Part two

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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, and she was hooked up to an IV I had procured. 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.

I stroked a finger along her labia. "I'm going to cut off your clitoris, Marie. I think that will be an unforgettable experience for you. Then I'm going to cut out a fair amount of your pussy, both the inner lips and the outer ones. Pretty much the whole of your pussy mound comes out in one thin wedge." I made a little imaginary line with my finger where I was describing. Marie just stared at it with a look of panic. "That will leave a pretty big wound, so when I'm done I'm going to have to take the edges and sew them together. After it heals you'll be completely smooth down here, no vagina at all. I'll leave a little hole for you to pee out of, of course."

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. "I love clits," I said as I played with hers, "they're so cute. So many nerves in such a small area, and they feel so good when they're sucked on." I looked up at Marie's fearful expression and smiled.

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 bit down. Marie whimpered in pain as she watched me bite her clitoris, but I didn't draw blood. I released it and her sounds stopped. "The flip side of that is, they can be hurt quite a lot." I pulled the organ, stretching it and making Marie gasp. "Did you ever imagine you'd lose yours one day?" Marie just shook her head mutely.

I smiled. "The loss of our innocence is so poignant, isn't it?" I picked up a pair of shears I had brought in and leaned in, licking her button a few times. It was quite stiff now, and I pulled on it, positioning the sharp steel around it. Marie was staring at the endangered piece of her pussy with an expression of horror on her face. I giggled as I squeezed the shears gently, causing her clit to bulge as the blades pinched it. Tighter and tighter, her clit was trapped, until the shears started to bite into her flesh. Marie started to scream as blood began to flow from her sex. I eased off on the blades again, sliding her clitoris along the metal jaws towards the hinge, prolonging the experience of her mutilation. I resumed the pressure, and as I pulled her clit harder, the small cut began to grow. Maries was shrieking at the top of her lungs as I squeezed the handles together until there was only a thin piece of tissue still connecting her little bud to her body. Finally, the blades snicked closed and Marie's clit suddenly came free.

I straddled her, grabbing one of her breasts with my free hand and squeezing it as her screams died down to moans, her face pale and sweating from pain. "Look at your clitoris, Marie!" 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 giving her a quick kiss. "Thank you Marie. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. It means so much to me... I'll never forget it."

I put a finger against her whimpering lips and opened her mouth. She didn't resist as I held her severed clit above her open mouth and dropped the piece of flesh in. She just held there in her mouth, her eyes wide with shock at what she was tasting. "Not many girls get to suck on their own clit." I grinned and leaned in close to her, my breasts pressing against hers. Our lips met, and I snaked my tongue into her mouth, deftly scooping up the sexual morsel and taking it into my own mouth. I leaned back again, grinning as I sucked her stolen clit. "But I still have plans for it." I mumbled.

I climbed off her and jumped on the bed next to Estelle. Fishing Marie's clit from my mouth, I held it out for her. "Say 'ahh.'"

Estelle looked at the former piece of her sister between my fingers. "You're not seriously asking me to...?" She left the sentence unfinished.

I tutted. "Estelle, it's not like you haven't sucked on it already." I narrowed my eyes at her. "I'm not giving you a choice here." She opened her mouth obediently, allowing me to place Marie's clitoris in, and I lifted a finger under her chin, closing her jaw. I could see her moving the bloody organ around, feeling the texture and sensation. "Keep sucking on that until I'm done." I said. "I have to go cut out the rest of your sister's pussy." Estelle paled as I climbed off the bed and went back to Marie.

Removing a girl's vagina without killing her is difficult, but within my ability to do. I started off by making a horizontal incision at the top of her mound. Holding it open with some forceps, I was able to reach in and take hold of her vaginal tube. I watched Marie's reaction as I gripped her vagina from the inside and squeezed it gently. She had a mask of terror wich made me a little excited. Returning to my work, I slipped a medical tie around the fleshy sleeve and pulled it tight, eliciting a pained yelp from its owner.

Without wasting any more time, I got back between Marie's thighs and 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 vulva, carving a line wide of her outer labia. 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 flesh easily.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Marie swore at the top of her lungs as her sensitive genitals were excised. I cut slowly, pushing the scalpel blade deep into her despite the violent shaking of her hips, and Marie began to scream in earnest as I carved around her sex, the sharp blade moving through her flesh parting skin and tissue, slicing away her femininity. She had to take a breath, then the screaming renewed again. I cut around her entire pussy in a V shape, both ends meeting the opening I had cut earlier. Lastly I picked up the shears I had use to circumcise her and pushed them into the abdominal opening. Marie let out a pained scream with every snip as I cut through her vagina just below where I had tied it off. The last piece of meat connecting her external sex to her body was cut, and with a sharp tug on the labia, the whole bloody mass was in my hand. Marie's private parts were now an angry red wound, nothing visible left of her femininity.

Marie's screams continued as I stepped over to Estelle, still obediently rolling her sister's clitoris around in her mouth. Tears were streaming down her face as she watched Marie'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 took the opportunity to fish the clitoris out of her mouth, wrapping it in a tissue and putting it on the table.

I returned to kneeling between Marie's legs. Her screams had finally died, dulling to a slow mewling sound as she started to go into shock from the violent amputation of her pussy. I started by cauterizing any blood vessels with a small handheld butane torch, the retrieved a curved needle and thread designed to sew up wounds and started to close the gap between Marie's legs. As I worked, her pain became more than the drugs could contain and she mercifully passed out. I finished sewing her up, leaving only an angry red T where she had once had a beautiful flower, 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 and clit 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.

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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 steak 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 roasted 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 cut 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?" 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 out 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?"

"Probably."

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 have my tits cut off!" 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."

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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 twin cuts of meat 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.

"Si?"

"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.

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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 savoured 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 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.


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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.

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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 severed sexual organs would draw 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."

tSade 03-Jul-16 18:37 # 5971
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I remember reading this from the old site. As wonderful as I remembered, but then again, I love female sadists.