‘I don’t have any.’

‘Well, figuratively speaking. And with you, you could even wear it, because you look smooth, but think of Susie and her long lips.’

Alex still couldn’t say it. ‘Cut’ was the word, not ‘smooth’. A jump had opened Cassie’s normally closed lips sufficiently to reveal the secret of her emptiness, when recently playing pink bottoms in the locker room after practice. Alex wasn’t sure, how to react, being fascinated and repelled at the same time.

Cassie had fought hard to be part of the school’s cheerleading squad. It was the final triumph over her former nerdiness. As the boys had one vote it had meant to fuck the whole football team – twice. That wasn’t a problem because, although since her cutting she couldn’t have orgasms any more, she was constantly wet and randy. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch, so she tried scratching it and if it meant, fucking a whole football team for hours.

Professor Nhi, the teacher in charge of cheerleading, wasn’t a problem either. As a closet lesbian the Vietnamese woman was easily cajoled into a situation, where Cassie’s tongue could do the walking, the training with her sister Sylvie proofing to be of great help.

Alex, Susie and Tina, the three cheerleading seniors, however, were a more difficult nut to crack. Alex, the snotty rich girl with the status inheritance complex, after all her mother had been squad captain as well, was as ambitious as beautiful with her straight, long blond hair, her upturned nose and her long legs, which reached from the school yard to eternity. She prided herself of being a virgin, after all this was a religious school, but everyone knew that she gave blowjobs to Greg, the football captain. Susie was Alex’s pretty poodle, her trailer trash attitude barely concealed by her I-wanna-be-rich,-what-do-I-have-to-do demeanor, her curly blond hair as fake as her boobs, which were rumored to have been financed by a sweet uncle’s take in one of the reservation casinos. And then there was the mocha tough girl, Tina, black hair slicked to her round jocund face, which could as easily put to shame any klieg lights with her pearly whites as put the fear of God into the biggest gangsta with her scowl. She was sturdy enough to play the bottom to any stunt and still lithe like a spring as soon as the music hit and her booty started to dance on its own.

Cassie did her research. She hadn’t been a geek for nothing. A little virtual break in into the school files, checking out parent’s bank accounts, access to the town’s hospital and there it was: a little treasure drove of blackmail material. But no, blackmailing? Never. Just … hinting. So Alex’s story of her parents break up and her subsequent medication with Prozac became ‘You wouldn’t know how to get hold of that stuff that really makes you happy, would you?’ Susie earning her boobs actually herself became ‘Need some money, you couldn’t tell me someone, who knows how to do tricks, could you?’ Tina’s little tryst with her best friend in Junior High’s toilet became ‘Wanna go on a date? Mary told me you know how to make a girl all wiggly inside.’ No wonder she got five out of five votes. Alex revenge was to make her squad cashier and so here she was.

‘No. I mean these things are crazy, it’s like being naked. How much were they?’

‘Well, the models you all chose in the catalogue would have been much too expensive, so after some haggling the sales lady proposed a bargain. I get off her hands some old swim suits, which basically had the same cut and similar colors like the tricots you wanted, but as swim suits just a different material, and I would fork over about all the money we had and no guarantee, no exchange.’

‘Swim suits.’

Alex had a way of showing her disregard by treating people like demented. The look on her face told Cassie that she regarded her at the moment far beyond demented, lunatic didn’t even come close, stark raving mad was an option.

‘All the money gone and we are stuck with … swim suits?’

Her voice had this slight tinge of hysteria, which normally was a clear sign that her remarkable nails craved for some innocent victim. The last girl, who came too close to Greg, still nursed five painful holes in each of her boobies, which served as handlebars for banging her against the lockers.

‘We could cut Susie’s lips, then they won’t show.’

It normally helped, if you confounded her by acting the way she regarded you anyway.

‘Cutting Susie’s lips? Cutting Sus …’

Ok, this didn’t look good. Alex was about to go mental, so put on your seatbelts.

‘Are you out of your fucking mind. Not that I wouldn’t find pleasure cutting off something or anything for that matter from this conniving bitch …’

Uhuh, so far for friendship.

‘… but cutting off her labia, because you fucked up and bought the wrong suits? What’s next? Cutting off her clit? Just because you’re castrated means everyone around you has to end up the same way?

Here, she had said it: castrated was the word. Alex pointed at Sylvie’s crotch.

‘And what’s that?’

‘Ooops, a wet spot.’

‘Exactly. That’s an ultra performance swim suit. Doesn’t have a gusset, doesn’t need one, because it’s only worn for very short time during the competition. Contrary to us. How’d you solve that? Sewing us shut?’

‘That’s actually a good idea.’

Cassie was unfazed by Alex’s sarcasm.

‘Well, we would have to make it reversible, but I could ask Mandy, how to …’

Alex’s scream brought Lucy down the stairs. With her mother Agnes having joined the Skoptsy and her brother Billy having moved in with his father and his new wife Wendy, her sister Mandy tried to take care of her. But working at her father’s practice and running her own special services meant that Lucy more often than not spend time at her cousin’s place.

‘What’s with her?’

Here she stood: 8 year old wise crack beauty, hands on her hips, her big blue eyes mustering critically tantrum Barbie, who was just stopped in time before a second scream.

‘I think she’s just afraid to have a little modification on her pussy, a little sacrifice for her career.’

‘Well, I know, some people don’t have it in them. That little extra oomph, which makes the difference between mediocre and true greatness.’

God, does one learn these phrases in kindergarten?

‘Gee, these suits are beautiful.’

She had started to rummage through the pile of suits. Pointing at Cassie, ‘That’s one of them?’

‘Yeah, cool, isn’t it.’

Alex couldn’t listen anymore. After an initial moment of open mouthed perplexity about the gall of this curly black haired little devil, despair had taken hold and she sat down on the couch her shaking head in her hands. Susie had kissed Greg … on the cheek, but still … she should have asked for permission. And now this!

‘… nah, doesn’t work either. The scotch covers the peak, but it still produces a hump, so I’m afraid they have to go too.’

Now even Cassie looked worried.

‘You wanna cut off my nipples?’

Nodding Lucy’s little face radiated unmitigated glee. She so enjoyed being there, when Mandy performed one of her operations. The shriek startled her. It seemed Alex had re-found her voice.

‘You’re the craziest, scariest, dumbest family I’ve ever seen. You’re off the team, Cassie and be happy that I don’t have social services run a check on this place.’

‘Ok everyone, please gather around.’

Eight sweaty girls huffed their way to Professor Nhi.

‘Congratulations. We’re nearly there, still some little slips, but otherwise I think we can give it a good shot. Not that I want to get your hopes up, as you know this school never managed to get into the state championship, well with the exception when Alex’s Ma was captain, but taking part is more important than actually winning, isn’t it girls?’

Professor Nhi probably didn’t have a career as a motivational speaker in front of her.

‘By the way good choreography, Alex. Had some moments of greatness. Good stunt too. You’re a good thrower, Tina. And Maria, perfect landing, going straight into splits, impressive.’

The tiny Latina girl smiled like she had just encountered her holy namesake.

‘Cassie, thanks for organizing these suits. Wonderful idea to go for rainbow colors instead of having the same color everyone. They are also tight fitting, so no unseemly jiggling of any body part. But …’

There was always a ‘but’ with Professor Nhi. This ‘but’ however they dreaded especially.

‘… I asked Harry to set up the cameras. As you know, the look from the stand is one thing but with all the cameras projecting to the huge screens it’s really important that also every zoomed in shot shows perfection. Now have a look.’

The girls gasped, when the first panning shot introduced Tina’s very visible inner lips and enormous clit hood to the public. Wait a moment! One could even see her clit protruding, she must have been mighty excited by Ivana’s sexy behind dancing in front of her, the big wet spot in her crotch being the second manifest to her arousal. Susie’s beautiful butterfly wasn’t far behind with Ivana’s little twirl third in the competition of who had the most obvious ‘outie’. Let’s not forget Maria, no lips there, but a prominent knob on top. Cassie, Alex, Mi Ling, the Chinese beauty, and Caroline, her long black hair, slanted eyes and brown complexion revealing her partly Lakota ancestry, had no problems in that department. Oh no! One could see it only for a short moment, but Cassie’s and Alex’s eyes met in agreement: There was a reason Caroline was always shy around them. The material of the suit having perfectly outlined her pouch, there was no doubt that she was cut, her sex empty except for that perfectly visible little node at the top of her pussy. Harry’s goofy smile and the obvious tent in his shorts showed the full extent of appreciation future audiences might have for this kind of show.

But there were bigger fish to fry: Except for one of Ivana’s nipples, which was inverted there they stood: fifteen proud little tin soldiers for everyone to see. Fifteen? Thirteen. What happened with Cassie’s nipples? Alex looked confused at her nemesis. It had taken Cassie only two or three words with Susie and Tina and the squad’s rebellion had forced Alex to budge and reinstall her grudgingly. And now this! It couldn’t be that she was already one step ahead. Alex looked again at the screen and shook her head. It wasn’t only the nipples, the visible clits or inner lips, it was their whole sexes, which were so clearly outlined that they basically shouted: ‘Fuck me:’ To fit into these suits in a for the preselecting jury acceptable way they would have to look like Barbie dolls. Female, but sexless.

‘… wouldn’t know, what advise to give.’

She had missed some of Professor Nhi’s surely comforting and wise words.

‘I understand that the old suits are no option?’

‘We phoned everyone, even out of state to some older alumni. No luck. With repairs we could produce three decent old suits among us.’

Susie had been the head of this operation, with her seamstress mother doing her best to salvage at least these three.

‘We also checked all possible sponsors to raise more money, but the football team beat us to it and all our money which we earned over summer is in these tricots.’

It was obvious that with her fidgety demeanor Cassie had problems talking and her suit looked like she had peed herself.

‘Well, you know we could always limit ourselves to support our football team, there the cameras are less obtrusive, and forget about the championship, think about it.’

‘No way. This fucking cunt. “Forget the championship.” Did you hear what she said: “good choreography, moment of greatness”? Greatness, her ass. That’s the best cheerleading routine this school has ever seen. Ever, you hear me, ever.’

Alex was livid, her competition with her own mother psychopathological evident. After all Alex blamed her for the break up with Alex’s beloved father, whom she now only saw twice a year. It was this little bit of information as well as the warning that therefore Alex might go freaky on them that had secured Cassie’s reinstatement into the group. It helped that Alex confirmed her unhinged state of mind with a rather strange prep talk, where she informed them that it might be necessary to adapt to the suits.

‘Now who is in?’

Warned by the prep talk, they still looked confused.

‘What you mean, Alex?’

Maria’s sweet naïve way of asking stupid questions always deflated Alex’s pushy character, but not today.

‘This.’

In one movement Alex swept down Cassie’s suit to her navel. The girls held their breath. Two little stumps were all that was left of Cassie’s proud nipples, the white binding thread still clinging to them, the top of the stumps looking raw, a scab starting to form. Susie and Tina looked confused. Why did Cassie warn them, if she herself was ready to go for it? Cassie looked at them sheepishly.

‘I couldn’t resist. After Mandy explained to me that feeding a baby was still possible, I had a go over the weekend. When you bind them really strong, they are dead after a day and you can cut them off nearly painlessly. Well, there was enough pain to give me one hell of an orgasm. The first one, since my cutting.’

Here, it was said officially. They had never talked about it, but now it was in the open that she was a clitless woman. For some of the other girls that definitely was too much information, shaking their heads they headed for the showers mumbling.

‘May I touch?’

Who would have thought that tiny conservative Maria was the brave one.

‘Does that have to stay?’

‘Actually one could take it off now.’

Maria produced nail scissors and cut through the binding thread on Cassie’s nipple stumps. While cutting the second one, Cassie hissed.

‘Did I hurt …’

‘No, I have to pee …’

Cassie’s pressed reply and jumping out of her suit to run to the showers happened in a flash. As the other girls shrieked Cassie stood with shaking legs, holding herself up with both hands pressed against the wall, while pee shot in spurts from her bulging pussy.

‘She’s not peeing, she’s coming.’

Susie’s expert eye explained, why Cassie’s grunting slide down the wall was the result of another series of orgasms.

‘Look.’

Maria had come to the showers revealing Cassie’s cream caked suit.

‘The rubbing of her cutoff nipples against the suit must have been something. And now the rushing in of the blood into the top of her stumps really set her off.’

Tina sat next to shaking Cassie holding her, while steaming water cascaded over them, her voice full of envy, herself having never experienced an orgasm of that magnitude.

‘For three years nothing, and now one orgasm after the other.’

Cassie could barely speak, while Susie and Tina helped her up, Susie looking with unmitigated curiosity at Cassie’s swollen and open sex, revealing the bare slit.

‘Why you’re fucking half the school, when you can’t come?’

Susie was known for her straight talk.

‘Well, losing your clit doesn’t mean you’re not horny. On the contrary I haven’t stopped being constantly wet since then. And as much as it drives you crazy, going to the brink, but never coming is one hell of a turn on, especially as it means you’re always in control.’

While Tina shook her head in wonder, Susie’s smile said it all: This sounded mightily enticing. While drying and putting on their clothes the girls tried to evade Alex scowling stare. Finally Susie and Tina looked at each other and said: ‘We’re in.’

‘Me too.’

Maria jumped up with eagerness. The other three girls looked on the ground. Ivana shook her head.

‘Ok, we try the following: We five form the stunt group, Maria will have to take over some of your part, Mi Ling, and you three will wear the old suits playing the background.’

Cassie had brought the surgical thread and super glue and they met in the less used toilet in the basement. Alex’s grim face turned into a grimace of barely concealed pain, when her second nipple was bound, her eyes suddenly vulnerable and full of fright.

‘It’s ok.’

Cassie held Alex’s head against her belly, which vibrated from her scream, while Alex’s pee splashed into the bowl.

Tina just grunted, but when she tried to leave the stall, she suddenly turned around and vomited.

‘I think, I just wetted my pants.’

‘Better go without them.’

With her head still over the bowl, Tina was helped by Cassie to loose her very wet panties, her skirt luckily unharmed.

Susie kept on chattering along, till suddenly she shrieked and started to flop around on the toilet seat with Cassie trying to prevent her falling off.

‘Now, I know,’ she whispered, looking admiringly at Cassie.

Maria looked like a sacrificial lamb, when she entered the stall hesitating, her former bravado lost in view of the clearly audible reactions of her friends.

‘Ok, Maria, off with the panties, on the seat, now lets try to get your nipples as big as possible. Very good. Now I bind one very loosely, then the other, and now I want you to pull as strong as possible on these ends.

‘Hijo de puta, no es posible.’

Cassie barely managed to close the second one with Maria shouting Spanish obscenities and waving her arms, when Maria suddenly stopped waving, stopped shouting, stopped breathing, a look of utter concentration on her face, rhythmic splashing into the bowl accompanying the sudden silence.

‘Maria, breath!’

Cassie’s worried shaking of her friend was answered by a moan and a rattling intake of breath, followed by a blissful smile.

When they met three hours later in the school yard, four very tired looking faces greeted Cassie.

‘I’ve been four times to the toilet.’

Tina’s mumbled confession drew knowing smiles.

‘I can’t feel mine any more.’

There was loss in Maria’s voice.

‘We’ll leave at three o’clock.’

Alex tried to be all down to business as usual, but she couldn’t prevent her panic shining through.

Here they stood next to Agnes’ tree in the garden of Mandy’s secluded house. They had shed their clothes standing in a circle holding hands, a bowl, matches, a bottle of white spirit and the surgical scissors in the middle. They were shaking from coldness and terror.

‘Grandaunt bought the spirit from her Mambo.’

‘Who’s that?’

‘Her voodoo priestess. She promised that whatever will be given to the spirit will be returned tenfold.’

Maria’s explanation was delivered in gusts of syllables.

‘But I don’t want ten nipples.’

Susie’s deadpan reply broke the tension.

‘Ok, Alex you stand behind Susie and hold her, Tina you do the same with Maria. Listen, I want you to scream, don’t hold back.’

Susie’s eyes signalled agreement, just before she closed them with determination. Snip. Drop. Snip. Drop. The two little pieces of pink flesh were collected in the pot.

‘Ouch. That wasn’t so bad, it’s more like a burning feeling and …Shit.’

Susie was about to turn to Alex in her chattering way, when it hit her. Her eyes crossing, her legs caving in and forming a very lopsided X, she started shaking, Alex barely able to hold her.

‘Ready?’

Cassie’s interruption to Tina’s astonished observation of Susie’s orgasmic breakdown brought back the sinking feeling in Tina’s stomach. A grim nod, one sharp breath in at the first snip, a grunt, which turned in a bellow at the second snip just seconds later. Her wet thighs and Maria’s wet feet, eyes burning with loss and lust were the immediate result.

‘Alex, your turn. Susie, will you be able to hold her?’

Susie was standing on her own by now, breathing heavily.

‘Jesus, my pussy doesn’t stop cramping, but I’m fine. Uh, shit your back is rubbing on my cut off nipples. Gee, if I grab you too hard, Alex, I hope you don’t mind …’

Snip. Snip. Alex didn’t even have time to say good bye to her nipples, confused by Susie’s babbling. More the sight of her pink stumps than the actual pain drove her to one piercing scream, the following sob only cut short by pure willpower as she had to be strong as captain of the team.

Maria started screaming Spanish obscenities even before the first cut and stopped suddenly, when the second brown stub fell into the bowl. With more force than imaginable she wiggled out of Tina’s grip and ran over the meadow to a group of trees, where Tina found her rubbing against one of the birch trees sobbing.

‘How come we only appreciate things, when we lost them?’

The death of her sister in a car accident two years ago still haunted Maria. Tina prised her away from the tree, where two bloody trails showed her nipples’ binding to be less than perfect.

‘I’m not sure I can walk, my pussy is so tight, it feels like it’s stuck in my throat.’

Tina kissed her and led her slowly back to the group.

‘You know this is not all, we’re going to loose, isn’t it?’

Maria’s question carried deep fear, curiosity and resignation in equal measure. Tina’s grunted nod as answer was enough for one of her warm smiles.

‘Your honour, Maria.’

Cassie let them through the ritual like an old Mambo. After adding her own cut nipples, which Cassie had preserved in a little box, Maria poured the spirit and lightened it. They danced around the bowl, arms linked around their shoulders, their cut of nipple stumps glowing pink, red, brown, black … They took turns sipping the spirit and spiting it into the flames, each time intonating ‘We will win.’ By the time the bottle was nearly empty, they had forgotten the spring cold, their burning stumps and their loss, and the feeling of a full bladder reminded them of the last part of the ritual: Dousing the flames with one simultaneous orgy of piss, before emptying the bowl into the nearby creek.

Training the next day was a disaster: The blinding head ache, the change of the routine, the material of the suits rubbing on their nipple stumps, the utter misery of the three girls in the old suits. When they returned to the changing rooms, producing a heap of brightly colour, strongly smelling swim suits between them, some banged their heads against the lockers in frustration, others were holding their crotches or their breasts just whimpering, while three girls stood there speechless, finally taking their time ogling five modiefied breasts with terror and fascination at the same time. Alex opened her locker with grim determination, took out her old Barbie doll, she had spent three hours looking for in the attic and put her naked in the middle of the heap of the suits next to Maria’s soaked through crotch.

‘We’re in.’

Ivana’s clouded voice betrayed her reservation as much as the finality of her decision.

‘Are we?’

Mi Ling’s confusion was mirrored by Caroline’s tears streaming down her face. Cassie jumped up and hugged her.

‘I know it must have been horrible, but now you are not alone, we’re together in that, ok?’

‘I was visiting Grandma and she said that in the old Lakota way girls after their first period had to show that they were brave enough for being mothers. And if I was ready? And I said yes. I always wanted to be Lakota like her and not this mixture like Mommy. And she told me not to make any noise and I didn’t. And she took her old Indian knife and held it in the open fire and when she started to cut, it smelled like burnt flesh. And it hurt so much, so much … And I was Lakota, I was brave … no sound. And it is as if this scream is still stuck in my throat …’

All the girls huddled around Caroline, the words tumbling out as fast as the tears were flowing.

‘But she left you your clit.’

Her last sob ended in a shy smile. The girls couldn’t resist and started undressing her.

‘She called it the reward. But it’s a blessing and a curse. See.’

Now it was clear, why she wanted to hide here pussy. The lone little finger at the top of her pussy was shining red like a signal light, prominently visible in her rather far away outer lips, her hole open, her pee hole framed by a prominent G spot, frothy white cream ringing the entrance to her vagina.

‘Wow, you’re having orgasms the whole time?’

Tina couldn’t resist and tasted some of the cream, with most of the other girl’s looking on in disgust.

‘No, that’s the problem. I don’t even know, how an orgasm is supposed to feel like. I’m just constantly wet and this knob sends like electric shocks into my head. But I never get tight like the other girls call it. So I’m not afraid of loosing it, just the pain.’

A sob seemed to be just around the corner, so Cassie kept on stroking her.

‘This time we will make sure you scream your head off. And who knows, perhaps you finally achieve an orgasm.’

’Final orgasm.’

Alex was expert in being the kill-joy, the naked Barbie doll in her hands held like a menetekel. Mi Ling’s nervous scanning of her comrades’ faces revealed rising panic.

‘We’re talking nipples, right?’

March Break weekend. One week to heal. They had cancelled all holiday plans, told parents they were on a ‘bonding’ trip together. Cassie had it all set up with her sister Sylvie visiting from college and her mother Christine reluctantly taking over the role of house mother for this one week. Mandy had taken some days off recording the measurements of the girls and programming the robot.

Mi Ling after the initial shock had come up with an ingenious idea of refilling their empty squad budget. Prevaricating how to tell her parents, she ended up having a general discussion with her father about the tradition of castration in the Chinese imperial court. His mentioning, that the severed organs would sell for enormous sums as fertility treatment, had Mandy, Cassie and herself drive the long way to the other side of the state, where they met a Chinese healer, whom after some prodding her father had named to her. Their offer was met by hectic phone calls and an exorbitant sum, if the cut off body parts were delivered fresh the day of the cutting.

Remembering her own quick healing Caroline had spoken with her Grandmother, who held her for a long time with tears in her eyes, before agreeing to produce fresh pots of this special salve for the occasion, muttering ‘You’re on the way of becoming a winyan wakan, my child.’ Only later she understood that to reach the level of epiphany required for a tribal healer like her Grandmother, sometimes you had to go through great pain. Was she the chosen one to follow her Grandmother?

‘That looks like the machine from hell. You could at least have painted it pink or something.’

Susie’s jokes fell on deaf ears, her own teeth chattering as seven naked girls observed Cassie holding on to the handles and stepping onto the feet holders. The next second the restraints clicked shut, she was moved into position, further restraints enveloping her body and head, till she hang in the air like a frog just before landing. Her teeth guard gleamed in the surgical light as the robotic arms started to cut and her face crunched up in pain. The silent ballet of torture behind the sound prove glass walls was too much for some of the girls. Ivana and Maria turned away and huddled together both sobbing from fear and in Ivana’s case the added agony of her bound nipples. Sylvie joined them, as she could neither look on, while her sister lost the last shred of her sexuality, nor observe her mother’s pain as again she couldn’t hold her baby, while going through this. It simply was too dangerous to get in the way of the robot.

‘Ok, it will hurt. No doubt about it. The most important thing is to breath through the pain. If you manage that, you will see, the pain turns into pleasure.’

‘It’s just that my mother will kill me, if she finds out. You know, my ancestors fled to this country from this strange sect, which tried to force them to cut their kids, because they tried to have 144.000 members or something, as then the Messiah would come?’

‘The Skoptsy.’

Mandy had turned around from her screen as the robot was just about finished stitching Cassie up.

‘You know them? You’re not …’

Panic rose in Ivana’s voice.

‘No no, Mandy’s mother joined them two years ago, but we are not Skoptsy. And the group, with which she lives, doesn’t have any millenarian tendencies; I don’t think they even are particularly religious, just eunuchs enjoying each others company. But you could always tell your mother that you paid the family debt, so she doesn’t have to worry any more that they would come after you all.’

The hissing of the door interrupted Ivana’s comprehension that her cutting might actually serve a higher purpose. The other girls shuddered, when the whiff of burning flesh met their nostrils. Christine was next to her daughter in a flash, kissing her tear stained face, stroking her sweaty hair. Mandy controlled the stitching and the seat of the catheter, murmuring approval. She applied Caroline Grandma’s salve. The girls crowded around her, when Cassie staggered from the glass cube with Christine’s help. She forced herself to smile and to speak encouraging words, while Mandy prepared Alex by inserting the urethral protection shield and her teeth guard and positioned her on the robot. Although walking with difficulty Cassie turned around and went back to look into Alex’s terror filled eyes, holding her face between her sweaty hands, whispering.

‘Promise me, you won’t hold back. You don’t need to be strong in here, you’re not our captain in here and you don’t have to set an example in here, ok? I want you to scream and wail like a little baby, like you wanted to, when your father left you and you had to be strong for your mother.’

Tears shot into Alex’s eyes, her voice barely audible through the teeth guard.

‘I promise.’

Christine wanted to bring Cassie up into the spacious attic, which they had prepared as their common sleeping room, but Cassie insisted on staying, being held by Susie and Tina glued to the glass to witness Alex’s de-sexing. From her open mouthed convulsions of her face it was obvious that she was fulfilling her promise. Sylvie passed Cassie something to drink, having come back from the storeroom, where they had prepared a special bag for all their body parts. Sylvie hadn’t resisted and had kissed Cassie’s prominent lips good bye, when putting them into the bag. She admired Mandy’s programming expertise as the cutting had taken just enough of Cassie’s mons for the lips to hang together, but did not touch the flaming arrow, which now pointed to a fine scar. First when the lasers hit the protection shield burning out her G spot and then again when her clit was cut from her body, Alex’s shaking was heart breaking to witness.

‘Have the ceramic shields not arrived yet?’

Christine’s whispered question, as well as Mandy’s silent shaking of her head was witness to their collaboration to spare patients the agonizing destruction of their urethral glands as an inevitable consequence of protecting their pee holes. They also experimented with more precise laser settings, but till now their assumption that ceramic shields would not transmit the heat into the urethra was their biggest hope for a solution yet. Alas not yet for these unlucky girls. A hiss and all three jumped into action, lifting the half conscious Alex from the robot. By the time Mandy had finished applying the salve, she could stand on her own feet, but walked with the grace of a nappy swaddled two-year-old. The other girls hugged her with admiration as much as trepidation, while Susie was prepared, hissing when the shield entered her pee hole.

‘Here goes my career as Mata Hari.’

Still joking, the lines in her face told the story of an un-slept night, fucking herself to exhaustion, not believing that this would be the last time.

‘I rather think the prize just went up.’

Mandy’s answer had her go laughing to the slaughter.

With Alex nearly collapsing Christine finally convinced Cassie to also leave for the attic. When she brought up a sweat soaked Susie, who had managed to croak an encouraging ‘Gee, I thought last night was crazy, but this cutting business, wicked, best orgasms ever’, she found them sleeping in each others arms.

Tina’s tough girl act broke down, when her clit was slowly cut from her body and her orgasm just seemed to continue, even when Mandy had to rush in to add some stitches to the top of her pussy as her clit had been bigger than programmed and she started to bleed heavily. Christine had trouble to calm the other girls till Tina walked out with a lopsided grin giving high fives to everyone.

Having taken advice from her Grandaunt, Maria started shouting Voodoo incantations as soon as the robot started to lift her in the right position. It seemed to help as she started to sway, as much as this was possible due to the restraints, her face changing from goofy smiles to expressions of surprise and back, her eyes rarely blinking as if in a state of otherworldliness. The strong convulsions of her pussy were visible even while the robot was stitching her shut. Only repeated shaking brought her back into the world, where she gratefully accepted Sylvie’s drink, which had the secondary effect of sleep inducing pain relief.

Uncle Bernie’s adaptation of the robot to cut off nipples instead of cauterizing whole breasts took its first test with Ivana, who now bravely saw a higher sense in her sacrifice. It didn’t prevent her from sobbing uncontrollably till the moment, where in the same instant her nipples and her clit were separated from her body. A moment of sudden silence, where it looked as if she wanted to crawl back into her own body, was followed by a scream so loud, it was faintly audible through the sound prove glass with Mi Ling and Caroline clinging to each other in terror.

‘I’m not sure, I can do this.’

Mi Ling’s sobbed confession brought Sylvie and Christine to the two girls to hug and console them. Bringing them into the glass cube to help with Ivana’s treatment, applying the salve, checking her catheter was well connected to the bag on her thigh, as well as Ivana’s sobbed confession that the crazy explosion in the last seconds of her cutting was beyond description helped them find their resolution again. Mi Ling just went to Mandy’s operating table, took one of the shields, and pressed the metal tube into her pee hole, moaning with pain. While Christine was helping Ivana up to the attic, Caroline lifted Ivana’s sex into the little box that Sylvie held ready to be added to the cooling bag. Mi Ling looked over her shoulder, while Caroline stroked Ivana’s now dead clit.

‘Someone will be very happy today to eat this and become pregnant.’

With these words she covered her pretty teeth with the plastic guard and approached the robot, just in time for Mandy to finish cleaning it from Ivana’s poop, a little accident, which only was natural in such extreme situations.

While Caroline tried to convey encouragement to her suffering friend with her eyes, a little hand sneaked into her own.

‘You’re the bravest. The last one is always the bravest, absorbing all the pain of the ones before her.’

Caroline couldn’t believe her eyes. This minx not only was wise beyond her years, she also was naked and stroking her pussy with abandonment.

‘You must be Lucy, Mandy’s sister.’

‘And I am also the sweetest pussy in town, says Mandy. Wanna taste?’

This explanation perturbed Caroline on several levels. Still the wet finger held up to her face as well as the big blue eyes full of innocent mischief were irresistible. She wasn’t into girls at all, but that smell of freshly pressed apple juice, ripe melons with a tinge of pussy had her salivating. One lick and the hissing of the door reminded her of her impending doom. Mi Ling was barely conscious, when they lifted her from the robot. Sylvie and Christine helped her one step at a time. Coming out of the glass box Caroline hugged her.

‘It’s worth it. Kiss my clit good bye.’

Just whispers, before she nearly collapsed again. Lucy brought the little box and Caroline lifted Mi Ling’s sex out of the tray. Here it was: snuggled, barely visible, but due the robot’s fixation clamp pressed out of its hood, on top of Mi Ling’s prominent outer lips. She kissed Mi Ling’s clit.

‘May I also?’

Lucy didn’t wait for an answer and licked along Mi Ling’s dead slit.

‘Mhm, I like Chinese. It always has this fishy soya sauce taste.’

Mandy approached with the shield, Caroline opened her legs, her cut pussy revealing all its glory by itself.

‘This looks neat.’

Lucy stroked over her naked clit, which seemed to have grown to thrice its usual size, the moment the tube entered her pee hole, the double sensation making her throw back her head. When she was about to mount the robot, Lucy whispered to her, ‘Cassie gave me a message: Don’t be brave. Be a winyan wakan. Fly!’

She didn’t have time to wonder, where from Lucy knew the Lakota word for healer, when the first burning feeling told her, it was time to scream her head off. Between screams she started to babble Lakota words that she had learned from her Grandmother, asking for strength, asking for relieve, asking for time to move faster. And then the lasers hit the shield and she thought she was going to get cooked from the inside, when suddenly her asshole started to convulse on its own and she felt her outer lips separating from her body. Three messages of blinding light converged from three different positions to lodge behind her eyes and she was flying on a cloud of utter bliss, seeing herself shaking like a leaf, spread in this black machine. She saw Lucy standing with Christine staring in wonder and suddenly she looked out of Lucy’s eyes just in time to recognise Mandy’s panic, who had jumped up, shouting ‘We have to get her out, quick.’ Switching to Mandy happened in a heart beat, her worries of epileptic attacks, heart failure, nerve shock tumbling over each other and nearly burying her under their weight, were it not for the incredible energy coursing through Caroline’s being. Energy, she could share and Mandy suddenly was quiet again, ‘It’s ok. She’s calming down. The program stops in fifteen seconds.’ Only fifteen seconds to keep on flying? Grandma’s soothing voice brought the solution, ‘Come home child, you still have to learn so much.’ Suddenly she felt the last stitch going through her burned skin and she shouted with pain.

There were moments of desolation:

‘This is really fucked up. I can’t get a second finger into this small hole.’

‘Susie, stop it, you will tear your stitches.’

There were moments of joy:

‘Look at that, one suitcase of money: Thanks Sylvie, any problems with the delivery?’

‘No, very nice lady, she tried to convince me to add mine to it, but I promised her next time.’

There were moments of pain:

‘One, two, three.’

‘Fuuuuuuck. Who had this idiotic idea to pull the catheters out in form of a circle jerk?’

The biggest problem, however, was left for the last days of their holidays. After several attempts to rehearse their routine, it became clear: Maria would need months to be able to do splits again. Tina shouldn’t lift anything heavy for the time being. Everyone had a rather limited repertoire of painless movements. It was Lucy, who had become something like a house ghost, flitting around in all kind of stages of undress like her charges, applying salve to swollen, stitched up pussies, emptying urine bags, holding hands, while taking very painful shits, licking sore nipple stumps, who had the answer:

‘You’re Barbie dolls, so dance like dolls.’

Alex outdid herself by setting up a new choreography with everyone pitching in with ideas, something she would have resisted before with grim determination. There was laughter now, when they worked and experimented with their new bodies, and Alex actually had a very nice laugh. Sunday lunch time they had a new routine. Hissing and puffing from pain they donned their beautiful suits and gave a show to Christine, Lucy and Mandy, Sylvie having left for college already. Amidst the applause and bravos, Lucy’s voice stated, ‘There is a problem.’

Alex cried even more, when they cut her long blond hair to a replica of Tina’s, than she had cried for her clit, but the look of Professor Nhi was worth it. Eight nearly identical short haired girls, dancing like puppets on strings, their explicit suits revealing … nothing.

They won the state championship. In the end it was their originality that had carried the day.

‘I will miss that.’

Tina was pulling Susie’s stitches out of her sewn up hole.

‘Gee, you’re soaking wet in there. That would have given one big wet spot, were it not for the stitches.’

Tina took a taste. Maria rushed in, a throng of people visible in front of the entrance to the locker room, microphones tangling in front of Alex’s face.

‘Can you do my stitches as well? I forgot and nearly tried to pee through them.’

She peeled out of her suit.

‘Gee, girl, do your nipples grow back? They really look big.’

‘No. I just met this guy …’

‘Oh no, it’s going to be heart break time again.’

Susie had seen Maria’s hopeless trysts ad nauseam. Boys were not ready for eunuch relationships.

‘Ouch, don’t be so mean Tina.’

‘Just reminding you, that your sex looks different than the usual fuck material.’

‘But I’m sure he understands. He said we are famous now, we are the Dollies …’