Friday afternoon

I looked at the clock for what was probably the seventh time that minute. And just like the previous six times, it was still two minutes to five. The seconds hand had started its slow ascent towards the top again. The history teacher was droning on about something, but I hadn’t exactly been paying attention for the past half hour, focusing instead on the hands of the clock slowly but inexorably moving towards the five o’clock position. I think the lesson was about some war. Maybe the Civil War? Or the Vietnam War? Whichever one it was, I had far more pressing concerns. In two minutes – scratch that, one minute and forty-two seconds – school would be out.

Under normal circumstances that would be a cause for happiness, as it meant the start of the weekend; two days of blessed freedom. Today, however, my feelings were decidedly more mixed. Because in… one minute and thirty-six seconds I would have to leave this classroom and go out into the hallway. The hallway where Cassie would be waiting. And despite my prodding for the past few days about what she was planning to do to me, all I’d managed to get out of her was that same evil grin, and a “Just wait and see, Susan, just wait and see.”

Okay, I was pretty sure she wasn’t actually going to kill me, but it was a fair bet I was going to end up in rather more pieces than the factory default. On the other hand, giving someone else complete control to do whatever they wanted with you would be kind of hot…

Thinking about Cassie had distracted me from the clock, so I nearly had a heart attack when the school bell jolted me from my thoughts. “Remember, class, read chapters five and six for next time!” the teacher shouted over the noise of students tossing their books in their bags and rushing out of the classroom. I exited as well, though at a decidedly slower pace. Not really watching where I was going, I almost bumped into someone who was standing just outside the door. I looked up and was met with a radiant smile. “Hi, Susan! Ready to go?” Cassie clearly was rather excited. “Hey, Cassie. Yeah, let’s get this over with, shall we?” I said unenthusiastically. “We’ll need to swing by my place first,” said Cassie. “There’s a few supplies I need to pick up.” I shrugged. “Okay.”

As we made our way through the forest Cassie said: “You know, we don’t have to wait until we get to your house. We could always just do it here. It’s not like anyone else comes by here anyway.” I cast a look around. “Yeah, I can’t wait to have small forest critters run off with my body parts. No way missy, if you want to cut me up we’re going to do it in the comfort of my room.” Cassie huffed. “Spoilsport.” I stuck my tongue out at her. “Hm. I think I know which part I’m cutting off first,” she said as she once again flashed me that infuriating evil smile of her. I quickly retracted my tongue. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Shortly after, we arrived at Cassie’s house. “Just wait out here, I’ll only be a second.” She came back out in under a minute, calling back to her mother: “Bye mom, see you Saturday evening!”

“Bye honey!” I heard her mother call back. I was about to call goodbye to her too when I saw the giant duffel bag Cassie was carrying. It was almost bigger than she was! “I, uh… don’t suppose those are clothes for the weekend?” Cassie patted my cheek. “Oh, Susan. You’re so cute when you’re being naive,” she smiled. Gulp. Oh yeah, this wasn’t going to be the least bit unpleasant. Slowly I followed her, resigned to my fate. “Come on slowpoke!,” Cassie called out from a couple of yards in front of me, “Time’s a-wastin’!”

“You do know you’re enjoying this far too much, do you?” She stopped and turned around. “You don’t know the half of it.” Wonderful. At least my torturer would be enjoying herself. Cassie was the first to reach the front door of my house and stood there tapping her foot impatiently while waiting for me to open it. “Come on, this stuff is heavy, you know.”

“Well, it’s your own fault. What the hell did you bring, anyway? It’s not like we don’t have supplies here.” Cassie lowered her head a little and raised her eyebrows at me, waiting for me to answer my own question. “Yeah, yeah, I know, wait and see,” I said, rolling my eyes as I opened the door. “Anyway, come in. You want anything to drink before we get started?”

“No, I want you upstairs and tied to your bed,” Cassie replied. “Well, you go ahead then. I want a drink first.” I kicked off my shoes and walked over to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of orange juice. And just to annoy Cassie, I then proceeded to drink it in the slowest way possible, taking tiny sips. I tried my best not to laugh as I could practically see the thundercloud forming over Cassie’s head. I knew I’d already agreed to this, but that didn’t mean I had to make it easy on her. I was going to resist her as much as possible while I still could. “You do know you’re only making things worse for yourself, right?”

Damn. She had a point. I tossed back the rest of the glass in a single gulp. “There. All done,” I smiled sweetly. “Finally. Now get your cute butt upstairs and go lie down on your bed.” I briefly considered cutting off my butt cheeks and throwing them upstairs, but at this point I figured that would only get me in more trouble. Cassie didn’t look like she was in the mood for wordplay. So instead I walked up the stairs, followed by Cassie, who was carrying the duffel bag. I flopped down on my bed and adopted the same spread-eagled position Cassie had been in, waiting for Cassie to tie me up with the ropes I’d already laid out on the nightstand. But Cassie cleared her throat, standing with her arms crossed. “Ahem. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Like what?” I asked. “Your clothes. Unless those can magically put themselves back together too, you’re going to need to take those off.” I looked up to the ceiling mirror for a quick review of what I was wearing. A pretty old pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was quickly losing what little claim it had to being considered ‘in fashion’. The underwear wasn’t much better: a white cotton bra and pink cotton panties. Clearly, laundry day was fast approaching. All in all, nothing I’d lament losing. And frankly, I was kind of curious how far Cassie was going to take this. “Eh, I’m sure you’ll make do.” She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She tied my arms and legs to the bedposts, made sure the knots were secure and walked over to her duffel bag. I tried pulling on the ropes, but it was no use. I was in this for the duration.

Cassie finished rummaging around in the bag and stood back up holding a sturdy pair of scissors. She walked back over to the bed, pulled off my socks and kneeled between my legs. She touched the nail of the big toe on my left foot with the tip of the scissors and started slowly dragging it down my bare foot and then up the outside of my jeans.

“I feel like it’s Christmas morning and I get to unwrap my present,” she giggled, “but where to begin?” When she reached the bottom of my t-shirt, she stopped. “How about we start small?” She slipped the hand holding the scissors under my t-shirt and continued her slow upward movement. I had to fight to stop from giggling, because it tickled quite a bit. Cassie’s hand reached my bra and she positioned the blades around the band between the cups. A quick snip later I felt the tension disappear as the two cups drew apart. Cassie repeated the process for the two shoulder straps, grabbed one of the cups between her thumb and index finger and withdrew her hand, leaving me braless. I had to admit I was getting a little turned on. “Are you cold?” Cassie asked, staring at my breasts. I followed her gaze and saw that my erect nipples were clearly visible through the t-shirt. “No, just happy see to see you.”

“Glad to hear it. Let’s continue, shall we?” She moved the scissors to my left hip, the tips pointing towards my feet. With the other hand, she drew away my jeans from my hips a little to create a gap for the scissors, which she used to cut the side of my panties. After doing the same thing on the right side, she slid her flat hand down the front of my jeans. Her thumb brushed the top of my pubic hair as her other fingers rested on my panties. She grabbed them with her fingertips and started pulling, but the panties didn’t move. Having no desire to be given a wedgie, I obligingly lifted my hips off the bed a little and Cassie tried again. This time, they moved and I was left naked under my clothes. Well, I mean… I know we’re always naked under our clothes, but… ah, you know what I mean.

Cassie held up the panties. “Oh, looks like someone’s getting excited. Is this turning you on?” The dark wet spot adorning the middle of my panties was pretty undeniable evidence to that fact. Not that that was going to stop me from trying. “No, but I had to pee really badly and since someone tied me to the bed I can’t go to the bathroom.”

“Ugh, gross. Also, you’re a terrible liar. But don’t worry, soon I’ll have you out of these clothes and we can see just how wet you are.” She positioned the scissors at the top of the right sleeve of my t-shirt (or at least it would have been the top had I been standing up) and cut towards the collar. She then started cutting the bottom of my sleeve and stopped when she reached my armpit. When she started cutting the right side of my t-shirt from the bottom upwards, I could no longer stop myself and started giggling. “Stop, it tickles!” Cassie raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really?” She placed the scissors on the nightstand and started tickling me in earnest. I thrashed around, trying to get away from her fingers, but the ropes made it impossible.

“Stop! I – hahahaha – I beg – aaah – please…”

“Not until you say the magic word”

“Please! Please stop tick – iihihihih…”

“I didn’t hear the magic word yet.”

“What – aaah – what’s the magic word?”

“Wise and benevolent lady Cassie, please cut me up into tiny pieces.”

“That’s – iiih – not a word!”

“Hey, I can keep this up all day.”

“Oh fine. Wise and benev– aahaha… benevolent lady Cassiiiiiiie, please cut me up– hahaha… into taiiiieeee– tiny pieces.” And just like that, the tickling stopped. “See, now was that so hard?” I blinked away the tears I had in my eyes from laughing so hard. “Benevolent my ass,” I muttered under my breath. Apparently not softly enough, though. “Hey, I stopped, didn’t I? I’d say that’s fairly benevolent.” She picked up the scissors and continued cutting, lining up the cuts at the armpit. She cut through the top of the other sleeve as well, put the scissors down and grabbed the left side of my t-shirt. “You know that trick where they pull a tablecloth from a table without knocking over any of the glasses and stuff?”

“Yeah…” I said hesitantly. Cassie smiled. “I like my version better.” She yanked on the t-shirt, leaving my upper body totally naked. “The end result is much more fun to look at.” I blushed. This was the first time Cassie had seen my breasts au naturel. Cassie, meanwhile, was unapologetically leering at my chest, the t-shirt hanging forgotten from her hands. “Very nice. Maybe a little small, but nice and perky.”

My pink blush was turning crimson. I wasn’t used to having my body commented on like this. “Now, let’s see what’s hiding under those jeans.” The scissors traveled up the side of my left leg inch by inch as Cassie cut all the way through my jeans. She then repeated this for the other leg. As she slowly zipped down my fly, the zipper brushed my clit, causing a shiver of pleasure. Hooking her fingers into the fly, she started pulling the jeans away from my body. Dropping the jeans on the floor, she looked me up and down with a wolfish grin. My blush, which had mostly faded, returned with a vengeance as I was now naked as the day I was born. Even my mother hadn’t seen me like this since I was six. Cassie leaned over and inserted a fingertip into my pussy. When she pulled it away, a thick strand of pussy juice stretched from my pussy to her finger.

“Oh yeah. I can tell you’re not excited at all. I’m afraid you own body is betraying you, Susan. But anyway, now that we finally have you out of those silly clothes it’s time to get to work.” Cassie walked over to the duffel bag, fishing out a hacksaw. Kneeling between my legs again, she placed the hacksaw on my right leg at a 45-degree angle, along a line running from a little to the side of my pussy to the top of my hip. I felt the teeth of the saw dig into my skin. She started moving the saw back and forth, digging into my flesh further and further with each stroke. There was a grating sound as she hit the femur. Instead of trying to saw through it, she tilted the saw, gradually sawing all around the bone.

She put down the saw and, taking hold of my leg with both hands, started pulling. It took a few attempts, but soon the top of my thigh bone was pulled out of its socket, removing the leg altogether. Not even a hint of a stump remained. Cassie untied the rope around the ankle and placed the leg on the floor. She picked up the hacksaw again and lined it up to make the same cut on the other side. Pulling the leg free after sawing all the way around proved a little more difficult, however. Since I didn’t have the other leg anymore to keep my torso in place, the rest of my body just moved along with my leg.

“Hold on, I’m going to need some more leverage.” Cassie removed her shoes and socks, and stood with one foot on the floor while bracing her right foot against my pussy to keep my lower body in place. Her foot felt wonderful against it, particularly when the friction increased as she started pulling.

I was almost ready to come when the leg popped free and she removed her foot. Why did the stupid leg have to come off so easily? “Why, Susan, look at you! You don’t have a leg to stand on!” I rolled my eyes. “You’ve been waiting to use that one for a while, huh?” Cassie laughed. “Yeah, so sue me. What are you going to do, put your foot down?” I groaned. “Are you quite finished with the lame jokes?”

“Geez, everyone’s a critic. Okay, I’ll stop.” Cassie looked down at the leg she was still holding. “You know, I’ve always been jealous of your legs. They’re so long and slim.” To be honest I’d never really thought about my legs. I suppose they were indeed longer than Cassie’s, and maybe a little thinner. Cassie’s expression changed as she looked up. Clearly she’d just had an idea. “Hey, do you mind if I borrow these?” she asked. “Well, it’s not like I can stop you, is it?” She smiled. “Now you’re getting it!” She quickly untied my other leg and started taking off her shoes, socks and pants, followed by her panties. She paused for a second. “Well, no point in keeping these on, I suppose.”

Her shirt and bra followed suit, leaving her naked as well. I looked her over from top to bottom and wondered why she was jealous of my legs. She looked beautiful, particularly her breasts. Cassie lay down on the now empty foot of the bed and picked up the saw again. Using the ceiling mirror to see what she was doing, she sawed off her own legs the same way she had mine. Pulling them free proved to be a little trickier, as she obviously had a lot less leverage this way. In the end she settled on tying her ankles to one of the bedposts and using her hands to brace herself against the opposite side of the bed. Slowly but surely, the gap between her legs and her hips grew until she managed to free herself completely.

She reached down to pick one of my legs from the floor and lined up the tip of the thigh bone with the hole left by her own. Lowering herself over the edge, she positioned the leg so the knee was on the floor, her thigh slowly sliding down on my femur. I couldn’t see from my vantage point, but I could see Cassie’s face light up as the leg slid all the way in and the cut was mended. Still in a kneeling position, she slotted in the other leg the same way. She was a little wobbly as she got up on her feet, but she managed. Opening the door of my wardrobe, she admired her new legs in the mirror on the inside of the door, turning around a couple of times to look at them from all sides.

“Do you have a tape measure somewhere?” I thought for a second. “Umm… in the kitchen I think. Third drawer from the left.” Cassie walked out of the room, still a little unstable. I could hear her making her way down the stairs, and back up shortly after. Holding the metal bit at the end of it against the floor with her big toe, she drew the tape measure upwards against the wall until the housing was above her head. Placing her other hand on her head to mark the distance, she squealed. “Wow! Five foot three! I grew two inches! Hey, tell you what, I’ll keep these and you can have mine, okay?”

“What? No way! You already have bigger boobs than me, there’s no way I’m letting you have my legs!” Cassie pouted. “Meanie. And I was just getting used to them, too. Ugh, fine, I guess you can have them back when we’re done.” She reached down to pull something from the duffel bag. “But first, you have two more limbs that really need to go.” She sat down on the edge of the bed near my right hand, holding a pair of pliers, with which she grabbed the edge of the nail of my thumb. Holding my wrist with her other hand, she pulled back on the pliers until the nail came with it. I could feel the flesh beneath the nail mending itself, leaving the top of my thumb as soft and smooth as the bottom. “Afraid I’m going to scratch you?” I asked.

“In a manner of speaking.” I looked at her, a confused look on my face. What did she mean by that? Cassie apparently wasn’t in a sharing mood, however, and she made quick work of the other four nails. Walking around to the other side, she removed the nails on my left hand as well. Once again she walked over to her duffel bag, this time emerging with a chef’s knife and a cutting board. “Wouldn’t want to cut up your bed, now would we?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, because that’s what I’m worried about you cutting up: my bed.” Cassie walked back to my left arm and placed the cutting board below my elbow. The knife bit into my arm as she started slicing down. After a few slices, the knife hit the board and I could no longer feel my forearm. Cassie untied the rope around the wrist and put the arm on the nightstand. I experimentally moved my upper arm, but my fraction of freedom was short-lived as Cassie grabbed hold of it and started slicing it lengthwise, down to the bone. Once she’d exposed the entire upper arm bone, she started prying away the rest of the arm from the bone, cutting away the muscles and sinews where necessary.

Once she’d severed all the connections, she lifted the elbow end of the bone. The rest of my arm remained lying on the bed. She grabbed the bone with both hands and pulled. It came away and she placed it on the nightstand next to my lower arm. Now that there was no bone in the way, she cut away the rest of the arm from my torso. Once again, there wasn’t even the slightest bit of a stump left. “Three down,” said Cassie, “one to go. Now, you mentioned something about turning me into hamburger meat. Since I don’t have a meat grinder at hand, we’ll just have to make do. How do you feel about carpaccio?” I thought back to see if I’d ever had it before. I seemed to recall my mom making it once or twice when we had guests over. “Isn’t that basically really thin slices of meat?” Cassie nodded. “Exactly.”

I realized what this would mean for my arm. “And of course you’re going to do it whether I agree or not.” Cassie smiled brightly. “Yup. Of course, I’ll have to de-bone you first.” She took my index finger and sliced it open, extracting the three bones of my finger. Once they had been removed, she closed the finger back up, healing the cut and leaving what appeared to be an undamaged finger, save for the missing fingernail and the fact that I couldn’t move it anymore. She removed the other finger bones in the same way, arranging them neatly on the nightstand.

Rather than make separate cuts for each of the bones in my hand, she placed the blade flat against my wrist and started cutting towards the fingers. Folding open the resulting flap, she took out all five hand bones and closed my hand back up, sealing it once more. The two arm bones and the ones in my wrist were removed like my other upper arm bone was: Cassie made a long cut from my wrist to my shoulder and pulled them out one by one. When she’d closed me back up, I could still feel my arm, but was completely unable to move it. Cassie picked up the cutting board again and placed my hand on top of it, the chef’s knife positioned at the very tip of my middle finger. “I wonder how Gordon Ramsay would serve human carpaccio,” Cassie mused. “With plenty of swearing, I’d imagine.”

“You donkey, you cut off the wrong fucking arm!” Cassie shouted, in a reasonable approximation of one of the Scottish chef’s outbursts. “Not bad. And you’d think preparing human heat would be right at home in ‘Hell’s kitchen’. Somehow I don’t think we’ll see it anytime soon, though.”

“Probably not. Doesn’t stop us from trying, though.” And with that, I felt the knife slice away the very tip of my middle finger. Cassie brought down the knife again and another thin sliver fell away. After a few cuts she reached my index and ring fingers. She slowly picked up speed and quickly reached my knuckles. Clearly, she’d had some practice at this. Probably with vegetables rather than a human arm, though. “Hey, Cassie? I know you can’t tell, but I’m giving you the finger,” I said laughingly. “You better watch that attitude Susan, or I’m going to drop these on the floor and you can spend the better part of tomorrow putting them back in the proper order.”

When was I going to learn not to piss off the person cutting me into tiny pieces? Well, not today, that was for sure. I started counting how many slices she made. I was up to 278 when she stopped, about halfway up my forearm, to clear the cutting board. She carefully placed the slices on the dresser, then returned to continue turning my arm into an Italian appetizer. She stopped at number 612, having reached my shoulder. As she got up to put those with the others, I looked at myself in the ceiling mirror. I was left limbless, completely helpless and, frankly, horny as hell. As I imagined, there was something incredibly sexy about being totally at someone’s mercy.

Returning to the bed, Cassie straddled my body, her knees on the bed to either side of me and her butt hovering above my pussy. “You know, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while,” she said, “and now seems like the perfect opportunity.” She leaned in to me and lifted my head toward her, one hand behind my neck and one on my upper back. I wondered what she had in store for me now. Biting out my tongue? Sucking out my eyeball? I was still going over possible scenarios when I suddenly felt her lips brush against mine. Was she… kissing me? I parted my lips a little and Cassie intensified the kiss. This certainly was a pleasant surprise. I started kissing back and soon our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. Cassie broke off the kiss when oxygen started to become an issue. “Wow,” she said, still breathing heavily, “that was amazing.”

“Yeah, that felt wonderful. I can’t believe how soft your lips are. But I’m a little confused: weren’t you busy taking me apart? Not that I mind – on the contrary – but why now?” Cassie blushed. The confidence and control she’d shown while cutting me up had evaporated, leaving a nervous girl who struggled to get her words out. “I like you. Like… really like you. A lot. And like I said, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a good while now, but I could never work up the nerve to do it. I was afraid you’d run away or something. So I figured that I’d never get a better chance than this, now that there’s no risk of you running away.” She smiled sheepishly. “How long have you… liked me?” I asked. Cassie looked down at her hands, nervously playing with her fingers. “Uhm… about seven months now. Ever since you came into the classroom one day wearing that dark blue skirt with the light blue camisole. You looked so sexy in that and ever since then I’ve kind of not been able to stop thinking about you.”

“You mean we could have been doing this seven months ago?” Cassie looked at me, startled. “What?” I blushed a little. “Well, you’re not the only one to have those kinds of feelings about her best friend. You… um…” My cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson. Oh well, fortune favors the bold, right? “You may or may not have featured prominently in more than a few of my masturbation sessions.” Cassie’s mouth fell open in shock. “Wow. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Yes, and I intend to do a lot more with it to you than just kissing, though if you want me to you’ll have to come over here because I’m having a little trouble reaching you right now.” It took a few seconds for Cassie to get over her surprise, but after that she quickly leaned back in and we hungrily went for round two. And three. And four through twelve, taking a few panting breaths in between to prevent suffocation. Cassie was sucking on my bottom lip when she released it and pressed a kiss to my chin. She started placing more kisses along my jaw, moving towards my ear.

She lowered my body, which she had been holding up, back to the bed, giving her hands free reign to explore it. Her fingertips ghosted along my skin, moving in circular motions from my hips upwards to my breast. Meanwhile, she had resumed kissing along my neck, slowly making her way downwards. Her fingers brushed my left nipple, and she started moving in a spiral pattern around it. Over on the right side, she was now kissing the top of my breast, coming ever closer to my nipple. Instead of kissing it, however, she flicked my nipple with her tongue, which sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine.

It felt even better when she started sucking on it, those soft lips of hers feeling absolutely heavenly against my nipple. She switched sides, sucking on the left one while rolling the other one between her thumb and forefinger. I gasped as she softly bit down and moaned as she continued sucking. She did this a few times before replacing her mouth with her hand, playing with both of my breasts as she continued her trail of kisses further downwards. I bucked my hips in anticipation. I was almost ready to come. Just a little more…

When she had almost reached my pubic hair, she suddenly stopped, sitting up and removing her hands from my breasts. “You know, we really should get rid of this hair. I mean, it’s not the seventies anymore. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Like I had a choice.

She got up and walked out my bedroom door. Gah! Not again! Why did she have to keep stopping just before my orgasm? If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was doing it on purpose. I heard her going into the bathroom. I didn’t really care though, as I was desperately trying to come up with some way to get off. An arm, an arm, my kingdom for an arm! But in my current state I couldn’t even roll around to rub my pussy against the blanket. Frustrated, all I could do was lie there until Cassie returned. She did so fairly quickly, holding a razor and a can of shaving cream in one hand and a bowl of water in the other.

Kneeling down on the foot of the bed, she set down the bowl of water next to my high and sprayed a dollop of shaving cream on her hand, which she started applying liberally to my pubic mound, both sides of my pussy, and even my asshole. “Might as well do it properly while we’re at it, right?” Cassie commented. I wasn’t complaining, as her fingers rubbing me all over were quickly making up for the interruption. Once I was all lathered up, she started shaving, cleaning the razor every so often in the bowl of water. I studied her as she was bent over me, a look of concentration on her face as she meticulously went over every last inch of me. Only once Cassie was satisfied that every last hair and every last speck of shaving cream was removed did she stop and put the bowl of water on the ground. “There. All done. And now for a test drive.” She scooted back a little, bent over further, placed her tongue against my pussy and licked upward.

Her tongue touching my clit was all that was needed to send me over the edge. The orgasm wracked through me as Cassie continued licking my pubic mound. I would have curled my toes if I still had any. This was easily the best orgasm I’d ever had. It took a minute or two for me to return from my cloud of bliss. I opened my eyes to see Cassie smiling at me. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve never come so hard. I think I was seeing stars at one point.” A realization hit me. “But here you are doing all of the work and getting nothing in return. I’d love to return the favor, but you know…” I looked from my one shoulder to the other. “I don’t have any arms left. Or right, for that matter.” Cassie giggled. “And you dare make fun of my lame jokes? But not to worry, just because you don’t have any appendages doesn’t mean you can’t make yourself useful.”

She lifted me from the bed, which after my recent weight loss wasn’t too difficult, and took my place lying on the bed. She flipped me around and placed me on top of her in a 69 position, holding me steady with her arms. I didn’t need any instruction. I lowered my head and darted out my tongue to her pussy, which was sopping wet. Clearly I wasn’t the only one having a good time.

I lapped at her pussy like a cat with a bowl of milk, occasionally sucking her clit. It was my first time pleasuring another woman, but I guess I must have been doing something right because Cassie’s moans were getting louder and louder. I leaned my head all the way forward and managed to get the tip of my tongue into her pussy. I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me. Swirling my tongue around and around, Cassie’s moans turned to cries. “Oh god, yes! Faster, faster! Aaah!”

I picked up the pace, stimulating her clit with my lower lip and raking her labia with my teeth. Judging from her reactions, she was about ready to come. I bit down on her clit. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make an impression. It had the desired effect as Cassie was hurled over the edge. “Oh god, Susaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!” I had a front row seat to witness her orgasm; pussy juice squirted out almost a foot, a little squirting on to my nose. All the muscles in Cassie’s body relaxed as she sank into the bed. Well, almost all.

I watched fascinated as her pussy kept having involuntary muscle contractions for a good two or three minutes, which was about the time it took for Cassie to be able to form words again.

“Wow. Just… wow. That was…”

“I know. And to think, we could have been doing this seven months ago.”

“Don’t remind me. Though you could’ve said something to me as well.”

“I guess you weren’t the only one afraid of rejection.”

“Good point. Though I suppose there is one good thing to come out of the delay…” She flipped my back around so we were face to face again, a predatory look on her face. “Now we get to make up for lost time.” She laid me back down on the bed and returned to a kneeling position. Her thumb started rubbing circles around my clit as she inserted two fingers halfway into my pussy. She started stroking them in and out, entering a little deeper with each thrust.

Soon, a third finger joined the fray. She rotated her hand so the fingers were now above, rather than next to each other. This gave her a little more room to maneuver. Still stroking in and out, she added her little finger as well. God it felt good to have my pussy stuffed like this. Lost in the waves of pleasurable sensations, I almost didn’t notice when she slipped in her thumb alongside her other fingers.

With all of her fingers now inside of me, Cassie started increasing the force and length of the thrusts. She kept pulling her arm all the way back until only the very tips of her fingers were still inside, then driving them back in up to her knuckles, a little further each time. After a couple minutes she was going in down to halfway between the knuckles and the wrist. It was getting harder to concentrate, though, as I was quickly building up to another orgasm. Just a little more…

Cassie withdrew her hand once more, but this time she plunged it back in with even more force. Her hand went in all the way up to the wrist. I came apart, screaming Cassie’s name as the muscles in my pussy squeezed the invader with all their might. Cassie didn’t withdraw her hand, though. Once my pussy had relaxed a little and she could move her hand again, she started making small back and forth movements again, until her middle finger bumped into something at the end of my vagina.

A little over a week ago I wouldn’t have had a clue what it was, but thanks to my unique… condition, my anatomy textbook had become much more interesting. Cassie’s fingers were touching my cervix, and from what I could feel, she was actually trying to worm her middle finger into the hole in the middle. “Looking for eggs?” I asked. “I think you’ll find mine are a bit too small to make an omelet out of.”

“No, I’m just seeing how deep the rabbit hole goes…”

“Better be careful Alice, who knows what you’ll find down there?”

“Not to worry. I have my trusty vorpal sword.” She held up the chef’s knife in her other hand. “As long as you don’t go galumphing off with my head.” Cassie seemed to consider this for a seconed. “Don’t tempt me.” Sigh. I was never going to learn, was I? Such a simple concept: do not give the person with the knife ideas. Note to self: engage brain, then open mouth. Cassie, meanwhile, had managed to insert the tip of her middle finger into my womb and was trying to get her index finger in as well. It was tough going, as this hole was much smaller than my pussy, but after about 15 or 20 minutes my cervix was stretched tight around all five of her fingertips. Cassie shifted, putting more of her weight behind her arm and started pushing into me with more force. My cervix put up a valiant fight, but slowly but surely Cassie’s arm sank deeper into me, a fraction of an inch at a time.

Several minutes of hard work later (I thought I could see sweat drops forming on Cassie’s forehead), the widest part of Cassie’s hand was entering my womb. Of course, this meant that the rest of her hand encountered much less resistance since my cervix didn’t have to expand any further, so when she gave another push the rest of her hand slammed home, my cervix closing around her wrist. She closed her hand into a fist and pushed until her knuckles were touching the back of my womb. Her arm was now embedded in me until just below the elbow. “I guess that’s as deep as it goes,” she said, “unless…”

I felt her bending her wrist, granting her another couple inches of leeway, which she used to push her arm in even further. The limit was reached when her elbow slipped inside of me. The feeling of being so stuffed was amazing, my entire birth canal stretched around her forearm. “Now I know what a ventriloquist feels like,” Cassie laughed.

“Are you calling me a dummy?” I asked. “No comment.” She withdrew her arm a little and rotated it so her palm was facing upwards. Spreading out her fingers, she started exploring the walls of my womb. “This feels so weird,” I said. “Is this what it’s like to have a baby?” Cassie shrugged. “I don’t know. Let’s see if we can give you a baby bump.” She pushed her fingers further upwards, causing my stomach to form a noticeable bulge. “This is so cool. I can’t wait to get my arms back and shove them into you.”

“Hmmm,” Cassie said, “can’t wait. Wait a minute, what am I saying? I don’t have to.” She leaned over and picked my forearm off the nightstand with her free hand. Folding back the thumb, ring finger and pinky, she inserted the other two fingers into her pussy and started sliding my arm in and out of her. Once she’d worked up to a steady rhythm, she focused on her other arm again and started withdrawing her hand from my cervix. Once she’d cleared it, she pressed forward again. Each time she repeated it, it took a little less time, as my cervix slowly accommodated to her arm. Meanwhile, she had folded my fingers so that the thumb was hitting her clit at the end of each stroke, the other four pistoning in and out of her.

After a few minutes, my cervix had relaxed enough to barely impede her fisting anymore, so she started lengthening her strokes, until with each stroke she alternated between having her hand all the way outside of me and touching the back of my womb. Her arm was glistening, absolutely covered in my juices. She was now fisting herself as well, my hand having disappeared inside of her. Judging from her moans and whimpers, she was on the verge of orgasm. I wasn’t too far off myself, thanks to the vigorous workout my pussy was getting. I closed my eyes to focus fully on the sensations coming from my lower body. I heard Cassie crying out as she came, but she kept up the rhythm: in, out, in, out, i… huh?

There was a pause as the expected filling of the void within me didn’t happen. As I was about to open my eyes to see what she was doing, I felt her hand enter me once more. Except… something felt different. Opening my eyes, I saw the end of my arm stump disappear inside me as Cassie pushed it home, my pussy lips slowly closing over the end of it. I had my entire forearm lodged inside of me! I felt my orgasm start to explode as Cassie reinserted her hand, grabbed the end of my arm and yanked it out on one fell swoop, leaving me with my both mouth and pussy gaping open. With every possible barrier spread wide open, the arm was followed by a torrent of cum, drenching the bed below me and splattering droplets all over Cassie. I felt a gust of cool air blow into my uterus, filling me with a sense of loss.

“Wow. I feel so… empty.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll feel a whole lot emptier before the night is through.”

“So you remembered that, huh? I was kind of hoping you’d forgotten.”

Cassie flashed her signature evil grin. “Not a chance.”