Anonymous 04-Jul-16 21:02 # 5993
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The 4th part involved Annabel using the nanotech on the blank clones of herself so she could possess them and cook/eat herself alive with no lasting repercussions. It was quite nice but I neglected to save it. :(
Mindtrap 05-Jul-16 08:45 # 5999
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Confession time... Part 4 died early on. I was posting on a high after finishing part 3 and I realised I didn't really have a narrative properly done.

I've outlined it better since then, but with my spare time limited, I haven't been able to motivate myself to continue it. The self cooking is gone, at least in the beginning, and I'm still trying to come up with a personality for Alice. I don't want a copy of Bianca, but I don't want her to be a domme either. Annabel is in charge. I'm leaning towards a bubbly innocent persona, with a sexual attraction to her twin but no real penchant for s/m.

Also having difficulty with introducing a male encounter as I'm not really sure how to do one. The mindset just feels mystifying to me and comes off feeling a bit fake.

I've considered posting again, comments are a huge motivator, but I'm a bit worried about ending up teasing everyone if I don't keep up the pace. I know how it feels to check the board and not find an update to the stories I'm excited about.

Might entertain trying to give myself a weekly deadline... In the meantime, here's a small bonus. I added content to the end of Perspective. Someone said that the interactions with Cristiana as the main antagonist seemed rushed and I agreed, so I padded it out a bit. Feel free to keep whichever version you prefer.
Mindtrap 05-Jul-16 08:49 # 6000
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Before the pussy removal...
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I stood up, letting out a yelp as Bianca slapped my behind. "Well done." She went to a cupboard and took out a narrow tray, bringing it over to the chair and placing it on the table beside us. It was full of long steel skewers of varying lengths and thicknesses. Next to them was a large box with some wires coming out of it. Some vicious looking alligator clips decorated the end of each cable. I just looked at her, waiting for her to explain. She stepped behind Cristiana and reached around my friend's body, fondling her breasts.

Cristi was getting furious now. "This screwed up sex game of yours has gone on long enough! Do you think I'm going to beg for mercy or something? I don't know how you managed to talk Nicci into performing that... depraved act on me, but you don't really expect me to believe you're going to hurt me, do you?" She sneered at Bianca. "You're not that bold."

Bianca was visibly upset. I could see Cristiana's influence over her still had an effect, but then she took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again I could see the determination in them. "Nicola, show Cristiana what we did you you."

I was embarrassed at having to show Cristiana the extent of my mutilation, but I did as Bianca asked, wincing as I hooked my hand under my knee and lifted my leg to the arm of the chair. Cristiana just stared in horror at the carnage that had previously been my vagina. "Jesus. What happened?"

Bianca held up the bowl with my amputated body parts in it for Cristiana to see. "Just a little amateur surgery with a scalpel. Am I bold now, Cristiana?"

Cristi's atmosphere of being in control crumbled as she realised what she was looking at, what I had endured. She tried to look away, but kept glancing back as though she couldn't believe what she saw. "God, no," She whispered. "I'm so sorry for all the bullying, Bianca, please! The photos weren't my idea! Nicola, you're my friend, don't do this... mmph!" With a thoughtful look on her face, Bianca stuffed a red ball gag into her mouth, strapping it behind her head, and part of me was relieved. I already felt guilty from going down on her, and that was a pleasant experience compared to what Bianca just told me to do. Hearing Cristi beg for mercy was making me feel worse. I was about to torture a girl I considered my friend, to increase our odds of living through this. I had to get on Bianca's good side. I was sure that Cristiana would forgive me later, once this was over. She would understand there was no other way.

Bianca handed me a cable. "Put that on her nipple." I took it obediently, squeezing it to open the jaws of the clip. I had to use some force. I shivered as I realised how tightly they would bite into Cristi's soft tit. I positioned it over the pink tip of Cristiana's breast. Her nipple had hardened from fear, and as I released my grip, closing the steel teeth on her flesh, she let out a pained scream. She struggled violently, but she was held by her bonds and only suceeded in shaking the alligator clip around by her tortured tit. Finally she started to calm down, breathing heavily, her eyes wide with near panic. Bianca showed no concern, clamping another clip on her opposite nipple. Cristiana's reaction was a little less severe this time.

Bianca handed me another clip. "Where...?" I began to ask, but the answer was obvious. I moved down to Cristi's hips and reached between her legs. My fingers found her clitoris and I started to rub it gently. Cristiana began to protest, seeing what was coming. I didn't let myself make eye contact with her, the guilt gnawing at me. I pushed back on her hood, causing the semi-erect clit to stand up, and positioned the jaws over her most sensitive body part. I closed them as gently as I could, but it didn't stop the chilling scream that came out of Cristiana's mouth as I watched the metal bite into her little organ.

"I've fantasised about this for a long time..." Bianca whispered softly. She pressed a button on the box connecting the wires and there was a clicking sound. Cristiana's boobs bounced as she thrashed in shock, then lay still as the clicking stopped. He screams didn't cease though, and tears were running down her cheeks as she stared at the ceiling. "My parents threw me out." She pressed the button again. "It wasn't enough for you to dislike me." Cristiana arched her back as the electricity coursed through her again, slumping down when it stopped. "You had to out me... to humiliate me." She pressed the button again causing more pain to my friend's private parts. "But the worst part..." Bianca grabbed the wire attached to the clip on Cristi's clitoris. The two of them stared at each other, one with an expression of anger, one with a look of total fear. "...is that I don't know if I'll ever see my sister again." Bianca pulled hard on the cable, stretching Cristiana's poor abused organ to the limit as she pressed the button.

The electricity surged through her, but Bianca didn't let up. I started to wonder if she was going to kill my friend and was about to protest when the alligator clip came free of her body, and Cristiana fell to the bed, wailing into her gag. Bianca halted the flow of electricity and we both looked at the clip in surprise. There was blood on the teeth. Had Bianca just torn her clit off? I looked between my friend's legs as Bianca inspected her. "Calm down, Cristiana, it's still attached." Bianca said. She had thought the same thing I had, but Cristi's clit still lay nestled at the top of her slit, a little bloody wth a scratch on it but otherwise undamaged.

Bianca unclipped her nipples and we waited a few minutes for Cristi's breathing to return to normal levels. "Nicola." I looked at Bianca as she gestured to the skewers. "I want you to help me fill these fat tits with those things." I hesitated, then grabbed some skewers from the table and stood in front of her. This was it. Bianca had been the one torturing before, even though I had applied the clamps, but now I was going to be a participant, and what we were doing now would cause real damage. Without even realising that I was doing it, I grabbed my friend's left tit with one of the skewers in my other hand and positioned the point against the soft, sexy globe.
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Mindtrap 05-Jul-16 08:51 # 6001
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And after....

She made a disgusted look, staring at the two red holes on my chest in horror. "What the fuck have you done, Nicola? Oh my god, I can't believe you cut off your own breasts and ATE them!"

"Yeah, it's odd. It makes no sense, but it made me feel so good." I thought for a second and turned to Bianca. "Does this mean I'm a cannibal, or does it have to be another person's meat for it to count?" Bianca just shrugged. I looked down at Cristi's breasts. The taste of my own was lingering in my mouth. I wondered if hers would have the same flavour, or if everyone's was different. Leaning down, I took her nipple in my mouth and started to suck on it.

"There's one more thing I want from you, Cristiana." Bianca returned to us. She leaned down, speaking softly. "I want you to eat my pussy. Make me come with your tongue, that act of lesbianism that disgusts you so much. I want you to become what you hate, and I'll show you some mercy."

Cristian's face took on a scowl of rage. "Fuck you, Bianca. I don't know what you did to Nicola to make her this way, but I know you did something. Burn in hell."

Bianca looked disappointed. "I don't believe in hell. But I've been lucky enough to find heaven, here on earth." I peered up, still suckling my friend's nipple, to see Bianca looking at me with love in her eyes. I didn't understand, but I felt a burst of emotion for her as well. She took on a look of malice. "Nicci, darling.... please bite it off."

"Don't do it, Nicola, please..." Cristi whimpered uncomfortably. "Stop! Ow! Oooooowwww!" She started to yelp as I began to bite down on her nipple. There was a small tear where the alligator clamp had broken the skin. My teeth closed in on it, digging into her tender nipple as I bit harder. Cristiana shrieked at this new violation. I ground my jaws together, tasting blood, until I pulled my head back. There was a small bit of resistance as the last bit of flesh gave way, and I rolled Cristiana's nipple around in my mouth, tasting it thoughtfully. My friend sobbed as a blood flowed from her de-nippled breast and Bianca moved to stop the leak and clean up the crimson spill.

"Nicola..." Cristiana looked up at me through her tears. "Please..."

I reached for the red ball gag and stuffed it back in despite Cristi's protests. I preferred the look of it to that of the tape. "I'm sorry Cristi. I hate hearing you beg. I don't think you'll appreciate being debreasted as much as I did, but that's where this is going, I realise that now. Just relax, and let it happen." I leaned down and put my forehead against hers, caressing her. "Just a little bit longer. Be strong for me, okay?" She seemed grateful for my reassurances, desperate for the small comfort. I pointed to one of the cupboards. "Bianca, there's some nylon rope in there. Grab it for me would you?" Bianca seemed surprised, but she didn't argue. As she headed over to where I pointed, I wondered how I knew it was there. I shook my head, clearing the confusing thought and instead focused on the task at hand.

Causing Cristiana to wince, I started to extract the skewers from her boobs one by one. Each skewer left a tiny puncture wound behind which leaked a small amount of blood, but save that and a missing nipple on one breast they were otherwise undamaged.

Bianca returned and handed me the thin rope, and I started to wrap it around the hysterical Cristiana's breasts, eliciting a few squeals as I tied it off. The twin orbs bulged with the strain, turning a slightly reddish colour. I made a knot between her tits and pulling up one of the stools, I climbed onto it and looped the other end of the rope over the pulley that I had hung from earlier this evening. I fastened it to the mechanism and stepping down, I went to the switch Bianca had used and pressed it.

Cristiana yelped as her tits were pulled forward. "Bianca, just let her out of the chair, would you? But hold her arms." Bianca did as I asked and I kept holding the switch. Cristiana stumbled out of the chair as the rope pulled her forward, until she was standing right underneath the pulley. I grabbed some leather cuffs and approached the two girls. Taking one of Cristi's wrists from Bianca I forced it into the cuff, strapping it tight, then did the same with her other wrist, restraining both of her arms tightly behind her back. Cristiana was helpless, gagged and standing nearly on tiptoes to relieve the pressure on her bound tits.

I returned to the switch and prepared to press it, raising my friend into the air, if I could still call her that. I stopped, my finger a hair's width from the trigger, and my eyes were drawn back to the katana sitting on the wall. I had an idea, and a spark of excitement rushed through me. I left Cristiana where she stood and went over to the sword behind her, lifting it off the rack and admiring the ornate patterns along the scabbard. Placing my hand on the hilt I unsheathed it with a loud metallic ring, giving it an experimental swipe. I could see that it was sharp as the light glinted off the edge. I glanced at Bianca, an expression of uncertainty on her face, and tossed her the scabbard. She caught it and watched me intently to see what I was going to do.

Standing behind Cristiana, I made her yelp as I gave her cute ass a pinch, then took a step back and lifted the sword. Cristiana tensed, knowing that something was about to happen, and I didn't keep her waiting in fear any longer. I swung the naked blade in an arc in front of me. The curved steel slid through the air flawlessly, Cristi's thighs putting up no resistance as the blade sliced through them at an angle, like they weren't even there. Her perfect legs no longer supporting her, she dropped sharply until she reached the end of the rope, her tits wobbling as they suddenly stopped her descent, and her severed appendages fell to the ground with a pair of thumps. She screamed like a banshee, kicking the bloody stumps of her thighs aimlessly as she hung there by her darkening breasts. Bloodlust overwhelmed me and I looked down at her ecstatically, the thrill of her torture giving me shivers.

I waited... Eventually Cristiana stopping flailing. Standing to the side of her, I watched her eyes dart around in confusion and then fear as she saw me raise the katana above my head. I swung the blade again, and in a heartbeat, the Japanese steel passed through her breasts like a hot knife through butter, severing the pale orbs where they were held by the rope. She fell to the floor knocking the air from her lungs, and a second later one of her tits, the one adorned with the beautiful butterfly tattoo, landed right in front of her with a splat. She had stopped screaming, exhausted from the amputation of her legs, and all she could do now was stare in disbelief at her own severed breast lying on the floor in front of her. The other tit was still entangled in the rope, so I reached out and took hold of the meaty organ, squeezing it as I pulled it from its restraints. I was almost in disbelief myself as I held one of Cristi's lovely breasts in my hands.

Bianca grabbed the medical spray and moved to use it on the bleeding girl. She sealed the wounds, but Cristiana had lost a fair amount of blood. "Here, take these." I handed her the katana and the tit I held and bent down by Cristiana. Picking up the other breast I tossed it to Bianca, who managed to catch it in her arm without dropping the first one. I pulled Cristi's cuffed arms around to her front, slipping them easily over her cute ass without her legs to get in the way. Lowering the rope above us, I connected it to the cuffs and raised her back into the air. She hung limply, the twin red holes in her chest eye level with me, expanding and contracting as she panted through her nose.

I retrieved a scalpel from the skewer tray by the chair and returned. Holding her steady I knew exactly what to do, pushing it into the curve of her lower stomach. Blood spilled from under the blade as I drew a horizontal line across Cristiana's body. Bianca came back and I held out my hand to her. She took it, and I guided it to Cristiana's wound. Intertwining our fingers together, I pushed our hands into Cristiana's abdomen. It was warm and wet among her guts, and she grunted with discomfort. I felt around until I found what I was looking for, and helped Bianca get her hand around it. "Pull." I told her.

Bianca slowly withdrew her hand, holding the end of a small red sac with two hanging strands. It was Cristi's womb. "Keep pulling and don't stop." I told her. Bianca took a few steps back and Cristiana began to tilt, being pulled forwards by the bloody sac protruding from her abdomen. She weakly let out a pained moan as Bianca pulled her almost diagonally, and there was a tearing sound as her womb ripped free. Cristiana had a look of horror as she stared at the remains of her reproductive system clutched in Bianca's hand. She had just lost the last part of her femininity. Even as mutilated as she was, it was clear this had hit her hard.

I looked back at my best friend. Her intestines were starting to slide out of the wound, so I held them in as I lowered her to the ground. Sliding one hand under Cristi's back and the other under her butt, I picked her up off the ground. I squeezed her ass firmly, but she failed to respond. Her head hung back limply as she watched Bianca deposit her womb next to her amputated breasts, legs and vagina, and I carried her over to the kitchen bench.

I laid her down on the kitchen table as Bianca cleared space, moving the various body parts to one side. Cristiana looked up at me as I reached around behind her and unstrapped the ball gag, taking it from her weak mouth and chucking it onto the bed. "Nicci, it hurts..." She was starting to look pale.

I shushed her and stroked her hair affectionately. "I know, love. It's nearly over." I leaned down and stroked her hair. "Please, Cristi. I hate to see you suffering. Just do what Bianca wants, and I can patch you up."

She smiled weakly. "Nicci, baby, there's no saving me. Even if you could, I wouldn't want you to. Not with half my body gone. Just end my suffering. Please?" My heart ached. I had known everything she just said, but hadn't wanted to say the words. I just nodded.

"Are you ready to agree to my terms now, Cristiana?" Bianca asked.

Cristi nodded, and Bianca eagerly climbed onto the bench, positioning herself over Cristiana's face. My best friend looked at the pussy in front of her eyes. Hesitantly, she extended her tongue and ran it along Bianca's slit, between her labia.

Bianca in turn pressed her sex against the girl beneath her. Cristiana found her lips pressed firmly against Bianca's pussy lips. I could see her tongue running around the edges where their lips met. She performed an inexperienced cunnilingus on the first pussy besides her own, and Bianca started to get very hot. Ten minutes passed, however, and despite panting lustily, Bianca hadn't peaked and I could see Cristi was starting to tire.

I leaned down and whispered in Cristi's ear. "She doesn't have a clitoris, but she likes pain. You're going to have to bite her. Hard." Cristiana looked up at the writhing girl above her. Suddenly Bianca stiffened and let out a grunt, and I knew Cristi was biting down on whatever her teeth could find. I surreptitiously picked up a skewer from the tray and moved closer to Bianca. Her eyes were crossed as she was overwhelmed by the sensations coming from her sex, and I wasted no time. I grabbed her nippleless breast in one hand and plunged the skewer into her tit. She screamed in shock, and I thrust again. This time the skewer burst out the top of her breast, splashing her cheek with blood. She looked down at the object protruding from her body with an expression of pure ecstasy as she shuddered from her orgasm. Cristiana was choking below her, her mouth being flooded with Bianca's come. She coughed and I saw a squirt of pussy juice spray out of her nose, but then she managed to swallow and she found she could breathe again.

Bianca extricated herself from the other girl clumsily. I saw Cristi lick her lips, ever so slightly. "I'm going to end it now, okay?" I asked her.

She looked up at me with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you." She didn't resist as I leaned over and kissed her softly.

Bianca was beside me and I stepped aside, letting her take my place. Pulling Cristiana to the end of the bench, she held her head up as I took up the katana and lifted it above my friend's neck. I raised my arms to swing. Cristi closed her eyes calmly, a tear rolling down her cheek as she waited for her pain to end. I ended it for her.

The sword sliced through her neck cleanly and her eyes shot open in shock, her mouth an 'O' of surprise. A gush of blood sprayed from her neck and her body gave a few twitches before laying still. Cristiana's decapitated head blinked a few times as I took it from Bianca, her long blonde hair hanging down below her severed neck, turning red as drops of blood spilled down the golden tresses. I kissed her one last time, licking the tip of her tongue with mine, and she responded for a sweet moment before she stopped moving altogether. I looked at her as I held her beautiful head, her eyes closed and a look of peace on her face, and felt a pang of sadness in my heart as I silently said goodbye to my best friend.