Little Darlings part 3
by drinkitbitch from an idea by Marie LeClare
Jan and Prof. Gash prepare to harvest the blood and tissue needed for their revolutionary serum, A9k, which can restore youth, health and sexual prowess to old lesbians. unfortunately for young teen lesbians ensnared in their web, they are going to lose something they find very precious in order to allow Jan and the Prof to keep producing the drug.
Now came the time for the really important material to be harvested. The spreaders held both girls’ thighs apart and gave the Prof full access to their swollen little pussies, juice running freely as Jan tweaked their nipples and kissed each in turn deeply. Marie was the first to approach the exact moment of orgasm the Prof needed so the got between the girl’s legs and just as Marie crested the wave of orgasm with Jan’s fingers pistoning out of her butt and rubbing her G-spot with a single finger, Gash placed her scapel at the extreme base of Marie’s clit and with a single, elegant motion relieved the girl of her teenage clitoris, the center of her sexual being.
Marie came so hard her body convulsed, she screamed and cried and pussy juice shot into the air and landed on her belly, a good cup or ore, running down between her legs and down her asscrack to pool up on the bedcover and soak into her asshole. The Prof. took 3 tiny stitches so that it would leave no scar, and you’d never enen know she had had a clit before this. Since most of the time it had lain hidden under the clit hood, no one but Marie herself and a very intimate lover would be able to tell it was gone.
After all, some girls’ clits are very tiny little bulbs, hard to find and harder to stimulate. No one would know Marie’s had been a large, swollen bulb big as a marble. Jan finished up with Marie and gave her another injection before she could react to the loss of her clit and she went into a deep sleep, from which she would awake with no memory of the night’s events, and complete forgetfulness of the size and importance of her clit, she would hardly regret it. She could still orgasm and feel sexual release and stimulation, just not in the special intense way having a clit allowed.
Now it was Mari’s turn. She was completely lucid, although in a bit of a haze, and had witnessed the entire ordeal, including the Prof holding Marie’s clit up for Jan to see, so she could hardly be unaware of what fate befell her. She attempted to struggle, but was helplessly no longer in control of her muscle functions, but whimpered and cried piteously.
“No use my dear,” said the Prof. “You’re not leaving here tonight with your clit in your panties. You’ll be sacrificing that to us, but we’ll reward you with many hours of sexual paradise and a life of lesbian love and sex few girls your age ever get to see, let alone experience. That is, unless you get too talkative or uncooperative and endanger our little enterprise, in which case we will have to harvest other organs which will leave you incapacitated, or even execute you. That fate lies in your hands. Now prepare yourself for your final clitoral orgasm, it’s going to be sweet and bittersweet for you, Sweetie.
Jan sucked Mari’s very large clit up into her mouth like a straw, tickling it with her tongue at the very tip. At the same time she applied a special vibrator to Mari’s asshole, opening it up and expanding as it entered, filling her ass with pulsating, swirling points of pleasure. Under the influence of this expert sexual stimulation and the effects of S9k Mari, while terrified and struggling internally and crying profusely, reached the orgasmic peak very quickly and gave up her clit to the Professor with a scream of pleasure overwhelmed by regret and horror at losing her most intimate prize.
In this case her orgasm was so intense that she experienced a small stroke, and was forever after lightly retarded, she would speak little after this so it wasn’t noticable, and her schooling ended soon after, so her grades never suffered, but she was good only for sex and lived only for sex, was kind and guiless and sweettempered and cooperative, but lobotomized just the same.
This was actually a boon to her: some of the girls previously separated from their clits had not willingly joined Jan’s team of procurers, seducing young teens and setting them up for Clitoridectomies. They had been a risk to expose Jan and Gash’s ring of rapists and genital mutilationists and so they had been permanently subdued: their eyes, vulvas, nipple and breast tissue as well as cervix, uterus and fallopian tubes and associated organs were all useful in synthesizing the drugs: not as good as a clit, but they could be used. Hearts and some sections of the brain as well. These were a poor substitute, containing about 1:100 the chemicals supplied by the clit or the hymen.
Of course the removal of hearts and brains left these girls alive only on machines, which were switched off when their bodies were completely harvested. This was done in the presence of the “team” so they would know the penalty for snitches.
Weekly the teams would procure one or two young girls who would be seduced, then brought to meet Jan, seduced again and finally set up for the operation. No girl left a night of intense sex with Jan with her clit intact.
The operation was going well, Jan and Gash were selling large quantities of the fountain of youth-giving “A9k”, even without clits their gang of young girls supplied a harem of sexual slaves and weekly orgies with them and new recruits went amazingly well.
Finally Professor Gash had perfected a kind of Iron Maiden=like device she could strap a young girl into and robotic arms would remove the clit, the nipples, any part desired. For execution-level harvesting, the machine could be set to remove vulva, uterus, breasts, etc. This streamlined the process, since the machine also inserted vibrating and drug emitting dildos into the girls anuses and vaginas and applied cups over their nippples to stimulate, inject with pleasure drugs and finally remove the nipple if necessary and harvest the entire breast as well.
This went on for some time and dozens of girls without arousing suspicion, but unbeknowst to the Prof or Jan the girls would build up immunity to S8k after a time, and its effects of rendering them drowsy and unable to think clearly, forcing cooperation and making them single-mindedly focused on sex and their sexual masters was lessening. The lobotomizing of Mari had scared, and in time, angered the team, who saw a sweet and harmless young girl rendered a retard just due to the Professor’s sloppiness. This was different than the murders of young girls they’d seen. Those girls had “deserved it” for squealing, besides, the drugs had kept them in line before this. Now the effect was lessening.
The girls planned carefully and during one of the weekly orgies bringing in a record 6 new recruits to be separated from their clits (due to big orders of A9k from an elderly billionaire lesbian who wanted to be 30 again) they replaced Jan and Prof Gash’s wine with that meant for the new recruits. As Jan and Gash laid unconscious for an hour or so, the new girls were broken into lesbian sex (no use wasting fresh pussy, the “team” were after all highly sexed lesbians who wanted pussy all the time, so the orgy preceded as planned, then the new girls were sent home with their clits intact and their panties soaked with juice. They were told the club would continue and they’d be in touch. Then the team of Marie, Mari and the four other regulars went to work.
Of course the Professor recognized the effects immediately, but the well-trained girls had quickly injected her with the paralysis-enhanced S9k. Jan and Gashe were perfectly aware as the girls strapped them into the Iron Maidens and set them to remove clits, nipples and tongues. Although their muscles were paralyzed, there was a horrifying look of abject terror in Jan and Gash’s eyes as, without any anesthesia, they lost their clits, hoods and nipples in round one. The girls had set the anal and vaginal intruders on “BRUTAL” so they were fucked hard the entire time and climaxed in spite of their fear of their upcoming death. Jan was particularly afraid to die, believing in God and Hell and knowing she was destined to go there.
Next the Iron Maidens removed Jan and Gash’s breasts, arms, legs and the rest of their vagina: vulva, inner and outer lips, mons and all. Only a smooth, Barbielike crotch was left with a tiny hole for their urethra, totally incapable of sex. Their noses, mouths, ears and hair were all removed so their heads resembled smooth flesh globes. Their assholes were left unchanged, still sensitive as ever, though slightly stretched by the big anal dildo the Iron Maiden used. They fed intravenously, they could still hear, just no outer ears, they could still smell, but 2 small vents where their nose used to be. They were left with their eyes so they could witness the continuation of the sex orgies they’d initiated.
Their wounds were quickly cauterized so that they healed almost instantly and scarlessly, and without tongues or any means to move they were left there in the now silent and incapacitated Iron Maidens, which would never be used again, to watch the weekly orgies by the young girls. They were fed by tubes and their waste taken away by catheters, so they lived for many years, silent witnesses to the girls orgies as they brought in new girls for sex and kept the lesbian sex and drug parties going for years to come. The wealth accumulated for Jan and Gash was used to fund the maintenance of the mansion and supply the food, drink, servants and other needs and club members often moved in for a time, but only Marie and Mari were permanent residents. Every extraneous part was removed so that Jan and Gash were left as monsterous living heads and torsos, kept alive by the very machines the Prof had invented, but silent and completely powerless to affect the outside world or to harm young girls any more.
Marie and Mari, who arranged to “inherit” the monies and property left by Jan and Gash, kept the remaining S8k and A9k for their own uses, now and in the future, and lived a life of modest wealth and ease, pleasure and only kindness and graciousness toward the young girls they brought into the club. The 2 older women, strapped into their prisons behind one-way mirrors and fucked brutally by large anal dildoes during the orgies, could never express what they felt about the turn of events. Did they feel regret? Pleasure at being fucked in the ass while they voyeuristically watched the younger girls cavort with the eventually middle aged veterans of the club?
Anger or desire for revenge? They never revealed their thoughts until the Professor finally died of cancer after about 8 years and Jan lived on in splendid isolation, without even a companion in her agony, for decades. She finally contriving to commit suicide by figuring out how dislodge a catheter which ultimately caused a massive infection and she died in agony from toxic shock, so she regained some small piece of control at the end, though I doubt she’d say she’d won anything, were she able to express her final feelings on the outcome of her torture, vivisection and murder of dozens of girls, something Jan Moist could never have foreseen.
The house, renamed the Moist Gash House for Girls after its founders was a fixture for young and old lesbians over the years and Mari and Marie still live there, presiding over a haven for young girls confused about their sexual identities.