disrobed and joined her back under the covers. "Paige knows my preferences. Not for torture, but for pretty girls. I pay my staff for discretion." I took the clitoris from her fingers. "We should probably do something with this though." 

"I'd like to see you eat it." Bianca echoed my words from the previous day. Our eyes met as I slowly put the little piece of raw flesh in my mouth and started to chew. I felt it squash and come apart between my teeth before swallowing the sexy meat. Bianca just stared at me, enjoying the display."What does it taste like? Eating a girl's pussy cooked?" 

"It's unlike anything else. It's like a good meal and oral sex at the same time. It tastes like meat, but there's always the knowledge that you're consuming a part of their body, making it a part of yours…" I looked at Bianca. "It's been a while since I've eaten one. By the end of tonight, I was originally planning to have your fried pussy for dinner with a nice Merlot." 

"You sure know how to sweet talk a girl." 

I chuckled. "I think you're the first girl that particular pick up line has ever worked on." 

Bianca took my hand and placed it between her legs. "It works really well though. As far as I'm concerned, you own my pussy. Whether you want to play with it or fry it up for a late night snack, it's yours to do with as you please." 

"That's a bold claim. Maybe I'll have you sit on a grill until it's nice and sizzling, then get down between your legs and eat you out…" I leaned over and blew in her ear, causing her to shiver "…literally." 

"I'll enjoy every bite you take." Bianca put her fingers to my lips, prompting me to kiss them in response. "I've never met anyone like you before." 

I smiled. "I'm glad. There'd be less of you for me to enjoy if you had." Bianca laughed at my comment. "I think I'd better start pacing myself though." I stroked my hand between her legs, causing her to gasp. "I want to enjoy you for as long as possible. If I keep going at this rate, you won't have anything left by the end of our trip." I began to move down her body, scratching her stomach lightly with my nails, exposing her nudity to the cabin as I pushed back the sheets with my butt. She had a look of shocked innocence on her face that lit a fire inside me as I came level with her clitless mound. She pressed her lips together, trying to stifle a moan as I opened my mouth and proceeded to gently blow on her pussy. 

Bianca let out a groan. "Do you… do you think I can still come without my clitoris?" 

"I aim to find out." I extended my tongue and dragged it up her dampening labia, before putting it at her entrance and wiggling it inside. She moaned again as I savoured her taste, pushing my lips against her pelvis and reveling in the sweet juice that began to dribble slowly into my mouth. I explored the contours of her channel with my tongue and had to put my arms around her thighs to stop her from bucking. Eventually I had to stop for air, so I replaced my mouth with two of my fingers and put my lips around her clitoral hood, chewing on it viciously. I poked the stump of her former clit with my tongue, causing her to clasp her hands to her mouth to muffle a scream. I spent some time rubbing my fingers inside her, and then another bite on that tender area and she was climaxing, her come flowing out of her like a dam had burst. I hurriedly put my lips back over her pussy, forming a seal around it and drinking the fluid like it was ambrosia. 

She gasped beside me as I collapsed on the bed. "I didn't think I'd be able to have orgasms anymore." 

"It helps that you get off on pain. You might find it more difficult though, as you lose more of your bits." 

She gave me a naughty smile. "Which bit will it be next? My other nipple?" 

I looked at her unmarked breast. "No, I want that one to have a nipple when I cut it off. Your entire breast, whole and complete… sitting on a silver platter waiting to be cooked and eaten. As for what comes off next, when it eventually happens…" I leaned in and gave her a kiss, which she returned eagerly. "That will be a surprise for both of us." 
 
I lay back, covered in sweat, and took a piece of sushi, popping it in my mouth. We were approaching the end of the flight, and I had allowed Paige to bring our dinner right in the middle of our lovemaking, much to Bianca's complete embarrassment. She had left it on the table by the bed and walked out as though we had been merely been chatting about fashion, instead of me trying to see how far inside Bianca I could reach with my tongue. I didn't think it had been possible for Bianca to turn any redder. 

I finished chewing and looked at her. I had covered her naked body in sushi and was using her as a platter for our meal, with instructions to lie there and not move. I took another piece and dipped it into the soy sauce pooling in her belly button, before holding it to her mouth. She took the offering and chewed it happily. "You know, we still don't know much about each other. Our most intimate fetishes, sure, but I'm still wondering what you were doing hitchhiking along the coast." A look of sadness crossed her face and I stroked her hair. "Sorry, if you don't want to tell me you don't have to…" 

"No, no. I want to, it just involves some unpleasant memories." I took another piece from between her breasts and popped it in my mouth. "I went to high school with this girl, Cristiana. We were never really friends. She was popular and gorgeous, and I was kind of a geek. She seemed to enjoy making my days miserable." 

I finished chewing and swallowed. "I dislike her already." 

"I always used to admire the girls I went to school with. I admired their figures and their faces, in the changing rooms I would try to sneak glances at their breasts or pussies. I told myself I was just trying to compare them to mine but the truth was that every time I saw them, I got excited. I would think about them in bed at night while I explored myself. I finally came to admit I was very attracted to girls." 

I took a piece of tempura and held her pussy open. Bianca gasped as I pushed it into her, coating it in her own natural sauce. "Mmm, what's not to like?" 

Bianca moaned. "That's going to make it very difficult to tell you my story. Do you want to have sex instead? I can finish telling your later." 

"Uh-uh. Story." I grinned at her sheepishly at I wolfed down the tasty tempura. "Sex later." 

She smiled. "Cristiana started to get wise to my preferences. I think she must have noticed me looking at her. She started calling attention to it. Spreading rumours about who I was making out with, making sure everyone knew to be wary around me, like I was going to suddenly rape them or something." Her expression reminded me of how she looked when it was screwed up in pain and I feel my loins stir at the memory. I cleared my mind and concentrated on listening to her. "It was hell. I denied it whenever I could, but of course that didn't help." She sighed. "We eventually graduated and as it turned out we got into the same college in Venice, much to my horror. I went to the other side of the country and she was still a blight on my life. I already told you I was taking a course in software development; I was doing what I wanted to do, and I was also further away from home, which allowed me to start meeting other girls who liked girls. I finally hooked up at a party one night." 

Distracted again, I squealed. "Ooh, details! What was her name, the girl who popped your cherry?" I giggled wickedly as Bianca blushed slightly at my comment. 

"Sara. We went upstairs to one of the rooms and started to really get into each other, if you know what I mean." She gave me a sly grin. 

I returned her naughty look. "You can show me later. Back to the story." 

"It was just a one night stand. Unfortunately one of Cristiana's friends was at the party, Nicola. She and Cristiana had been friends through high school. She had no friends until she met Cristiana, so she was always doing what Cristiana told her to. She sneaked into the bedroom and got some picture of me and Sara in a very compromising position." I simply lay there waiting for her to continue. "Cristiana did the worst thing she could have done with them. When Nicola sent her the pictures, she posted them on my facebook page. She must have stolen my password somehow. I have a younger sister, Sofia, who saw them. Shes only 10, and she showed my mother, who showed my father, both of whom are are religious fundamentalists. It didn't go down well." 

I held her hand. "I think I see where this is going." 

"Yeah. I went home, but my parents wanted nothing to do with me. They said I was no longer welcome under their roof. My father was so angry I thought he was going to kill me. Honestly though, getting out of that house feels like a burden has been lifted. I was always trying to be the perfect daughter, never allowing myself to be me. I can live with that. What really breaks my heart is Sofia. They said I can't ever see her again, afraid I'll corrupt her or something. Sofia and I were inseparable when we were growing up, she always looked up to me. I managed to see her just once before I left and she was in tears because she thought this was all her fault since she said something about it to my parents. I told her it wasn't, but she was inconsolable." Bianca was silent for a moment as she looked at the clouds outside the window. "I really miss her…" 

I wiped her eyes and kissed her. "You'll see her again, I promise. One day she'll no longer be a minor and she can make her own decisions about who she keeps in her life." I took another piece of sushi from her body and fed it to her. 

"Thank you." Bianca giggled halfheartedly. "Anyway, that's enough about me and my depressing drama. What about you? How did your parents react when you came out to them? Assuming you have." 

I smiled and set my eyes on the piece of sushi covering Bianca's nipple. Leaning over her I took the entire piece in my mouth, biting down on the nipple underneath it. Bianca squealed as I pulled my head up, stretching her tit and licking the piece of flesh trapped between my teeth. I let it go, enjoying the sight of it snapping back into place with a wobble, and lay back, finishing my mouthful before continuing. 

"My parents are dead." Bianca's face turned to one of horror and I laughed. "Don't worry about it, it happened a long time ago. My mother died when I was 16, some sort of heart failure. A week later my father went to his study and put his shotgun in his mouth. We weren't very close, so it didn't really bother me when he died. I missed my mother for a time though." 

I suddenly felt like I was suffocating, like the walls of the plane were getting tighter. I quickly reached over to my purse and took out my pills. Bianca watched as I popped one in my mouth and washed it down with some water. "What are those?" 

"Just my meds. I see a shrink, and he prescribed them. For anxiety, and… other things." I gave the bottle a little shake. "I've had some mental issues in the past. Breakdowns and blackouts. I'm a bit of a basket case, if you haven't noticed." 

She smiled at me. "I can't see anything wrong from where I am. How much do you tell him about yourself?" 

"Nothing that would allow him to break confidentiality." 

Bianca picked up the bottle and looked at it. "Hang on, this says you prescribed them. You're a doctor?" 

I winced. "I have a medical license. I don't like to tell people. It was expected as the head of a company specialising in medical science I would at least have some understanding of what we're doing. We also have a few hospitals, but I don't practice. It allows me to refill my own prescriptions without seeing my shrink every time though." Bianca was trying to suppress a laugh. "What?" 

"Dr. Love." She had a grin from ear to ear. "It sounds like the name of a relationship advice columnist." She laughed at the expression on my face, trying not to let the remaining sushi adorning her body fall off. "Paging Dr. Love, you're needed in reception!" 

I glared at her, trying not to smile. "Thank you Bianca, that's why I don't like to tell anyone." I picked up a rice ball and stuffed it in her mouth, gagging her. "Chew on that until you stop laughing, or the two of us will be visiting surgery, not reception." She ate it, her giggling subsiding, while I finished the few pieces still left on her stomach. I was glad that she was enjoying herself again after her painful recollection earlier. 

I licked the last few pieces of rice from my fingers and got up off the bed. "We should shower and clean up. We'll be landing in Tokyo soon." I held out a hand to Bianca and her eyes lit up as she took it. "It'll be late afternoon when we land, so we'll go to my place and get some rest. Then tomorrow morning we can go to the lab and I'll find out what was so urgent I had to drop everything and come halfway around the world to see it." 

I opened my eyes to a traditional Japanese painting adorning a paper wall. Yawning, I looked down at Bianca. She was snuggled up in the crook of my arm again, so I gently extricated myself from her, causing a moan of displeasure to escape from her lips. We had been met by a driver after we landed, who had taken us to my local penthouse apartment overlooking Tokyo. Jet lag and excessive fucking on the plane had worn the two of us out, so we had gone straight to bed and I had slept like the dead. 

I got up and pulled on a robe as I walked over to my laptop. Checking my email, I confirmed that Celeste had already arrived and arranged to meet me at the lab this morning. I returned to the bed and began to lightly tickle Bianca's sensitive waist. "Time to get up, love." Bianca didn't open her eyes, but she stifled a giggle as goosebumps spread across her ivory skin, brought on by my nails' light scratching. I reached down between her legs and smacked her pussy, causing her to inhale deeply and clutch her damaged sex, whimpering. "Still sore?" 

"It's always a constant throbbing pain, but when I move or, well, someone smacks it, it really hurts." A tear shed from her eye. 

I stroked her hair affectionately. "Do you regret letting me cut it off?" 

She shook her head. "I'd let you do it again in a heartbeat." 

I gave her a peck on the cheek. "I'll make us a quick breakfast. Just a bit of rice before we go." 

"Rice for breakfast?" 

"It's pretty common here. I'll get us something else later, when we have time. Get dressed and get ready to eat, I have an appointment soon and you're coming with me." 

She pouted. "But I'm wounded. Don't clitless girls get to sleep in?" 

"No, and neither do the ones that still have them. You've got two more minutes and then I'm getting my whip to flay you out of bed." 

Bianca made an undignified face, but while I cooked up some rice and miso soup, she made her way out of bed and into the shower. I was tempted to join her, but restrained myself. I didn't want to get sidetracked today, although the little minx made it difficult as she softly hummed to herself. I had been feeling like I was on cloud nine since she confessed to me. 

As I finished preparing the meal, she came into the kitchen, limping slightly as she walked and wearing some new clothes I had laid out for her. "How come you have clothes in my size?" 

I dished out her meal. "I had someone buy them yesterday and drop them off." 

"You say that so casually. You're very used to people doing what you tell them." 

I stepped behind her as she sat down, pushing her chair in behind her, then I reached around and pinching her sole nipple through her shirt, eliciting a gasp. "Yes, I like being in control. I like knowing that I could tell you to do anything, even cut your own tits off… and you'd do it, wouldn't you?" 

Bianca panted as I squeezed, enjoying my roughness. "Yes, I would." 

I let go of her nipple and stroked her head. "That makes you more precious to me than anyone." She looked delighted at my remark, and started on her meal. She finished it while I got dressed, and I stepped onto the elevator with her eagerly in tow as we left the apartment. 

The car pulled up to the building entrance and I opened the door. Squinting as the sun reflected off the glass in front of us, Bianca followed me out of the car before it drove off. Celeste was waiting, and stepped up to greet me with a handshake. "Ma'am, welcome back to Japan. Hope you had a nice flight." She raised a questioning eyebrow at Bianca. 

"Celeste, this is Bianca, someone I met in Italy. We've become very good friends." I left the unspoken words hang in the air. 

Celeste winked. "Say no more. It's a pleasure to meet you, Bianca." She held out her hand and Bianca shook it, then she turned back to me. "Hirimoto has asked me to escort you to his department." She gestured to the Japanese girl she was with. "This is Himiko Saeki, one of Hirimoto's lab assistants. I've asked her what he wants to show you, but she says she has no idea. Apparently he's not the most forthcoming person even with his own staff. He's had them relegated to unrelated projects since his email." 

Himiko bowed and gave me a shy Japanese greeting. My eyes flicked impulsively to her chest, just for a second. Her breasts were unusually large for a Japanese girl. I started to imagine what they looked like naked, and then stopped. I didn't like to let myself get too careless around staff unless I paid them for discretion. I didn't want any legal complications. Fortunately she didn't notice as she was already leading us into the building. I followed, with Celeste alongside and Bianca continuing to silently trail behind me, managing to do a superb job of walking normally. 

Celeste's finger hovered over the top button as we stepped onto the elevator. "Did you want to stop by your office first?" 

"No, take me straight to Hirimoto's lab. I've had enough of this cloak and dagger bullshit. I don't like being out of the loop." She nodded and hit one of the upper buttons. "Can you have someone take Bianca to my office, though?" 

Bianca looked at me questioningly. "You don't want me with you?" 

"Just while I meet Hirimoto." I replied, "I'll come and see you there afterwards." 

Celeste cleared her throat. "If you like, ma'am, I could have Himiko-san give her a tour of the facilities. That would be more interesting than sitting alone in an office."

I saw the curious look on Bianca's face. "Fine. Himiko-san, please show her around anywhere that isn't high security. I'll have Celeste come and find you both when I'm done." Himiko bowed gracefully, accepting my instructions, and my eyes were drawn to her cleavage again. I checked myself as the elevator dinged for my floor and Celeste and I stepped off, leaving Bianca and Himiko behind as the door closed. 

Following Celeste into the lab, I saw Hirimoto working at a computer, a tiny, wizened old man surrounded by various pieces of complex-looking robotics equipment. "Kenta!" I familiarly called him by his first name. He never seemed to mind. "What the fuck am I doing here?" I gave him a half-hearted glare. "You'd better have something good to show me." 

He looked up at me and gave me a grin as wide as his head. "Good morning, Annabel-san. Good to see you! It is up to you whether it is good or bad. Our research has had a result I could never have predicted." He paused, looking at Celeste with a frown, and I gave her a nod indicating she could go. Having a seat by his workstation, he brought up a diagram of a nanite once we were alone. "These machines, very simple devices. They are small enough to be injected into a human body, but as a result they have no moving parts, all we've managed to get them to do is talk to each other." 

I sighed, distractedly picking up a pen from the table. "I know this much. I was hoping you'd called me here to tell me we'd gotten past this stage." 

He shook his head. "We're working on it, but we're at least three years from even getting them to connect two pieces of cut tissue together, let alone replacing damaged cells. Maybe if we had access to some of our competitors' research we could cut down the time, but…" He scowled. "You are letting me get sidetracked. This has nothing to do with the complexity of the machines, Annabel-san. They network, which allows them to coordinate where they need to go, what they need to do. They are also designed to be able to receive and transmit electrical signals from a spot on their hull, to allow multiple nanites to form together and communicate, like plugging an electronic device into a computer port." He pointed to the diagram, but he didn't need to. It didn't look very different to the ones I'd already seen and studied. I waiting for him to get to his point. "I discovered something quite by accident last week. The machines can latch on to tissue, we designed them to do this in order to be able to repair it in future. But when some attached to a brain, the conductive component began to intercept the electrical signals running through it." 

I sat there in silence for a moment, twirling the pen and trying to understand what he was saying. "so… what? You detected brain activity with them? Like an MRI?" 

He shook his head. "More than just an MRI. Enough nanites and I was able to map every electrical signal the test brain put out. I had it send the information across the nanite network into the computer. Every thought it processed." 

I stopped and looked at him. "Are you telling me these things can read minds?" 

He frowned, waving his hands in a vague gesture. "That is not exactly true. The data they get is untranslatable, gibberish. We don't know exactly what each signal in a brain means, so we can't translate it into machine code." He smiled. "But then I thought about the scribes of past times. Many of them were illiterate, you know. But they faithfully reproduced many great works, despite not having an inkling of what they contained. I thought to myself, 'What if we had something to translate at the other end? Something that could speak the language of a brain? That the nanites could transmit the signal to wirelessly and convert the data back into information identical to the original.'" I watched him as he sat there, a glimmer of pure joy sparkling in his eyes. "Another brain, of course. The nanites are a bridge! They don't need to translate anything to show up as words on a computer screen. They just read the message at one end, and then write it down at the other, exactly the same as it was!" 

"You're talking about computer assisted telepathy?" I simply stared at him incredulously for a moment. "This sounds like science fiction."