Cassie plunged herself in the middle of Sylvie’s bed, looking up at her sister, who was perched on top of the bed banister, the French grammar book in her hands.

‘Why doesn’t she listen? I’m old enough to make these decisions. It’s my body and I know I need this. Can’t you talk with her again? Please!’

‘You’re thirteen. Mom only told you to wait till you’re my age, when they cut me.’

Sylvie tried to continue with her French cramming.

‘I don’t want to wait another two years. It’s not fair. Come on, she listens to you, since she thinks that you’re a good girl now. Going off to do missionary’s work with Dad’s church in Africa. Being chaste.’

Agnes’ mocking voice got a hint of desperation and malice.

‘If she only knew that you wanted this old brass bed because it has this nice big shiny ball in the middle, which is now stuck up your asshole. And that the old bed collapsed, because you wanted to try your new pussy with über-jock Larry.’

Agnes was on a run, nothing could stop her jealousy now.

‘And that you want to go to West Africa, so you can see how they cut young girls’ clits off. Not to fight against it, as you’re supposed to do. Hence your sudden interest in French ...’

‘Are you trying to blackmail me, you ugly little dork?’

Sylvie’s icy stare and the fact that she had banged her schoolbook right in the middle between Cassie’s legs stopped her in mid-sentence. On top the reference to her former self always took the fight out of Cassie. With quivering lips she turned around, buried her face into Sylvie’s pillow and started sobbing, banging her hands on the sheet.

‘Cassie, come here.’

Sylvie’s soothing voice and her foot stroking Cassie’s calf brought her snivelling to her knees, crawling to cling to Sylvie’s flowery dress, her new Hippie chick exterior, which fit so nicely to the double bound golden chain on her ankle and the strange leather amulet around her neck, showing a pendant with a surprising resemblance to the Golden Vlies.

‘I so need it, I so want to look like you, Sylvie. Please, show it to me.’

Cassie’s mumbled pleading had Sylvie lift her skirt to show her sex, bulging open from the huge ball in her ass, her swollen G spot visible, her pee hole slowly secreting drops of squirt juice, her hole ringed with white froth. Cassie’s brace free smile lit her face, not a pimple in sight, her specs replaced with contacts, her brown fringe accenting her brown eyes and the three sexy freckles on her nose. Puberty had hit her early, but also passed like a summer gale to leave behind an utterly adorable young woman.

‘Gee, how long are you perched on that thing. You will destroy your asshole, if you keep on doing that, and you will have to wear a nappy for the rest of your life.’

‘On the contrary: I’m training my muscles and will be able to milk off any man with just my ass hole.’

‘You wish. Last time you showed me, you couldn’t even close it properly anymore.’

Cassie had started to caress the empty crease down to the pee hole, Sylvie jerking every time Cassie’s little finger played at this delicate place.

‘I so love this view. So clean, so proper …’

Between moans Sylvie managed to utter, ’Ok, I promise I speak with Aunt Agnes. Mom and Dad are at this bible conference over the weekend, perhaps I can convince her to do it then without Mom’s consent. But please lick my pee hole now.’

Cassie’s first licks had her shaking in seconds.

‘Don’t pee in my mouth again.’

‘I told you that wasn’t pee, it just tasted funky from all the meat the day before.’

Sylvie was barely able to finish the sentence as the first convulsions hid, each wave a moan, a shriek, a sob, Cassie clinging to her waist to prevent her to collapse from the banister, her mouth never leaving her pulsing G spot, audibly gulping, one time, two times, …Cassie struggled to lift her half-conscious sister from the banister, the brass ball leaving her ass with a plop, her pussy belching another load of juice, with Sylvie finally coming to rest on top of her, snuggling into her neck, murmuring little nothings of gratitude.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, Cassie. One can’t see anything. You have the perfect ‘innie’.’

Mandy was standing behind her, her hands covering Cassie’s boobs, both staring at Cassie’s freshly shaven pubes in the big hall mirror, which showed a scene of destruction leading from the girls’ bathroom to the hall: shaving foam, towels, water, pubic hair …Sylvie stood next to them, pensively twirling the pearls she had braided into her blond wild curly mane.

‘What did your mother say?’

‘I didn’t even try to speak to her. Since my father left her, you can’t talk with her anymore. She spends hours in the cellar building this machine with Uncle Bernie.’

‘You mean our Uncle Bernie, Dad’s best friend?’

‘But I can feel it.’

Cassie wasn’t even listening to her sister’s and her cousin’s ramblings.

‘I feel it’s there and it tingles and it calls me to touch it.’

She was talking herself into a fit again.

‘And I simply don’t understand, what’s wrong with your boobs either. They are spilling over my hands already, more then I could have said about mine at your age. Ok, you’re legs are still all gangly, but otherwise you easily go for sixteen.’

Mandy was trying to get Cassie’s mind off her pussy.

‘But Uncle Bernie is supposed to be building the annex to Dad’s church. What’s he doing in Aunt Agnes’ Cellar?’

Sylvie was talking more to herself than to the other two teenagers in front of the mirror.

‘And you see? I only talk about my clit and my nipples get hard. That’s not normal. You have to help me, Mandy!’

Cassie was relentless.

‘Ok you two, you drive me potty with your cross talk. It’s like my roommate, she always tries to tell me the latest rumours, about which first year nurse fucks which doctor, while I’m trying to listen to Professor Brody's attempts to teach us stitching methods.’

‘Sorry.’

The two sisters used their sweetest voices, while kissing their cousin’s pale cheeks. Mandy had her mothers’ pixie features combined with long black hair, which already at nineteen years of age gave her the air of a fairy witch, her black eyes now glowing with faked anger.

‘Off you go to Cassie’s bed and your questions will be answered.’

The two girls giggled their way to Cassie’s room, the situation reminding them of the many naughty games they had played as kids, often with Mandy in the lead as the oldest. The fact that Mandy, having come straight from nursing college to visit their cousins, was till wearing her uniform added to the thrill running down their spines. Kneeling on Cassie’s bed they looked up at their cousin, who regarded them haughtily.

‘So, ask your questions.’

They had played this game as kids and the answers always had a high price.

‘What’s this story with Uncle Bernie and your Mom?’

Sylvie was faster this time.

‘What are you offering?’

‘I’ll lick your pussy … for one hour.’

‘I warn you, I just come from one long day in the hospital.’

One could see that Sylvie had second thoughts about licking such a dirty pussy, but curiosity got the better of her and she nodded, her puppy look signalling resigned agreement.

‘What’s your offer, Cassie?’

‘I’ll …I’ll clean your toes with my tongue.’

There was one thing that Cassie really hated and that was the smell of unwashed feet. Sylvie and she had big rows in the past, but somehow the biggest always happened, when Sylvie left her stinking sneakers in Cassie’s room. So both girls looked at her in utter amazement. This reeked of desperation.

‘What’s your question, Cassie?’

Two pink spots started to form on Mandy’s normally pale cheeks, a sure sign that the feeling of power she always so relished in playing this game had just given her the first kick of adrenalin and a wet gusset.

‘Will you cut my clit, Mandy?’

Just a whisper, her eyes averted.

‘Mhm, you are aware that it could be that you don’t like the answer? Are you sure that you would like to lick my sweaty, stinky feet for that?’

Mandy’s face was inches from Cassie’s, who only fractionally hesitated before nodding.

‘And you are aware that this is a mighty big question, and licking my feet may not be enough?’

Cassie’s big eyes said it all: she was ready for everything.

‘Well, I offer you a deal: While I answer Sylvie’s question, you first lick my asshole and when that’s all shiny, I allow you to suck my toes for your answer.’

If Cassie hated something more then stinky feet, it was the smell of poop. There didn’t even have to be a whiff, the idea of a fart already freaked her out. Sometimes it was enough to look at this shiny brass ball on Sylvie’s bed and to know, where it had been, that a retching feeling started in the back of her throat.

‘Ok.’

Cassie’s meek answer took everyone, most of all herself, by surprise. Mandy had to use all her willpower not to think of the fact that cleaning after her morning poop today had been a rather hurried affair and that this burning feeling was a sure hint that playing with her butt plug yesterday had re-inflamed her haemorrhoids. Otherwise the look of disgust on Cassie’s face, the single tear running down her cheek, the first tentative touch of the tip of her tongue would have pushed her over the edge into a full blown orgasm. No wonder that her voice was a notch higher than usual, when she started answering Sylvie’s question.

‘Uncle Bernie: Don’t tell me you never knew that he does more stuff than just build and repair houses.’

‘Well, I’ve seen that he knows how to fix a car …’

‘Yeah, yeah … but I mean really building new things.’

Sylvie’s shaking head was answer enough. Mandy had to stifle a moan. Cassie seemed to have forgotten her revolt and was bathing her asshole in saliva, her whole crotch saturated with wetness and smelling like a brothel.

‘Your guillotine clamp, which you use now as a mobile hanging from your ceiling: his construction. The tile cutting machine, which they use for roofing your Dad’s church at the moment: his construction. The strange thing they are building in my mother’s cellar: his construction.’

‘But what is it? And how does he get the parts?’

‘I have no idea, but I think he knows people. A friend of his brother builds car robots, for example.’

Mandy looked worried now.

‘I once sneaked down to the cellar and that thing scares me. If my suspicion is correct, it’s a nullifying machine.’

‘A nullifying machine?’

Cassie’s shiny face appeared between Mandy’s perky ass cheeks just in time to prevent the breaking of her nose as Mandy sat down next to Sylvie, leaving a slimy trail on Cassie’s bed, dirty knickers hanging on her knees.

‘It looks like a robot, but you sit in it and it has these arms with laser outlets, which point inward.’

Sylvie never had much of a mechanical imagination.

‘But what does it do?’

‘Nullify. You know, when they cut everything off, and you look like a breastless Barbie afterwards.’

Cassie instinctively covered her boobs as if to protect them.

‘Iiihhh.’

‘Even inside.’

‘You mean a hysterectomy?’

Sylvie looked shocked.

‘What do I know? I’m only sure that my Ma lost it, since my Dad left. Actually since she found out that Wendy fucks him.’

‘Now I get it, Mom kept on rambling about Agnes and Wendy and how best friends could end up that way, but she refused to tell us anything.’

‘Probably it’s better that way.’

Mandy had lain down, her legs tangling over the edge of the bed, pensively looking at the ceiling. Sylvie’s and Cassie’s eyes met, a smile.

‘No, it’s not.’

Their tickle attack was very efficient and they had Mandy in paroxysms in seconds, the final straw a two finger pronged attack to Mandy’s pussy.

‘Ok ok ok, truce.’

Mandy’s tremors subsided as soon as Sylvie’s whitish fingers left her. The girls looked at her expectantly, Sylvie sucking her creamy digits like a lolly pop.

‘They knew each other from nursing academy, best friends, her maid of honour. When Wendy quit her job at the hospital, Ma took her in as the second nurse in Dad’s practice. These two practically ran the office; Dad was just the guy in the white coat playing doctor, if you ask me.’

The girls giggled.

‘And then she must have found out, that Wendy and Dad had fucked for years, probably even before their marriage. Perhaps she set it up, perhaps she just snapped, but after one of their girls’ weekends in Granddad’s chalet, they didn’t come back, so Dad asked me to check on them as he was off to this medical conference and I was home for the holidays.’

Mandy sat up, pulling her knees to her chest, swallowing hard.

‘It wasn’t a pretty sight, when I opened the door to the little cabin. It looked like a battlefield and it smelled like a slaughterhouse. The furniture was thrown around, there was blood, pieces of flesh, even some cooked, half eaten, lying on plates, bloody ropes and knives between pink tinged pieces of cloth, but no Ma or Wendy. I became frantic, running back to the car, trying to reach the police, but there is never any mobile connection up there. So I went back. That’s when I found them: Lying in the master bedroom in the company of three empty bottles of whiskey, my Ma cradling Wendy in her arms, both naked.’

Mandy sighed.

‘And Wendy …’

A choked sob, Sylvie reached for her.

‘Everything gone. Her breasts … gone, just two charred red spots on her chest. And nothing there anymore, between her legs, just this one red line, sewn shut. I then saw that there still was a small hole and a catheter coming out of it. I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there looking at these two. Frightened, disgusted and … incredibly horny.’

The two girls’ calming strokes spurred her on.

‘Suddenly my Ma opened her eyes … and smiled at me. A smile of triumph, resignation, satisfaction and sadness, a smile asking for forgiveness and understanding, a smile full of pain and mystery, while she looked lovingly down at sleeping Wendy and kissed her forehead. “Let’s clean up, Ma”, was the only answer I could think of. And we cleaned. I think Ma even cleaned some of the meat as a morning snack. Till we heard this whimpering sound coming from the bedroom. When I turned, there she stood, Wendy, in a white loose night gown, her eyes hollow, full of terror but defiant, walking stiff as a board. “Hi, Mandy, I’ll sit on the porch, while you two go shopping.” ”You’re staying?” Addressing Ma, who looked smiling at the closing door. I couldn’t believe this. “We stay up here till your father comes back from the conference. I’ll ask Dr. Jerryl to take our patients for the time being. Would you mind caring for Billy and Lucy?” I could only nod.’

‘But what had happened?’

Cassie’s voice had a raspy quality, coming from Mandy’s knees, where she had laid her head, her mouth drooling in concentration.

‘She never told me clearly. While we were driving down to the little convenience store, she talked about how much she loved our father, how much she loved Wendy and that as an adult one sometimes has to make painful decisions and pay for the consequences of one’s deeds. I didn’t understand a word, but when Dad came home a week later they had this big row and I could make out some of it. Basically when they had arrived at the chalet, Ma confronted Wendy and from simply shouting at each other it developed into a real cat fight. Later I remembered that Ma was actually black and blue and had scratches all over and I think even a faint shiner, when I saw her lying there with Wendy, but in my confusion it didn’t even register. Ma must have won the fight and Wendy broke down, saying that she couldn’t live without Dad and that she would give everything to stay together with him. “So I took everything.” That’s what Ma screamed at Dad. “And it took a very long time.” I still shudder just thinking about it.’

‘God.’

The two other girls shook themselves in sympathy.

‘Imagine, she used kitchen knives and probably stuffing needles and kitchen twine, and she had a whole weekend to cut one little piece at a time, slowly sawing, with Wendy screaming and pleading for mercy. Using a simple household iron to cauterize in between to prevent too much blood loss. And giving Wendy the option between stealing her husband or this loss and excruciating pain. And Wendy being forced to choose again and again between her love and her clit, her love and her nipples, her love and her small lips and her …’

Cassie’s morbid fantasy had taken over. She was humping Mandy’s leg and talking herself into a frenzy with Sylvie and Mandy looking on in disbelieve.

‘Ok, young lady, someone was supposed to suck my stinky toes.’

One of Mandy’s early lessons as a nurse was how to ground freaky patients and sticking her nurse’s half boots into Cassie’s face was a method as good as any.

‘As you order, Miss.’

Cassie’s mutation from torture house reporter to slave-in-waiting happened in seconds as her overwrought imagination reigned itself in.

‘And you know, the craziest thing was, when my father finally left, Wendy came with her car to pick him up. At first I didn’t recognize her. Her hair was cut, she was wearing jeans and a T shirt, she looked like a handsome man, like a younger version of my Dad, even her voice sounded somehow deeper. And she smiled the sunniest smile you can imagine. She went up to Ma and kissed her right on the lips, there on the porch for everyone to see. And Ma smiled back with tears running down her face and said, “Take good care of him. I love you both so much.” And since then she keeps on tinkering in her cellar.’

Cassie had finally managed to lift the boots from Mandy’s feet, the look of nausea on her face fulfilling Mandy’s cruellest fantasies. She wriggled her toes, saturating the air with her cheesy aroma. Even Sylvie started to cringe her nose.

‘Don’t even think about vomiting on my feet.’

Although heaving with barely controlled retching, Cassie managed to remove Wendy’s socks with her teeth.

‘Now start with my big toe and I want you to suck it like the best cock sucker of the world, while I explain to you the problems I see with cutting your clit.’

Sylvie enjoyed seeing her much too clever sister put down a notch or two. Her hand had sneaked under the wide dress. Since loosing her clit just sticking a finger up her hole was her favourite comfort gesture, the palm of her hand resting on the empty cleft.

‘First of all you’re only thirteen. Secondly your Mom is against it. Thirdly if my Ma finds out that I did a cutting without her knowing, she is going to use that machine on me and I’ll never take over her practice. Fourthly if anyone else finds out, I can say good bye to nursing. Fifthly I don’t like you. Sixthly …don’t even think of stopping. … Cassie?’

It had started with one or two trickles of salty water and now there was a torrent. Cassie’s mouth hadn’t left Mandy’s toe but instead of sucking she was sobbing around it.

‘Hey hey, come here pumpkin, hey I was joking, I do like you, ok? But …’

Mandy lifted her up as Cassie’s sobs turned into hiccups, Sylvie stroking Cassie’s hair, having forgotten that her hand had just been at a sticky place.

‘It’s so not fair. There are thousand of girls, who are afraid of being cut and fight against it and I want it and no one helps me.’

Her wailing was heart breaking.

‘There are certainly no fighting girls in our house. Ma doesn’t do any forced cuttings, and I wouldn’t do either. I mean subtle persuasion is something else, but …’

Sylvie wasn’t amused by Mandy’s attempt at trying to talk her way out of it.

‘That’s not gonna help her, does it?’

Mandy sighed. She knew it the moment she entered the house that her two cousins would force her into a quandary.

‘Ok, show me again that little trouble maker of yours:’

Still snivelling, her eyes full of wet hope, Cassie turned around kneeling on the bed and opened her outer lips to show her delicate flower.

‘What shall I cut? There is nothing there. Just these small lips at the top, which end in a tiny knob. No hood, no flaps. I wouldn’t even know where to fix a clamp to.’

Mandy still tried to discourage her. But Sylvie was no help.

‘Believe me. This little devil can grow to the size of my pinkie finger.’

Another sigh of resignation, family duty forming a crease on her pretty forehead.

‘Then we better take care of it as long as it’s small like that.’

‘Yes!’

Cassie’s triumphant shriek was accompanied by her jumping up and down.

‘What do you need? Shall we use a plastic cover? Do you want extra light? I can move the lamp and …’

‘Hey hey, calm down. You stay on your bed and look at your precious love button for the last time, while Sylvie and I set everything up.’

Sylvie was holding her and looked over Cassie’s shoulders down to Mandy, who was sitting between Cassie’s bend up legs, the pair of nail scissors and Cassie’s pussy bathed in the strong neon light of Cassie’s table lamp.

‘Ok, that’s the only thing we found, which is sharp enough. Now listen girl, I will only clip you and take the top of this puny little thing. And then let’s see in some months if you want more gone, ok?’

Cassie looked at the scissors closing slowly around the tip of her clit, hyperventilating, her eyes big as wheels. Mandy looked up at her as she was testing a first tentative squeeze, when she saw Cassie’s eyes turn into her head. No time to react. The legs banging into her head, the blood spurting into her face, the flailing arms pulling her hair was one instant before she fell back to the floor shouting, ‘Hold her, hold her …’

Although half unconscious herself from Cassie’s head hitting her temple Sylvie nevertheless managed to get Cassie’s arms under control and hold her bucking hips to the bed with her legs. Cassie’s gurgling sounds were punctuated by Sylvie’s terror stricken voice.

‘She’s swallowing her tongue, she’s suffocating, she’s …’

Mandy was frantically rolling up one of the smaller towels, jumped on the bed.

‘If at all, she’s biting her tongue …’

Mandy stroked Cassie’s rigid, crunched up, vibrating face, bending to her ear.

‘Cassie, try to open your mouth, come on Cassie, I know, you can do that.’

It must have been an act of absolute willpower that her jaws slowly started to open, to emit a wailing, keening noise, ending in a scream, which luckily was already muffled by the cloth stuffed into her mouth, and in another round of convulsions. Using this occasion Mandy managed to prise apart her knees to give Sylvie a chance to block them.

‘I knew it, I knew it, I never should have agreed to that …Shit, that’s fucked up.’

Sylvie tried to focus her eyes at the bloody mess between Cassie’s legs, where cursing Mandy slowly tried to remove the scissors, which looked like being stuck straight into Cassie’s clit.

‘God, what shall we do?’

Sylvie’s tearful breakdown was just a second away.

‘I know what to do. I’ll have to remove everything now, to remove the tears in her lips. With that hole in the middle down to its root, her clit is gone anyway. And then we have to stop the bleeding.

Mandy’s monologue calmed Sylvie down and she increased her grip on Cassie, while Mandy started cutting. Cassie’s moans came in gusts, each accompanied by a ripple through her body. When Mandy looked Sylvie in the eyes, she knew what to expect and the snip and the scream didn’t take her by surprise, though it took her last strength to prevent Cassie jumping off the bed.

‘Incredible she still could feel that, mhm look at that pulsing pussy.’

Mandy was talking to herself again, while trying to clean the area, with blood, however, still seeping from the wounds, especially from the place, where Cassie’s clit just moments ago still connected with its root.

‘I should have known that a clit, which grows so much, has a big blood supply. Ok, press this gauze here? I’ll be back in a second.’

Sylvie was left alone with a shaking Cassie, nearly dislocating her shoulder, while trying to press the gauze at the top of Cassie’s pussy.

‘Please rub it.’

Sylvie couldn’t believe her ears. Cassie must have lost her gag and sobbing into her neck had asked her to rub her wound?

‘Please I want to feel it gone.’

Sylvie pressed down. Cassie grunted. Sylvie moved it slowly up and down.

‘God, that hurts. Don’t stop, don’t stop.’

Cassie was sobbing loudly now.

‘It’s really gone, just this burning …’

‘What are you doing?’

Mandy had come back carrying a knife, glowing red. Sylvie looked ashamed.

‘She asked me to rub it … to feel the pain? I don’t know.’

‘Well, if pain she wants, pain she gets. Cassie, open your mouth!’

‘What …’

Before Cassie could react properly the gag was back in her mouth and Mandy was sitting on her belly in reverse, the searing heat first scorching the edge of her former lips, then pressing a flaming arrow at the top of Cassie’s pussy, closing the centre of her pleasure forever. A silence of incredulousness was followed by a piercing scream, which crested in a silence of unconsciousness. While Sylvie was worryingly calling out to Cassie, Mandy looked at her work. The bleeding had stopped. Cassie was sitting in a puddle of blood, water and pee, which had spurted out, when the rest of her clit had melted in the heat of the knife. Cassie would carry the rest of her life this red sign pointing down that seamless strip of flesh to her hole. Nice touch. Mandy turned around, checking on Cassie, calming Sylvie.

‘She’s ok. Let her sleep.’

Sylvie looked at Mandy with the eyes of a plane crash survivor. This dishevelled looking, blood specked cousin of a nurse had saved her sister from certain death.

‘Let’s clean up.’

Pragmatic Mandy changed into fairy witch Mandy with a flick of her long black mane and a malicious grin.

‘On the other hand … someone promised me one hour of pussy licking.’