You collect (not for the faint of heart)

Ninja girl is cumming like crazy, her hands helplessly behind her back. Her big pink clit wiggles between your fingers, as it is giving her one last orgasm. You apply the full **** of the knife on her helpless pleasure bottom, and you separate it from the rest of her pussy in one swift cut. A bit of blood sprays down on your face.

You raise your hand holding her detached womanhood up to show her, you even got the hood of her clit in the cut. It is still wiggling between your fingers, but it is deflating fast as it already lost its pressure. Ninja girls’ eyes and mouth are wide open watching the center of her sexuality no longer attached; she still has a few orgasm craps left, before the pain kicks in. Her legs are still spread wide, exposing her now useless sex.

You keep watching her face, and you see the exact moment the pain hits her. Her face turns pale, and she screams. Her legs slam together, even though it is much too late for that. She rolls over, and curls into the fetal position, the tiny hands covering her now empty pussy. You enjoy watching the agony in her cute face and move closer to her. You have never seen such pain in a girls face before.

It is a full five minutes before ninja girl is able to speak a single word. “I… I didn’t take yours” she stutters. You poke her nose, with her former clit. It has shrunk to only a ¼ the size it had, when you tortured it earlier. “And I’m grateful you didn’t. I’m going to play with mine thinking about the fact that now you can’t”

Ninja girl gets up on her knees, and crawls to the corner of the room. She sticks her hand into a bag, you had not noticed before now. She finds some medical supplies and starts to tend to her bleeding crotch. She puts her hand in the bag again, while looking at you. For a second you are worried, she is going to pull out a gun and shoot you. She finally pulls something up from the bag. You recognize the object right away. It is an empty bottle. “For your prize” she says with a weak voice, and rolls the bottle to you.

You get up, and put your winnings into the bottle. You leave the room, with ninja girl quietly crying in the corner. This has been the hottest encounter of your life, but you still feel like you are going to miss out on something great for cutting the encounter short (all pun intended).