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Holding some garments I had selected, I ducked through the curtain into the small room. Bianca was standing on a platform, looking at herself in the mirror while a shop assistant crouched at her feet, measuring the hem of the black evening dress she was wearing. I put down the items I was carrying and stepped up behind her, admiring her petite from. "Lovely." I purred. Standing on my tiptoes I rested my chin on her shoulder and ran my hands over her hips, feeling the lovely smooth fabric that covered them. I pinched the silk, pulling on the slightly loose material. "It needs to be taken in here."

"Yes, ma'am." The shop assistant stood when I spoke, taking my place behind Bianca and wrapping the measuring tape around her shapely waist. She took note of the measurement and turned to me. "I'll make some arrangements with the tailor and ring up your other purchases, Miss Love."

"Have them delivered to my hotel as soon as they're ready." She nodded in acknowledgement and I thanked her as she left the two of us to continue changing.

Bianca looked at me, blushing. "Any tighter and my panty line will show."

I laughed. "You're not meant to wear any in this dress." I reached inside the long slit up one leg hooked my fingers inside the black lacy thing she had being trying on, expertly tugging it down until gravity caught it and deposited it around her ankles. "This is how you'll be dressed when you're attending formal occasions with me, kitten. There's some lovely art galleries I'd relish taking you to. It'll be so much fun knowing that underneath your dress you'll be going commando, completely exposed and unprotected from my inquisitive fingers when people aren't looking."

Bianca's face gained a measure of colour as she stood in front of the mirror. "Kitten?" She smiled at my use of the pet name.

I reached up to her zip, slowly pulling it down, exposing her back. She had to hold her hands to her chest to stop the dress from falling. "That's right, you remind me of one because you always look so happy lapping up my cream." I gently took her hands, pulling them from her chest, and the gown slid to the ground in a puddle at her feet.

She blushed some more as I gazed at her breasts. They looked asymmetrical, her missing nipple standing out in its absence. "Meow?" She grinned sheepishly, embarrassed that she had made the cute sound.

I chuckled and walked to the chair where I had dropped the items I'd brought in. "Put these on. They're from the lingerie section." Bianca took the pair of stockings from me as I handed them to her, and I helped her balance as she slid them up her legs. The next item was a garter belt, and I attached the suspenders to her stockings while she donned the bra.

"This seems a bit short." I looked up. The cups of the bra stopped just below where her nipple was, supporting her breast but provided no cover whatsoever.

I finished buttoning her suspenders and stood up in front of her, giving her nipple a light pinch. "No, this is exactly what I was looking for, something a little slutty." I smiled as I attached the last piece around her neck, a simple black choker with a white embossed B on the front in a cursive font. "I had them do this while you were getting measured." Bianca looked at herself in the mirror, touching the choker. She didn't say anything, but for a fleeting second, I saw an expression of pride before she stepped down off the platform, and picked up her discarded panties. I stopped her as she was about to bend over and put them on. "I think I'll just hold onto these." I said as I slipped them into my pocket. "No one will know but me. Finish getting dressed and let's be going. I want you to show me your school."

Bianca nodded and pulled on the rest of the relatively casual clothing I had laid out for her, a short skirt and camisole with spaghetti straps. As she pulled on the top, we saw that there was a hard bump showing through on one of her breasts, while the other was completely smooth. We looked at each other. "Well," I said, cocking my head as I looked at her. "That was to be expected, really. I'm sure no one will notice."

"Yes, a girl's chest is the last place anybody would ever routinely look." Bianca said with a sarcastic tone.

"You think we should head back to the hotel and even things out?"

Bianca paled. "Uhh..."

I laughed and leaned close to her ear, whispering. "I told you, I want your left tit whole. I have plans for it." I walked over to the curtain and held it aside for her. "If anyone notices, they can just wonder about it. Let's be on our way."

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We crossed some more of Venice's bridges as we headed east to the college Bianca had attended. She seemed to be very self conscious about the fact she wasn't wearing any panties, which unfortunately - for her, I was most entertained by it - was making her sole nipple remain hard the entire time, a tiny bump atop the large curve of her breast. She was very alarmed at one point when a boat load of people passed slowly underneath us, walking stiffly with her legs closed as tightly as she could manage and turning bright red, but she needn't have worried. Her skirt came down far enough that someone would have to be almost right underneath her to get an eyeful of her cute pussy.

"We're nearly there. It's just over the next bridge." Bianca was looking around wistfully at the buildings that comprised the area that she used to call home. Suddenly she came to a halt at the edge of a plaza. I stopped and looked back at her as she stared across it. "That's her. Both of them." She pointed at the people sitting outside a cafe, chatting. I returned to her side and followed her line of vision. Two girls were speaking to a waitress who was taking their order.

"Well, that certainly didn't take as long as I expected."

"They must have an empty period this morning. I used to come here as well on my off days, with friends."

I tried to make out their features, but we were too far away. "Shall we go get a coffee then?"

Bianca fidgeted nervously. "What if they see me? They could suspect..."

"What, that we aim to kidnap them?" I put my arm around Bianca. "That we will hurt them and carve off their girl parts for our evening meal? Kitten, there's no way they could have the slightest inkling. You have any number of reasons to be back here, even if they do spot you... actually that kind of gives me an idea."

We made our way across the plaza and surreptitiously took a seat near the entrance to the cafe. The two girls didn't pay us any attention as Bianca sat down, obscured from them by a large plant. I took the a sunny spot where I had a good view of my newest prey. "Which one is Cristiana?"

"The one who looks like the world exists solely to cater to her whims." Bianca said sourly. Truthfully I could have guessed. The girl I had surmised was Cristiana had an air of authority about her, and an expression that she was not impressed with anything she saw. Nicola seemed quite tame in comparison. If they had been a lesbian BDSM couple it would have been clear Nicola was the submissive. I gave Cristiana a more thorough glance. She was very pretty, perfect for my tastes. Long, blonde hair. Excellently groomed. A generous bust that I imagined being able to sink my teeth into. I was very pleased.

I whispered to Bianca. "When the waitress comes with their drinks, grab her attention as soon as she's beside me. Place an order and keep eye contact with her." I reached into my purse and took out a small box with a pill in it. It was full of nanites.

Bianca saw me and looked around anxiously. "You're going to do that now? Here?"

I pointed at our surroundings. "It's a perfect set up. We're close to the empty building I rented this morning and we know they're about to have drinks. This table is in an area surrounded by plants on one side and there's no one on the other side because it's in the shade." I patted her hand. "Don't worry, I'm a total pro at dropping roofies into drinks without being seen."

"Wow... did any of them survive?"

I nodded. "Some. Occasionally I liked them too much to want to kill them. Other times... well, I ate them." I sighed. "I was usually pretty careful. I tended to check out their digs before I followed them home, made sure they were secluded, private. I made sure I knew their schedules, who they had planned to meet and how long before anyone would miss them." I recalled my past misbehaviours. "I did get careless at one point though. Started acting irrationally. I spent some time in Germany, got a little... unwound. Started having breakdowns, black spots in my memory. I didn't feel like myself. Eventually I got out and went to France, and that was when I started getting medicated." I tapped my purse, causing the pill bottle inside to rattle.

"Since then I've been back to my old self. Only going after a girl when I'm positive I can do it cleanly. Thing is though, once I'm in their head, I know what they're thinking. If I can make Cristiana think about her life, her plans for the day, I can get everything I need. No more pesky stalking." I saw the waitress returning and pointed at her. "She's coming this way with two drinks. It's got to be theirs since the other groups already have some. Get ready."

Bianca nodded and prepared her self. As the waitress passed, Bianca did her part perfectly, calling out to her when the drink tray was right next to me. She turned her head to look at Bianca, her body turning half a second slower, and in that instant I moved my hand from the table and passed it quickly over the tray, picking one of the two cups to drop it into. The pill silently splashed into the cappuccino with barely a ripple, and without missing a beat my hand continued the motion of reaching down to my bag on the ground, picking it up and placing it on the table. Bianca finished placing her order while I retrieved some cash.

The waitress turned to me. "I won't have anything, I was just about to leave actually." I said as I passed the cash to Bianca and started to gather my things. The waitress continued to Cristiana's table. I growled under my breath as she put the cappuccino down in front of Nicola and gave the frappé to Cristiana.

"Is this a problem?" Bianca asked.

I shook my head. "It was a fifty-fifty chance Cristiana would drink it anyway. I guess we'll be taking an extra passenger back with us instead of one. I prepared for this eventuality. Maybe it's better this way, Nicola strikes me as being easier to manipulate." I stood up to go. "Give me twenty minutes to get to the apartment. I'll text you to leave and follow me there. Try and get them to notice you, and do exactly as we discussed this morning." I waved goodbye and hurried back across the plaza, walking quickly, but not running. Now it was time to be careful. If I could pull this off I was going to make the two girls walk themselves right into my web.

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I hurried up the stairs and into the makeshift bedroom where I'd dumped a mattress and set up my laptop. Lying down, I put the headset on and made myself comfortable. It should have been long enough by now for the nanites to enter Nicola's system. I sent Bianca a text and then hit the enter button.



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I shook my head slightly in confusion. "Sorry... what was that last thing you said?"

"Oh my god, Nicci, I swear, you just had a hit of concentrated caffeine and you're still falling asleep? Were you up all night fucking Marco or something?" Cristi scoffed. "I was saying that waitress looks like she's on crack. I can't believe the service here."

"Don't be mean," I frowned. "She's probably been working all day."

Cristi Looked at me with a disgusted expression. "What, are you her girlfriend or something?"

I didn't respond, instead looking around while I tried to think of a way to change the subject. I saw a petite girl at the cafe entrance get up to leave. She seemed familiar... I gasped. "Oh my god, Cristi, is that Bianca?" I pointed as she started heading across the plaza.

Cristiana studied her for a second. "That little bitch, what is she doing back here? I thought we ran her out of town last year."

I remembered the cruel prank we'd pulled on her. It was Cristi's idea, like so many things were. She had dropped out a short time after that. I hadn't meant for that to happen, but Cristi had been delighted. "I wonder where she's going?" I mused to myself. I had a crazy idea. "Should we follow her? Maybe she's trying to re-enroll here."

"God, I hope not." Cristi thought about it for a second and stood up. "You're right, it's going to bug me. I thought I'd finally gotten rid of the little lesbian and now she's back to ruin my day." I didn't say anything. I didn't understand why Cristi had such a grudge against Bianca, but it was best not to ask her about such things. She tended to explode in people's faces. Cristi left some money to settle the bill and we made our way across the plaza, trying to catch up with the blonde girl disappearing into the distance.

She was heading south, away from the main population centre, walking fairly quickly as we went over some bridges. She crossed a narrow one, and one of the workmen sitting on the dock below looked up at her and shouted something suddenly. I thought I heard some wolf whistles from him and his friends, and Bianca dashed away clutching her skirt against her thighs.

Bianca and I took a closer bridge that went in the direction Bianca was heading as we tried to catch up. We were going down a few narrow alleyways now. "Maybe she's got a flat in this direction." I said to Cristiana. "I think you can rent some of the studios here relatively cheaply." Cristiana didn't reply, her curiousity piqued by Bianca's odd behaviour.

Finally we saw her go into an old building on the edge of a canal. I looked at the run down building. "Kind of a dump."

Cristi just laughed. "Figures. Well, we know where she's staying I guess. Let's head back to our place. I want to think of some way to throw her a welcome back celebration."

Something stopped me. "Hang on." I walked quickly across the alley up to the door.

"Nicola, what are you doing?" Cristiana hissed from behind me. I turned and waved for her to follow. I reached up to the doorknob and turned it slowly. It wasn't locked. Cristi cam up behind me. "What has got into you?"

"We should see if she really is staying here," I whispered. "We don't know if it's her place." I inched inside. There was a hallway running past a large room. Glancing in, I couldn't see anything. It was empty of furniture, decor, or Bianca. Cristi gently closed the door behind us as I silently crept down the hallway and started up the stairs. I paused as they creaked slightly, holding my breath. All I could hear was my heart beating in my chest. Cristi gave me a small nudge from behind when there was no sign of movement above, so I continued up.

There was a room at the top. I peeked inside, and saw a bed with a woman on it. She was lying down asleep, some kind of device on her head. and a laptop beside her. The oddest sensation came over me as I looked at her, like I had seen her before. She was so familiar... Cristiana tapped me on the shoulder and I realised I had wandered into the room and was staring at the sleeping figure. "Nicci, let's go." She whispered into my ear. "This is creeping me out."

I nodded and we turned to leave. Suddenly I heard a couple of muffled noises and felt a sharp prick in my stomach. Bianca was standing at the doorway, a pair of what looked like guns in her hands. I looked down and saw some kind of dart sticking out of me, a bright tuft of material at the end. Cristi was shrieking and as I looked at her, I saw her staring down in horror at another dart sticking out of her breast. I tried to say something, but my head swam, and then the floor was coming up sideways. The last thing I remembered was my head hitting the ground.



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I clutched my head as I woke up and looked at Bianca, standing above the two fallen girls. "One of these days I'm going to find out what a graceful shutdown of this device feels like."

Bianca looked at the crate I had brought for transportation, a love logo emblazoned on the top along with a biological material sticker. "This will barely fit one of them."

I gauged the size. "The second one is in the other room. I told you, I came prepared." I punched the 10-digit code into the crate, unlocking it. Retrieving the oxygen mask within, I placed it on Cristiana's face and the two of us lifted her into the padded box, curling her into a fetal position. "They may have a few bruises after the trip, but that will be the least of their worries." I gave her an injection to keep her out for another fifteen hours or so and closed the lid.

I nodded to the doorway as I stepped over Nicola's prone form. "Let's go get the other one."

Bianca followed me down the hallway. "How are we going to get them through customs?"

"It's a private plane, so there's no security to worry about. There are still customs checks, but it's a much more lax affair than using a public airliner. We'll just nonchalantly move the crates aboard, and if anyone notices it's not unusual for a medical company like mine to be transporting bio material, especially with the medical conference I was at not long ago. These crates are actually leftovers from legitimate transportation, so all I have to do is fudge the numbers a bit on my company's documents."

Before long Nicola shared her friend's readiness for shipping. We loaded the crates into an old elevator and hit the button for the dock in the basement. After loading them onto a boat, I dropped Bianca off at the hotel to check out and pick up our belongings, while I took the crates to the airport. The operation went without a hitch, and before long Bianca and I were enjoying each other's company in the plane's bedroom, our precious cargo tucked safely away in the hold.

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A little under fifteen hours later, we arrived home, back in Japan. I pulled into the driveway of my property just outside of the city. It had a large wall, like many quality residences did in Japan, with plenty of privacy. Perfect for me. I parked the van I had borrowed from work, and Bianca and I unloaded the crates, getting them down the stairs into the hidden basement with the help of a motorised warehouse trolley.

I dumped them together in the center of the floor as Bianca looked around, marveling at the room. I had no interest in a dank grey brick basement, this room was furnished, my own private hideaway of perversion. It was a BDSM room, with dozens of fun toys hanging on the walls, and of course cameras that recorded every little scream, every slice that happened, straight to an encrypted server.

I pushed the lid off one of the containers, revealing the pretty girl sleeping soundly inside. Bianca helped me lift Nicola out and we carried her to the bed. While Bianca snapped a manacle around Nicola's ankle, I slapped some duct tape on her mouth, then returned to the second container. Opening it, I looked at Cristiana close up. She really was a vision of loveliness. Such a shame her personality didn't live up to her looks.

I picked her up and carried her to a modified gynecological chair on the other side of the room. I strapped in her arms and legs, covering her mouth with tape as well, and returned to the bed. I kissed Bianca lovingly. "Let's start stripping them."

She grinned and we began to remove both of the girls' clothing, cutting the fabric from around their restraints when necessary. I sat at the head of the bed, cradling Nicola between my legs as I pulled off her bra. Her breasts bounced into view, and I reached around her, squeezing them roughly.

"Bianca." I caught her attention and she looked at me holding Nicola's pale tits out to her. She smile and climbed over us, dipping her head to take one of the unconscious girl's nipples in her mouth. I felt myself grow damp at the sight. "I love these moments..." I spoke softly, "when they're completely mine, to do anything I like to them, and they can't resist."

Bianca release the nipple with a pop, moving down the Nicola's legs and pulling off her panties. "Did you do anything to me?"

I put on a look of innocence. "Only a little oral sex. You woke up too soon for me to do anything really fun." I looked at Nicola's neatly trimmed bush and felt my excitement rise. "There's a razor and some shaving cream in that cupboard over there," I said, pointing to one of the many cabinets in the room. "Be a dear and get them, would you? I want you to make her lovely and smooth."

Bianca complied, wandering over and pulling out the equipment. She gasped as she held up the razor-sharp cutthroat razor. "I thought you meant one like I'd use on my legs. This is... villainous." She smiled as the brought the tools back to the bed. "I'll have to try to resist the temptation to accidentally 'slip' and cut off something sensitive."

I laughed. "It's hard, I know. I wasn't quite so restrained on the girl I had before you. She had such a pretty pussy. I lost control after I finished and ended up slicing her labia off then and there, while she was out cold. I held them in my hand and fingered myself silly while I played with them. When she woke up to find her precious pussy lips on a plate beside her, she did not react well."

Bianca gave me a seductive glance as she finished spreading shaving cream over Nicola's mound and started scraping away with the razor. "Please make sure I'm awake when you take mine. I don't want to miss the sight of you cutting them off."

"I promise. I'll make sure to film it as well, so you can watch your own mutilation as many times as you like." Bianca finished denuding Nicola's pussy of hair, visibly happy at my promise to her.

I returned to Cristiana and finished stripping her of her last few garments. As I removed her top, my eyes fell on a tattoo. She had a small blue butterfly on the top of her breast, slightly towards the centre. I was captivated by it, so cute and in such an intimate place. I pulled out my cellphone and aimed it at her breast, snapping a picture.

Like Bianca had been, Cristiana was smooth shaven between her legs. Bianca looked at her and gasped. "That little hypocrite. The number of times she mocked me for having a shaved pussy for the benefit of my girlfriends and she has hers the same." I simply smiled and bent down, giving the unconscious girl's slit a little lick, enjoying the taste.

A moan came from Nicola. "She's waking up." I got up and made my way to the stairs. "I'm going to head up and reconnect. You know what to do?" Bianca nodded, smiling at me with adoration in her eyes, along with unmistakable excitement. I blew her a kiss and left the room.

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I tried to speak, but something was covering my mouth. It took a few minutes for the memories to come flooding back. Cristiana and I had been following Bianca, and then... Oh my god. I opened my eyes. I was suddenly wide awake as I realised I was naked, chained spreadeagled to a bed. Cristi was in front of me in some kind of gynecological chair, still unconscious but restrained the same as I was. Her legs were spread wide, her vagina totally exposed and hairless, as was mine. Tears started to accompany the panic as I realised that if we'd been put in these positions we were probably going to be raped. I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. A TV sat near some stairs leading up where it could be viewed by both of us, and there was a kitchen off to the other side of the room. It had both a stove element and a barbecue grill beneath a large vent, as well as a large fridge. All around were a number of cupboards and cabinets, and I swallowed as I noticed a lot of bondage paraphernalia seemed to be displayed on the wall. There was an Asian theme to all of it. Japanese? I noticed a large katana prominently displayed in the middle of the perverted objects.

I heard a movement behind me and then Bianca walked into view. My stomach sank as I remembered the things we had done to her while she was at high school and college. Was that why we were naked? Were we here as her revenge? I had so many questions as she stepped up to me, putting a hand between my legs and touching my pussy, rubbing it. I tried to close them but my restraints held me open, vulnerable. She reached up and pulled off the tape. I cried out in pain. "Gaah! What are you doing? Why am I naked?"

"Because I like the sight of your nude body." She said nonchalantly. She sat down next to me on the bed, reaching out and stroking my left breast lightly. I gasped as goosebumps traveled down my body, caused by her feather touch.

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. You read about this sort of thing in the papers, but it's always someone else, in another country. How could I be one of the unlucky few that gets kidnapped and raped? I wanted this all to be a horrible dream. "You can't do this. People will be looking for us, it's only a matter of time before we're found. You should stop this and let us go."

I shivered as she tightened her grip, laughing and squeezing my breast more insistently. I was ashamed that I was responding to the sensation, my nipples hardening against my will. "No one is going to look for you here. We're not in Venice any more. In fact, we're not even in Italy. You've been out for quite some time." She followed my gaze as I looked around at the Asian decorations. "You can probably guess where you are, but it doesn't matter. The two of you are all mine, to do with as I please, for as long as I like."

"You're going to rape us?" I knew the answer, but I needed her to confirm my fears.

"Yes." As much as I expected her to say it, my heart still sank. "I'm not going to stop at rape though. We're going to have a night of rough sex, physical torture and mutilation, and possibly a couple of snuffings."

I shook my head in disbelief. This wasn't happening. None of it was real. She did not just say she was going to snuff me. I was just a 19 year old college student, on my way to becoming a lawyer. I wasn't an angel, but I was a relatively good person. This sort of thing just didn't happen to good people. She leaned down and licked my nipple a few times before sucking on it. I gasped with pleasure as my face flushed red with shame. Bianca released it and leaned down to my ear "I'm going to start torturing you now." She whispered.

"D... Don't. I don't deserve this. It's not fair!"

Bianca ignored me, her gaze traveling down my nude body. I felt myself blush at being so exposed to her appraising eyes. She reached out and took my nipple between her fingers, pinching and rolling it. I tried not to respond, but the sensation made me gasp. Bianca reached up and took hold of a line hanging from the ceiling that I had not noticed before. She pulled it down, and I felt a chill as I saw a very thick, wicked-looking fishhook on the end.

"What are you going to do...?" She brought the hook towards my nipple and I began to panic. "No... NO!, Wait, what are you doOEAARGH!" I let out a scream as the forced the hook through the very base of my nipple. I watched in horror as the barb burst out the other side of my aureole, bloodied from it's journey through my tit. I kept screaming as Bianca casually walked to the other side of the bed. I couldn't believe what had just happened! She reached up and grabbed a second line. I tried to beg her not to hurt me again as she tweaked my nipple, preparing it for her torture, but my sobs were unintelligible, and part of me knew they would have been futile anyway.

Another scream burst from my lips as my other nipple was brutally pierced. I looked at both of my them, a small trickle of blood coming from where the metal parted skin, following the thin chain up to the ceiling. There was a pulley there, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Bianca step over to a switch. I suspected what was coming next, but surely not. I prayed she wasn't that cruel. "Please... no..."

Bianca pressed the button and a motor hummed quietly as I watched the slack chains rise up. I winced as my pierced nipples began to rise with them, my breasts stretching underneath them. Bianca slowed the motor to a crawl, and I felt my breasts being pulled harder and harder. My breasts looked like traffic cones. Eventually they could stretch no further, and I began to wail as I felt my torso lifted up off the mattress by my nipples. Bianca raised me with excruciating slowness, and there was so much pain coming from my chest that I was terrified the tips of my breasts were going to be torn off at any moment.

The motor stopped as Bianca returned to the bedside. Again, she reached up to the ceiling and took another chain, this one further toward the end of the bed. I whimpered and tried to raise my head to watch her as she disappeared toward my legs. I felt her free hand move between and take hold of one of my pussy lips. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my most intimate area, and I knew she had just pushed a hook through my left labia. I looked up and saw there were more hooks, three of them, and as Bianca took them she used them on my pussy, each one causing me to let out a cry of pain as they were forced through my vulva. My one relief was that Bianca hadn't put one through my clitoris. I didn't think I could have handled that.

She returned to the switch and pressed it again, this time raising the lower four chains. I knew it was going to hurt, but I consoled myself that at least some of the weight would be taken off my nipples. As my labia began to stretch upwards, I found out I was wrong, it was not a good trade. I screamed as my entire body was lifted off the bed by my nipples and pussy. I don't know how they were able to take the weight of my body without being torn off, and among the pain I managed to thank my lucky stars I was relatively small and light.

Bianca released my legs from the manacles and then did the same for my arms, forcing them behind my back and strapping them together. I didn't struggle - any movement sent unbearable pain shooting through my genitals and breasts. Then I heard the motor again and saw myself moving sideways, off the bed. When I was completely off, I looked at Bianca, unsure what she was about to do. She pressed a button again and my hips started rising while my chest began to lower. She was going to hang me upside down by my pussy!

"Bianca, please!" I cried out in desperation. "Please don't hurt me any more, I'll do anything you want! I'll go down on you. I'll do my best to make you feel good, please don't do this!" She just smiled at me as I felt my labia protest the abuse they were suffering. All the blood was rushing to my head as I turned vertical, and then I was being suspended in the air only by the four fishhooks skewering my pussy lips, as the chains in my nipples went slack. I couldn't scream anymore. I couldn't make any sound, my breath was knocked out of me and my head was spinning. There was no way those two flaps of meat were going to hold me. The suspense was unbearable as I waited for my pussy flesh to tear, dropping me to the floor.

It didn't happen. Bianca came and stood in front of me, raising her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, only a pair of stockings attached to a garter belt, and her bare vagina was directly in front of my face. "I'll take you up on that offer now." she said. I realised she wanted me to lick her. I hesitated and she continued. "If you don't, I'll raise you to the ceiling and give you a short drop. If you think this hurts, believe me, your lower lips won't survive that."

If she had asked me to do so before this torture I would have resisted, but now I would have done anything to endear her to me so that she would spare me from the terrible agony I was feeling. I moved my head forward between her legs, tentatively stretching out my tongue. I received my very first taste of a girl's cunt as I ran it along her smooth slit, her excitement from her pleasure at torturing my sexual organs flowing onto my tongue. It was not as bad as I had feared, but then I was very distracted. I stabbed out with the fleshy organ, probing her entrance clumsily, but she didn't seem to mind my inexperience as she moaned in pleasure. I felt her flick my tender labia a few times with her fingers, each time causing my head to swim as I let forth a muffled scream of pain into her pussy.

Suddenly I heard a click and she stopped, stepping back and out of my reach. I was sure she hadn't orgasmed. She held a cellphone in front of me and I saw the awful sight of my own labia stretched beyond all possibility. It didn't even look like the vagina I knew and loved anymore. There were rivulets of blood coming from holes that were stretched open by the hooks so much that I could see through them. She looked down at me. "That'll do for now. It takes a lot of effort to make me come, and we'll be here all night if we try." She reached out and pushed me slightly, causing me to choke as the swinging motion made the hooks pull harder on my pussy lips and releasing a new wave of agony from my pelvis. She lowered me to the bed slowly as I swung, and then I was back on the mattress as the chains went slack, sobbing with relief as I pressed my thighs together, trying to endure the throbbing coming from between my legs.

Bianca reattached my arms and legs to the bedposts again, and I was in the same position I had been when I woke, this time a little more exhausted and a lot more sore. She reached out and touched my breast, and I flinched away from her, scared she was going to hurt them some more. She held my chin and turned me to look at her. "You should let me play with them while you can."

"W...Why?"

"Because soon your breasts are coming off."

I looked at her in confusion. "I don't understand."

She reached out again, making me gasp as she roughly groped my sensitive globe. "They're going to come off. As in, they will no longer be attached to you."

"No... You can't be serious."

"Yes, I'm going to remove your breasts. You should try and get as much pleasure out of them as you can, before they're gone."

I stared at her, incredulous. "I don't believe you. You're just trying to scare me."

Bianca smiled. "If I wanted to scare you, I'd show you this." She got up and walked to a laptop sitting on the kitchen bench, picking up a remote and turning on the TV. I saw a computer desktop displayed on it, and she opened a file which requested a password. She typed it in and the image of a girl appeared on the screen, her breasts held underneath a large guillotine blade. A second girl took hold of the blade's handle and began to pull it down. I closed my eyes, afraid to watch, but I heard the screams. It couldn't be real, surely it was staged. Opening my eyes again, any doubts I had perished. I watched as the girl's breasts were sliced off, the detached organs held by a third figure, then the screen went dark again as Bianca hit the power button on the remote. I retched.

I felt sick. She was talking about mutilating my chest. She couldn't be serious! No one would hurt a girl in such a way! "You... You're kidding, right? I know we really humiliated you, but you're a girl, like me. You wouldn't... you know... cut off my tits. How could you?"

"Get your head wrapped around it, you're getting debreasted in a minute, just like that girl did." She leaned in and took my nipple between her lips. She was really going to do it. I couldn't move as I watched her suck on one of the breasts she had told me she was going brutally amputate. I gasped as she slipped a hand between my legs and began to stroke my wounded pussy. I could feel myself getting damp and I blushed with shame as I realised she was going to try to get me off before she maimed me.

"Did you kill her too? The girl on TV?"

"Mmm, no." She mumbled into my breast. "She got to go home, without her tits of course. Don't get your hopes up, I doubt you'll be so lucky."

"Please, I know we wronged you, but nothing we did warranted this kind of revenge."

She released my nipple from her mouth with a pop. "You're right, it doesn't. The truth is, this is just something I want to do. If it hadn't been you it would have been someone else. The stuff in college was just the reason it ended up being Cristiana, and you just got mixed up in it."

"There has to be some way I can talk you out of this. I have money..."

"I don't need your money. I need you to watch as I sever your luscious tits and place them on a platter in front of you. I need you to understand this is the last time you will ever get to feel this pleasure before you have to endure the pain of having them cut from your body. I'd try to enjoy it if I were you." She returned to pleasuring my breasts with her tongue, flicking it across my hardening nipples and circling my areola.

I wanted to wake up, to find myself in my bed at home, my breasts safe from this maniac. But I didn't, this was really going to happen. The shock was starting to wear off and reality was setting in. This crazy sadist was going to debreast me. Never in my darkest nightmares could I have imagined that I could one day lose my breasts. I was going to become Nicola, the girl with no tits.

A rush of terrified thoughts flew through my brain. I was going to be permanently disfigured. Having to explain to people what had happened, why I was now flat chested. Throwing out all my unnecessary bras. Guys losing interest in me without my bust to catch their attention. I bit my lip as Bianca increased her intensity between my legs. I was going to come, despite my fear, despite the fact I was engaged in lesbian activity with another girl, despite the knowledge of my approaching mutilation.

Suddenly, the fingers in my pussy were gone. I groaned in frustration as my impending climax was lost. "Time's up." Bianca walked to my side and grabbed my nipple, pulling it up. A knife appeared in her hand out of nowhere, and she moved it to the underside of my breast. I started to hyperventilate. Oh my god, This was it. I hadn't even come yet and she was already going to cut my tit off!

"Please..." I begged her. "Please... anything but my breasts." I closed my eyes tight as I waited for the pain, the acute feeling of the razor sharp knife delicately touching my skin, a heartbeat away from slicing into my soft white globe. I held my breath in anticipation. The knife moved away from my breast, and I opened my eyes in surprise, breathing again for a moment before she began to trail it down between my legs. My fear returned.

The cold steel scraped gently across my labia, hinting at the danger it posed to my precious femininity. I gasped at the sensation. "These lips are important to you, right? Okay. I won't promise you that you'll get to keep your tits, but I won't cut them off yet if you give up your labia. I want you to remove them yourself."

Remove them? What did she...? I gasped. "You're talking about cutting off a piece of my own vagina? Oh my god, that's crazy! There's no way I could handle the pain!" I tried to imagine trying to give myself a labiectomy. It was a ridiculous notion.

"Your breasts or your pussy lips. Which are more important?" I couldn't believe this. I didn't want to lose my tits, but I loved my vagina! I didn't want to cut pieces of it off! I closed my eyes and sobbed. Deep down, I knew I didn't have a choice. There was no doubt in my mind, that if I didn't do as she said, I was seconds away from having my precious breasts taken from me. Could I really mutilate myself?

"I.... I don't know. I don't want to lose either!"

"Well, you have to make a decision. pick a body part to kiss goodbye, or get ready to have sex with this knife. I'm sure you've never been brave enough to push 6 inches of sharp steel up inside yourself. I did once, and even being really careful I must have cut myself dozens of times. Little cuts, inside my pussy. There's nothing that quite compares to the sense of danger being gently fucked with a knife gives you. If you're not careful you only ever get to experience it one time." I felt the tip of the blade ever so gently slide between my labia, Bianca readying to to push it into me, using it to give me that painful final fuck. She leaned in, speaking softly. "I'll sweeten the deal. Accept, and I'll give you an orgasm first, for real this time. You'll get to feel my tongue lick your lovely lips before you lose them. I won't make you slice them off until you climax."

I felt a glimmer of hope in my chest. Maybe there was a way out of this. If I managed not to have an orgasm, to resist her ministrations, she promised she wouldn't make me do it. I swallowed. It couldn't be that difficult, I wasn't even into girls. "I choose my pussy."

"Hmm?"

"My breasts are more important than my pussy lips. I'll do it. I'll... I'll cut them. Just please don't take my tits."

I stopped holding my breath as the blade was removed from my vagina. Bianca stood up and went behind the curtain. She emerged again with a shiny scalpel and a felt pen. Kneeling between my legs again, she leaned in and I moaned as I felt her tongue slide up my cunt. I tried not to scream with joy as she circled it around my opening. Oh my god, this was amazing! I had no idea it felt so good to have someone go down on me. My heart sank as I remembered this was going to be the only time I would ever be able to enjoy this if I didn't control myself.

Her tongue plunged deep inside my pussy for several minutes and I let out a groan as my pleasure eventually grew, despite my attempts to resist it. The wet, dexterous organ was rubbing my most sensitive spots, forcing me to writhe in bliss as my juices flowed like a dam had burst. Bianca pinched my clit and I saw stars as my orgasm hit, washing over me like a wave as a torrent of fluid flowed out of me into her mouth. She sealed her lips against my opening and drank everything I released.

I lay back, panting and exhausted, my faint hope dying like a candle flame in the wind, my fate sealed. I felt Bianca withdraw her tongue from my vagina and then she was pulling on one of my labia, stretching it out. She started to draw a dotted line along it, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan brought on by the pleasant sensation of the pen's rough tip gently scratching along my delicate skin.

Bianca finished drawing a line up one side of my vulva and continued down the other. It dawned on me that she was marking a line where to cut. My stomach lurched a bit with fear, but I let her finish. I looked where she'd drawn as she released my wrists from the frame. "Hang on, that's too much! It's right up against my pelvis, there'll be nothing left if I cut there."

"That's the idea. You and her took everyone important from me, so I'm taking everything from you. Cut them off now, or kiss your boobs goodbye."

I realised I was out of choices. if I didn't do this, I had no doubt that if I refused, true to her word Bianca would take her knife and push that steel blade through my breasts, forever robbing me of the soft mounds, and then she'd probably fuck me with it as well, destroying my vagina anyway. This was the rational choice, but it still felt like there was a lead weight in my stomach as I looked down at the doomed flesh between my legs. I was scared, but I had to resign myself to the loss if there was any chance my breasts would be spared. I knew there were girls that had this sort of thing done voluntarily, to make themselves smooth down there, but they had anesthetic and professional surgeons. I wasn't going to have such luxuries. I knew this was going to hurt, far more than the pain I had felt so far. I hoped I could endure it.

I pulled on my right labia, wincing as the contact irritated the large holes that had been pierced in them earlier. Looking at the line she'd drawn, I picked up the scalpel. All I had to do was follow that line, it couldn't be that hard if I cut quickly. I placed the sharp edge of the scalpel against the skin and felt my pussy involuntarily moisten. Oh god, why was I becoming aroused? I swallowed, took a deep breath, and started to slice. I didn't feel anything at first but a cold feeling where there scalpel was. The blade was so sharp that it just moved into my soft meat without resistance. Then, the stretched flesh held between my fingers began to part, and the line where I was cutting suddenly started to ignite into a fiery, throbbing agony.

I started to clench my teeth in pain, and Bianca put her hand on my head, stroking me. "The faster you do it, the sooner it will be over." My vision blurred with tears as I renewed the cutting, and trying to keep the blade close to the line drawn on my pussy lip was proving rather difficult. As I made my way along the bleeding flap of skin, I had to continually reposition where my fingers held it, as the part I was gripping kept becoming detached and loose. Finally I reached the top near my clitoris. I turned the scalpel and brought it to the top of my clitoral hood. With one last pull, the piece of pussy meat in my fingers was suddenly no longer connected to me. I held it up to my face and looked at it. It looked like something you'd trim from a side of steak, not like something that had just framed one side of my vagina.

I lay the bloody strip of flesh on my thigh and took a deep breath, dizziness almost overwhelming me. Taking hold of my remaining labia, I tried to pull it out, but my fingers had become slippery with blood. I had to dig my nails in to get a grip on it as I tugged it as far as it would stretch and my hand was shaking so much that that I couldn't get the scalpel against the edge of the line. In desperation I stabbed it into the middle of the lip, poking it straight through to the other side. With the blade stabilised I then proceeded to slice downwards severing the lower half of my pussy lip before returning the blade to the corner of the wound and cutting up to the top this time.

Again I laid a piece of my own vagina on my thigh and gasped. I'd done it. I had just sliced off both of my pussy lips. My entrance was completely exposed, my clitoris laid bare without the flaps of flesh to hide it. There was agony, to be sure, but to my great surprise, deep in my loins the pain was slightly subdued by an intense arousal. I could feel a massive orgasm building as I cut away my own intimate parts, and it was so very close. I needed to come more than anything. The scalpel dropped from my weak fingers, clattering to the floor.

"Holy shit." A voice snapped me out of my own thoughts. Bianca had been sitting in a chair watching me mutilate myself, and judging by the dripping puddle she was sitting on, she had been masturbating furiously. She got up and knelt between my legs with a wicked smile on her face, and my heart beat faster as she put her head close to my bloody sex.

The pain increased as she lightly touched the wound where my missing labia should have been, causing me to wince. I tried not to scream as her fingers trailed the ragged slices up to the top of my slit, where she took hold of my clit and pulled. The pleasure made me go cross eyed, and as she reached the limit of how far she could pull it, it began to hurt along with my severed lips. She let go of my stretched organ, causing it to snap back into place, and leaned forward, extending her tongue. I bit my lower lip as she licked along the length of my bleeding pussy, pain and pleasure mixing together in a confusing cocktail of sensations, then licked my clitoris before taking it into her mouth.

I gasped as she sucked on my most sensitive body part. My pleasure began to drown out the pain, but something inside me wanted it back. I wanted more. "Could you... bite it?" My voice came out as a whisper.

"Hmmmm?" Bianca glanced up at me, without taking her mouth from my pussy.

"P... Please... can you bite it? Just a little?" She grinned, and I felt her teeth close around my clit, the pain returning in force as my nub was trapped between her jaws. I let out a strangled groan, relishing the agony that the little bundle of nerves was sending into my brain. I really wanted this? I was so confused. "Harder." I gasped. "Please?"

My heart sank as she released my clit instead, and looked me in the eyes. "How much harder?" I hesitated, unsure what I wanted, so Bianca asked again. "Do you want me to bite it off?"

Fear gripped me. She was asking me if I wanted her to bite off my clitoris! I wanted to beg her not to, but the words stuck in my throat. I simply sat there unable to decline. "If you're not going to object..." Bianca smiled and took my clit back in her mouth. I began to hyperventilate. I was about to have my clit bitten off! What was I doing? I had to tell her to stop! The rush of pleasure was fleeting as Bianca put her lips against my mound, and behind them I could feel her teeth begin to bite me again, the pain returning. I closed my eyes in shame as I reluctantly reveled in it.

How could pain be enjoyable? It made no sense to me, but the effect was undeniable. Bianca was biting harder, her teeth starting to grind on my flesh, and again I started to lose the ability to tell pain from pleasure. I couldn't even understand what I was feeling anymore, the sensations from my cunt were overwhelming me as it all become a hot pulse of lust, deep in my abdomen. I started to scream as I opened my eyes again, excitement and fear making my heart thud in my chest as I watched Bianca bite down on my poor clit and chew until I thought I could see blood spilling from the side of her mouth.

Delicious agony from between my legs caused me to shudder as Bianca jerked her head back, away from my pussy. I felt my clit receive one last tug as she jerked back again, and then I actually felt it separate as it was torn away. I heard myself let out an ear-splitting scream, and I nearly blacked out, whether from the pain of my circumcision or the earth-shattering orgasm it caused, I'm not sure, but when I was able to see straight again, I found her between my legs with a medical spray, shiny crimson staining her lips. Placing it down, she came up to my side and took my hand, putting her face over it. From her mouth she dropped my severed clitoris into my palm. I picked it up and held it between my thumb and forefinger, a barely recognizable little worm of flesh dripping blood onto the sheets.

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As I held the little piece of my sex, staring at it, I was beginning to realise the finality of what I had allowed Bianca to do. I felt tears form in my eyes as I looked at the main source of all my sexual pleasure. Destroyed. Gone. I had let her deprive me of my precious clitoris without a single protest, probably forever ending the possibility of any future orgasms. "Oh my god..." I began to sniffle. It was gone, all of it. I'd sacrificed my sex to save my breasts, but the cost was only just hitting home. I would never again be able to feel my finger run up my labia, the cute, soft, amputated lips lying in the bowl where Bianca had just dropped them, bloody and raw. I could no longer enjoy tugging on my clitoris as I climaxed. I looked at the little nub, once a huge part of my adolescence, now just a piece of dead tissue. "What have I done?"

Suddenly a mouth was on my own as Bianca's lips met mine. I tried to speak, but she used the opportunity to thrust her tongue into my mouth as her hands found my breasts and began to caress them gently. Despite my situation, I began to lose myself in lust again, wrestling her tongue with my own. She gave me a smile that somehow caused a rush of pleasure through my vagina. I wasn't sure how that worked, I mean there wasn't much left to feel pleasure with down there. She broke the kiss. "Okay, you kept up your end of the deal. Consider your tits spared, for now. Just so you know, that was so fucking hot, watching you do that."

Despite the horror of what I had done to myself, I felt a sense of relief that I had bought time for my breasts' continued existence. I even felt a little thrill from her compliment. She thought I looked sexy. She liked watching me mutilate myself. I leaned in and kissed her passionately again. I'd never felt this way before, this indescribable attraction to another girl. She took my severed clit from my fingers and dropped the bloody gobbet into the dish with my lips, then as she started stripping off her clothes, I tried to help. She pulled her shirt over her head, and I gasped as I saw her breasts, cupped in a bra that concealed almost nothing. Her left was beautiful and unmarred, but her right tit just had a raw looking wound where her nipple should have been. "Oh my god, what happened?"

Bianca looked down at her chest. "Someone cut it off. They wanted to do it, and I wanted to let them, so I did." She grinned wickedly. "It was incredible."

I reached out to it, and stopped. "I guess I'm not one to talk. I'm missing a lot more than just a nipple."

Bianca took my hand. "You can touch it if you want." I let her guide my fingers to the hole in her breast. It felt rubbery and soft where I touched. She undid her skirt and dropped it to the floor. "My clit is gone, too." I put my hand between her legs and extended a finger under her clit hood. Sure enough there was an empty space where her pleasure button should have been. She let out a little gasp as I touched the wound. "That's why I can't orgasm easily."

I looked up at her, blushing as I made the perverted request that had been in the back of my mind for a while. "Can I lick your pussy again?" She climbed off the bed and jumped up onto the kitchen bench, spreading her legs and giving me an unimpeded view of her opening. I followed her, bending down between her legs and extending my tongue. Gingerly, I touched it to her wet, sticky labia, and ran it up her slit. The taste of her sex hit me for the second time that evening and I realised I was starting to like it. I took another lick.

Bianca grabbed the back of my head and held me against her pussy. I ran my tongue deep inside and nuzzled my nose into the empty space under her clit hood. I would have kept going, but she pulled my head back, and stopped me. I followed her gaze and saw that Cristi was starting to rouse and look around. "Do you like me, Nicola?" I nodded as I looked back up at her, hoping she would also like me enough to not want to snuff me. She turned my head to look at Cristiana. "I want you to pleasure her. I want to watch you eat out her pussy."

I got up and walked over to my best friend. She had realised she was naked, strapped to a chair with her legs apart. I reached over and pulled off the tape.

"Ow! What the hell is going on? Where are we? Why is everyone naked?"

I looked at Bianca. She had moved into the kitchen and was over by the grill. I saw her turn it on, flames licking up at the wires, and she tucked a small knife into the element, leaving it there as she exited the kitchen. For a second, the thought of getting that knife flashed across my mind, but I immediately discarded it. I didn't want us to be snuffed. I had to make Bianca like me, and that meant doing as I was told. "I think we're in Asia somewhere, possibly Japan. Bianca kidnapped us, she brought us here and she's going to torture us."

Cristi looked at me like I was insane. "The hell she is!"

Bianca stepped up. "Shut up, Cristiana." She looked at me. "Do it."

I got down between Cristiana's spread legs. She tried to protest. "Nikki, what are you doing? Stop!"

Bianca cut her off with a slap. "I'm the one in charge here. You both do what I tell you to. Nicola, please eat out your best friend."

I nodded and looked at Cristiana. "I have to, Cristi, it's best if we just do as she asks." Her cunt was right in front of me. I'd seen it in changing rooms before, but never this close, and for the first time I realised it was the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen. I knew she was proud of it, but I'd never been able to see it in such lovely detail before, and I felt a tinge of jealousy that she still had all her bits while I'd sacrificed mine. Sticking out my tongue, I could barely contain my excitement as I touched it to the bottom of Cristiana's pussy, and heard her gasp as I steadily licked up her slit.

The taste of her sex washed over me, and I licked it again and again, eliciting pants of pleasure from above. It tasted... sexy. Different from Bianca's. I licked it slower, a longer one this time, then again. I ran my tongue around her pussy lips and flicked it against her hood, causing her to whimper. I liked having this control over her.

Reaching up, I put my hands on her pelvis, pulling her pretty labia apart and exposing her entirely to my hungry eyes. It occurred to me bitterly that I no longer had a pair of these cute lips. She writhed as I ran my tongue around the rim of her entrance, shuddering with unwilling pleasure. I let go of her lips and took her entire mound in my mouth, wiggling my tongue into her vagina, stabbing it as deeply as I could and tasting the walls of her cunt. She looked at me, anger in her eyes, and I felt a bit guilty, but I didn't stop. I had no choice, I was being forced to do this. I just reminded myself that it wasn't my idea to perform lesbian oral sex on my best friend since high school.

Her wetness flowed into my mouth and I savoured the taste like it was honey. It was certainly an aphrodisiac, as my own pussy grew damp as well, even as mutilated as it was. I reached between my legs, trying to touch something that felt good, but my efforts were thwarted as there was nothing there that provided pleasure any more. I settled for playing with my breasts with one hand while I pinched Cristi's clit with the other, pulling and tugging on it. She was starting to moan and pant heavily now, and I released her pussy from my mouth, plunging my digits inside her while I took her clitoris between my lips, sucking it forcefully. Cristiana went crazy, bucking and screaming with lust. I felt her cunt clench around my fingers, and released her clit to return my lips to her opening. A flood of her come filled my mouth, and I felt some of it spill down my chin as I tried to swallow all I could. Cristiana went limp, too exhausted to move.

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