(resumed)

Dropping my purse on the bed, I made my way over to the door to the back room. Entering the darkness, I made my way over to the laptop that contained the video recordings. Marie and Estelle were both lying naked on the bed through the glass, cuddling each other.

I brought up the file from that morning and pressed play, fast forwarding to where I had left them. Marie and Estelle were panting on the bed in post-coital bliss. Estelle brought her hand to her nose and sniffed it. "My hand smells like your pussy." Both girls laughed playfully, turning to face each other. "We've committed incest. Do you feel grossed out?"

Marie looked at her sister, reaching out to stroke her face. "You were right what you said before, Estelle. I love you and no matter what we have to do to survive this, nothing will change that. If we have to do sexual things to each other to keep that... Annabel happy, let's do them. I'm glad my first time was with you and not her." Not entirely true, but if they were taking it this well, I wasn't about to enlighten them.

Estelle blushed. "She's probably going to make us... you know... lick each other's pussies."

"I don't care anymore. I'll do anything I can to keep you safe. Anything. I won't give her any more reason to hurt you. If she tells me to eat your vagina, I'll eat it."

I hit pause on the computer. It wasn't what Marie had meant of course, but I allowed myself to imagine Estelle's pussy, the sexual flesh cut from her body in a bloody triangular mound and sitting on a plate in front of her sister. The musky cleft, framed by labia and capped with a clitoris just peeking out from under the hood, all in one piece just waiting to be devoured. I had shed my lower garments as I watched the two girls and I assaulted my own wet channel, my fingernails scraping the tender interior tissue. I imagined Marie picking up her sister's severed genitalia and running her tongue along the lips and inside the hole, before biting down into the raw pussy meat, tearing it with her teeth, and a shiver of delight ran through my entire body.

I stopped playing with myself long enough to lightly tap the play button with a moist finger before putting it in my mouth while I watched, sucking on the flavor.

Estelle blushed at her sister's words, slapping her gently on the shoulder. "You're such a slut."

"Don't give me that. I expect the same from you if she makes you eat mine. I'd rather have your tongue inside me than that stun stick she has."

"Oh my god, Marie, you don't think she'd put it up, you know, inside us and push the button, do you? It was bad enough on my breast, it felt like my tit was being crushed in a vice. I can't even imagine what it would feel like in my pussy."

"Let's not give her any ideas. Just do whatever she says, okay? I'll do whatever it takes to get us out of here, whether it means letting her fuck me with a strap-on or doing perverted stuff to my sister."

Estelle blushed so hard she looked like she'd been sunburned. I winced at the thought of that lovely white skin under the harsh sun. "Thanks Marie. I love you."

I stopped the playback. There was more to catch up on, but it would have to wait. I stood up, stepping out of my skirt and panties, which were down around my ankles. As I was about to head out of the back room I hesitated by a small box on the table. Opening it, I ran my fingers over the various utensils inside. I bit my lip, trying to decide what to do. Finally I grabbed a small scalpel with a plastic cap over the blade. Tucking it into my boot, I proceeded into the girls' room.

The sisters glanced at me as I entered, trying to ignore my bare pelvis. I sat down next to them on the bed, and beckoned to Estelle. "Estelle, come and get between my legs."

"We're hungry," Marie said as Estelle positioned herself, "can't you bring us some food?"

I stroked Estelle's hair. "I'll make you something later. Just be patient for now." Estelle was inches away from my pussy now, looking at it as if it was going to bite her. I slouched down a bit, bringing my pelvis right to her face. She could smell my arousal. Sticking out her tongue, I let out a moan as she ran it up my slit, licking the juice from my labia and replacing it with her saliva.

"Marie, come and lie beside me." I beckoned to her and she obediently moved over beside me on the large bed. I put my arm around her, and held her while my other hand moved between her legs. I began to stroke her soft pussy lips while her sister's head bobbed up and down between my thighs. It was wonderful, but I wanted to watch them together. "Estelle... move over to your sister." Estelle froze, looking up, her eyes darting between me and Marie. A look of resignation crossed her face as she moved her head over to her sister's vagina.

Marie held her breath as Estelle began to lick her most intimate place, her eyes crossing at the pleasure her sister's tongue was giving her. Estelle plunged the organ as deep inside Marie as she could stretch it, Marie's pussy clamping down on it as tightly as her muscles could grasp. I re-positioned myself in the other direction, head to toe with Estelle. As she focused on Marie, I lifted one of her legs, admiring the view before me. Her virgin pussy was a vision of beauty for my eyes. I reached out and stroked it, eliciting a small squeal from her, slightly muffled by her sister's vagina. I watched in rapture as her clit stiffened under my attention.

Estelle meanwhile withdrew her tongue and moved her mouth up to Marie's clit, sucking it in and plunging two of her fingers into Marie's wet box. She gently nibbled on the pink pleasure center, and it wasn't long before Marie was screaming, gushing her climax into Estelle's mouth. Estelle Kept her face pressed against the other girl's cunt, drinking the sticky flow. Estelle was enjoying my ministrations. Her sweet flower was opening to me, so delicate, so fragile... so sensitive. I let the scent of her fill my being until it was all I could think about. I glanced at her for a second, panting against her sister's abdomen.

I got up and walked over to where Estelle's chain went into the ground. Withdrawing the key from it's hiding place about my person, I unlocked the clip holding it in place. Before either girl could react (Marie being wiped out from her orgasm and Estelle being easily surprised) I had stepped over to Estelle and taken her by the hand. Leading her off the bed, I took her over to an object covered by a large sheet. Pulling it off revealed a chair, similar to one a gynecologist would use. I motioned to Estelle. "Please hop in." Confusion on her face, she climbed into the chair and sat down. In a flash I had secured her wrists and legs with the leather straps attached to it. I pulled a strap tightly across her abdomen as well, and proceeded to open the legs of the chair, exposing her completely to the room.

I knelt down in front of her and stroked my hand across her pussy, her clit stiffening at my touch. "Oh Estelle," I murmured softly, "I'm truly sorry. I was going to suck these cute pussy lips of yours until you cried out my name, but instead..." I reached into my boot, extracting the scalpel. "...I think I'm going to have to cut them off."

"WHAT?!" Marie's yell pierced the air, echoing around the room. Estelle just gasped.

I repeated myself. "I'm going to slice off your sister's labia, Marie. Please don't beg for mercy, either of you." I popped off the plastic cap and grasped one of Estelle's lips. The scalpel blade shined under the lights of the room.

"WAIT, why? Why are you doing this?" Marie was off the bed, coming as close as she could with the limits of her ankle chain, reaching out to her sister who was looking at the blade with a face pale with fear.

I shrugged. "I don't have an exact reason. It's just something... I have to do. I need this." I gave Estelle a small peck, right on the clit. "Such beautiful girls, I want them. I obsess over their tits and their clits. When it's just sex it feels great... but... add blood and violence and sexual destruction to the mix... and I lose myself in bliss. I can't help myself. I wish I could give you both what you want... but I can't."

"Wait, please, please don't." Marie was begging as I moved the scalpel to her sister's flesh. How irritating. "Cut mine off!" I stopped dead, the shiny blade poised in a very threatening position.

"What?"

"You heard me. Please. Don't hurt Estelle. If you have to mutilate one of us, do it to me. Cut off my labia. I want you to do it." She was breathing hard as I looked at her, hopeful that she had found a way to save her sister.

"You... want me to?"

"Yes." Marie sat back on the bed with her legs apart, pulling her sex open."I know you want to. I want you to do it too. Let her go, strap me into your chair, and cut up my cunt with your scalpel. Please?" I hesitated, so Marie went further. "My clitoris too. Cut the fucker right out of me."

"Marie..." Estelle whispered softly, torn between love for her sister and fear for her own privates.

"Hush Estelle, I know what I'm doing." Marie looked at me again. "Go on, do it to me. Remove my pussy."

I swallowed and said the only thing I could.

"Um... Okay."

I knelt in front of Marie, her legs splayed to either side of her as wide as they could go. I had given her an injection to dull the pain just enough to keep her from passing out. Her vagina was in full view of both her sister sitting on the bed with her face full of worry, and the camera beyond the mirror. All of us had front row seats for her de-sexing. She watched me fearfully.

Reaching out, I began to play with her pussy. It wasn't that long ago I had wanted to do this very thing to her, removing her pussy lips while she was unconscious. Now I was able to do it while she was awake, and at her own request. I had never experienced anything like this before. I was so happy I almost felt like crying.

Marie's clit began to stiffen as I rubbed her sex, betraying its ignorance of its impending fate. Part of me wanted to believe she was looking forward to this, as turned on as I was by the thought of having her female parts severed from her body. Unable to wait any longer, I brought the scalpel to the bottom of her pussy, where the labia started to form from her perineum. She was breathing heavily as she felt the cold metal touch her sensitive skin, and I started to slice into her. She tried not to scream as blood dripped down onto the chair, instead letting out a strangled groan. I didn't have to saw very much, the blade was razor sharp and moved through her labia easily.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Marie swore at the top of her lungs as her most sensitive bits were excised. I cut slowly, keeping the blade as close to her body as I could despite the violent shaking of her hips, and Marie began to scream in earnest as I started to pull the lips away, the sharp blade moving through her flesh parting skin and tissue, slicing away her femininity. She had to take a breath as I reached her clit, then the screaming renewed again. I avoided the little nub, cutting away the pussy that surrounded it. The last piece of meat connecting her sex to her was cut, and then the whole bloody mass was in my hand. Marie's vagina was now an angry red wound, nothing left of her vulva except an untouched clitoris poking out of the gore.

Marie's screams continued as I stepped over to Estelle. Tears were streaming down her face as she watched her sister's torture. I took her hand and placed Marie's genitals in her palm. "Don't drop this," I told her. She stared at the severed tissue she had been affectionately licking only minutes before, and promptly fainted, keeling back onto the bed.

I returned to kneeling between Marie's legs, her clit still poking out with it's protection stripped away. Her screams had finally died, dulling to a slow mewling sound. Keeping eye contact with her, I lowered my face until I could take the tiny organ in my mouth. I sucked on it gently for a few seconds, then grinning like a cheshire cat I began to bite down. Marie's screams started again as she watched me bite off her clitoris, the little piece of meat filling my mouth with blood as it was torn away.

I straddled her, taking her clit out of my mouth. "Look Marie, it's your little clitty!" Her eyes had trouble focusing on the piece of her I dangled in front of them, her breathing intense as she gasped for air. I smiled, rubbing it down her cheeks and across her lips, before placing it between her breasts and giving her a quick kiss. "I'll just leave this here. Thank you Marie. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. It means so much to me... I'll never forget this."

Hopping off, I got between her legs and prepped the handheld butane torch to seal her wounds. As I carefully ran the small blue flame across the ragged wounds of her pussy, trying not to burn any undamaged skin, her pain became more than the drugs could contain and she mercifully passed out. I finished cauterizing the wounds, and covered her groin with a gauze coated in disinfectant. Carrying her back to the bed, I lay her down by Estelle, who had woken up.

"You're going to kill us, aren't you." Estelle looked at me with mournful eyes.

"I don't want either of you dead, Estelle. I like you both." It was true, to my surprise. "That's why I patched Marie up. I also injected her with some more painkillers, but she's still going to be sore when she wakes up." I held out my hand to her, and she carefully lay her sister's former body parts in my palm. "Look after her, Estelle. I'll be in to see you both tomorrow and we can talk about your concerns then."

I replaced Marie's chain and left Estelle alone with her unconscious sister. Placing Marie's pussy in the fridge, I made my way to my bedroom. It would be a long day tomorrow, and I had to come up with a plan.


I listened to the girls talk through the bugs in the room as I made breakfast. Marie had come around, and it sounded like Estelle was hugging her gently, trying to console her. "I'm so sorry Marie... it should be me lying here in pain, not you."

"Oh god, it hurts. She really did it. She mutilated me, didn't she? How bad is it?"

"It's pretty bad. I didn't see how she patched it up, I sort of passed out after she... handed me what she removed."

"She what?"

"Handed it to me. All of it, in one piece. I nearly threw up." She sobbed onto Marie's neck.

Marie looked down at her pelvis. "Will you help me look at it?"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"I want to know."

I peeked around the corner through the mirror. Estelle was helping Marie to sit up, then got between her legs. As she tenderly began to peel back the bandage, Marie looked at the mess I had made of her pussy. Not wanting to let the food burn, I returned to the stove and added a dash of sauce to the frying pan. As it sizzled furiously, I strained to hear the conversation continue.

Estelle winced at the destruction. "Oh god, it's really all gone, the entire mound. Maybe... maybe we can find a plastic surgeon, they should be able to repair some of it, surely. Maybe you'll be able to orgasm with internal stimulation?"

"Well, at the very least they should be able to make it smooth down there. Maybe it won't look so bad once it's healed up a bit. What... what did she do with the rest?"

"She took it out with her. Maybe she wanted to mount it on her wall or something. She probably has dozens of them, a whole wall full of the severed vaginas of her victims." I really didn't. As appealing as the image was, that sort of thing would be really hard to transport. Plus you'd need some sort of taxidermy to prevent it from rotting, and I'm sure your average taxidermist would raise an eyebrow if a human vagina was placed on his workbench. All in all, souvenirs were usually a little hard to keep. Usually.

Estelle changed the subject. "I'm hungry, Marie. We haven't eaten anything in like two days." Exactly what I hoped to hear. I would have some food for them shortly. I added some herbs to the pan.

"The drugs she's given me are are playing merry hell with my stomach. I don't think I could keep any food down, but when we see her again I'll insist that she bring you something."

Placing their breakfast onto a plate, I covered it up and walked into the room carrying the tray. Estelle warily watched me cross the room while Marie delicately replaced the bandage over the wound between her legs. I pulled up a short table beside the bed and placed the tray on it. The smell was appetizing and Estelle scooted forward, eager for a meal. I removed the cover, revealing Marie's fried pussy. Estelle made a strangled sound while Marie covered her mouth.

"You haven't eaten for nearly 40 hours. You may be repulsed by the thought of this, but I assure you it tastes very good. Now, if you don't eat it you won't be getting anything else, and I'm not about to let it go to waste, so either one of you eat it or I will."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Estelle shrieked. "That's my sister's vagina! You cooked it? And you're asking me to eat it like I'm some sort of cannibal?!"

"It's meat, Estelle." I told her matter-of-factly. "And cooked very well, I might add. It may have been part of your sister once, but not anymore. And it's not like it can be reattached. Either someone eats it or it rots, and you two don't have a lot of options."

The girls looked in horror at the fried pussy in front of them. It was still completely recognizable - a steaming hole, framed by a pair of browned lips, surrounded by Marie's outer labia. I was extremely reluctant to offer it to them. My mouth was watering just looking at it, but if I could talk them into actually eating it, the memory would fuel my solo play sessions for a long time.

Estelle looked at her sister questioningly, not knowing what to do. Marie had gone quite pale. "What happens if we refuse?"

I sighed. "Then I eat it instead, in front of you. And I promise you I will enjoy it. Yours won't be the first pussy I've eaten - figuratively or literally - and to tell you the truth, they are the most delicious cut of a girl."

Estelle blanched at my choice of words. I had spoken hastily, reminding them where the meat had come from. I was about to give up, when Marie spoke. "Promise us you won't do to Estelle what you did to me." Estelle looked at her sister in surprise, but Marie kept eye contact with me. "Promise."

I stared back, unblinking. "I promise." I wondered if I was telling the truth.

I pushed the tray closer to them. Estelle remained still, and Marie took her hand. "It's okay, Estelle. Annabel is right. It's just meat now. We do what we have to to survive, ok? We'll get out of this somehow." She gave her sister's hand a reassuring squeeze.

Estelle gingerly picked up the knife and fork, as if she were afraid they would break at her touch. Carefully she jabbed the sexy meal in front of her and carved off a slice of cooked labia. I watched intently as she put the cooked flesh to her mouth and put it in, chewing thoughtfully for a second before swallowing her sister's pussy meat. I felt a little spark of pleasure shoot through my loins at the sight.

Marie stared at her sister, watching her former body parts disappearing into the other girl's mouth. Her stomach let out a hungry growl. Estelle hesitated, looking at her. "I'm sorry Marie, I didn't think you'd be interested, but... do you want some?"

"What's it like?"

"It doesn't taste like anything else I've ever had. It's... not awful. I mean, I can't stop thinking about what it is... what it used to be, but... everything tastes good when you're hungry, you know?"

"Maybe just one bite." Estelle sliced off another piece of the pussy filet and held it to Marie's mouth. Marie let her sister feed her, tasting the meat in her mouth before she started chewing it up and swallowing. "Maybe just another. You were right, I really am hungry." She took another mouthful of her own fried pussy. Chewing on the spiced meat, she looked down at the remains on the plate. "What did you do with my clitoris?"

"Here." I reached down my top and withdrew the chain around my neck. At the end, encased in resin, was a small pink clit. The severed end was hidden by the setting, and you couldn't tell what it was unless you already knew what you were looking at. "I'm not usually one for souvenirs, but I just couldn't part with it. Now I'll always be able to look at it and remember how wonderful it felt to bite it off."

"You're sick." Marie said to me coldly.

"Yes, by society's standards, I can't deny that." I motioned at the half-eaten vagina. "I do expect you to keep your promise if you want me to keep mine." The girls resumed their meal, and piece by piece, what remained of Marie's sex slowly disappeared down their throats.

I was delighted at the scene that had unfolded before my eyes. Grinning widely, I couldn't resist pressing them about it. "How did you enjoy your meal? Wasn't it delicious?" Estelle wouldn't meet my eyes, a look of guilt on her face. "Well I hope you haven't had your fill of pussy, Estelle, because now I want you to eat mine." Returning to my seat, I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs, exposing myself to them. "Just stick to licking and sucking, mind. I wouldn't want you to think my cunt is on the menu now that you've had a taste of girl meat."

Estelle flinched at the reminder that her breakfast had been part of a person, but she obediently got down between my knees. I was dripping after watching them eat, and I gasped in delight as her tongue made contact with my lips. She clumsily licked them up and down before pushing her tongue inside me, licking the sensitive skin of my tunnel. I felt her hot breath on my labia as she probed the ridges of my pussy, and I found myself being less than dignified as I let out a lusty moan, grasping her head and pulling it against my bucking pelvis as she swallowed my flowing juices.

I glanced at Marie as her sister moved her attention to my clitoris. She was watching Estelle pleasure me with a blush on her face, as though she still retained some semblance of innocence. I caught her eye and accidentally let my polite facade drop as I shot her a wicked grin. "Jealous?"

Estelle heard me and bit down angrily on my clit. I let out a gasp as the pain hit me, mixing with my pleasure. I felt her teeth clench down on my delicate organ, and was hit with one of the hardest orgasms I've ever had. I'm not sure how long it lasted, but when the spots disappeared from my eyes, Estelle still held my clit between her teeth. She wasn't biting any harder, but she hadn't loosened her grip either. I had forced quite a few of my victims to go down on me, but only if I thought they were properly cowed. I would never have guessed Estelle had it in her to stand up to me like this. Now that I was in danger of losing my little nub, I was becoming incredibly excited.

I strained to keep my voice steady as I spoke. "Are you going to bite it off, Estelle, like I did to your sister?" She was shaking slightly. I couldn't tell if it was from rage or sorrow. I stroked her head gently. "It's okay. You can bite my clit off if it will make you feel better." I whispered gently. "I promise, I won't be angry with you." I held my breath as the pressure got a little tighter and a new wave of pain came from my genitals. Was this it? Was I about to lose my clitoris, an experience I had inflicted on many other girls? Was I actually looking forward to it?

I felt more than I heard, a sigh come from Estelle. She slowly loosened her jaw, and I winced as her teeth gradually pried out of the indentations they had left in my clit. It was a beacon of pain as the blood began to flow again, and my vision blurred slightly as I looked down at it, letting out a breath I hadn't been aware I was holding. There was a dark teeth-shaped indentation near the base where still it bore the mark of Estelle's aggression. A tear rolled down her face as she looked at what she had done. "My god... I'm so sorry..."

I shushed her and continued to stroke her hair. "No, don't be sorry. I've pushed you so hard these past few days, and you've done so well. You've been so brave." I helped her up and led her to the bed. "I'm going to need you to be a bit braver now. You asked me before if I was going to kill you two." Marie looked at us questioningly. She had been unconscious at the time. "I don't want to. I want to let you both go, but not before we engage in one more activity. I want one of you to cut off the other girl's breasts." Both girls immediately covered their tits with their arms, as if to protect them somehow.

"No... no, no, no." Marie started to get agitated. "I can't... I can't go through it again. Not my tits. It hurt so much when you cut up my pussy. I can't!" Tears had begun to well up in her eyes.

"I promise you that if you do this one last thing, I'll make sure you are in no danger of dying. You'll both get to see your family again. Isn't that what you want? They're worried about you. You can come out of this alive, and all it will cost you is a pair of breasts."

Marie looked at her sister, shaking her head. "I'm sorry Estelle... I just can't." She left the question unspoken.

"Why would you let us go?" Estelle asked me. "We've seen your face. The police will ask us where we've been. What do you expect us to tell them?"

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "Tell them the truth. You really don't know anything. All you have is a description and the name I told you. You don't know where you are, and by the time you talk to them, I'll have left France anyway. I've already made arrangements to cross the border into Spain, however our little gathering is resolved. By the time the authorities find you - assuming we come to an agreement - I'll be across the Atlantic, well out of their reach. Untouchable. I've always wanted to travel to South America, see some of the ruins. Perhaps sample some of the local... delicacies." I said the last part with a hint of wickedness, grinning as I imagined it.

I climbed around behind Estelle and put my arms around her, fondling her tits. "Marie sacrificed her pussy for you. It's understandable that she's afraid to go through the experience again." We both looked at Marie. She was still clutching at her chest, listening to us silently. I gave Estelle's boobs another squeeze. "You can save her life. Both of your lives. All you have to do is be as brave as she was, and let her cut these off." Marie looked like she was about to protest, but she remained silent. "What do you want to do, Estelle?"

"I want to go home." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"And what will you give up to get your wish?"

I had to strain to hear her reply. "My breasts."

"I think she's going to make us eat them." Marie looked at her sister's tits.

"Eat my breasts?" Estelle looked down at her chest. "You think she's going to cook them up?"

"Probably."

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I was watching them again through the mirror. They still hadn't figured out they were always being watched. The room they were in was decorated to mask the mirror's prominence, with a number of curtains, pictures, and other mirrors. It was very satisfying to hear them share their inner thoughts with each other. I'd never had this opportunity before, having only ever had a single girl at a time in the past.

Estelle grasped her pale orbs, examining them closely. "I wonder what they'll taste like?"

"I don't know. I guess it depends how she cooks them. I don't think she'll want to cut them up. She gets too much of a sexual thrill from seeing our body parts sitting there on the plate. I think she wants us to recognize what we're eating. She'll probably cook them whole, nipples and all. They're a bit big to just fry like she did with my vagina, the insides wouldn't cook. Best guess is she'll put them on some sort of grill."

"Do you think you'll be able to? Eat them, I mean."

"I'm more worried if I'll be able to cut them off. I won't lie to you Estelle. It's going to hurt a lot. Even with painkillers, what she did to me was agony. The feeling of having bits of your body removed... and then seeing those pieces of you severed and lying in her hands... Do we really want to roll over without a fight?"

Estelle smiled. "Don't think like that. I want us both to get out of here alive. Maybe I'm being naive, but... I kind of believe she'll let us go. I'll do it. I'll eat them if it gets us out of here. It seems a little unbelievable that Annabel would just let us go after what she's done, but if there's even a sliver of hope that she's telling the truth, I think we should try."

Marie smiled. "Ever the optimist, sis."

"Besides, we're already cannibals. We already ate your... you know. People crashed on mountains have had to resort to eating people to survive. That's all we're doing, right?" Estelle's chattering was speeding up, a sign of hysteria. I hoped Marie would act as a calming influence. Hysterical people were so difficult to deal with. "At least we'll get another meal - I'm still so hungry. What we ate earlier wasn't very filling, split between two people." She realized what she just said, gasping. "Oh my god, Marie, I'm sorry. Please don't think I was ungrateful! I mean, your pussy wasn't my first choice of a meal, but... I mean... I don't even know what I mean. I guess I mean since I had to eat it, I appreciated that it eased my hunger, even a little." Estelle blushed bright red.

Marie looked at her sister in shock, and slowly a slight smile crept onto her face. "You idiot. I know what you're trying to say." She reached out and took her sister's hand. "And you're right. We're just doing whatever it takes to survive. I'm not going to hold it against you."

"Will you look at us? We're talking about how eating each other's body parts makes us feel. Your pussy.... my breasts. I think we must be going a little crazy."

"No argument there."

"How do you think she'll make you remove them?"

"I don't know. The scalpel she used on me is too small. Maybe she'll bring in a larger knife."

Estelle looked down again. "I hope it's fast. A guillotine would be perfect. Just strap me in with my breasts poking through the holes, you pull a switch and the blade would take them off in a second."

"Do you really want to be thinking about this?"

"I can't help it." Estelle reached up and caressed her pale orbs. "I just can't get it out of my head that I'm going to lose my breasts. I can't help thinking about all the ways to have them removed. I once read about this device from the middle ages. The spider I think it was called. They heated it, clamped it to a girl's breast and then tore the entire thing off her chest. I bet it really hurts to have them torn off. First the pulling, then the skin starts to rip..."

"Estelle, stop! You're just scaring yourself!"

Estelle jumped off the bed. "Bullshit! I'm scared anyway. This is unreal! I can't even wrap my head around the fact I'm about to lose my tits!" Marie took her sister's hand, her face visible with concern. Estelle sat down again, lowering her voice as she calmed down. "Talking about it... it makes it seem like it's not such a big deal somehow. I can almost trick myself that it's just this normal thing that I'm going to do. It makes it seem less awful. I'm scared, Marie..." Her sister embraced her, and she began to sob into Marie's chest.

I felt a pain in my own chest. I got off on physical pain, but I wasn't keen on the mental stuff. It made me feel bad, made me want to just let them go... but there was no chance of that. To have two beautiful sisters fall into my lap so perfectly was almost divine providence, and I wasn't about to waste the opportunity. The guilt would pass. It always did.

Marie held her tightly. "Okay, okay. Whatever helps. Look, um... I doubt she's going to make me tear them off. It sounds like it would be really hard to do, but the guillotine seems a bit big to just carry in here. Some sort of blade, I think. Maybe some hedge shears. Just... put a tit between the blades, and push the handles together." She gave a nonchalant shrug. "Off comes the boob."

Estelle laughed nervously, sniveling as she wiped her eyes. "Ow, I hope not. Any scissor mechanism would pinch awfully just before it cut." She was trying to make a joke out of the situation, trying to ease the tension.

Marie took her sister's cue. "Well we wouldn't want that," she replied sarcastically, "how about an axe or a sword? That would be fast. Kneel down with your boobs on a chopping block, I swing an axe at them and they're severed as quickly as they would be with the guillotine. Just like cutting firewood."

"Jesus, I hope not. I remember the last time you tried to cut some firewood. I had to dodge flying pieces of kindling." The girls sat in silence for a few seconds. "I'm going to be completely flat chested. I'll have to buy a whole new wardrobe."

Marie just sat there, looking like she was trying to think of something reassuring. She didn't think of anything.

"Marie..." Estelle was choking back tears. "Please don't hate me for asking this..."

"I could never..."

"Could you touch them? I'm not going to get another chance to have anyone else play with them. Could you play with my tits one last time before they're gone?"

Marie looked at Estelle, an unmistakable expression of love on her face. "Of course. Help me lie down. The meds are wearing off and it's starting to ache."

Estelle gasped, helping her sister. "Of course I will! Just lie there and don't move! I'll do everything." She climbed over Marie, her doomed breasts hanging down. She dragged her nipples across Marie's stomach as she brought her puppies level with her sister's. Moaning softly, she pressed her chest against the other girl, their boobs cushioning together, before pulling away to give Marie access. Marie hesitated for a second, probably silencing some internal guilt, before reaching up and cupping the lovely breasts above her. Estelle began to pant as Marie squeezed and fondled. Moving up her sister's body to give Marie's mouth access to her nipples, Marie flicked her tongue across them.

"Suck my nipples, Marie! Please!" Estelle was gripping the headboard tightly as her sister went to town on her boobs. Marie was squeezing a tit in each hand and moving her mouth between the two teats, trying to give them equal attention. Estelle released the headboard and sat back. As her hands found Marie's breasts, the two girls began to tug hard on each other's nipples. stretching them as far as they could before releasing the tension. I began to join in in my little room, performing the same action on my own tits, pulling them to the very edge of pain, pinching the nubs probably a little more viciously than the two sisters were.

"Oh god, Marie. That feels so good!" Estelle was in ecstasy, drooling slightly out the side of her mouth. It was quite an undignified sight, but I found it unbelievably cute to watch her lose control like this.

Marie moved her hands to Estelle's gorgeous butt. "Scoot up." she said. Estelle didn't hesitate, climbing up to the very edge of the bed and eagerly positioning her pelvis over her sister's head. Marie pressed her lips to Estelle's sex, kissing her firmly, and elicited a gasp as she licked the length of Estelle's labia. Estelle held her breath as Marie began to push her tongue inside the girl's pussy. This was her first time being pleasured orally, and it was being done by her own sister, no less. She began to let out her breath slowly as she groaned lustily, as Marie got her first taste of a pussy that wasn't her own.

She certainly appeared to enjoy it, as she attacked Estelle's vagina with a passion, clumsily thrusting her tongue as far as she could get it. Estelle certainly didn't mind her sister's inexperience, leaning back and grasping Marie's breasts behind her. She resumed pulling her sister's nipples, causing Marie to let out moans of pleasure into her pussy and increasing her own as a result.

"Oh, god... Marie... I'm going to come!" Estelle raggedly forced the words out between gasps, but Marie just gripped her sister harder, pressing her mouth firmly to the thrusting body above her. Estelle screamed at the ceiling as her orgasm hit, shuddering, her legs clamping tightly against her Marie's head.

It seemed like they held that pose for an eternity as their breathing slowed down. I had become so enraptured watching them that I had forgotten about my own climax, hypnotized by their union. I resolved to watch the recording again later. The girls slowly disentangled themselves from each other, and Estelle collapsed on the bed beside her sister. "That... was really good." She took Marie's hand in her own and simply held it. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." Marie met her tired glance with one of her own. "You must have enjoyed it - I thought I was going to drown at one point."

"Estelle giggled and put her forehead against Marie's shoulder. "I wish I could return the favour."

"Don't worry about it. I already had my orgasm back when I had something to orgasm with. I just wanted to make you as happy as I could before... you know."

"Before you cut my breasts off. You can say it."

"Fine," Marie said sadly. "I just wanted to make you as happy as I could before I cut your breasts off."

Estelle leaned over and gave Marie a loving kiss. "You did."

I uncovered the device with a flourish. It was a large paper guillotine, the kind with the curved, bladed lever used for cutting large piles of paper. I beckoned to the sisters to come over. "It's not exactly the same, but I'm afraid this is as close as I could get to a traditional guillotine. They don't exactly mass produce those, you know?"

Marie was incredulous. "I'm supposed to cut them off with that?"

"It's quicker and less messy than a knife," I replied, "and you do want to keep your sister alive, don't you? We need the process to be as quick as possible so we can close her wounds. If you fumble around pushing a knife through her tits, she'll have bled out before you finish cutting." Marie was silent, she knew I was right. I dropped a medical kit with a Love Technologies logo emblazoned across the lid onto the bed. Walking over to the device, I gently fingered the blade. "It's sharp, but you will still have to apply quite a bit of pressure."

Estelle walked over to the device. "Let's just get this over with. The waiting is worse than the torture."

"That isn't what I have observed in the past," I informed her, "but fine. Come and stand in front of it. Hang your boobs over this bar." Estelle obeyed, resting her doomed breasts on the cross bar that the blade would descend against. I stepped behind her and pulled her arms behind her back. She didn't resist, so I didn't have to be rough with her, but I still tied them tightly so she could not move her arms at all. I then reached up and stuffed a gag into her mouth.

"Mmmmffth?" She looked at me in surprise.

"I'm making it easier on Marie. You'll scream. Also, it helps with the pain to bite down." I beckoned to Marie to step up to the device. I moved to the front and gave Estelle's breasts the last caress they would ever feel. She looked at them fearfully. Gripping the nipples as hard as I could, and eliciting a squeal of pleasure or pain from Estelle - I could not tell which - I pulled her breasts taut. Marie took a deep breath to steady herself, then reached up and grasped the blade handle.

The metal made a slight squealing sound as Marie slowly guided it into place, and then she pulled down. The blade squashed Estelle's right breast slightly, pushing against it with a small indentation to begin with, and then the flesh bounced back up with a spurt of blood as the skin parted and the sharp edge began to slice into the top of her luscious skin. She began screaming almost immediately, a rivulet of blood trickling down below where the metal intersected with the meat. Marie was cutting quickly at first, but as the steel approached the center of her right tit, the curved blade began to start cutting into her left one and Estelle's scream doubled. The blade was squashing her boobs against the bar as it cut, and Marie was finding it harder to pull, the blade slowing down. I continued to tug on Estelle's nipples, delightedly watching the blood flow down the device as her stretching breasts were gradually separated from her body.

The blade's torturous journey had slowed more as it descended, suddenly coming to a stop, and while one breast was barely attached to her chest, the blade was dead in the centre of the other mound. Shit! I realised in my haste I had neglected to oil the hinge. This could be a problem. Estelle was bleeding steadily, and if Marie didn't finish cutting soon, she could die before we were able to seal the wounds. Estelle was going out of her mind, trying to pull herself away from the source of the pain, but it did nothing but help to stretch and tear the remaining attached flesh, trapped as it was by the stationary metal.

Finally, in desperation Marie jumped up and held onto the guillotine handle with her entire body, and there was a wet noise as the blade came crashing down. I saw Estelle fall over backwards as her tits came free, her stretched nipples snapping back into place as her detached globes bounced into my waiting hands. For half a second I just looked at the twin pounds of dripping, severed tit meat in awe, squeezing them with my fingers.

I came to my senses. Estelle was on the floor still screaming her head off into the gag. As Marie picked herself up from where she had fallen, I thrust her sister's severed breasts into her arms. "Don't drop these," I warned her. "This floor isn't clean." I stepped over to the medical kit and took out a packet of special gauze. It was very advanced stuff that chemically bonded to any wound like an instant skin graft, provided the wound was relatively flat. It would not have sealed Marie's pussy so well, but for Estelle's gaping chest holes it was perfect. I knelt down by Estelle, and taking a strip of the gauze, I pressed it to her body. As the disinfectant adhesive made contact with her open wounds, her eyes bulged more than I thought possible and her screams stopped as she breathed in deeply in shock. This gauze stung like a bitch, I knew from personal experience, but it cleaned wounds and stemmed blood flow. It was fantastic stuff.

Estelle was simply making strangled gasping noises. I didn't like how she was looking, so I gave her a small shot of painkillers to relax her a bit, and she began to settle down and started to breath properly again. I picked her up and lay her on the bed. Undoing her wrist binding, I helped her move her arms out from underneath her, but she just lay there limply, staring at her now flat chest in horror. She may have known what was going to happen to her, but the reality that her tits were gone had come crashing down.

I looked at Marie. She was just standing there, her face a pale white, like she had seen a ghost. I noticed with amusement the way she cradled Estelle's severed breasts against her stomach, she looked like she had four tits. I took one from her and held it up to her face, nipple-first. "Go on," I urged her. Marie did not argue, still in a state of shock. She took the dead nipple in her mouth and nursed at her sister's former teat as I held it there. I let her suckle on it for a minute, then I pulled it from her mouth with a discreet 'pop' and reversed the breast, taking it into my own mouth while she watched, a sickened expression on her face. Estelle's nipple was growing cold and losing its hardness, as the blood drained from the ragged flesh where it used to be connected to her chest, but I treated it as though it was still attached, licking the nipple and suckling like it would bring her the greatest pleasure.

Deciding I had teased her enough, I took the organ from my lips and plopped it down on the metal tray, which I then held out to Marie. She dropped her sister's other breast next to the first. Leaving her to care for Estelle, I exited the room, taking the cuts with me. I put the tray in the kitchen where I had prepared some additional ingedients ready for cooking, and picked up my phone, dialing a number I had memorized.

It connected on the second ring. "Is it done?" I asked.

A familiar feminine voice reached my ears. "Yes, no problems. You caught a flight out of Paris two days ago. I'm going to stay another night making use of your credit card before you arrive."

I smiled. "Good. Spend whatever you like as long as the purchases aren't odd. If you buy something like a Ferrari, people would wonder why I suddenly don't have one next week."

"Ooh, that does sound fun though. You could keep the car? You'll need something to drive here, and I'd still get to enjoy it until tomorrow."

I sighed. "Fine, Celeste. Just make sure it's a colour I like."

"Did I mention how much I love my job?"

"I probably pay you too much. I'll see you tomorrow night." I hung up the phone and dialed the number for the Spanish lawyer Anais had referred me to.

"Si?"

"It's me, Mr Torres."

"Ah, Senorita Annabel! I have been expecting your call. I found someone."

My heart starting beating quickly. "Excellent. She needs to be on a flight from Madrid to Mexico tomorrow afternoon. Any problems providing identification?"

He laughed. "No, no. I was able to find a true professional. She may as well have been born with the name Annabel." He hesitated. "You know, you have attorny-client privilege, Senorita. I don't suppose you want to tell me what this is all about?"

"I'd prefer not to. I wouldn't want it to weigh on your conscience. Suffice to say I'm trying to pull a rabbit out of a hat, and need some sleight of hand."

Torres let out a bellowing laugh. He seemed to do a lot of that. "Ah, surely Anais told you I don't have one! Never mind, I have many other mysterious clients to distract me. Rest assured, I will make sure everything goes smoothly."

"Thank you, Mr Torres."

"My pleasure! I hope we can do business again. I love clients who pay me so much to do so little!"

I bade him goodbye and dropped the phone into my travel bag and returned to the kitchen. Setting the oven to preheat, I began to prepare the evening meal. It appeared as though I might be able to keep my promises after all.

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