"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. 

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-enrol 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… Bianca 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. 

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, Crisitana 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 Bianca, 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?