“Thirty two.”

“Long day then. Car was all right, no troubles for a change?”

“Not this time. No poor girls waiting with bated breath, while I was changing tires.”

“You sign here and there, and I take this from you. They are all in here?”

“Yeah, all labelled. 32 girlie clits all accounted for.”

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“Is she out?“

“Look at her, isn’t that disgusting, she’s drooling for heaven’s sake.”

“Oh no, let’s go.”

“What?”

“Her hand!”

Abigail started laughing.

“The old cow was frigging herself, when she fell asleep.”

“What you’re doing?”

“She still got one finger stuck in her.”

“Stop it, she’s going to wake up and then she thinks it was me again and she’ll send me home.”

“Agh, forget it, she’s full of booze, so she won’t wake up till tomorrow morning. And she knows, she can’t send you home as your dad is with mine fishing ... or whatever. Quite a Mother’s Day, no wonder she’s drunk again.”

“Leave the hand …”

“God, look at all the cream on her finger and there is still more leaking from her. See that’s how our pussies would have looked like if Mom hadn’t taken us to the KliniK.”

“So much skin … and her clit, it’s enormous. Do you think, yours would have been so big?”

“Sure it would and you could still play with it, if your father hadn’t had the stupid idea that you should be like your Mom. And this bitch of a mother wouldn’t have agreed that it also would help me to calm down.”

“Not my idea to have an Arab mother and a Dad, who can’t get over it that she left him.”

“Egyptian.”

“Whatever! … Her boobs are huge, they look so much bigger when naked. What the f… you’re something else … no, lift both of them up, yeah, wow they stretch for nearly half a meter.”

“These nipple rings are really handy … Ooops.”

“Is she waking up?”

“No, she just moaned, I think she has a wet dream. Look, she’s fucking the air. And what are you doing?”

Naheem moved her hand out of her bathing suit and smelled her fingers.

“Nothing. “

“Yeah, nothing. It’s not like it’s going to grow back, you know!”

“I know, stupid, it’s just that it’s not easy to get used to it and it’s still so unfair.”

Naheem licked her fingers clean, her naughty smile meeting Abigail’s open mouthed stare.

“I so want to suck your clit right now and it’s all that bitch’s fault that I can’t.”

They looked at each other, a smile of determination and conspiracy shared.

“She’s gonna pay.”

“Special Mother’s Day gift.”

It took them only five minutes to have all the necessary tools on a chair next to the bed. They lifted her to fold a towel under her bum.

“Ungh, her ass weighs a ton …”

“And she smells like pussy.”

“And if she wakes up?”

“She won’t … and if we fix her to the bed, she won’t be able to fight, if she comes around.”

It took them another five minutes to bind her legs and arms together at the bed rail over Susie’s head. Naheem thought about gagging her and they had special fun looking for their used panties to fill Susie’s mouth before taping it shut. Finally they stood at the foot of Susie’s bed breathing heavily from running around and the enormity of their plan. They had shed their bathing suits giggling, Naheem’s brown skin contrasting Abigail’s rosy white, but it was their difference in stature, which seemed particularly striking: Abigail had inherited her mother’s valkyrien dimensions with a round face framed by straight blond brownish hair and a constant smirk on her trailer trash face. Naheem on the other hand was delicate and although her mouth’s edges had a tendency to meet her chin, her glowing black eyes made up for it by giving her a vivid expression. Now they faced each other and as if rehearsed a million times they touched their empty clefts and lifted their other hands in testimony:

“Revenge.”

“Forget the scissors, they are too worn out … oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about, the X-Acto knife goes through like butter …”

“Don’t cut my fingers …”

“Then move them …”

“How am I supposed to clean the blood, if …”

“And now the Liquid Skin … don’t spray the knife …”

“But it’s gonna look really raw …”

“Who cares, she didn’t ask us either if we wanted to look like Barbie …”

“Barbie would actually be cool, but we look like … I don’t know … just empty.”

“Whatever. And here goes the other side …”

“Her eyes are open … no, she closed them again.”

“Because she’s coming, the greedy cow, look at her hole, it’s opening and closing like a croaking frog, it even makes sounds.”

“How you’re gonna cut … oh, that’s cool, now her clit stands up like a little cock, phew it’s even growing, I bet Alfie’s dick isn’t bigger then that …”

It took them five minutes to stop laughing as making fun of the jocks’ sex drive was all the pleasure they could get from these jerks at the moment as both of them refused the boys’ rather crude ass fuck advances.

“This kebab stick idea is really great, how long do you think we have to wait?”

“I dunno. It’s already dark blue, we could put another rubber band around the sticks closer to her clit, but … Did you see that?”

“Wow, her asshole really bobs in and out, she must be coming like crazy. I’m not sure the way she tosses around … it’s either going to be the ropes or the bed, which are gonna break.”

“That’s it, I’ll cut her.”

“Wait …”

One small cut and a scream later, loud enough even through the gag to have both girls cover their ears, and Susie broke her bonds sitting straight up in her bed her eyes unfocused and blood shot, before they turned white and she fell back into the mattress eliciting the sound of a bed in its death throes.

“Fuck. The spray, fast …”

“It’s not working, the blood is still pumping out, it’s washing away the Liquid Skin, I told you to wait … she’s gonna bleed to death.”

“Stop the hysterics, I’ll call the KliniK! Hold something against it.”

“Lucky girls, the KliniK got me on the phone as I was just leaving my bridge club. Now, what do we have here. Someone did a botched job with a beautiful pussy.”

Mrs. Kahn’s severe look met the worried eyes of two very contrite teenagers.

“Well, I’m sure some punishment will be in order, but first let me help this poor lady. Ok, young lassy you sit on your mother’s belly and pull back her legs and you, black haired beauty, help me with my bag and all the instruments I need.”

Pulling a chair to the bed and putting on her reading glasses took Mrs. Kahn’s professional hands about the same time as stitching close the hole, where Susie’s clit once resided in its sensual glory.

“Agh, I hate that Liquid Skin, pass me the dissolvent in the yellow bottle, yes let’s also do some needlework along the lips, that will be much prettier. Who did the cutting? Young Miss Abigail, I thought so, actually not such a bad job, considered the inexperience. Now let’s clean everything up and then we’ll have a little talk, what we will tell your mother, when we wake her up.”

It took Susie a while to come to her senses, even longer to understand, what had happened to her. The pain in her crotch, a mirror held close to her swollen pussy and two pills and a glass of water finally sobered her enough to become her usual self.

“Fuck it girls, you’re gonna pay so bad.”

“Well, Mrs. Turner, the girls and I agreed that definitely some amends need to be made and, although I’m sure you will, given sufficient time, appreciate the beauty of your new sex and the liberty this little modification bestows upon you, I might propose a punishment concomitant with the girls’ crime.”

Although Susie’s alcohol infused brain had troubles following Mrs. Kahn’s convoluted explanation, one thing came out loud and clear: To participate in the trials for the vagi-anal valve developed by Dr. Klutsky for NASA’s long term space flight program both girl’s pussies would be closed for good and from then on they would pee and bleed only from their assholes.

“Will it hurt a lot?”

Naheem’s whiny voice and Abigail’s look of terror were enough to conjure a satisfied smirk on Susie’s face.

“Oh, I’m afraid it will be quite painful, but you both agreed to be really brave, so hop on the bed next to your mother, Abigail. And Naheem, I want you to sit behind her, so you can hold her arms and bend back her legs at the same time, I have to get good access to her little hole so I can cut through her vaginal and anal wall to fit in the valve before closing her pussy.”

“I’m not sure I’ll be able not to scream.”

Abigail sounded scared to death.

“Nah, I’m sure as a token of revenge your mother would be delighted to provide one of her used panties for this occasion.”

The look of disgust on Abigail’s face was enough to lift Susie’s mood considerably and she suddenly felt quite happy about her new look.

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“On the road again?”

“Yep.”

“Christina? Tool box ready?”

“Coming!”

“How many times?”

“Slow day, only 6, but one is far out.”

“Thanks, Christina.”

“Kein Problem. I only filled it half, so it’s not so heavy.”

“Here we go. Please sign here. Have a nice trip, Jenny.”