Huh. Gurochan's safe again? I guess I should post progress:

Bill's hand was completely soaking wet with Amy's arousal when she finally pulled it free. “Heather, can you get me a washcloth from the loo?” Bill requested. “There's no way I can hold the scalpel with my fingers this slippery,” Bill added in explanation.

“No problem,” Heather grinned, walking the couple of meters needed to retrieve the miniature towel and handing it to her girl. “We wouldn't want you to slip and cut something you shouldn't after all,” Heather joked.

Bill wiped her hands mostly clean of Amy's arousal, leaving them the soft and damp but ready for the next step.

“Actually, what was the next step?” Bill wondered aloud as she picked the scalpel back up.

Heather was about to speak up when she caught a glimpse of Amy's hazel eyes widening. She leaned back, tangling her fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic bush and letting the green-skinned snuff toy talk instead of interrupting, eager to see what the 'alien' girl would suggest.

Amy blushed lightly at the question, her cunt still aching pleasantly from the abuse that Bill had put it through. The next step? That would have to be... “Well, this is a dissection?” Amy asked, more to remind herself of the facts at hand than for any confirmation. “So, unless you want to just carve out my twat and start dinner?” Amy added with a shiver. “Then the next step would be slicing me open to see what's inside, right?” Amy asked, a quiver of fear underpinning the almost lustful hope present in her words.

Bill blinked. That would be the next step wouldn't it? Bill half swallowed as she stared at Amy's bared green pubic mound. Everything up till now, the fisting, unhooding her clit, it had all been survivable. This next step could be too, whether for a human girl or an alien chick, but... with Heather and maybe even Amy herself egging her on? It probably wouldn't be. She wanted to do it. After getting to fist her, Bill's slit was dripping wet with arousal at just the thought of doing more! But, something held her back; some hesitance or moral qualm that she wasn't even sure was right...

"And you're okay with this?" She asked the green-skinned girl before her. "Being dissected, I mean? Having me cut you up?"

"You mean, am I okay with reducing me to nothing more than memories, trophies, and souveniers? With you dissecting me? With you offing me for your own enjoyment just so that you and your very sexy little girlfriend can take my pussy as a romantic birthday meal?" Amy asked almost innocently as she imagined just how sexy Bill would look in the thigh-high boots and shoulder length leather gloves Heather planned to make from 100% pure 'alien' leather.

"You already asked me earlier, remember?" Amy's hazel eyes gazed back full of fiery arousal.

"Yes," Amy declared. "Please..." she begged. "Snuff me."

Bill's heart pounded in her chest at Amy's heartfelt plea. She couldn't understand the girl, no, the alien, sprawled helplessly in front of her; her green twat dripping on a lurid display of just how eager Amy really was to be dissected. Bill couldn't understand her, but that didn't mean that Bill couldn't give her what she wanted.

With her hands now dried on the washcloth her lover had brought her, Bill had no trouble at all lifting the scalpel to begin her work.

Her grip was firm as she drew the scalpel across the alien girl's pubic mound, feeling the blade drag a bit as it sliced through flesh like pulling on a zipper.

"Nnngh!" Amy grunted as the searing sting of the scalpel opening her up hit her. She struggled to stay still, a task made easier when she noticed that heather had secured her hands beneath her knees.

"Don't squirm," Heather admonished. "I can give you something to distract yourself with if you want?" Heather asked, almost completely rhetorically as she lifted her bared and pouting slit over Amy's clenched lips.

Amy opened her mouth, panting heavily into Heather's rose colored sex, her vision blocked by the soft pale globes of Heather's pert butt as she felt Bill begin to reach around inside her.

The sensation was almost indescribable, feeling Bill's fingers clasp around her waiting womb, the moisture from her own arousal stinging the edges of the incision Bill had made as they rubbed against the brown girl's questing wrist. This was what she had been bought for, Amy realized, not as a sex toy to lick and fuck but as an experience, an alien dissection; vivisection really.

“Is that her womb?” Heather asked her lover her as if to emphasize Amy's revelation.

“It looks like it,” Bill agreed. “Seems almost human, doesn't it?” she asked, intrigued. “Of course, the rest of her does too a bit, so just shows what I know.”

Amy gasped into the musky folds of Heather's sex as Bill squeezed her womb in her hand. “You sure this'll feed both of us?” the frizzy-haired girl asked. “It seems rather small.”


“Not by itself,” Heather admitted grinding the petals of her sex into Amy's pert young lips. “But we'll be cooking her filet as well,” the dirty blonde-haired girl reassured her lover. Savoring the feel of Amy's tongue as it began to probe her aching slit.


“And what should I do with this,” Bill paused, and Amy could feel the black girl's fingertips stroking one of her ovaries, “these?” Bill corrected herself. "Should I cut them open?" She asked, and Amy felt a sympathetic twinge as her body reacted almost subconsciously to the near certain prospect of future pain. Her tongue dove into the soft pink folds of Heather's snatch, searching every nook and cranny of the star-eyed girl's sex as she sought to drive herself to distraction and avoid the fate she could no longer see coming. Amy wanted this; dear god did she want this! But no amount of desire could stop her own instinctive reactions to the pain being promised.

"Well, it is a dissection," Heather drawled with a sultry half smile. "Wouldn't want to leave the work half done, right?"

Amy couldn't see Bill nod, but she could hear the telltale scrape of metal on metal which could only be the pair of scissors opening in preparation to meet her ovary.

Bill stared at the thumb-sized organ between her fingertips. It was soft and pliable, and she could feel the alien girl that her girlfriend had recruited squirming beneath her with every touch. Bill couldn't help herself. She pushed her own quivering sex against the smooth surface of Amy's bared upper thigh, grinding her lips against the redhead's supple flesh.

Careful not to cut herself, Bill brought the scissors that had been included in the Dissection kit that Heather had brought her to bear on Amy's vulnerable ovary and began to cut.

Amy's pained reaction was almost completely muffled by the lips of Heather's aching twat, but Bill could feel the way the green girl's leg tensed up beneath her as she snipped her eggsac in two, being careful not to drop either of the pieces.

"I never expected it to be so small..." Bill admitted looking at the two halves of Amy's cleaved ovary before setting them down on her belly.

"Unnnngggh! What do you want to do with them?" Heather asked as Bill picked up Amy's remaining ovary, thoroughly enjoying the way that Amy was using her tongue in an attempt to drive them both to distraction.

Bill paused, not quite sure. She was definitely enjoying the process of the dissection, but she didn't exactly have plans for afterwards.

"Not sure," Bill admitted. "You have an idea?" Bill asked, fairly certain from the look on Heather's face that her lover did.

"Well, usually people preserve specimens from dissection don't they?" Heather asked, bending down to pick up a particularly large necked bottle of Vodka. "Why don't we?" She asked, picking up a ruined half of Amy's severed ovary and dropping it into the Vodka with a cute splash. "Vodka's not exactly traditional, but this is a high enough proof it should work. We can display it in the bookcase; our own pair of pickled alien ovaries," Heather suggested.

"Damn," Bill realized. "That's kinda hot."

Amy clearly thought so too given the way that her whole body was trembling at the pronouncement, one of her hands slipping free from beneath Heather's knee and sliding down to play with her already abused folds.

"Lets do it," Bill agreed, picking up the other ovary half and dropping it in the bottle before taking up her scissors once more and quickly snipping off Amy's remaining ovary without even bothering to cleave it in two first.

Amy's body barely knew how to respond to the pain that shot through her womb and into her stretched and battered twat. She was barren now; spayed, like a pet cat. Bill had destroyed any chance for her to have children out of nothing but an almost childlike curiosity as she dissected the alien her girlfriend had gotten her; and while the pain was still shocking, the knowledge that this incredibly sexy nubian lesbian was destroying her bit by bit was making Amy's cunt drip with arousal.

With a soft splash Bill dropped Amy's last remaining ovary into the bottle of vodka and sealed the top tight.

"That'll do for now," Heather assured her lover. "We'll get a nicer container for them tomorrow."

Of course, Amy wouldn't be around to see what sort of container they decided on by then, hell, with Heather covering her face as she was, Amy couldn't even tell what sort of container they had right now! Her cunt was dripping wet, even with the lingering, aching pain of having her ovaries snipped from her, and Amy could feel her entire body practically thrumming in excitement!

Bill reached down through the cut she had made in Amy's body and tugged at the base of the green-skinned girl's womb before bringing the scissors to bare just behind Amy's cervix at the entrance to the now-useless organ.

Amy let out a low and throaty moan as the dual blades of the dissection kit scissors bit into her sensitive flesh, shearing her womb away on one smooth motion.

Heather shuddered, cumming over Amy's green-stained face as the redhead moaned into her folds. This was everything she could have possibly dreamed about when she thought up Bill's birthday gift. Having a girl writhing under her in a heady mixture of pleasure and pain as her girlfriend took them apart like a high school science experiment... Feeling the redhead shudder and quake as Bill dissected her, all three of them knowing what her fate would be, but the girl laying there, eager and unafraid... It was everything she'd fantasized about! Her climax ran through her like a bolt of lightning as she reached down, forcing Amy's face into her folds, grinding her petals against her lips! On and on it wnt as Bill placed Amy's womb on the redhead's stomach, the pink a vivid picture against her green skin.

“Oh! It's green inside too!” Bill announced, pulling the entrance open with a pair of forceps. “You can't paint in there... I... She really is an alien, isn't she?”

“Yes! Yes!” Heather cried out mid-climax, the only other person in the room completely muffled for her pleasure. It wasn't meant as an answer to Bill's question, but her girlfriend took it as one anyway.

“Holy! Cor! That's... Thank you so much, Heather!” Bill cried out suddenly hugging her girlfriend from behind in sheer love and wonder.

Amy smiled as she basked in the warmth of the two lovers enjoying her body. This was what she wanted when she signed up as a snuff-o-gram, for someone to use her, to enjoy her. She wanted to give someone an incredible experience they would never forget, and laying beneath the pair of lesbian lovers as they embraced each other? Amy knew that even if they called everything off right now and she somehow survived this, that she had done just that. Of course, Amy had no intention of that happening. Giving the girls a special night to remember was one thing, but she had heard their plans for her, and she knew that something even more special was yet to come.

It felt like several minutes until the girls ended their embrace, but Amy continued her appointed task all the while, licking and savoring the taste of Heather's arousal from her tender folds until the hug finally broke.

“You ready for the next part?” Heather asked with a throaty grin, but the question wasn't directed at her.

“Of course!” Bill answered readily. “All this dissection work is making me hungry.”

“Then you're in luck,” Heather laughed. “It's time to harvest her filet.”
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To Be Continued