding me that you did it. You cut off my clitoris." She let out a giggle. "I like saying that. You cut off my clitoris."

I met her eyes as she looked up at me. "The pleasure was all mine."

Bianca noticed the amulet around my neck, then held her clit up to it, side by side. "Is that a...?"

I held it up and looked at it. "You remember the french girl from that video? It was hers. I encased it in resin."

She laughed. "And you just wear it around in public? That's daring."

"Well, it's not very easy to recognize, an indistinct pink object obscured by slightly cloudy material. You had to know the sort of thing I get up to and compare it to yours before you made the connection. And it means I get to take a little piece of her with me wherever I go."

"That's true." She lay her head back down on my shoulder and I stroked her hair. "Can we watch that video again?"

"Maybe when we get to Japan." A knock on the door interrupted us. Bianca sat back and pulled the sheets up as I got up and pulled on a silk robe. I motioned to her missing nipple. "Keep your breast hidden." Then pointed to where her clitoris lay on the bed. "And hide your clit too. I turned around and opened the door.

Paige, the stewardess, greeted me. "Good morning, Miss Love. We'll be ready to serve lunch in a couple of hours if it suits you. There's either chicken or fish."

My stomach growled at the thought. "I think chicken sounds ideal."

Paige nodded and looked at Bianca, who was sitting nervously in the bed, clearly naked as she held the sheets to her chest. "And for you miss?"

Bianca looked like a deer in headlights. She smiled, awkwardly opening her lips while keeping her teeth clenched together. "I'll have the chicken too, thanks." I gave her a puzzled look.

"Certainly," Paige replied. "and would you like anything to drink?"

"Just a coke would be fine." Bianca was blushing red and continuing to talk through clenched teeth.

"Coke for both of us." I motioned to Paige and she nodded and took her leave with our order. I looked back at Bianca. "What on earth...?"

She reached into her mouth and took out her clitoris. "You said to hide it..."

I let out a laugh. "So you hid it in your mouth?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time. I won't get a chance to suck on my own clitoris again" Bianca blushed harder. "I can't believe she saw me naked in your bed. She probably thinks I'm such a slut."

I disrobed and joined her back under the covers. "Paige knows my preferences. Not for torture, but for pretty girls. I pay my staff for discretion." I took the clitoris from her fingers. "We should probably do something with this though."

"I'd like to see you eat it." Bianca echoed my words from the previous day. Our eyes met as I slowly put the little piece of raw flesh in my mouth and started to chew. I felt it squash and come apart between my teeth before swallowing the sexy meat. Bianca just stared at me, enjoying the display."What does it taste like? Eating a girl's pussy cooked?"

"It's unlike anything else. It's like a good meal and oral sex at the same time. It tastes like meat, but there's always the knowledge that you're consuming a part of their body, making it a part of yours..." I looked at Bianca. "It's been a while since I've eaten one. By the end of tonight, I was originally planning to have your fried pussy for dinner with a nice Merlot."

"You sure know how to sweet talk a girl."

I chuckled. "I think you're the first girl that particular pick up line has ever worked on."

Bianca took my hand and placed it between her legs. "It works really well though. As far as I'm concerned, you own my pussy. Whether you want to play with it or fry it up for a late night snack, it's yours to do with as you please."

"That's a bold claim. Maybe I'll have you sit on a grill until it's nice and sizzling, then get down between your legs and eat you out..." I leaned over and blew in her ear, causing her to shiver "...literally."

"I'll enjoy every bite you take." Bianca put her fingers to my lips, prompting me to kiss them in response. "I've never met anyone like you before."

I smiled. "I'm glad. There'd be less of you for me to enjoy if you had." Bianca laughed at my comment. "I think I'd better start pacing myself though." I stroked my hand between her legs, causing her to gasp. "I want to enjoy you for as long as possible. If I keep going at this rate, you won't have anything left by the end of our trip." I began to move down her body, scratching her stomach lightly with my nails, exposing her nudity to the cabin as I pushed back the sheets with my butt. She had a look of shocked innocence on her face that lit a fire inside me as I came level with her clitless mound. She pressed her lips together, trying to stifle a moan as I opened my mouth and proceeded to gently blow on her pussy.

Bianca let out a groan. "Do you... do you think I can still come without my clitoris?"

"I aim to find out." I extended my tongue and dragged it up her dampening labia, before putting it at her entrance and wiggling it inside. She moaned again as I savoured her taste, pushing my lips against her pelvis and reveling in the sweet juice that began to dribble slowly into my mouth. I explored the contours of her channel with my tongue and had to put my arms around her thighs to stop her from bucking. Eventually I had to stop for air, so I replaced my mouth with two of my fingers and put my lips around her clitoral hood, chewing on it viciously. I poked the stump of her former clit with my tongue, causing her to clasp her hands to her mouth to muffle a scream. I spent some time rubbing my fingers inside her, and then another bite on that tender area and she was climaxing, her come flowing out of her like a dam had burst. I hurriedly put my lips back over her pussy, forming a seal around it and drinking the fluid like it was ambrosia.

She gasped beside me as I collapsed on the bed. "I didn't think I'd be able to have orgasms anymore."

"It helps that you get off on pain. You might find it more difficult though, as you lose more of your bits."

She gave me a naughty smile. "Which bit will it be next? My other nipple?"

I looked at her unmarked breast. "No, I want that one to have a nipple when I cut it off. Your entire breast, whole and complete... sitting on a silver platter waiting to be cooked and eaten. As for what comes off next, when it eventually happens..." I leaned in and gave her a kiss, which she returned eagerly. "That will be a surprise for both of us."




I lay back, covered in sweat, and took a piece of sushi, popping it in my mouth. We were approaching the end of the flight, and I had allowed Paige to bring our dinner right in the middle of our lovemaking, much to Bianca's complete embarrassment. She had left it on the table by the bed and walked out as though we had been merely been chatting about fashion, instead of me trying to see how far inside Bianca I could reach with my tongue. I didn't think it had been possible for Bianca to turn any redder.

I finished chewing and looked at her. I had covered her naked body in sushi and was using her as a platter for our meal, with instructions to lie there and not move. I took another piece and dipped it into the soy sauce pooling in her belly button, before holding it to her mouth. She took the offering and chewed it happily. "You know, we still don't know much about each other. Our most intimate fetishes, sure, but I'm still wondering what you were doing hitchhiking along the coast." A look of sadness crossed her face and I stroked her hair. "Sorry, if you don't want to tell me you don't have to..."

"No, no. I want to, it just involves some unpleasant memories." I took another piece from between her breasts and popped it in my mouth. "I went to high school with this girl, Cristiana. We were never really friends. She was popular and gorgeous, and I was kind of a geek. She seemed to enjoy making my days miserable."

I finished chewing and swallowed. "I dislike her already."

"I always used to admire the girls I went to school with. I admired their figures and their faces, in the changing rooms I would try to sneak glances at their breasts or pussies. I told myself I was just trying to compare them to mine but the truth was that every time I saw them, I got excited. I would think about them in bed at night while I explored myself. I finally came to admit I was very attracted to girls."

I took a piece of tempura and held her pussy open. Bianca gasped as I pushed it into her, coating it in her own natural sauce. "Mmm, what's not to like?"

Bianca moaned. "That's going to make it very difficult to tell you my story. Do you want to have sex instead? I can finish telling your later."

"Uh-uh. Story." I grinned at her sheepishly at I wolfed down the tasty tempura. "Sex later."

She smiled. "Cristiana started to get wise to my preferences. I think she must have noticed me looking at her. She started calling attention to it. Spreading rumours about who I was making out with, making sure everyone knew to be wary around me, like I was going to suddenly rape them or something." Her expression reminded me of how she looked when it was screwed up in pain and I feel my loins stir at the memory. I cleared my mind and concentrated on listening to her. "It was hell. I denied it whenever I could, but of course that didn't help." She sighed. "We eventually graduated and as it turned out we got into the same college in Venice, much to my horror. I went to the other side of the country and she was still a blight on my life. I already told you I was taking a course in software development; I was doing what I wanted to do, and I was also further away from home, which allowed me to start meeting other girls who liked girls. I finally hooked up at a party one night."

Distracted again, I squealed. "Ooh, details! What was her name, the girl who popped your cherry?" I giggled wickedly as Bianca blushed slightly at my comment.

"Sara. We went upstairs to one of the rooms and started to really get into each other, if you know what I mean." She gave me a sly grin.

I returned her naughty look. "You can show me later. Back to the story."

"It was just a one night stand. Unfortunately one of Cristiana's friends was at the party, Nicola. She and Cristiana had been friends through high school. She had no friends until she met Cristiana, so she was always doing what Cristiana told her to. She sneaked into the bedroom and got some picture of me and Sara in a very compromising position." I simply lay there waiting for her to continue. "Cristiana did the worst thing she could have done with them. When Nicola sent her the pictures, she posted them on my facebook page. She must have stolen my password somehow. I have a younger sister, Sofia, who saw them. Shes only 10, and she showed my mother, who showed my father, both of whom are are religious fundamentalists. It didn't go down well."

I held her hand. "I think I see where this is going."

"Yeah. I went home, but my parents wanted nothing to do with me. They said I was no longer welcome under their roof. My father was so angry I thought he was going to kill me. Honestly though, getting out of that house feels like a burden has been lifted. I was always trying to be the perfect daughter, never allowing myself to be me. I can live with that. What really breaks my heart is Sofia. They said I can't ever see her again, afraid I'll corrupt her or something. Sofia and I were inseparable when we were growing up, she always looked up to me. I managed to see her just once before I left and she was in tears because she thought this was all her fault since she said something about it to my parents. I told her it wasn't, but she was inconsolable." Bianca was silent for a moment as she looked at the clouds outside the window. "I really miss her..."

I wiped her eyes and kissed her. "You'll see her again, I promise. One day she'll no longer be a minor and she can make her own decisions about who she keeps in her life." I took another piece of sushi from her body and fed it to her.

"Thank you." Bianca giggled halfheartedly. "Anyway, that's enough about me and my depressing drama. What about you? How did your parents react when you came out to them? Assuming you have."

I smiled and set my eyes on the piece of sushi covering Bianca's nipple. Leaning over her I took the entire piece in my mouth, biting down on the nipple underneath it. Bianca squealed as I pulled my head up, stretching her tit and licking the piece of flesh trapped between my teeth. I let it go, enjoying the sight of it snapping back into place with a wobble, and lay back, finishing my mouthful before continuing.

"My parents are dead." Bianca's face turned to one of horror and I laughed. "Don't worry about it, it happened a long time ago. My mother died when I was 16, some sort of heart failure. A week later my father went to his study and put his shotgun in his mouth. We weren't very close, so it didn't really bother me when he died. I missed my mother for a time though."

I suddenly felt like I was suffocating, like the walls of the plane were getting tighter. I quickly reached over to my purse and took out my pills. Bianca watched as I popped one in my mouth and washed it down with some water. "What are those?"

"Just my meds. I see a shrink, and he prescribed them. For anxiety, and... other things." I gave the bottle a little shake. "I've had some mental issues in the past. Breakdowns and blackouts. I'm a bit of a basket case, if you haven't noticed."

She smiled at me. "I can't see anything wrong from where I am. How much do you tell him about yourself?"

"Nothing that would allow him to break confidentiality."

Bianca picked up the bottle and looked at it. "Hang on, this says you prescribed them. You're a doctor?"

I winced. "I have a medical license. I don't like to tell people. It was expected as the head of a company specialising in medical science I would at least have some understanding of what we're doing. We also have a few hospitals, but I don't practice. It allows me to refill my own prescriptions without seeing my shrink every time though." Bianca was trying to suppress a laugh. "What?"

"Dr. Love." She had a grin from ear to ear. "It sounds like the name of a relationship advice columnist." She laughed at the expression on my face, trying not to let the remaining sushi adorning her body fall off. "Paging Dr. Love, you're needed in reception!"

I glared at her, trying not to smile. "Thank you Bianca, that's why I don't like to tell anyone." I picked up a rice ball and stuffed it in her mouth, gagging her. "Chew on that until you stop laughing, or the two of us will be visiting surgery, not reception." She ate it, her giggling subsiding, while I finished the few pieces still left on her stomach. I was glad that she was enjoying herself again after her painful recollection earlier.

I licked the last few pieces of rice from my fingers and got up off the bed. "We should shower and clean up. We'll be landing in Tokyo soon." I held out a hand to Bianca and her eyes lit up as she took it. "It'll be late afternoon when we land, so we'll go to my place and get some rest. Then tomorrow morning we can go to the lab and I'll find out what was so urgent I had to drop everything and come halfway around the world to see it."

I opened my eyes to a traditional Japanese painting adorning a paper wall. Yawning, I looked down at Bianca. She was snuggled up in the crook of my arm again, so I gently extricated myself from her, causing a moan of displeasure to escape from her lips. We had been met by a driver after we landed, who had taken us to my local penthouse apartment overlooking Tokyo. Jet lag and excessive fucking on the plane had worn the two of us out, so we had gone straight to bed and I had slept like the dead.

I got up and pulled on a robe as I walked over to my laptop. Checking my email, I confirmed that Celeste had already arrived and arranged to meet me at the lab this morning. I returned to the bed and began to lightly tickle Bianca's sensitive waist. "Time to get up, love." Bianca didn't open her eyes, but she stifled a giggle as goosebumps spread across her ivory skin, brought on by my nails' light scratching. I reached down between her legs and smacked her pussy, causing her to inhale deeply and clutch her damaged sex, whimpering. "Still sore?"

"It's always a constant throbbing pain, but when I move or, well, someone smacks it, it really hurts." A tear shed from her eye.

I stroked her hair affectionately. "Do you regret letting me cut it off?"

She shook her head. "I'd let you do it again in a heartbeat."

I gave her a peck on the cheek. "I'll make us a quick breakfast. Just a bit of rice before we go."

"Rice for breakfast?"

"It's pretty common here. I'll get us something else later, when we have time. Get dressed and get ready to eat, I have an appointment soon and you're coming with me."

She pouted. "But I'm wounded. Don't clitless girls get to sleep in?"

"No, and neither do the ones that still have them. You've got two more minutes and then I'm getting my whip to flay you out of bed."

Bianca made an undignified face, but while I cooked up some rice and miso soup, she made her way out of bed and into the shower. I was tempted to join her, but restrained myself. I didn't want to get sidetracked today, although the little minx made it difficult as she softly hummed to herself. I had been feeling like I was on cloud nine since she confessed to me.

As I finished preparing the meal, she came into the kitchen, limping slightly as she walked and wearing some new clothes I had laid out for her. "How come you have clothes in my size?"

I dished out her meal. "I had someone buy them yesterday and drop them off."

"You say that so casually. You're very used to people doing what you tell them."

I stepped behind her as she sat down, pushing her chair in behind her, then I reached around and pinching her sole nipple through her shirt, eliciting a gasp. "Yes, I like being in control. I like knowing that I could tell you to do anything, even cut your own tits off... and you'd do it, wouldn't you?"

Bianca panted as I squeezed, enjoying my roughness. "Yes, I would."

I let go of her nipple and stroked her head. "That makes you more precious to me than anyone." She looked delighted at my remark, and started on her meal. She finished it while I got dressed, and I stepped onto the elevator with her eagerly in tow as we left the apartment.

The car pulled up to the building entrance and I opened the door. Squinting as the sun reflected off the glass in front of us, Bianca followed me out of the car before it drove off. Celeste was waiting, and stepped up to greet me with a handshake. "Ma'am, welcome back to Japan. Hope you had a nice flight." She raised a questioning eyebrow at Bianca.

"Celeste, this is Bianca, someone I met in Italy. We've become very good friends." I left the unspoken words hang in the air.

Celeste winked. "Say no more. It's a pleasure to meet you, Bianca." She held out her hand and Bianca shook it, then she turned back to me. "Hirimoto has asked me to escort you to his department." She gestured to the Japanese girl she was with. "This is Himiko Saeki, one of Hirimoto's lab assistants. I've asked her what he wants to show you, but she says she has no idea. Apparently he's not the most forthcoming person even with his own staff. He's had them relegated to unrelated projects since his email."

Himiko bowed and gave me a shy Japanese greeting. My eyes flicked impulsively to her chest, just for a second. Her breasts were unusually large for a Japanese girl. I started to imagine what they looked like naked, and then stopped. I didn't like to let myself get too careless around staff unless I paid them for discretion. I didn't want any legal complications. Fortunately she didn't notice as she was already leading us into the building. I followed, with Celeste alongside and Bianca continuing to silently trail behind me, managing to do a superb job of walking normally.

Celeste's finger hovered over the top button as we stepped onto the elevator. "Did you want to stop by your office first?"

"No, take me straight to Hirimoto's lab. I've had enough of this cloak and dagger bullshit. I don't like being out of the loop." She nodded and hit one of the upper buttons. "Can you have someone take Bianca to my office, though?"

Bianca looked at me questioningly. "You don't want me with you?"

"Just while I meet Hirimoto." I replied, "I'll come and see you there afterwards."

Celeste cleared her throat. "If you like, ma'am, I could have Himiko-san give her a tour of the facilities. That would be more interesting than sitting alone in an office."

I saw the curious look on Bianca's face. "Fine. Himiko-san, please show her around anywhere that isn't high security. I'll have Celeste come and find you both when I'm done." Himiko bowed gracefully, accepting my instructions, and my eyes were drawn to her cleavage again. I checked myself as the elevator dinged for my floor and Celeste and I stepped off, leaving Bianca and Himiko behind as the door closed.

Following Celeste into the lab, I saw Hirimoto working at a computer, a tiny, wizened old man surrounded by various pieces of complex-looking robotics equipment. "Kenta!" I familiarly called him by his first name. He never seemed to mind. "What the fuck am I doing here?" I gave him a half-hearted glare. "You'd better have something good to show me."

He looked up at me and gave me a grin as wide as his head. "Good morning, Annabel-san. Good to see you! It is up to you whether it is good or bad. Our research has had a result I could never have predicted." He paused, looking at Celeste with a frown, and I gave her a nod indicating she could go. Having a seat by his workstation, he brought up a diagram of a nanite once we were alone. "These machines, very simple devices. They are small enough to be injected into a human body, but as a result they have no moving parts, all we've managed to get them to do is talk to each other."

I sighed, distractedly picking up a pen from the table. "I know this much. I was hoping you'd called me here to tell me we'd gotten past this stage."

He shook his head. "We're working on it, but we're at least three years from even getting them to connect two pieces of cut tissue together, let alone replacing damaged cells. Maybe if we had access to some of our competitors' research we could cut down the time, but..." He scowled. "You are letting me get sidetracked. This has nothing to do with the complexity of the machines, Annabel-san. They network, which allows them to coordinate where they need to go, what they need to do. They are also designed to be able to receive and transmit electrical signals from a spot on their hull, to allow multiple nanites to form together and communicate, like plugging an electronic device into a computer port." He pointed to the diagram, but he didn't need to. It didn't look very different to the ones I'd already seen and studied. I waiting for him to get to his point. "I discovered something quite by accident last week. The machines can latch on to tissue, we designed them to do this in order to be able to repair it in future. But when some attached to a brain, the conductive component began to intercept the electrical signals running through it."

I sat there in silence for a moment, twirling the pen and trying to understand what he was saying. "so... what? You detected brain activity with them? Like an MRI?"

He shook his head. "More than just an MRI. Enough nanites and I was able to map every electrical signal the test brain put out. I had it send the information across the nanite network into the computer. Every thought it processed."

I stopped and looked at him. "Are you telling me these things can read minds?"

He frowned, waving his hands in a vague gesture. "That is not exactly true. The data they get is untranslatable, gibberish. We don't know exactly what each signal in a brain means, so we can't translate it into machine code." He smiled. "But then I thought about the scribes of past times. Many of them were illiterate, you know. But they faithfully reproduced many great works, despite not having an inkling of what they contained. I thought to myself, 'What if we had something to translate at the other end? Something that could speak the language of a brain? That the nanites could transmit the signal to wirelessly and convert the data back into information identical to the original.'" I watched him as he sat there, a glimmer of pure joy sparkling in his eyes. "Another brain, of course. The nanites are a bridge! They don't need to translate anything to show up as words on a computer screen. They just read the message at one end, and then write it down at the other, exactly the same as it was!"

"You're talking about computer assisted telepathy?" I simply stared at him incredulously for a moment. "This sounds like science fiction."

"I thought so too. I mean, there's no way to test it on the rats we use, how would I know if a rat was communicating telepathically with another rat? I don't speak rat." He shrugged. "I suppose I could have gotten something smarter, monkeys perhaps." He scowled. "It would have taken too long. My assistant, Himiko-san. I tested them on her."

The pen dropped to the floor with a clatter. "You what?!"

He held his hands up defensively. "I needed to find out. It was the fastest way." He looked at me, annoyed that he should have to explain himself. "She has no idea. I slipped some of the machines into her tea, programmed to travel to her brain and attach themselves. Then I did the same to myself."

He paused and lifted a small square suitcase onto the table and opened it. "I built this," he said as he pulled out a small half circle. "It's a headset. It handles the relay of information from the subject to the recipient." He grinned again. "I've been using it for a week with no adverse effects. If I put this on, I can see and hear everything that Himiko-san sees or hears."

"And she really has no idea?"

He frowned. "No... there is an odd effect when the device is in use. The subject has no idea that someone is in their head, but... the recipient doesn't know either."

"I don't understand."

"When I was in Himiko-san's head... I forgot myself. I had no identity, there was just her. The nanites take over everything. When the headset was off, I remembered it all, but while it was on, it was like being her. I'm sure I can fix this... I just need the right software controlling the bridge."

"I'm afraid I don't follow. What exactly do you mean when you say you forgot yourself? Like amnesia?"

He waved away my comment. "No. It is hard to explain." He handed me a vial. "I prepared these. I thought the best way to convince you would be for you to experience it for yourself." I looked at him like he was handing me poison, and he laughed. "I told you, no adverse effects after a week of use. These nanites break down after a few days, your body will pass them naturally, just drink a lot of fluids."

A week was hardly an adequate trial, but I was tempted. More than tempted. The possibilities here were too good to pass up, but if anyone ever saw into my head... "No one knows about these?"

He smiled. "No. As soon as I discovered it, I locked down the lab. My staff is very unhappy that I would not tell them why, but who cares what they think." He gave me an exasperated gesture. "They are all idiots. Do only what I tell them. Replaceable."

I made up my mind and popped the cap off the vial. Throwing caution and common sense to the wind, I leaned my head back and swallowed the fluid. Hirimoto smiled and passed me the suitcase. "Go somewhere you won't be disturbed and put this on. There is a program on the flash drive that will allow you to control the connection." He looked me in the eye. "You will not be disappointed, I think, Miss Love."

I sat down in my office with my laptop in front of me and plugged in the flash drive. Booting up the program I familiarized myself with the controls before putting the headset in place behind my ears. My cursor hovered over the connect button. It crossed my mind that I must be insane to be doing this. I had a bunch of untested machines attaching themselves to my brain and I was about to mind-meld with some unsuspecting lab assistant. Oh, there were so many ways this could go wrong. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and clicked.


I opened my eyes. Reaching over to the toilet paper I took some and gently pulled off a couple of squares, using them to dry myself before I stood up and flushed. I quickly pulled up my panties and straightened my skirt. Stepping out of the cubicle, I wondered if Love-san and Hirimoto-sensei were going to be long. I had already showed Bianca-san the labs, and was about to show her the factory floor, but after that I was going to run out of low-security areas that I was sure I could show her.

I washed my hands in the sink and dried them. I turned to leave when the curve of my bust caught my eye. I turned sideways and thrust them out, admiring my profile in the mirror. I was very proud of my breasts. They turned many heads once they had sprung out during puberty, and caused many glares of jealousy from the girls I had gone to school with.

I reached up and squeezed them through the bra, surprised by how aroused I suddenly was. I had never gotten so turned on by just touching my own breasts before. Looking around to make sure I was the only one in here, I decided to just take a quick peek. I wasn't sure why, I saw them every day after all, but right then I had an overwhelming urge to look at them. I started to unbutton my blouse. Opening it, I unsnapped my bra and slipped it off under my sleeves, exposing my lovely pale orbs. I simply stared at my exposed chest in the mirror, enjoying the view, and reached up again to squeeze one of them, biting my lip in pleasure as my hand kneaded the soft flesh.

There was a knock a the door. Bianca called out to me. "Himiko? Are you nearly done?" I panicked at the thought of being caught, and hurriedly buttoned up my blouse. There was no time to don my bra, and I hoped no one would notice. I would have to put it back on discreetly when I had a moment. I stuffed it hastily into my skirt pocket.

I washed my hands quickly and stepped out of the bathroom. "Forgive me, Bianca-san." I gestured down the hall as we continued the tour. "This way is the factory floor. It is where we produce the hardware for the company's products." I led her through the double doors and into the main room. We were on a walkway overlooking the industrial machines, workers rushing around focused on keeping the production line running.

"Real large-scale operation you've got here." Bianca looked out across the floor with interest.

I pointed to a door at the end of the walkway. "Through there is the control room. I will show you." I reached into my pocket to grab my key card, and as I pulled it out, I heard a small noise and saw Bianca look at the ground in surprise. I followed her gaze and felt horror grip me as I saw my bra lying on the walkway, having fallen out when I retrieved my keycard. I felt my face turn bright red. Stammering apologies to Bianca, I stepped forward hastily, trying to pick it up, but to my continued horror I clumsily kicked it with my toe before my fingers could close around it. My heart sank as it fell, landing on a large press that formed steel casings for the spray cans we produced.

I closed my eyes in shame. "Please forgive me, Bianca-san. I can explain."

"Oh no, that's quite alright. I'm sure it's none of my business." She was almost as embarrassed as I was, looking off in the opposite direction.

I looked around the factory floor. No one had noticed my bra yet. If the workers found it my humiliation would be complete. "Please wait here, I will be right back." I quickly hurried down the stairs to the floor. No one was near the machine where my bra lay. I stepped over to it. It was about waist high, a number of openings in the top, and my bra lay on the frame on the far side.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching. Stepping over the yellow and black hazard line, I pressed my hips up against the machine and leaned over the top, reaching for bra. It was just further than my hands width away. I stretched my body forward, trying to get a grip on it, my fingers brushing the cup, and felt my braless breasts hang down in a gap in the machine below me. It suddenly occurred to me that this was a very bad idea. Maybe I should...

A klaxon sounded and a red light on the wall in front of me lit. Oh god. I felt a vibration in the machine below me, and suddenly a shooting pain shot through my breasts as the mechanism moved, crushing them between the steel plates. I couldn't breath for a moment, but then I let out an agonised scream, my feet scrabbling against the device fruitlessly as I tried to push myself away, but I was trapped by my breasts! Floor workers were running up, and I managed to stop screaming long enough to beg them for help. "Please! Turn it off!"

I heard the manager yelling. "Hit the kill switch!" But then the machine moved again, downwards, and I was pulled against the frame. My face was pressed up against the metal and I let out a renewed scream as I felt an incredible pain in my chest. I felt my breasts being stretched further than they ever had, and then blinding agony took my breath away as I heard a wet ripping sound in front of me. I tried to scream, but no sound came from my mouth as something splashed my face, then suddenly I was released from the machine, pushing myself up. My chest was a beacon of white hot agony and I fell backwards into the arms of my colleagues.

"Oh my god..." The concern in the manager's voice gripped me with fear. I forced myself to look at my breasts. At where they had been. A wave of nausea joined the pain and dizziness as I laid eyes on the bloody ruins of my chest. This couldn't be happening! My breasts had been torn off! I prayed for it not to be true, unable to speak as I fruitlessly waved my hands over the empty space where there should have been a pair of soft pale mounds. Instead, all I could see were the exposed muscles of my chest vibrating with my ragged breathing, through a hole torn in my bloodstained blouse.

I couldn't hear what my colleagues were saying to me anymore. Something about holding on, as a man rushed up and sprayed a can of our sealant across my wounds. It was all getting fuzzy. All I could think of was wondering where my tits had gone. I wanted to rush over to the press and find them, place them back on my body where they belonged, but I didn't have the strength, my arms getting heavy. Where were my breasts?

And then I didn't see anything else.


I leapt out of my chair, gasping. My hands flew to my chest, and I was shocked to feel them clasp my boobs, squeezing in disbelief that they were there. It had felt so real. I had thought my own breasts had been torn off! I quickly undid my blouse and pulled on my bra, looking inside it. Yes, they were definitely still there. Had it been some sort of hallucination?

My desk phone buzzed with on an internal line and I picked it up. Celeste's voice sounded on the other end. "Miss Love? You'd better come down to the factory floor right away. There's been an accident."

I gripped the receiver tightly. "Was anyone hurt?"

"Yes. Himiko has been injured. I don't know how bad it is. I've already called for an ambulance."

"I'll be right there." I locked my laptop and dropped the nanite headset on the desk. Not a hallucination then. I had been there. Inside her head. Not only that, I had wanted to see her breasts in the bathroom, and she had taken off her top and felt herself up. Unless she was as much of a pervert as I was, and from her employee profile I doubted she was, then this device did more than just let send out impulses from a person's brain.

It also sent them back in.

I quickly made my way downstairs and found Celeste, pacing frantically. "Annabel, ma'am, I don't know how it happened, but Himiko was leaning over one of the factory machines while it was running. She got her..." Celeste gestured to her own chest "...well, her breasts caught in the mechanism." She swallowed. "It... it just ripped them right off her chest."

As if I hadn't known. "Is she going to be okay?"

"I don't know. One of the guys got some first aid stuff and stopped the bleeding, but jesus... she had her tits torn off, of all things. I can't even begin to imagine what that felt like." She held her own breasts sympathetically. "They were really nice tits, too."

I knew very well what it felt like, and I had enjoyed it immensely. We approached the scene, people crowding around, but they saw me coming and made their way back to their stations. "Celeste, the ambulance should be here very soon. Can you follow it to the hospital? I want you to keep me informed of her condition." I knelt down by Himiko's unconscious form, staring at the destruction her body had suffered. The sealant had stopped the bleeding, but it had not been a clean separation, and strips of flesh and fat were still hanging from the bloody craters that had been left behind. I checked her pulse and breathing. It was faint, but steady. I didn't think she was in any immediate danger, and had just fainted from the shock and pain of losing her tits.

We were distracted by the sounds of sirens outside, and then the paramedics burst in. They were efficient, checking her vitals as I had and loading her onto a stretcher, and then they were gone. I called the manager over to me. "Kawamura, I want this place cleared out. Send everyone home for the day, full pay. Everyone has had a shock and we all need to take some time to collect ourselves and pick up the pieces. I'll take care of getting some cleaners in here to..." I gestured at the puddle of Himiko's blood. "...well, to clean up."

"Thank you, Love-san, I will do as you say." He looked crestfallen. "I assume full responsibility for this accident. I should have been more attentive." He gave me a low bow of apology.

"Don't worry about that for now. Bianca was with Himiko-san, I'll get her to fill me in on what happened. Just go home and relax for tonight, if you can. We'll talk in the morning." I felt a pang of guilt. Kawamura was a good manager, and it hadn't been his fault Himiko had foolishly lowered her breasts into those steel jaws, and I resolved to let him know that he had not been responsible as soon as I could believably have learned what had happened.

I went and stood by Bianca as the staff filed out, chatting excitedly amongst themselves. At a glance she looked like she was in shock, but I saw her pressing her legs together and knew it was something else entirely. "Quite a show." I murmured to her under my breath.

She reached up and squeezed her undamaged breast. "I just saw a girl get her tits ripped off." She looked up at me. "I mean, I hope she's okay, but that was fucking hot! I kind of want to go down and stick my own boobs in there."

I nodded. "You're telling me. come this way." I led her over to the control room the two of them had originally been heading to, swiping my access card to allow me inside. Stepping over to the computers, I entered my code and deactivated the security cameras. Bianca tagged along behind me as I made my way back out and down the stairs.

"You probably want to know what happened." Bianca said, with a slight questioning tone.

"Let me guess, she dropped her bra and was too embarrassed to follow standard safety procedures, so she climbed onto a dangerous machine, exposing her breasts to the hazardous machinery that lay within. Does that about sum it up?"

Bianca stared at me incredulously. "How the hell did you know that?"

"Hirimoto's discovery. It allows me to read minds. I was inside her head the whole time. I saw and felt everything." She looked at me like I was crazy. "I'll explain everything later, but for now just take my word for it. Everything that just happened to Himiko, happened to me as well." I approached the press, making certain the workmen had cut the power to it.

"No shit?" Bianca watched as I went around the side of the press and took off a cover. I reached inside and felt around. "Are you sure you should be sticking your arm in there?" Bianca looked at me with concern.

"Don't worry, it's been shut down. There's no way it can possibly harm me, and no, those are not famous last words. It really is impossible." I smiled as my hand closed on something soft. "Besides..." I withdrew my arm and showed Bianca what I held. "I thought you might like to see this." She gasped. In my hand was one of Himiko's breasts.

"Oh my god." Bianca approached me, her eyes fixed on the tit. "I can't believe it. I didn't think there would be anything left! I'm really looking at a severed breast! I never thought I would... Can I hold it?"

I laughed, passing her the wobbling pound of meat and watched as she marveled at the soft body part, making it jiggle in her hands before turning it over and looking at the exposed fatty insides of the female organ. I reached back into the machine to see if I could find the other one. "The mechanism didn't squash the breasts completely, just hard enough to trap them between the plates. Then it turned in such away that it pulled them a certain distance, and Himiko's torso couldn't follow. It just ripped them off."

"Fuck me, and you felt the whole thing? What was it like?" She flicked the nipple a couple of times before taking it in her mouth and suckling on the detached tit in her hands. She was clearly enjoying herself as she bit and chewed on the cold flesh.

"I didn't just feel it." I managed to get a grip on the other one by what felt like the nipple. "Hirimoto's device causes the user to forget their identity. I thought I was Himiko. I really thought my breasts had been torn off." I carefully extracted the second tit from inside the machine and held it up my the nipple, dangling it in front of Bianca as she sucked on its twin with a massive smile on her face. "Even though I was Himiko, and felt her terror, part of me, the real me, was thrilled to have my tits torn off. I wouldn't mind doing it again someday."

She pulled it from her lips with a soft pop. "What will we do with them?"

"They're a bit scratched up and greasy, but otherwise intact. I hate to waste a lovely pair of tits. I'm thinking dinner. Feel like some Asian cuisine tonight?"

Her eyes widened. "Seriously? Oh my god, I'm going to get to eat a girl's breast?" Her eyes glazed over as she imagined it. I was going to enjoy watching her first time dining on the sexual parts of another woman. One never forgets her first time... I wistfully remembered my own. I had been so nervous. "Hang on..." Bianca brought me out of my reverie. "Won't anyone wonder what happened to them?"

"No. I'll call in a third party to clean up the mess. They won't get any details of what happened, so they won't expect to find a pair of tits in the machine, and everyone else will assume the cleaning company disposed of them as medical waste. Couldn't be simpler." Bianca just grinned again and went back to sucking on the breast in her hands. I picked up a nearby container and laid a few towels from the medical kit inside. Placing the severed breast I held within it, I held the box out to Bianca for the one she was playing with. She dropped it next to its twin with a wobble, and I placed a lid over them, sealing the container for the ride home. "Let's go. I'll make an appointment with the cleaners on the way, and have an engineer meet them in the factory. They'll probably have to dismantle the whole thing."

With that, we left the building and had my driver meet us out front. Bianca carried the container with Himiko's tits in it, holding it tightly against her own chest with a wide smile on her face like all her birthdays had come at once.

I placed the severed breast on the grill with a loud sizzle. Bianca was in front of the sink, washing off Himiko's other mound of all the grease that it had picked up from the press at the factory. She threw herself into the task, massaging the sexy piece of meat with enthusiasm. When she was satisfied it was clean, she handed it to me and I placed it next to the first with another sizzle of frying flesh. I always liked being naked when I cooked girl meat, and I felt the heat of the flames on my own tits as the pair in front of me cooked.

I showed her every step I took to make the organs edible, injecting them with my own special sauces for flavour, stuffing to help them retain their shape, and jabbing the darkening skin with a fork to see if the insides were cooking properly. A puff of steam that came out when the skin broke was evidence they were ready, and I dished one each onto plates for us, along with some roasted vegetables.

Bianca was already sitting at the table, also wearing nothing but a smile and ready to get stuck in, and I placed her plate in front of her before taking my seat. She looked in awe at the golden brown Asian breast in the centre of her plate, still capped with a now slightly crispy nipple. "I love rice, I do, but this is what I call a meal." She picked up her knife and fork and took a slice from the edge, enjoying the delicious smell. She put the morsel in her mouth and I interlocked my fingers, resting my chin on them as I watched in pleasure, my own meal ignored for the moment. Bianca ate it slowly, her first experience of eating a girl's cooked meat.

The sight aroused me. I sat back and put my hand between my legs, rubbing myself gently. "How does Himiko taste?"

"Amazing." Bianca cut off another piece of tit and speared it on the fork along with a chunk of potato. "You said a pussy tastes even better than this?"

I smiled. "Breasts require a lot of prep work. Vaginas are much easier. The meat between our legs is better quality." Bianca started, glancing down at her own sex at my reminder that she also had the ingredients for a delicious meal, should I decide to harvest them. She grinned and spread her legs wide, exposing her sexy little cunt to my gaze through the glass table and put the second piece of meat in her mouth, chewing blissfully. I took up my knife and fork, and started as I usually did by slicing off the nipple. Himiko's flavour hit me as I bit into it, savouring the texture for a moment before munching on it and swallowing, making it a part of myself as I had done to so many before it.

Bianca looked into the distance thoughtfully, finishing her mouthful before speaking. "I wish we had her pussy here as well. I would have loved to taste it."

I shook my head. "I generally don't go near my employees, or anyone else within my social circles. Himiko's breasts are only on our menu because the opportunity presented itself."

"You tend to go after pretty hitchhikers you've never met before, huh?"

I admired her lovely naked figure, my eyes lingering on her missing nipple. Very pretty indeed. "Actually, if you're interested in tasting pussy, I have been thinking about that. I want to test Hirimoto's device again. I want to capture a girl, and get inside her head for longer. I'd like to experience more than just losing my breasts."

Bianca speared the nipple of her meal, slicing it from the mound in front of her and eating it slowly, letting out a moan of pleasure as she devoured it. "Mmmm... You're going to kidnap someone? Any ideas who?"

"Actually I've had someone in mind since our flight. Cristiana."

Bianca stopped and looked at me. "Really?"

"You said she was pretty, right? Well, it bothers me what she did to you. The idea of putting a girl like her in her place appeals to me." I stroked my foot up and down Bianca's leg gently, causing her to shiver. "Wouldn't you very much like to get some payback? Wouldn't you like to cut out her pussy while she watches? Make her wish she had never treated you so badly as you cook her body parts? Maybe even give her a taste of them?"

Bianca grinned and returned my foot play. "I thought you said not to go after anyone in your social circle?"

I replied with a smile as I took a sip of wine. "She's not part of my social circle. I've never met the girl."

We sat in silence for a moment, just eating our meal, until finally Bianca spoke up. "If that's what you want, then it's what I want too. Just tell me what I have to do."

I gave her a sultry look. "Let's finish our meal, I want to put on another of my home movies and ravage every inch of you while we watch it." She responded by excitedly digging back into the food on her plate, and I did the same.

Shifting the flowers I held, I knocked on the door. When a voice gave me permission to enter, I turned the handle and stepped in, Bianca following me. Himiko lay in the hospital bed smiling at me with tired eyes, her flat chest bandaged up thoroughly from the surgery. "Good morning Love-san. You did not have to come and visit me."

I put the flowers down in a space on the table in the room and pulled up an empty chair to the side of the bed, sitting down. "I wanted to see how you were doing, make sure you were being treated well. Is there anything I can get you?" A man sat opposite me by the window, probably her boyfriend or husband, holding her hand. He nodded at me in greeting.

Himiko looked embarrassed. "Please, Love-san, forgive me for causing such a terrible event at work. I have been very foolish. Bianca-san must have told you what I was doing to get myself in such a predicament."

I stopped her. "Please don't worry about work. You've suffered a terrible loss and I want you to know I don't hold you responsible for what happened. It was an accident, that's all. I want to to rest up and take the time you need to get your health back. I've had a word with the hospital director and he's going to give you first class treatment."

She looked like she was holding back tears. "Thank you Love-san, you are too kind, but I don't think I will be able to return to work." She sniffled sadly and motioned to her chest. "Everyone knows they are gone. I know they would talk about me." She looked at me questioningly. "Was there anything left?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so, anything that remained would have been too damaged to save, and had to be disposed of as biological waste." Her subdued demeanor returned and I took her free hand. "Himiko, you know what we were working on. Don't lose hope. I promise you this will only make us redouble our efforts to develop the nanites." I felt her squeeze my hand, as though she had a glimmer of hope. "If you don't want to return to the Japanese branch, you could always transfer. We're in the process of acquiring some new American labs that specialise in tissue growth. If you want to, when you're done recuperating there will always be an opening, wherever you want to go."

A small smile crept onto her face, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Do you think it's possible? Could I really get new breasts one day?"

"You'll be at the very top of the list once we have a working solution. I'm sure we'll make the necessary headway in the next few years."

Himiko wiped her eyes. "Thank you Love-san. Even if it is a small chance, you have given me something to hope for."

I reached into my purse and pulled out a card. "Here," I handed it to Himiko. "This is a counselor I know. She's very good. If you ever feel like you need to talk to someone, I'm sure she will be able to help you." Himiko thanked me as she took the card, and I stood up to leave. "I really must be going, I have a plane to catch. Take care of yourself Himiko, and feel better soon."

"Thank you Love-san. Perhaps I will ask to see your friend when I get out of the hospital." She smiled and Bianca gave her a little wave as we left. Himiko shyly returned it with one of her own.

Bianca glanced at me as we walked down the hallway. "I feel a little guilty. We ate her breasts and then acted so polite and understanding as we lied to her."

"Don't worry about it. They were dead meat as soon as they were separated from her body. The rest is just sentimentality. She'll be okay. She'll heal up, her life will go on, and she might even get a brand new pair if we can get over the wall that's holding up our R&D division."

"You think she'll see that counselor?

I thought about it and beamed excitedly. "Maybe. In any case I'm going to bug that office. The next best thing to taking a girls tits from her is hearing her talk about it."

We landed at Marco Polo Airport in Venice after taking my plane back to Italy. It had been the second long flight in a week and there was a third one scheduled again soon. I wanted to get set up at our hotel before jetlag kicked in, so we caught a taxi to the edge of Venice. From there we walked to our hotel, enjoying the sights as I dragged a simple wheeled suitcase behind me.

The lobby was a fancy affair, and I noticed Bianca glancing around in awe at the marble columns. I stepped up to the reception desk with her trailing a short distance behind me. She was starting to remind me of a cute little puppy. The image caused me to giggle to myself. I tapped the bell and the receptionist came out of the office with a smile.

"Checking in, my name is Annabel Love. My sister and I have a reservation."

She tapped away at her computer. "Here we go Miss Love, suite 310, an especially lovely one." She handed me an electronic card. "A queen and a single." I thanked her and made my way to the lifts.

"Sister?" Bianca looked at me with a smirk.

"I'm too young to have a daughter your age, and I always wanted a sister growing up. Alas, it never came to be." I grinned back at her as the elevator doors closed. "Would you prefer I introduced you as my little fucktoy?"

Bianca blushed. "It's a more accurate description than sister. What we do with each other is not at all sisterly."

"I don't know about that. I was always a horny little teenager. I think if I'd had a sister I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off her." I kept looking straight ahead, stifling a laugh as I heard Bianca cough in embarrassed shock at my comment. Torture and mutilation in her stride, but she became flustered at the thought of incest. She was adorable.

We stepped off the lift into a hallway and made our way to our room. Unlocking the suite, I ungraciously dumped my luggage in the middle of the floor and wandered into the kitchen, heading straight for the minibar. Finding some wine I poured us each a glass. I watched Bianca sip hers over the rim of my own glass, appreciating the curves of her figure. We hadn't had any time for fun on the plane, as I had spend most of the trip trying to figure out how to deal with my acquisition problem in San Francisco. Placing my glass on the counter, I reached out and stroked the side of her neck.

She swallowed the rest of the wine in one gulp and I took the glass from her, putting it next to mine. Taking her hand I led her into the master bedroom and sat down on the end of the bed. Bianca came and sat next to me. She put out a hand and ran it up my thigh. I didn't move, allowing her access. Gasping as she touched me intimately, I reached over to her head and pulled her lips to mine, locking them in a kiss.

Gasping for air as we broke contact, I motioned at her skirt. "Take that off. Your panties too, I want to look at your pussy and see how it's healing." Bianca obediently stripped off, removing the clothing below her waist. She sat down on the bed wearing only her shirt and socks, and spread her legs, exposing herself to me. I knelt down between them and spread her labia with my fingers. The stump where her clit used to be was healing well. There was a bit of bruising where I had cut through the flesh, but the sealant had removed any possibility of infection and there was no swelling. The skin would eventually grow over the raw exposed part until there was no evidence that she ever had a clitoris except for a smooth scar.

I touched the wound, eliciting a small gasp from Bianca. "Does this still hurt?"

She smiled. "Only a little. I'm pretty much used to the pain now." I moved my finger off the stump and trailed it down to her entrance. She was already quite wet, so I wasted no time in pushing it deep inside her, making her pant and squirm as I crooked it and dragged it out again with a beckoning gesture. Back inside, this time with a second. "Please, I want them all..." Bianca gasped as she stared down at me, a look of intense need on her face.

She was moaning heavily as I teased her. "Think you can take them?"

"I don't care if you tear me open. I want your whole hand inside me!"

"Well, Miss Manners, you're going to have to ask me nicer than that. In fact, now I think you'd better earn your reward, or suffer a punishment. If you come before I say..." I wiggled my fingers gently. "...Your pussy is toast."

I felt her clench tightly around my fingers as she heard me. "What do you mean toast? What will you do?"

"I don't know yet, but I guarantee you that it will take a long time to heal... if it's not permanent." I leaned down and gave her empty clit hood a little lick. "Of course, all you have to do to avoid it is control yourself until I decide to reward you." I pointed at the digital clock on bedside table. "Let's say you have to hold out until ten past, then you can come. Should be easy for a clitless girl, right?" I started to stuff more of my fingers inside Bianca's vagina, as she had asked me to do. She groaned as I pushed my entire hand into her up to my wrist, and her muscles were clasping it firmly as I moved it around.

After a while the clock read 5:08. Bianca was writhing in pleasure, but she hadn't come yet. She was doing well, looking around the room in every direction except for at the action occurring between her legs, her eyes frequently glancing at the clock. It looked like she would make it. I didn't want it to be too easy however. "I'm going to debreast you, Bianca."


I laughed. "Not now. Someday. I don't know if I'll be able to wait until the nanites are working though. Sometimes I just get... frisky." I pushed harder, forcing more of my arm inside her and causing her to let out a wail. "I've got a guillotine, you know. A french one, like they used in the revolution. It's very sharp. The only difference is the stock. There are two holes in it, at chest height."

Bianca winced, her lust showing plainly on her face. "This isn't fair!" She looked at the clock. Nine past.

I smiled, unwilling to let up. "I'm going to sit you down in front of that guillotine, Bianca. I'm going to strap you into it so you can't move and your pale breasts are poking through the holes. That will be the last time you get to feel anyone playing with them." Bianca was losing control, starting to peak. "I'm going to let you stew in your own juices, then you'll watch me pull the lever that releases the blade. It's going to come down fast, and it'll slice right through your tits, severing them quickly and cleanly from your body. Your sexy little orbs will be mine." Bianca began to shake, and I pushed roughly, forcing my entire forearm deep into her pussy. I felt my knuckles bump into her cervix, and she let out a scream of pure bliss as she came hard. Her back arched and I glanced around as her legs stretched out past my head, elation filling me as I watched her toes curl up.

Then she went limp, falling back on the bed. We looked at the clock just as the last two digits changed. 5:10. She just lay there, stunned in the afterglow, a nervous look on her face as she was probably wondering what I was going to do to her. She grunted softly as I extracted my arm from her opening with a sucking sound. My entire forearm was soaked, and I couldn't resist licking it, enjoying the taste of her defeat.

I stood up and walked over to my suitcase, opening it and pulled out a thick towel and a short riding crop. Instead of a leather loop at the end, it had a number of tassels, each capped with a sharp metal stud. "Pull your legs up." Bianca eyed the crop fearfully, but did as I asked. While I dried off my arm, she hooked her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs up and apart as much as she could. Her pussy was completely unprotected. Placing the towel down on the bed underneath her butt, I decided to start with an easy one. I let fly with the crop, hitting her cunt right in the middle with a sharp crack. Bianca let out a short scream, but didn't let go of her legs.

I was impressed. I hit her again, harder, this time on the spot where her clit formerly lived. She Let out a strangled groan, her nails digging into her legs, but she still didn't let go. Again I lashed out with the crop, my aim spot on the bullseye between her legs. I whipped her vagina repeatedly, until tears were streaming down her cheeks and there were numerous tears in her pussy lips where the studs had caught on the loose flesh. She still hadn't let go of her legs, although there were a few trickles of blood where she had gripped them so tightly she had broken the skin.

I set down the crop, and knelt down between her legs, running my tongue slowly up her slit. The taste of her blood spread across my tongue, and I was overwhelmed with the desire to sink my teeth into her tender pussy, biting into the flesh and tearing off a mouthful. I took one of her labia into my mouth and started to bite down, a dangerous glint in my eyes as I looked up at her scared but reluctantly excited expression from my position between her legs. I knew what she was thinking as I increased the pressure, wondering what I was going to do.

I released the sensitive meat from my jaws, continuing to pleasure them with my tongue instead. I heard her let out a sigh of relief. I didn't want to take any more body parts from her, not yet, but I still wanted to commit more violence against her cunt.

I spied one of the free standing lamps by the bed. Standing up, I walked over to it. It was about waist high, and capped with a small shade that I pulled off and tossed on the bedside table. I disassembled the socket and brought it over to the bed, trailing the wire behind it. Getting between Bianca's legs again, I put the bulb at her entrance, still slightly red from the whipping. "Pull apart your labia." She reached down and did so, stretching herself as wide as she could, and I pushed the light bulb against her slit, rotating it back and forth to cover it with her blood and come. she gasped as the smooth round head entered her. It was a tight fit, so I helped her pull her labia out around the socket as I pushed it in. Finally it was entirely inside her, sitting snugly in her wet channel. I casually stepped over to the wall, plugging in the lamp and turning it on.

I sat down next to her on the bed, and started to undress, simply watching her. She lay there watching me back as I shed my garments, a wire running between her legs. It was a lovely sight. I finished taking off my clothes and started to play with myself. Bianca was beginning to squirm about. "Getting uncomfortable?"

She swallowed. "It's getting a little warm."

"Light bulbs can heat up for a few hundred degrees. Soon it will start to burn the walls of your pussy. If I leave it in too long, your vagina will literally fry. You know, I've actually done a girl that way before. Not with a light bulb though." I reached out and slipped my hand down her shirt, caressing her breast as my other hand snaked down between my legs and pulled on my clit.

I watched eagerly, taking my time as I pleasured myself. After a few minutes Bianca was starting to let out small yelps as the light bulb ever so slightly began to burn her. "Ah.... ah. It's starting to hurt." I could hear a slight sizzling sound coming from her cunt as her juices began to get hot. Her yelps were starting to turn into shrieks as she writhed next to me. I tugged my clitoris violently, releasing her breast and plunging my fingers inside me as I imagined her cooked cunt served up on a plate, ready to eat. I thought of myself feeding it to her as she happily ate her own sex. Bianca let out a piercing scream, and then I was climaxing, shuddering violently as waves of pleasure washed over me.

I caught my breath and quickly reached down to unplug the light bulb. Bianca's relief was not immediate of course, as the hot bulb continued to burn. I looked at her shuddering form. Small tendrils of smoke were rising from her entrance. "I think your little pussy has been cooked enough for one day." Here in a hotel room was not the time or the place to be doing anything would stop her from walking out.

Bianca looked at me, tears in her eyes. "I love you, Annabel."

I still wasn't used to hearing that from a girl I was torturing, and it made me smile. I shifted on the bed, climbing over her and put my knee on her abdomen, returning her gaze. "No matter what?"

She swallowed as she saw what I was about to do and nodded. "No matter what." She put her hand in her mouth, ready to muffle her scream.

"I love you too." I put all my weight onto the leg resting on her body. There was a muffled crack as the light bulb shattered under the pressure, and Bianca let out a massive scream, biting down onto her hand in pain. She curled into a fetal position as I removed my knee, clutching at her pussy. Blood ran through her fingers, dripping onto the towel underneath her. I took her in my arms and stroked her head as she sobbed, comforting her. We lay there for some time, until the glass in her pussy had cooled. "Straighten up, darling, I need to pull the shards out."

Bianca lay straight, tears still coming from her eyes. The filament and wire had fallen to the floor without the glass to hold it in place. I spread her bloody lips with two fingers, peering inside her slit. Numerous pieces of glass were puncturing the walls of her birth canal. I slid my fingers inside her a short distance, grabbed a big one and pulled it out, eliciting a sob from Bianca as it caught on one of her inner labia as I extracted it, cutting a red line where it passed.

I continued to remove the glass, taking care not to cut myself, and trying to limit the damage I was doing to Bianca as best I could. It was a slow process, but finally I thought I had got them all and grabbed a can of sealant, spraying a gratuitous amount into Bianca's vagina. I pulled the bloody towel out from under her, then noticed some of it had soaked into her shirt. I cursed under my breath. "Take your top off." She did so, wincing at the movement she had to make. "You can borrow one of mine, we'll go buy you a new one tomorrow. We really need to get you a wardrobe."

Bianca grinned as I climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her, pressing my naked body against hers. "Sounds fun."

I draped an arm over her, my hand cupping her breast. "Are you prepared for what we're going to do?"

She turned to look at me. "You mean kidnap Cristiana?"

"We're not just going to kidnap her. We're going to kill her, and although I'll be going ride-along in her head, I don't know how much control I'll have. She may not be a willing participant. You'll have to torture her, mutilate her while she resists you every step of the way. Are you comfortable with that?"

Bianca rested her head in the crook of my neck, nuzzling the top of her head against my chin. "I don't care about Cristiana. She hurt me, but because of what she did, I got to meet you. It's all the same to me whether she resists or not. I love you. I'll kill for you if I have to."

Bianca was going to be very sore between her legs tomorrow, but she was going to have to put up with it as we walked around the city. There was a lot to get done. I pulled her into an embrace and smiled to myself as she difted off to sleep in my arms. For now, she could rest.




Holding some garments I had selected, I ducked through the curtain into the small room. Bianca was standing on a platform, looking at herself in the mirror while a shop assistant crouched at her feet, measuring the hem of the black evening dress she was wearing. I put down the items I was carrying and stepped up behind her, admiring her petite from. "Lovely." I purred. Standing on my tiptoes I rested my chin on her shoulder and ran my hands over her hips, feeling the lovely smooth fabric that covered them. I pinched the silk, pulling on the slightly loose material. "It needs to be taken in here."

"Yes, ma'am." The shop assistant stood when I spoke, taking my place behind Bianca and wrapping the measuring tape around her shapely waist. She took note of the measurement and turned to me. "I'll make some arrangements with the tailor and ring up your other purchases, Miss Love."

"Have them delivered to my hotel as soon as they're ready." She nodded in acknowledgement and I thanked her as she left the two of us to continue changing.

Bianca looked at me, blushing. "Any tighter and my panty line will show."

I laughed. "You're not meant to wear any in this dress." I reached inside the long slit up one leg hooked my fingers inside the black lacy thing she had being trying on, expertly tugging it down until gravity caught it and deposited it around her ankles. "This is how you'll be dressed when you're attending formal occasions with me, kitten. There's some lovely art galleries I'd relish taking you to. It'll be so much fun knowing that underneath your dress you'll be going commando, completely exposed and unprotected from my inquisitive fingers when people aren't looking."

Bianca's face gained a measure of colour as she stood in front of the mirror. "Kitten?" She smiled at my use of the pet name.

I reached up to her zip, slowly pulling it down, exposing her back. She had to hold her hands to her chest to stop the dress from falling. "That's right, you remind me of one because you always look so happy lapping up my cream." I gently took her hands, pulling them from her chest, and the gown slid to the ground in a puddle at her feet.

She blushed some more as I gazed at her breasts. They looked asymmetrical, her missing nipple standing out in its absence. "Meow?" She grinned sheepishly, embarrassed that she had made the cute sound.

I chuckled and walked to the chair where I had dropped the items I'd brought in. "Put these on. They're from the lingerie section." Bianca took the pair of stockings from me as I handed them to her, and I helped her balance as she slid them up her legs. The next item was a garter belt, and I attached the suspenders to her stockings while she donned the bra.

"This seems a bit short." I looked up. The cups of the bra stopped just below where her nipple was, supporting her breast but provided no cover whatsoever.

I finished buttoning her suspenders and stood up in front of her, giving her nipple a light pinch. "No, this is exactly what I was looking for, something a little slutty." I smiled as I attached the last piece around her neck, a simple black choker with a white embossed B on the front in a cursive font. "I had them do this while you were getting measured." Bianca looked at herself in the mirror, touching the choker. She didn't say anything, but for a fleeting second, I saw an expression of pride before she stepped down off the platform, and picked up her discarded panties. I stopped her as she was about to bend over and put them on. "I think I'll just hold onto these." I said as I slipped them into my pocket. "No one will know but me. Finish getting dressed and let's be going. I want you to show me your school."

Bianca nodded and pulled on the rest of the relatively casual clothing I had laid out for her, a short skirt and camisole with spaghetti straps. As she pulled on the top, we saw that there was a hard bump showing through on one of her breasts, while the other was completely smooth. We looked at each other. "Well," I said, cocking my head as I looked at her. "That was to be expected, really. I'm sure no one will notice."

"Yes, a girl's chest is the last place anybody would ever routinely look." Bianca said with a sarcastic tone.

"You think we should head back to the hotel and even things out?"

Bianca paled. "Uhh..."

I laughed and leaned close to her ear, whispering. "I told you, I want your left tit whole. I have plans for it." I walked over to the curtain and held it aside for her. "If anyone notices, they can just wonder about it. Let's be on our way."

We crossed some more of Venice's bridges as we headed east to the college Bianca had attended. She seemed to be very self conscious about the fact she wasn't wearing any panties, which unfortunately - for her, I was most entertained by it - was making her sole nipple remain hard the entire time, a tiny bump atop the large curve of her breast. She was very alarmed at one point when a boat load of people passed slowly underneath us, walking stiffly with her legs closed as tightly as she could manage and turning bright red, but she needn't have worried. Her skirt came down far enough that someone would have to be almost right underneath her to get an eyeful of her cute pussy.

"We're nearly there. It's just over the next bridge." Bianca was looking around wistfully at the buildings that comprised the area that she used to call home. Suddenly she came to a halt at the edge of a plaza. I stopped and looked back at her as she stared across it. "That's her. Both of them." She pointed at the people sitting outside a cafe, chatting. I returned to her side and followed her line of vision. Two girls were speaking to a waitress who was taking their order.

"Well, that certainly didn't take as long as I expected."

"They must have an empty period this morning. I used to come here as well on my off days, with friends."

I tried to make out their features, but we were too far away. "Shall we go get a coffee then?"

Bianca fidgeted nervously. "What if they see me? They could suspect..."

"What, that we aim to kidnap them?" I put my arm around Bianca. "That we will hurt them and carve off their girl parts for our evening meal? Kitten, there's no way they could have the slightest inkling. You have any number of reasons to be back here, even if they do spot you... actually that kind of gives me an idea."

We made our way across the plaza and surreptitiously took a seat near the entrance to the cafe. The two girls didn't pay us any attention as Bianca sat down, obscured from them by a large plant. I took the a sunny spot where I had a good view of my newest prey. "Which one is Cristiana?"

"The one who looks like the world exists solely to cater to her whims." Bianca said sourly. Truthfully I could have guessed. The girl I had surmised was Cristiana had an air of authority about her, and an expression that she was not impressed with anything she saw. Nicola seemed quite tame in comparison. If they had been a lesbian BDSM couple it would have been clear Nicola was the submissive. I gave Cristiana a more thorough glance. She was very pretty, perfect for my tastes. Long, blonde hair. Excellently groomed. A generous bust that I imagined being able to sink my teeth into. I was very pleased.

I whispered to Bianca. "When the waitress comes with their drinks, grab her attention as soon as she's beside me. Place an order and keep eye contact with her." I reached into my purse and took out a small box with a pill in it. It was full of nanites.

Bianca saw me and looked around anxiously. "You're going to do that now? Here?"

I pointed at our surroundings. "It's a perfect set up. We're close to the empty building I rented this morning and we know they're about to have drinks. This table is in an area surrounded by plants on one side and there's no one on the other side because it's in the shade." I patted her hand. "Don't worry, I'm a total pro at dropping roofies into drinks without being seen."

"Wow... did any of them survive?"

I nodded. "Some. Occasionally I liked them too much to want to kill them. Other times... well, I ate them." I sighed. "I was usually pretty careful. I tended to check out their digs before I followed them home, made sure they were secluded, private. I made sure I knew their schedules, who they had planned to meet and how long before anyone would miss them." I recalled my past misbehaviours. "I did get careless at one point though. Started acting irrationally. I spent some time in Germany, got a little... unwound. Started having breakdowns, black spots in my memory. I didn't feel like myself. Eventually I got out and went to France, and that was when I started getting medicated." I tapped my purse, causing the pill bottle inside to rattle.

"Since then I've been back to my old self. Only going after a girl when I'm positive I can do it cleanly. Thing is though, once I'm in their head, I know what they're thinking. If I can make Cristiana think about her life, her plans for the day, I can get everything I need. No more pesky stalking." I saw the waitress returning and pointed at her. "She's coming this way with two drinks. It's got to be theirs since the other groups already have some. Get ready."

Bianca nodded and prepared her self. As the waitress passed, Bianca did her part perfectly, calling out to her when the drink tray was right next to me. She turned her head to look at Bianca, her body turning half a second slower, and in that instant I moved my hand from the table and passed it quickly over the tray, picking one of the two cups to drop it into. The pill silently splashed into the cappuccino with barely a ripple, and without missing a beat my hand continued the motion of reaching down to my bag on the ground, picking it up and placing it on the table. Bianca finished placing her order while I retrieved some cash.

The waitress turned to me. "I won't have anything, I was just about to leave actually." I said as I passed the cash to Bianca and started to gather my things. The waitress continued to Cristiana's table. I growled under my breath as she put the cappuccino down in front of Nicola and gave the frappé to Cristiana.

"Is this a problem?" Bianca asked.

I shook my head. "It was a fifty-fifty chance Cristiana would drink it anyway. I guess we'll be taking an extra passenger back with us instead of one. I prepared for this eventuality. Maybe it's better this way, Nicola strikes me as being easier to manipulate." I stood up to go. "Give me twenty minutes to get to the apartment. I'll text you to leave and follow me there. Try and get them to notice you, and do exactly as we discussed this morning." I waved goodbye and hurried back across the plaza, walking quickly, but not running. Now it was time to be careful. If I could pull this off I was going to make the two girls walk themselves right into my web.

I hurried up the stairs and into the makeshift bedroom where I'd dumped a mattress and set up my laptop. Lying down, I put the headset on and made myself comfortable. It should have been long enough by now for the nanites to enter Nicola's system. I sent Bianca a text and then hit the enter button.


I shook my head slightly in confusion. "Sorry... what was that last thing you said?"

"Oh my god, Nicci, I swear, you just had a hit of concentrated caffeine and you're still falling asleep? Were you up all night fucking Marco or something?" Cristi scoffed. "I was saying that waitress looks like she's on crack. I can't believe the service here."

"Don't be mean," I frowned. "She's probably been working all day."

Cristi Looked at me with a disgusted expression. "What, are you her girlfriend or something?"

I didn't respond, instead looking around while I tried to think of a way to change the subject. I saw a petite girl at the cafe entrance get up to leave. She seemed familiar... I gasped. "Oh my god, Cristi, is that Bianca?" I pointed as she started heading across the plaza.

Cristiana studied her for a second. "That little bitch, what is she doing back here? I thought we ran her out of town last year."

I remembered the cruel prank we'd pulled on her. It was Cristi's idea, like so many things were. She had dropped out a short time after that. I hadn't meant for that to happen, but Cristi had been delighted. "I wonder where she's going?" I mused to myself. I had a crazy idea. "Should we follow her? Maybe she's trying to re-enroll here."

"God, I hope not." Cristi thought about it for a second and stood up. "You're right, it's going to bug me. I thought I'd finally gotten rid of the little lesbian and now she's back to ruin my day." I didn't say anything. I didn't understand why Cristi had such a grudge against Bianca, but it was best not to ask her about such things. She tended to explode in people's faces. Cristi left some money to settle the bill and we made our way across the plaza, trying to catch up with the blonde girl disappearing into the distance.

She was heading south, away from the main population centre, walking fairly quickly as we went over some bridges. She crossed a narrow one, and one of the workmen sitting on the dock below looked up at her and shouted something suddenly. I thought I heard some wolf whistles from him and his friends, and Bianca dashed away clutching her skirt against her thighs.

Bianca and I took a closer bridge that went in the direction Bianca was heading as we tried to catch up. We were going down a few narrow alleyways now. "Maybe she's got a flat in this direction." I said to Cristiana. "I think you can rent some of the studios here relatively cheaply." Cristiana didn't reply, her curiousity piqued by Bianca's odd behaviour.

Finally we saw her go into an old building on the edge of a canal. I looked at the run down building. "Kind of a dump."

Cristi just laughed. "Figures. Well, we know where she's staying I guess. Let's head back to our place. I want to think of some way to throw her a welcome back celebration."

Something stopped me. "Hang on." I walked quickly across the alley up to the door.

"Nicola, what are you doing?" Cristiana hissed from behind me. I turned and waved for her to follow. I reached up to the doorknob and turned it slowly. It wasn't locked. Cristi cam up behind me. "What has got into you?"

"We should see if she really is staying here," I whispered. "We don't know if it's her place." I inched inside. There was a hallway running past a large room. Glancing in, I couldn't see anything. It was empty of furniture, decor, or Bianca. Cristi gently closed the door behind us as I silently crept down the hallway and started up the stairs. I paused as they creaked slightly, holding my breath. All I could hear was my heart beating in my chest. Cristi gave me a small nudge from behind when there was no sign of movement above, so I continued up.

There was a room at the top. I peeked inside, and saw a bed with a woman on it. She was lying down asleep, some kind of device on her head. and a laptop beside her. The oddest sensation came over me as I looked at her, like I had seen her before. She was so familiar... Cristiana tapped me on the shoulder and I realised I had wandered into the room and was staring at the sleeping figure. "Nicci, let's go." She whispered into my ear. "This is creeping me out."

I nodded and we turned to leave. Suddenly I heard a couple of muffled noises and felt a sharp prick in my stomach. Bianca was standing at the doorway, a pair of what looked like guns in her hands. I looked down and saw some kind of dart sticking out of me, a bright tuft of material at the end. Cristi was shrieking and as I looked at her, I saw her staring down in horror at another dart sticking out of her breast. I tried to say something, but my head swam, and then the floor was coming up sideways. The last thing I remembered was my head hitting the ground.


I clutched my head as I woke up and looked at Bianca, standing above the two fallen girls. "One of these days I'm going to find out what a graceful shutdown of this device feels like."

Bianca looked at the crate I had brought for transportation, a love logo emblazoned on the top along with a biological material sticker. "This will barely fit one of them."

I gauged the size. "The second one is in the other room. I told you, I came prepared." I punched the 10-digit code into the crate, unlocking it. Retrieving the oxygen mask within, I placed it on Cristiana's face and the two of us lifted her into the padded box, curling her into a fetal position. "They may have a few bruises after the trip, but that will be the least of their worries." I gave her an injection to keep her out for another fifteen hours or so and closed the lid.

I nodded to the doorway as I stepped over Nicola's prone form. "Let's go get the other one."

Bianca followed me down the hallway. "How are we going to get them through customs?"

"It's a private plane, so there's no security to worry about. There are still customs checks, but it's a much more lax affair than using a public airliner. We'll just nonchalantly move the crates aboard, and if anyone notices it's not unusual for a medical company like mine to be transporting bio material, especially with the medical conference I was at not long ago. These crates are actually leftovers from legitimate transportation, so all I have to do is fudge the numbers a bit on my company's documents."

Before long Nicola shared her friend's readiness for shipping. We loaded the crates into an old elevator and hit the button for the dock in the basement. After loading them onto a boat, I dropped Bianca off at the hotel to check out and pick up our belongings, while I took the crates to the airport. The operation went without a hitch, and before long Bianca and I were enjoying each other's company in the plane's bedroom, our precious cargo tucked safely away in the hold.

A little under fifteen hours later, we arrived home, back in Japan. I pulled into the driveway of my property just outside of the city. It had a large wall, like many quality residences did in Japan, with plenty of privacy. Perfect for me. I parked the van I had borrowed from work, and Bianca and I unloaded the crates, getting them down the stairs into the hidden basement with the help of a motorised warehouse trolley.

I dumped them together in the center of the floor as Bianca looked around, marveling at the room. I had no interest in a dank grey brick basement, this room was furnished, my own private hideaway of perversion. It was a BDSM room, with dozens of fun toys hanging on the walls, and of course cameras that recorded every little scream, every slice that happened, straight to an encrypted server.

I pushed the lid off one of the containers, revealing the pretty girl sleeping soundly inside. Bianca helped me lift Nicola out and we carried her to the bed. While Bianca snapped a manacle around Nicola's ankle, I slapped some duct tape on her mouth, then returned to the second container. Opening it, I looked at Cristiana close up. She really was a vision of loveliness. Such a shame her personality didn't live up to her looks.

I picked her up and carried her to a modified gynecological chair on the other side of the room. I strapped in her arms and legs, covering her mouth with tape as well, and returned to the bed. I kissed Bianca lovingly. "Let's start stripping them."

She grinned and we began to remove both of the girls' clothing, cutting the fabric from around their restraints when necessary. I sat at the head of the bed, cradling Nicola between my legs as I pulled off her bra. Her breasts bounced into view, and I reached around her, squeezing them roughly.

"Bianca." I caught her attention and she looked at me holding Nicola's pale tits out to her. She smile and climbed over us, dipping her head to take one of the unconscious girl's nipples in her mouth. I felt myself grow damp at the sight. "I love these moments..." I spoke softly, "when they're completely mine, to do anything I like to them, and they can't resist."

Bianca release the nipple with a pop, moving down the Nicola's legs and pulling off her panties. "Did you do anything to me?"

I put on a look of innocence. "Only a little oral sex. You woke up too soon for me to do anything really fun." I looked at Nicola's neatly trimmed bush and felt my excitement rise. "There's a razor and some shaving cream in that cupboard over there," I said, pointing to one of the many cabinets in the room. "Be a dear and get them, would you? I want you to make her lovely and smooth."

Bianca complied, wandering over and pulling out the equipment. She gasped as she held up the razor-sharp cutthroat razor. "I thought you meant one like I'd use on my legs. This is... villainous." She smiled as the brought the tools back to the bed. "I'll have to try to resist the temptation to accidentally 'slip' and cut off something sensitive."

I laughed. "It's hard, I know. I wasn't quite so restrained on the girl I had before you. She had such a pretty pussy. I lost control after I finished and ended up slicing her labia off then and there, while she was out cold. I held them in my hand and fingered myself silly while I played with them. When she woke up to find her precious pussy lips on a plate beside her, she did not react well."

Bianca gave me a seductive glance as she finished spreading shaving cream over Nicola's mound and started scraping away with the razor. "Please make sure I'm awake when you take mine. I don't want to miss the sight of you cutting them off."

"I promise. I'll make sure to film it as well, so you can watch your own mutilation as many times as you like." Bianca finished denuding Nicola's pussy of hair, visibly happy at my promise to her.

I returned to Cristiana and finished stripping her of her last few garments. As I removed her top, my eyes fell on a tattoo. She had a small blue butterfly on the top of her breast, slightly towards the centre. I was captivated by it, so cute and in such an intimate place. I pulled out my cellphone and aimed it at her breast, snapping a picture.

Like Bianca had been, Cristiana was smooth shaven between her legs. Bianca looked at her and gasped. "That little hypocrite. The number of times she mocked me for having a shaved pussy for the benefit of my girlfriends and she has hers the same." I simply smiled and bent down, giving the unconscious girl's slit a little lick, enjoying the taste.

A moan came from Nicola. "She's waking up." I got up and made my way to the stairs. "I'm going to head up and reconnect. You know what to do?" Bianca nodded, smiling at me with adoration in her eyes, along with unmistakable excitement. I blew her a kiss and left the room.


I tried to speak, but something was covering my mouth. It took a few minutes for the memories to come flooding back. Cristiana and I had been following Bianca, and then... Oh my god. I opened my eyes. I was suddenly wide awake as I realised I was naked, chained spreadeagled to a bed. Cristi was in front of me in some kind of gynecological chair, still unconscious but restrained the same as I was. Her legs were spread wide, her vagina totally exposed and hairless, as was mine. Tears started to accompany the panic as I realised that if we'd been put in these positions we were probably going to be raped. I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. A TV sat near some stairs leading up where it could be viewed by both of us, and there was a kitchen off to the other side of the room. It had both a stove element and a barbecue grill beneath a large vent, as well as a large fridge. All around were a number of cupboards and cabinets, and I swallowed as I noticed a lot of bondage paraphernalia seemed to be displayed on the wall. There was an Asian theme to all of it. Japanese? I noticed a large katana prominently displayed in the middle of the perverted objects.

I heard a movement behind me and then Bianca walked into view. My stomach sank as I remembered the things we had done to her while she was at high school and college. Was that why we were naked? Were we here as her revenge? I had so many questions as she stepped up to me, putting a hand between my legs and touching my pussy, rubbing it. I tried to close them but my restraints held me open, vulnerable. She reached up and pulled off the tape. I cried out in pain. "Gaah! What are you doing? Why am I naked?"

"Because I like the sight of your nude body." She said nonchalantly. She sat down next to me on the bed, reaching out and stroking my left breast lightly. I gasped as goosebumps traveled down my body, caused by her feather touch.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. You read about this sort of thing in the papers, but it's always someone else, in another country. How could I be one of the unlucky few that gets kidnapped and raped? I wanted this all to be a horrible dream. "You can't do this. People will be looking for us, it's only a matter of time before we're found. You should stop this and let us go."

I shivered as she tightened her grip, laughing and squeezing my breast more insistently. I was ashamed that I was responding to the sensation, my nipples hardening against my will. "No one is going to look for you here. We're not in Venice any more. In fact, we're not even in Italy. You've been out for quite some time." She followed my gaze as I looked around at the Asian decorations. "You can probably guess where you are, but it doesn't matter. The two of you are all mine, to do with as I please, for as long as I like."

"You're going to rape us?" I knew the answer, but I needed her to confirm my fears.

"Yes." As much as I expected her to say it, my heart still sank. "I'm not going to stop at rape though. We're going to have a night of rough sex, physical torture and mutilation, and possibly a couple of snuffings."

I shook my head in disbelief. This wasn't happening. None of it was real. She did not just say she was going to snuff me. I was just a 19 year old college student, on my way to becoming a lawyer. I wasn't an angel, but I was a relatively good person. This sort of thing just didn't happen to good people. She leaned down and licked my nipple a few times before sucking on it. I gasped with pleasure as my face flushed red with shame. Bianca released it and leaned down to my ear "I'm going to start torturing you now." She whispered.

"D... Don't. I don't deserve this. It's not fair!"

Bianca ignored me, her gaze traveling down my nude body. I felt myself blush at being so exposed to her appraising eyes. She reached out and took my nipple between her fingers, pinching and rolling it. I tried not to respond, but the sensation made me gasp. Bianca reached up and took hold of a line hanging from the ceiling that I had not noticed before. She pulled it down, and I felt a chill as I saw a very thick, wicked-looking fishhook on the end.

"What are you going to do...?" She brought the hook towards my nipple and I began to panic. "No... NO!, Wait, what are you doOEAARGH!" I let out a scream as the forced the hook through the very base of my nipple. I watched in horror as the barb burst out the other side of my aureole, bloodied from it's journey through my tit. I kept screaming as Bianca casually walked to the other side of the bed. I couldn't believe what had just happened! She reached up and grabbed a second line. I tried to beg her not to hurt me again as she tweaked my nipple, preparing it for her torture, but my sobs were unintelligible, and part of me knew they would have been futile anyway.

Another scream burst from my lips as my other nipple was brutally pierced. I looked at both of my them, a small trickle of blood coming from where the metal parted skin, following the thin chain up to the ceiling. There was a pulley there, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Bianca step over to a switch. I suspected what was coming next, but surely not. I prayed she wasn't that cruel. "Please... no..."

Bianca pressed the button and a motor hummed quietly as I watched the slack chains rise up. I winced as my pierced nipples began to rise with them, my breasts stretching underneath them. Bianca slowed the motor to a crawl, and I felt my breasts being pulled harder and harder. My breasts looked like traffic cones. Eventually they could stretch no further, and I began to wail as I felt my torso lifted up off the mattress by my nipples. Bianca raised me with excruciating slowness, and there was so much pain coming from my chest that I was terrified the tips of my breasts were going to be torn off at any moment.

The motor stopped as Bianca returned to the bedside. Again, she reached up to the ceiling and took another chain, this one further toward the end of the bed. I whimpered and tried to raise my head to watch her as she disappeared toward my legs. I felt her free hand move between and take hold of one of my pussy lips. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my most intimate area, and I knew she had just pushed a hook through my left labia. I looked up and saw there were more hooks, three of them, and as Bianca took them she used them on my pussy, each one causing me to let out a cry of pain as they were forced through my vulva. My one relief was that Bianca hadn't put one through my clitoris. I didn't think I could have handled that.

She returned to the switch and pressed it again, this time raising the lower four chains. I knew it was going to hurt, but I consoled myself that at least some of the weight would be taken off my nipples. As my labia began to stretch upwards, I found out I was wrong, it was not a good trade. I screamed as my entire body was lifted off the bed by my nipples and pussy. I don't know how they were able to take the weight of my body without being torn off, and among the pain I managed to thank my lucky stars I was relatively small and light.

Bianca released my legs from the manacles and then did the same for my arms, forcing them behind my back and strapping them together. I didn't struggle - any movement sent unbearable pain shooting through my genitals and breasts. Then I heard the motor again and saw myself moving sideways, off the bed. When I was completely off, I looked at Bianca, unsure what she was about to do. She pressed a button again and my hips started rising while my chest began to lower. She was going to hang me upside down by my pussy!

"Bianca, please!" I cried out in desperation. "Please don't hurt me any more, I'll do anything you want! I'll go down on you. I'll do my best to make you feel good, please don't do this!" She just smiled at me as I felt my labia protest the abuse they were suffering. All the blood was rushing to my head as I turned vertical, and then I was being suspended in the air only by the four fishhooks skewering my pussy lips, as the chains in my nipples went slack. I couldn't scream anymore. I couldn't make any sound, my breath was knocked out of me and my head was spinning. There was no way those two flaps of meat were going to hold me. The suspense was unbearable as I waited for my pussy flesh to tear, dropping me to the floor.

It didn't happen. Bianca came and stood in front of me, raising her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, only a pair of stockings attached to a garter belt, and her bare vagina was directly in front of my face. "I'll take you up on that offer now." she said. I realised she wanted me to lick her. I hesitated and she continued. "If you don't, I'll raise you to the ceiling and give you a short drop. If you think this hurts, believe me, your lower lips won't survive that."

If she had asked me to do so before this torture I would have resisted, but now I would have done anything to endear her to me so that she would spare me from the terrible agony I was feeling. I moved my head forward between her legs, tentatively stretching out my tongue. I received my very first taste of a girl's cunt as I ran it along her smooth slit, her excitement from her pleasure at torturing my sexual organs flowing onto my tongue. It was not as bad as I had feared, but then I was very distracted. I stabbed out with the fleshy organ, probing her entrance clumsily, but she didn't seem to mind my inexperience as she moaned in pleasure. I felt her flick my tender labia a few times with her fingers, each time causing my head to swim as I let forth a muffled scream of pain into her pussy.

Suddenly I heard a click and she stopped, stepping back and out of my reach. I was sure she hadn't orgasmed. She held a cellphone in front of me and I saw the awful sight of my own labia stretched beyond all possibility. It didn't even look like the vagina I knew and loved anymore. There were rivulets of blood coming from holes that were stretched open by the hooks so much that I could see through them. She looked down at me. "That'll do for now. It takes a lot of effort to make me come, and we'll be here all night if we try." She reached out and pushed me slightly, causing me to choke as the swinging motion made the hooks pull harder on my pussy lips and releasing a new wave of agony from my pelvis. She lowered me to the bed slowly as I swung, and then I was back on the mattress as the chains went slack, sobbing with relief as I pressed my thighs together, trying to endure the throbbing coming from between my legs.

Bianca reattached my arms and legs to the bedposts again, and I was in the same position I had been when I woke, this time a little more exhausted and a lot more sore. She reached out and touched my breast, and I flinched away from her, scared she was going to hurt them some more. She held my chin and turned me to look at her. "You should let me play with them while you can."


"Because soon your breasts are coming off."

I looked at her in confusion. "I don't understand."

She reached out again, making me gasp as she roughly groped my sensitive globe. "They're going to come off. As in, they will no longer be attached to you."

"No... You can't be serious."

"Yes, I'm going to remove your breasts. You should try and get as much pleasure out of them as you can, before they're gone."

I stared at her, incredulous. "I don't believe you. You're just trying to scare me."

Bianca smiled. "If I wanted to scare you, I'd show you this." She got up and walked to a laptop sitting on the kitchen bench, picking up a remote and turning on the TV. I saw a computer desktop displayed on it, and she opened a file which requested a password. She typed it in and the image of a girl appeared on the screen, her breasts held underneath a large guillotine blade. A second girl took hold of the blade's handle and began to pull it down. I closed my eyes, afraid to watch, but I heard the screams. It couldn't be real, surely it was staged. Opening my eyes again, any doubts I had perished. I watched as the girl's breasts were sliced off, the detached organs held by a third figure, then the screen went dark again as Bianca hit the power button on the remote. I retched.

I felt sick. She was talking about mutilating my chest. She couldn't be serious! No one would hurt a girl in such a way! "You... You're kidding, right? I know we really humiliated you, but you're a girl, like me. You wouldn't... you know... cut off my tits. How could you?"

"Get your head wrapped around it, you're getting debreasted in a minute, just like that girl did." She leaned in and took my nipple between her lips. She was really going to do it. I couldn't move as I watched her suck on one of the breasts she had told me she was going brutally amputate. I gasped as she slipped a hand between my legs and began to stroke my wounded pussy. I could feel myself getting damp and I blushed with shame as I realised she was going to try to get me off before she maimed me.

"Did you kill her too? The girl on TV?"

"Mmm, no." She mumbled into my breast. "She got to go home, without her tits of course. Don't get your hopes up, I doubt you'll be so lucky."

"Please, I know we wronged you, but nothing we did warranted this kind of revenge."

She released my nipple from her mouth with a pop. "You're right, it doesn't. The truth is, this is just something I want to do. If it hadn't been you it would have been someone else. The stuff in college was just the reason it ended up being Cristiana, and you just got mixed up in it."

"There has to be some way I can talk you out of this. I have money..."

"I don't need your money. I need you to watch as I sever your luscious tits and place them on a platter in front of you. I need you to understand this is the last time you will ever get to feel this pleasure before you have to endure the pain of having them cut from your body. I'd try to enjoy it if I were you." She returned to pleasuring my breasts with her tongue, flicking it across my hardening nipples and circling my areola.

I wanted to wake up, to find myself in my bed at home, my breasts safe from this maniac. But I didn't, this was really going to happen. The shock was starting to wear off and reality was setting in. This crazy sadist was going to debreast me. Never in my darkest nightmares could I have imagined that I could one day lose my breasts. I was going to become Nicola, the girl with no tits.

A rush of terrified thoughts flew through my brain. I was going to be permanently disfigured. Having to explain to people what had happened, why I was now flat chested. Throwing out all my unnecessary bras. Guys losing interest in me without my bust to catch their attention. I bit my lip as Bianca increased her intensity between my legs. I was going to come, despite my fear, despite the fact I was engaged in lesbian activity with another girl, despite the knowledge of my approaching mutilation.

Suddenly, the fingers in my pussy were gone. I groaned in frustration as my impending climax was lost. "Time's up." Bianca walked to my side and grabbed my nipple, pulling it up. A knife appeared in her hand out of nowhere, and she moved it to the underside of my breast. I started to hyperventilate. Oh my god, This was it. I hadn't even come yet and she was already going to cut my tit off!

"Please..." I begged her. "Please... anything but my breasts." I closed my eyes tight as I waited for the pain, the acute feeling of the razor sharp knife delicately touching my skin, a heartbeat away from slicing into my soft white globe. I held my breath in anticipation. The knife moved away from my breast, and I opened my eyes in surprise, breathing again for a moment before she began to trail it down between my legs. My fear returned.

The cold steel scraped gently across my labia, hinting at the danger it posed to my precious femininity. I gasped at the sensation. "These lips are important to you, right? Okay. I won't promise you that you'll get to keep your tits, but I won't cut them off yet if you give up your labia. I want you to remove them yourself."

Remove them? What did she...? I gasped. "You're talking about cutting off a piece of my own vagina? Oh my god, that's crazy! There's no way I could handle the pain!" I tried to imagine trying to give myself a labiectomy. It was a ridiculous notion.

"Your breasts or your pussy lips. Which are more important?" I couldn't believe this. I didn't want to lose my tits, but I loved my vagina! I didn't want to cut pieces of it off! I closed my eyes and sobbed. Deep down, I knew I didn't have a choice. There was no doubt in my mind, that if I didn't do as she said, I was seconds away from having my precious breasts taken from me. Could I really mutilate myself?

"I.... I don't know. I don't want to lose either!"

"Well, you have to make a decision. pick a body part to kiss goodbye, or get ready to have sex with this knife. I'm sure you've never been brave enough to push 6 inches of sharp steel up inside yourself. I did once, and even being really careful I must have cut myself dozens of times. Little cuts, inside my pussy. There's nothing that quite compares to the sense of danger being gently fucked with a knife gives you. If you're not careful you only ever get to experience it one time." I felt the tip of the blade ever so gently slide between my labia, Bianca readying to to push it into me, using it to give me that painful final fuck. She leaned in, speaking softly. "I'll sweeten the deal. Accept, and I'll give you an orgasm first, for real this time. You'll get to feel my tongue lick your lovely lips before you lose them. I won't make you slice them off until you climax."

I felt a glimmer of hope in my chest. Maybe there was a way out of this. If I managed not to have an orgasm, to resist her ministrations, she promised she wouldn't make me do it. I swallowed. It couldn't be that difficult, I wasn't even into girls. "I choose my pussy."


"My breasts are more important than my pussy lips. I'll do it. I'll... I'll cut them. Just please don't take my tits."

I stopped holding my breath as the blade was removed from my vagina. Bianca stood up and went behind the curtain. She emerged again with a shiny scalpel and a felt pen. Kneeling between my legs again, she leaned in and I moaned as I felt her tongue slide up my cunt. I tried not to scream with joy as she circled it around my opening. Oh my god, this was amazing! I had no idea it felt so good to have someone go down on me. My heart sank as I remembered this was going to be the only time I would ever be able to enjoy this if I didn't control myself.

Her tongue plunged deep inside my pussy for several minutes and I let out a groan as my pleasure eventually grew, despite my attempts to resist it. The wet, dexterous organ was rubbing my most sensitive spots, forcing me to writhe in bliss as my juices flowed like a dam had burst. Bianca pinched my clit and I saw stars as my orgasm hit, washing over me like a wave as a torrent of fluid flowed out of me into her mouth. She sealed her lips against my opening and drank everything I released.

I lay back, panting and exhausted, my faint hope dying like a candle flame in the wind, my fate sealed. I felt Bianca withdraw her tongue from my vagina and then she was pulling on one of my labia, stretching it out. She started to draw a dotted line along it, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan brought on by the pleasant sensation of the pen's rough tip gently scratching along my delicate skin.

Bianca finished drawing a line up one side of my vulva and continued down the other. It dawned on me that she was marking a line where to cut. My stomach lurched a bit with fear, but I let her finish. I looked where she'd drawn as she released my wrists from the frame. "Hang on, that's too much! It's right up against my pelvis, there'll be nothing left if I cut there."

"That's the idea. You and her took everyone important from me, so I'm taking everything from you. Cut them off now, or kiss your boobs goodbye."

I realised I was out of choices. if I didn't do this, I had no doubt that if I refused, true to her word Bianca would take her knife and push that steel blade through my breasts, forever robbing me of the soft mounds, and then she'd probably fuck me with it as well, destroying my vagina anyway. This was the rational choice, but it still felt like there was a lead weight in my stomach as I looked down at the doomed flesh between my legs. I was scared, but I had to resign myself to the loss if there was any chance my breasts would be spared. I knew there were girls that had this sort of thing done voluntarily, to make themselves smooth down there, but they had anesthetic and professional surgeons. I wasn't going to have such luxuries. I knew this was going to hurt, far more than the pain I had felt so far. I hoped I could endure it.

I pulled on my right labia, wincing as the contact irritated the large holes that had been pierced in them earlier. Looking at the line she'd drawn, I picked up the scalpel. All I had to do was follow that line, it couldn't be that hard if I cut quickly. I placed the sharp edge of the scalpel against the skin and felt my pussy involuntarily moisten. Oh god, why was I becoming aroused? I swallowed, took a deep breath, and started to slice. I didn't feel anything at first but a cold feeling where there scalpel was. The blade was so sharp that it just moved into my soft meat without resistance. Then, the stretched flesh held between my fingers began to part, and the line where I was cutting suddenly started to ignite into a fiery, throbbing agony.

I started to clench my teeth in pain, and Bianca put her hand on my head, stroking me. "The faster you do it, the sooner it will be over." My vision blurred with tears as I renewed the cutting, and trying to keep the blade close to the line drawn on my pussy lip was proving rather difficult. As I made my way along the bleeding flap of skin, I had to continually reposition where my fingers held it, as the part I was gripping kept becoming detached and loose. Finally I reached the top near my clitoris. I turned the scalpel and brought it to the top of my clitoral hood. With one last pull, the piece of pussy meat in my fingers was suddenly no longer connected to me. I held it up to my face and looked at it. It looked like something you'd trim from a side of steak, not like something that had just framed one side of my vagina.

I lay the bloody strip of flesh on my thigh and took a deep breath, dizziness almost overwhelming me. Taking hold of my remaining labia, I tried to pull it out, but my fingers had become slippery with blood. I had to dig my nails in to get a grip on it as I tugged it as far as it would stretch and my hand was shaking so much that that I couldn't get the scalpel against the edge of the line. In desperation I stabbed it into the middle of the lip, poking it straight through to the other side. With the blade stabilised I then proceeded to slice downwards severing the lower half of my pussy lip before returning the blade to the corner of the wound and cutting up to the top this time.

Again I laid a piece of my own vagina on my thigh and gasped. I'd done it. I had just sliced off both of my pussy lips. My entrance was completely exposed, my clitoris laid bare without the flaps of flesh to hide it. There was agony, to be sure, but to my great surprise, deep in my loins the pain was slightly subdued by an intense arousal. I could feel a massive orgasm building as I cut away my own intimate parts, and it was so very close. I needed to come more than anything. The scalpel dropped from my weak fingers, clattering to the floor.

"Holy shit." A voice snapped me out of my own thoughts. Bianca had been sitting in a chair watching me mutilate myself, and judging by the dripping puddle she was sitting on, she had been masturbating furiously. She got up and knelt between my legs with a wicked smile on her face, and my heart beat faster as she put her head close to my bloody sex.

The pain increased as she lightly touched the wound where my missing labia should have been, causing me to wince. I tried not to scream as her fingers trailed the ragged slices up to the top of my slit, where she took hold of my clit and pulled. The pleasure made me go cross eyed, and as she reached the limit of how far she could pull it, it began to hurt along with my severed lips. She let go of my stretched organ, causing it to snap back into place, and leaned forward, extending her tongue. I bit my lower lip as she licked along the length of my bleeding pussy, pain and pleasure mixing together in a confusing cocktail of sensations, then licked my clitoris before taking it into her mouth.

I gasped as she sucked on my most sensitive body part. My pleasure began to drown out the pain, but something inside me wanted it back. I wanted more. "Could you... bite it?" My voice came out as a whisper.

"Hmmmm?" Bianca glanced up at me, without taking her mouth from my pussy.

"P... Please... can you bite it? Just a little?" She grinned, and I felt her teeth close around my clit, the pain returning in force as my nub was trapped between her jaws. I let out a strangled groan, relishing the agony that the little bundle of nerves was sending into my brain. I really wanted this? I was so confused. "Harder." I gasped. "Please?"

My heart sank as she released my clit instead, and looked me in the eyes. "How much harder?" I hesitated, unsure what I wanted, so Bianca asked again. "Do you want me to bite it off?"

Fear gripped me. She was asking me if I wanted her to bite off my clitoris! I wanted to beg her not to, but the words stuck in my throat. I simply sat there unable to decline. "If you're not going to object..." Bianca smiled and took my clit back in her mouth. I began to hyperventilate. I was about to have my clit bitten off! What was I doing? I had to tell her to stop! The rush of pleasure was fleeting as Bianca put her lips against my mound, and behind them I could feel her teeth begin to bite me again, the pain returning. I closed my eyes in shame as I reluctantly reveled in it.

How could pain be enjoyable? It made no sense to me, but the effect was undeniable. Bianca was biting harder, her teeth starting to grind on my flesh, and again I started to lose the ability to tell pain from pleasure. I couldn't even understand what I was feeling anymore, the sensations from my cunt were overwhelming me as it all become a hot pulse of lust, deep in my abdomen. I started to scream as I opened my eyes again, excitement and fear making my heart thud in my chest as I watched Bianca bite down on my poor clit and chew until I thought I could see blood spilling from the side of her mouth.

Delicious agony from between my legs caused me to shudder as Bianca jerked her head back, away from my pussy. I felt my clit receive one last tug as she jerked back again, and then I actually felt it separate as it was torn away. I heard myself let out an ear-splitting scream, and I nearly blacked out, whether from the pain of my circumcision or the earth-shattering orgasm it caused, I'm not sure, but when I was able to see straight again, I found her between my legs with a medical spray, shiny crimson staining her lips. Placing it down, she came up to my side and took my hand, putting her face over it. From her mouth she dropped my severed clitoris into my palm. I picked it up and held it between my thumb and forefinger, a barely recognizable little worm of flesh dripping blood onto the sheets.

As I held the little piece of my sex, staring at it, I was beginning to realise the finality of what I had allowed Bianca to do. I felt tears form in my eyes as I looked at the main source of all my sexual pleasure. Destroyed. Gone. I had let her deprive me of my precious clitoris without a single protest, probably forever ending the possibility of any future orgasms. "Oh my god..." I began to sniffle. It was gone, all of it. I'd sacrificed my sex to save my breasts, but the cost was only just hitting home. I would never again be able to feel my finger run up my labia, the cute, soft, amputated lips lying in the bowl where Bianca had just dropped them, bloody and raw. I could no longer enjoy tugging on my clitoris as I climaxed. I looked at the little nub, once a huge part of my adolescence, now just a piece of dead tissue. "What have I done?"

Suddenly a mouth was on my own as Bianca's lips met mine. I tried to speak, but she used the opportunity to thrust her tongue into my mouth as her hands found my breasts and began to caress them gently. Despite my situation, I began to lose myself in lust again, wrestling her tongue with my own. She gave me a smile that somehow caused a rush of pleasure through my vagina. I wasn't sure how that worked, I mean there wasn't much left to feel pleasure with down there. She broke the kiss. "Okay, you kept up your end of the deal. Consider your tits spared, for now. Just so you know, that was so fucking hot, watching you do that."

Despite the horror of what I had done to myself, I felt a sense of relief that I had bought time for my breasts' continued existence. I even felt a little thrill from her compliment. She thought I looked sexy. She liked watching me mutilate myself. I leaned in and kissed her passionately again. I'd never felt this way before, this indescribable attraction to another girl. She took my severed clit from my fingers and dropped the bloody gobbet into the dish with my lips, then as she started stripping off her clothes, I tried to help. She pulled her shirt over her head, and I gasped as I saw her breasts, cupped in a bra that concealed almost nothing. Her left was beautiful and unmarred, but her right tit just had a raw looking wound where her nipple should have been. "Oh my god, what happened?"

Bianca looked down at her chest. "Someone cut it off. They wanted to do it, and I wanted to let them, so I did." She grinned wickedly. "It was incredible."

I reached out to it, and stopped. "I guess I'm not one to talk. I'm missing a lot more than just a nipple."

Bianca took my hand. "You can touch it if you want." I let her guide my fingers to the hole in her breast. It felt rubbery and soft where I touched. She undid her skirt and dropped it to the floor. "My clit is gone, too." I put my hand between her legs and extended a finger under her clit hood. Sure enough there was an empty space where her pleasure button should have been. She let out a little gasp as I touched the wound. "That's why I can't orgasm easily."

I looked up at her, blushing as I made the perverted request that had been in the back of my mind for a while. "Can I lick your pussy again?" She climbed off the bed and jumped up onto the kitchen bench, spreading her legs and giving me an unimpeded view of her opening. I followed her, bending down between her legs and extending my tongue. Gingerly, I touched it to her wet, sticky labia, and ran it up her slit. The taste of her sex hit me for the second time that evening and I realised I was starting to like it. I took another lick.

Bianca grabbed the back of my head and held me against her pussy. I ran my tongue deep inside and nuzzled my nose into the empty space under her clit hood. I would have kept going, but she pulled my head back, and stopped me. I followed her gaze and saw that Cristi was starting to rouse and look around. "Do you like me, Nicola?" I nodded as I looked back up at her, hoping she would also like me enough to not want to snuff me. She turned my head to look at Cristiana. "I want you to pleasure her. I want to watch you eat out her pussy."

I got up and walked over to my best friend. She had realised she was naked, strapped to a chair with her legs apart. I reached over and pulled off the tape.

"Ow! What the hell is going on? Where are we? Why is everyone naked?"

I looked at Bianca. She had moved into the kitchen and was over by the grill. I saw her turn it on, flames licking up at the wires, and she tucked a small knife into the element, leaving it there as she exited the kitchen. For a second, the thought of getting that knife flashed across my mind, but I immediately discarded it. I didn't want us to be snuffed. I had to make Bianca like me, and that meant doing as I was told. "I think we're in Asia somewhere, possibly Japan. Bianca kidnapped us, she brought us here and she's going to torture us."

Cristi looked at me like I was insane. "The hell she is!"

Bianca stepped up. "Shut up, Cristiana." She looked at me. "Do it."

I got down between Cristiana's spread legs. She tried to protest. "Nikki, what are you doing? Stop!"

Bianca cut her off with a slap. "I'm the one in charge here. You both do what I tell you to. Nicola, please eat out your best friend."

I nodded and looked at Cristiana. "I have to, Cristi, it's best if we just do as she asks." Her cunt was right in front of me. I'd seen it in changing rooms before, but never this close, and for the first time I realised it was the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen. I knew she was proud of it, but I'd never been able to see it in such lovely detail before, and I felt a tinge of jealousy that she still had all her bits while I'd sacrificed mine. Sticking out my tongue, I could barely contain my excitement as I touched it to the bottom of Cristiana's pussy, and heard her gasp as I steadily licked up her slit.

The taste of her sex washed over me, and I licked it again and again, eliciting pants of pleasure from above. It tasted... sexy. Different from Bianca's. I licked it slower, a longer one this time, then again. I ran my tongue around her pussy lips and flicked it against her hood, causing her to whimper. I liked having this control over her.

Reaching up, I put my hands on her pelvis, pulling her pretty labia apart and exposing her entirely to my hungry eyes. It occurred to me bitterly that I no longer had a pair of these cute lips. She writhed as I ran my tongue around the rim of her entrance, shuddering with unwilling pleasure. I let go of her lips and took her entire mound in my mouth, wiggling my tongue into her vagina, stabbing it as deeply as I could and tasting the walls of her cunt. She looked at me, anger in her eyes, and I felt a bit guilty, but I didn't stop. I had no choice, I was being forced to do this. I just reminded myself that it wasn't my idea to perform lesbian oral sex on my best friend since high school.

Her wetness flowed into my mouth and I savoured the taste like it was honey. It was certainly an aphrodisiac, as my own pussy grew damp as well, even as mutilated as it was. I reached between my legs, trying to touch something that felt good, but my efforts were thwarted as there was nothing there that provided pleasure any more. I settled for playing with my breasts with one hand while I pinched Cristi's clit with the other, pulling and tugging on it. She was starting to moan and pant heavily now, and I released her pussy from my mouth, plunging my digits inside her while I took her clitoris between my lips, sucking it forcefully. Cristiana went crazy, bucking and screaming with lust. I felt her cunt clench around my fingers, and released her clit to return my lips to her opening. A flood of her come filled my mouth, and I felt some of it spill down my chin as I tried to swallow all I could. Cristiana went limp, too exhausted to move.




I stood up, letting out a yelp as Bianca slapped my behind. "Well done." She went to a cupboard and took out a narrow tray, bringing it over to the chair and placing it on the table beside us. It was full of long steel skewers of varying lengths and thicknesses. I just looked at her, waiting for her to explain. She stepped behind Cristiana and reached around my friend's body, fondling her breasts. "I want you to help me fill these fat tits with those things."

Cristi was getting furious now. "This screwed up sex game of yours has gone on long enough! Do you think I'm going to beg for mercy or something? I don't know how you managed to talk Nicci into performing that... depraved act on me, but you don't really expect me to believe you're going to hurt me, do you?" She sneered at Bianca. "You're not that bold."

Bianca was visibly upset. I could see Cristiana's influence over her still had an effect, but then she took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again I could see the determination in them. "Nicola, show Cristiana what we did you you."

I was embarrassed at having to show Cristiana the extent of my mutilation, but I did as Bianca asked, wincing as I hooked my hand under my knee and lifted my leg to the arm of the chair. Cristiana just stared in horror at the carnage that had previously been my vagina. "Jesus. What happened?"

Bianca held up the bowl with my amputated body parts in it for Cristiana to see. "Just a little amateur surgery with a scalpel. Am I bold now, Cristiana?"

Cristi's atmosphere of being in control crumbled as she realised what she was looking at, what I had endured. She tried to look away, but kept glancing back as though she couldn't believe what she saw. "God, no," She whispered. "I'm so sorry for all the bullying, Bianca, please! The photos weren't my idea! Nicola, you're my friend, don't do this... mmph!" With a thoughtful look on her face, Bianca stuffed a red ball gag into her mouth, strapping it behind her head, and part of me was relieved. I already felt guilty from going down on her, and that was a pleasant experience compared to what Bianca just told me to do. Hearing Cristi beg for mercy was making me feel worse.

I grabbed some skewers from the table and stood in front of her. This was it. I was about to torture a girl I considered my friend, to increase our odds of living through this. I had to get on Bianca's good side. I was sure that Cristiana would forgive me later, once this was over. She would understand there was no other way. I grabbed her left tit with one of the skewers in my other hand and positioned the point against the soft, sexy globe.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself. Cristiana got scared when she saw I was going to do it. She protested into the gag, and then let out a muffled scream of pain as I pushed. The skewer broke skin and I thrust it hard into the meat of her breast, part of me reveling in the sensation of feeling the metal make its way through her flesh. We both looked at it as a small point formed on the other side of the tit, myself with fascination and her with horror, and then with a thrust the bloody tip of the skewer burst out of her flesh with a small trickle of blood. I stood back and looked at my handiwork. I had to admit that it was kind of awesome, a long shaft of steel completely penetrating her breast from one side to the other. I grabbed a longer one and put it horizontally against her right tit.

Cristiana was screaming as I pushed it into her, rolling her eyes and banging her head against the headrest in pain. She stared at the skewer as it burst out the side of her right boob. I repositioned my hand on the end and pushed it further again, sending it deep into her left one. Cristiana groaned as it completed its journey, and I stood back and looked. She now had a steel rod going straight through both boobs, connecting them. Bianca had just watched me to start with, but now she picked up a third skewer and started to add to the number of spikes adorning my friend's breasts. I picked up a small one about six inches long and hiding it behind me, put my mouth to one of Cristi's quivering globes. My lips wrapped around her right nipple, and I sucked it like a lover. I felt the little nub harden as I flicked it with my tongue, and Cristiana's groans started to turn into moans as the pleasure I was giving her mixed with the pain. The respite was all too brief however, as I took the nipple from my mouth, and pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, I plunged the skewer straight through the top of her nipple, into her breast. Her cries renewed again with this latest steel intrusion into her body, and I stood back and watched Bianca add a few more skewers to the ones I had already decorated her with. I absentmindedly raised a hand to my own breast, caressing it as I wondered what it felt like to be Cristiana right now, with nearly a dozen shafts of metal piercing them in every direction.

To my relief, Cristi had stopped screaming, instead just groaning softly as she lay there. Bianca came up beside me. "I think her tits have taken all they can for now. Let's let give her a moment to recover. I don't want her to pass out from shock."

I nodded and took the opportunity to gaze at the various devices hanging on the walls. My eyes landed on the Japanese sword again and I felt goosebumps run down my arms. I was sure that it was sharp. Wandering over, I saw a shiny metal object lower down, sitting discreetly in a small box. I lifted it out and felt a twinge of lovely pain in my vagina. It was a pear of anguish. A lovely, phallic, golden device, with ornate lines carved into the four petals and a turnkey poking out the end. I carried it back to Bianca to show her what I'd found. "Have you ever used this on anyone?"

Bianca beamed as she saw it. "No, but I think I'd like to." She took it from me and held it up to my mouth. "Get it nice and wet for your friend." I obediently opened my lips wide and Bianca gently inserted the instrument of torture. I licked the steel object like a popsicle, and when I had coated it, Bianca opened the leg stirrups, stepping between Cristiana's legs and putting it at the entrance to her unprotected pussy. Cristi let out a squeal as Bianca pushed it in, her pussy lips engulfing the bulge, tightening around the narrow end as it popped inside. She reluctantly moaned in pleasure as it filled her, but then as Bianca started to turn the screw, watching as the quarters of the pear began to move apart. Cristiana was shrieking into the gag as she felt it expand, knowing what it would do to her.

The pear was stretching her to about the diameter of a soda can now, and Cristi's lips were stretched tight. Bianca stopped and stepped back, motioning for to me to take her place. "Do you want to have a turn?"

I nodded excitedly as I got between Cristiana's legs. "How much should I turn it?"

"As much as you want. Tear her open if you like."

Cristi glared at me as I began turning the device. I watched, aroused, as her labia began to stretch to their limit, trying to accommodate its incredible width. I could see right inside her, all the way to her cervix. After several revolutions, Cristiana let out a piercing scream and I felt something wet hit me in the face as she bucked her hips wildly within the restraints. Unable to stretch any further, her pussy had torn in the front, next to her clit. A bright red line had appeared, and it grew bigger as I turned the screw some more, making her muffled screams increase in intensity.

"Okay, that's enough." Bianca rested her hand on mine, before I turned the key again. "We don't want her to bleed too much yet, and I want her cunt relatively undamaged. Take it out as gently as you can." I started turning the key the other way, and Cristi let out a sigh of relief as the petals closed, giving her torn lips a reprieve. When the device was fully contracted, I pulled it out, hearing a tired grunt from my friend. It was coated in her vaginal fluids and a bit of blood here and there. Absentmindedly I started licking it again as I listened to Bianca talk.

"I'm going to do some pretty nasty things to you, Cristiana. You deserve it." Bianca stroked her fingertips down Cristi's stomach as the restrained girl shook with fear. "But first of all, I'm going to cut out your vagina." Cristi screamed into her gag in horror at her tormentor's words as Bianca touched her there, pinching her torn labia. I was shocked myself. Her vagina? As in the whole thing? I looked at the glowing knife in the grill and realised that this was what that was for. Bianca was going to carve out Cristi's entire pussy, cauterising the wound as she did it so Cristi didn't die from blood loss during the process. I felt a throbbing in my own maimed sex, and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that entire body part violently removed.

Bianca continued speaking. "I don't want you to be delirious from pain, or in shock when I do it, so I'm going to do it before we go any further. I want you to have you full mental faculties as you watch me push this knife into your pelvis and cut around that precious slit of yours. I want you to see everything as I detach it from your body. I want it to look nice and presentable once it's removed." I began to pant more heavily as I listened. I was reluctant to admit it, but I was excited. This was far beyond what I did to myself with a little scalpel. I was going to see my best friend forever lose her precious lady parts, and I was slightly ashamed that it didn't bother me at all. I was looking forward to this.

Cristiana protested incoherently as Bianca took the small knife from the element and ran it down her stomach, almost touching her skin. I could tell she felt the heat from the blade, and it occurred to me that the handle must have been a heat resistant material if Bianca could hold it as the knife was a dark orange glow. Finally stopping at her mound, Bianca moved it to the right of her lips, the ripped one leaking a small trickle of blood from the damage done by the pear. Cristiana was watching the knife, her eyes wide with fear, and then they bulged with horror as she saw it pierce her skin. There was a hiss of cooking flesh and Cristiana began to scream as Bianca pushed the knife slowly forward into the other girl's pelvis, to the side of her entrance.

The hilt came up to her body and Bianca didn't move it. Instead she picked up her cellphone, holding it up and taking a photo of the handle sticking out of Cristiana's pubic mound. Cristi just stared at it, screaming into the gag. Taking hold of the knife again, Bianca began to push the blade down, slicing an angry red line that trailed behind the still glowing steel. Smoke was escaping from the wound, the heated metal cauterising Cristi's exposed flesh as Bianca slowly cut to the perineum and around her pussy in a small V shape, sawing deeply as the bound girl screamed at the violent intrusion. Once the knife reached the top again, mirroring the cut on the other side, Bianca withdrew it. The glow had faded, so she put it back on the element.

I reached out a finger and stroked Cristiana's clit, still coated in my saliva. "Can you still feel this?" She didn't respond, not hearing me as she thrashed around, straining against the straps that held her in place. I slid my index finger inside her, trying to stimulate her, but as she continued sobbing I couldn't tell if she felt any pleasure amongst the pain. After a minute Bianca took the knife out again, its glow renewed, and put it against the end of the wound, pushing it deep into Cristi's mound a second time. This time she sliced horizontally across the front of my friend's sex, completing the triangular cut. "Nicola, would you like to do the honours?" She smiled as I wordlessly stood up, and I looked around for something to place Cristiana's pussy on. I spied a plate and grabbed it off the bench. I returned to the chair and got down between Cristiana's legs. Holding it out, I pinched her labia with one hand, pulling gently. Cristi's tear-stained eyes bulged as she saw her entire vaginal mound slide out of her body onto the white plate in my hand. Between her legs was just a red, sizzling opening, her cunt now a steaming pie shaped piece of meat on the plate. Her screams ceased as she went limp, passing out.

I handed the dish to Bianca, who placed it on the table.

I was feeling dizzy at what I had just seen. It was awful and horrible and at the same time, so incredibly exciting and erotic. To lose such an intimate, inherent part of oneself. The pain must have been crippling for Cristiana, but the knowledge that she was having such a precious body part taken from her must have been... exquisite. I gasped clutching at my breasts, digging my nails into them until I drew blood, faint red scratches running down the alabaster skin.

Bianca returned to my side to see what had me so worked up and suddenly I grabbed her breasts. Lowering my head to the one with a nipple, I took it in my mouth, sucking on it hungrily. I had never done this sort of thing with a girl before, but I was so horny I needed to feel the touch of skin on skin. "Oh god, Bianca," I murmured around her nipple. "I'm so worked up, I need to get off. What should I do?"

Bianca pried me off her breast. "If you want a bit of straight-style sex, I think there's a strap-on around here somewhere. I could use it on you, but you're pretty cut up down there and missing most of your bits. It would probably hurt." I purred with lust as I imagined her fucking me, and nodded my acceptance. I didn't care about the pain. Bianca indicated with a flick of her eyes. "Go over to the bed." I did as she asked, lying down and playing with my tits, reveling in the sensations as I squeezed them. I watched as she took a strapped dildo out of a cupboard and started to slide it into herself. I realised there was an attachment on the outside for an additional connection. She would be getting fucked at the same time as me.

She brought a box to the bed and opened it. "These are the different attachments." She held up two of them. I looked at the one on my left, a small rod about the size of a hairbrush. I had only ever once stuck something that large in myself before. My eyes moved to the one in her other hand. A large, silver, metallic shaft with sharp little spikes jutting out the sides by about half a finger's width at every angle. This was not a toy for giving a girl pleasure, it was a torture device that would inflict some serious damage. "If you answer correctly, I'll use the nice one. If you answer incorrectly, I get to use the naughty one." She wiggled the steel monster and I felt felt a touch of fear. If she used that I could forget about getting off. I'd probably never feel pleasure between my legs again.

"What's the question?"

"Did Cristiana tell you to get pics of me with Sara?"

I felt a surge of guilt. "No. I just happened to be at that party and saw you and her heading off to a bedroom. I thought I could get some shots for Cristi to just tease you with, but she broke into your face book... I'm really sorry." I whispered. "I never meant to make you drop out."

Bianca patted me on the shoulder. "Thanks for being honest. I forgive you." She held up the steel dildo wiggling it in front of me. "But, that was the answer that gets 'Mr. Spiky.'"

I sighed and thought about the damage I had already done to myself. In for a penny... "My pussy is pretty fucked up. Whats the worst we can do now?" I reached out and tapped one of the spikes and jerked my hand back, a drop of blood leaking from my finger. These things were sharp. I shivered with fear. Bianca nodded and started screwing it to her crotch. When she finished it stood out from her pelvis, a killer cock. I swallowed nervously. "That stuff you used to seal up my wounds. It should work on any wounds we make here, right? I think it will be a lot messier than what we did earlier."

"Yes, it should. I know a doctor who works with it. She told me its creating quite a stir among the medical community. It's seals up wounds like nothing else."

I smiled and simply lay back on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as I could, opening myself up to be fucked like never before. Bianca wordlessly climbed over me, positioning the dildo at my mutilated entrance. The smooth round tip of the steel cock nuzzled against the wounds of my labia, and I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my cry.

Then Bianca thrust forward, a look of bliss crossing her face, and I screamed into my palm as I felt the sharp spikes tear their way into my birth canal, ripping huge gashes in the tender lining of my cunt. I barely had time to catch my breath before she pulled out slowly, then thrust her hips forward again, creating new pathways of blinding pain inside me. I held both my hands to my mouth as she fucked me, tears spilling down my cheeks. It hurt so much, but somehow I loved it. My pussy was being ripped to shreds and I just wanted her to keep going.

Bianca's breasts slapped against my own as she moved back and forth, pleasuring herself on her end of the toy while my end did the opposite, and I put my arms around her and pulled her against me, wrapping my legs behind her butt and trying to pull her hips as deep into me as possible. My mind was being overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure and pain, and my eyes crossed as beyond all expectations I felt a climax building. Another thrust and I felt something else tear inside me as I exploded into an orgasm of agony, and then another one, and a third. I lost count as my mind went blank, until finally Bianca stopped moving, just lying on top of me with her steel shaft buried in my ruined pussy. Slowly, eventually, she began to stir. I winced as she pushed herself off me, sweat dripping from her forehead, then slowly, tenderly pulled the spiked dildo out of me one last time. Looking at it, I saw it was coated in blood and small pieces of flesh, and I felt more dripping down between my cheeks onto the bed. I put my hand down there and let out another wince as I touched myself. There was no substance down there. It just felt wet, and my fingers came away stained red. Bianca grabbed the can of medical spray and spread a gratuitous amount between my legs. As she put the can at my entrance and pressed the nozzle I felt the light substance coat my insides.

"Fuck..." I looked at Bianca's naked form, covered in sweat. "I don't think I'll be able to do that again."

"Probably not." She handed me a cloth and stroked her hand down the side of my breast. I was rocking gently with my hands between my legs, holding the cloth to my genitals as I tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my nether region while I came down from my sexual high. I was pretty sure my vagina was destroyed. It was so final, so permanent. This must be how Cristiana felt a moment ago. Feelings of sadness and immense loss welled up inside me, but at the same time I was somehow so turned on that if my pussy wasn't in ruins I had no doubt I would be fingering myself silly. I felt like I was going crazy.

Cristiana stirred. Eventually her eyes opened, and then she began to panic as the she noticed the agony still coming from between her legs. Climbing off the bed, I limped painfully over to her. Bianca picked up the plate that held Cristi's genitalia and held it up for her to see. My friend just stared at her former body part. Tears streamed down her eyes as they darted between the severed pussy in front of her and the gaping red hole where it used to be.

I reached over and took out her gag. "Oh god. It hurts. What have you done to me?"

I looked down apologetically. "Sorry, Cristi."

"Sorry? You're sorry? She cut out my entire vagina! I've been mutilated!"

Bianca handed me the plate and I looked down at the triangular piece of meat. The pussy still looked pristine despite a little tear on the lip, and immediately recognisable as the one I had pleasured before. It was so strange seeing it now without the hips that had housed it. Bianca turned back to Cristi. "You always claimed I liked to eat pussy, Cristiana. Well, you were right, and now I get to eat yours." I looked up in surprise at this. I hadn't realised Bianca was a cannibal, but suddenly having a kitchen down here made sense. I wondered what a girl's cooked pussy tasted like as I looked down at the cut of meat.

Cristi was aghast. "You're... you're not seriously going to eat it? It's my pussy! You can't!"

"It's not yours anymore, Cristiana, but since you seem to want it so badly, I'll give you a final taste before I fry it up." With that, Bianca picked up the cunt filet and held it to Cristiana's mouth.

She closed her lips of course, refusing to cooperate, so Bianca leaned down to her ear and whispered into it. "Cristiana, if you don't play nice I'll have to punish you. It won't hurt you to give your pussy a little lick for us, but it will hurt if I drag you over to that element and press one of your breasts against it. How about it, want to find out what it feels like to have your tits fried while they're still attached?"

Sobbing, Cristiana opened her mouth and extended her tongue to the severed meat. She licked up and down the lifeless lips and clitoris of her former opening, before pushing her tongue as deeply as she could into the hole. I felt myself become aroused as I watched Cristiana perform oral sex on her own amputated pussy. After a minute, Bianca took the meat away from her mouth, causing her to look away in disgust as a long string of saliva and pussy juice connected to her wet lips before breaking, and returned it to the plate. She had been forced to taste her own cunt. Not many girls are lucky enough to experience that. I suddenly thought of my own pussy lips, over on the table, and my mouth began to water. I realised I hadn't eaten anything since the morning when I sat in the cafe with Cristi. I was quite hungry.

Bianca held out the piece of meat to me. "Want a lick?"

It looked so sexy, lying there in her hand. I felt a rush of pleasure. I blushed and shook my head. "I don't need to, I've already licked it plenty."

"Come on, don't be shy." She held Cristiana's pussy up to my face. "I can see you're excited by this." I blushed deeper as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the slit. It tasted like it had before, still coated in the remnants of the last orgasm Cristi would ever be able to have.

"Are you really going to eat it?" I asked Bianca.

"Yep. It's going to be my first time actually eating a cooked pussy. I'm really looking forward to it." She looked closely at me. "Wondering what it's like?" I looked away, slightly ashamed at my perversion. "Hey, it's okay," Bianca said, stroking my hair, "if you're really interested in tasting a bit of pussy flesh, there's a couple of lips that no one needs anymore over in that bowl on the bench. Let's fry them up!" She winked at me and I tried to stifle a giggle. I could scarcely believe it, but I was actually tempted. She was right, it wasn't like I had a use for them.

"You know what?" Bianca grasped my breasts firmly, caressing them. "You should think about adding your tits to the menu." She leaned down and wrapped her lips around one of my hard nipples.

I looked at her in shock. "Are you serious? Eat my own breasts? I can't do that... My pussy was one thing, but to lose my breasts as well..." Cutting off my genitals had been agony, and the thought of sliding that shiny steel through my meat once more sent shivers down my spine.

Bianca took her mouth from my nipple with a soft pop. "You're losing them one way or another. I said earlier that I was only going to put off your debreasting temporarily, so it won't change the outcome. Well, I won't make you, but I have to say, a cute girl cutting off her own tits would be so hot to watch." I blushed at her compliment as she stepped back. "And just so you know, I've eaten some before, they taste much better than you'd imagine."

I had forgotten that my breasts were still destined for the chopping block tonight. Looking down at them, I saw my nipples grow harder at the thought. Was it fear that made them do that, or excitement? Bianca had drawn my thoughts to the twin globes poking out from my chest, and I found myself wondering if it would feel just as bad - and just as good - to cut into them as it had my pussy. Why was I having these thoughts?

My contemplation was interrupted by Bianca leaning forward and kissing me. I felt her lips on mine, and my head swam with dizziness, then she broke the kiss and kept eye contact with me as she lowered her mouth to my breast again. I watched intently as she continued sucking on my nipple, letting out a moan of lust. It struck me that the nipple in her mouth, the one giving me so much pleasure, wasn't going to be part of me much longer. Both nipples, and the soft tits that stuck out from my chest, no longer attached to my body. Just meat. What would it feel like, to hold them in my hands? To lift one to my mouth and suck on my own nipple?

I opened my mouth to protest again, but I hesitated, thinking about it for a second. I couldn't deny how aroused I was as I looked down at my boobs. Could I? Did the thought of eating them really appeal to me? How would they taste? If I was going to lose them anyway, what did it matter if it was by my own hand? I felt a shiver of excitement pass through me, and a rush of pleasure shot through the pain in my loins. I still didn't understand how that was possible. The last of my doubts vanished and I threw caution to the wind, smiling at Bianca. "Okay. I'll try. How do we do it? Should I use that knife from before?"

She squealed with delight and pulled me up by my hands. "Let's go and see what else we've got!" I limped after her as she dashed over to the makeshift kitchen section of the room I noticed earlier, slowed by the pit of fire between my legs. She placed Cristi's pussy in the fridge and when I got there she had pulled a large knife out of a knife block, and was fingering the edge. I swallowed as I imagined pushing that sharp steel into one of my tits.

Then I heard her gasp as she saw another device. She looked like this was the first time she'd seen it. Was this stuff not hers? Putting the blade back in the block, she reached over to an electric knife. She lifted it up and looked at the serrated edge before switching it on. The twin blades started sliding smoothly against each other. It was designed to cut through meat. I gulped. She switched it off and looked at me with wide eyes. "You've got to use this!"

Nodding, I took the knife from her. This was it. The moment of truth. My heart was thumping in my chest as I grasped my left breast, feeling my hand caress it for the last time. Pulling it out by my nipple, I turned the electric knife back on with a whir, and held the blurring edge close to my skin, vertically near the side of my stretched boob. I swallowed. Could I do this? My chest would never look the same again. I looked at my nipples and saw they were still as hard as rocks at the thought of what I was about to do. I knew then I was going to go through with it. "I'm sorry little titty," I whispered, "you and I have had wonderful times together, but it's time for us to part ways." Taking a deep breath, I pushed the automatic blade against my soft mound. It sunk into my titmeat without resistance, the cold steel separating red veins, spilling their contents down my body. I screamed in pain as I debreasted myself, tears streaming from my eyes as I slowly pushed the metal further, assisting the mechanical knife by sawing slightly. Blood was streaming down my arm and stomach as I cut towards the center of my chest, and I couldn't take my eyes off the hypnotic end of the knife bobbing up and down out of the top of my tit, a red line trailing behind it as I pushed it across my bust.

I lost the sensation of my hand holding it as I made progress, and then suddenly my tit was free in my hand, a wobbling mound of flesh in my palm, and I was hit by another orgasm despite the ruined state of my pussy. As I climaxed I clumsily reached out with a shaking hand and managed to drop my severed breast onto the chopping board with a splat. I could barely hear Bianca talking to me as she took the knife from my hand, switching if off and putting it down before spraying her sealant over the gaping hole on the left hand side of my chest. My lone remaining tit looked asymmetrical by itself. I looked at the one on the chopping board, reaching out to stroke it. It felt so familiar to the touch, soft and malleable with a nipple on top. I fingered it lightly with one hand, pinching my right and still-attached nipple with the other.

"Holy shit, you did it! That was amazing!" I focused on Bianca talking excitedly at me, and I was aware of my surroundings again. I had really done it! I had cut off my left breast. The feeling I had after mutilating my pussy had returned - pain, but with an overwhelming arousal making me pant with pleasure. I looked at my severed breast sitting on the board again as I fondled it, and thought it was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.

Bianca picked up the cleaver from the bench and stepped over to me. I moaned as she squeezed my remaining breast. "Do you think I could do the other one?" Her eyes were shining with delight, and it was clear to me that she was as turned on as I was.

I looked at the large blade in her hand. "God, yes." Shaking unsteadily, I stumbled over to the chopping board and pushed the disembodied tit lying on it to one side, making room. I leaned into the bench, laying my doomed breast against the wood. Bianca stepped up behind me, reaching around with the meat cleaver, positioning it above the slope of my breast, stroking my skin lightly with the sharp edge. Goosebumps spread across my skin. "Do it quickly, take it off." The waiting was driving me crazy, to feel it again, the mix of pain and pleasure. I was dreading it, but at the same time, part of me wanted it. Bianca slid the cleaver down to my erect nipple, cutting a red line as she gently sliced the sharp edge across the side of my hard nub. I let out a whimper of pain. "Please... just do it already... I want you to cut it off!" I whispered.

She teased me, smiling, as she returned the steel to the very top of my tit. I couldn't believe what I was saying, even after everything I'd done. Bianca raised the cleaver up above my head. My eyes were glued to it as she held it aloft, then my breath caught as she swung it down rapidly. I gasped as I watched her slam it into the base of the chopping board with a loud thud. For a split second, I thought she had missed, but then my brain registered that my breast was now on the opposite side of the steel blade to my body. Then I was screaming again as the pain hit me and I watched in aroused horror as it began to peel away from the metal with a wet sucking sound, until the pound of meat rolled forward onto the board, the exposed fatty insides bared for all to see.

My throat was hoarse, but I couldn't stop as I stared at the meat that had been freshly carved from my chest. My meat. Bianca picked it up, turning it over, and my eyes darted between the severed breast in her hand, my own breast, and the bloody hole that remained behind on my now featureless chest. Bianca dropped it back next to its twin on the board, and as she took care of the wound I found my mind drifting back to the day in the cafe. I had been admiring them in the mirror that morning, how could I have ever imagined that just a few hours later I would be flat-chested, my pert breasts ending up as meat on a kitchen chopping board, about to become a midnight snack for me and another girl? It felt so surreal.

Bianca finished sealing my wounds and cleaning the blood off my stomach and legs. I gingerly touched my chest, wincing as my fingers made contact with the exposed muscle. It wasn't wet - the sealant stopped blood flow on the surface, but it was still very painful to touch. Bianca started busying herself about the kitchen, setting up the cooking utensils and the grill, so I returned my attention to the twin pale mounds sitting on the chopping board. I wasn't sure how I felt, seeing my alabaster breasts lying there in a small puddle of blood. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen, and it felt so good despite the pain, but part of me knew that when this was over, I was going to have to face the reality that I had removed my own vulva and clitoris, allowed myself to be sexually mutilated, that I had cut off my own breasts - well, one of them - and judging from how things were progressing, probably also that I had cooked and eaten them before the end of the night. I wasn't sure how I would come to terms with being a girl without a girl's defining features. "Well, on the bright side I guess I don't have to worry about getting breast cancer anymore."

Bianca laughed over by the stove. "It's like they say, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!"

I reached out and caressed my former organs again, enjoying the softness as it molded to fit my hand. Picking one of them up, I brought the nipple to my mouth and gave it a small lick, then another. I opened my lips and tasted my own nipple for the first time, its rubbery texture pressed against my tongue, and slightly wished I had been less prudish as I had been growing up. I could have tried to do this when they were still attached to me. Looking up at Bianca past the ragged edge of the breast, I noticed she had finished preparing and was enjoying the sight of me playing with it. "You ready to get cooking?" she asked.

I put my breast back down and picked my pussy lips up out of the bowl that held them. Bianca had already heated up a pan while I had been playing with my boobs, and standing in front of it, I added a bit of oil and spread it around while she placed my tits on the grill next to the stove. I dropped the labia into the pan as though they were a couple of strips of bacon. They started sizzling as they hit the metal, and I coated them in oil as I moved the meaty lips around slightly so they wouldn't burn. It was a strange feeling, looking past the circular wounds on my chest where I once had breasts, down at my own frying pussy lips. The anticipation of consuming my own sexual parts was almost overwhelming. I really was a depraved pervert. I added my clitoris to the pan and continued to cook. After a while, my meat started to brown and crispen slightly, so I took the frying pan off the heat for a minute, before dishing the food out onto a plate.

Bianca stepped up to look at the results. "They look delicious! I don't suppose you'd let me have one...?"

She had a pouty look on her face that made me want to kiss her right there, but instead I picked up one of my steaming labia and held it up. "Say 'ahhhh.'"

She smiled and tilted her head back, opening her mouth. I lowered the pussy lip into her mouth, and enjoyed the sight of her biting into my meat as I did so, chewing on it with impassioned moans as though it was delicious. It probably was, and I wanted to find out. I picked up the remaining labia and unceremoniously popped it into my mouth. As soon as I bit down, the taste of my own pussy me hit me. It was fantastic! It tasted like meat, but at the same time, it had a hint of sex, sort of like how it tasted when I went down on Bianca earlier, or how my fingers tasted when I sucked them after playing with myself. The taste turned me on, and I wished I could squeeze my breasts or pinch my clit to bring myself pleasure, but of course that was impossible now with those parts gone.

My thoughts reminded me of my clitoris still on the plate. I picked it up, then looked over at Cristiana, who had her eyes closed and looked like she was trying to pretend she was back in Venice. The large red crater between her legs was very conspicuous, standing out against her pale smooth skin. "I don't want her to feel left out." I walked over and as she opened her eyes and looked at me I pulled the duct tape off her arm when it had been left. She opened her mouth in surprise and I popped my fried clit in before she could react, pressing the tape over her lips so she couldn't spit it out.

She let out an angry growl from behind the tape. "Just try to enjoy it Cristi, it tastes good. You can chew it up and swallow it or just suck on it for the rest of the night, I don't care." Cristi seemed to ask me a muffled question. "Oh, right." I realised she hadn't been paying attention to us. "It's my clitoris." She let out a scream and gagged, but I ignored her, returning to the kitchen. Bianca grinned and put her arms around my bare shoulders in an embrace. Our lips met and we kissed, her tongue moving around mine. I moaned with pleasure as we held each other, her breasts pressing against where mine used to be. I detected the slight hint of my pussy lips still lingering on our tongues and I savoured the eroticism of the moment, an aftertaste of sex all that remained of my vagina.

Bianca broke the kiss and gave me a small peck on the lips, bringing me out of my reverie. "Don't let your tits burn." I broke our embrace, turning back to my roasting breasts. Eating my pussy meat had whetted my appetite, and I found my mouth watering as I watched the darkening globes. I watched excitedly as Bianca collected some burger buns and salad from the fridge. "I thought some gourmet breast burgers would hit the spot." She flashed a smile at me as she showed me how to prepare my tits, the trick to making them as flavourful as possible and how to prevent them from burning on one side. I watched, enraptured, as the once soft pale skin of my former breasts became tanned and crispy as the flames of the grill licked at them. Finally, Bianca stated they were done as I cut a little slice in the side of one and saw steam waft out. I took them off the grill and crafted the titty burgers with a lettuce, tomato and a number of other sandwich ingredients, then served one each onto a plate.

Bianca pulled up some stools and as we sat down at the kitchen bench, I just watched Bianca at first as she started to devour the burger containing one of my roasted breasts. I wasn't sure if it was my left or my right one. Unable to wait any longer I picked up my own burger and opened my mouth wide, biting into it with a grunt. I got a large mouthful of bread and breast meat, and I moaned in gastronomic delight as it hit my palate. My breasts were delicious! We sat there together, enjoying the meal that I had supplied the meat for until I found myself licking the sauces off the plate, a feeling of contented fullness in my stomach.




My incredible meal finished, I slid off the stool, pushing it backwards as I stood. Returning to Cristiana I pulled the tape off her mouth. "Nothing in there? I guess you must have eaten my clitoris then. How was it?"

She made a disgusted look, staring at the two red holes on my chest in horror. "What the fuck have you done, Nicola? Oh my god, I can't believe you cut off your own breasts and ATE them!"

"Yeah, it's odd. It makes no sense, but it made me feel so good." I thought for a second and turned to Bianca. "Does this mean I'm a cannibal, or does it have to be another person's meat for it to count?" Bianca just shrugged.

I dismissed the question and turned back to my friend. "Nicola, please..."

I reached for the red ball gag and stuffed it back in despite Cristi's protests. I preferred the look of it to that of the tape. "I'm sorry Cristi. I hate hearing you beg. I don't think you'll appreciate being debreasted as much as I did, but that's where this is going, I realise that now. Just relax, and let it happen." I pointed to one of the cupboards. "Bianca, there's some nylon rope in there. Grab it for me would you?" Bianca seemed surprised, but she didn't argue. As she headed over to where I pointed, I wondered how I knew it was there. I shook my head, clearing the confusing thought and instead focused on the task at hand.

Causing Cristiana to wince, I started to extract the skewers from her boobs one by one. Each skewer left a tiny puncture wound behind which leaked a small amount of blood, but they were otherwise undamaged. Bianca returned and handed me the thin rope, and I started to wrap it around the hysterical Cristiana's breasts, eliciting a few squeals as I tied it off. The twin orbs bulged with the strain, turning a slightly reddish colour. I made a knot between her tits and pulling up one of the stools, I climbed onto it and looped the other end of the rope over the pulley that I had hung from earlier this evening. I fastened it to the mechanism and stepping down, I went to the switch Bianca had used and pressed it.

Cristiana yelped as her tits were pulled forward. "Bianca, just let her out of the chair, would you? But hold her arms." Bianca did as I asked and I kept holding the switch. Cristiana stumbled out of the chair as the rope pulled her forward, until she was standing right underneath the pulley. I grabbed some leather cuffs and approached the two girls. Taking one of Cristi's wrists from Bianca I forced it into the cuff, strapping it tight, then did the same with her other wrist, restraining both of her arms tightly behind her back. Cristiana was helpless, gagged and standing nearly on tiptoes to relieve the pressure on her bound tits.

I returned to the switch and prepared to press it, raising my friend into the air, if I could still call her that. I stopped, my finger a hair's width from the trigger, and my eyes were drawn back to the katana sitting on the wall. I had an idea, and a spark of excitement rushed through me. I left Cristiana where she stood and went over to the sword behind her, lifting it off the rack and admiring the ornate patterns along the scabbard. Placing my hand on the hilt I unsheathed it with a loud metallic ring, giving it an experimental swipe. I could see that it was sharp as the light glinted off the edge. I glanced at Bianca, an expression of uncertainty on her face, and tossed her the scabbard. She caught it and watched me intently to see what I was going to do.

Standing behind Cristiana, I made her yelp as I gave her cute ass a pinch, then took a step back and lifted the sword. Cristiana tensed, knowing that something was about to happen, and I didn't keep her waiting in fear any longer. I swung the naked blade in an arc in front of me. The curved steel slid through the air flawlessly, Cristi's thighs putting up no resistance as the blade sliced through them at an angle, like they weren't even there. Her perfect legs no longer supporting her, she dropped sharply until she reached the end of the rope, her tits wobbling as they suddenly stopped her descent, and her severed appendages fell to the ground with a pair of thumps. She screamed like a banshee, kicking the bloody stumps of her legs aimlessly as she hung there by her darkening breasts. Bloodlust overwhelmed me and I looked down at her ecstatically, the thrill of her torture giving me shivers.

I waited... Eventually Cristiana stopping flailing. Standing to the side of her, I watched her eyes dart around in confusion and then fear as she saw me raise the katana above my head. I swung the blade again, and in a heartbeat, the Japanese steel passed through her breasts like a hot knife through butter, severing the pale orbs where they were held by the rope. She fell to the floor knocking the air from her lungs, and a second later one of her tits, the one adorned with the beautiful butterfly tattoo, landed right in front of her with a splat. She had stopped screaming, exhausted from the amputation of her legs, and all she could do now was stare in disbelief at her own severed breast lying on the floor in front of her. The other tit was still entangled in the rope, so I reached out and took hold of the meaty organ, squeezing it as I pulled it from its restraints. I was almost in disbelief myself as I held one of Cristi's lovely breasts in my hands.

Bianca grabbed the medical spray and moved to use it on the bleeding girl, but I stopped her. "Here, take these." I handed her the katana and the tit I held and bent down by Cristiana. Picking up the other breast I tossed it to Bianca, who managed to catch it in her arm without dropping the first one. Sliding one hand under Cristi's back and the other under her butt, I picked her up off the ground. Her head hung back limply as she stared at her own breasts in Bianca's hands, and I carried her over to the kitchen bench.

I laid her down at the end of the table with her head hanging off the end and gestured for Bianca to deposit the breasts on the chopping board. Cristiana looked up at me as I reached around behind her and unstrapped the ball gag, taking it from her weak mouth and chucking it onto the bed. "Nicci, it hurts..." She was starting to look pale.

I shushed her and stroked her hair affectionately. "I know, love. It's nearly over."

She looked up at me with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you." She didn't resist as I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

Bianca was beside me and I stepped aside, letting her take my place. She held Cristiana's head up as I took back the sword from her and lifted it above my friend's neck. I raised my arms to swing. Cristi closed her eyes calmly, a tear rolling down her cheek as she waited for her pain to end. I ended it for her.

The sword sliced through her neck cleanly and her eyes shot open in shock, her mouth an 'O' of surprise. A gush of blood sprayed from her neck and her body gave a few twitches before laying still. Cristiana's decapitated head blinked a few times as I took it from Bianca, her long blonde hair hanging down below her severed neck, turning red as drops of blood spilled down the golden tresses. I kissed her one last time, licking the tip of her tongue with mine, and she responded for a sweet moment before she stopped moving altogether. I looked at her as I held her beautiful head, her eyes closed and a look of peace on her face, and felt a pang of sadness in my heart as I silently said goodbye to my best friend.

Putting Cristi's head down between the stumps of her legs, I let out the breath I had been holding and wiped my eyes. Bianca put her hand on my shoulder with concern in her eyes. "Are you okay?"

I nodded as I wiped the blood off the katana with a cloth and sheathed it in the scabbard, placing it down beside Cristiana's body. "Yeah, thanks. We should get started on me." Bianca gave me a questioning look. "It was naive to think we'd live through this. There's no going back to my old life. Not in the condition I'm in, and certainly not now." I went and lay down on the bed. "What are you going to do to me next?"

She appraised me thoughtfully. "Well, you've got no breasts to torture and your pussy is in shreds. I really enjoyed watching you cut off Cristiana's legs. Maybe I'll do that."

I looked down at them, wiggling my toes. "There's a modified circular saw in the cupboard where you got the rope." I stretched my arms above my head as Bianca retrieved the tool. It had been a long day. My chest still felt quite sore, my breasts a distant memory, but the pain was fading into the background with all the rest. Bianca came back with the power saw in hand. It was cordless and had the safety removed, a half-disc of jagged teeth. "Do you want me to restrain you?" I nodded and she snapped my arms and legs back into the manacles that had first held me when I arrived here. It felt like I'd come full circle. Bianca placed the saw against my shoulder and looked me in the eyes as she thumbed the button of the device that would destroy another part of my body. "I want to do your arms first. You ready?"

I nodded and Bianca started up the saw with a loud shrill whine. I screamed, clenching my fist, and blood spattered the bed and headboard as the silver blade began to cut into my flesh, but I grit my teeth and fought the pain as I watched Bianca push it through my arm. I gasped, out of breath as Bianca completed the cut, my left arm coming away from my body. I looked at my hand curiously as the fist unclenched, the fingers twitching and becoming limp. There was no stump left, it had been detached right where it joined my torso, between the bones. She grabbed the sealant and fixed up the wound, then moved around to my other side and started cutting again. Another of my limbs became meat for the oven. I was breathing heavily. This felt so weird. I tried to move my arms and could have sworn they were still there, but as I reached out in front of me towards the ceiling my lack of appendages was apparent. I felt helpless all of a sudden, unable to reach out and do, well... anything. Bianca picked up one of my arms and used my own lifeless hand to stroke my cheek. She grinned at my bewildered expression. "I'm going to fist myself with this later." She grabbed both of my arms and laid them on the kitchen bench.

My heart was thudding in my chest as she moved to the bottom of the bed and stroked my leg, moving her hand lightly up and down near my ruined pussy. I felt goosebumps spread across my skin as I moaned happily. She put the saw between my legs, to the side of my ruined mound, and I felt the same inexplicable spark of pleasure in my loins that had been mystifying me all night. I simply embraced the pleasure, grateful that I could still feel it. The saw buzzed to life again as it cut into my leg, and I let out a stifled groan as the blade worked its way up through my hip. The sheets were being stained red. I chuckled to myself. As if they mattered. It wasn't something I would have to worry about. All my concerns were going to simply disappear tonight.

My consciousness was wavering, and before I knew it my second leg was gone as well. Bianca finished spraying the wound and picked up my lower limbs. I looked over at her as she carried them over to the kitchen in her arms and then retrieved Cristi's lovely legs to add them to the pile of severed limbs. I tried to imagine what they would look like, cooked to golden brown and dripping with sauces, and my mouth watered at the thought despite my full stomach. I tried to move down the bed to get a better view of them and found it difficult. All I seemed to be able to do was roll. Using my head and my ass I managed to inch to the side slightly, but I didn't make much progress and gave up, waiting for Bianca to return.

She sat down beside me on the bed when she did, grinning. "Trying to go somewhere?"

"Ha ha! You're hilarious, kitten." I made a face at her. "What's next? Are you going to decapitate me?"

She produced a set of small firecrackers from behind her, biting her lip with a grin. "These were in the cupboard with the saw. Want me to light them inside you?" I felt a thrill at her suggestion and nodded. Bianca positioned them between my legs and I grunted as she pushed the small explosives into the ruined hole at the bottom of my limbless torso.

"Can you help me up? I want to get a good view." Bianca nodded and slid me up the bed so that my shoulder blades rested on the headboard. I stared down the the wick coming out of my pussy as Bianca produced a silver lighter, flicking the lid up and igniting it with a spark. She touched the flame to the fuse and stepped back. I watched it eagerly as it burned its way towards my vagina, and then it was gone from view. All I could hear was my heart beating in my chest as I waited.

I barely heard the series of tiny explosions, muffled by my vagina, but I felt like I had been repeatedly punched in the abdomen, the wind knocked out of me. A spray of blood burst out of my pussy splattering the sheets and a burning smell filled my nostrils, followed by a red stream that continued to flow fast and Bianca quickly leaned down with the medical spray to seal it. She pushed the nozzle. A sputtering burst of sealant came out... and then stopped. The can was empty. "Shit." Bianca grabbed the rag I had used to clean the katana, but it was no use.

My head swam as my blood poured out of me. This was it. Bianca looked upset, and I wanted to tell her it was okay, that this fate no longer bothered me, but the words wouldn't come. I felt cold as my vision began to turn grey at the edges, and then my eyes were closing. I heard her speaking but couldn't make out the words, and then I drifted away.


I grabbed the headset off my head and tossed it on my pillow as I rolled off the bed, a sticky wet patch remaining where I had orgasmed repeatedly. I dashed down to the basement, bursting in to see Bianca leaning over Nicola's unconscious form, an expression of worry on her face. "She's bleeding out."

"I know, kitten." I made a beeline to the fridge, punching a code into the pinpad on the second door. Opening it, I reached in and grabbed the spare can of medical spray I kept there and tossed it to Bianca. "Seal her up, quickly." I turned back to the shelves. Blood packs were stacked there, appropriated from the labs. I had gleaned Nicola's blood type from her memories, and I took a pack of it and grabbed some tubing before hurrying over to the bed.

Bianca had stopped the bleeding. She looked at the blood bag in my hands. "You're going to save her?"

I thought about my reasons while I set up the transfusion, pushing a peripheral IV line into her stomach. Normally I would have used an arm, but that obviously wasn't possible in this case. "I guess you could say I feel a connection to her." Setting up a stand I hooked up the blood bag and watched the precious red liquid flow into her. "I know her intimately, and I don't think I want her to disappear from this world just yet."

Bianca looked at me as I pulled up a chair and sat down, exhaling. "What are we going to do with her?"

I looked at her. "She was right about never being able to go back to her old life. Without arms or legs, she's going to need someone to take care of her. That means feeding her, cleaning up after her... Think you're up to it?"

Bianca nodded. "I'm okay with that." She looked down at the limbless body sleeping on the bed. "What kind of life can she lead though? She's going to get pretty bored lying in bed all day."

I looked down and Nicola. Just a head and torso. No arms, legs, breasts or vagina. "You can teach her to be a fantastic pussy licker." Bianca unsuccessfully tried to stifle a laugh. "She's stabilised for now. I'm going to have to do a bit of work on her though, repair some of the damage. For now, I'm starving. Nicola might have eaten in the last few hours, but I haven't and my stomach is about to mutiny."

Bianca went into the kitchen. "Want me to cook you up one of Cristiana's breasts?" I nodded and while she cooked I went about deconstructing Cristi's body for storage with a small electric saw. Once it was all packed away in the freezer along with Nicola's former appendages, I pulled up the stool and sat in the same place I had earlier when I had been piggybacking in the other girl's mind. Bianca was grilling up one of the breasts along with Cristi's vagina. She must have had a bit of appetite left. It was going to be her first taste of pussy meat and I was looking forward to seeing her eat it.

Before long she joined me at the table, placing the plates down and sliding one over to me with a golden brown tit on it. I looked down at the sexy curve and saw Cristi's blue butterfly tattoo near the edge. There was no mistaking that it was her breast, cooked to perfection and ready to eat. I waited though, instead watching Bianca as she picked up the steaming pussy whole, licking her lips. She opened her mouth and bit down into the lower end of it, tearing off a mouthful of pussy lips and chewing them blissfully. She moaned in pleasure as she swallowed the female meat. "Oh my god, this is divine!"

I smirked at her. "It's addictive, isn't it?"

Bianca took another bite, more of Cristi's slit disappearing into her mouth. "Mmmmm. One just isn't enough!"

"It never is!" I said with a laugh. I started digging into my own meal. "There's... something I've been meaning to ask you for a while. I need you to do something for me."

She looked at me with adoring eyes. "Anything."

"I want you to take over as head of programming on the nanite project."

She swallowed her mouthful of vagina and looked at me in surprise. "I wasn't expecting that. Why? I didn't even finish college."

I speared a piece of tit on my fork, consuming it before continuing. "I had to torpedo the project because of the repercussions if this got out. Mind control, telepathy, this can't become public knowledge. These things are in my head now. Forget the chaos that would ensue to the power balance of the world, what if someone were to sneak into my mind using my own tech? They could find out everything I've done. That'd be it for me. For both of us." I reached out and took her hand. "Education is no problem. I can hire the best tutors in the world to teach you to be an expert. What I need is someone loyal. Someone who knows my darkest secrets and protects them. You're the only one, Bianca. I'm asking you to guard the gates to my entire consciousness."

She thought for a second. "My debreasting?"

I frowned. "Debreasting takes a long time to heal, and time is something I don't have, Bianca. I know I promised to cut you up, but I need this. I need you." I looked at her with the most endearing look I could muster. "Please."

She had come to the top of the pussy while I spoke. Taking a deep breath, she beamed at me. "When you put it like that, how can I refuse?" I brightened at her response as she bit into the top end of Cristi's cunt filet, happily devouring the clitoris and the hood that had once protected it.

I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed it tenderly as she chewed on the roast pussy. "Thank you." I continued to outline my plans to her as we ate our delicious meal. After eating my fill I dropped the knife and fork to the plate, satiated.

Bianca picked up the plates and took them to the kitchen to wash. "How soon do you want me to start?"

"I have to make some preparations, shift some things around at the lab." I said. "In a few weeks I'll introduce you to the teams. Hirimoto will be in charge of the physical design of the nanites, you'll be spearheading the software. I'm going to tell him I'm having you program the mind reading capability out of the machines. And you will. I want two versions of software. One for the public, and one for me."

I reached down into my bag and pulled out an object, placing it on the bench. "Bianca..." I purred to her softly, "Losing your breasts would take too long to recover from, but there are other body parts which can be patched up enough in a fortnight to venture into public."

She turned around and looked down at the shears I had placed there. They were the pair I had threatened her labia with back in Italy when I had kidnapped her. Bianca's expression turned into one of faint hope. A wicked smile crept across my face. "Feel like losing a couple of pieces of meat?"

Bianca sat between my legs, the two of us facing the camera. Bianca spread her legs wide and I reached around, caressing her soaking vagina. I started to play with it, but she stopped me. "Please, I can't wait any longer. Don't bother trying to get me off, just take them from me already." I complied, reaching down between her legs with the shears, stroking them up and down her lips.

To my surprise Bianca reached around behind her and started to play with my pussy. I let her pull my clit and insert a couple of fingers into me, causing me to moan as she pinched and tugged blindly, her eyes fixated on the blades which I was positioning around her delicate sex. I pulled on her pussy lips with one hand and squeezed the shears gently with the other, the blades pinching them ever so slightly, just as they had when the two of us first met. I hesitated, teasing her.

"Please," she whimpered, "cut them off."

I kissed her softly on the neck and squeezed. She let out a shriek as the steel bit into her flesh but tried to keep her pelvis from shaking with pain.

"Ohgodohgodohgod, holy SHIIIEEEAAAAARRGH!" Bianca began to scream in earnest as I cut into her labia, and she pinched my clit hard in shock. I didn't let it stop me though, enjoying the pain in my own pussy as I continued to close the shears around her soft lips. The blades came together with an audible snip, blood streaming from her vagina and running down my hands.

I opened the shears again and moved them up her slit for another cut, nestling another inch of her sex between the steel. The two of us didn't taking our eyes off her labia as I slowly squeezed the shears closed a second time, and Bianca's screams renewed as the blades continued to slice through the sexy tissue with a second snip. I moved the shears up her pelvis some more, trimming away the loose flesh that framed her pussy, and finally it came away in my hand as I reached the top of her opening. I held up the bloody meat in front of us, Bianca's screams dying away with a gurgle as she looked at her own amputated cunt lips dangling between my fingers.

I held them up to her mouth, and she obediently opened it, allowing me to stuff them inside. Her questing fingers increased in intensity as she ate her own genitalia, and as I thrust my pelvis against her hand, rubbing my breasts against her back and moaning in pleasure both from her ministrations and from watching her consume her raw pussy meat. I saw her swallow, and then I went cross-eyed as my climax hit, dropping the shears I had still been holding and wrapping my arms around Bianca, holding her tightly. We fell back on the bed, panting. I don't know how long we simply lay there, but eventually I tried to extricate myself out from under her. "I need to treat your pussy. You're bleeding quite a bit."

Bianca still looked as though she was far away, her eyes unfocused. "That was amazing." she whispered with a content smile on her face. I cleaned up her wounds, coating them in sealant as I worked. I looked up at the dreamy eyed girl who I had just decunted, and my heart leapt as I imagined the fun we could have together. I had found something I had never expected to find - someone to share myself with, completely, all my secret perversions laid bare.

I pulled up outside the entrance to the sprawling lab complex in San Francisco. It had been nearly five months since Love Technologies had taken it over. A few doses of nanites to expose all the dirty little secrets their CEO had been hiding, leaked to the right people, had enabled me to buy the necessary shares at a ridiculously low price.

Bianca had stayed behind in Japan. She had a lot of work to do on the nanite software, and with the help of a few competitor's companies that had also been acquired for a song with a bit of inside information, we had been making excellent progress on the physical components. Bianca's vagina had healed up wonderfully once I had done a bit of work on it, you could barely see the scars where she used to have labia. It was now just a smooth featureless hole between her legs, but I still enjoyed playing with it. It was quite a bit more difficult to bring her to orgasm of course, but I had managed a few times since that night, with a lot of internal stimulation and breast play.

Nicola was also healing well. The firecracker had liquefied what remained of her reproductive system, and I had had to give her a complete hysterectomy. Her urethra had been destroyed as well, so she needed a catheter to pee, but luckily her rectum had only been slightly damaged and I had managed to save it. She couldn't leave her bed, but we gave her a tv to watch and a course of antidepressants and her mental health was surprisingly positive. Bianca was taking excellent care of her, taking my suggestion seriously and training her to be a master at cunnilingus. We fed her some of her own arms and legs, and then started with the rest of Cristiana's body. She still didn't seem too guilt-ridden, even though she thought she willingly partook in her friend's snuffing. She had changed, more submissive now. Perhaps giving her will over to us was how she subconsciously absolved herself of her responsibility, or perhaps it was just her acceptance of how completely helpless she is without us.

I turned off the engine and got out, leaving it outside the front doors in my own private spot, and made my way to the one of the genetics labs I had appropriated for my own 'off the books' agenda. I was greeted by a small blonde man with glasses, who was easily excitable when talking about his own work, as most scientists I knew were. A man with excellent knowledge of human DNA and most importantly, not above a well placed bribe or two.

"Miss Love, so glad to see you again." He bustled me along in front of him. "She's finished, as I told you over the phone, and some of my best work if I may say so."

"Glad to hear it. It certainly cost me a substantial sum."

"Money well spent!" He exclaimed as we came to a set of clear tanks filled with liquid. A stationary figure floated in the centre one. He stretched out his arms in a grandiose flourish and bowed like a performer.

"She's everything you said she would be?"

"That's right. There's no higher brain function. There's enough activity to keep the subject breathing and her heart beating, but she has no consciousness. Something about the growth speed just doesn't allow it to develop properly. Now that the process has been nailed down I should be able to grow some more within three months." He looked at the floating body. "What exactly are they for?"

I shrugged. "Just some medical experiments. Using sentient people would be unethical, don't you think?"

He grunted noncommittally. "If this gets out people aren't going to be seeing shades of grey when it comes to ethics. They'll crucify us."

"Then it had best never get out. You'll be well compensated for your discretion."

He visibly brightened up at hearing my reassurances. "Of course, I assure you I've taken great pains to make sure everything here is off the records."

I looked back at the tank. "You really have outdone yourself, Doctor." I reached out and touched the glass, the dark-haired figure on the other side floating silently, her eyes closed as though she was sleeping. I smiled wickedly. "It's like looking into a mirror."


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