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Part 3 - Perspective


I looked at the light glinting off the sharp metal.

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

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

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

Well, I liked a challenge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Technically?"

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

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

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

"Getting away? From who?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I dialed Celeste and she picked up almost immediately.

"That was fast, I just hit send."

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

"Hello, Bianca."

"Hello." She responded quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

"I found it rather fun, yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smirked at her frankness. "Pretty much."

She looked down at her tits.

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

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

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

Her question threw me off guard. "Pardon?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She swallowed nervously. "Why?"

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

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

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

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

"Are you certain?"

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bianca looked puzzled. "Payment?"

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

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

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

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

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

Bianca swallowed. "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you unhappy about it?" I asked.

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

"Does it hurt much?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing that would allow him to break confidentiality."

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

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

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

I glared at her, trying not to smile. "Thank you Bianca, that's why I don't like to tell anyone." I picked up a rice ball and stuffed