"Oh, ouch." She started to pull the tiny skewers out of my pussy, causing me to gasp again. Finally there was only one left. She was hesitant at first, then I bit back a cry as she took hold of my clitoris and pulled it gently so she could slide the pin out. She dropped it onto the small pile she had made and the two of us sat there naked. She was still holding onto my clit, and I remained silent, just enjoying the feel of her touch until she realised what she was doing and quickly let go. She blushed again, looking like she had a dozen questions on her mind, but was too nervous to speak, so I gestured to the TV. "Did you enjoy the show?" 

"Are you going to do that to me?" Her voice took me by surprise. It was steady, a hint of fear behind it, but just a little. Every other girl I had taken, by this point, was terrified. 

"Not that, exactly. But I am going to cut off your breasts." Her eyes widened as I reached out and stroked one gently. 

She swallowed as she looked down at my hand on the pale orbs sticking out from her chest. "You're going to cut them off… how are you going to do it?" 

"I haven't decided yet. Any preferences?" 

"Preferences? You're asking me to decide which way I would most prefer to be debreasted?" 

I smirked at her frankness. "Pretty much." 

She looked down at her tits. 

"I… I don't know. What ways are there?" 

"Oh, so many possibilities… the most basic would be to just use a knife, or course." I heard a gasp under her breath as I held one of her boobs to demonstrate. "I could start by putting the blade between them, then cutting sideways into your right breast…" I scratched a nail along the side of her pale orb, mimicking the slice of a knife. Her nipple stiffened even more to my surprise, and I continued. "…I'll continue to saw the knife up and down, slicing the tit meat away from your chest. Eventually the blade will come out the other side, and you'll be able to enjoy the sight of me holding your detached tit in my hand, while you'll have nothing but a big red hole in your body where it used to be." 

Bianca's eyes were glazing over, as though she were looking at something far away. She was breathing heavily. Was it fear? I didn't think so. Her voice was almost a whisper. "Then what?" 

Her question threw me off guard. "Pardon?" 

"When you're holding one of my severed breasts, then what will you do? Will you make me suck on it?" 

I looked at her carefully. None of the girls I'd ever taken had been this calm in the face of their own torture before. None of them had seemed so… interested. "Yes," I replied. "I'll make you suck on your own nipple. You won't feel anything of course, reinforcing the reality that it's no longer attached to your body." Bianca closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip at my description of her mutilation. The gesture made me want to shove her down onto the bed and ravage her, but I restrained my urges, wanting to finish telling her what I was going to do. Grabbing her other breast, I continued gesturing. "Once that's done, I'll make you hold it while I cut off this other one. I think I'll start at the top this time, and cut down into your tit. Once it comes off you'll be completely flat chested, your pretty boobs will be nothing but meat on that tray." 

"What about my pussy? Are you going to do anything to that?" 

I reached over into the draw in the portable table beside the bed and took out a pair of shears. "I'm going to use these on it." I held them up for her, squeezing the blades together a few times, the sound of metal sliding against metal causing her to flinch. I knelt down between her legs, pushing them open and finding no resistance. I pinched her labia and pulled them sharply, causing Bianca to let out a whimper. Stretching them as far as I could, I positioned the blades of the shears around her genitals. I closed them until they were right up against her skin. Bianca was panting heavily now, her pussy lips precariously positioned between the two razor sharp pieces of steel. "Maybe I won't wait. Maybe I'll slice them off right now. All I have to do is squeeze a bit more…" 

I squeezed gently. The blades closed until they began to pinch and cut into the very bottom of her labia. Bianca let out a guttural scream and fell backwards as the shears drew blood from her sensitive sex. Juice flowed from her pussy, covering my hands and the shears, and I realised her scream wasn't just from of pain - she was gripped by a sudden, intense orgasm. I opened the blades again and released her still-attached lower lips. A small droplet of blood ran down from the shallow cut I had made, dripping to the bed. Bianca just lay back, panting as she came to her senses. 

Eventually she sat up, and touched herself between her legs, finding herself whole. "I thought you were really doing it. I thought that was it, that you were cutting off my pussy lips. I can't believe how hard I came." 

I began to stroke her vagina again, pushing a finger from my free hand barely a fingernail's distance inside her, causing her to tense up and rock against my palm. "You really wanted me to do it, didn't you?" 

She looked confused and blissful at the same time. "Mmmm, I don't know. Part of me did, I think. Another part of me was terrified. It's just so… permanent, I guess. Once they're gone, that's it." 

"I know what you mean. I've fantasised about losing my own clitoris. I wish there was a way I could find out what it feels like to have it cut off, but still have it afterwards." 

Bianca enthusiastically thrust against my hand. I kept it on the very edge of her pussy, frustrating her efforts to impale herself on my finger. She looked at me. "I guess you could say you want to have your clit and eat it too." 

I laughed and returned her gaze. "That's true. What should I do with you?" 

She looked at me with big eyes. "Please don't kill me. Cut off anything you like, I just don't want to die." 

I pushed my finger further inside her, eliciting a gasp. "I regret kidnapping you. Something has come up and this hasn't turned out like I expected." I was overwhelmed with a desire to see her safe. I'd never met anyone like her, and the thought of ending her existence in this world caused a pang of sadness in my chest. "Perhaps… I could knock you out again, leave you somewhere far from here." Her eyes brightened, hopeful, and I made up my mind. "I'll go get the tranquilizer. You don't have to be afraid." 

She seemed to be surprised. "Just like that? You're not going to remove my breasts?" Was she really disappointed? I knew she was turned on by the thought of it, but fantasy and reality were leagues apart. 

I decided that I wanted to at least make my mark on her before I set her loose. I gestured to her tit. "Stretch out your nipple." 

She swallowed nervously. "Why?" 

"Because I told you to." I stared at her until she took hold of the little nub and pulled on it, stretching her breast into a conical shape. Her wide eyes followed my hand as I opened the shears and positioned them over her aureole. "Ask me to do it."

She groaned as I rubbed her harder. "Pardon?" 

"I'm not going to close the shears unless you ask me to." 

She was panting heavily as I roughly fingered her, looking at her delicate flesh positioned between the blades. She knew she would be asking me to do something irreversible. Could she do it? Would she? She was pinching her nipple so hard that her knuckles were white. She let out a deep breath as she came to a decision. "Please, close the shears. Cut it off." 

"Are you certain?" 

"Yes! Please… Before I chicken out." 


"As you wish." I squeezed. The silver blades came together, closing on the soft meat of her breast. I became excited at the sight of her skin parting, and Bianca screamed as the steel sliced through the end of her tit. Blood spilled down the curve of her breast and continued down her stomach. For the second time, she went cross-eyed as she was gripped by an orgasm. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as she spasmed, and suddenly her hand came away from her chest, still holding her detached nipple. Her screaming had stopped, reduced to heavy gasping as she twitched a few more times and her eyes refocused. She looked at the bloody piece of herself in her fingers, unable to find the words. 

I held out a cloth. "Hold that against your breast." She did so without taking her eyes off her excised flesh, wincing as she pressed it against the wound. I retrieved the latest development of Love Tech's medical sealant. We had done away with the gauze, now it was just a small high pressure spray canister. Pulling Bianca's hand and the towel away from her bleeding breast, I sprayed a coating of sealant across the hole I had just made, the chemicals forming a makeshift rubbery skin, and the blood flow ceased. Using the towel, I wiped up most of the blood that covered her stomach, leaving just a circular hole at the peak of her breast, the meat behind the sealant looking like a cross section from a biology book. Bianca was still staring at her nipple in wonder. I caught her attention. "I'd like to see you eat it." 

She didn't say anything, just looked at her little nub again. I wondered if she had registered what I'd said, but then she lifted her hand to her mouth, and slowly put the severed nipple in, closing her lips around her fingers as she withdrew them. She closed her eyes, just tasting her own flesh for a second, and then began to chew it. The sound of her little morsel being crushed between her teeth sent a wave of arousal through my loins, and as I watched her swallow her own nipple I took her hand and forced it between my legs. Bianca realised what I wanted her to do and started to push her fingers inside me, first one, then a second and a third joined it, impaling me as I groaned in ecstasy. "More…" I forced the word out between breaths, and let out a whimper as a fourth finger joined the first three. She looked at me and I nodded in affirmation. I spread my legs wide and leaned back as she tucked her thumb in and I cried out as she pushed again, her knuckles forcing their way inside my pussy.