Author: Honey Moon
Title: Agatha's Revenge 
Part: 05
Keywords: Loli, NC, shrinking, revenge, gore, vore, snuff



   Agatha's Revenge 05
   
   
   By Honey Moon
   
   
   
   Agatha followed her friend Jennifer into the living 
room. The slender young woman with the raven hair 
sighed. “Kiddo, do you mind if I make myself 
comfortable?”
   
   The younger redhead laughed. “Since when do you 
have to ask me a question like that? I’m not some stupid 
squeamish little bitch! You can always take it easy around 
me!”
   
   “I know, and don’t think for a minute I don’t appreciate 
it! It’s just polite to ask.” Jennifer sat on the sofa and 
removed first one prosthetic leg, and then the other. She 
pulled off the cushioning socks and rubbed her scarred 
stumps. I’m still getting used to those racing legs. I may 
have run a mile or two too far today.” She smiled and 
removed her left hand and placed it on the cushion beside 
her. With another contented sigh, she closed her right hand 
over the narrow rounded point, just where a wrist would 
have been, and rhythmically massaged. “Ah, now I can 
relax.”
   
   “Yeah, now that you have me to bow to your every 
whim and wait on you, hand and foot. Hey Stumpy, I 
thought you were supposed to be my babysitter?”
   
   An outsider would have been shocked and angered to 
hear this frightfully insensitive verbal attack against a 
helpless cripple. An outsider would have been totally 
mistaken about it. Jennifer didn’t consider herself to be 
helpless, or a cripple. One of the reasons she loved her 
young friend was that Agatha didn’t either. Even her own 
mother tended to smother her with worry and attention, 
perhaps understandably given the circumstances. Agatha, 
on the other hand, treated her just as she would any person. 
She didn’t accept any sign of weakness from Jennifer. It 
was delightfully refreshing! 
   
   “This cripple has one good hand left to beat the shit out 
of little punk-ass bitches!”
   
   Agatha giggled. “Who are you calling little?’
   
   “So, you admit to being a ‘punk-ass bitch’?”
   
   “Of course!” she grinned wickedly. “If you’re a squirt 
like me, being a punk-ass bitch is the only way to get 
people to take you seriously!” She sat on the floor and 
started to massage her friend’s left stump. She knew it was 
the one that troubled Jennifer the most, since it ended just 
above where the knee joint should have been. Luckily, 
Jennifer’s right leg had an intact knee. The leg ended six 
inches below the joint. It offered her the chance at much 
greater mobility while on her prosthetics. The combination 
gave Jennifer a cool sort of skipping stride when she ran. 
She glanced over at the abandoned devices. “I love your 
social legs, Jen. With those boots attached, it makes you 
like a life sized Bratz doll!”
   
   Jennifer leaned back and closed her eyes. “Since I know 
about your obsession with those little plastic whores, I’ll 
take that as a complement.” She sighed contentedly. “Damn 
kiddo, you have a better touch then my physical therapist. 
Miss Primakov is brutal!”
   
   “Miss Primakov is the real plastic whore!” Agatha 
giggled. “Those pumpkins she lugs around on her chest 
have got to be implants! I bet if she tripped and fell, she’d 
bounce right back up again!”
   
   “No, they’re real.” Jennifer’s face flushed. “I mean, I 
think they’re real.”
   
   The slight catch in her friend’s voice made Agatha stop 
and look up. “Is something wrong?”
   
   “Nothing! Nothing at all!” Jennifer sighed. “Let’s just 
change the subject, okay?”
   
   Agatha’s tough girl act vanished in a second. “No, 
something is wrong!” She hopped up and sat next to her 
friend. “Tell me about it. Maybe I can help.”
   
   Jennifer looked into her friend’s lovely face. “No, 
nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.” The statement was proven 
a lie when the young woman’s eyes filled with tears. 
   
   “Oh Jen, I’m sorry!” she threw her arms around the 
sobbing girl and hugged her tight. “I didn’t mean to make 
you cry!”
   
   There are worse things in this world then having a 
pretty petite redhead cuddling up against you. Jennifer 
sniffed and gave her friend a smile. “You aren’t making me 
cry, Agatha.” She sighed. “Okay, I’ll tell you.” She put left 
arm around her friend and hugged her in return. “Promise 
me you won’t think I’m a terrible person!”
   
   “Jen, I could never think you’re anything but my best 
friend!” she rubbed her cheek against the smooth roundness 
of Jennifer’s handless wrist. “Go ahead and tell me. I bet 
you’ll feel much better after you do.”
   
   “It started six months ago when I met this guy on a 
website.” Her face flushed with embarrassment, but the girl 
went on. “It’s a site for people with tastes that are well 
outside of the mainstream. It’s called Gurochan.”
   
   Agatha couldn’t help a giggle. “I know that site. Are 
you anonymous, or are you a namefag?”
   
   “Good lord!” Jennifer couldn’t help laughing. “What 
surprises me is that I’m not really surprised you know 
about it. No, I don’t use a screen name, but I got in contact 
with a guy who got banned for posting actual photographs 
of amputees. His pictures were tagged with his website 
address.”
   
   “I saw those before they got deleted!” The redhead 
shouted. “None of those gimps were as good looking as 
you are, Jen!”
   
   “Thanks kiddo, I think! Anyway, I arranged to meet 
this guy. I hope you understand that I can’t tell you his 
name.” She blushed deeper. “You’ll probably think this is 
nasty, but he paid me ten thousand dollars to relieve me of 
something I didn’t really need, if you know what I mean.”
   
   “Wow! Ten G’s for one cherry? That must be because 
you’re a special order!” Agatha smiled broadly to reassure 
her friend. “I accidentally lost mine just today. I should 
have thought of selling it! I bet I could have got at least six 
for being a natural redhead that hasn’t developed titties yet! 
Oh well. Like they say, it’s no use crying over popped 
cherries!” 
   
   “Oh my God!” Jennifer tried to stifle her sudden fit of 
laughter. “You are crazy! You accidentally lost yours? 
With who?” Before the redhead could answer, Wally joined 
them in the room and happily started licking the older girl’s 
stumps. She looked from the pretty dog, to her little friend. 
“Agatha, are you going to introduce me to your boyfriend?”
   
   Feeling her face grow hot, Agatha grinned sheepishly. 
“Wally didn’t mean it. It wasn’t “Rape” rape, not really. He 
was just really happy to meet me. I hope you don’t think 
I’m nasty now!”
   
   “Who am I to judge? My internet friend insisted I let 
him wrap my stumps with bandages that he then stained 
with red food coloring.” She giggled. “The whole time he 
fucked me, he kept calling me his precious little daughter! 
Then he put me in a baby carriage and rolled me all around 
the hotel suite!”
   
   Agatha thought about it. “Nope, we aren’t nasty. That 
guy sure is though! I hope he got you off!”
   
   “Not the first time.” She giggled. “He was so huge it 
hurt, and I bled a little bit, He loved that, I can tell you! A 
couple weeks later he paid me five thousand for another 
‘date’. That time I thought I was going to explode! Weird 
or not, I climaxed three times!”
   
   “What are you going to do with your fifteen big G’s?”
   
   “Um, you mean my two hundred and thirty-eight big 
G’s!” she turned quite red. “I have a growing client list, and 
that’s the problem! All that money and I can’t touch any of 
it! That fucking Russian cunt Miss Primakov found out 
about another little ‘business transaction’ I had with my 
internet friend.” She gulped. “It was the real reason I went 
recruiting on Gurochan. Remember what I told you about 
my, um, accident?”
   
    “I remember.” How could anyone forget? Jennifer’s 
daddy and Juliet, her twin sister were both burned to death 
in the drunken driving accident that had mangled Jennifer’s 
body six years ago. Thank God a heroic Good Samaritan 
managed to pull her free before the flames consumed 
Jennifer too! Thank God a dedicated surgical team had 
saved her life, at the cost of removing her horribly crushed 
legs and hand. Agatha blinked back tears and squeezed her 
friend tightly. “What happened?”
   
   “Jack Daniels, God, what a fitting name, was paroled 
last month! Miss Primakov overheard my telephone 
conversation when I offered one freebie a week for a whole 
year to my friend, in exchange for ‘taking care’ of that 
drunk. Within a week, the ass-hole died screaming when a 
Molotov cocktail spread burning gasoline all over his body. 
Thankfully, the police though it was due to his gang 
activities in and out of jail. Everything would have been 
fine if that soviet slut didn’t overhear and then blackmail 
me into letting her be my fucking business manager! That’s 
what she calls herself now. She told me that if I withdrew 
one thin dime from my Swiss account, she’d tell the cops 
all about me and my friend!”
   
   “Tell me, does that plastic bitch have a recording of the 
phone conversation?”
   
   “No. She gloats all the time about how she’s personal 
friends with the chief of police.” Jennifer sighed “She’ll 
just give him my friend’s name, and when they find a 
connection to Jack Daniels through him to me, I’ll spend 
the rest of my life behind bars!”
   
   “You don’t have to worry about that.” Agatha snuggled 
against the older girl and softly kissed her cheek. “I’ll fix 
everything, I promise!”
   
   “I don’t know how you could, but I’m glad you don’t 
hate me for what I did!”
   
   “I could never hate you, Jen!” Concern made Agatha 
grow bold. “You’re my best friend, and I love you!” She 
kissed Jennifer again. This time, right on the surprised 
girl’s lips!
   
   “Kiddo, what are you doing?” Using her good hand, 
Jennifer tried to push Agatha away. 
   
   “I’m showing you that I love you!” With a smile, the 
redhead began to unbutton her friend’s blouse. “I’m going 
to make you relax so you feel better.”
   
   Jennifer’s eyes opened wide. “Stop that!” she gasped, 
as her snow white bra was exposed. “I could get in huge 
trouble for this!”
   
   “Nonsense!” the busy girl started to tug at the blouse, 
completely removing it from the squirming amputee. 
“You’d only get in trouble if I told someone. There’s no 
way that will ever happen!” she slipped her hand behind 
Jennifer’s back, and fumbled until she unclasped the pretty 
white bra. 
   
   Suddenly finding she was topless; the alarmed girl 
crossed her arms over firm full breasts. “Agatha, get 
serious! I could really get in trouble here!”
   
   “Don’t be silly! You’re already in trouble, but I’ll take 
care of everything!” with that, she slipped her dainty hand 
up the protesting girl’s skirt.
   
   ‘No! I mean it!” she lightly bopped Agatha on the head 
with the stump of her wrist. “Cut it out! I’ll get in MORE 
trouble then I’m already in!”
   
   Fingers gently stroking against damp panties, Agatha 
grinned. “I can’t help noticing you just keep saying you’ll 
be in trouble. You never once said you didn’t like it, or try 
to make me to stop!”
   
   Jennifer squirmed even more as her friend’s fingers 
teased. “I, I, Oh Agatha, please no!”
   
   “Why not?” the redhead lowered her head and kissed a 
pretty little nipple. “I want to do this, and I think you do 
too!”
   
   The sixteen year old moaned. “Oh Agatha, I, I love 
you!” She whimpered as tender lips and soft tongue 
caressed her rapidly engorging nipples. “I’ve loved you 
since the day I met you! The day a dirty faced five year old 
asked me why I would want to just waste my life staying in 
a wheelchair, and began to lecture me on the complete 
history of prosthetic limbs!”
   
   Agatha giggled. “I was such a show off when I was just 
a little kid. You interested me because I had never seen 
someone with no legs before. You should have told me to 
get lost when I made you start crying.”
   
   Jennifer forgot her protests and convulsively hugged 
the younger girl to her bosom. “For such a smart kid, you 
don’t understand! I had just lost my sister and my daddy! I 
was in pain all the time and mom cried every time she had 
to pick me up and put me on the toilet or something. I 
couldn’t stand it any more!” 
   
   She kissed the top of Agatha’s blaze of red hair. “I was 
planning on rolling myself into the kitchen to swipe a steak 
knife. They were the only things in the house I could still 
reach that I could use to commit suicide with! I was going 
to kill myself that very night! I wasn’t going to do any 
stupid wrist slitting, either! I was planning on opening my 
carotid artery! One little flick, and I would have bled to 
death in seconds! The only reason I didn’t was because you 
said I was no different then a big overgrown baby in a 
stroller! I was shocked that someone, even a kid, would say 
that to a useless cripple! You made me angry! I was so 
furious that I decided to prove you wrong!”
   
   Both girls were now openly crying over their shared 
memories. “I remember the day I got my first leg 
prosthetics. I waited until I saw you go out side to play, and 
then I started to hobble around the back yard on my 
crutches, just waiting for you to see me.” Her voice 
dropped to a whisper. “I was going to hit you with a crutch 
as soon as you opened your mouth. Do you remember what 
you said to me?”
   
   Agatha wiped the tears from her eyes. “Yeah, I 
remember. I said; “Good, you do have some guts after all! 
You just needed someone to remind you and give you a 
reason to get off of your ass! Now when are you getting a 
new hand to go with the new feet?” Boy! I was such a little 
cunt!”
   
   “I just stared at you, and before I knew it I started to 
laugh!” she hugged her young friend again. “I’ve loved you 
ever since, you precocious little bitch!” using her right hand 
and left wrist, she slipped the cute little Tinker bell shirt off 
of the petite girl. “I thought I was going to have to wait 
seven more years to tell you!”
   
   Agatha smiled warmly. “It’s silly to wait, if I want to be 
with you too!” The young lovers kissed again. Agatha was 
thrilled when Jennifer’s tongue entered her mouth! “Do you 
want me to help you finish undressing?” she asked shyly.
   
   “Usually I’d tell people I can do it myself.” The older 
girl grinned. “Something tells me though that you want to 
finish undressing your big Bratz doll!”
   
   Nodding happily, Agatha unbuttoned Jennifer’s skirt. “I 
only just realized I like girls as much as I like Jeff!” she 
froze midway through pulling the skirt off. “I, I didn’t 
mean it like that!”
   
   “Agatha, I’m not shocked.” She stroked the girl’s cheek 
with her wrist. “I’ve known for ages that you don’t just 
love Jeff. You “Love” your big brother. I was worried sick 
that meant there would be no room for me!”
   
   “Oh Jen, I love you just as much!” a sudden idea came 
to her. “If I can get that whore Cindy out of the picture, but 
can’t manage to get him to understand I’m the only girl for 
him, would you, uh, I mean” she gulped “You’re the only 
one I’d be happy to let marry him!”
   
   “Oh sweetheart, I’d be honored!” she giggled. “If I 
marry Jeff, I’ll make you this promise. Within one month 
of the wedding, you’ll be in bed right between us!”
   
   “That would be wonderful!” Curious hands slowly 
eased pure white cotton panties down as Jennifer bounced 
her bottom to help. “Wow!” Agatha gasped. “You ARE 
pretty!” she softly stroked her fingers through the cute little 
bush of raven black pubic hair. “I don’t have any yet.’ She 
admitted shyly.
   
   “Let me see!” Jennifer tugged impatiently at the 
redhead’s shorts. When Agatha helped pull them down, 
Jennifer gasped. “Oh sweetheart, you’re simply precious!” 
she whispered as she gazed upon dainty hairless perfection. 
“Oh God, Wally Jr. went there? It’s a wonder he didn’t kill 
you!”
   
   Agatha blushed pink from head to toe. “Wally was my 
first, but technically I wasn’t a virgin.” She giggled. “The 
handle of my hairbrush took care of that bothersome little 
detail! That brush and I have been involved in a very 
passionate torrid affair of late!” She didn’t mention the 
outright raping she had also received from Coach 
Witherspoon! If things went as she hoped and dreamed 
they would, she’ll just let Jennifer think any leftover 
creamy-pie was courtesy of Wally!
   
   Speaking of Wally, the friendly Siberian husky smelled 
something really nice. Jennifer let out a squeal as he thrust 
his head between her legs and began to lap away. “Get him 
off of me!” 
   
   Uh-oh! Agatha would have worried that the girl was 
shocked or horrified, but there was no mistaking her 
embarrassed but amused laughter! “Jen, I’ll save you!”  She 
cried heroically, while grabbed her playful pal by the scruff 
of the neck. “Not now big guy!” she said as she led the 
happily panting dog away. She shooed him into the 
bathroom and closed the door. “Later, we’ll ask Jen really 
nicely if you can play too. If she says no, I’ll let you fuck 
me instead, okay?” 
   
   Far from shocked, Jennifer was giggling when the 
petite redhead returned, “He’s very eager, isn’t he?” she 
asked, while gingerly touching her saliva glistening thighs. 
   
   “He has very good taste, Jen!” she gave a conspiratorial 
wink. “Wally only goes for very pretty girls, I’ll have you 
know.”
   
   “Oh, how modest!” she beckoned with her narrow 
wrist. “Get over here and help me put my legs back on. I 
have to clean his slobber off of me so we can relax 
together.”
   
   “Don’t be silly, Jen!” she dropped to her knees before 
her friend. “I’ll be more then happy to clean you up!”
   
   The raven haired girl was startled. “No! Agatha, wait a 
minute!” she squirmed as a gentle tongue began to lick over 
doggie saliva anointed thighs. “Oh God, Agatha, you’re 
such a dirty little girl!”
   
   The redhead grinned broadly when she looked up from 
her happy task. “Admit it, that’s part of my allure!”
   
   “Oh yes!” spreading her truncated legs wider, Jen 
laughed. “If you don’t mind Wally, then why should I?”
   
   “Why should I mind Wally’s spit?” she giggled. “The 
silly guy popped his load in my mouth when I was blowing 
him. I guess that’s why he thought it was such a fine idea to 
rape me afterwards! A little spit is NOTHING compared to 
that big ol slimy mouthful!”
   
   She went back to pleasing her friend. Jennifer moaned 
when that teasing tongue finally touched her damp sex. 
“Maybe, maybe I’ll try him sometime!” she cried as the 
dainty tongue pierced her delicate folds. “If a tiny little 
thing like you can be his bitch, then I can too!”
   
   “That’s the spirit!” Agatha grinned at how wet her lover 
was becoming. “Sorry Jen, but I didn’t plan this through. I 
don’t want to mess up the sofa. How would I explain that to 
Jeff? Maybe you should put your legs on so we can go 
upstairs.”
   
   “Let’s not waste time with those!” Jennifer rolled off of 
the sofa with practiced ease and slid gracefully to the floor. 
“Come on kiddo! I’ll race you!” The naked triple amputee 
made surprisingly good time as she crawled on hand, wrist, 
knee and stump towards the stairs!
   
   “No fair! You got a head start!” Agatha dropped down 
and crawled after her friend. “Holy shit Jen, slow down!” 
she giggled as the older girl mounted the stairs without 
slowing her pace. “Damn, it’s a good thing Wally can’t see 
us now! He’d go nuts trying to decide which pretty bitch to 
cover!”
   
   Muscles rippling, Jen kept right on moving. “What’s 
the matter, slowpoke?” she called happily when she 
reached the summit. “Getting tired?”
   
   “No fair!” the redhead called again. “You run all damn 
day! I’m just a shrimp! Of course you’ll be faster!”
   
   Agatha put on a burst of speed, but Jennifer easily 
outpaced her. “Mom doesn’t really like it, but this is how I 
get around the house most of the time. Sometimes it’s just 
quicker then getting my limbs back on! Besides, it helps 
toughen the stumps.” She reared up and opened the 
bedroom door. When she reached the bed, she stopped. “I 
admit I do need a tiny bit of help now.”
   
   Agatha scrambled across the floor, seizing her chance. 
When she reached the bed, the redhead sprang up and onto 
it! “I win!” she proclaimed joyfully as she jumped up and 
down. “Ha! Eat that! I beat you, Jen!”
   
   The girl on the floor couldn’t help laughing. It was such 
a rare treat to see the astoundingly intelligent girl actually 
act like a child for once! “Yup, you won! Now get your 
skinny little ass over here and give me a boost! Your pretty 
princess bed is too fucking high for me! The damn pink 
bedclothes are too slick to offer a good hand hold!”
   
   “Sorry Jen!” Hopping off of the bed, she tore off the 
comforter, exposing equally pink sheets. Agatha then put 
her hands on her friend’s hips and lifted, as the girl 
scrambled upward. “I did win though!” she whispered, 
before lovingly kissing Jennifer’s pretty hiney as the girl 
finished climbing onto the bed.
   
   “No, I think I won!” Jennifer grinned happily at her 
naked friend. “Now get over here and give me my prize, 
pretty little girl!”
   
   Agatha was happy to! This time when the girls kissed, 
she daringly slipped her tongue into Jennifer’s mouth. They 
both moaned happily as their tongues began to 
energetically move against each other. “We both won!” 
Agatha breathed as she pushed her friend down on the bed. 
   
   Jennifer sighed happily as fingers, tongue and lips 
began to slowly explore her body. “I’ve dreamed of this 
every night!” she moaned when the little redhead tenderly 
kissed one swollen nipple and then the next. 
   
   “Isn’t reality better?” Agatha breathed as she moved 
over her friend, trailing kisses down her friend’s tummy. 
She was growing impatient. Her very limited experience 
with girls did not include something very special. Now she 
was glad it didn’t! Straddling her lover’s body, Agatha 
eagerly thrust her face between spread legs!
   
   “Oh Agatha!” Jennifer cried as inquisitive lips more 
then made up for their inexperience! “I love you!” She had 
to crane her neck a bit, and pull that pretty little hiney 
closer, but Jennifer managed to complete the classic sixty-
nine position! The young lovers moaned into each other in 
pure delight, each trying to out do the other in bringing 
pleasure to her partner!
   
   Agatha hoped Jennifer didn’t mind the fact that she still 
had quite a bit of Coach Witherspoon’s hermaphrodite 
cream still oozing from her body. Thankfully she’d only 
think Wally was the culprit! She pushed that thought out of 
her mind as her tongue darted ever deeper to tease 
Jennifer’s precious folds.
   
   Jennifer sighed in heavenly bliss. She had read online 
somewhere that doggie cum had a sharper, more metallic 
taste then human. Her lovely Agatha’s pretty pussy had the 
distinct flavor of semen. Jennifer was positive it came from 
a man! Her little pixy was holding out on her! She didn’t 
mind though. Her various ‘clients’ had given her a rather 
strong appetite for the stuff! Her ministrations became 
more frantic, as she tried her best to consume every drop 
from her naughty little friend! 
   
   They writhed together. Agatha pushing herself against 
the tender lips of her lover, while doing her best to give the 
same joy she was receiving. Jennifer gasped. Her petite 
friend was making it rather difficult to breath, but that 
didn’t matter in the least! Neck getting a little sore, she 
resisted the urge to pull back and catch a clear breath! She 
didn’t have much longer to wait! 
   
   Agatha humped wildly against Jennifer’s lovely face. 
She was so close! Her darting tongue attacked her gorgeous 
lover’s pearl of a clitty in a frantic frenzy of passion. Both 
girls cried out together! Their flushed bodies trembled as 
the power of their love unleashed! Tongues lashed and 
panting faces were bathed in sweet nectar as they were 
consumed by orgasmic bliss!
   
   “Oh wow!” Agatha finally gasped as she rolled off of 
her lover’s still trembling body and crawled around to lay 
next to her. “That was wonderful! Thank you, Jennifer!”
   
   “You’re thanking me?” The older girl was trying to 
fight back tears. “Pretty girl, that was better then I ever 
dreamed it could be! It was worth waiting years for!”
   
   Agatha blushed nearly as red as her hair. “I’m so glad, 
Jen! You never have to wait again. You’re my girlfriend, 
and I love you! We can do this every day for the rest of our 
lives!” Without thinking she grabbed her lover’s arm and 
began to kiss the narrow taper of the stump. 
   
   Jennifer giggled. Her clients, no matter how strange, 
seemed to hold her injuries in fearful awe. Many of them 
actually refused to even touch her stumps. Not her little 
Agatha! “Slow down!” she cautioned. “You’re going to 
choke!”
   
   The redhead was going cross-eyed, as she attempted to 
take more and more of Jennifer’s arm into her mouth! 
Wally was big, but once she got past the narrow start of 
Jennifer’s arm, her lips were stretched to the maximum! 
She could only just get the rounded wrist to touch the back 
of her throat before she gagged and gave up. “It’ll fit!” she 
managed to gasp, drool running down her quivering chin. 
“Come on Jen! Fuck me with your giant cock!”
   
   “Are you serious?” She watched as the petite redhead 
spread her legs as wide as she could. “I don’t want to hurt 
you!”
   
   “Sure I’m serious! A baby’s head is way wider then 
your arm!” she smiled prettily. “Please Jen? I just want to 
see what it’s like! Besides, look how wet I am! I’m ready 
for you!”
   
   The older girl smiled. “You are insatiable! Not that I 
mind!” she lowered the saliva glistening stump to the 
lovely flower of Agatha’s sweet little pussy. “I guess this is 
sloppy seconds. Maybe even sloppy thirds!” She placed the 
narrow stump against her lover’s precious opening. “Just 
relax sweetheart!”
   
   The redhead trembled as Jennifer slowly increased 
pressure. “It, it’s going in!” she cried as she was penetrated. 
“It, it’s so big!”
   
   Jennifer smiled wickedly as she pushed more of her 
arm into the warm tightness. “Whose cock is bigger?” she 
teased. “Mine, Wally’s, or the guy who pumped you full of 
his jizz?”
   
   “You, you knew it wasn’t Wally’s?” 
   
   “Don’t be silly! I’m a pro, remember?” she giggled. “I 
know what a man’s semen tastes like!”
   
   Agatha squealed her laughter. “Some pro!” she gasped. 
“W-What would you say if I told you that wasn’t a man’s 
junk? I, I was fucked by an actual real hermaphrodite!”
   
   Jennifer froze, four inches of arm buried deep inside her 
lover. “You have got to be shitting me! Who is it? Can I 
meet him, uh, her, um, whatever?”
   
   Agatha resisted the urge to burp. It was quite a bit too 
late for Jennifer to meet the late Coach Witherspoon. An 
odd thought entered her mind. Would she find a little tiny 
skull in the toilet next time she had to poop? That would be 
weird! “Sorry Jen, the bitch was the one who actually raped 
me. Wally did me a favor by getting my virginity first! 
Coach Witherspoon had to leave town suddenly, when she 
found out I stole her video of the event.”
   
   Jennifer pulled her arm free. “You poor baby!”
   
   “Wait! Don’t stop yet!” Agatha giggled. “Just because 
she raped me, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it! I know that 
sounds insane, but if she asked nicely, I probably would 
have done her just the same!”
   
   “Oh shit, you are weird!” Jennifer licked her stump 
before once again sliding into her lover’s trembling body. 
“I think you’re a little nympho, Agatha!”
   
   The redhead grinned. “And you sure love that, don’t 
you? Now arm me! Arm me good!”
   
   “Arm?”
   
   “Well, you don’t have a hand, so it can’t be fisting!” 
she whimpered as the limb began to pump in and out of 
her. “That’s so good! I, I bet that’s almost as good as 
fucking Jeff will feel!”
   
   Jennifer was a bit worried she would damage, or at least 
stretch out her petite friend, so she was very careful not to 
let more then a few inches of her limb enter Agatha’s 
straining body. She watched intently as her lover closed her 
eyes tight and bit her lower lip. “Should I slow down?” she 
asked softly, as Agatha whimpered.
   
   “No! This, this is nice! I’m gonna pop off real soon!”
   
   Neither of them heard the sound of breaking glass 
downstairs, as a window pane was broken out of the front 
door. Agatha’s moaning and whimpering hid the sounds of 
feet slowly coming up the stairs. 
   
   “That’s it Agatha!” Jennifer whispered as her friend 
grew closer to release. “Cum for me! Just let go and let my 
cock arm fuck you silly!”
   
   Agatha cried out, her little bottom bouncing on the bed, 
as Jennifer’s lovely arm forced her into another massive 
orgasm. Lost in the bliss of her release, she wasn’t able to 
react quickly enough!
   
   “You little pervert!” a voice called cheerfully from the 
doorway. “Look at you, abusing a little girl!” Miss Anna 
Primakov dashed into the room, and slapped Jennifer’s 
face. “I told you we had something special lined up for 
today!” she shouted as she grabbed the dazed Agatha’s 
arms and yanked her from the bed. “No matter. This little 
one should bring in more then enough new revenue to make 
up for being late!”
   
   Agatha struggled as she was bodily lifted from the bed. 
“Let me go, you fucking soviet spy cunt!” she cried, 
desperately trying to get at least one hand free to point at 
the woman.
   
   Anna only laughed. “Little one, are you even old 
enough to know about the late, unlamented, Union of 
Soviet Socialist Republics?” she grinned wickedly. “I am 
an American citizen now. I have fully grasped your 
capitalistic ways!” The physical therapist looked around the 
room, and spotted Agatha’s bathrobe. The powerfully built 
woman held Agatha’s wrists with one hand, while she 
pulled the sash free from the robe. 
   
   Jennifer watched in horror as her lover was forced face 
first onto the bed. The therapist knelt on Agatha’s back as 
she tied her hands firmly together. “Leave her alone!” she 
cried, as she threw herself bodily at the attacker. 
   
   Anna laughed as she backhanded Jennifer across the 
face. “What do you think you’re doing, you little cripple?” 
With a firm shove, she toppled Jennifer off of the bed. “Do 
you think you can fight a whole woman?” She went back to 
tying Agatha, actually hog-tying her, not realizing she had 
stumbled upon the best way to protect herself from the 
struggling girl. “The good news, my dear little cripple, is 
that your next client will be your last.” She smiled. “The 
bad news is, very soon you’ll be joining your sister and 
daddy in the afterlife!” 
   
   Agatha thrashed around on the bed, desperately trying 
to turn to point a finger at the intruder. “I won’t let you 
harm Jennifer!” she cried. She flopped around harder, only 
to reach the end of the bed. The redhead was knocked 
unconscious as she slipped over the side and her head hit 
the floor with a solid thump.
   
   Jennifer crawled over to her lover. “Agatha, I’m so 
sorry!” She reared up and spat at their tormentor. “Let her 
go! I’ll do whatever you want if you let Agatha go!”
   
   Anna laughed. “You’re correct, cripple. You’ll do 
whatever I want!” she went to the window and waved down 
to the street. “It does pay to have a backup.” 
   
   In moments, a mountain of a man entered the bedroom. 
The bald headed giant carried two large suitcases. “I wait in 
automobile.” He said in highly accented English. He 
grinned. “I know your tastes, dear sister.” He smiled 
broadly before turning to leave the room.
   
   “Thank you Makki! You know me too well!” Anna 
laughed as she opened one of the cases. “First class 
accommodations, for a cripple!” she pointed at the small 
oxygen bottle and water supply. I’d catheterize you, but I 
think this will work out just fine!” she pulled out a large 
diaper and laughed again. “The next light you two will see 
will be sunrise in the Fatherland!”
   
   Jennifer watched helplessly as the still form of her 
beloved Agatha was roughly diapered and then thrust into 
the waiting suitcase. Anna fitted an oxygen mask over the 
girl’s face before closing the case tight. 
   
   “You have me!” Jennifer wailed. “You don’t need 
Agatha too!”
   
   “Nonsense, little cripple.” She laughed. “I suspect your 
final client will take great joy in using his surgical skills to 
make her body a mirror of your own ruined form! As for 
you, I think he may plan on letting you feel the flames, just 
as your daddy and sister did six years ago!”
   
   
   
   End of part five