Chapter 4: Right

She watched in horror as blood spurted out from the gash with her every heartbeat. She screamed but the gag kept her voice sealed. She thrashed everywhere but the cuffs didn’t move an inch. She couldn’t do anything but watch as spritz of blood flew in the air and splattered on her chest. It came out in short sporadic burst like blood ejecting from the needle of a syringe. Then, the pain hit her. It wasn’t like stubbing her toes or bruising her knee. This was on a whole different level. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the raw air came in contact with the delicate nerves of her severed tip. She was breathing hard.

“Wow! That’s a health nipple! It works! The ice works!” exclaimed the man in delight.

“You see, the previous nipples I cut didn’t come out like this. The wound closed pretty fast and blood just seeped out. They didn’t pump out like yours. The trick was the ice. It hardened your membranes and prevented the blood vessels from closing up. Well, it will close in time but not immediately. And given the size of your nipples, it worked perfect this time! Isn’t it cool?”

Blood continued to spurt out as she squirmed her body. She bit down on the gag hoping it would somewhat relieve the pain.

“We’ll have to wait for the blood to die down. Meanwhile, let me setup for the next stage” said the man and disappeared into the darkness again.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing pain. She was still breathing heavily but her heartbeat slowed down a bit. Just as she was beginning to cope with the pain, the man returned, holding a tray in his hands. He placed it next to her so she could see what was in there. She immediately shook her head in plea upon seeing scalpels, tweezers and all kinds of surgical equipment. She jolted her body and whimper in fear. But nothing worked for she was under the mercy of the cuffs.

“I’ve seen woman anatomy from the previous tits, but you see, yours are just too gorgeous to ignore. I’m really looking forward to find what’s in there. With that said, let’s begin!”

He took a cloth and wiped off the blood on her right breast. “Looks like the bleeding has stopped.”

He took a scalpel and positioned it vertically right under the wound. She resisted him and vigorously shook her chest.

“Don’t do that, I might end up cutting something else!” demanded the man as he tried to hold her down. But she didn’t give in.

“Mm. Alright. If you won’t settle down, then I just have to make you.”

The man reached out for a tiny bottle and a syringe. He punctured the top with the needle and drew some yellow liquid into the syringe. He then held her shoulder and stabbed it with the needle, injecting some of this fluid. He did the same for the other shoulder. Her groin where the legs meet was the next victim. One shot in the edge of each leg and the syringe was empty. There was a total of four injections. Suddenly, her limbs went limp. She was shocked at this because she could no longer control her body. Her head and neck were the only parts still movable.

“What I just injected you wasn’t anesthesia. It’s just something that disables your body momentarily. Here, you can still feel my hands on your legs, can’t you?” explained the man with a smirk on his face. She immediately understood what was happening. Even though her limbs stopped functioning, the man wasn’t going to stop her from feeling pain. She started to cry out in fear as the man continued.

He pushed in the scalpel to break the skin but not deep enough to damage the tissue underneath. Slowly, he brought it down, splitting the skin in the wake of the sharp edge and stopped once the blade reached the base of her breast. He withdrew the scalpel and repeated the process with the upper section of her breast. Once the cuts were made, he did the same incisions with the right and left sections following the same procedure. What resulted was a cut mount in four equal quarters. She bit on the gag and flinched with every movement the blade made. It was sawing off her skin but it wasn’t nearly as painful as the burning sensation of her missing teat.

“Did you know the human body is made up of three parts?” asked the man in a rhetorical manner.

“The skin, the flesh and the bone. But, did you also know they are separable? For instance, I can take this part of your skin and peel it off like a banana.”

He took hold of the lower right skin of her cut breast and dug his thumb into the wound in search for a good grip. With the other hand, he grabbed hold of the breast, and started to pull the skin off her breast. She screamed in agony as the man worked his way down, ripping off her tender white skin to reveal the yellowy fat beneath it.

He commented, “I’m impressed at its massive size. I had a hard time grabbing hold of previous tits, but this? At ease!” He stopped peeling once the skin, detached from the tissue, reached the base of her breast. He let it down, inside top on her belly. He repeated the same process with the remaining three pieces of skin. With every tug, she felt her skin peel away while the excruciating pain cause her to pant heavily. When he was done, the skin on her right breast was completely peeled off and looked like four flower petals. In the middle, lie a chuck of breast tissue covered with yellow fat and blood veins. She felt her torn skin touch her own skin and her exposed breast fat sizzle in pain.

“Now, for the next step to work, I first have to cauterize your blood vessels. This little device is called a Cautery. It’s like a little scissor but with a hot tip. So whatever is being cut is immediately sealed off with the heat.”

He held the Cautery in one hand and a tweezer in the other.

“Look at this. You can see two vessels popping out on the surface. Let’s cut that!” He lifted the blood vein in the tweezer, careful not to damage it. With one swift clip, he snapped it in two. The heated tip immediately sealed the vessel, preventing blood from escaping. He did the same with the remaining vein.

“There we go. Female anatomy lesson number one. The breast is made up for blood vessels, fats, ducts and mammary glands. Those were the blood vessels. This yellow thing you see is the fat. Underneath it is the ducts and glands. Ducts are nothing interesting but the glands? They’re something. Glands differ in size for each breast size. Your is quite big so we can expect large glands. Let’s find out for ourselves, shall we?”

The man picked up the tweezer and another knife, but this one was shaped oddly like a spoon.

She desperately shook her head in an attempt to disagree, but the man took no heed. With the tweezer, he snatched hold of one of the many fat tissues and gently tugged it. She then understood what the spoonish knife was for. He was going to remove the fat chucks from her body. She screamed, but it didn’t help. Soon, the man starts to scrape of the fat tissues in her breast. She wanted to bite down her teeth but the gag was blocking her way. With every scratch, the intense pain caused her to curl her toes and fingers in agony. He move on to the next tissue when the first mammary gland became visible. He did his work from top to bottom in a clockwise direction.

“Although it’s really hard, it’s not entirely impossible to separate the glands from the fat” whispered the man while he finishes the last tissue, and scraped the chunk from her breast and place it in a cup on the tray. She was wiggling in agony as the man stood up to admire his work. Her breast has lost one-third of its size and all that remain were some tissue, sacs of mammary glands and ducts connecting them.

“Inside these sacs are tiny mammary glands. What to see one?”

He snapped of one of the outer sacs and held it in his hand. This action didn’t add to her pain because there were less nerves in the sacs than in the rest of her breast. With the scalpel, he made a small cut above the sac. With two fingers, he squeezed out its contents. Tiny pieces of mammary glands flushed out of it. Satisfied, he dropped the damaged sac on the tray and continued with his scrapping. With the tweezers, he separated the gland sacs from the surrounding tissue and with a scalpel, he carefully maneuvered the blade to cut off the flesh.

By now, the pain has effect the secretion glands in her genitals. Semi-clear and sticky yet scented lubricant slowly seeped out of the opening of her vagina and collect on the table beneath.

After minutes of operation, the glands were the only things that remained on her right breast. Her breast has lost half its size and the sacs together looked like a bundle of oval grapes. She had now lost her voice and tears continually stream down from her eyes.

“The nipple is where the ducts meet. Since it was cut off, the ducts are now separated. I need something to bind them” said the man. He picked up a piece of rubber band and tied the end of breast, binding the ducts together in a single bundle.

“Now for the last part. Your blood vessels are cauterized, the fats are gone, and the tissues are also gone so all that remain are your sacs of milk glands. What this mean is, there’s nothing holding them to your chest. If I do this…”

He suddenly grabbed hold of the ducts bundle and jerked it.

“… this happens.”

Her glands came off clean from her chest. All that remains of her right breast was now a meaty stump. He held the bundle of glands high in the air and gently shook off the dripping blood. Her eyes followed his hands as the man put them on the cup where her fats were. She then whimpered as she looked down to see an empty stump on her right chest: only one prized breast left.