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Part 3 - Continued


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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rice for breakfast?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And she really has no idea?"

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

"I don't understand."

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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



RUN HIMI.BAT OPENING PORTS... CONNECTING... HANDSHAKE ACCEPTED CONNECTION ESTABLISHED


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then I didn't see anything else.


ERROR CONNECTION TO CLIENT TERMINATED CLOSING PORTS... DISCONNECTED

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

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

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

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

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

It also sent them back in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bianca stopped and looked at me. "Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think she'll see that counselor?

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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