Anonymous 04-Jul-16 21:00 # 5992
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Part 3 - Continued


EXIT TERMINATING CONNECTION CLOSING PORTS... DISCONNECTED


I grabbed the headset off my head and tossed it on my pillow as I rolled off the bed, a sticky wet patch remaining where I had orgasmed repeatedly. I dashed down to the basement, bursting in to see Bianca leaning over Nicola's unconscious form, an expression of worry on her face. "She's bleeding out."

"I know, kitten." I made a beeline to the fridge, punching a code into the pinpad on the second door. Opening it, I reached in and grabbed the spare can of medical spray I kept there and tossed it to Bianca. "Seal her up, quickly." I turned back to the shelves. Blood packs were stacked there, appropriated from the labs. I had gleaned Nicola's blood type from her memories, and I took a pack of it and grabbed some tubing before hurrying over to the bed.

Bianca had stopped the bleeding. She looked at the blood bag in my hands. "You're going to save her?"

I thought about my reasons while I set up the transfusion, pushing a peripheral IV line into her stomach. Normally I would have used an arm, but that obviously wasn't possible in this case. "I guess you could say I feel a connection to her." Setting up a stand I hooked up the blood bag and watched the precious red liquid flow into her. "I know her intimately, and I don't think I want her to disappear from this world just yet."

Bianca looked at me as I pulled up a chair and sat down, exhaling. "What are we going to do with her?"

I looked at her. "She was right about never being able to go back to her old life. Without arms or legs, she's going to need someone to take care of her. That means feeding her, cleaning up after her... Think you're up to it?"

Bianca nodded. "I'm okay with that." She looked down at the limbless body sleeping on the bed. "What kind of life can she lead though? She's going to get pretty bored lying in bed all day."

I looked down and Nicola. Just a head and torso. No arms, legs, breasts or vagina. "You can teach her to be a fantastic pussy licker." Bianca unsuccessfully tried to stifle a laugh. "She's stabilised for now. I'm going to have to do a bit of work on her though, repair some of the damage. For now, I'm starving. Nicola might have eaten in the last few hours, but I haven't and my stomach is about to mutiny."

Bianca went into the kitchen. "Want me to cook you up one of Cristiana's breasts?" I nodded and while she cooked I went about deconstructing Cristi's body for storage with a small electric saw. Once it was all packed away in the freezer along with Nicola's former appendages, I pulled up the stool and sat in the same place I had earlier when I had been piggybacking in the other girl's mind. Bianca was grilling up one of the breasts along with Cristi's vagina. She must have had a bit of appetite left. It was going to be her first taste of pussy meat and I was looking forward to seeing her eat it.

Before long she joined me at the table, placing the plates down and sliding one over to me with a golden brown tit on it. I looked down at the sexy curve and saw Cristi's blue butterfly tattoo near the edge. There was no mistaking that it was her breast, cooked to perfection and ready to eat. I waited though, instead watching Bianca as she picked up the steaming pussy whole, licking her lips. She opened her mouth and bit down into the lower end of it, tearing off a mouthful of pussy lips and chewing them blissfully. She moaned in pleasure as she swallowed the female meat. "Oh my god, this is divine!"

I smirked at her. "It's addictive, isn't it?"

Bianca took another bite, more of Cristi's slit disappearing into her mouth. "Mmmmm. One just isn't enough!"

"It never is!" I said with a laugh. I started digging into my own meal. "There's... something I've been meaning to ask you for a while. I need you to do something for me."

She looked at me with adoring eyes. "Anything."

"I want you to take over as head of programming on the nanite project."

She swallowed her mouthful of vagina and looked at me in surprise. "I wasn't expecting that. Why? I didn't even finish college."

I speared a piece of tit on my fork, consuming it before continuing. "I had to torpedo the project because of the repercussions if this got out. Mind control, telepathy, this can't become public knowledge. These things are in my head now. Forget the chaos that would ensue to the power balance of the world, what if someone were to sneak into my mind using my own tech? They could find out everything I've done. That'd be it for me. For both of us." I reached out and took her hand. "Education is no problem. I can hire the best tutors in the world to teach you to be an expert. What I need is someone loyal. Someone who knows my darkest secrets and protects them. You're the only one, Bianca. I'm asking you to guard the gates to my entire consciousness."

She thought for a second. "My debreasting?"

I frowned. "Debreasting takes a long time to heal, and time is something I don't have, Bianca. I know I promised to cut you up, but I need this. I need you." I looked at her with the most endearing look I could muster. "Please."

She had come to the top of the pussy while I spoke. Taking a deep breath, she beamed at me. "When you put it like that, how can I refuse?" I brightened at her response as she bit into the top end of Cristi's cunt filet, happily devouring the clitoris and the hood that had once protected it.

I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed it tenderly as she chewed on the roast pussy. "Thank you." I continued to outline my plans to her as we ate our delicious meal. After eating my fill I dropped the knife and fork to the plate, satiated.

Bianca picked up the plates and took them to the kitchen to wash. "How soon do you want me to start?"

"I have to make some preparations, shift some things around at the lab." I said. "In a few weeks I'll introduce you to the teams. Hirimoto will be in charge of the physical design of the nanites, you'll be spearheading the software. I'm going to tell him I'm having you program the mind reading capability out of the machines. And you will. I want two versions of software. One for the public, and one for me."

I reached down into my bag and pulled out an object, placing it on the bench. "Bianca..." I purred to her softly, "Losing your breasts would take too long to recover from, but there are other body parts which can be patched up enough in a fortnight to venture into public."

She turned around and looked down at the shears I had placed there. They were the pair I had threatened her labia with back in Italy when I had kidnapped her. Bianca's expression turned into one of faint hope. A wicked smile crept across my face. "Feel like losing a couple of pieces of meat?"

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Bianca sat between my legs, the two of us facing the camera. Bianca spread her legs wide and I reached around, caressing her soaking vagina. I started to play with it, but she stopped me. "Please, I can't wait any longer. Don't bother trying to get me off, just take them from me already." I complied, reaching down between her legs with the shears, stroking them up and down her lips.

To my surprise Bianca reached around behind her and started to play with my pussy. I let her pull my clit and insert a couple of fingers into me, causing me to moan as she pinched and tugged blindly, her eyes fixated on the blades which I was positioning around her delicate sex. I pulled on her pussy lips with one hand and squeezed the shears gently with the other, the blades pinching them ever so slightly, just as they had when the two of us first met. I hesitated, teasing her.

"Please," she whimpered, "cut them off."

I kissed her softly on the neck and squeezed. She let out a shriek as the steel bit into her flesh but tried to keep her pelvis from shaking with pain.

"Ohgodohgodohgod, holy SHIIIEEEAAAAARRGH!" Bianca began to scream in earnest as I cut into her labia, and she pinched my clit hard in shock. I didn't let it stop me though, enjoying the pain in my own pussy as I continued to close the shears around her soft lips. The blades came together with an audible snip, blood streaming from her vagina and running down my hands.

I opened the shears again and moved them up her slit for another cut, nestling another inch of her sex between the steel. The two of us didn't taking our eyes off her labia as I slowly squeezed the shears closed a second time, and Bianca's screams renewed as the blades continued to slice through the sexy tissue with a second snip. I moved the shears up her pelvis some more, trimming away the loose flesh that framed her pussy, and finally it came away in my hand as I reached the top of her opening. I held up the bloody meat in front of us, Bianca's screams dying away with a gurgle as she looked at her own amputated cunt lips dangling between my fingers.

I held them up to her mouth, and she obediently opened it, allowing me to stuff them inside. Her questing fingers increased in intensity as she ate her own genitalia, and as I thrust my pelvis against her hand, rubbing my breasts against her back and moaning in pleasure both from her ministrations and from watching her consume her raw pussy meat. I saw her swallow, and then I went cross-eyed as my climax hit, dropping the shears I had still been holding and wrapping my arms around Bianca, holding her tightly. We fell back on the bed, panting. I don't know how long we simply lay there, but eventually I tried to extricate myself out from under her. "I need to treat your pussy. You're bleeding quite a bit."

Bianca still looked as though she was far away, her eyes unfocused. "That was amazing." she whispered with a content smile on her face. I cleaned up her wounds, coating them in sealant as I worked. I looked up at the dreamy eyed girl who I had just decunted, and my heart leapt as I imagined the fun we could have together. I had found something I had never expected to find - someone to share myself with, completely, all my secret perversions laid bare.



I pulled up outside the entrance to the sprawling lab complex in San Francisco. It had been nearly five months since Love Technologies had taken it over. A few doses of nanites to expose all the dirty little secrets their CEO had been hiding, leaked to the right people, had enabled me to buy the necessary shares at a ridiculously low price.

Bianca had stayed behind in Japan. She had a lot of work to do on the nanite software, and with the help of a few competitor's companies that had also been acquired for a song with a bit of inside information, we had been making excellent progress on the physical components. Bianca's vagina had healed up wonderfully once I had done a bit of work on it, you could barely see the scars where she used to have labia. It was now just a smooth featureless hole between her legs, but I still enjoyed playing with it. It was quite a bit more difficult to bring her to orgasm of course, but I had managed a few times since that night, with a lot of internal stimulation and breast play.

Nicola was also healing well. The firecracker had liquefied what remained of her reproductive system, and I had had to give her a complete hysterectomy. Her urethra had been destroyed as well, so she needed a catheter to pee, but luckily her rectum had only been slightly damaged and I had managed to save it. She couldn't leave her bed, but we gave her a tv to watch and a course of antidepressants and her mental health was surprisingly positive. Bianca was taking excellent care of her, taking my suggestion seriously and training her to be a master at cunnilingus. We fed her some of her own arms and legs, and then started with the rest of Cristiana's body. She still didn't seem too guilt-ridden, even though she thought she willingly partook in her friend's snuffing. She had changed, more submissive now. Perhaps giving her will over to us was how she subconsciously absolved herself of her responsibility, or perhaps it was just her acceptance of how completely helpless she is without us.

I turned off the engine and got out, leaving it outside the front doors in my own private spot, and made my way to the one of the genetics labs I had appropriated for my own 'off the books' agenda. I was greeted by a small blonde man with glasses, who was easily excitable when talking about his own work, as most scientists I knew were. A man with excellent knowledge of human DNA and most importantly, not above a well placed bribe or two.

"Miss Love, so glad to see you again." He bustled me along in front of him. "She's finished, as I told you over the phone, and some of my best work if I may say so."

"Glad to hear it. It certainly cost me a substantial sum."

"Money well spent!" He exclaimed as we came to a set of clear tanks filled with liquid. A stationary figure floated in the centre one. He stretched out his arms in a grandiose flourish and bowed like a performer.

"She's everything you said she would be?"

"That's right. There's no higher brain function. There's enough activity to keep the subject breathing and her heart beating, but she has no consciousness. Something about the growth speed just doesn't allow it to develop properly. Now that the process has been nailed down I should be able to grow some more within three months." He looked at the floating body. "What exactly are they for?"

I shrugged. "Just some medical experiments. Using sentient people would be unethical, don't you think?"

He grunted noncommittally. "If this gets out people aren't going to be seeing shades of grey when it comes to ethics. They'll crucify us."

"Then it had best never get out. You'll be well compensated for your discretion."

He visibly brightened up at hearing my reassurances. "Of course, I assure you I've taken great pains to make sure everything here is off the records."

I looked back at the tank. "You really have outdone yourself, Doctor." I reached out and touched the glass, the dark-haired figure on the other side floating silently, her eyes closed as though she was sleeping. I smiled wickedly. "It's like looking into a mirror."

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