(resumed)

I stood up, letting out a yelp as Bianca slapped my behind. "Well done." She went to a cupboard and took out a narrow tray, bringing it over to the chair and placing it on the table beside us. It was full of long steel skewers of varying lengths and thicknesses. I just looked at her, waiting for her to explain. She stepped behind Cristiana and reached around my friend's body, fondling her breasts. "I want you to help me fill these fat tits with those things."

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

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

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

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

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

I grabbed some skewers from the table and stood in front of her. This was it. I was about to torture a girl I considered my friend, to increase our odds of living through this. I had to get on Bianca's good side. I was sure that Cristiana would forgive me later, once this was over. She would understand there was no other way. I grabbed her left tit with one of the skewers in my other hand and positioned the point against the soft, sexy globe.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself. Cristiana got scared when she saw I was going to do it. She protested into the gag, and then let out a muffled scream of pain as I pushed. The skewer broke skin and I thrust it hard into the meat of her breast, part of me reveling in the sensation of feeling the metal make its way through her flesh. We both looked at it as a small point formed on the other side of the tit, myself with fascination and her with horror, and then with a thrust the bloody tip of the skewer burst out of her flesh with a small trickle of blood. I stood back and looked at my handiwork. I had to admit that it was kind of awesome, a long shaft of steel completely penetrating her breast from one side to the other. I grabbed a longer one and put it horizontally against her right tit.

Cristiana was screaming as I pushed it into her, rolling her eyes and banging her head against the headrest in pain. She stared at the skewer as it burst out the side of her right boob. I repositioned my hand on the end and pushed it further again, sending it deep into her left one. Cristiana groaned as it completed its journey, and I stood back and looked. She now had a steel rod going straight through both boobs, connecting them. Bianca had just watched me to start with, but now she picked up a third skewer and started to add to the number of spikes adorning my friend's breasts. I picked up a small one about six inches long and hiding it behind me, put my mouth to one of Cristi's quivering globes. My lips wrapped around her right nipple, and I sucked it like a lover. I felt the little nub harden as I flicked it with my tongue, and Cristiana's groans started to turn into moans as the pleasure I was giving her mixed with the pain. The respite was all too brief however, as I took the nipple from my mouth, and pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, I plunged the skewer straight through the top of her nipple, into her breast. Her cries renewed again with this latest steel intrusion into her body, and I stood back and watched Bianca add a few more skewers to the ones I had already decorated her with. I absentmindedly raised a hand to my own breast, caressing it as I wondered what it felt like to be Cristiana right now, with nearly a dozen shafts of metal piercing them in every direction.

To my relief, Cristi had stopped screaming, instead just groaning softly as she lay there. Bianca came up beside me. "I think her tits have taken all they can for now. Let's let give her a moment to recover. I don't want her to pass out from shock."

I nodded and took the opportunity to gaze at the various devices hanging on the walls. My eyes landed on the Japanese sword again and I felt goosebumps run down my arms. I was sure that it was sharp. Wandering over, I saw a shiny metal object lower down, sitting discreetly in a small box. I lifted it out and felt a twinge of lovely pain in my vagina. It was a pear of anguish. A lovely, phallic, golden device, with ornate lines carved into the four petals and a turnkey poking out the end. I carried it back to Bianca to show her what I'd found. "Have you ever used this on anyone?"

Bianca beamed as she saw it. "No, but I think I'd like to." She took it from me and held it up to my mouth. "Get it nice and wet for your friend." I obediently opened my lips wide and Bianca gently inserted the instrument of torture. I licked the steel object like a popsicle, and when I had coated it, Bianca opened the leg stirrups, stepping between Cristiana's legs and putting it at the entrance to her unprotected pussy. Cristi let out a squeal as Bianca pushed it in, her pussy lips engulfing the bulge, tightening around the narrow end as it popped inside. She reluctantly moaned in pleasure as it filled her, but then as Bianca started to turn the screw, watching as the quarters of the pear began to move apart. Cristiana was shrieking into the gag as she felt it expand, knowing what it would do to her.

The pear was stretching her to about the diameter of a soda can now, and Cristi's lips were stretched tight. Bianca stopped and stepped back, motioning for to me to take her place. "Do you want to have a turn?"

I nodded excitedly as I got between Cristiana's legs. "How much should I turn it?"

"As much as you want. Tear her open if you like."

Cristi glared at me as I began turning the device. I watched, aroused, as her labia began to stretch to their limit, trying to accommodate its incredible width. I could see right inside her, all the way to her cervix. After several revolutions, Cristiana let out a piercing scream and I felt something wet hit me in the face as she bucked her hips wildly within the restraints. Unable to stretch any further, her pussy had torn in the front, next to her clit. A bright red line had appeared, and it grew bigger as I turned the screw some more, making her muffled screams increase in intensity.

"Okay, that's enough." Bianca rested her hand on mine, before I turned the key again. "We don't want her to bleed too much yet, and I want her cunt relatively undamaged. Take it out as gently as you can." I started turning the key the other way, and Cristi let out a sigh of relief as the petals closed, giving her torn lips a reprieve. When the device was fully contracted, I pulled it out, hearing a tired grunt from my friend. It was coated in her vaginal fluids and a bit of blood here and there. Absentmindedly I started licking it again as I listened to Bianca talk.

"I'm going to do some pretty nasty things to you, Cristiana. You deserve it." Bianca stroked her fingertips down Cristi's stomach as the restrained girl shook with fear. "But first of all, I'm going to cut out your vagina." Cristi screamed into her gag in horror at her tormentor's words as Bianca touched her there, pinching her torn labia. I was shocked myself. Her vagina? As in the whole thing? I looked at the glowing knife in the grill and realised that this was what that was for. Bianca was going to carve out Cristi's entire pussy, cauterising the wound as she did it so Cristi didn't die from blood loss during the process. I felt a throbbing in my own maimed sex, and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that entire body part violently removed.

Bianca continued speaking. "I don't want you to be delirious from pain, or in shock when I do it, so I'm going to do it before we go any further. I want you to have you full mental faculties as you watch me push this knife into your pelvis and cut around that precious slit of yours. I want you to see everything as I detach it from your body. I want it to look nice and presentable once it's removed." I began to pant more heavily as I listened. I was reluctant to admit it, but I was excited. This was far beyond what I did to myself with a little scalpel. I was going to see my best friend forever lose her precious lady parts, and I was slightly ashamed that it didn't bother me at all. I was looking forward to this.

Cristiana protested incoherently as Bianca took the small knife from the element and ran it down her stomach, almost touching her skin. I could tell she felt the heat from the blade, and it occurred to me that the handle must have been a heat resistant material if Bianca could hold it as the knife was a dark orange glow. Finally stopping at her mound, Bianca moved it to the right of her lips, the ripped one leaking a small trickle of blood from the damage done by the pear. Cristiana was watching the knife, her eyes wide with fear, and then they bulged with horror as she saw it pierce her skin. There was a hiss of cooking flesh and Cristiana began to scream as Bianca pushed the knife slowly forward into the other girl's pelvis, to the side of her entrance.

The hilt came up to her body and Bianca didn't move it. Instead she picked up her cellphone, holding it up and taking a photo of the handle sticking out of Cristiana's pubic mound. Cristi just stared at it, screaming into the gag. Taking hold of the knife again, Bianca began to push the blade down, slicing an angry red line that trailed behind the still glowing steel. Smoke was escaping from the wound, the heated metal cauterising Cristi's exposed flesh as Bianca slowly cut to the perineum and around her pussy in a small V shape, sawing deeply as the bound girl screamed at the violent intrusion. Once the knife reached the top again, mirroring the cut on the other side, Bianca withdrew it. The glow had faded, so she put it back on the element.

I reached out a finger and stroked Cristiana's clit, still coated in my saliva. "Can you still feel this?" She didn't respond, not hearing me as she thrashed around, straining against the straps that held her in place. I slid my index finger inside her, trying to stimulate her, but as she continued sobbing I couldn't tell if she felt any pleasure amongst the pain. After a minute Bianca took the knife out again, its glow renewed, and put it against the end of the wound, pushing it deep into Cristi's mound a second time. This time she sliced horizontally across the front of my friend's sex, completing the triangular cut. "Nicola, would you like to do the honours?" She smiled as I wordlessly stood up, and I looked around for something to place Cristiana's pussy on. I spied a plate and grabbed it off the bench. I returned to the chair and got down between Cristiana's legs. Holding it out, I pinched her labia with one hand, pulling gently. Cristi's tear-stained eyes bulged as she saw her entire vaginal mound slide out of her body onto the white plate in my hand. Between her legs was just a red, sizzling opening, her cunt now a steaming pie shaped piece of meat on the plate. Her screams ceased as she went limp, passing out.

I handed the dish to Bianca, who placed it on the table.

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I was feeling dizzy at what I had just seen. It was awful and horrible and at the same time, so incredibly exciting and erotic. To lose such an intimate, inherent part of oneself. The pain must have been crippling for Cristiana, but the knowledge that she was having such a precious body part taken from her must have been... exquisite. I gasped clutching at my breasts, digging my nails into them until I drew blood, faint red scratches running down the alabaster skin.

Bianca returned to my side to see what had me so worked up and suddenly I grabbed her breasts. Lowering my head to the one with a nipple, I took it in my mouth, sucking on it hungrily. I had never done this sort of thing with a girl before, but I was so horny I needed to feel the touch of skin on skin. "Oh god, Bianca," I murmured around her nipple. "I'm so worked up, I need to get off. What should I do?"

Bianca pried me off her breast. "If you want a bit of straight-style sex, I think there's a strap-on around here somewhere. I could use it on you, but you're pretty cut up down there and missing most of your bits. It would probably hurt." I purred with lust as I imagined her fucking me, and nodded my acceptance. I didn't care about the pain. Bianca indicated with a flick of her eyes. "Go over to the bed." I did as she asked, lying down and playing with my tits, reveling in the sensations as I squeezed them. I watched as she took a strapped dildo out of a cupboard and started to slide it into herself. I realised there was an attachment on the outside for an additional connection. She would be getting fucked at the same time as me.

She brought a box to the bed and opened it. "These are the different attachments." She held up two of them. I looked at the one on my left, a small rod about the size of a hairbrush. I had only ever once stuck something that large in myself before. My eyes moved to the one in her other hand. A large, silver, metallic shaft with sharp little spikes jutting out the sides by about half a finger's width at every angle. This was not a toy for giving a girl pleasure, it was a torture device that would inflict some serious damage. "If you answer correctly, I'll use the nice one. If you answer incorrectly, I get to use the naughty one." She wiggled the steel monster and I felt felt a touch of fear. If she used that I could forget about getting off. I'd probably never feel pleasure between my legs again.

"What's the question?"

"Did Cristiana tell you to get pics of me with Sara?"

I felt a surge of guilt. "No. I just happened to be at that party and saw you and her heading off to a bedroom. I thought I could get some shots for Cristi to just tease you with, but she broke into your face book... I'm really sorry." I whispered. "I never meant to make you drop out."

Bianca patted me on the shoulder. "Thanks for being honest. I forgive you." She held up the steel dildo wiggling it in front of me. "But, that was the answer that gets 'Mr. Spiky.'"

I sighed and thought about the damage I had already done to myself. In for a penny... "My pussy is pretty fucked up. Whats the worst we can do now?" I reached out and tapped one of the spikes and jerked my hand back, a drop of blood leaking from my finger. These things were sharp. I shivered with fear. Bianca nodded and started screwing it to her crotch. When she finished it stood out from her pelvis, a killer cock. I swallowed nervously. "That stuff you used to seal up my wounds. It should work on any wounds we make here, right? I think it will be a lot messier than what we did earlier."

"Yes, it should. I know a doctor who works with it. She told me its creating quite a stir among the medical community. It's seals up wounds like nothing else."

I smiled and simply lay back on the bed, spreading my legs as wide as I could, opening myself up to be fucked like never before. Bianca wordlessly climbed over me, positioning the dildo at my mutilated entrance. The smooth round tip of the steel cock nuzzled against the wounds of my labia, and I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my cry.

Then Bianca thrust forward, a look of bliss crossing her face, and I screamed into my palm as I felt the sharp spikes tear their way into my birth canal, ripping huge gashes in the tender lining of my cunt. I barely had time to catch my breath before she pulled out slowly, then thrust her hips forward again, creating new pathways of blinding pain inside me. I held both my hands to my mouth as she fucked me, tears spilling down my cheeks. It hurt so much, but somehow I loved it. My pussy was being ripped to shreds and I just wanted her to keep going.

Bianca's breasts slapped against my own as she moved back and forth, pleasuring herself on her end of the toy while my end did the opposite, and I put my arms around her and pulled her against me, wrapping my legs behind her butt and trying to pull her hips as deep into me as possible. My mind was being overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure and pain, and my eyes crossed as beyond all expectations I felt a climax building. Another thrust and I felt something else tear inside me as I exploded into an orgasm of agony, and then another one, and a third. I lost count as my mind went blank, until finally Bianca stopped moving, just lying on top of me with her steel shaft buried in my ruined pussy. Slowly, eventually, she began to stir. I winced as she pushed herself off me, sweat dripping from her forehead, then slowly, tenderly pulled the spiked dildo out of me one last time. Looking at it, I saw it was coated in blood and small pieces of flesh, and I felt more dripping down between my cheeks onto the bed. I put my hand down there and let out another wince as I touched myself. There was no substance down there. It just felt wet, and my fingers came away stained red. Bianca grabbed the can of medical spray and spread a gratuitous amount between my legs. As she put the can at my entrance and pressed the nozzle I felt the light substance coat my insides.

"Fuck..." I looked at Bianca's naked form, covered in sweat. "I don't think I'll be able to do that again."

"Probably not." She handed me a cloth and stroked her hand down the side of my breast. I was rocking gently with my hands between my legs, holding the cloth to my genitals as I tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my nether region while I came down from my sexual high. I was pretty sure my vagina was destroyed. It was so final, so permanent. This must be how Cristiana felt a moment ago. Feelings of sadness and immense loss welled up inside me, but at the same time I was somehow so turned on that if my pussy wasn't in ruins I had no doubt I would be fingering myself silly. I felt like I was going crazy.

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Cristiana stirred. Eventually her eyes opened, and then she began to panic as the she noticed the agony still coming from between her legs. Climbing off the bed, I limped painfully over to her. Bianca picked up the plate that held Cristi's genitalia and held it up for her to see. My friend just stared at her former body part. Tears streamed down her eyes as they darted between the severed pussy in front of her and the gaping red hole where it used to be.

I reached over and took out her gag. "Oh god. It hurts. What have you done to me?"

I looked down apologetically. "Sorry, Cristi."

"Sorry? You're sorry? She cut out my entire vagina! I've been mutilated!"

Bianca handed me the plate and I looked down at the triangular piece of meat. The pussy still looked pristine despite a little tear on the lip, and immediately recognisable as the one I had pleasured before. It was so strange seeing it now without the hips that had housed it. Bianca turned back to Cristi. "You always claimed I liked to eat pussy, Cristiana. Well, you were right, and now I get to eat yours." I looked up in surprise at this. I hadn't realised Bianca was a cannibal, but suddenly having a kitchen down here made sense. I wondered what a girl's cooked pussy tasted like as I looked down at the cut of meat.

Cristi was aghast. "You're... you're not seriously going to eat it? It's my pussy! You can't!"

"It's not yours anymore, Cristiana, but since you seem to want it so badly, I'll give you a final taste before I fry it up." With that, Bianca picked up the cunt filet and held it to Cristiana's mouth.

She closed her lips of course, refusing to cooperate, so Bianca leaned down to her ear and whispered into it. "Cristiana, if you don't play nice I'll have to punish you. It won't hurt you to give your pussy a little lick for us, but it will hurt if I drag you over to that element and press one of your breasts against it. How about it, want to find out what it feels like to have your tits fried while they're still attached?"

Sobbing, Cristiana opened her mouth and extended her tongue to the severed meat. She licked up and down the lifeless lips and clitoris of her former opening, before pushing her tongue as deeply as she could into the hole. I felt myself become aroused as I watched Cristiana perform oral sex on her own amputated pussy. After a minute, Bianca took the meat away from her mouth, causing her to look away in disgust as a long string of saliva and pussy juice connected to her wet lips before breaking, and returned it to the plate. She had been forced to taste her own cunt. Not many girls are lucky enough to experience that. I suddenly thought of my own pussy lips, over on the table, and my mouth began to water. I realised I hadn't eaten anything since the morning when I sat in the cafe with Cristi. I was quite hungry.

Bianca held out the piece of meat to me. "Want a lick?"

It looked so sexy, lying there in her hand. I felt a rush of pleasure. I blushed and shook my head. "I don't need to, I've already licked it plenty."

"Come on, don't be shy." She held Cristiana's pussy up to my face. "I can see you're excited by this." I blushed deeper as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the slit. It tasted like it had before, still coated in the remnants of the last orgasm Cristi would ever be able to have.

"Are you really going to eat it?" I asked Bianca.

"Yep. It's going to be my first time actually eating a cooked pussy. I'm really looking forward to it." She looked closely at me. "Wondering what it's like?" I looked away, slightly ashamed at my perversion. "Hey, it's okay," Bianca said, stroking my hair, "if you're really interested in tasting a bit of pussy flesh, there's a couple of lips that no one needs anymore over in that bowl on the bench. Let's fry them up!" She winked at me and I tried to stifle a giggle. I could scarcely believe it, but I was actually tempted. She was right, it wasn't like I had a use for them.

"You know what?" Bianca grasped my breasts firmly, caressing them. "You should think about adding your tits to the menu." She leaned down and wrapped her lips around one of my hard nipples.

I looked at her in shock. "Are you serious? Eat my own breasts? I can't do that... My pussy was one thing, but to lose my breasts as well..." Cutting off my genitals had been agony, and the thought of sliding that shiny steel through my meat once more sent shivers down my spine.

Bianca took her mouth from my nipple with a soft pop. "You're losing them one way or another. I said earlier that I was only going to put off your debreasting temporarily, so it won't change the outcome. Well, I won't make you, but I have to say, a cute girl cutting off her own tits would be so hot to watch." I blushed at her compliment as she stepped back. "And just so you know, I've eaten some before, they taste much better than you'd imagine."

I had forgotten that my breasts were still destined for the chopping block tonight. Looking down at them, I saw my nipples grow harder at the thought. Was it fear that made them do that, or excitement? Bianca had drawn my thoughts to the twin globes poking out from my chest, and I found myself wondering if it would feel just as bad - and just as good - to cut into them as it had my pussy. Why was I having these thoughts?

My contemplation was interrupted by Bianca leaning forward and kissing me. I felt her lips on mine, and my head swam with dizziness, then she broke the kiss and kept eye contact with me as she lowered her mouth to my breast again. I watched intently as she continued sucking on my nipple, letting out a moan of lust. It struck me that the nipple in her mouth, the one giving me so much pleasure, wasn't going to be part of me much longer. Both nipples, and the soft tits that stuck out from my chest, no longer attached to my body. Just meat. What would it feel like, to hold them in my hands? To lift one to my mouth and suck on my own nipple?

I opened my mouth to protest again, but I hesitated, thinking about it for a second. I couldn't deny how aroused I was as I looked down at my boobs. Could I? Did the thought of eating them really appeal to me? How would they taste? If I was going to lose them anyway, what did it matter if it was by my own hand? I felt a shiver of excitement pass through me, and a rush of pleasure shot through the pain in my loins. I still didn't understand how that was possible. The last of my doubts vanished and I threw caution to the wind, smiling at Bianca. "Okay. I'll try. How do we do it? Should I use that knife from before?"

She squealed with delight and pulled me up by my hands. "Let's go and see what else we've got!" I limped after her as she dashed over to the makeshift kitchen section of the room I noticed earlier, slowed by the pit of fire between my legs. She placed Cristi's pussy in the fridge and when I got there she had pulled a large knife out of a knife block, and was fingering the edge. I swallowed as I imagined pushing that sharp steel into one of my tits.

Then I heard her gasp as she saw another device. She looked like this was the first time she'd seen it. Was this stuff not hers? Putting the blade back in the block, she reached over to an electric knife. She lifted it up and looked at the serrated edge before switching it on. The twin blades started sliding smoothly against each other. It was designed to cut through meat. I gulped. She switched it off and looked at me with wide eyes. "You've got to use this!"

Nodding, I took the knife from her. This was it. The moment of truth. My heart was thumping in my chest as I grasped my left breast, feeling my hand caress it for the last time. Pulling it out by my nipple, I turned the electric knife back on with a whir, and held the blurring edge close to my skin, vertically near the side of my stretched boob. I swallowed. Could I do this? My chest would never look the same again. I looked at my nipples and saw they were still as hard as rocks at the thought of what I was about to do. I knew then I was going to go through with it. "I'm sorry little titty," I whispered, "you and I have had wonderful times together, but it's time for us to part ways." Taking a deep breath, I pushed the automatic blade against my soft mound. It sunk into my titmeat without resistance, the cold steel separating red veins, spilling their contents down my body. I screamed in pain as I debreasted myself, tears streaming from my eyes as I slowly pushed the metal further, assisting the mechanical knife by sawing slightly. Blood was streaming down my arm and stomach as I cut towards the center of my chest, and I couldn't take my eyes off the hypnotic end of the knife bobbing up and down out of the top of my tit, a red line trailing behind it as I pushed it across my bust.

I lost the sensation of my hand holding it as I made progress, and then suddenly my tit was free in my hand, a wobbling mound of flesh in my palm, and I was hit by another orgasm despite the ruined state of my pussy. As I climaxed I clumsily reached out with a shaking hand and managed to drop my severed breast onto the chopping board with a splat. I could barely hear Bianca talking to me as she took the knife from my hand, switching if off and putting it down before spraying her sealant over the gaping hole on the left hand side of my chest. My lone remaining tit looked asymmetrical by itself. I looked at the one on the chopping board, reaching out to stroke it. It felt so familiar to the touch, soft and malleable with a nipple on top. I fingered it lightly with one hand, pinching my right and still-attached nipple with the other.

"Holy shit, you did it! That was amazing!" I focused on Bianca talking excitedly at me, and I was aware of my surroundings again. I had really done it! I had cut off my left breast. The feeling I had after mutilating my pussy had returned - pain, but with an overwhelming arousal making me pant with pleasure. I looked at my severed breast sitting on the board again as I fondled it, and thought it was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.

Bianca picked up the cleaver from the bench and stepped over to me. I moaned as she squeezed my remaining breast. "Do you think I could do the other one?" Her eyes were shining with delight, and it was clear to me that she was as turned on as I was.

I looked at the large blade in her hand. "God, yes." Shaking unsteadily, I stumbled over to the chopping board and pushed the disembodied tit lying on it to one side, making room. I leaned into the bench, laying my doomed breast against the wood. Bianca stepped up behind me, reaching around with the meat cleaver, positioning it above the slope of my breast, stroking my skin lightly with the sharp edge. Goosebumps spread across my skin. "Do it quickly, take it off." The waiting was driving me crazy, to feel it again, the mix of pain and pleasure. I was dreading it, but at the same time, part of me wanted it. Bianca slid the cleaver down to my erect nipple, cutting a red line as she gently sliced the sharp edge across the side of my hard nub. I let out a whimper of pain. "Please... just do it already... I want you to cut it off!" I whispered.

She teased me, smiling, as she returned the steel to the very top of my tit. I couldn't believe what I was saying, even after everything I'd done. Bianca raised the cleaver up above my head. My eyes were glued to it as she held it aloft, then my breath caught as she swung it down rapidly. I gasped as I watched her slam it into the base of the chopping board with a loud thud. For a split second, I thought she had missed, but then my brain registered that my breast was now on the opposite side of the steel blade to my body. Then I was screaming again as the pain hit me and I watched in aroused horror as it began to peel away from the metal with a wet sucking sound, until the pound of meat rolled forward onto the board, the exposed fatty insides bared for all to see.

My throat was hoarse, but I couldn't stop as I stared at the meat that had been freshly carved from my chest. My meat. Bianca picked it up, turning it over, and my eyes darted between the severed breast in her hand, my own breast, and the bloody hole that remained behind on my now featureless chest. Bianca dropped it back next to its twin on the board, and as she took care of the wound I found my mind drifting back to the day in the cafe. I had been admiring them in the mirror that morning, how could I have ever imagined that just a few hours later I would be flat-chested, my pert breasts ending up as meat on a kitchen chopping board, about to become a midnight snack for me and another girl? It felt so surreal.

Bianca finished sealing my wounds and cleaning the blood off my stomach and legs. I gingerly touched my chest, wincing as my fingers made contact with the exposed muscle. It wasn't wet - the sealant stopped blood flow on the surface, but it was still very painful to touch. Bianca started busying herself about the kitchen, setting up the cooking utensils and the grill, so I returned my attention to the twin pale mounds sitting on the chopping board. I wasn't sure how I felt, seeing my alabaster breasts lying there in a small puddle of blood. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen, and it felt so good despite the pain, but part of me knew that when this was over, I was going to have to face the reality that I had removed my own vulva and clitoris, allowed myself to be sexually mutilated, that I had cut off my own breasts - well, one of them - and judging from how things were progressing, probably also that I had cooked and eaten them before the end of the night. I wasn't sure how I would come to terms with being a girl without a girl's defining features. "Well, on the bright side I guess I don't have to worry about getting breast cancer anymore."

Bianca laughed over by the stove. "It's like they say, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure!"

I reached out and caressed my former organs again, enjoying the softness as it molded to fit my hand. Picking one of them up, I brought the nipple to my mouth and gave it a small lick, then another. I opened my lips and tasted my own nipple for the first time, its rubbery texture pressed against my tongue, and slightly wished I had been less prudish as I had been growing up. I could have tried to do this when they were still attached to me. Looking up at Bianca past the ragged edge of the breast, I noticed she had finished preparing and was enjoying the sight of me playing with it. "You ready to get cooking?" she asked.

I put my breast back down and picked my pussy lips up out of the bowl that held them. Bianca had already heated up a pan while I had been playing with my boobs, and standing in front of it, I added a bit of oil and spread it around while she placed my tits on the grill next to the stove. I dropped the labia into the pan as though they were a couple of strips of bacon. They started sizzling as they hit the metal, and I coated them in oil as I moved the meaty lips around slightly so they wouldn't burn. It was a strange feeling, looking past the circular wounds on my chest where I once had breasts, down at my own frying pussy lips. The anticipation of consuming my own sexual parts was almost overwhelming. I really was a depraved pervert. I added my clitoris to the pan and continued to cook. After a while, my meat started to brown and crispen slightly, so I took the frying pan off the heat for a minute, before dishing the food out onto a plate.

Bianca stepped up to look at the results. "They look delicious! I don't suppose you'd let me have one...?"

She had a pouty look on her face that made me want to kiss her right there, but instead I picked up one of my steaming labia and held it up. "Say 'ahhhh.'"

She smiled and tilted her head back, opening her mouth. I lowered the pussy lip into her mouth, and enjoyed the sight of her biting into my meat as I did so, chewing on it with impassioned moans as though it was delicious. It probably was, and I wanted to find out. I picked up the remaining labia and unceremoniously popped it into my mouth. As soon as I bit down, the taste of my own pussy me hit me. It was fantastic! It tasted like meat, but at the same time, it had a hint of sex, sort of like how it tasted when I went down on Bianca earlier, or how my fingers tasted when I sucked them after playing with myself. The taste turned me on, and I wished I could squeeze my breasts or pinch my clit to bring myself pleasure, but of course that was impossible now with those parts gone.

My thoughts reminded me of my clitoris still on the plate. I picked it up, then looked over at Cristiana, who had her eyes closed and looked like she was trying to pretend she was back in Venice. The large red crater between her legs was very conspicuous, standing out against her pale smooth skin. "I don't want her to feel left out." I walked over and as she opened her eyes and looked at me I pulled the duct tape off her arm when it had been left. She opened her mouth in surprise and I popped my fried clit in before she could react, pressing the tape over her lips so she couldn't spit it out.

She let out an angry growl from behind the tape. "Just try to enjoy it Cristi, it tastes good. You can chew it up and swallow it or just suck on it for the rest of the night, I don't care." Cristi seemed to ask me a muffled question. "Oh, right." I realised she hadn't been paying attention to us. "It's my clitoris." She let out a scream and gagged, but I ignored her, returning to the kitchen. Bianca grinned and put her arms around my bare shoulders in an embrace. Our lips met and we kissed, her tongue moving around mine. I moaned with pleasure as we held each other, her breasts pressing against where mine used to be. I detected the slight hint of my pussy lips still lingering on our tongues and I savoured the eroticism of the moment, an aftertaste of sex all that remained of my vagina.

Bianca broke the kiss and gave me a small peck on the lips, bringing me out of my reverie. "Don't let your tits burn." I broke our embrace, turning back to my roasting breasts. Eating my pussy meat had whetted my appetite, and I found my mouth watering as I watched the darkening globes. I watched excitedly as Bianca collected some burger buns and salad from the fridge. "I thought some gourmet breast burgers would hit the spot." She flashed a smile at me as she showed me how to prepare my tits, the trick to making them as flavourful as possible and how to prevent them from burning on one side. I watched, enraptured, as the once soft pale skin of my former breasts became tanned and crispy as the flames of the grill licked at them. Finally, Bianca stated they were done as I cut a little slice in the side of one and saw steam waft out. I took them off the grill and crafted the titty burgers with a lettuce, tomato and a number of other sandwich ingredients, then served one each onto a plate.

Bianca pulled up some stools and as we sat down at the kitchen bench, I just watched Bianca at first as she started to devour the burger containing one of my roasted breasts. I wasn't sure if it was my left or my right one. Unable to wait any longer I picked up my own burger and opened my mouth wide, biting into it with a grunt. I got a large mouthful of bread and breast meat, and I moaned in gastronomic delight as it hit my palate. My breasts were delicious! We sat there together, enjoying the meal that I had supplied the meat for until I found myself licking the sauces off the plate, a feeling of contented fullness in my stomach.

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