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The Clit Hunter Reaches a Milestone

Ever since the clit hunter craze first started sweeping through the city I was both scared and excited by it; the thought that my precious girl pearl was in danger of being added to the clit hunter's collection gave me goose bumps and made me incredibly wet all at the same time. I feel certain that the clit hunter is a woman, at least I like to imagine so based upon the leads of the law enforcement investigation to apprehend her.

Attending the clit hunter festivals that were being held in her honor has become a bit of an addiction of mine; on one hand I get to mingle with her victims who were always happy to recount their fateful encounter with the clit hunter and how they were adjusting to their new life without a clitoris, on the other hand these gatherings seemed to be prime targets for the clit hunter or her possible copy cats who preyed on the women in attendance. Either way, the experience always had me at peak arousal which further encouraged me to be more adventurous with each outing; once I even bought a "CUT MY CLIT" shirt from one of the vendors and daringly wore it, that got me a lot of attention (hahaha).

That brings me to where we're at today; it's nearly midnight on a Saturday and I'm out with a friend of mine at another festival, this one is in celebration of the clit hunter's 500th reported victim. Many of the partying girls around us are wearing shirts that say "500 and counting" with an arrow pointing down to their clits. This is Cindy's first experience at a festival and she was a bit taken aback by the whole spectacle of it at first, but soon the playful vibe and atmosphere thick with arousal won her over and in spite of her nervousness she actually began having a good time. We even became fast friends with another group of women who had come together; Rachael, whom I had bumped into at a few of these festivals before had brought along Teri and Steph for their first experience as well.

"Okay, Jean, you were right, this is fun," Cindy smiled at me as the music began to quiet down a bit, "Still it's kinda crazy… All those women who have lost their clitties and here we are celebrating it."

I laughed and smiled, "But we've still got ours for now, may as well live it up, right?" I said with a teasing wink. "It's exciting though, isn't it?"

"It is… But it's crazy how much it's turning some of these girls on," she replied with a blush.

"Not that crazy," I said, keeping my smile, "I get so wet at these things that I stopped wearing panties, they just get soaked."

Rachael grinned and nodded her head guiltily, "Yeah, me too!"

"No way," Steph raised her eyebrows, looking from Rachael to me, "You're not wearing panties with a skirt that short at a place like this? I don't believe it."

"Go on, check me," I said and placed my hands on my hips, spreading my legs invitingly.

Teri, who I was pretty sure was attracted to me by the way we had been flirting all evening, took the challenge and stepped up in front of me. I sighed lustily as her slender fingers found nothing but my very wet pussy under my short black skirt, "Wow, she ain't lying," Teri laughed, then gave me a sly grin as she took hold of my very sensitive, very engorged clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, "You know, if I were the clit hunter you'd be giving me very easy access right now."

"That's the point," I said as I ran my finger under her chin and caressed it with my thumb for a moment, "It's all part of the fun, you should try it."

"Not for me, no thanks," Cindy replied, looking more than a little surprised by my brazen behavior.

Teri withdrew her probing fingers and gave my fragrant juices a whiff while giving me a lusty gaze, "I just might," She gave her fingers a playful lick and smiled.

Rachael finished her drink and glanced around for a moment, "Looks like they'll be dispersing soon on account of the curfew, I'm gonna grab another round before they shut down the bar."

"I'll come with you," Teri said, biting her lip playfully before turning to join her friend.

Cindy and I were both lesbians, but not together in that way. I was pretty sure she was into Steph, the slender redhead was absolutely gorgeous. "What about you, do think it's exciting that the clit hunter is here, that one of these women is probably her next victim?"

Steph looked evenly from me to Cindy and shrugged, "Yeah, I guess… But who knows if she even is, right? I mean if there was a REAL chance, a real risk I think that would could be pretty hot."

Cindy's blushed cheeks reddened a bit more, "Really? The idea of a girl losing her, uh, clit turns you on too?"

"I wouldn't have come if it didn't," she laughed. "I always wondered what it would be like to have a girlfriend that was snipped, you know? I'm kinda a dom in that way, a total top. The thought of having a cute girl like you, but a clitless submissive eating me out without wanting anything in return turns me on."

I smiled at Cindy as she nervously adjusted her skirt; Steph was really pushing all the right buttons right now, Cindy's arousal was evident by her very erect nipples poking against her t-shirt, "Um, that could be hot…" Her voice trailed off as the dominant young woman laughed teasingly.

"I mean, if you were my girlfriend I wouldn't want you to get your clit snipped," Steph said sweetly, gently taking Cindy by her wrist and pulling her closer to her, "But if you did happen to lose it I wouldn't mind that either… It'd just be more fun for me." She winked before kissing my blushing best friend on the lips. It took a moment as the shy girl accepted Steph's embrace, but she soon followed her lead and began to kiss her back. Damn, and here I am as the third wheel, I laughed to myself.

When Rachael and Teri returned with our last round of drinks Cindy and Steph were full on making out, "Woah, hey love birds, you'll never guess what just happened," Rachael said with an excited look in her eyes, peaking my interest.

"You ran into the clit hunter and she cut off both your cum buttons?" Steph asked with a sly grin before turning to kiss Cindy once more, her eyes half hooded with lust.

"Not exactly…" Rachael said while holding up what appeared to be a very fancy envelope, "But she did invite us to an after party, all five of us."

"What?" Rachael handed me the envelope and I opened it to reveal an elegantly handwritten invitation on thick parchment which I read aloud for the other girls, "I am glad to see you have been enjoying the festivities celebrating my milestone cutting, now I cordially invite you to celebrate with me in true clit hunter fashion."

I looked puzzled, there was no way this could be real, but the beating of my heart and level of authenticity of this invitation felt very real, I continued reading, "This is a onetime offer which I have never made for anyone else, in order to proceed you must all be in, ready, and willing to participate. Together we shall experience what you've only been able to fantasize about," I raised my eyebrows, "And then it says there is a limo waiting for us near the main entrance to the festival…"

"No way…" Steph said, her eyes wide with excitement, "Like, we'll get to see her, to celebrate with her?"

"Sounds like more than that…" Cindy said nervously, "It sounds like we'd be participating… Like, she may be after all of our clits."

Rachael grinned, she was the most excited, "Or she may be inviting us to watch her collect a girl's fun button- I mean, look around, we're surrounding by horny fanatics who would love to let the clit hunter snip them!"

It sounded plausible to me, "I think I'm in," I said looking back to the invitation I was holding, I was getting goose bumps again, feeling a rush like I had never experienced before, "But, we all have to be in for this to happen…"

Rachael laughed, "I'm definitely in!"

Teri looked at me with a sly smile, "If any of us end up getting snipped I'm betting it will be you, Jean, and I'd like to enjoy the show when it happens. Yeah, I'm in."

Steph had a look of confidence as she declared "Of course I'm in."

All eyes were on Cindy, who was biting nervously at her bottom lip, we were all a little tipsy at this point, a bit intoxicated on both the alcohol and the constant state of excitement and arousal in the air, "I don't know…" she sighed nervously.

Steph laughed and kissed Cindy passionately once more, it was clear that she was putty in the dominant girl's hands, "Cindy is in too, aren't you?" She said as she gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Yes…" She sighed the word.

"Wonderful!" Rachael said happily and clapped her hands together, "Let's go then, shall we?"

As we made our way through dispersing crowd of attendees I really didn't expect there to actually be a limo waiting on us. I realized as we made our way out through the festival grounds entrance that a big part of me hoped it wouldn't be; as excited as I was at having a hell of story and experience to share I was very nervous and apprehensive at the same time. The open area outside the gates had nice breeze blowing through that made my excited, bare clitoris tingle under my skirt as the cold air teased against it. I shuddered in both a reaction of the stimulation and the sight of the long, shiny black limousine, "Fuck… It's really there," I half whispered, half said to myself.

"Holy shit," Rachael said in awe with the same tone of shock.

A beautiful woman wearing a fancy black pant-suit greeted us with a smile when she saw us all freeze in our tracks, she opened the limo door for us invitingly and motioned for us to come forward, "Ladies, please, this way."

Steph was the first to step forward, leading Cindy by the hand. Rachael and I gave each other uncertain looks; sensing our apprehension the driver grinned, "Come on ladies, I promise I don't bite. You know who is waiting to meet you!"

"Fuck it," I sighed and together we all filed into the limo, ready to set off on our little adventure, all curious to see just how far down this rabbit hole will go.

The driver closed the door behind us and for a moment we all just kind of looked at each other while trying to be as casual as possible. The interior of the limousine was exquisite and quite spacious; it occurred to me that I had never been inside one before, not even for prom. An open bottle of champagne was icing on a bar in the center with five thin glasses; Steph retrieved the bottle and examined the ornate label that adorned it,

"Oh, wow," She smiled and smelled the contents, "Mmm this is the good stuff."

Before we started to pull forward the dividing privacy window between us and the limo driver rolled down, "I nearly forgot - The invitation please?" she held up a white gloved hand and I smiled courteously as I leaned forward and handed it to her, "Thank you," she said, "And please, the champagne is complimentary. It's six hundred dollars a bottle, what better way to calm the nerves? Do enjoy!"

"You don't have to tell me twice," Steph laughed and began filling the five champagne glasses.

"My nerves could use some calming," I said and crossed my legs, my tingling clit feeling very vulnerable all of a sudden.

"Mine too," Rachael said with an anxious smile as the limo started moving.

Teri laughed, "You two were the ringleaders who were so excited for this meeting, don't tell me you're scared."

We all shared a laugh and then toasted our glasses once they were all topped off. "To the clit hunter," Steph said. "The clit hunter," we all repeated in unison and took a long savoring drink of the champagne. Mmmm it really was good, strong and fragrant, not too sweet. I smiled and held my glass up to watch the little bubbles rising to the top before having another long taste of it. Being on edge for as long as I was I felt an immense level of sexual tension built up inside of me, if I didn't get off soon I was going to explode. What exactly did I get myself into, was I going to see a girl get snipped, was I going to participate? Fuck, I just wanted to cum so bad, it's hard to think about anything else. It did not take long before my inhibitions began to subside and I started to feel a bit wild, wow, this really was the good stuff.

"I wonder how exactly she'll be celebrating her 500th victim," Steph said, then downed the last of her champagne. "She's obviously sparing no expense."

I finished mine and set my glass down, although I could have used another glass I was more focused on the situation happening between my legs that demanded my attention. The other girls gave me lusty looks as I leaned back into my seat and hiked my short skirt up, revealing my very prominent clitoris and labia, "I don't know, but I can't take it anymore, all this build up is gonna make me explode!"

Rachael grinned and followed my example and together we began slowly masturbating ourselves, me with my pussy out in the open for the other women to admire, Rachael with her hand down the front of her pants. Teri smiled, "Get it in while you can, Jean, this'll be the last time you get to play with your clit. There's no way the clit hunter hasn't noticed how hard you've been begging for the big snip."

I arched my back and laughed, my fingers caressing and stimulating my thick, delicate pink organ, "When the night ends with your clit in her collection and mine right here between my legs I'm going to enjoy having you lick it knowing you'll never cum again," I replied teasingly, already feeling a powerful orgasm warming up between my thighs.

"With five clits," Cindy said matter-of-factly.

"What with five clits?" Steph said with a cocked eyebrow.

"You asked how will she be celebrating her 500th victim? With five clits. She's going to cut us all at the same time," Cindy said in the same matter of fact manner.

God, I was getting so close to cumming, I began rubbing my little man in the boat with real enthusiasm now, my thighs beginning to tremble, I was focusing entirely on the release that was coming very soon.

"Huh, I don't think so," Steph said defiantly, "I'm not letting anyone fuck with my clit, not going to happen."

Cindy just shrugged impassively, still holding her champagne glass which was still full, Rachael and Teri where now looking at her, suddenly very worried she was on to something, "You already did, Steph, you all did."

So close, pre-orgasmic spasms were starting to ripple through my pussy and abdomen, almost there…

"It's like I was the only one listening to any of the stories… Seriously? How am I the only one that gets it?" Cindy examined her champagne, now Steph's confidence was starting to waiver,

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"This was my first event and every clitless girl had a very similar story, they meet a sexy mysterious woman, they have a drink, they wake up and 'oops, where's my clit?'" Cindy laughed, "Whatever. You were right about one thing though, I really don't mind the idea of being a clitless sub, especially at the hands of the clit hunter, I mean, what a story right?" She smiled and downed her glass as the other women watched with stunned expressions.

Starting… To… Cum… Oh no, fuck, I'm losing it- The tingling feelings between my legs begins to rapidly subside as a long slow wave of numbing warmth starts to wash over my body, "What the fuck…" I open my eyes to see the other girls starting to fade as well, all except for Cindy who smiles warmly at me holding her empty glass.

"Too bad you didn't get off," She said as Steph, Rachael, and Teri all sank into the limo's plush cushions limply as they went into a sedated slumber, "Because I'm pretty sure that was your last chance. Oh well, at least you'll realize your secret fantasy." Cindy's sympathetic smile was the last thing I saw before my vision blurred and I was out.

I awoke from my crazy clit hunter dream to the ringing and vibrating of my phone on the night stand next to my bed. As I reached for it, cracking open my tired eyes, I nearly knocked a lamp from the night stand that shouldn't have been there, "Who the hell is calling me at three in the morning," I grumbled as I saw the time displayed on my phone, my mind in the fog of just waking up. The caller ID showed Cindy's name, "Damn it, Cindy."

I hit the green button and answered, "Cindy, come on… What is it?" My head hurt, my eyes hurt, the echoes of that crazy dream rang in my head but the details were already fading.

"What room are you in?" She replied, not making any sense, what room am I in?

"My bedroom, what? It's three in the morning, where do you think I am, I'm still in bed." I like Cindy, it wasn't like her to bother me like this unless it wasn't important. Maybe she's in trouble or drank too much and needs a ride home. I focused on clearing my head to understand what she was after.

"I'm in room 204, check and see what room you're in, I'll come to you." She still wasn't making sense.

"What? Do you need a ride or something, I'm home, it will take a me a minute to get ready but I'll be there. What do you mean room 204, are you in a hotel?"

"Yes," She laughed, "Jeez, you just woke up didn't you? I've been up for an hour or so, it takes a while for your head to clear."

Still not making sense. I stood up and traced my hand along the wall where my light switch should be but didn't find one, instead I found a door that shouldn't be there. What the hell…

"You're in a hotel. I'm in the hotel too. Figure out which room you're in and I'll come to you."

Finally my hand found a switch and I flipped it on, sure as hell this wasn't my bedroom, "What… What the hell, Cindy?"

I looked around at what was a very nice hotel room, definitely upscale. Silk sheets and linens, I noticed I was wearing a silk robe with a silk belt tied around my waist that I had never seen before let alone recall putting on. How drunk did I get, did I black out? No, that's not right, I hadn't done that since college.

I opened the door to check my room number but stopped when I saw Cindy standing in the hallway a few doors down from me facing the opposite direction, she was wearing a silk robe just like mine.

"Behind you," I said and hung up my phone, she turned and saw me and started heading my way.

"I'm glad you came out when you did, I let my door close behind me, now it's locked," She said with a silly smile and a shrug.

I quickly rushed her into my room and shut the door. I latched the lock and sighed heavily, "Okay, nothing makes sense, what's going?" I asked.

"Wow, you really are still foggy aren't you?" Cindy bit her bottom lip for a moment, at this point looking at her I was more frustrated and confused than anything, "Okay," She said and took a deep breath, "Do you remember the festival? Getting in the limo with Steph, Teri, and oh, what's the bossy girl's name?"

My heart sank, "Rachael…" Fuck. It wasn't a dream. I remembered now, "We were at the festival, they got an invitation… I remember getting in the limo…" It was all starting to come back piece by piece, "…the clit hunter."

Cindy bit her bottom lip again then slowly started untying her robe, I knew what she was about to show me but there was no way… My legs got a little shaky so I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as she opened her silky robe and let it slide off her shoulders to pool on the floor around her feet. My eyes drifted down from my best friend's perky tits to her pierced belly button then on to her freshly shaved pubic mound. She parted her labia and displayed her pussy for me and instantly I felt my nipples get rock hard. Her underdeveloped labia were juicy and pink, but above them was nothing but an angry line held closed by four or five stitches where her little clit should have been. Despite the tragedy that had befallen Cindy's love button I felt my pussy begin to tingle and moisten, suddenly the unrealized orgasm I had been so close to attaining hours before had me getting hot and horny.

"Wow, it's really gone," I said, staring at her clitless pussy more lustily than I intended, "I'm so sorry, Cindy…" Even as I said the words part of me was already thinking about finishing what I had started earlier and just Jill myself until I squirted all over these fine sheets.

Cindy cracked a sideways smile, "Yeah, you're real torn up over it, aren't you?" She laughed at how obviously aroused I was, "It's okay, you're obviously still foggy so it's not setting in yet, I know this is quite unexpected for you."

To my surprise she knelt between my legs and gently pressed my knees apart, slowly tugging my silky belt loose, "I really am sorry, Cindy," I said while my mind and body both pleaded for her to burry that pretty face of hers between my legs, "It is unfortunate, but I guess it's not that unexpected… We were supposed to meet the clit hunter after all…"

"Mmhmm," Cindy said as she pushed my robe open then gently spread my pussy, the sideways smile returning to her face, "I guess you want me to play with your big clitty, don't you?"

The way she said it made me feel very guilty, but yes I did, "Only if you're up for it." I said while trying my best not to sound selfish.

"Well, if we ever do get meet the clit hunter maybe she'll let me," Cindy said as she ran her fingers over a sore and bristly area of my pussy, "She has so many in her collection now I'm sure she'd let me play with yours."

I looked down to see that the bristly spot Cindy touched was a row of stitches very similar to hers, only I had about twice as many to close the gap where the large glans of my clitoris should be nestled under its thick fleshy hood. For a long moment I watched wordlessly as my juices seeped from between my engorged labia while Cindy gently touched and explored my altered genitals. It was gone… The clit hunter collected my favorite toy, my multi-orgasmic cum button, it was really gone. The center of my sexuality was now her trophy, what struck me the most about the realization was how something so important to me is not even a special trophy for her… It's just one of over five hundred… And even when it was taken from me, it wasn't even the center of attention for her, I was just one of five women she snipped. Wow…

"The others?" I finally asked.

"Oh, their pussies match ours, rest assured," Cindy said then gave my neat row of stitches a gentle kiss, "It's funny how you all thought it was so thrilling risking your clitties, I personally don't get it. Then again, I'm not sure if I really have ever had an orgasm. It's just not that important to me."

I thought about it for a moment, "I remember now… You knew, didn't you? You knew the moment we got in the limo and saw the champagne." I laughed and laid back onto the silky smooth bed, by full breasts exposed and my nipples hard enough to cut glass, "Well, now we're like you I suppose."

"Yup, but at least you have a great story to share to the other crazed clit hunter fanatics," Cindy said teasingly and laughed.

After a moment I laughed again, "I'm sure Steph is the most angry, hard to be a 'dominant top' when you don't have anything for your sub to service."

Cindy laughed guiltily, "Is it bad that that was my first thought when I realized mine was gone and laughed?"

So the clit hunter continues to live on in infamy! As word of the five girls who lost their pearls hit the news and social media many began to wonder and speculate how the clit hunter would celebrate the milestone of a thousand snipped clits. Perplexing to public authority, an online petition has been started by fanatical ladies pleading to sacrifice their precious love buttons as part of the big celebration. One thing is for sure, where there's a will, there's a way so it's certain that where there are ripe clitorises eager to be harvested the clit hunter will be soon to oblige!

Special and sincere thanks to Haremgirl for allowing me to take my favorite clit hunter out for a spin :)

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