Charity knelt in front of Garnet, pressing her tongue between the ponygirl's labia. The sun was shining and a cool breeze was blowing off the ocean. Hazel knelt into the grass beside Charity and began to kiss gently along her neck, using her tongue to push Charity's hair out of the way as she moved closer.
Charity closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. She moved her head a little higher and started to tease Garnet's clitoris with the slick metal nubs in her tongue. She slid her right hand up Garnet's thigh and pushed her middle two fingers into the wet warmth of Garnet's sex, curling her fingers after sliding in a bit.
She no longer had thumbs.
It had been more than two weeks since Empusa had used her knife on Charity's hands. It still did not seem real. She no longer had thumbs.
Empusa had spoken truthfully. Charity had felt no pain. She may have even orgasmed. She had passed out the moment that she saw the first thumb separate from her hand. When she revived, her thumbs were gone.
There were no wounds to heal or even scars. There was no indication that she had ever had thumbs at all.
Hands look strange - alien, even - when they lack thumbs. She stared at her hands for hours afraid to touch anything with them. It took several days before she had the nerve to press the flesh where a thumb once emerged. There was no pain. There was no indicator beneath the skin that she had once had thumbs - no bone stub. Nothing. They had been erased from existence.
Regardless of Charity's trauma, life went on as usual in the menagerie. (tick) harnessed Charity and chained her to the ponygirls for daily runs - a pouch attached, filled with dried vegetable pellets to eat. Charity's hands were shaking the first time she pulled the pellets from the pouch, dropping half on the ground as they slipped through her clumsy fingers.
She held her mutilated hands up for Hazel and Garnet to see, but they didn't even seem to understand that her hands were different from what they had once been. What do armless ponygirls know about the natural shape of hands?
Charity no longer spent her days talking endlessly. Perhaps, that was Empusa's goal - to shut her up. She still talked to herself from time to time, but not merely to be annoying. Empusa seemed content to wait for Charity's transformation to complete. Charity was beginning to feel it was inevitable too. She knew she was losing words.
She thought about what people would think when she returned home with no thumbs. How would she take notes when her patients visited her? That thought only bothered her until she realized that she could no longer remember why she had patients. She could remember sitting with them in an office and asking probing questions about the dark spaces in their lives. This had been something that she had trained many years to do, but she could no longer remember exactly what her goal was or how someone chose to utilize whatever service it was that she provided. She couldn't remember her job title.
As the sun began to slide towards the horizon, the ponygirls would become keen to eat something more than the dry, vegetable pellets and they would turn back towards the menagerie. Charity would quickly match their pace as they jogged back towards the building that housed the animalized women. (tick) would unchain Charity as Hazel and Garnet kissed her one last time for the day.
(tick) would remove the dusty harness. Charity would stand quietly as her handler washed the dirt from her naked skin with a pleasant smelling soap and hand fed her fruit. She held cups of water to Charity's lips and lovingly tipped the containers to allow Charity to drink her fill. Finally, she would lead Charity to her cell, closing the barred door, turning the key to set the bolt, and bidding a parting wave until the next day.
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Late one afternoon, a collection of handlers entered Killdoll's cell and began to strap her into the upside-down Y frame. Charity immediately started trembling in fear, worried that Empusa would soon arrive and lop off another body part. She started to feel a little relieved when the handlers wheeled Killdoll out of her cell and through the exterior doors of the menagerie.
Unfortunately, moments later, Empusa arrived with six guards. They made their way straight over to Charity's cell.
"Are you an animal yet?" Empusa said with a smirk on her face.
"Fuck you," Charity replied, quietly.
"Ah, I guess not. And, you are pleasant as ever, I see," Empusa said.
The guards opened the cell, entered and grabbed Charity by her arms.
"What the hell do you want?" Charity asked.
"It's a beautiful afternoon for faeries, don't you think?" Empusa said. "Are you horny? Of course you are."
Charity noticed that one of the guards had a pair of fetters connected with a thick chain. Charity glanced down at her hands. Maybe now that she had no thumbs she would be able to slip right out of a pair of cuffs.
Two guards pulled Charity's arms behind her back as the third approached with the fetters. Unfortunately, Charity felt the cuff tighten around her upper arm just above her elbow, not her wrist. As the second cuff was applied to her other arm, the guards manipulated Charity's forearms behind her so that each hand was grasping the opposite elbow. Leather straps were wrapped tightly around her forearms, locking them into a strict box tie.
Empusa looked down at Charity's chest. "Just like your sister said. Your body loves a little bondage."
Charity flushed and looked down at her naked breasts with her nipples swollen in arousal. "Fuck you!" she said, once again.
"You'll love this," Empusa said as she produced a chain, shaking it out. "Custom measured to fit your nasty little mouth." Empusa roughly grabbed Charity's face, squeezing her cheeks so that her mouth was open. "Stick out your tongue!"
Charity didn't really see any reason to resist. The six guards standing around would likely force Charity to do whatever Empusa wanted anyway. Maybe if the Queen became a little complacent, Charity could bite her.
As soon as Charity stuck out her tongue, Empusa hooked the chain through the ring embedded in the tip of her tongue. She dropped the chain and its weight yanked Charity's tongue a little further. The chain branched into two about halfway down, and each arm ended in a flattened clamp.
"Ahhh!" Charity grunted. And she moaned even louder when Empusa attached each clamp tightly to each of Charity's nipples. Charity tried to pull her tongue back into her mouth, but the chain was too short to stretch from her chest into her mouth, so she was left looking down with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
The guards holding Charity's arms pushed her forward and marched her out of the menagerie as drool started to drip down her chin.
