(resumed)

Estelle looked at the plate in front of her. It held one of her breasts, still steaming from being cooked, the crisp golden skin perspiring with the flavourful juices I had injected during the process. In front of me, my plate held its twin, also browned to perfection, sitting shapely and whole on the china dish in front of me.

The girls sat across from me at the dining table I had set up for the occasion. We were having a candlelight dinner, the three of us, and I had gone all out on the presentation. Of course, I doubted either of them appreciated it much since Estelle had been the one to provide the meat. I was about to feast on one of her tits, and the girls were to share the other.

"Would you like some wine?" I beamed at the sisters, putting on the demeanor of a polite hostess.

Marie held out her glass. "Anything I can get to wash this... this down."

I poured some into the glass. "I find red goes well with female breast, at least it does the way I like to cook them." I poured some into Estelle's as well, though if she noticed she didn't show it. I'd had to give her a few meds to dull the pain, or she would never be able to concentrate on the meal.

I picked up my steak knife and fork. "Bon appetite, girls." It was gluttonous of me, but I always started with the nipple. Spearing the nub with one of the fork's prongs, I stretched it up, and used the serrated knife to saw through the aureole. The nipple came away from the globe, and the girls couldn't keep their eyes off me as I put it in my mouth. I let out a moan as the flavour hit me. Heavenly. I chewed the delicious piece of Estelle, delighting in the juices being squeezed out of the flesh by my teeth. When I had sufficiently reduced it to a piece of unrecognizable meat, I swallowed and savored the moment.

I looked at the girls. Tears were streaming down Estelle's face as she watched one of her nipples disappear forever. "Oh, Estelle... don't cry. Every cloud has a silver lining. You two will both be home soon! Marie, be a dear and help her, will you?" Marie picked up her utensils and mirrored the cut I had made. She lifted the nipple to her sister's mouth, and Estelle opened it, allowing herself to be fed. She chewed the rubbery piece of herself as I had, and I could tell she enjoyed the taste although she tried not to show it. She swallowed, and Marie began to slice off a piece of the side of the breast. Bringing this one to her own mouth, she began to devour her sister's tit as though it was just another side of steak. Estelle watched her for a minute, before finally picking up her own knife and fork and digging in. I smiled as I resumed my meal, periodically glancing at them as the breast gradually got smaller and smaller as they cut slices off each side, working towards the center.

They finished slightly before I did, having less to eat, and Estelle forlornly watched me eat the last piece of her wonderful bust. She spoke for the first time since she had had her breasts sliced off. "We just ate my tits..." She looked down at her bandaged, flat chest. "How am I going to explain this to the doctors? To mother and father?"

"We don't need to tell them. All we need to say is that Annabel was the one that cut them off and that was the end of it. What happened to them after that doesn't matter."

I listened to them bemusedly as I opened the Love Tech medical kit again and took out a hypodermic needle. The sisters immediately stopped talking and watched me like deer in headlights. Marie was the first to speak up, of course. "What's that for?"

"You didn't really think I was just going to let you walk out the door, did you?" At my words the girls tensed, so I spoke quickly to set them at ease again. "It's a sedative. When I let you go, it will be at a time and place of my choosing, and you will be unconscious when it happens. You will not see where you've been or where I will go, it's that simple. Rest assured, you will be found."

Estelle looked at me with doe eyes that made me melt inside and want to ravish her again then and there. "You promise? We'll wake up again?"

"Most likely the next thing you see will be the doctors in your hospital room telling you you're going to be okay." I stepped up behind Estelle and my heart fluttered when she yelped softly as I injected her in the arm. So cute. I helped her up out of her seat and put my lips to hers, embracing her with one last passionate kiss. She let a whimper of pain out into my mouth as my breasts pressed up against her bandaged, debreasted chest, and her tongue gradually stopped moving against mine as she passed out in my arms.

I lowered her lovingly onto the bed and approached her sister. Marie looked at me coldly. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to respond like that."

I injected her as I had her sister. "Wouldn't dream of it." Marie slowly slipped into unconsciousness as well, and I lay her down by her sister. Two angels that had been my very own playthings for the last few days. I considered myself fortunate to have happened upon them.

The rest of the evening was spent shifting my things into the back of a van I had bought. Just the personal belongings that couldn't stay behind to give any indication I had occupied this space. As I packed away the video recorder, I squealed in anticipation of watching the last few days again. This data was the crown of my collection. A nice fireplace on a cold night, a glass of bubbles, and the sisters screaming on a big screen tv as I watched naked on a fur rug. Maybe I could even manage to arrange a nice cooked breast or pussy for dinner somehow to truly make it a night to remember.

The belongings that I didn't want to take with me, such as the bedding the girls had used, and the curtains in their room, I shredded and dumped into a handy furnace that was located in the building. The two way mirror was detached and went into the van, and my observation room became an innocuous entryway again. The building and land had been purchased and tomorrow, contractors were scheduled to come and demolish the structure to make way for a brand new factory. Any trace of the girls' stay would be gone.

Leaving the room and returning with a large padded crate on a trolley, I gathered their clothes and started dressing Estelle. Pulling her shirt over the bandages I noticed the looseness now that she had less to fill it out with. I finished dressing her and turned to Marie. She looked so beautiful lying there, so peaceful. I absentmindedly reached out and stroked one of her breasts. As I watched, her nipple hardened from my touch.

I had to have them.

I left the room and found the equipment I needed. One of my best knives and a cooler. Returning to Marie, I caressed her soft globe again, fighting my conscience, but although I had promised not to harm Estelle's pussy, I had given Marie no such assurances about her breasts. I squeezed the tit hard and pulled up, stretching it out. Putting the blade to her skin where the breast met her abdomen, I pushed.

I didn't have to push hard. The knife was the sharpest one I had, my favorite. I had used it the very first time I cut off a girl's tits. It had been her knife, from her kitchen, and I had taken it with me as a souvenir, along with her breasts. A number of pretty French girls had found out how sharp it was it was since then as it robbed them of their delicate parts. I kept it like a razor's edge, and it moved through Marie's breast like the flesh wasn't even there. A crimson cut trailed behind the knife, blood spilling out and down into the sheets. Her nipple hardened up even more as I cut, then softened again as most of the nerves were severed. The knife finished its terrible journey through her body, and then her breast was in my hand. I lifted it up and looked at her her freshly removed body part.

Suddenly I realized Marie was bleeding out. I hastily dropped the severed breast into the cooler and pressed a gauze pad against her wound. The adhesive made contact with the surrounding skin and the hole in her chest began to clot. My hands were slippery with her blood. Settling for wiping most of it on the sheets, I turned her around and took hold of the other one of her few remaining erogenous zones. I put my lips to her breast and gently bit down on her sole nipple. Pulling the breast up with my teeth, I repeated the process with the bloodstained blade on this breast. Within seconds, her tit swung loosely from my mouth. I pressed another gauze to the new hole and held it there until the bleeding stopped. Returning my attention to Marie's former organ, I stroked it as I held it in my hand. I kissed it, licked the cooling nipple. I wanted to eat them now, but there was no time. Walking over to the cooler I placed it next to its twin. The blood dripped down the ice it rested on, turning the contents of the cooler a pretty shade of light red. I couldn't resist reaching down and giving the severed breasts one last caress before closing the cooler lid.

I bandaged up Marie's latest wounds and washed the blood off her body. I dressed her, imagining her horror when she woke up in the hospital to find my last violation of her body. I hoped she would be able to come to terms with the loss. Donning some gloves, I lay her beside Estelle in the crate and put the lid on. I sealed them in, with a dozen nails through the wood, and a number of holes in the lid allowed them to breathe.

Pushing the trolley out side, the crate joined my belongings in the van, and once I retrieved the cooler containing my latest acquisitions, I was ready to go. I started the van and drove off into the night.

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I dropped the crate in front of a small church, a few hours drive away from where I'd held them. I knew the pastor who worked there was a devout man who diligently showed up every morning at 7am sharp. He'd get a bit of a surprise when he used the crowbar I'd left on top of the box. I wished I could have watched it from afar, but it simply wasn't prudent. As for the girls, the sedative should keep them blissfully unconscious until some doctors pumped them full of morphine.

Another few hours and I had arrived at my destination, a small airport in the south of France. As I drove up to the gate, the guard made a call on his radio. Getting a response, he pressed the button to open the gate and waved me through. I drove a bit further until I arrived at a hangar where a number of flight crew were prepping a private jet for takeoff. I had no sooner parked than they were unpacking the van, loading the items onto the plane. One crewman picked up the cooler and had turned to take it aboard when I stopped him. "Hang on, I'll take that."

He handed it back to me apologetically. "Certainly ma'am, sorry to trouble you." I simply smiled at him as he moved on to some of the other items and wondered how he would have reacted had he been given the opportunity to look inside. He probably thought it contained a bottle of Dom Pérignon, never imagining it held a teenage girl's breasts.

Boarding the jet and making my way to the lounge area, I took my usual seat just in time to admire the pretty form of the stewardess as she greeted me. "Evening Ma'am, we'll be on our way shortly." She lowered her voice and whispered to me softly, "Of course, you were left off the passenger registry, as requested." Naturally, since as far as the government knew, I had already been out of the country for days. I had selected my staff specifically for their willingness to overlook a few lapses of security.

I thanked her and she left the room. I gazed at her cute ass as she went, some vivid images going through my head. I would never act on them. As my employee, she was off limits, at least as far as my darker tendencies were concerned. She was not above a bit of quality girl time for a generous bonus in her paycheck, however. Maybe I would invite her into my cabin a bit later. For now, I buckled my belt and turned off all my electronic devices as the jet launched itself down the runway and into the night sky.

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Later that morning, I was checking some of the French news sites. Marie and Estelle had been found and it had made headlines. The country was relieved to find them alive when they had just about given up hope. They made no mention of the girls' well being, except to say that doctors had reported their condition as 'serious, but not life threatening'. Well, that was fine by me. The less exposure, the better, and I'm sure taking several sexual organs would be attention no-one needed. The police had mentioned they had some promising leads on the perpetrator, etc, etc, and that the family was just happy to have them back. Well, most of them, I thought to myself.

An announcement from the pilot that we were approaching our destination prompted me to pack up my things. I settled in for landing, and when we had touched down and coasted to a stop on the tarmac, I grabbed my cooler and made my way to the exit. Everything else could be handled by the staff. Descending the steps leading from the plane, I was greeted by a lovely brunette with perky tits and wonderful, big brown eyes. Celeste stood in front of a shiny new Ferrari, black of course. I walked up to her and gave her a friendly hug. Standing back, she reached out to me, handing me a set of keys with a big smile on her face.

"Welcome to Italy, Miss love."