"It doesn't smell very strong, cheers!"

"It doesn't smell very strong, cheers!" Sandra said with a giddy smile as she turned and raised her glass.

Karen smiled back as she picked hers up and toasted the lip of her drink against Sandra's, "To the Clit Hunter!" She exclaimed jokingly before both women brought their drinks to their lips.

Sandra looked over her glass at Karen with a knowing look in her eye as she drank. It wasn't mixed strong at all, it was obvious to Sandra that Karen didn't plan on being drunk for when she enacted her plan to take Sandra's precious girl pearl. Karen set her drink down on the bar and Sandra set hers beside it and realized that Karen's drink was still full while her own was now half empty.

"Oh, I **** them both, silly," Karen said matter-of-factly, "Have you never watched Princess Bride before?"

The floor was becoming unstable under Sandra's feet, "Geez, really?" she muttered as she began to sway on shaky legs.

"Inconceivable!" Karen joked as the redheaded babe took hold of Sandra under her arm, steadying her and guiding her to the living room, "Here, let's get you on the couch before you fall down, babe."

Sandra rapidly succumbed to the potent cocktail that Karen **** her with, woozily stumbling with her to the couch and collapsing onto it with her legs spread. Her arms, legs, and head all feeling too heavy to lift or move.

"What a big clit you've got, Tammie," Karen said as she snapped a pic with her phone, the flash affecting Sandra's blurry vision, "It's definitely a keeper. Well, you won't be keeping it I'm afraid." Karen laughed as she knelt between Sandra's splayed legs and began to give it some playful licks before suckling it in earnest.

*****

Sandra woke up in bed with a terrible hangover, her head throbbing with an intense headache, "Oh my head, what happened last night..." She muttered.

When she tried to sit up a pang of dull pain radiated from her groin, "Ouch," She muttered to herself and pulled the comforter back to find that she was naked. Looking between her legs she saw a bandage there, "What the hell?"

Then the reality of the situation struck her as she realized she was still in the mysterious house that Karen had brought her to. That bitch nabbed my clit, she thought as she peeled the bandage back to confirm it- Between the cleft of outter vaginal lips where her plump clitoris should have been was nothing but a stitched void.

"Cindy's not gonna let me live this down," Sandra muttered and smoothed the bandage back into place. She could hear her girlfriend's voice already in her aching, hangover suffering brain- "I told you this would happen, I told you you'd lose your clit trying copy the Clit Hunter."