Lois Lane—The Genoshan Scoop

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and sexual violence (nc, FF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Credits: This story is based on a story idea suggested by The Sexecutor. Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, Perry White, Morgan Edge, Cat Grant, and Superman (DC Comics), and Cameron Hodge, Magneto, Doctor Doom, the X-Men, and the country of Genosha (Marvel Enterprises) are Trademarked characters used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. All characters are fictional; any similarities to real people are coincidental. NOTE: Click on images to enlarge to full size.

Chapter 1. The Assignment

“Fuck me!” Lois Lane hissed angrily as she glanced up from the computer and, noticing the rest of the workstations in the room empty, looked at the clock. It was nearly 10:15, and the Monday morning staff meeting had been scheduled for 10 a.m. “I’m late again!” The petite, five-foot-six-inch tall, one-hundred-thirty-six pound, blue-eyed, long-haired brunette stood and pulled her brown pantsuit’s jacket over the white blouse covering her perfect-shaped B-cup breasts as she dragged her eyes from the clock.

“Crap!” the twenty-six year-old ace newspaper reporter spat as she grabbed her notebook and a pen. This always happened when she let Superman spend the weekend with her. Well, even if she had known the liaison would lead to yet another bout of tardiness, Lois wouldn’t have done differently. The ‘Man of Steel’ was scheduled to leave—had now left—for a two-week Justice League assignment on the far side of the galaxy. Getting laid had been the priority and Lois would not apologize for that. The spunky Pulitzer Prize winning reporter made no bones about the fact that she liked sex—liked sex a lot! Lois grinned as she hurried towards the small auditorium.

“…, so that’s why I think this could be one of the biggest stories of the year.” Perry White, Editor in Chief of the Daily Planet and News Coverage Coordinator for the Galaxy Broadcasting System (GBS) concluded as Lois opened the auditorium door and stepped into the room. “Vajda, there is going to be a lot of pressure on you to provide unbiased coverage of this potentially historic event…despite your personal feelings against this sort of thing.”

“What sort of thing, Perry?” Lois interjected as she hurried towards the last empty chair at the table in the front of the room. “Sorry I’m late! What event might be one of the biggest stories of the year, and why aren’t Clark and I being assigned to it?”

“Pardon me for not making everyone wait for you to join us, Lane,” Perry grumbled dourly as he glared at Lois while she took her seat. “The X-Men have been captured by agents of the island nation of Genosha. The male mutants of that group will be assigned to their work corps, but the females are going to be sold to the highest bidders at a public auction. Vajda is getting the slave auction assignment because the sale and processing of the women will make for great video, she is a television reporter, and Vajda has made the necessary preparations to be able to work without harassment in Islamic Fundamentalist nations like Genosha….”

“Clark and I have done plenty of stories in the Middle East, and we’ve worked with film crews before. Your best reporters should get such an important assignment! We’ll take Jimmy to do the filming!”

“Kent turned in a leave slip for a two-week vacation on Friday, Lois,” Perry spat gruffly back. “Additionally, while I might like to have you on the story, Lane, you aren’t known for your ability to keep your mouth shut when political sensibilities require discretion. There are going to be plenty of political sensibilities that could get bruised when it comes to selling American women at a public slave market in the Middle East…and the processing that follows. Besides, Lois, so far as I’m aware, you have NOT prepared yourself for working in today’s Islamic countries….”

“I’ve done plenty of stories without Clark Kent during my eleven years with the Daily Planet, Perry White, and you know it! Additionally, English is the adopted national language in Genosha. I see no reason for any special preparations and, I assure you, I can cover a slave auction without getting on a soap opera box about the evils of slavery. Like I said, you should….”

“I’m the Editor in Chief, Lane, and have been for twenty-two years. I’ve assigned Vajda Moumouri as the reporter covering the auction of the female members of the X-Men, and that’s final. Vajda, coordinate with the male video cameraman of your choice, and go now to….”

“Actually, White,” Morgan Edge, owner of the Galaxy Broadcasting System of which the Daily Planet was a subsidiary, interjected from his seat beside Perry, “if Lane is volunteering to take what could be a sketchy assignment, I’m going to overrule and give her the job. The optics of having a fit and well-groomed Caucasian like Lois covering the sale and processing of predominantly Caucasian American superheroines into white slavery are significantly more appealing than having a Semitic woman doing the reporting in a predominantly Semitic country. And Lane is right, she does have seniority! Now, I know you don’t like me interfering, Perry, but I’ve made up my mind. Get on with the next item on the agenda!”

Morgan Edge flashed a sly grin at Perry White before nodding to Lois and urging in a friendly tone, “Now, Miss Lane, if you are SURE you are fully prepared to take this potentially very dangerous assignment, I suggest you and Olsen leave the meeting and get with finance to make your travel arrangements ASAP. The slave auction is the day after tomorrow, so you need to get on a plane sooner rather than later. One last thing before you leave, Lane and Olsen. A lot of us will not agree with what Genosha is about to do to those mutants. However, what they’ll be doing will be legal in THEIR country. Stay off that soapbox you mentioned, Lane, and both of you obey the instructions of Genoshan government officials while you are their guests. I do not expect GBS to be making any apologies for our employees’ behavior!”

“Thank you, Mr. Edge!” Lois Lane gushed giddily as she stood from her still hardly warmed chair. “I promise you won’t regret this! The Genoshan government will never know how much I detest white slavery…I mean slavery…and they will be eager to let GBS cover breaking stories in their country in the future. Let’s go, Jimmy!”

“Great Caesar’s ghost!” Perry White spat with obvious disconcertment as Lois rushed out of the room. “I don’t think that girl has a clue about what she could be getting herself into. Someone get her back in here!”

“I’ll talk to her, Chief!” Jimmy Olsen exclaimed as he jumped to his feet.

“Watch yourself, Olsen!” Morgan Edge interjected before the cameraman could make it to the door. “You will NOT tell Lane she shouldn’t do something because she has girl parts, whether that’s instead of boy parts or just parts. That would be sexual harassment, and lead to a quick dismissal. Just help her make whatever preparations she can make before your plane leaves.”

“Fine, Mr. Edge,” Jimmy replied back with irritation evident on his face. “It’s not as if you can talk Lois out of covering a story because of possible danger…and there isn’t time to get her to make the kind of preparations you just told me not to mention to her anyhow! Don’t worry! Lane and I will come back with one heck of a story!”

“Something tells me that THAT is going to be the understatement of the year!” Perry White spat with obvious concern on his face as he picked up his notebook. “Next on the agenda is the coverage of the Mayor’s announcement that he will be running for another term. Cat….”

Chapter 2. The Wager

Genoshan Airlines Flight 1296 out of Metropolis landed at the Hammer Bay International Airport, on the island of Genosha just northeast of Madagascar, at 3 p.m. local time the next day with Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen aboard. Lois was wearing a conservative long-sleeved blue dress that covered her shapely legs to mid-calf, and her head was adorned with a face mask left over from the Corona virus scare, a hair scarf, and sunglasses. At Lois’s insistence, Jimmy was dressed in a black business suit with a white shirt and grey tie, and also wearing sunglasses. Few people would be able to recognize the twenty-two-year-old, six-foot-two-inch-tall, two-hundred-ten-pound, muscular, blue-eyed, red-headed photographer as Superman’s freckle-faced pal.

As the two colleagues hurried towards the baggage terminal, Lois asked for the umpteenth time, “So it’s a bet then? If I don’t admit that I got in over my head when I took this story by the end of day tomorrow, I get cunnilingus twice a day for the next week and a half. I was wondering how I was going to stay sane until Superman got back from his space mission!”

“Yes, Lois,” Jimmy dryly replied yet again with obvious frustration, “you’ve got yourself another bet. THIS time, I think you’re going to regret your foolishness. You should have listened to what I had to say with an open mind, AND with the wisdom to recognize that there was so VERY much I couldn’t say, being a guy, without getting myself in hot water. Hell, even taking your bet could get me fired.”

“I won’t tell anyone…again…if you don’t…this time,” Lois chortled softly as they rounded the corner to the baggage offload stations. “And I did listen, just like I did when you told me that playing in the strip poker tournament in Las Vegas last year would see my tits splashed all over the internet and me fired from my job. I never even lost my skirt, let alone my bra! You pissed me off, though, when you told my sister, Lucy, who helped you improve your oral sex skills! DON’T do it again!” The corner of Lane’s mouth twitched as Jimmy reacted to her coarse ‘army brat’ language with an initial blush followed by a sheepish smile.

“I don’t think that will be a problem, Lois,” Olsen spat back with a wicked grin on his face as he started stacking luggage in front of them. “I’m pretty sure that this time you are going to be getting fucked twice a day for the next week and a half…no matter how sore you are. Seeing as it’s too late for you to back out of the bet, even if we never leave the airport, I’ll give you one more piece of advice. Pay attention to the signage here in the airport and after we leave. First stop is the American Embassy to pick up our temporary visas and see what they are doing, if anything, to help the X-Men. PORTER! Over here!”

“We were hoping to talk to Ambassador Fredricks himself, Mr. Delany,” Lois explained tersely as she and Jimmy took seats before the portly middle-aged balding man’s desk. “I had assumed that the X-Men situation would be of major concern to the Embassy.”

“It would have been a few months ago, Miss Lane,” Delany admitted matter-of-factly. “However, the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals ruling on the Arcade case, which stipulates that because costumed vigilantes operate, by choice, outside the law, they do not deserve the protection of the law, takes the matter out of the hands of the American government. The X-Men, as costumed vigilantes, are on their own…even more so than the rest of the gene-jokes. You, Miss Lane, until the Ninth Circuit rules on the ACLU brief regarding vigilante affiliates, are another matter. What the hell are you doing in an Islamic Fundamentalist country like Genosha?”

“We’re here covering the X-Men’s female members’ slave auctions, just like all of the other international news outlets’ reporters in town,” Lois replied tersely, not at all happy about Delany’s reference to the ACLU brief, which could result in her own protection under the law being lost due to her relationship with Superman. “I’m sure you’ve been working your butts off preparing the special visas…speaking of which, can we have ours now?”

“Actually,” Delany explained with a mischievous grin on his face as he handed Lane and Olsen their respective visas, “while there were dozens and dozens of applications to the Genoshan government for visas to cover the slave auction from news agencies around the world, GBS was the only American agency to get an approved visa. Frankly, THAT visa application was disapproved until they replaced Moumouri with you, Lane, as the reporter. Furthermore, rumor has it that no reporters from any other country were granted special visas to cover the auction.”

“Now THAT seems more than a little unusual to me,” Jimmy observed softly as he looked through the small booklet.

“Unusual and suspicious,” Delany concurred as he shot the cameraman a look of approval. “This country, like so many others of its type, is getting unpredictable. You’ve brought your doctor’s certifications of circumcision?”

“I have,” Jimmy replied softly as he pulled a small slip of paper from his coat pocket and folded it into the visa booklet, “although, as far as I can tell, males don’t actually need them.” Then, before Delany could return his attention to Lois as she looked through her own special visa, Jimmy asked, “What do you mean unpredictable? Has something strange happened recently?”

“Well…I can’t say much…especially with you being reporters,” Delany replied, before explaining. “You are right about the certifications; they’re required to be carried by both genders simply to avoid accusations of gender bias.”

“Can you say more…about recent unpredictable events…if what you tell us is kept off the record?” Jimmy urged softly. “It might help us stay out of trouble. I swear we won’t quote you on anything. I’m just the cameraman and Miss Lane is busy figuring out how best to collect on a bet that was made between us.”

“Well, I guess I should give you some sort of heads up.” Delany admitted with a smirk on his face as his brown eyes locked onto Lois’s bosom. “Saylor Twift was here three weeks ago to do a pop concert. The venue got changed out of the tourist district at the last minute. Some irregularities occurred, and Twift was forced to conform to certain Islamic Fundamentalist laws related to female…errr…hygiene. She filed a complaint with the embassy…all we could do was tell her she should have read the warning signs. Twift also filed an injunction with the New York court system against the sale of some jewelry she feels should be hers. I can’t say more! Can I help in some other way?”

“Yes, Mr. Delany, you can stop staring at my tits!” Lois chided softly with a smirk on her face. “As my boyfriend is the only one I know of with x-ray vision, you are wasting your time anyhow. This is the most conservative outfit I own! If you’re curious though, they are only B-cups…at the moment…although as tight as my bra feels I may be wishing I had packed some of the C-cupped brassieres I need every once in a while. I must be gaining water weight due to too many missed workouts!”

“Sorry, Mr. Delany,” Jimmy cut in as the Embassy official blushed badly. “My feisty colleague’s father is a General in the Army, and she’s spent too much time around the latrines with soldiers. I assume Miss Lane could use some information for our story.”

“Yes, actually I could,” Lois Lane acknowledged with a sheepish shrug. “Although I think I know the answer to some of these questions, I need to have them properly sourced for the story that will come out of our auction coverage, which, from what you said is going to be a scoop for the Daily Planet.” Lois continued in her most professional tone as she made a show of turning on her tape recorder, “First, Mr. Samuel Delany of the American Embassy in Genosha, tell me about Genosha in general, and how mutants fit into Genoshan society in particular.”

“The island nation of Genosha has a population of about a half million, almost all of whom are Islamic Fundamentalists,” Delany answered with a broadening grin. “Most of the population has a very high standard of living due to an excellent economy and the lack of racial and political strife that characterizes most other countries in the region. English was adopted as the national language a decade ago. Genosha’s prosperity was built upon the enslavement of its mutant population. The gene-jokes are considered to be property of the state and their powers are put to use for both economic and military purposes.”

“Lately,” Delany added with a shrug, “the Genoshan government has taken to kidnapping mutants worldwide and forcing them to live here. The Genoshans now have so many mutants that only the males are added to the work/military force for everyday needs. Newly captured females are sold as domestic slaves, although there are laws allowing the government to nationalize them if needed, and the female domestic slaves are primarily used for breeding purposes. Naturally, these mutant female slaves, like most every other female on the island, are forced to conform to Islamic Fundamentalist customs in most every respect, including circumcision.”

“You’re warning me that we will be filming the sexual neutering of the female X-Men, tomorrow…post sale?” Lois asked with icy outward calmness.

“Yes, although I meant the warning to be broadly interpreted,” the embassy official replied, and then paused to let his sentence sink in. “I should say, I’m not certain with respect to the plans for the male X-Men. I think it is a safe assumption that the Genoshan government will collect semen samples from the men and then castrate…perhaps emasculate…them. They may or may not do that at the slave auction to put the fear of Allah into the X-Men’s women!”

“While I hope that neither the male or female X-Men are hurt,” Lois declared softly with obvious veracity, “Jimmy and I are here to cover every aspect of the slave auction. If the material justifies it, we have an ‘adult content’ news documentary cable channel, CGBS-AC, we can shift the feed to. Frankly, however, I don’t see the point in castrating humans…beyond just being cruel, I mean.”

“Why the reasons for castrating humans, especially gene-jokes, are the same as the reasons for castrating animals, of course, Miss Lane,” Delany observed with a knowing smirk on his face. “Obviously, gelding keeps the male slaves from breeding, but more importantly, from the viewpoint of the slave owners, in this case the Genoshan government, it makes the eunuchs much more complacent and manageable. Now, with respect to the female slaves, circumcision does not interfere with their breeding potential, but does effectively remove their desire for non-reproductive sex. Circumcision is also very effective in making females, whether slaves or wives and daughters, tractable. Additionally, some types of criminal behavior, such as pre-marital sex and adultery, virtually disappear from patriarchies enforcing Sunni Islamic laws pertaining to the mandatory circumcision of post-pubescent females.”

“You sound supportive of Genoshan policies regarding the gelding of male slaves and the circumcision of female slaves, Mr. Delany,” Lois Lane replied apparently unperturbed. “Even when those slaves were American citizens only days ago!”

“I was just outlining the nation of Genosha’s policies, Miss Lane. As a foreign flatscanner, I’ll keep my personal opinions with respect to the treatment of gene-jokes, regardless of the nation of origin, to myself. My statements regarding the benefits of mandatory circumcision of the female population were also primarily the stating of Genoshan policies.”

“Primarily?” Lois shot back.

“Like I said, the practice makes females, including citizens, more tractable and socially agreeable. As we move into a more mechanized future and work for humans becomes scarcer, thus needing to be reserved for male members of the patriarchies, those will be valuable traits to encourage in our female citizenry. I think the United States should take a close look at the Islamic Fundamentalist nations and see if they have policies that it might be profitable for our culture to adopt. Circumcision may be one of those policies, given the loosening moral standards we are witnessing with respect to our female citizenry.”

“Are you married or a father, Mr. Delany?” Lois asked softly, struggling not to look offended by the embassy official’s callousness.

“I’m divorced! I caught my wife cheating on me two years ago, just before I accepted my position here in Genosha. I have three daughters…all three unwed mothers before the age of eighteen. I’d like to think my opinions haven’t been colored by my own domestic life, Miss Lane, but I’m not a fool. What are your plans for this evening…before tomorrow’s slave auction?”

“Mr. Olsen and I are going to go back to the hotel and finalize the bet we made on the plane ride from the states over one of the bottles of malbec I smuggled into Genosha, Mr. Delany,” Lois Lane replied with a smirk on her face, as she recognized Delany’s question for the dismissal it was. “Contemplating a bet which determines who gets to be sexually serviced versus who’s going to be doing the sexual servicing the night before the big day is kind of a pre-major-story ritual among Daily Planet reporters. Shall we see if we can find a cab, Jimmy?”

“What did you think of Delany, Lois?” Jimmy asked softly as they neared the bottom of the stairs leading to the ground floor exit from the embassy.

“He’s obviously gone native!”

“Gone native?”

“He’s so used to explaining Genoshan politics and policies that he’s come to think of them as righteous and justifiable. He’s now more Genoshan than American, no doubt helped along by his marital and paternal failures.”

“Yes, that’s IS what I thought as well. What did you make of his Saylor Twift story?”

“Oh, THAT! Jimmy, wasn’t it obvious? Delany was just using old news to set up his indirect warning to me.”

“Old news?” Olsen asked with obvious curiosity as he paused at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes, old news, Jimmy, although Delany might not know it! Evidently, Saylor Twift received an out-of-court settlement and had her injunction filed with the New York court system lifted. The necklace pendant cored with Saylor’s clitoris and autographed by Miss Twift herself goes on sale at the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories portion of the Van Dyne Industries’ website a week from next Wednesday. Now we know that the Scarlet Witch wasn’t Miss Twift’s castratrix, but someone in Genosha was!”

“WOW!” Jimmy sputtered with obvious disbelief. “That necklace is going to bring in at least six figures!”

“Seven figures!” Lois spat back. “Maybe even close to ten million! I’m betting the government of Genosha gets half, and that Saylor settled for a quarter.”

“Then you did understand the ‘indirect’ warning directed at you, Lois?”

“It wasn’t needed, Jimmy,” Lois replied as she nodded to the sign next to the Embassy exit. “I was listening to you at the airport and read a similar sign posted next to the exit there.”

Jimmy Olsen shrugged as he glanced at the sign which read:

WARNING! GENOSHAN LAW REQUIRES THAT ALL POST-PUBESCENT FEMALES MUST BE CIRCUMCISED. THIS LAW APPLIES TO FOREIGNERS (INCLUDING U.S. CITIZENS) AS WELL AS GENOSHAN CITIZENS AND SLAVES. U.S. CITIZENS ARE ENCOURAGED TO OBTAIN A MEDICAL CERTIFICATION OF CIRCUMCISION (ROOM 204 IF YOU DO NOT ALREADY HAVE ONE) BEFORE LEAVING THIS EMBASSY. IF YOU ARE A CURRENTLY UNCIRCUMCISED FEMALE, A LIST OF NEARBY CIRCUMCISION SPECIALISTS, COMPLETE WITH MAP, IS AVAILABLE AT THE RECEPTION DESK. FAILURE TO COMPLY WITH GENOSHAN LAW MAY RESULT IN FORCED CIRCUMCISION FOLLOWED BY EITHER DEPORTATION OR ENSLAVEMENT!

“Okay, Lois,” Jimmy asked softly in a carefully controlled tone, “what are we going to do? If we had stayed at the airport when you saw the sign there, we could have just waited for the next plane back to the U.S. Now, you could get picked up on our way to the hotel, or back to the airport, and we certainly can’t have you attending a public slave auction. Unless you’re going to…?”

“No, Jimmy, we are not going to the reception desk, and then on to some quack! You are not going to collect on our bet before we’ve even had a chance to get drunk while telling each other what we’re going to do to the loser when we win.”

“I could use my Superman signal watch and see if big blue is within hearing distance…see if he’s within a few parsecs of earth. If he is, you could ask him to play bodyguard for you, Lois.”

“He isn’t anywhere near this sector of the Milky Way, Jimmy. But even if he was, that overgrown boy scout’s response to the situation would be to have you wait at the hotel for Clark Kent while he flies me home to make me the laughing stock of the bullpen. Then, when I refused the free flight home, HE would be the one suggesting I get the list of circumcision quacks from the reception desk. As far as Kal-El is concerned, the law is the law, whether you are in the United States or Genosha, and meant to be obeyed to every letter!”

“So, what ARE we going to do, Lois?”

“We’ll catch another cab! The Hilton should be safe from the types of cops that enforce THOSE kinds of laws, and the condition of Lois Lane’s privates should be the last thing on peoples’ minds with the hubbub of a superheroine slave auction going on tomorrow. From there it will be straight to the airport and back to the safety of U.S. soil! You haven’t won our bet yet, Jimmy Olsen!”

“I suppose you’re right, Lois,” Jimmy replied in his most encouraging tone. “However, stop trying to disguise the fact that you’re a westerner. It’s not working and only makes you look like you’re trying to hide something. Yes…we should be alright…unless….”

“EDGE!” Lois spat back vehemently. “Clark and I suspect that he has ties with Intergang! If he’s set me up to get clipped there’s going to be hell to pay! Quick! Get a cab, Jimmy, and have it pull up out front. I want to be in my room at the Hilton twenty minutes ago!”

Chapter 3. The Fuck Up

“Good afternoon, Jimmy,” Lois Lane chirped in the hotel lobby the next day as Jimmy Olsen finally exited the elevator, ten minutes later than the two had agreed upon the previous evening. Lois was dressed in a blouse-less long-sleeved blazer, miniskirt, and high-heeled pumps, all hot pink in color. Lois’s lipstick and eye shadow had been meticulously applied, and her long black hair shined from being well brushed. Looking at the ace reporter, one wouldn’t have believed she had spent the day reading the background material her news agency had provided her.

“You’re awful chipper for a girl in a very girl-unfriendly country, Lois,” Jimmy observed with a smirk on his haggard-looking face as he took in the plunging neckline of the blazer. “And you’re dressed pretty daring for a gal whose about to be on the network news channel broadcasting from the center of the Islamic world.”

Lois shrugged as she nodded to the muscular red-haired cameraman who was wearing black boots, blue denim pants, and a white tank top and carried a handheld video camera with a connected satellite linkup, before admitting, “Yeah, Cat Grant suggested that Mr. Edge might approve of the neckline more than Perry disapproves of it. Besides, we’re not that far from the equator and it’s probably going to get hot today…which is why you’re wearing the tee shirt. Okay…I’ll come clean. My bras just won’t fit comfortably today…I must have swelled a bit more overnight… and you can see my nipples through the blouse if I open the jacket when I don’t wear a bra…so I just…. Jimmy, you don’t look like you slept last night.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t nod off for most of the night. I’d like to blame it on sexual frustration. I’d like to try to make you feel guilty about not giving me a taste of what’s to come after the hours we spent talking about what we’re going to do to each other, depending on who wins the bet, but I’d be lying. Frankly, Lois, I’m worried that I’m going to have to explain to Superman why I didn’t do more to prevent you from losing the bet. I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure you’ve been set up.”

“Nonsense, Jimmy Olsen! I had my doubts, I admit, but the more I thought about it the less likely it seems like anyone would be stupid enough to target a lowly newspaper reporter for such an obscene joke. Especially a newspaper reporter who’s regularly seen in the company of the world’s most powerful superhero. Now, grab a cab. I want to scope out the auction site before the crowds arrive!”

Jimmy opened his mouth to point out the obvious—that Lois might be being targeted for an embarrassing setback because of her relationship with Superman—and then thought better of it, before rushing away to corral their transportation.

“Okay, now you’ve got me spooked again,” Lois grumbled as they arrived at the small city square just past the gate that led to the Hammer Bay municipal building. “There’s no way we would coincidentally get the same cab three times in a row at three different times of the day from three different starting points!”

“What are you talking about, Lois?” Jimmy asked with a confused look on his face. “Each of the drivers was as different from the other two as night and day!”

“The drivers were different each time, yes,” Lois replied as she glanced surreptitiously back at the white cab they had just vacated. “But it was a white Fiat with brown seats and the number 1909 on the side all three times. The fact that the drivers were different actually increases my suspicion!”

“Damn, you are a heck of a lot more observant than I am, Lane,” Jimmy acknowledged grimly as he struggled desperately not to look back at the cab. “It COULD be a coincidence, and if something is up, I’m not sure what we can do about it…short of quitting our jobs. Or have you come up with a plan of action?”

“No, I haven’t. You’re right, it COULD be a coincidence. If it’s not, and they’re after one or both of us…say as hostages to make Superman do something…wouldn’t be the first time that happened for either of us…they’ll easily nab us as we try to escape back to the airport. I still don’t see what anyone would gain by outing me as a too girlish girl. No, let’s do our jobs and hope that creep, Delany, got us thinking along the wrong lines. Let’s set up in front of the auction block and hookup with Metropolis to do our tease segment.”

Soon, with a satellite linkup earphone receiver in her right ear and the handheld camera’s lens and microphone pointed straight at her from only a few feet away, Lois called out, “GBS Metropolis News Studio, this is Lois Lane in Genosha, just after 5 p.m. local time. I’m ready to do the tease for the X-Girl slave auction, which is scheduled to begin at 6 p.m. local time. I was told this would be a live broadcast network segment, how do you want to proceed?”

“George Stanton here, Lane,” came over the earphone. “We’re getting Olsen’s feed just fine. You are eight hours ahead of Central Time Zone here in Metropolis, so you are going to be doing the live broadcast of the auction itself at 10 a.m. The ‘hook’ you are about to do will be live on ‘GBS News at Nine’. We’ll begin the ‘hook’ with Jefferson prompting you in six minutes. Mr. Edge is here and wanted a few minutes with you before you begin. Here Mr. Edge is now!”

“Lane?”

“Yes, Mr. Edge.”

“Did you read through the orientation file supplied by the Genoshan government that we provided to you?”

“Yes, I read the propaganda this morning, Mr. Edge.”

“Propaganda? That material is to be the primary primer for your reporting, Lane. I want perspectives regarding the auction to be presented primarily from the Genoshan government’s point of view, but you can provide alternate takes on the situation so long as you make it appear that you are doing so only out of an effort to exhibit journalistic fairness. Once you get home, you’re free to print what you really want to say so long as you can get it past White. Do I make myself clear, Lane?”

“Yes, Mr. Edge. I don’t like it though!”

“Lump it then. It’s for your own safety! Any trouble from the locals yet?”

“No, sir. And thanks for looking out for my well being.”

“Always, Lane. I don’t have that many Pulitzer Prize winners in my bullpen. Just make the Genoshan’s look fair-minded and GBS look like we know how to do the news. Here’s Stanton.”

“Lane, keep most of your answers to Jefferson’s prompts under twenty seconds. He’ll set you up for your pitch near the beginning of the segment. You can spend up to three minutes on that. You’re on in 25 seconds. The next live voice you hear will be Jefferson’s lead-in. Good luck, Lane!”

After 15 seconds, the buzzing sound in Lois’s earpiece was replaced by, “…which is why I invest my money in gold. I’ve learned that investing in gold is the safest way to protect your money during times when most countries are printing money without regard to economic realities. You should invest in gold too!” Then the voice changed, as the news anchor’s image appeared on the screen of the cell phone Jimmy had clipped to his belt.

“Now we have a special report from Pulitzer Prize winning reporter Lois Lane, live from Genosha, an island nation off the east coast of Africa. Lois, why don’t you update our viewers on the situation in Genosha?”

“Thank you Jefferson,” Lois jumped in trying not to show the nervousness that was threatening to overwhelm her as her face replaced the news anchor’s on Jimmy’s phone screen. “I’m here in Hammer Bay, Genosha, in a small market square just south of the municipal building. Each of the small awnings you see lining the square behind me is over the door of a small shop of a variety of types, which would be normally serving after-workday customers. Today, most of the shops are closed because of a relatively unusual event taking place in just under an hour in the center of the square. At 6 p.m. local time, the raised platform covered by the large yellow-and-white awning behind me in the center of the square will be the site of a slave auction. The subjects of the auction will be the female members of the sometimes outlaw band of mutants known as the X-Men.”

“The X-Men, although made up of mutants from at least four different continents, are primarily U.S. Citizens who have been historically based out of the State of New York. To be fully transparent given what we expect to happen today, many members of the costumed vigilante community claim the X-Men to be heroes who have, on various occasions, saved the world itself from destruction. The government of Genosha has provided documents which appear to show that the X-Men immigrated to their country, probably the home of the greatest concentration of mutants in the world, and then tried to instigate a mutant uprising. To be fair, some sources in the United States, who prefer to remain unidentified, claim to have evidence that the X-Men did not immigrate to Genosha, but were kidnapped by Genoshan agents.”

“Slavery is an integral part of Genoshan society, is sanctioned by the government, and not viewed here as an inhumane punishment for criminal elements. Many of the Genoshan slaves are mutants working under the direction of the government, whose mutant abilities are used as substitutes for machinery and weapons, helping to make this country one of the most prosperous in the world, as well as one of the most militarily powerful nations in the region. Of late, only male slaves are pressed into government service. Female mutants who have forfeited their freedom due to criminal acts can currently expect to be sold as slaves to Genoshan citizens, although they can be nationalized for defense purposes if needed, and can expect to primarily be used for breeding purposes. This is expected to be the case for the female X-Men, post-auction.”

“Finally, Jefferson, mutants who end up as slaves, whether to the government or private individuals, can expect to undergo body modification as they enter their new status. I say this to explain why some of our video in later broadcast segments may have blurred areas once the auction itself begins. Male and female slaves undergo separate processes which can both be referred to as castration. For male slaves this amounts to the removal, at a minimum, of the testes, which results in sexual sterilization. It is believed the male X-Men have already undergone this procedure. For female slaves, the castration process consists only of the removal of the clitoris, which ends the ability of most females to achieve sexual climax but does not affect the reproductive capabilities for those used in either government or private breeding programs. The female X-Men are expected to be declitted…have their clitorises clipped out of their vulvas…immediately after each woman’s sale is finalized during the slave auction, which, as I indicated earlier, is scheduled to begin in just under an hour. These circumcisions will take place on the lower platform you see behind me and to my left…that would be screen right. Back to you, Jefferson.”

“Where are the female X-Men now, Lois?”

“Jefferson, if you follow our camera shot across the raised slave auction platform covered by the large yellow-and-white awning behind me you can see the two large metal cages containing three girls each. Those six girls are female members of the X-Men, who I’ll sometimes refer to as X-Girls.”

“In the cage that is screen left for our viewers we have, from left to right, Elisabeth Braddock, codename Psylocke, with the purplish black hair and red sash in the purple leotard with purple thigh and shoulder straps; Rogue, real name unknown, with the brown hair featuring white bangs and wearing the green and yellow jumpsuit; and Ororo Munroe, codename Storm, with the darker skin and white hair wearing the gold-trimmed black leotard. Storm is the former Queen of Wakanda.”

“In the cage that is screen right for our viewers, we have, from left to right, Katherine Pryde, codename Shadowcat, the brunette teen in the yellow and blue bodysuit; Jean Grey, codename currently Phoenix, the redhead in the green, black, and yellow bodysuit with the yellow sash; and Emma Frost, codename White Queen, the blonde in the daring white body stocking. Jean is married to the X-Men’s field leader, Cyclops. Emma is a well-known East Coast socialite, successful business woman, and former elected officer for the infamous Hellfire Club, a social club frequented by presidents and princes as well as the wealthy elite.”

“It sounds like you are very familiar with these ‘X-Girls’, Lois.”

“Yes, Jefferson, I am. I was a guest at both Jean and Ororo’s weddings, and I have been to a number of Hellfire Club functions where Emma was also present. Frankly, I consider all six girls to be friends. The slave auction and post-auction processing is going to be hard for me to watch, but I’m sure you’ll find my reporting to be exceedingly professional.”

“We wouldn’t expect anything less from Lois Lane, Lois. We can see three other costumed…unusually dressed…women on the screen…two armed women in black guarding the cages and a woman in white on the lower platform. Who are they, Lois?”

“The women in black are exactly what they seem to be, Jefferson…guards. They are members of the Novarian sect, officers of the Genoshan secret service who are infamous for their tort…interrogation…skills. The woman on the right is the body modification technician, a paid professional supplied by Sunni Circumcision Services, or SCS, who likely castrated the male X-Men earlier today and will soon be circumcising the female X-Men.”

“Have you interviewed the female X-Men to get their reactions to their imminent enslavement and…I’m sorry…you seem to have used three different terms for the body modifications they are about to undergo, Lois.”

“Sorry, Jefferson, but reporters were warned in advance against approaching the prisoners’ cages, so I won’t be able to get the X-Girls’ reactions to what’s happening to them. As for the body modification procedure terminology, the imprecise but politically correct terminology for declitting a girl is circumcision. A girl who has been declitted is said to have been clipped, because that is essentially how her sex life is commonly terminated after being stretched out of the apex of her vulva. It is simply clipped off with surgical scissors.”

“I see,” Jefferson replied in a voice that made it obvious the news anchor was uncomfortable with the subject matter. “That does sound like an extreme punishment, even for criminals guilty of sedition. Is getting…clipped…painful?”

“I would imagine so, Jefferson!” Lois spat with obvious emotion. “The clitoris is cored by a bundle of nerves, the gentle stimulation of which leads to female sexual climax. The abrupt severing of those nerves has got to hurt like hell!” Lois Lane blanched as she heard Jimmy gasp. If Genoshan officials were watching the broadcast, and she was certain they must be, they could now easily conclude that Lois Lane was uncircumcised!

“You would imagine…? OH…sorry, Lois, I’m getting some directions from my producer. I see! ‘GBS News at Nine’ does not wish to imply in any way that the government of Genosha’s punishment of the female X-Men for the crime of sedition, which they have been proven guilty of in a court of law, is extreme. In fact, I’m told that the circumcision of ALL post-pubescent females in Genosha is the cultural norm, not an unusual occurrence. Lois, my producer points out that we’re approaching a hard break here, and suggests that you try to interview the SCS technician to find out the fate of the male X-Men and her planned procedure for the female X-Men. We’ll be back in three minutes, folks, to cover other news. We’ll get back to Lois Lane in Genosha during the last segment of ‘GBS News at Nine’!”

“MUTE!” Lois barked as she frowned at Jimmy, and then looked towards the SCS technician who looked vaguely familiar.

“Muted, boss. What now?”

“FUCK ME!”

“Gladly.”

“Stow it, Olsen! I fucked up! Let’s go interview the SCS girl and hope it went unnoticed. Un-mute if she agrees to talk on camera and not before.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Jimmy Olsen chirped softly as he flashed a mischievous grin at Lois Lane. “I need to be honest, Lois! In view of our bet, I’m finding it hard not to hope that she isn’t about to tell you what she’s soon going to be doing to you.”

“I said, stow it, Olsen! If my fuck up leads to THAT, I’ll pay up without argument. Until then, let’s concentrate on the story we were sent to cover. Not ME!”

Chapter 4. The Body Modification Technician

“Miss, could we have a moment of your time?” Lois Lane asked softly as she flashed a friendly smile at the Sunni Circumcision Services clinician standing atop the lower raised platform. “I’m Lois Lane of the Daily Planet, here on assignment to cover the auctioning of the female X-Men for GBS.”

Lois watched carefully to see how the diminutive 35-year-old blonde with a lovely face, sparkling green eyes, and shoulder length hair wearing a nurse’s outfit reacted to her question. The nurse’s outfit was very sexy, consisting of a skimpy white short-sleeve micro-skirted dress with a red collar and midriff; red brassiere, hot pants, and high heels; white knee-high stockings; and a red and white nurse’s cap. The cap and the dress’s midriff had medical cross symbols on them. If the woman hadn’t been smaller and paler, her B-cups would have been good matches for Lois’s—well, for Lois’s most of the time.

The woman’s response was a simple nod to Lois as she replied, “Certainly, Miss Lane. I was told at the last minute there might be some limited media coverage of this event. I am Doctor Carla Cummings, body modification technician for Sunni Circumcision Services, now a subsidiary of Van Dyne Enterprises. I’m sure you already know, but, if not, the sign tells you what SCS is all about. Perhaps you’d like to step on up here and give the equipment a look see?”

“Yes I would,” Lois chirped amicably despite the frown that formed on her face as she read the sign:

Sunni Circumcision Services

Never hold a slave auction without us.

S.C.S. has provided post-sale female circumcisions for 950 years without any slave owner complaints. Services performed by Licensed Professional Nurses.

Attention: Like most Sunni Islam states, Genosha law requires that all post-pubescent females must be circumcised. This law applies to foreign visitors, as well as Genoshan citizens and mutant slaves. Female members of the foreign press and United Nations observers should report to the nearest S.C.S. booth for treatment, free of charge, before the mutant slave auction begins. Failure to comply will result in forced circumcision followed by deportation.

“Is it okay if I have my cameraman, Jimmy Olsen, also with the Daily Planet, film and record my questions and your answers?”

“You can RECORD our interview, yes, Miss Lane. I’d rather not be on live television though…until I begin working of course! Also, as my equipment is a bit sensitive to jostling, only one of you should be on the platform with me at a time, please.”

“Sure, no problem!” Lois chirped while she felt her hair rise on the back of her neck as she stole another surreptitious glance at the sign before beginning a slow circle to the stairs at the back of the lower platform. “You say Van Dyne Industries recently acquired SCS? Why? I thought that the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’ had virtually cornered the market for this type of work!”

“Hardly! There’s no way the Scarlet Witch could handle THAT level of demand. I should probably refer your question to headquarters…but I’m sure you’ll check with them anyhow before you use this recording. SCS isn’t exactly doing the same type of work as Wanda Maximoff does. The ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’ performs only voluntary body modifications on consenting adults. SCS performs mostly involuntary body modifications for various organizations and countries where the quote-unquote ‘clients’ either are required to undergo said modifications under the laws of the countries, or where the modifications are performed on ‘clients’ that have no legal rights to protest said modifications.”

“Like costumed vigilantes such as the X-Men?”

“Yes, exactly! However in this instance, the modifications have been and will be performed on ‘clients’ that both have no legal right to protest the modifications under U.S. law, and are required to have the modifications performed on them under Genoshan law. SCS is double-covered from malpractice suits in this case. Additionally, all of the ‘clients’ were somehow convinced by the Genoshan government to sign consent forms, which should keep the sale of the residuals from my work from being tied up in court if the X-Men happen to escape slavery any time soon.”

“Such as necklaces with pendants cored with severed clitorises?”

“That will be the case for the female X-Men, yes,” Carla replied as Lois finally stood beside her atop the treatment platform.

“Tell us about the male X-Men,” Lois asked as she glanced at a tray table at the back of the platform with numerous wicked looking implements on it, and then at a mechanical table for securing patients in an open-legged X position and a mechanical pump with attached plastic suction hose more towards the front.

“Oh, I did the boys this morning,” Carla chortled back softly. “Four of them! Cyclops, Angel, Colossus, and Gambit. The Novarians already had them hooked up to semen extraction pumps and were milking the men’s already double-banded penises. When they thought they had enough semen collected for their breeding and research purposes…meaning, when they thought the slave was about to run dry and lose his erection…they simply pulled off the slave’s extraction tube and I used a curved castration knife to slice through the neck of their scrotum and then through the base of their penis between the bands. I’m afraid I can’t give you any further details, such as which X-Man begged to be spared the longest and who was milked dry of semen first, because Van Dyne Industries plans on offering the recording of the semen milking and emasculations on pay-per-view. I thought we were going to be doing the same with the girls’ treatments! I was told we had arranged for the Genoshan government to deny all special visa applications to the press for coverage of the slave auction, but here you are, Miss Lane!”

“Yes…a pleasant surprise I hope,” Lois declared in what she hoped was a ‘bubbly’ tone as she tried to ignore the suspicion growing on Jimmy’s face. “Explain what the procedure with the female X-Men will be like.”

“I’ll keep it general, as you’ll be witnessing it for yourself, shortly, Miss Lane.”

“Witnessing you clipping the female X-Men, you mean,” Lois choked out as her mouth dried while Jimmy’s suspicion morphed into concern.

“Yes, of course, that is what you asked about, isn’t it?

“Yes, please continue.”

“Well, after the X-Girl is sold to the highest bidder and branded as a slave, she’ll be taken down from the auction platform and brought onto this platform, where she’ll be asked to lie on this mechanical table. Once secured by metal wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the ends of the limb bars, I will activate the table’s auto-position mechanisms, which will force the girl’s arms upward and spread, holding them away from the nub of flesh she’s soon going to be desperate to try to protect. Today, I’m using a semi-sitting position where the table bed is tilted slightly upward and the girl’s legs are also spread, but bent downward at the knees. With her head raised, the girl will almost be able to see her pleasure node…before extraction begins.”

“For clitoral extraction, I’m using the Stark/Richards pneumatic vacuum extractor,” Carla continued as she nodded to the flat-bottomed cylinder near the outer side of the platform with an attached length of flexible tubing. The metal cylinder was labeled ‘pneumatic vacuum extractor’, along with its model number in red. There was a connector valve at the top of the cylinder with two switches at the front; one for power on/off and one for suction on/off.

The tubing consisted of an initial six-inch length of ten-millimeter-inner-diameter soft sticky transparent plastic tubing with measurements marked on it that was just strong enough to resist the compression from what was obviously a widely stretched green latex elastic band at its very tip. Behind the transparent tubing there was a one-inch-diameter two-inch long cylindrical control module that had a twistable knob at the front of the module—a rheostat pressure controller. The controller connected at its rear with one-inch diameter firmer black tubing and an electrical wire that ran along the outside of the larger tubing.

“The goal of any modern clitoridectomy is to stretch as much clitoral shaft as possible out of the clitoral cavity, before clipping the shaft and the clitoral glans above it out of the client’s vulva,” Carla explained matter-of-factly, although her eyes gleamed with enthusiasm. “In this case, extraction is accomplished via air suction produced by an electric motor, which is controlled with a rheostat with preset intensity levels marked out on a dial. Engineering calculations of average clitoral tensile strength, with built-in factor-of-safety margins, are used to set the vacuum intensity level presets, which, frankly, I ignore. I guarantee my client’s clitoral stump is buried far too deep in the client’s body to receive stimulation during post-declitting intercourse!”

“When the clitoris has been stretched out of the clitoral cavity to the fullest extent that can be safely managed, the tiny but very powerful elastic ring you see circling the very end of the extraction tubing is simply pushed forward, off the tubing, to compress around the clitoral shaft at the entrance to the clitoral cavity to prevent the retreat of the stretched clitoris. The air suction is then turned off and the pleasure node is then allowed to un-stretch back into its natural shape, before prying the compression ring outward and positioning the excision tool under it to clip the clitoris out of the client’s vulva.”

Lois shivered as she glanced back to the instrument tray and observed, “It looks like slice would be a more accurate verb, Dr. Cummings. It looks like your excision tool of choice for clitorises is going to be a scalpel today.”

“I’ve used a scalpel more than a few times to neuter a girl, Lois,” Carla chuckled glibly as she pulled a metal object out of the top of each of her stockings and held them out, “but like most castratrixes, I prefer a pry bar and surgical scissors. I’m sure there is an obvious question on your mind!”

“OH! Two, actually! It sounds like the male X-Men got more pre-castration final climaxes than they might have wished for…by mechanical means. What about the female X-Men?”

“They too get a final cum before they get clipped, Lois!” Dr. Cummings chortled softly with a mischievous grin on her face as she pulled a small metal vibrator out from its holster under the restraint table. “Yeah…the girls get mechanical means too! If a girl is hoping to get her final climax by cunnilingus, she should plan on paying the Scarlet Witch to work on them. This will do the job fairly quickly though. Most girls are sopping wet and randy as hell the minute they see the castration station. I know I was! How was it for you, Lois?”

“OH! Yes I’m sure you got yourself declitted…too…before you took this assignment. Let me guess. The Scarlet Witch?”

“Yeah, Wanda did me! She was, and still occasionally is, my supervisor. I got my start in the body modification business as the Scarlet Witch’s consulting physician. Those X-Girls are going to REALLY wish they had gotten preemptory circumcisions at the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’, I suspect. And you, Lois?”

“Just one final, multipart question, I guess, Dr. Cummings,” Lois choked out under the blonde’s piercing stare. “Do you enjoy your work? If so, do you prefer doing boys or girls? And, finally, do you ever regret having terminated someone’s sex life?”

“I enjoy the body modification business immensely, Lois,” Carla chortled softly with a knowing grin on her face. “I get a tremendous amount of job satisfaction out of it. I prefer doing girls to boys, especially superheroines. Boys are wimps when it comes to facing involuntary castrations; they do better at clinics like the Scarlet Witch runs, where they know what they are volunteering for ahead of time. While most people of both genders obviously find the idea of being involuntarily sexually neutered to be a turn on, girls seem to be better at embracing the moment and enjoying that burst of climactic pleasure that is their final reward for sacrificing that tiny nub of flesh. No, I’ve never regretted castrating someone. But then, I’m not prone to be sympathetic as I was never particularly sexually active myself, and I’ve also discovered many of the benefits of forced sexual celibacy.”

“Especially superheroines?” Lois queried softly as she took a step towards the stairs. “You’ve clipped superheroines before today?”

“I’ve neutered superheroines dozens of times. Nullified most of them, as I usually get paid to debreast them as well! To be fully transparent though, many of the girls were repeats. I think I’ve turned the Scarlet Witch into a nullo three times and Wonder Woman four times. I’ve declitted my corporate big boss, Janet Van Dyne, the Wasp of Avengers’ fame, twice. The Avengers’ damn tissue regenerator keeps undoing my work! Oh well…I guess that adds to my job security.”

“WAIT!” Lois burst out with obvious excitement as an image filled her mind. “Now I place your face! I’ve seen your work before! I watched a compilation video of you assisting Doctor Lactose at one of his hu-cow dairies. You declitted the Scarlet Witch, Wonder Woman, Starfire, and the Invisible Woman, one girl at the end of each day, and then debreasted all four of them when they ran dry of milk with a breast guillotine.”

“Yep, that was me, Lois!” Carla chortled back softly before looking past the ace reporter and asking, “Do you need something from me, Mr. Hodge? Lois, this is Cameron Hodge, the event organizer who will be acting as today’s auctioneer on behalf of the Genoshan government.”

“Mr. Hodge,” Lois replied softly as she glanced down to the thin, weaselly, European-looking man in a western business suit and a stocky, swarthy man in Arabic clothing now standing next to Jimmy.

“Miss Lane, it is nice to encounter a fellow American,” Hodge acknowledged politely before returning his attention to Dr. Cummings. “Carla, I just wanted to make sure you won’t be put out if we have you work on an extra girl. An emergency situation seems to be brewing.”

“No problem, Mr. Hodge,” Carla replied in a confident tone as she shrugged her shoulders. “You’re paying me by the day, instead of by customer. No problem, that is, as long as I get my standard cut from the residuals. Clitoris, breasts, or both?”

“We haven’t worked that out yet, Carla,” Hodge replied as he continued to be overly familiar with the body modification technician. “Don’t worry! You’ll get your standard percentage from sales, and your parent company will be handling both post-harvesting processing and marketing as usual. Before I return to my office to make final preparations for the auction, I should take this opportunity to finalize media coverage details with you and Olsen, Miss Lane. If we can just step over to where you set up earlier in front of the auction block, my concerns should just take a few minutes of your time.”

“Yes, certainly!” Lois declared as she tried to read Hodge’s body language. The American lawyer seemed cool as a cucumber, but the Semitic man, a Genoshan government official Lois surmised, seemed wound a little tight.

“Thank you for your time, Dr. Cummings!” Lois declared, again in what she hoped was a ‘bubbly’ tone, as she turned back to the castratrix. “I look forward to filming you at work!”

“You’re welcome, Miss Lane,” Carla replied politely. “I’m sure you’re going to enjoy my work immensely.” Dr. Cummings grinned as she watched Lois turn and hop off the front of the treatment platform to join Jimmy and the two ‘government’ men.

Chapter 5. The Squeeze

“You have some concerns regarding GBS’s coverage of this slave auction, Mr. Hodge” Lois asked softly as she joined the three men. “You are the lawyer for Worthington Industries, aren’t you? I didn’t realize it when Dr. Cummings introduced you moments ago, but I think we may have met before!”

“I’m sure I’ve been discharged from Worthington Industries after today, Miss Lane,” Cameron Hodge declared as he made a halfhearted attempt to stifle a chuckle. “I’m afraid I’m rather guilty of personally supervising the Angel’s emasculation earlier today as part of my responsibilities on behalf of Genosha. That winged freak isn’t likely to ever forget THAT…let alone forgive it. Yes, we have met, Lois. Morgan Edge introduced us last December at the Hellfire Club charity auction in Metropolis. As you may have gathered from my comments regarding Worthington, I take my position here in Genosha very seriously. Our acquaintance isn’t likely to soften any…requirements…I may have of you or your news organization, Lane.”

“Okay,” Lois acknowledged softly in her most professional tone. “Are there any improvements you’d like us to make to our coverage of the slave auction, which, if my watch is right, is scheduled to begin in just over 20 minutes.”

“Yes, Miss Lane,” Hodge declared in what almost sounded like a growl. “When I altered my plans and had GBS issued a special visa to cover this event, it was my understanding that Edge had told you to present the coverage from Genosha’s perspective. Gene-jokes are government property here, and gene-joke sympathizers among the flatscanners are NOT tolerated. During your coverage, you said the X-Girls were your friends, Lane. That is unacceptable behavior from a foreigner…let alone the foreign press. I noted other irregularities as well.”

“Yes, Mr. Hodge, perhaps I should have been more careful,” Lois spat back while trying desperately to dampen the fuse to her temper, which was about to explode. “As an American, you must know I am struggling with a lifetime of encouraged political correctness. If the truth be known, the X-Girls are at best acquaintances. I’ve never actually spent more than a minute alone with any of them. With respect to presenting what’s happening from Genosha’s perspective, I was told to do so, but Mr. Edge acknowledged that journalistic etiquette requires that I also at least mention that there is another side to the position…the Genoshan position…that I have been presenting as accepted fact. Do you have another example of my ineptness you wish to make me aware of?”

“Not at the moment, Miss Lane,” Hodge replied as he nodded to the Semitic man, “but Mr. Sabbah does. Mr. Sabbah is Genosha’s Undersecretary of State for Women’s Affairs. Walid, you have some concerns that have been raised by your contacts with the American Embassy, and by some of the statements made by Miss Lane during her earlier live broadcast?”

“Yes, Cameron, I do have concerns,” Sabbah hissed with obvious contempt. “I require that Mr. Olsen and Miss Lane produce their special visas and doctor’s certifications of circumcision at this time.”

Lois Lane stifled a gasp as she slowly reached into her purse while Jimmy quickly pulled his visa from his back pocket. Lois surreptitiously turned on her tape recorder and then pulled her own visa out while Jimmy opened his to his certification and handed the visa to Sabbah. Lois was visibly shaking as the government official returned Jimmy’s paperwork and then held his hand out for hers.

As Lois handed over her visa, she hoarsely tried to explain, “As I’m sure you must be aware, Mr. Hodge, I was a last minute substitute for Miss Moumouri. I didn’t have time to collect any special paperwork before we left….”

“Is that camera off, Olsen…including sound recording and transmission?” Hodge hissed contemptuously as Sabbah looked up from the open visa. “No recording devices at all until I say otherwise! Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir!” Jimmy replied softly. “We don’t want any trouble! As Miss Lane was saying, we are last minute substitute reporters on this story. Lois, I’m going to reach into your purse now while you make nice with Undersecretary Sabbah, okay?” A very pallid Lois Lane nodded as Jimmy reached down and switched her tape recorder off.

“So, as our informant suggested, you have no doctor’s certification of circumcision, Miss Lane?”

“No, Mr. Sabbah. There wasn’t time.”

“But you are saying you are circumcised? I would have guessed otherwise from your response to your news anchor’s question during the live broadcast. I’m afraid I must insist that you immediately push your skirt and underwear down and spread the upper portion of your labia so that I may verify that your clitoris has been excised, Miss Lane.”

“Here? In a public square?” Lois stammered softly as her face reddened with embarrassment.

“Yes! Certainly, Miss Lane. Cooperate! You have already committed a crime by not having the paperwork, which we know you know was required of you. We have audio of the American Embassy official telling you so and video of you reading the signage at the embassy exit. Preserving your modesty is no longer a consideration here!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Sabbah,” Lois replied in a cracking voice as she willed her eyes to tear so that she could perhaps engender some sympathy from the Genoshan Undersecretary, “I shouldn’t have tried to make our public location the issue of concern when you asked me to show you my privates. I should have instead explained that, when I said there wasn’t time before we left, I meant there wasn’t time to get myself cut. I am currently uncircumcised, Mr. Undersecretary.”

“And you knew this, Mr. Olsen? Don’t lie! We have sound from the American Embassy exit hall.”

“Yes, I knew Miss Lane is uncircumcised, Undersecretary Sabbah,” Jimmy admitted sheepishly as he watched Lois turn on the tears spigot. “I assure you that preparation time was a primary consideration for this failure on the part of GBS. Had our colleague, Miss Moumouri, been able to keep the assignment, she could have provided proof of circumcision!”

“I know, Mr. Olsen,” Sabbah spat tersely. “Mr. Edge told me that just minutes ago when I called him about the concerns Miss Lane’s statement on the live broadcast raised. Genosha is a proud nation! We cannot have foreigners flouting our laws on international television broadcasts. Olsen you are guilty of aiding and abetting the flouting of our laws. You’ve read the signage, Miss Lane. You know the punishment you must be given for flouting those laws! Tell me what I must have done to you!”

“No, please…please have mercy on me!” Lois Lane bawled as tears flowed freely down her face. “Your sign…over there on the lower platform…says that I must submit to forced circumcision followed by deportation. Please! I’ll get myself cut by a body modification technician as soon as I get home to America. Please let me do that and let us stay to report on the slave auction our news agency sent us over here to cover.”

“You have tried to fool me into thinking that you merely didn’t have time to get the paperwork earlier, Miss Lane,” Sabbah spat angrily back. “Why would I even consider trusting you to get yourself properly taken care of after you leave my country? Tell me, Miss Lane! What did the sign at the American Embassy say would happen to you if you left the embassy without the proof of circumcision?

“It said I must submit to forced circumcision followed by deportation!” Lois bawled, now crying for real and shivering with fear. “Please…in the interest in international relations…be merciful and let me take care of this at home, Mr. Undersecretary!”

“That is imprecise! You are leaving an important punishment out! Perhaps you can help Miss Lane remember, Mr. Olsen! As an accessory to this crime, you may suffer the same fate!”

“The sign said that all post-pubescent women in the country must be circumcised, Mr. Undersecretary,” Jimmy admitted in a cracking voice. “It said the punishment for failure to comply with this law would be forced circumcision followed by EITHER deportation or enslavement. Miss Lane is a woman of her word, Mr. Undersecretary. If she says she will get herself declitted when we get back to the states, she will!”

“Perhaps, Mr. Olsen,” Sabbah replied with a smirk on his face, “but granting Miss Lane’s request would be foolish in a number of ways. If I punish Miss Lane to the fullest extent of Genoshan law, I will be collecting her clitoris, which has value in the United States for the making of jewelry, and I will be able to have her sold into slavery, which will also bring in revenue to the government of Genosha. If Miss Lane suffers this fate, so will you, Mr. Olsen. Can you tell me what that would mean for you, Mr. Olsen?”

“As female circumcision represents female castration in many peoples’ eyes, I assume you’re threatening to have me castrated…and enslaved…along with Miss Lane, Mr. Undersecretary.”

“Close but still not precise, Mr. Olsen. I am promising that if I choose to enforce the full extent of Genoshan law on Miss Lane, you could be emasculated, not just castrated…your penis can be sold in the United States, Mr. Olsen…and, yes, you could be sold into slavery. I see no reason why I should not enforce the law to the fullest extent, for the greatest economic benefit to Genosha.”

“Get us out of this mess you’ve gotten us into, Lois! I did not sign up to be turned into a dickless eunuch!”

“FUCK ME!” Lois exclaimed with bitter defeat on her face as she wiped her tears away. “Just give me a minute to think, Mr. Undersecretary, and I’ll come up with a compromise that will at least spare my colleague’s manhood. I hope!”

“We have little time, Miss Lane,” Sabbah replied matter-of-factly. “There is, possibly, an acceptable compromise, but you must suggest it yourself.”

“I see, Mr. Undersecretary,” Lois replied with astonishment mixed with horror on her face. “Mr. Hodge, Mr. Sabbah wants me to propose the compromise because, while our recording devices are off, yours are not and the recording of me making the proposal will mitigate any claims of unfairness I might later make. And you can edit video and/or sound of what’s been said to make it look like you didn’t squeeze me into the corner that you’ve put me in!”

“You ARE a bright girl, Miss Lane!” Cameron Hodge chortled jovially as he nodded to Sabbah, “but you put yourself in that corner by breaking Genoshan law, and Walid is the one who has to approve your proposal for how you will pay for your indiscretions.”

“Okay…you want something…but whatever I propose must ultimately support the enforcement of Genoshan circumcision policies. At the embassy, it said a list of people providing circumcision services could be obtained at the reception desk, indicating those services were not available onsite, so my fate wasn’t sealed when I left the embassy.”

“The sign on the SCS platform says that female members of the foreign press and United Nations observers who are currently uncircumcised should report to the nearest SCS booth for treatment, free of charge, BEFORE the slave auction begins. The slave auction hasn’t begun yet, so my fate still isn’t sealed.”

“Dr. Cummings setup would probably be considered a SCS booth, and you told her to expect a last minute customer, presumably me. You told her that the services to her last minute customer might include debreasting, but I don’t see how collecting my B-cups would support the enforcement of Genoshan circumcision policies.”

“You want something else!” Lois declared with obvious exasperation. “At least tell me that my line of reasoning is on the right track, or I may panic and start bawling again!”

“You ARE close, Lane,” Cameron Hodge chortled gleefully, “but nearly out of time. If I don’t have a reason for a delay, I’m going to walk over there and open the auction, which by your own reasoning seals not only your fate, but Olsen’s.”

“That’s not going to happen!” Lois Lane declared in a quivering voice. “I know exactly what to propose that will make both the Genoshan government and this slave auction’s organizers happy. You want me to walk over and ask Dr. Cummings to circumcise me while Jimmy films it and the live feed of my clipping is put on our adult content news documentary cable channel, CGBS-AC. Furthermore, while I’m being clipped, I’m to make it clear that having it done to me has been my deepest desire and will make my life physically healthier and mentally less tumultuous. Will that do?”

“Perhaps, if you phrase it as a statement asking me to delay the auction so that you can accomplish your personal needs and goals,” Cameron agreed with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

“Yes, almost good enough, Miss Lane!” the Undersecretary acknowledged with a smirk on his face. “However, I must also demand that you show penance for having to be reminded of your responsibility to get yourself circumcised before forcing yourself on the people of Genosha. You are to guarantee you will return to Genosha within three months to allow yourself to serve a three-week sentence of slavery in one of our houses of pleasure. You are to bring two uncircumcised female friends with you.”

“Preferably your sister, Lucy Lane, and a colleague with another news agency, Linda Danvers,” Hodge interjected with jubilation on his face.

“I’ll agree to try, although I feel sick even thinking about forcing my problems on my sister and the Danvers girl,” Lois hissed with obvious displeasure. “What in the hell do you want with two uncircumcised girls?” Lois didn’t expect the answer she already knew. Lucy and Linda were both, like Jimmy and herself, affiliates of Superman. By asking the three girls to show up for whorehouse duty, after the other two girls were presumably circumcised in Genosha as it now seemed certain Lois was about to be, Hodge and the Genoshan government could assume Superman would intervene. Perhaps the Genoshans were hoping to add a Kryptonian to their enslaved work/military force!

“You don’t need to know, Lane,” Hodge hissed. “I think the Undersecretary is prepared to settle for circumcising and debreasting you, and emasculating Olsen, and then selling you both into life-long slavery. We’re out of time!”

“Wait!” Lois spat loudly. “Mr. Undersecretary, I’m really sorry that I arrived at the auction site in an uncircumcised condition. I’ve wanted to get my troublesome clitoris excised for quite some time, but never got around to it. If you’ll forgive me for my oversight, I’ll have the Sunni Circumcision Services body modification technician take care of my needs immediately, hopefully not causing much delay to the scheduled slave auction.”

“To show that female circumcision is not a troubling procedure, I’ll have my colleague film my treatment and have the video picture and sound relayed to our parent station, where I expect it will be shown live on our adult content documentary channel, and that there will also be reporting of what is occurring on our broadcast news channel.”

“Additionally, after I have been declitted, my cameraman and I will remain and cover the slave auction while making sure to relay the necessity of the auction from Genosha’s perspective to our viewers.”

“Finally, because of the embarrassment I may have caused the Genoshan government due to my negligence, I agree to return to Genosha within one year to serve a maximum three week voluntary period of indentured labor, or slavery if you want to refer to it as such, at one of your national houses of pleasure. If I bring two female friends along and convince them to embrace the benefits of circumcision while here in Genosha, I ask that OUR terms of indenture in the house of pleasure be reduced to one week each.”

“Due to my willing cooperation, I also ask that you not hold my male colleague responsible for my negligence and oversight. He is my subordinate and was not in a position to point out my poor decision making. Please let me do as I have proposed to show my willing penance for my unlawful behavior!”

“My dear Miss Lane,” Undersecretary Sabbah said in his most professional tone as he handed back Lois’s special visa, “it is very kind of you to acknowledge your oversight. Many foreigners would not be so honorable. While your proposed penance is perhaps a bit more than might be expected of you, I humbly agree to it. I will take personal responsibility for the delay of the scheduled slave auction, and ask the honorable Mr. Hodge to explain the necessity immediately. Please report to the SCS body modification technician for your treatment, and ask her to begin it as soon as Mr. Hodge indicates he is ready and you have arranged for the media coverage of your treatment, which you indicated you desired. Finally, let me know when you and, hopefully, your friends, plan on arriving to serve the government of Genosha for one to three weeks in one of our pleasure houses. My work is done here, Mr. Hodge!”

“Indeed, Mr. Undersecretay!” Hodge exclaimed with obvious self-satisfaction. “I’ll announce your prequel to the sale and circumcision of the X-Girls ASAP, Miss Lane. Go ahead and inform your superiors in Metropolis of your contribution to their imminent rise in viewership. Oh, and on your way to Carla, you might say hello to one of your most enthusiastic future customers…when you start serving as a prostitute in one of the Genoshan houses of pleasure.”

Lois nearly puked as she followed Hodges nod to Delany, who had positioned himself right before the circumcision platform near its center, before urging, “Don’t kick the shit out of him, Jimmy, but make him step sideways so you can film my comeuppance from the six o’clock position. If his catcalls get too loud, turn the camera on him and we’ll report him to the State Department. Oh, and stop frowning. You won our bet. You might have to settle for a blow job instead of intercourse tonight, though!”

“Are you sure I shouldn’t use my Superman signal watch, Lois,” Jimmy asked softly, “to try to get you out of this mess. Not that I’m against settling for a blow job mind you. It’s just….”

“I know, Jimmy,” Lois replied softly with a sheepish grin on her face. “It’s just that I’ve set myself up to be filmed nude on international television accepting serious pain as I have my sex life destroyed. Jimmy, we got off easy compared to what Sabbah COULD have done to us. If Superman were here and not on the other side of the galaxy, he’d point that out to us both, tell me that the punishment they squeezed me into proposing is a just penance under Genoshan law, and then lead me up unto that platform and hold me down while the circumcision technician cuffed me to the castration table. No, we’ll manage just fine ourselves!”

Chapter 6. The Prequel Unveiled

“Perry?” Lois asked as the line on the other end of her smart phone call was picked up. “Are you by chance near the news bureau television studio?”

“Yes, Lois, I’m here in the studio. What in tarnation are you doing calling me. Jefferson has been waiting for you to call in and do your final ‘hook’ segment before you do the live slave auction broadcast. I think you’re too late now. Edge is….”

“Don’t wave him over, Perry! I need to tell you what’s going on without being recorded. The Genoshan officials here must hear NOTHING that indicates Jimmy and I are being critical of their policies or are being uncooperative in any way. I’m in trouble, Perry! I fucked up!”

“Great shades of Elvis! I was right! You hadn’t prepared yourself to work in an Islamic Fundamentalist nation like Genosha, and you got caught!”

“Right the first time, Perry! Listen, they’ve modern flat-screen monitor billboards set up on each end of this market square, and they are about to put a recording of me making a statement on them. I just wanted one person back in Metropolis to know that a lot of what I was forced to say is hogwash, but station officials can’t let on that they know that. I’m about to become THE story…for a while…Perry. We have to cover it Perry, or both Jimmy and I will be screwed big time! Perry, they are going to have to do a lot of picking and choosing with selective blurring for whatever they choose to show on GBS. Therefore, you need to have the studio set up the CGBS-AC cable channel, which we were going to use for the X-Girl processing anyhow, to show the breaking news we are about to send you earlier than planned…live and unedited. The coverage, both network and cable, now needs to begin with us shooting what I told local government officials a short while ago coming from the billboards. Then, before the X-Girl auction begins, it’s going to be me in my birthday suit getting myself….”

“Understood, Lois! For what it’s worth, I’m sorry! Are you going to be able to do your job, girl…afterwards?”

“Yes!”

“Will you be able to interact with the GBS News anchor and panel experts?”

“Yes… mostly afterwards! I want my…treatment…to be a monologue…unless a real emergency comes up. I don’t want to hear any sympathizing while…! Not after…either. Not until I get back home!”

“Understood, Lois! Edge is on his way over! How long do we have before it begins?”

“Hodge just signaled five minutes, Lois,” Jimmy Olsen called out from behind the ace reporter. “He wants you up on the SCS platform when he begins his show.”

“I heard, Lois,” Perry said softly over the phone. “We’ll be ready! Good luck! I’d say break a leg, but….”

“Yep, Chief! We’ll talk later! I have to go!” Lois pressed ‘end call’ as tears streamed down her face. She deftly reinserted her satellite linkup earphone receiver so that she would be able to hear instructions from the Metropolis news studio.

“Hello again, Dr. Cummings,” Lois choked out thirty seconds later after she had walked teary eyed around the platform and up the stairs. “It seems I’m back again…like a bad penny. Dr. Cummings, I’m…I’m to be…that last minute customer…Mr. Hodge warned you you’d be getting. Just the clitoris…please! We don’t have to do anything…yet. Mr. Hodge has a…statement from me…my admission of guilt…he wants to show on the billboards first. Please…please say something!”

“Welcome back, Miss Lane,” Carla replied in a soft, reassuring tone. “To be honest, I was expecting to see you again back up here on the treatment platform. You weren’t very good at hiding your uncut status. Now, while everyone is nervous at first, I want you to know that you are actually about to have a very interesting experience, and possibly one that will become a pleasant memory. As I told you when we talked last time, most girls get wet and randy as soon as they see the castration station. You ARE wet and craving the final climax to come, aren’t you, Miss Lane?”

“You can call me, Lois, Dr. Cummings. I’m not going to claim I’m not moist, as you are going to be able to see whether or not I am for yourself shortly. I’m telling the truth though when I say I’m not craving that FINAL climax. I rather like sex and suspect I’m going to miss having it a lot. Or am I wrong in assuming that getting my clitoris clipped out is going to end my ability to achieve sexual climax, Dr. Cummings?”

“Call me Carla, Lois,” the diminutive castratrix urged softly. “The company line is to say that an unknown percentage of girls who have undergone a clitoridectomy are able to achieve climax through vaginal stimulation alone. Unfortunately, my own research indicates many, probably most, girls do not have sensitive enough ‘G-spots’ to achieve climaxes once the clitoris has been excised. That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy sex, though. Sex involves giving pleasure as well as getting it, right?”

“Yes it does, Carla, and thank you for being honest with me. Carla, we are going to be video recording and live broadcasting your work this afternoon, first on me, and then on the female X-Men. Can we use your name? Is there anything that you’ve told us that you’d like us to withhold?”

“Our being on camera is fine, and it is no secret as to who I am, Lois. The only sensitive issue is Van Dyne Industries’ ownership of SCS. We probably shouldn’t advertise to the superheroines of the world that it is a superheroine-owned corporation that is partly responsible for their rather frequent nonconsensual body modifications during their rather frequent superheroine setbacks. Anything else?”

“Ahhh…well I’ve never done this before…but I think I’ll be looking for a lot of interaction…answers to questions as we go along. Maybe some physiological minutia folks might be surprised to know. If I can maintain my composure, I expect to be doing a lot of play-by-play on what it is like for me to be declitted. I should warn you that, when I begin to feel pain or get frustrated, I may swear like a drunken sailor. There may also be statements made by me that are obviously meant to be self-serving. Any last minute, instructions…unofficially I mean. I know you’re going to be the boss while you’re….”

“Performing female castration on you, Lois? No! Just do what you’re told when your told to do it and you’ll be fine. However, I should probably warn you that some of what I say will be meant to scare the living daylight out of the X-Girls as they watch me work on you. If I can get the White Queen to pee herself before I bury her clitoral stump an inch-and-a-half below the apex of her vulva, I’ll be quite pleased with myself!”

“I think I’d be quite pleased to see that too, Carla. IF I didn’t pee myself when I took my turn before her.”

“One minute before Hodge kicks things off, Lois,” Jimmy interjected from his position just in front of the front center of the platform. “Do you want to do a 15 second intro to get the television coverage going?”

“Great idea, Jimmy! Do start transmitting …video and sound!”

Lois paused for a moment before calling out, “GBS Metropolis News Studio, this is Lois Lane in Genosha just after 6 p.m. local time. I’m ready to do the X-Girl slave auction…and an unexpected prequel…which will be preceded by the auctioneer’s opening remarks and a recorded introduction to the prequel. I was told this would be a live show, with edited tape-delayed coverage on GBS…and unedited live coverage on CGBS-AC. Please confirm! How’s our transmission?”

“George Stanton here, Lane,” came over the earphone. “We’re getting Olsen’s feed just fine. The show will be handed over to you in ten…nine…eight….”

The voice of Mitch Goddard, the GBS network news anchor for the current hour came over the earphone while his face showed on the smart phone hanging from Jimmy’s belt, “And now, ladies and gentlemen, we are ready to begin our coverage from Genosha, an island nation east of Africa, of the expected slave auction and post-auction processing of six female members of the sometimes outlaw band of mutants known as the X-Men. Leading this coverage from Genosha is Pulitzer Prize winning reporter, Lois Lane. Take it away, Lois!”

“Thank you, Mitch!” Lois exclaimed as her face filled Jimmy’s phone screen. “Ladies and gentlemen, the next hour or two is going to be filled with very exciting, and often very heart wrenching, events as six female members of the X-Men, having been convicted of sedition against the government of Genosha, are punished for their crimes by being sold into slavery. Those women, who I will sometimes refer to as X-Girls, are codenamed Phoenix, Storm, White Queen, Rogue, Psylocke, and Shadowcat.”

“We will also be covering the post-sale processing of the X-Girls, which will primarily consist of circumcision. These post-sale circumcisions are not considered punishment because all post-pubescent women in Genosha are required to have been declitted. To that end, the circumcision of a foreigner who failed to get her clitoris clipped before visiting Genosha, a prequel to the X-Girls’ processing if you will, will actually precede the slave auction. The reasons for my vagueness and nervousness with respect to this prequel will become clear momentarily. I am quite sure that the addition of this prequel to the slave auction agenda was unplanned and not meant to increase the X-Girls’ trepidation regarding what they are in for, but I’m equally sure the mutant superheroines will nevertheless feel an increased level of intimidation as a result of it!”

“Mr. Cameron Hodge, a lawyer from the United State acting on behalf of the Genoshan government, will now get the slave auction and related events started.” Lois let out a breath of relief as the picture on Jimmy’s smart phone switched to the thin man dressed in a western business suit as the cameraman pointed his equipment toward the center of the higher platform.

Hodge grinned at Lois before turning his attention to a half-dozen men in Arabic dress before the auction platform, and announcing, “Gentlemen, we welcome you to this very rare opportunity to purchase six lovely mutant women, members of an American group of so-called superheroes known as the X-Men. To facilitate your benefits from these lovely mutants, we have arranged for them to be circumcised, post-sale. To that end, we have contracted with Sunni Circumcision Services to provide these circumcision services free of charge.”

Hodge’s grin broadened as he continued with, “I know many of you find watching lovely women getting themselves circumcised to be visually entertaining. I am pleased to say that we encountered an uncircumcised foreigner earlier today, and managed to convince the young lady to contribute to the entertainment associated with this slave auction by letting all of you watch her getting herself properly declitted. We have monitors in the holding pens to allow your future slaves to get a good view of what is in store for them, as well as billboard monitors at either end of this square so that everyone can see and hear the live feed that is being sent to both cable and broadcast news channels seen around the world.”

Hodge chuckled loudly before announcing, “We will now hear this lovely foreigner admit her attempt to ignore, and thus diminish, Genoshan law, and hear her propose the minimum punishment that she herself considers acceptable for such a grievous crime. The foreigner I speak of is the lovely newspaper journalist, Lois Lane, who is perhaps best known to most of the world as Superman’s girlfriend. Watch the billboards, ladies and gentlemen!”

Lois blushed beet red as Jimmy pointed his camera at the billboard widescreen monitor behind him at the entrance to the market square, and the screen was filled with Lois Lane’s teary face. The intrepid reporter heard her voice say, “Mr. Undersecretary, I’m really sorry that I arrived at the auction site in an uncircumcised condition. I’ve wanted to get my troublesome clitoris excised for quite some time, but….”

“Ladies and gentlemen watching on television at home,” Lois began as soon as the billboard screens went blank and Jimmy pointed the camera back at her, to prevent Hodge from saying anything further that might add to her embarrassment, “and those of you who can hear me in the market square here in Hammer Bay, Genosha, I am truly sorry for my oversight with respect to Genoshan laws. As you just heard, I have been thinking for a while about getting circumcised…declitted AND debreasted, actually. I’ve had a brief discussion with the Scarlet Witch about doing a ‘Lois Lane’s Last Interview’ as a breasted and uncircumcised woman story at the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’.” Lois hoped that her exaggeration of the truth wasn’t too evident on her face. “Instead I’m going to just go with the clit clipping today. Hopefully, the Scarlet Witch will understand and not see this as some sort of breach of contract.”

Lois forced a sheepish smile on her face and exclaimed, “Well, I’m still going to try to do a story from the perspective of the patient-slash-customer as part of my penance for my crimes. I’m going to introduce the clitoridectomy specialist who is going to help me do this in a moment, but first I want to assure my friends and family that I believe that getting myself circumcised will lead to a hygienically healthier lifestyle. I know that there is a high probability that excision of my clitoris will end my ability to achieve sexual climax, but I think that destroying the root cause of my immoral desires to engage in casual sex out of wedlock will allow me to live a more honorable and mentally less tumultuous life.”

“I’m going to stop making excuses and apologies now, and get on with my declitting. I’ll try to describe what the process feels like as we go. If I ask for a pause in procedures at some point, it will probably be because my producers back in the studio are giving me directions. For those of you viewing on cable, I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with discrete blurs strategically located to meet network standards during those periods where our GBS audience has joined us for breaking news coverage. I’ll now put myself into the capable hands of Dr. Carla Cummings, body modification technician with Sunni Circumcision Services. Carla, before you begin my…treatment…why don’t you start by telling us a little about your past experience in your field of expertise. Stanton, while she’s talking, don’t ask any questions, but tell me if there is anything I need to fix.”

“Plenty of questions after listening to that pile of crap, Lois, which we will hold for another time, but no instructions,” came through the intrepid reporter’s earpiece. “You are doing great, Lane! Olsen as well!”

Meanwhile, Carla had pulled a clipboard out from a pouch under the restraint table. As Lois finished listening to Stanton, the diminutive blonde replied as she held the clipboard out, “I can do that, but first I need you to sign these two sheets of paper. They aren’t really needed, given that we’re in Genosha, but I’d like to cover my employer’s behind anyhow. Lois, the top form, which has one signature line for you, says you agree to let me remove your clitoris, quickly or slowly, in any manner I choose.”

“The second form, which has two signature lines, gives my employer permission to use the organs or appendages we remove during any part of your treatment today as my employer sees fit…including for profit and with your name associated with said organs and/or appendages. If you behave yourself, the organs or appendages being referred to will be your clitoris and only your clitoris! That’s the upper signature block. The lower signature block, which I had added to our stock form while you were away talking to Genoshan government officials about your…oversight…stipulates that you agree to autograph the necklace pendant which will soon contain your severed clitoris within one week of being asked to do so. Do take your time to carefully read the forms and then please sign, Lois.”

“Fine!” Lois Lane spat as she signed the forms after a quick visual scan. “I have no choice but to cooperate fully, and you know that, Carla. Being forced to autograph the trophy made from my severed sex life is going to really blow though!”

“Thanks for being a good sport. Lois,” Dr. Cummings chirped gaily as she took the clipboard from the sultry reporter and pushed it back into its pouch. “Now, while I am talking, I want to begin getting you ready for your circumcision. I want you to remove your clothing. You are going to be nude while I work on you, Lois.”

The body modification clinician, as Lois set her purse down and kicked off one high-heeled pump at a time, announced to the growing audience before the SCS platform while Jimmy filmed her, “As Miss Lane mentioned, my name is Doctor Carla Cummings. Prior to the passing of laws legalizing consensual elective severe body modification outside of medical practice in the United States, I was a Family Medicine physician at one of the large health maintenance organizations and worked in an instacare clinic. After the passing of the severe body modification law, I went to work as the as the Scarlet Witch’s consulting physician, where I studied severe body modification under her and gained my certifications. I still work part time for Wanda Maximoff.”

“Very daring, going braless, especially in this part of the world, Miss Lane,” Carla exclaimed as Lois removed her long-sleeve blazer to reveal her perfect-shaped pinkish-brown-tipped breasts. “Nice turgid nipples for all to see. Where was I? Ah, yes! Soon after the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals overturned the conviction of Arcade and removed legal protections for costumed vigilantes, I accepted my current position with Sunni Circumcision Services. SCS’s niche is nonconsensual severe body modifications. I specialize in superheroines, but do superheroes as well…I emasculated four of the X-Men earlier today.”

“Very nice lacy panties, Lois,” Dr. Cummings exclaimed as the intrepid reporter unzipped the side of her miniskirt and let it drop to her ankles. “Stack your clothes and purse on the instrument tray table, and add those panties to the pile. Specializing in superheroines means you do mostly dairy work…that’s hu-cow dairies…where debreasting the milked dry superheroines has become tradition and declitting them is beginning to become an expected concomitant rite-of-passage ceremony during the early stages of their dairy stints. However, a SCS specialist in superheroines does also get the occasional superheroine slave auction, like the one we’re holding today; at auctions, the post-sale processing is the main work, and that is usually limited to circumcision, as it will be today.”

“Up on the restraint table now, with your legs pointed towards your cameraman,” Carla instructed as Lois laid her panties atop the instrument tray. “I’ve worked on more than a dozen superheroines so far, several of them three or four times. One of the things you either love or hate about working on superheroines is their access to the Avengers’ tissue regenerator. Some technicians see the tissue regenerations as their hard work going to waste when the body modifications are undone. I look at it as job security!”

Lois Lane was all too aware of her current nakedness and the fact that millions of eyes around the world were undoubtedly watching her as she stepped over to the restraint table and stood shivering beside it. The table consisted of a central, rectangular module with a leather-covered seat/buttocks pad atop it. Two pair of three boned ‘limbs’ extended horizontally outward from the outer ends of the rectangular module —one pair toward the back of the platform and one pair toward the front. Each bone consisted of overlapping constructions, so that they could be lengthened or shortened, and the joints between each of the bones could be rotated outward or inward or upward or downward. The ends of each ‘limb’ contained circular control modules with a push-button control pad on the rear upper surface, and U-bolts meant to be secured to the cuffs the table’s occupant would be wearing on the forward upper surface. The table itself was supported by a two boned post rising from a circular stand. Joints between these stand bones allowed the table to be rotated or tilted as needed. Lois shrugged her shoulders and climbed onto the table, sitting on the leather-covered pad with her knees raised against her chest to cover her breasts and arms wrapped around her lower legs so that her arms and lower legs blocked view of her privates.

Seeing Lois atop the restraint table, the diminutive castratrix concluded her spiel with, “There are videos or stills of my work at the adult superheroine websites, such as The Wizard’s Lair. Those of you who’ve been to these websites will have guessed correctly that today will my first opportunity to work on the X-Girls. In the Genoshan environment, I believe there is a very good chance my work will stick and those six girls in the cages behind us will be permanently castrated despite their superheroine status. As Miss Lois Lane isn’t a superheroine, and therefore doesn’t have access to a tissue regenerator, I think it’s safe to assume that she is correct about HER sex life coming to an abrupt and everlasting end as well, just a few short minutes from now. Let’s get to work and make it so!”

“There you have it, folks,” came Mitch Goddard’s voice through Lois’s satellite linkup earphone, “Daily Planet and Galaxy Broadcasting System’s star Pulitzer Prize winning reporter, Lois Lane, appears to be on the verge of suffering a public clitoridectomy as punishment for concealing her uncircumcised status while attempting to cover today’s slave auction sale of six female members of the sometimes outlaw band of mutant superheroes known as the X-Men. You seem to be accepting your… should I say, sentence…well, Lois. I don’t want to make things worse for you, but can you tell our viewers how you’re feeling just now? Are you afraid at all?”

“Don’t take this as a complaint, Mitch, seeing as you just saw a recording of me asking for what I’m about to get so that my crime could be declared paid for…meaning I can go home after the slave auction,” Lois Lane rasped softly in a quivering voice while she watched Carla pull four metal cuffs out of a floor-well, “but I’m scared shi…scared to death. I know I’m facing a very painful penance, as it is well known that body modification specialists do not numb the targeted organs or appendages before they are snipped, clipped, pruned, or sliced away. If I don’t lose control of my bladder before Carla is done with me, I will be exceedingly pleased with myself.”

“You’ll do fine, Lois!” Carla declared with as much assurance as she could manage as she stepped over to the restraint table with one cuff in her left hand another tucked under her right armpit. “I really do think that, if you can maintain the right attitude, you are actually going to have fun…well until the very last. Give me your right wrist!”

“I do hope you are right Carla,” Lois Lane replied in a quivering voice as she unfolded her right arm from her legs. “To be honest, I’m more afraid of maintaining my composure through the preliminaries than I am about the pain that comes at the end. So finding the procedure entertaining would be a good thing. Sorry for the divergent conversations going on here, Mitch. I need to give priority to the one taking place onsite, but I do need to know if the viewers can hear the dialogue that is taking place between me and Dr. Cummings.”

“Understood, Lois! Just ignore me if I ask you something at a bad time. We can hear what is being said on the circumcision platform five-by-five, Miss Lane!” came through Lois’s earpiece as Carla snapped a metal cuff around her right wrist and nodded to the news-reporter-cum-clitoredectomy-client’s left wrist. Simultaneously, the same words came from the thirty-by-twenty-foot billboard screens at either end of the market square, which also were filled with an image of Mitch Goddard in studio. Obviously, the producer for CGBS-AC was mixing feeds from the network news channel into the live cable broadcast.

“Actually, everyone here at the slave auction site can now see and hear our broadcast five-by-five too, Mitch!” Lois exclaimed with more than a tinge of disappointment in her voice as Dr. Cummings cuffed her left wrist and then bent to pick up the ankle cuffs. “They’re sending the CGBS-AC feed to the billboards here. Be careful what you say on your end, okay?” As the image of her perched on the pad of the restraint table, strategically blurred because the feed was still being sent to the network channel, replaced Goddard’s head and shoulders, Lois wished she could tell Metropolis to be careful what they showed, as well. Unfortunately, the whole purpose of the cable broadcast was to show unedited footage of what was going to be happening to the X-Girls in as much detail as possible, and that footage was now going to include the declitting of Lois Lane. Having a giant image of her vulva being displayed at both ends of the Market Square was going to be unavoidable.

“Forgive me for stating the obvious, Miss Lane,” Carla chided softly as she cuffed first Lois’ left ankle and then her right, “but we should be careful what, and how much, we are saying on our end as well. While I know you want your reporting to be as extensive as possible, your news colleagues, your producers, and you yourself should be careful not to distract YOU from what is happening to YOU, Miss Lane. The procedure I am about to perform on you would cost a girl at least $3,000 back home. While you might be enjoying your body modification for free, you’d still do well to pay attention and make the most of it. As you acknowledged earlier, like the paying customers, the sexual climax you get just be for the clit clipping will most likely be your last cum ever!”

“Yes, of course, Carla!” Lois replied softly with embarrassment on her comely face, as Goddard closed out the GBS breaking news segment and the picture on the billboard unblurred. “Sorry! You are right! I only get to do this once…so I should…ummm…pay attention!”

“Right!” the diminutive body modification specialist spat as she stepped to the head-ward end of the restraint table, and tapped buttons on each of the control pads to cause the U-bolts at the end of each arm to pop outward, exposing a gap in the bolts inner posts. “Now slide forward until the small of your back is on the hip pad, stick your arms straight upward, and lean back. Don’t worry! I’ll keep you from falling between the arm restrainers.”

Lois frowned as she slid forward, raised her arms above her head, and leaned back. The foxy reporter’s frown relaxed a little as Dr. Cummings grabbed her elbows and controlled her decent. Then Carla pushed her left hand under the back of Lois’s neck to keep her steady, while she pulled her right hand up Lois’s arm to get control of her wrist. The diminutive circumcision specialist then deftly pushed one of the half-rings protruding from the wrist cuff through the gap in the U-bolt, tapped the right arm restraint control pad, and watched as the U-bolt popped inward and the gap disappeared. Carla put her right hand under Lois’s neck and used her left hand to repeat the procedure with the reporter’s left wrist cuff. Finally, Dr. Cummings held buttons down on the control pads at the end of each arm-restraint assembly, and the arm-restraint assemblies rotated outward until Lois’s arms were spread at forty-five-degree angles.

“Slide your behind a bit downward, Lois. Then test your arm restraints and tell me what you think.”

“FUCK ME! Oops! I think, Carla that I desperately want my hands freed so that I can protect my privates. That urge is nearly overwhelming, knowing where your interest in my welfare lies!”

“Good! That should help get your juices flowing. Now for your legs, before we rack you.”

Hearing the Daily Planet’s star reporter groan with apprehension, Dr. Carla Cummings giggled jovially as she slid to the other end of the restraint table. After two pairs of taps and some deft maneuvering of Lois’s ankles, she had U-bolts closed around ankle cuff half rings. Carla held down two outward pointed buttons on the two leg assembly control pads, and the leg-restraint assemblies rotated outward until the sexy reporter’s legs were well spread. As Cummings held down a pair of downward pointed buttons on the control pad, the most foot-ward bones bent downward, forcing Lois to bend her knees.

Doctor Cummings walked back to the head-ward end of the restraint table and simultaneously held down another button on each of the control pads, and watched as the outermost bone in the arm-restraint assembly lengthened until Lois groaned in discomfort. “Sorry, Lois!” Carla chirped jovially. “For your own safety, we need to make sure you don’t have much ability to wiggle. Don’t worry! Your joints will loosen up enough for the discomfort from stretching to mostly fade. Now, for one final adjustment to the restraint table!” The body modification technician knelt and tapped a button on the joint between the upper and lower stand bones, and the table tilted fifteen degrees forward, raising Lois’s head and lowering her widespread feet.

“Lift your head and look at your pelvis, Miss Lane,” Carla instructed glibly. “Can you see your crotch?”

Lois Lane blushed beet red as her head popped up instantly without her consciously obeying the instruction and she peered between her legs, before exclaiming, “Damn! I can see the pointed termination of my pubes, but can’t quite see my hood…or my clit under it. I’d need to be able to bend my waist….”

“That won’t be a problem, Miss Lane,” Dr. Cummings interrupted Lois while she grinned at Jimmy. “You, Olsen, isn’t it? Zoom in on Lois’s vulva so that your producers can put it on the screen. I want to make sure I have the tilt right. I’m not used to having my work on a raised platform filmed!”

Lois’s blush deepened as the billboard at the far end of the square before her was filled with a close-up of her own privates and Stanton’s voice in her earpiece declared, “Olsen’s camera work is great, Lois, but tell Dr. Cummings she should tilt your pussy another ten degrees or so downward so that we can line the shot up with the projection of your clit!”

“What?” Lois exclaimed, the mortification she was feeling all too apparent. “Carla, the studio producer suggests you tilt me more forward, so that the camera angle is aligned with my pleasure node. They want to focus on my…. Well, they want the camera to see me as well as possible when you….”

“There is soon going to be a transparent extraction tube fitted over your clitoris, Lois,” Dr. Cummings explained matter-of-factly. “IT’S going to be aligned with your clitoral shaft. If they want to show you being stretched, they are going to want to be able to get the shot under and through the bottom of the tube, so I’m thinking I’ve got the angle about right. However, if the producer wants to screw things up, I’ll do as he suggests!”

“No, I understand what Dr. Cummings is saying, and agree with her on how Olsen needs to get the shot, should it come to that, Lois,” Stanton’s voice quickly interjected in her earpiece. “Look, Lane, it sounds as if that castratrix is about ready to administer the sentence the Genoshan officials are trying to foist upon you for ignoring their circumcision law. Where in the hell is your boyfriend, Superman, Lois? Surely, big blue isn’t going to let them actually clip you!”

“Yes, where is Superman, Miss Lane?” came from the top of the higher slave auction platform and Cameron Hodge’s face replaced Lois’s vulva on the monitor screens in Genosha and around the world. Lois Lane frowned as Hodge tapped the earphone receiver in his right ear.

“That’s right, where is that damned Kryptonian?” rang out from in front of the treatment platform and the image on the screens dizzily shifted as Jimmy turned the camera from Hodge to Delany, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat beside him. “Bring the alien bastard on. Genosha is ready to turn the so-called ‘Man of Steel’ into silly putty!”

“I thought this may be part of what’s going on,” Lois Lane spat with surprising jubilation as she glared at the Delany. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure you recognized Mr. Hodge, the first speaker referring to Superman. Mr. Hodge, who has evidently been listening to my communications with my studio back in the states, is supervising the X-Girl slave auction proceedings, to which my payment for my criminal behavior has become a prequel.”

“The second gentleman,” Lois continued with obvious contempt, “the man on your screen now, is Samuel Delany, an official with the American Embassy here in Genosha. Mr. Delany has been working with the Genoshan government by identifying American women visiting Genosha, such as Saylor Twift a few weeks ago and myself today, who failed to get themselves circumcised prior to their visits. I suspect that an examination of Mr. Delany’s bank accounts will show that he has been getting a percentage of the revenue from the sales of the severed clitorises of the American women he outed.”

“Gentlemen, I fear you’ve underestimated both my own sense of integrity and Superman’s respect for the law!” Lois Lane declared with icy calmness. “I admitted my guilt and agreed to this proposed penance for my crime of failing to get myself circumcised before coming to Genosha. I’m allowing myself to get publically circumcised on worldwide television as part of that punishment, and I WILL return to Genosha afterwards to perform all that is required of me in one of this country’s government-owned quote-unquote houses of pleasure.”

“If you were hoping Superman was going to try to rescue me…to prevent me from paying for my crime, gentlemen, you are going to be sorely disappointed.” Lois declared with a mischievous grin on her face as she decided not to mention Superman’s absence from Earth. “The man is a boy scout! He respects not just the laws of the United States of America, but the laws of each and every state in that commonwealth, as well as the laws of individual nations around the world…whether he agrees with those laws or not. If this was not his way, Superman could have ended many practices that have eventually come to be seen as morally wrong, such as apartheid in South Africa, decades before their time. Hell, he could have made himself king of the world!”

“I broke a Genoshan law!” the intrepid reporter spat with obvious emotion. “Superman would see that as a black and white fact. He may have tried to talk me out of coming to Genosha to prevent that law breaking. However, once I insisted on coming to Genosha and got caught being illegally uncircumcised, Superman, himself, would have insisted that I accept the designated punishment for breaking that law. There will be no rescue for me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way! Let’s get on with the circumcision of Lois Lane!”

Chapter 7. Ambience, Politics, and Physiological Minutia

“Okay, Lane!” Stanton’s voice spat from Lois’s earpiece. “I think we understand! No rescue is in the works, and you’re happy to play the porn star in this clitoridectomy docudrama. Sorry about causing that distraction to the erotic ambience you and Dr. Cummings had been gradually building between yourselves that, frankly, your viewing public was beginning to delight in.”

“Mute!” the foxy reporter spat with obvious discomfiture as she frowned at Olsen. “Just the audio, Jimmy! I have studio issues to deal with.”

“Forget it, Stanton!” Lois Lane grumbled softly, obviously disappointed in Stanton’s mistaken interpretation that she was happy with her soul crushing fate, but equally frustrated at the diminishment of that ambience the producer had spoken of that had been making the terrifying ordeal Lois faced at least interesting. “There was no way of knowing our signal was being intercepted. The mood IS broken, however…for me at least! I assume for the viewers at well. I could use some direction now. How do I get things back to where we were?”

“I can see from the video that Olsen is sending that Dr. Cummings is listening patiently to your side of our conversation, Lane,” Stanton calmly replied. “It would be better if she heard the suggestion I’m about to make from me directly rather than relayed from you. Have Olsen hand Dr. Cummings his smart phone. Liz, ring Jimmy Olsen’s mobile for me!”

“Carla, that calls for you!” Lois declared as Jimmy’s smart phone’s ringtone sounded. “The studio producer wants to tell you something. I don’t know what…I swear!”

“He can’t talk me out of finishing my job, Lois,” Carla chided softly with a big grin on her face while Lois squirmed on the restraint table, trying to make her badly stretched joints stop aching. “Your clit is destined to fill a necklace pendant in the VERY near future! Still, it can’t hurt to hear your boss’s offer.”

Dr. Cummings winked first to Lois and then to Jimmy as she stooped at the front edge of the platform and took the phone Olsen held out. Carla listened and silently nodded for ninety seconds before exclaiming, “You have a deal, Mr. Stanton!” and handing the phone back to Jimmy.

“Lois,” Stanton’s voice came through the comely newshound’s earpiece, “we’re going bring GBS back in and turn the show over to Mitch’s panel of talking heads for the next few minutes. That should take the stress of doing the play-by-play off of you for a while. In the meantime, Dr. Cummings will be trying to…errr…restore the ambience. DO try to get in the mood again to make the best of the jam you’ve gotten yourself into. If you work at it, by the time that sexy castratrix is done answering the panel’s last question of the segment, I suspect you’ll be back to eagerly anticipating that very final climax Dr. Cummings seems to be equally eager to force upon you!”

“Thanks for taking my mind off of my sordid fate, George!” Lois jibed facetiously, before continuing in a mellower tone. “But thanks for lightening the load for a moment. I’m sure the stress I’m feeling will dissipate a little. Okay, Jimmy, un-mute.”

Almost instantly, the picture on the billboards switched to a shot of Mitch Goddard sitting at a long desk, behind which sat another man and two women. Goddard proclaimed in his best radio voice, “Welcome, GBS network viewers, to another breaking news update from Genosha. As a reminder, much of the picture and sound you will be seeing is from CGBS-AC’s ongoing live special coverage of the impending slave auction featuring six female X-Men and their post-sale processing. As many viewers may remember from our earlier GBS News coverage segments, or from our ongoing, live, uncensored CGBS-AC coverage, a prequel to the sale of the X-Girls is now underway. Daily Planet and GBS Pulitzer Prize winning reporter Lois Lane has been prepared to suffer the same fate as the female X-Men will be facing post-sale—forced circumcision.”

“While we watch on split-screen as final preparations are being made for Miss Lane’s clitoridectomy…appropriately blurred and partially muted for the next few minutes on all channels while GBS viewers are watching along with you CGBS-AC viewers…our panel of experts will be debating the pros and cons of female circumcision, both in the United States and around the world. Our panel consists of United States Senator Deborah Hawkings, a liberal who opposes female circumcision under most circumstances, United States Congresswoman Sally Rollins, a conservative who supports CONSENSUAL female circumcision, and Dr. Samuel Gibbons, a university history professor who is an expert on sexuality’s role in development of civilization, and a proponent of both consensual and nonconsensual female circumcision. Senator Hawkings, why do you oppose….”

“Ignore them for now, Lois,” Carla urged in a whispered voice as she stood beside the restraint table. “I want you to concentrate on what is happening to YOU for the next five or ten minutes. You should know that your producer back in Metropolis made no attempt to talk me out of clipping you. Instead, they asked me to help entertain their viewers by giving you the most thrilling declitting I can manage, hoping that you will either reward them with a nice, juicy, visually pleasing cum, or a spectacular gut-wrenching agony-drenched scream when the moment of truth comes. I’m hoping I can get you to give them both!”

“Now, Miss Lane, listen carefully!” Dr. Cummings continued in a much louder voice so that what she said could be heard in the background of Hawkings explaining how female circumcision, except for cases of cancer and other serious medical problems, was just another mechanism to keep females from achieving political, social, and economic equality with men. “If you make my job harder for me while I’m stretching your pleasure node out of its cavity, or while I’m preparing to make the final cut, by trying to shift your pelvis out of the way, I will pull a breast ripper out from under the restraint table and send you home with a very visually displeasing and much less curvy upper torso.”

Carla bent, put her lips over Lois’s right breast tip and suckled on it for fifteen seconds, before switching breasts and suckling on her left nipple for another fifteen seconds, causing the sexy reporter to moan in pleasure, before observing, “I’m guessing from THAT sound you’d rather I didn’t use the breast ripper on you. Trust me! I’d love to have you give me an excuse to show the X-Girls what I might just have in store for at least one of them. Will I ruin the Phoenix’s big milk bags? Will I check the White Queen’s moneymakers for silicone implants? Will I shred Shadowcat’s itty bitty titties? You’ll see for yourself, if you can avoid the need for a hospital by keeping your own pretty bosom pretty, Miss Lois Lane!”

While Congresswoman Rollins listed what she viewed as the benefits of consensual female circumcision to society, the clitoridectomy technician chuckled as she leaned to her right, peered closely at Lois’s vulva, and declared, “Well, I think we’re already past any loss of enthusiasm caused by Hodge and Delany’s interruptions. You’re sopping wet, Lois! Let’s see if we can get you to beg me to move past the foreplay.”

Carla bent lower and kissed the apex of Lois Lane’s vulva and then sucked gently over the sultry reporter’s doomed pleasure node, causing Lois to coo with delight! As the body modification technician lifted her head upward, she gently fingered Lois’s inner labia with her right hand.

Meanwhile, Senator Hawkings used her interpretation of the blurred image on the split-screen as an example of how the legalization of severe body modification outside of medical practices actually promoted promiscuity, given that a final sexual climax was an integral part of standard treatment procedures.

“What do you mean, female circumcision promotes casual extra-marital sexual affairs, both pre- and post-clitoridectomy?” Congresswoman Rollins hissed angrily. “It does not! Do you even know anyone who has been circumcised? I do! I had both of my daughters clipped right after puberty! I was worried about them before I paid for the body modifications! Now both are models of feminine behavior!”

“Yes, you Californians made it legal for parents to choose whether or not their children should have their bodies modified. What right do you have to decide what’s in someone’s best interest before they even reach adulthood!”

“I’m the mother! I know….”

After a few seconds of probing her middle finger into Lois’s vagina, Carla nodded into Jimmy’s camera. Goddard immediately interrupted the two female politicians’ argument with, “Why don’t we turn the sound from Genosha back up and get a body modification specialist’s opinion on the matter of the ‘parents’ right to choose’ laws that have passed in a number of states following national legalization of severe body modification of consenting adults. What is your take on this issue, Dr. Cummings?”

“I don’t have political opinions…Mitch, isn’t it?” Carla replied tersely. “I will say that, when I work with the Scarlet Witch at the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’, we work only on consenting adults, as our FEDERAL licensing allows. When I work for SCS, I do nonconsensual body modifications as allowed by the laws of the countries I’m working in. As I said earlier, for SCS I mostly work on superheroines in the U.S., and United States law specifies that costumed vigilantes have no protection under the law without any mention of age. That means I would work on super-Lolitas if I’m paid to do so. As you know, I’ll be clipping Kitty Pryde, better known as Shadowcat, very shortly, which would be just as legal for me to do in the U.S. as it is here in Genosha. Perhaps your academician has a less controversial and more enlightening question.”

“I do, but first I’ll weigh in on the Senator’s argument by pointing out that, although female circumcision has been practiced with great benefits to various civilizations for thousands of years, I don’t think anyone has ever, before today, argued that declitting a girl actually promotes promiscuity! My question to Doctor Cummings is…and maybe I don’t know the answer just because I’m the only male on the panel…how can modern clitoridectomies involving significant extraction of clitoral tissue possibly work the way they do. From my…err…damn it…err observations of vulvas…the clitoris seems to be pretty firmly knitted into the vulva tissue around it. Does that make sense, Dr. Cummings?”

“Yes, Dr. Gibbons, it does. It is a question I frequently get…including from other women. If the studio could put a diagram of the vulva with emphasis on the clitoris on the screen, I’ll talk about the structure of the female sex organ. Then I’ll have Mr. Olsen zoom in on Miss Lane’s vulva and we’ll discuss what the diagram was attempting to illustrate using the vulva that is about to undergo clitoral shaft stretching followed by clitoral excision.”

“Okay,” Mitch Goddard broke in, “we’re now going to send our GBS viewers back to the programming we interrupted for this special breaking news report. We will have you viewers back when additional breaking news warrants interrupting network programs. GBS viewers who are interested in viewing Dr. Cumming’s explanation should switch to CGBS-AC. If our CGBS-AC producer doesn’t mind, I would like to finish this segment, if our panel would be so kind as to remain with us through Dr. Cummings’ response to Dr. Gibbons’ fascinating question.” Mitch paused for a pregnant moment while channel feeds were switched, and then asked, “Do we have the diagram? Let’s get it on screen.”

“Perfect!” Carla called out as a side by side picture of two separate diagrams of the female vulva area appeared on the screen. “I’ll start by having viewers focus on the left diagram first. Mitch, I may need your producer to switch from the diagrams to a close-up of Miss Lane’s vulva several times as I answer Dr. Gibbons’ question. Hopefully, I won’t need to clarify too many times before I’m done, but do interrupt me if you must.”

“As I’m here this afternoon to perform six female circumcisions…woops, seven, counting Miss Lane…a procedure that can be more accurately termed clitoridectomy, let’s start our discussion with the clitoris. When you examine a female vulva…and we’ll take a good look at Miss Lane’s vulva shortly…you’ll find the only visible portion of the clitoris at the upper apex of the vulva at the upper junction of the labia minora…that’s the inner pinker petals of the pussy lips if you need me to be completely layperson friendly…just beneath the clitoral hood, which is also called a prepus. What you see is a shiny bulb-like ellipsoid that averages the size of the average-sized pea, called the clitoral glans.”

“Looking at the left diagram, the clitoral glans, labled ‘glans clitoris’, looks very much like the glans, or head, of a penis, save it lacks the more sharply defined corona. In fact, the tissue making up the clitoris as a whole would have grown into a penis during development of the fetus had the zygote possessed a y-chromosome at conception. As you can see, the clitoral glans is the exterior terminus of the organ of interest…the clitoris.”

“Behind and joined with the clitoral glans is the clitoral shaft, double labeled on the diagram, which has a duller look and a rougher texture. As you can see, from the glans, the clitoral shaft extends upward under the hood and inward into the female body and then bends until the projection of the clitoral shaft is downward. A bit further down, the clitoral shaft splits to form the crura, or clitoral legs, which project downward and outward around other pelvic structures, including the vagina. Again like the penis, the clitoral shaft is made up largely of erectile tissue, which swells during sexual stimulation causing the organ to become tumid and, well, erect. The clitoral glans may have some erectile capabilities as well, but most of the tumidity occurs in the clitoral shaft.”

“Note that the left diagram clearly displays the clitoris as an organ into itself, and, if there was a way to illustrate it, this organ would be shown to be housed in its own body cavity. Also note that, unlike the penis, the clitoris does not host the urethra…the urinary tract. The clitoris in fact appears to have only one function…facilitating female sexual climax. With those points emphasized, let’s switch to a close-up of Miss Lane’s vulva.”

Lois Lane blushed beet red and shivered with nervous trepidation as a close-up of her un-blurred privates appeared on the billboard and, she knew, television screens around the world. The spunky reporter groaned with despair as she felt Carla spread both her inner and outer labial lips with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, and then moaned softly as she felt the index finger of the body modification technician’s right hand push into the depths of her sex.

“This is the vagina, boys,” Dr. Cummings quipped as she worked her finger in and out of the obviously moist orifice. “Your penis goes in there if you want to make a baby! Everyone sees the much smaller hole, the urethra, above it, right? That’s for waste-fluid release only. Finally, let’s focus our attention to the top of Miss Lane’s vulva. Yes, that’s it, the shiny bump!”

Lois moaned louder as Carla circled her index finger around the rim of her pleasure node, and declared, “This is where my attention will begin to be focused in a few short minutes; Lois Lane’s clitoral glans. As you can see it is a shiny bulbous nub of flesh, probably the size of that average pea I mentioned, but we can’t see the whole glans yet. It's partially hidden under the clitoral hood by the hood itself and some surrounding vulval skin tissue.”

Dr. Cummings circled her finger tip twice more around the tumid glans as the nude reporter squirmed on the restraint table, and then continued with, “If you’ll look VERY carefully at the image, you’ll see that there IS a faint depression around the rim of Miss Lane’s clitoral glans. I will admit this rim between clitoral flesh and the vulva tissue forming what I’ll call the vulva roof, is easier to see here than it often is. With many women, the roof tissue seems to merge with clitoral tissue, and if the clitoral glans is close to the same color as the vulva tissue, the clitoral glans appears to be only a shiny bump in the roof of tissue. I don’t know if sometimes there is actual inter-layering of the organ cells and the vulval skin cells, but if so, it isn’t important as I’ll explain shortly.”

“OOOYYY!” Lois Lane grunted loudly as Carla abruptly pinched her pleasure node between the thumb and index finger of her right hand as she continued to spread the spread-eagled reporter’s sex with her left, and lifted outward.

As the apex of her ‘client’s’ vulva tented slightly outward, Dr. Cummings chortled softly, “I believe this illustrates your point doesn’t, Dr. Gibbons?”

“Yes, precisely!” the history professor declared with more than a little self-satisfaction as his face joined Lois’s vulva as part of a momentary split-screen view. “It seems obvious that if you’re going to stretch the clitoral glans into something…say the barrel of a declitting tube…you’re going to be taking the hood, that vulval skin tissue you talked about, and the apexes of the labia minora with it.”

“It DOES seem so, doesn’t it?” Carla chuckled as she continued to bounce the clitoral glans pinched between her fingers upward and downward while Lois grunted and grimaced. “Sorry, Miss Lane, but I needed to illustrate the good professor’s point. As our viewers may have noticed, our dear Genoshan lawbreaker is reacting rather strongly to even this slightest bit of abuse to her clitoris. As well she should! It is estimated that there are about 8,000 sensory nerve endings in the clitoris, most of them in the clitoral glans. These nerve endings are largely responsible for the message of intense pleasure that is sent to the brain during sexual climax. However, they don’t like being squeezed and tugged on, and they are more than happy to communicate that message to the brain as well, which Miss Lane is currently discovering. Just imagine, Lois, and you X-Girls behind me too, how loudly those sensory nerves are going to scream at your brain when they’re abruptly truncated during your imminent declitting!”

“Where was I? Oh yes. Lois’s clitoris does SEEM to be pretty attached to its…home…at the apex of her vulva. That is understandable. The clitoral glans has occupied this lofty perch in the roof of Miss Lane’s vulva for…how old are you, Miss Lane?”

“Twenty-six, if you must know. Stop pinching! You’ve made your point!”

“I’m about to make one point, but it will be a few moments before I get to the punch line, Miss Lane,” Carla chirped as she continued to tug in an irregular rhythm. “Dr. Gibbons, our lovely reporter’s clitoris has been snug in its nifty little perch under the clitoral hood, with the clitoral shaft in a nice custom-fitted body cavity surrounded by plenty of mucous membranes…the same membranes that help keep internal organs in their place… for twenty-six years. Mucous membranes are sticky but have fairly low tensile strengths as their main purpose is to keep the organs moist. Deeper in the body, there may be other types of connective tissues encountered in the clitoral cavity as well; these other tissues are unimportant to our story.”

“Now, Dr. Gibbons, if I’m right, and you can see on the diagram that the medical community agrees with me, that the clitoris is an organ that merely projects into the apex of the vulva, what do you expect might happen if I used some mechanism to hold the clitoral hood and vulva roof in place around the clitoral glans while I apply outward tension to the glans itself parallel with the projection of the clitoris before its downward bend?”

“It might pop free of its…home?” the history professor asked with a grin on his face as the picture briefly focused on the panel of experts.

“Precisely!” Carla spat as she released her pinch around Lois’s sexual center, and began gently circling her right forefinger around its rim. Lois Lane’s grunts of discomfort instantly morphed into soft moans of pleasure. “And if you can pop the glans free from the apex of the vulva and surrounding vulval skin tissue, the tensile forces can be transferred to the clitoral shaft itself beyond the glans. With enough tension, the tensile stress can be transferred ever deeper into the body of the girl being declitted!”

“That, my friend, was the epiphany that led to Doctor Doom’s creation of the declitting tube, a device that has revolutionized approaches to extra-medical clitoridectomies. Doom’s discovery that focused tension alone would allow for the extraction of significant percentages of a woman’s clitoris was a marvelous discovery. Added to that, however, was his incorporation into his declitting tube design of an ultrasonic projector which projects ultrasonic vibrations forward from the declitting tool parallel to the clitoral cavity, softening the mucous membranes around the clitoral shaft and weakening the tensile strength of any connective tissue encountered during clitoral stretching. Have I satisfied your curiosity, Dr. Gibbons?”

“Mostly, Dr. Cummings,” the history professor replied with a smirk on his face as the producer went with a split-screen again, this time with a wider shot of the SCS platform. “However, it seems that there still might be more than a little vulva trauma as the clitoral glans is popped outward, given the apparent inter-layering you mentioned of clitoral tissue and vulval tissue. Additionally, clitoridectomies have been performed on women, usually to their benefit but sometimes to their detriment, for thousands of years throughout most of the known world. Could you elaborate more on why you think this…epiphany…of von Doom’s is so laudable?”

“Yes, of course,” Carla replied as she pulled her hand back from Lois’s vulva with a mischievous grin on her face. “Mitch, could we get the diagrams back. I need to give Miss Lane a brief respite from my digital ministrations while I rap up this infomercial, and then put her out of her misery!”

“Certainly, Dr. Cummings,” Mitchell Goddard declared in his best radio voice. “I can’t tell you how much your explanations will help us enjoy…I mean…appreciate the significance of…the impending forced circumcisions of Lois Lane, and, post-slave-auction-sale, the six X-Girls. As part of your wrap up, can you tell us how much of the girls’ clitorises will be clipped out of their bodies, and whether or not our audience should expect to see much blood? I would imagine this might get a little gory!”

“I sure can, Mitch,” Dr. Cummings chirped as the diagrams again filled the screen. “Both subjects are part of the answer to the good Professor’s question. Dr. Gibbons, the right diagram shows, in blue, the major blood supply network in the human female pelvis area. Notice that the blood supply to the clitoral glans and shaft is from the clitoral dorsal artery along the crest of the organ, and, not shown, from the clitoral cavernorsal artery that runs up the central region of the clitoral shaft. Note that, shown in pink in the diagram, the skin of the vulva, or vulva roof, does not receive blood supply from either of these arteries. The skin, in fact, like the dermis and epidermis throughout the body, receives its blood supply primarily from networks of minute blood vessels called capillaries. The vulval capillaries terminate outside the margins of the clitoral glans, so when tension is applied and the clitoris is ‘unplugged’ from the outer part of its body cavity, these capillaries are rarely ruptured.”

“Prior to the development of Doctor Doom’s declitting tube, extra-medical clitoridectomies were performed, usually by older village females having no formal medical training, using cutting tools ranging from broken glass, to kitchen knives, to razor blades. To extract the clitoris, the cutter simply circled the visible manifestation of the clitoral glans with the tip of the cutting tool, digging deeper into the apex of the vulva with each revolution of the tool. This inevitably resulted in capillaries in the vulva roof being ruptured, leading to minor bleeding, but also frequently resulted in the clitoral dorsal artery being nicked, leading to significant bleeding. At the end of what would be termed a successful female circumcision, you would be left with a girl with a bloody mess at the apex of her vulva, and a father or husband being presented with a half inch, at best, of organ resembling a wet, limp, blood-coated noodle!”

“When the declitting tube was first invented, it was actually marketed as a ‘bloodless’ declitting tool, which I’m sure Dr. Gibbons would consider laudable in itself. In reality, both the clitoral dorsal and clitoral cavernosal arteries are severed during the declitting process with the declitting tube and all other modern female circumcision technology, but compression from the vacated clitoral cavity around the clitoral stump staunches much of the bleeding.”

“With modern technology in state-of-the art consensual body modification clinics, such as the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’, the newly created clitoral stump is merely treated with topical disinfectants and topical coagulants, and the newly neutered client is sent home to interact with her personal physician as needed. For nonconsensual clitoridectomies, such as I perform for SCS, usually on superheroines in makeshift settings, the clitoral stump is cauterized post-declitting to completely staunch the minor bleeding of the clitoral arteries and prevent infection, and, more importantly, to destroy another fraction of an inch of clitoral nerves. I’ll explain why the latter is important next.”

“Returning our attention to the diagram on the left side of the screen, we’ll deal with Mitch’s question regarding the quantity of clitoris that might be removed during female circumcision. Before I do, I want to acknowledge that removal of even a good portion of the glans alone is sufficient to achieve the primary goal of female circumcision…to put an end to clitoral climaxes. However, if you are going to circumcise a girl, you’re probably going to want to be absolutely certain that goal has been achieved, and you want the people who pay you to do your work to be certain as well. The village cutter, prior to the development of modern technology, would have been extremely pleased to present her patron with that half-inch of pathetic-looking sex organ, and would usually have been happy to settle for a quarter of an inch.”

“Once again, von Doom revolutionized the modern clitoridectomy technician’s goals!” Carla proclaimed with a grin on her face while returning the forefinger of her right hand to Lois’s vulva, eliciting a low needful moan from the spread-eagled girl. Then, as diminutive castratrix slowly circled her finger around the squirming comely reporter’s pleasure node to emphasize her point, she added sarcastically, “And created a whole new line of jewelry, although I’m sure he never contemplated THAT.” As Lois gasped with alarm, Jimmy focused the camera once again on Carla’s face.

“With modern female circumcision technology, you can almost always get four inches of stretched flesh past the terminus of the clitoral cavity using only the clitoridectomy tool…regardless of whether you are using the declitting tube or the pneumatic vacuum extractor…that means without using a pry bar after stretching. That represents about an inch of tumid clitoris, meaning clitoral glans and clitoral shaft behind it.”

“With the pry bar, you can usually clip out an inch-and-a-half of tumid clitoris, and similar results can also be achieved using the third clitoridectomy tool currently available…the Richard’s FGC clamp. Post severing, that leaves the buried clitoral stump for the average girl at the location in the body shown on the upper left side of the left diagram, at least an inch inside the girl’s body. This is considered to be the goal for most modern extra-medical clitoridectomies. I should mention that, if cauterized, the clitoral nerve bundle is commonly destroyed to the bend point in the clitoral shaft. Cauterization is standard procedure for most involuntary circumcisions performed by SCS technicians, including by me today.”

“I mentioned that that last fraction of inch of clitoral nerves is considered important by SCS technicians, like me. As I’ve said several times, many of SCS’s clitoridectomies are performed on superheroines. These superheroines have access to a tissue regenerator that can restore severed clitorises, undoing our hard work, but the tissue regenerator is believed to have limitations. It is believed that the potential for clitoral regeneration decreases with increased depth of the healthy clitoral tissue in the clitoral cavity, and also decreases with both the length of time between clitoral excision and regeneration attempt and with the number of previous declittings.”

“To attempt to exploit the first regeneration limitation, I always cauterize my superheroine ‘clients’ clitoral stumps. Additionally, I frequently, as do most other technicians, use the more efficient, at least in terms of clitoral stretching, declitting tube on superheroines. In this case, the targeted stump location is shown on the upper right side of the left diagram. This represents the extraction of up to two inches of tumid clitoris. Although the stretched clitoral flesh behind the cut point literally snaps PARTIALLY back into the clitoral cavity when abruptly separated from the severed clitoris, that is the clitoral glans and a portion of the clitoral shaft behind it, the continued post-snap retreat of the clitoral stump as the elastic flesh un-deforms into its natural shape is fairly slow. This means that, if the body modification technician acts in a timely fashion, cauterization is still possible post-severing before the clitoral stump becomes withdrawn out of reach beyond the bend in the organ’s cavity.”

“To my knowledge, following attempted application of the Avengers’ tissue regenerator, only one superheroine has suffered regeneration failure due to depth of the healthy clitoral tissue in the clitoral cavity; she was able to get her clitoris restored using other means. With the increased frequency of clitoridectomies being included as penalties for superheroine setbacks, hopefully we will have better luck in terms of permanency of superheroine neutering due to frequency of clitoral excision.”

“If you’ll allow me to add length of clitoris extracted to von Doom’s laudable accomplishments in the field of clitoridectomies, I’ll mention one other meritorious benefit of his semi-bloodless tensile-extraction-followed-by-excision technique. Because the clitoris is extracted via slowly applied tensile forces, little trauma to the organ itself occurs. Once the organ has been extracted to the targeted extent, and the portion of the clitoral shaft stretched past the outer end of the clitoral cavity is allowed to un-deform into its natural shape, the erect organ in the form of an aesthetically pleasing girl penis is made available for harvesting. If preserved quickly, say in a stasis box, immediately after excision so that the tumidity is maintained, you have a very pleasing and, for the foreseeable future, rare core to that new line of jewelry I mentioned. Is the panel finished with me?”

“Your argument was well made and convincing, Dr. Cummings!” Dr. Gibbons declared with a sheepish grin on his face as Lois issued soft groans of sexual frustration in the background. “I’m sure your descriptions will be even clearer to our viewers once you’ve demonstrated them using Miss Lane. Are you going to use a declitting tube to try to ensure the permanence of your work today, considering the female X-Men qualify as costumed vigilantes?”

“No, I’m using the Stark/Richards pneumatic vacuum extractor to stretch the X-Girls’, and Miss Lane’s, clitorises out of their cavities,” Carla declared with a mischievous grin on her face as she continued to digitally maintain her client’s sexual arousal. “As I mentioned earlier, I don’t expect the X-Girls to escape Genoshan custody and gain access to the Avengers’ tissue regenerator. Additionally, with slave auctions, such as the one providing the purpose for today’s gathering, sometimes the rate of processing, which is the vacuum extractor’s strong point, is the most important factor.”

“Someone is likely preparing a follow-up regarding the permanence of my work on the first of my seven ‘clients’ today, given that Lois Lane is being allowed to return to the States following her castration. Let me again point out that, Miss Lane, not being a costumed vigilante, has, according to Tony Stark, no access to the tissue regenerator. I’m confident that I’ll be giving Lois her final clitoral climax a few minutes from now!”

“Does it bother you to be asked to work on consensual patients…wait…you prefer clients don’t you…like Miss Lane?” Congresswoman Rollins asked as she smiled into the camera on her side of the split-screen.

“Miss Lane, whatever she might claim, Congresswoman, is far from a consensual client!” Dr. Cummings spat assuredly. “I don’t mean that she isn’t convinced that she has to do what she’s doing to pay for the criminal oversight she committed in Genosha. I also don’t mean that she hasn’t contemplated the possibility that she might need to submit to a preemptory circumcision, and possibly a debreasting, if…I personally think when…the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals approves the ACLU brief extending the stripping of costumed vigilantes’ rights to protection under U.S. law to vigilante affiliates. I mean that she came here today with no intention of getting herself declitted, and that her conscious mind still desperately wants to escape from that restraint table with her vulva intact. This pleases me as, although I’m not exactly bothered when asked to work on consensual clients, I prefer forcing reluctant girls to accept their body modifications.”

“How do you know Miss Lane is not submitting to this consensually, Dr. Cummings?” Senator Hawkings asked contemptuously. “Or are you just saying that because you hope it to be true…for strictly sadistic reasons?”

“Senator Hawkings, when a girl signs up for a voluntary clitoridectomy, she’s usually hoping for an interesting experience, which will improve her existence in some manner, that just happens to include the final clitoral climax of her life,” Carla explained matter-of-factly as she allowed the fingers of her right hand to just barely brush over Lois’s tumid clitoris, resulting in more needful moans being issued from the Pulitzer Prize winning reporter’s throat. “The circumcision volunteers are usually moist with anticipation of what they expect to be a sexually stimulating experience, but concerns related to their libidos are usually well in the back of their mind as preparations for the life-changing experience are made. After all, it is commonly this libido itself that they are hoping the procedure will help them tame!”

“With involuntary clitoridectomy clients…or victims if you must…the life-changing alteration to their body that is about to be forced upon them, which will essentially cripple their libidos…libidos they, unlike their consensual counterparts, value…by ending their ability to enjoy clitoral climaxes, is all they can think about! In thinking about this insidious threat, they tend focus their complete attention on the vulva that is about to be altered. As a result, the girl waiting to be clipped is usually on the verge of sexual orgasm from the moment she is restrained in the circumcision station. If Mr. Olsen will again focus on Miss Lane’s vulva…thank you, Mr. Olsen! Note how puffy Miss Lane’s labia minora are and how tumid…or erect…her clitoris is. We can see three-quarters of her clitoral glans! Lois Lane is a hairsbreadth away from climax! Do you deny this, Miss Lane?”

“You’ve been fingering my sex for…what…ten minutes now! What did you expect?”

“I see! Then you admit to being sexually aroused, but blame it solely on digital stimulation? The thought of female castration isn’t contributing particularly much to your randiness because you are voluntarily having your femininity diminished…because it is the right thing to do…to pay for your crime?”

“Yes…sort of…I guess so.”

“Then you would not accept an offer from the government of Genosha to let you forego my treatment? You’d turn down an offer to let you go home with your clitoris still snugly at the apex of your vulva, Miss Lane?”

“Now you ARE being sadistic, Dr. Cummings! Yes, you were right when you told the congresswoman that I do not see myself as a consensual client. I admit it! However, we both know Genosha will never let me back out of my agreed upon punishment for ignoring their circumcision laws.”

“Was I also right in saying that the thought of your imminent declitting is also contributing to your current state of sexual arousal?”

“Make that…a sadistic BITCH, Dr. Cummings! Yes! Yes I admit it.”

“What do you want to do, Lois?”

“Get on with it. I need to cum!”

Chapter 8. Suction Fun

Lois Lane shivered with apprehension as Dr. Carla Cummings bent over her tightly spread-eagled body from the diminutive castratrix’s position on the right side of her torso, and gently kissed Lois’s engorged clitoris. As Lois moaned with sexual need, Carla chirped contentedly, “Now that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it? Don’t fret! Your declitting will be over in much less time than we have spent talking about it!”

“That’s the way it usually is with news stories, Carla,” Lois quipped back with a sheepish grin on her face. “Ten parts prelude to one part story, followed by one hundred parts post-story analysis to the one part story. In this case, fortunately for me, and I’ll not feel guilty about it, what you’re about to do to the X-Girls will be the page one story and should knock what is about to happen to me into the back pages and off of televisions screens. Speaking of news though, I guess I better stop the chitchat and get back to work. Mute sound, Jimmy!”

After the briefest of pauses, Lois asked, “Stanton, you heard that right?” Meanwhile, Carla stepped around the restraint table to retrieve another piece of equipment from another floor-well.

“Yes, Lois, everyone did!” producer George Stanton replied in a businesslike manner. “It sounds like the ambience is good again, and you are back to being ready to help carry on our coverage with some play-by-play.”

“Yes, and I mean to try! What did the improved eroticism cost us, George?”

“An unidentified Hellfire Club member made an opening bid of $200,000 on the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of clothing accessories website for a not-yet-in-stock necklace featuring a clitoris cored pendant autographed by Lois Lane. Edge is pretty sure he’ll be outbid. To be clear, the arrangement for the pre-order was for the clitoridectomy expertise, not for the semi-pornographic touchy-feely stuff. It, meaning both the paid infomercial AND the steamy stuff, was worth it! Our CGBS-AC viewership is through the roof. Can you do three minutes with Mitch on GBS to herd more viewers over to cable?”

“Yes, no problem,” Lois replied as she watched Carla plug a cord leading from a small box into a floor outlet. “Un-mute, Jimmy!”

Almost immediately, the news anchor, sans panel, appeared on the billboard widescreen (and, thus, on television screens around the world). “This is Mitch Goddard, GBS News, with more of the ongoing breaking story from Genosha where Daily Planet and GBS star reporter Lois Lane is about to undergo a forced clitoridectomy as punishment for breaking Genoshan laws. Lois, I’m told we have you on live feed. What is happening to you now and how are you holding up?”

“I’m holding up well, thank you, Mitch,” Lois replied as her chest and head filled the screen, her breasts covered with round blurs. “As viewers just joining us can see, I’ve been disrobed and am bound atop a restraint table in a spread-eagle position. Tension was applied to my arms as I was…errr…racked, and my joints have only just stopped aching. Currently, the Sunni Circumcision Services body modification technician, Dr. Carla Cummings, who will be performing the circumcision on me, is assembling the equipment that will be used to facilitate the clitoris clipping. Jimmy, can we get a shot of that?”

Instantly, the screen was filled with a small rectangular box with four size-D batteries along the bottom that Carla had just set on the floor beneath the restraint table between Lois’s widespread legs. Lois continued her reporting with, “As viewers can see, the object Doctor Cummings is working with is a small battery pack with a very small diameter tube sticking out of a circular port at the top of the box. What is that device for, Dr. Cummings?”

Carla pressed downward on the top end of the tube and there was a clicking sound, before she explained matter-of-factly, “The box, Miss Lane, is the power supply, with battery backup as you noted, for the cauterizing tube I just started running electricity through. After I’ve stretched your clitoris out of its cavity and clipped it off, there will be some minor bleeding from the clitoral stump left within the cavity. Additionally, I’ll need to make sure your wound won’t get infected. The cauterizing tube, an automobile-cigarette-lighter-like coil of metal in a non-heat conducting ceramic sheath, will not only staunch the bleeding and seal the wound against infection, but will also destroy another eighth of an inch or so of clitoral nerves.”

“And destroying that extra length of clitoral nerves will help ensure that achieving clitoral climax will be impossible for me, post-circumcision?”

“Precisely, Lois!” Carla spat with an ear-to-ear grin on her face, before standing and reaching into the tops of her knee-high white stockings to draw out a silver-colored object from each leg. “It takes a moment for the electricity to get the metal heated to the proper temperature, so we plug it in first. I know it seems strange, but we prepare the equipment more or less in reverse order of usage.”

“I can see that now!” Lois exclaimed as she visibly shivered with trepidation while Dr. Cummings set the two metal objects on her abdomen. “Please show our audience those objects and explain their use, if you don’t mind, Carla.”

“Certainly, Lois,” Dr. Cummings replied while grinning mischievously. “As the cable viewers might remember from our panel discussion a few minutes ago, I’m going to use a pneumatic vacuum extractor to stretch as much of your clitoris as possible out of its cavity. When that’s done, I’ll push one of these little green elastic compression bands,” Carla pulled a eight millimeter diameter disk with a two or three millimeter diameter hole in it from a pocket in the inside of her right micro-skirt sleeve and held it out, “off the tip of the clitoral extraction tube and around the base of the stretched clitoral shaft right at the outer margin of the clitoral cavity. This will keep the stretched tissue from retreating back into its cavity.”

Carla replaced the ring in the skirt pocket, and then plucked a small, silver metal, J-shaped pry bar, forked at the end of the curve, from Lois’s belly and held it out, as she continued with, “Then, once the tissue has un-stretched into its natural shape, I’ll fit this under the compression band and pry outward to create a gap under the compression band.”

Dr. Cummings placed the pry bar back on Lane’s abdomen and pulled the small metal cylindrical vibrator out from its holster under the restraint table, and held it toward the camera as she explained, “And while I’m still prying, I’ll carefully circle Superman’s main squeeze’s doomed girl penis with this small vibrator until she gives in and climaxes for her last time ever.”

Carla carefully placed the tube-like vibrator on Lois’s belly and picked up the remaining metal object—surgical scissors—and held them out to the camera as she chortled, “Then I’ll fit these into the gap created by the pry bar and, after I’ve let Lois enjoy her final cum for five or so seconds, I’ll squeeze. I imagine Miss Lane will holler in complaint fairly loudly at that point, which will announce her new status as a circumcised woman.”

“Now,” Dr. Cummings said as she put the scissors back on Lane’s abdomen, and walked around the back of the restraint table, “continuing my preparation of the equipment in reverse order of usage, I’m going to get the pneumatic vacuum extractor going.” As Carla stooped over the flat-bottomed cylinder near the outer side of the platform, she pressed down on two switches on the front top of the vacuum extractor, and explained, “I’ve just turned on the power to the vacuum extractor and activated the air compressor. The high-tech air compressor is silent and the rheostat pressure controller near the other end of the extraction tubing is still twisted closed, so no suction is being transmitted through the tubing, which is why you can’t hear the impeder valve working.”

Carla tapped on the black hose that protruded out of the top of the vacuum extractor, and then stepped towards the back of the platform to pick up the other end of the tubing, before stepping forward to the front of the platform and explaining, “As you can see, the business end of the clitoral extraction tube is transparent and scaled, and already has a fresh compression band fitted over its very tip. You hold the tip of this over the targeted clitoris’s glans, soon to be Lois Lane’s clitoral glans, and use this twistable knob on this control module behind the extraction tube, a rheostat pressure controller, to control suction pressure.”

Dr. Cummings stepped over to the restraint table, slid the end of the extraction tubing under Lois’s left thigh with her left hand, passed it to her right hand over the tightly bound reporters left thing, and laid the front of the tubing and the control module on Lois’s shivering torso. Carla looked up and grinned at the camera, before chortling, “And now we’re ready to explain all of this all over again in the right order. OR, I can step back over to where I was and I can actually proceed with your declitting, Miss Lane. Are we ready?”

“Well, Mitch,” Lois declared in a quivering voice, “it looks as if it’s time for me to pay the piper, so to say. I believe that means it is also time to let our GBS viewer’s return to their regularly scheduled programming, as I’m sure that the images we’re going to be transmitting from Genosha, at least until I’ve finished getting myself circumcised, may be either too brutal or too…errr…naughty…for family viewing. Adult viewers may want at this time to use their channel directory to switch to CGBS-AC for uncensored coverage of this breaking news. Back to you, Mitch!”

“Good luck, Lois!” Mitch Goddard exclaimed. “I know I’m changing the channel on my monitor as soon as I’ve said…we now return GBS network viewers to our regularly scheduled programming. Are we clear? Get Lois’s pus….”

Lois blushed beet red as she realized millions of viewers around the world knew the network anchor had, off screen, finished with “…sy on the big screen!” a split second later, the blurring disappeared from the image on the billboard widescreens, as well as televisions around the world tuned to the uncensored cable channel feed.

“Lane, can I stop doing marketing work and neuter you now?” Dr. Cummings chided sarcastically as she stepped back over to stand beside the right side of Lois’s waist. As the body modification technician gently circled the middle finger of her right hand around the lovely reporter’s swollen clitoral glans, causing Lois to immediately moan with pleasure, she quipped, “Do remember, I mean to get you to reward the patience of your viewers, who’ve been forced to wait an awfully long time to watch you pay that piper you mentioned, with a nice, long, juicy, cum, followed five seconds later with a loud, shrill, gut-wrenching, agony-drenched scream when you finally get clipped.”

“Well there’s not a hell of a lot I can do to stop you from achieving either of those goals, is there, Carla?” Lois Lane spat back as she squirmed under Dr. Cumming’s digital ministrations, so very close to climaxing. “Let’s get on with it. Those poor X-Girls are probably pretty pissed at being forced to wait so long for their own punishments…probably pissed at me!”

“I doubt it, but if they are, they won’t be forced to wait for long!” Carla chortled softly. “I may be starting up to a half hour late on the first of those mutant hotties to get herself sold into slavery, but I bet I’m back on schedule by the time the sixth gets her ass branded. Because of you, I won’t have to explain to each and every one of them what I’m doing to them! They’ve already heard it! Now they’ll see it!”

Dr. Cummings picked the vacuum extractor up off Lois’s torso with her left hand curled around its tip and with three fingers of her right hand supporting the control module while her forefinger and thumb pinched the module’s twistable knob. The body modification technician pushed the extractor back towards the shivering reporter’s feet, and then slid the open end of the transparent tubing forward towards Lane’s engorged clitoris. As Carla held the extraction tubing a half inch away from Lois’s swollen clitoral glans, she twisted the rheostat controller to its first setting and facetiously asked, “Can you feel it, Miss Lane?”

“Fuck me!” Lois Lane exclaimed with obvious trepidation. “I can feel air flowing over my privates. This is fucking really going to happen to me! SHIT! Sorry for the damned language, people!”

Lois groaned as Carla twisted the rheostat back off, and the flow of air over the apex of her vulva ceased, and then gasped loudly, “NO!” as the tip of the extraction tube brushed the tip of her clitoral glans. “WAIT! HODGE! Don’t do this! All I wanted to do was cover the frigging story!”

“Hodge isn’t anywhere in sight, Miss Lane,” Dr. Cummings announced calmly, “and if he was, he would blame your criminal sentencing on Sabbah, who would in turn would blame the punishment itself on you, claiming you yourself proposed it. I’m sorry, Lois…well I’m not sorry…but politeness demands I say I am, even though I’m looking forward to clipping Superman’s girlfriend. That’s you, Lois! The fact is, your bosses are the ones who messed up. This is an Islamic Fundamentalist country. Circumcision is mandatory for any post-pubescent girls within the borders of Genosha. Your bosses should have sent a male reporter, or a female reporter who’d already gotten herself cut!”

“They tried to!” Lois admitted in a quivering voice as she tried to wiggle her crotch away from the threatening tube tip. “I thought the story would lead to a scoop, so I claimed seniority over the woman who had been assigned the story and ignored my bosses’ warnings. Some scoop, huh!”

“I warned you about making my work difficult by squirming or bucking, Lane!” Dr. Cummings hissed as she pulled her left hand from the tip of the tubing and pressed downward on Lois’s pubic mound. “I’ll pull that damn breast ripper out if you don’t hold still and pay for your impetuousness like an adult!” As the sultry newshound froze, Carla returned her hand to the extraction tube tip.

“HuhhhOOoohh NO!” gasped a quivering Lois Lane over a faint hissing sound as she again felt air moving around and over her engorged clitoris. The foxy brunette immediately realized that Dr. Cummings had twisted the control module’s rheostat back on to allow air to again be sucked into the extraction tubing. ‘That means…!’ echoed through Lois’s anxiety-ridden brain.

“HANG ON A…!” Lois squealed as the ever increasing breeze over her privates told her the open end of the tubing was being slowly pushed towards her sexual center. The loud exclamation morphed into a shrill gasp of terror as Carla pushed the mouth of the extraction tube firmly into the roof of her vulva and over her clitoral glans, and the hissing became a barely audible, slow continuous ‘phhpt….phhpt….phhpt….phhpt’ as the air flow became restricted and the vacuum extractor’s impeder valve kicked in.

The comely reporter stiffened and held her breath for a split second that seemed to last for an eternity as her soft moist flesh tented outward, sealing the margins of the tip of the extraction tubing closed to the flow of outside air. Lois moaned again, before declaring forlornly, “The suction tube has me. It’s trying to pull my clit out of me!”

“It’s going to do more than try, Miss Lane!” the diminutive clitoridectomy technician declared with obvious self-satisfaction as she twisted the rheostat knob to the next intensity setting. The vacuum extractor’s sound changed to a soft but slightly more rapid ‘phhpt…phhpt…phhpt…phhpt’.

Lois felt a strange tingling at the apex of her vulva, followed by a ‘popping’ sensation, and heard, “AAHHHHhhh! OOooohhHHH! UHHHuuuuhh!” issue from her own throat as the ‘unplugging’ of her clitoris’s glans from the outer rim of her clitoral cavity forced a long, hard climax from her loins.

“Already?” chortled Dr. Cummings in disbelief as she heard the staccato sigh, saw the increased moisture suddenly coating her comely client’s labial lips, and realized what was happening. “Damn, you really must be craving this more than you could ever admit to yourself to let yourself plunge over the climax cliff already, Lane. I sure as hell hope you’re multi-orgasmic!”

“Oh, FU…!” Lois Lane exclaimed as her face reddened while she nodded an affirmative, and then attempted to look into the camera pointed at the apex of her legs. “Ummm…I mean, CRAP! The reaction that was just elicited from your humble reporter, the nature of which I feel Dr. Cummings has made all too clear, was caused by…sensations…caused by my pleasure button…ummm…sort of jumping outward…presumably into the sucking barrel of the extraction tube.” Glancing upward to the close-up of her vulva on the billboard monitor, Lois continued with, “I’m not sure, but I think you can see the tip of my clitoral glans through the transparent tubing on your screens. We won’t know for sure un…. OOOhhhhh!”

“No, you CAN tell it IS happening!” the intrepid reporter declared with a mixture of astonishment and fear. “The tip of my pleasure button can be seen sort of creeping up the tube…very slowly! It doesn’t hurt at all! Just feels…WEIRD!”

Lois suspended her play-by-play for a moment as she cooed softly while enjoying the slowly fading glow of erotic pleasure emanating from her loins. As the foxy brunette watched the billboard screen, she realized that the sucking pull on the apex of her vulva seemed to have steadied in intensity, and that her clitoral glans didn’t seem to be moving any further up the tube barrel despite the ongoing rhythmic sucking sound. With a sheepish grin on her face, the spunky journalist declared in a voice colored with hope, “I think the creep is slowing…that I’m resisting the extraction device. Maybe….”

Lois Lane gasped loudly in disappointment as the sound from the pneumatic vacuum extractor suddenly became a quick paced ‘phhpt..phhpt..phhpt..phhpt’, and the gentle pull at the apex of her vulva became a firm tug. Carla had twisted the rheostat control to its next higher suction setting, crushing the hopes of the plucky newshound. Lois stared crestfallen at the billboard screen as her shiny clitoral glans began slowly worming up the sucking barrel of the extraction tube, pulling a thin column of duller flesh behind it. Lois Lane was not a stupid woman; it was all too clear to her that the public circumcision of the Daily Planet’s star reporter had begun in earnest!

“Well…that…really blows!” Lois forced out as calmly as she could manage despite the tears suddenly being issued from her blue eyes as she stared at the billboard screen. “Not resisting…enough…to matter at least!” The foxy journalist cooed softly as the pleasurable glow in her sex finally began to build again while the tugging sensation on her pleasure node continued, and she watched her own clitoral flesh ooze slowly up the transparent extraction tube.

“The pull…on my clitoris…is pretty firm…now!” Lois stuttered softly as she cried, obviously totally disheartened. “And I can see…between my legs…the tip of my clit…in the tube…beyond my pubic mound. I think…we can all tell…Carla is…going to…get enough of me…now…to neuter me. Even without…another intensity setting…which I…expect…she has…available. Probably…several more!”

“The tug…on my sex…is relentless,” Lane managed to spit out as her eyes dried while she strove for journalistic professionalism. “Doesn’t hurt! Interesting feeling…actually! I can see…the extraction tube scale…on the monitor…like all of you. Dr. Cummings has…nearly two inches…of me…stretched into…the extraction tube. Carla…you are already…making the…village cutters out there…jealous!” Lois managed a sheepish grin at Carla’s cheerful chuckle.

When the tip of Lois’s clitoris oozed just past the two-inch mark on the extraction tube barrel, as shown on the monitor screens around the world, the worm-like movement of the feisty reporter’s cylindrical tissue again stalled to a stop, despite the continued pulsating tugging sensation emanating from the apex of her vulva in rhythm to the regular beat of the impeder valve.

“OHHHEEeeeppp!” gasped Lois Lane over the suddenly rapid and slightly louder ‘phhpt, phhpt, phhpt, phhpt’ of the pneumatic vacuum extractor as the tugging sensation became a firm pull at the apex of her vulva. The intrepid reporter watched her clitoral glans, on the billboard screen, again begin creeping further into the extraction tube, causing her clitoral shaft to worm forward behind it, before she shot a glance towards the clitoridectomy technician. Dr. Cummings nodded and grinned as she tipped the control module’s rear end upward so that Lois could see the suction level setting. The white ‘pointer’ line on the rheostat knob had been twisted to the point where the predominantly green segmented ring around the circular knob ended, and a final segment that gradually changed from yellow to bright red in color began. Lois Lane knew the suction on her sexual center was now at its maximum ‘safe’ setting!

“If our viewers are…wondering…the suction has again…been increased,” Lois announced the obvious as she fought to maintain a relatively coherent account of what was happing to her. “The tugs…on my tiny organ…are more like…yanks…now. It still doesn’t hurt! But I’m pretty…spooked…now. I really don’t want…to be doing …THIS!”

“Buck up, Miss Lane!” Carla urged softly with more than a little sarcasm in her voice. “I know from personal experience that, while your vulva feels a little WRONG right now, the sensation itself is fairly interesting. Don’t let fear build in your brain and ruin the fun for you!”

“I’ll try!” Lois declared as she tried to gather what resolve she could while her clitoris’s glans continued to be pulled by the strong rhythmic suction up the barrel of the transparent extraction tube. When the tip of her badly stretched sex organ passed the three-inch mark, the crawl of flesh began to slow again. “Carla, you said…to the panel…we have to get to…the four-inch mark…before….”

“I said the goal for most modern extra-medical non-superheroine clitoridectomies is to clip out an inch-and-a-half of tumid clitoris. To make that possible, I’d like at least four inches of stretched flesh in the extraction tube. Don’t worry, Miss Lane! You WILL get there!”

“I DON’T WANT TO!” Lois Lane declared loudly in a quivering fear-filled voice. “I don’t want to…get cut!”

Lois took in four deep gasping breaths as tears again flowed freely down her face before she sobbed, “Sorry! I lost my…nerve! I need to…. The stretching is…stalling again…Carla! Twist the rheostat…knob…AGAIN!”

“OOYYEEeee!” Lois Lane groaned loudly over the nerve rattling, mechanical-drumbeat-like, ‘PHHPT, PHHPT, PHHPT, PHHPT’ coming from the vacuum extraction pump, as the suction from the extraction tubing over her sexual center dramatically increased due to Dr. Cummings’ implementation of the comely reporter’s suggestion. Lois issued a series of short, fearful gasps as it felt like an elephant chained to the tip of her clitoris was attempting to stampede away, and the tenacious vibrating pull seemed to be transferred to flesh well below the surface of her pelvis.

“Oh, for CHRIST’S sake!” Lois spat with obvious discomfiture as she watched the tip of her clitoral glans on the monitor screen worm towards the 4-inch mark, and the intense rhythmic yanking sensation on her clitoral shaft made her fear her tiny organ was about to tear as the tension began to nearly match its tensile strength. “Who in the hell’s…side…am I on?”

“THAT…people…was a rhetorical…question!” the tightly bound journalist asserted in a voice that sounded almost jovial. “My privates still don’t…hurt…but the tugs…! Well…to be honest…they’re so intense…I fear my…clit…might be torn…out! Strangely…I’m finding…the sensory input…erotic…even though I know…I don’t want to be…!”

Lois Lane blushed badly as she heard herself admit that the clitoral stretching was beginning to fuel her libido. The sultry reporter suddenly realized the truth of her admission! Lois WAS approaching another orgasm, no doubt partly fueled by the nature of the erotic peril she faced—the abrupt and permanent end of her ability to achieve sexual climax!

“OH, FUCK ME!” Lois shrilled with bitter disappointment as, despite her free-flowing tears, she managed to refocus on the billboard screen and suddenly realized the tip of her clitoral glans was an eighth inch past the 4-inch marker. “NO! WAIT! Don’t….” Lane urged desperately as she watched a thumb on the monitor screen slide forward towards the green compression band at the end of the transparent extraction tube. Suddenly, a loud ‘THHPPP’ accompanied by a firm squeezing sensation that seemed to come from an inch below the surface of the apex of her vulva interrupted Lois’s heartfelt plea, and she saw the band jump forward and cinch deeply into the clitoral shaft adjacent to the clitoral hood on the billboard monitor. Lois grunted and coughed as horror filled her face! Her clitoris had been noosed—had been made ready for execution.

Carla twisted the rheostat on the control module all the way to closed, causing the suction of air in the extraction tubing to cease and releasing the vacuum pressure, and pulled the barrel of the vacuum extractor tube away from Lois’s crotch. As Jimmy Olsen focused his camera on a close up of the sagging rod of stretched flesh that was Lois Lane’s clitoris, everyone watching could see that the plucky reporter had been made ready for female castration!

“Lois, darling, just try to focus on what your stretched organ feels like…for nostalgia’s sake, if nothing else…but otherwise relax,” Dr. Cummings urged softly in a friendly encouraging tone as she set the extractor tubing down on the floor between the gasping reporter’s legs. “It will take a dozen or so seconds for your clitoris, on this side of the compression band, to reform into its natural shape so we can see how long the girl penis I’m going to clip from you is.”

“In the meantime, I’m going to turn the vacuum extractor pump off. I also need to load a fresh elastrator band onto the tip of the extraction hose so that I’m ready for the first X-Girl. While I think you’ve done a great job with the journalistic play-by-play so far, I honestly believe it’s time to give it a rest. Olsen’s fantastic photography and the unadulterated sights and sounds are going to be more than enough to convey your story until my work on you is done, anyhow.”

“Just nod, Lane,” George Stanton advised via Lois’s satellite linkup earpiece. “Cummings is right. This story has legs all on its own for the next bit, and the good doctor was giving sage advice earlier as well—this is a life changing moment for you, and you shouldn’t allow yourself to be distracted from enjoying it…damn it, THAT was probably the wrong verb…to the fullest extent possible. I’ll prompt you if and when I decide the story would be helped by commentary.”

Instead of nodding, Lois, her eyes again mostly dry, simply replied, “Thank you, Carla. I’ll try to take your advice. Go ahead and do what you need to do. In the meantime folks, we’ll have our fantastic photographer continue to mix shots of my facial expressions with close-ups of how things are…changing…at the apex of my vulva…where it still feels like I have a huge weight hanging from the tip of my clitoris.”

The vivacious brunette reporter, still in a state of sexual arousal from the stimulation her privates had received, stared as if mesmerized at the billboard widescreen monitor as Jimmy twisted the camera’s focus to zoom inward for an even closer view of Lois Lane’s vulva. Lane was too stunned to fully comprehend the significance of the gentle breeze she was now feeling on tender flesh that had never before been exposed to air.

Lois moaned at the strange sensation that accompanied her distended clitoral flesh slowly un-stretching while being held out of its natural cavity by the tight green compression band. Minutes later, the Daily Planet’s star reporter was wearing a girl penis, waving in the air and waiting for the chop. Lois Lane was ready for her declitting!

Chapter 9. The Scoop

“Now that’s what I was talking about!” Dr. Carla Cummings exclaimed jubilantly as she returned to Lois’s side and peered contentedly at the sultry journalist’s vulva. “Ignoring the pneumatic vacuum extractor’s safety settings has paid off big time, Miss Lane! There’s easily more than an inch of clitoris already waiting to be sent to the jeweler. After using the pry bar, I may just get close to an inch-and-a-half. Not bad at all, if I do say so myself! Let’s do this!”

Lois Lane’s blue eyes filled with fearful panic and morbid dismay as she glanced down from the strangely bewitching image on the billboard to see Doctor Cummings’ right hand reaching towards her own quivering belly for the J-shaped pry bar resting atop it. “NO…WAIT!” Lois demanded with obvious apprehension. “HODGE! Put an end to this…this…game! Please! Superman really isn’t coming! This is not going to be a public relations win for either you or Genosha!”

“My dear Miss Lane,” Cameron Hodge, having returned to the higher slave auction platform, replied dryly, “public relations have nothing to do with this. This is about justice. Justice for the wrong you’ve done to the people of Genosha, Miss Lane. The penalty you are now paying for your crime was proposed by you yourself and approved by Genosha’s Undersecretary of State for Women’s Affairs Walid Sabbah. In that vein, I do note it hasn’t gone unnoticed that you’ve made it obvious that you aren’t quite as eager to pay your penance as the statement made while you negotiated your sentence indicated.”

Hodge grinned and continued with, “As for Superman, he WILL show and WILL be seen to be attempting to break Genoshan laws…unless your alien beau has been playing checkers to my chess! Declit the jabbering woman, Carla, before the meddling Kryptonian does show!”

“WAIT!” Lois hollered back. “How do I know you’ll let us cover the X-Girl slave auction, after Superman doesn’t show and I’ve been…I’ve been…sexually neutered? How do I know you’ll let me go home…afterwards…to get my…wound…treated?”

“You stupid, egocentric girl!” Hodge hissed with obvious contempt. “This isn’t about you! It never was! If Superman doesn’t try to rescue you, you WILL be declitted. It’s as simple as that! Whether you go or stay afterwards is of no concern to Genosha…so long as you return as you agreed to serve in one of Genosha’s houses of pleasure, hopefully with two more of Superman’s fan club in tow. Sabbah has already had the hold on your commercial airline’s boarding pass lifted…so long as you can present a certificate of circumcision issued by Dr. Cummings at the boarding gate. Enough talk!”

“Would it come as any surprise, Lois,” Dr. Cummings queried softly as she tried to draw Lois Lane’s hate-filled eyes away from Cameron Hodge, “to find that I agree with our less-than-gallant auctioneer’s sentiments…if not his methods? Enough talk! I do believe it is time to put your circumcision behind you, Miss Lane. I think we both know that this day was inevitable…given your close association with Superman. Do you think you can manage to embrace that inevitability in the courageous way you have faced every other danger in your storied career?”

Lois Lane gulped loudly and managed a barely discernable nod as Carla’s hand lifted from her quaking abdomen and pushed the J-shaped pry bar towards her vulva. The spunky journalist moaned softly in trepidation as she watched the split, curved end of the J-shaped pry bar slide under the green elastic band, below the tiny girl penis on the billboard monitor. The moan morphed into a barely audible gasp filled with dread as she felt the forked prongs of cool metal slide across both sides of her clitoral shaft under the tightly choking compression band. The gasp became a terror-filled groan as Lois felt the tension on her stretched clitoral shaft abruptly increase as the stem of the J was rotated downward and the tip of the curved end of the pry bar pushed the compression band outward, dragging more clitoral shaft out of its cavity.

“The tension is so thick, you could almost cut it with a knife, isn’t it, Lois?” the diminutive blonde body modification technician chirped softly with obvious amusement as she smiled down at the introspective look on Lois’s face. “Take a look at what millions around the world are staring at with bated breath!”

Lois Lane blushed badly as the faraway look left her eyes and she glanced forward to see the glistening wet vulva filling the billboard screen—Lois’s own much-prized vulva! Lane couldn’t help but gape in awe at the inch-plus-long girl penis projecting from the outer side of the thick elastic ring that held the pleasure node out from her body. The spunky newshound saw the pry bar, pushed deeply into the furrows of her labia minora, holding the compressed green band outward away from her clitoral hood. Lois knew her time as an uncut woman was nearing its end.

“I look pretty awesome, don’t I, Carla,” Lane hissed with obvious sarcasm, before adding in her most professional tone. “Be that as it may, the camera needs you to make an awkward adjustment, Dr. Cummings. With your right arm snaking over and then up the inside of my right thigh, you are partly going to block the shot. I need you to hold the pry bar where it is with your left hand, and then push your right arm under my thigh and hold the pry bar in place from under my crotch. Sorry!”

“Not a problem, Lois,” Carla chortled back softly and then made the change. “Like this?”

“Perfect!” Lois shot back. “Now if you could just let me go….”

“I wouldn’t even if the Genoshan muck-a-mucks said I could, Lois,” Carla replied with obvious veracity. “Part of you is destined to be the critical component of a VERY expensive heirloom. You are a professional in your own right! You know it’s too late for me to let that kind of money walk out the door! That’s the bad news, Miss Lane. The good news is, we’ve reached the highlight of the female circumcision experience.”

“You mean, I finally get to cum again?”

“Yes! You finally are going to get what in all likelihood will be your final sexual climax ever.”

“THAT’S the highlight of a forced clitoridectomy?”

“Well, it’s fairly well guaranteed to be the juiciest orgasm you’ve ever experienced, so, unless you are a real pain slut….”

“I’m not. I expect to really HATE the pain part!”

“Then I’ll apologize in advance for the clipping itself, and give you the same sage advice the Scarlet Witch gave me,” Dr Cummings quipped softly as she picked up the small metal cylindrical vibrator from Lois Lane’s quivering belly with her left hand, “when the cut comes, concentrate as hard as you can on your ongoing climax. The two antithetically dichotomous sensations will merge to form another sensory input to the brain that is insidiously erotic in its own right. Wanda postulates that it has something to do with the same nervous system transmitting both stimuli—pain and pleasure—and the signals getting mixed.”

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” Lois spat back as she watched Carla use her thumb to slide the vibrator’s button to ‘on’ and heard a faint buzzing sound. “Careful! I’ve been at the edge of climax since just before you banded me.”

“Good! This may not take long.” Carla giggled as she lowered the vibrating tip of the rod-like sex toy towards the intrepid reporter’s girl penis.

“It will if I have any say about i…OOOhhhUUuummm! Fuck me!”

The sexy castratrix’s giggle grew louder as she carefully circled the tumid glans of Lois Lane’s stretched out clitoris with the vibrator, before chirping, “You’re clitoris is more sensitive than you imagined, isn’t it? If I accidently let cool metal touch flesh, the sensation becomes somewhat unpleasant. That’s why I’m keeping the surface of the cylinder several millimeters away from your flesh. The vibrations you are feeling soaking into your pleasure node are actually coming from the air itself around your organ. Cum for me, Lois!”

“OOHHaaa! NO! I don’t want to…be neutered!”

“Blind prejudice! Believe me the benefits of female circumcision outweigh the single drawback!”

“AHHhhh UUuuhhh! But…I like…sex…a LOT!” Lois blushed badly as she heard her sexually sensual gasps and the candid admission. Lane was so very close to giving into the throes of orgasm. But she HAD to fight to preserve her sexuality—Dr. Cummings herself had admitted that sexual climax would likely become impossible for Lois if she allowed her clitoris to be clipped out of her vulva!

“You’ll manage to find other things in life to enjoy, Miss Lane,” Carla chortled softly. “I’m afraid you’ve no choice but to do so. Cum for me! I’ll give you five final seconds of carnal delight before I force celibacy upon you, Lois!”

“NOOooo!” Lois Lane gasped softly, a hairsbreadth away from climax. The sultry brunette moaned forlornly yet again as the dismaying truth threatened to overwhelm her id. She was going to lose the battle with her libido. Lois gasped as the insidiously pleasant vibrations continued to bathe her sexual center. “Give me…fifteen seconds! Let me cum…for fifteen seconds! Like with…the clit clipper!”

“Ten seconds at most!” Dr. Cummings declared jubilantly as she allowed the buzzing vibrator to orbit the sultry reporter’s fully exposed clitoral glans. “Believe me, Lane, I am working to make the next few seconds as memorable for you as possible. NOW! Cum for me, Lois Lane!”

“OOOOOHHH! AAAAHHHH! UUUUHHHUUUH!” Lois Lane sighed loudly as intense pleasure exploded through her loins and the universe around her shattered. “AAHHHhhhhuuhh! OHhhhYESSSsss! OOhhhmmm! I’m sorry, Superman!” Lois grinned and then issued a third staccato sigh of orgasmic delight, desperately trying to savor what she felt certain would be the final precious climax of her life, despite the fact that she knew her downfall was being witnessed by millions of people around the world.

Dr. Carla Cummings chuckled jovially as she drank in her bucking client’s orgasmic rapture, while the normally reserved collection of mostly Semitic people in front of the circumcision platform clapped, before deftly using her thumb to turn the vibrator off. The diminutive blonde clitoridectomy technician grinned with self-satisfaction as she placed the sex toy back in its holster beneath the bondage table. Carla really did enjoy giving a girl her final cum! Lois certainly appeared to be relishing hers! Perhaps it WAS only fitting to let Superman’s girl friend enjoy her final bout with orgasmic bliss for a few extra seconds before Dr. Cummings performed her duties as Lois’s Lane’s castratrix.

Lois squirmed and writhed in ecstasy for what seemed to be an eternity in the tight grip of the restraint table before the sensation of cold metal, seemingly coming from flesh well below the surface of her pubic mound, forced her attention back to the world around her. The faces of the men and women in mostly Arabic dress surrounding Jimmy Olsen before the moaning reporter were filled with eager anticipation. Delany and one or two others had their penises out and were masturbating with gleaming eyes locked on the apex of Lois’s vulva!

As Lane lifted her blue eyes slightly higher, she saw the reason for the onlookers’ anticipation on the billboard monitor. Jimmy had the shot framed perfectly! Dr. Cummings had plucked the surgical scissors from her belly without her noticing, and the open blades, in the space created by the pry bar, were pressed against her clitoral hood with a razor-sharp blade on either side of the stem of her stretched clitoral shaft.

“OH FUCK ME!” Lois Lane screeched with a totally crestfallen look on her face and bitter trepidation in her voice. “The frigging piper’s here to collect his earnings. Go ahead and squeeze, Carla! I’m tired of being afra…OOOHHhhh! AAHHHH! UHHHUHhhhh!” rang through the market square as the slightest onset of pressure on the cutting blades sent Lois plunging into a fourth staccato sigh of climax. The pressure paused for a few short seconds that seemed to last forever, and then increased!

“ARRGGHHHEEEEIIIIEEEEeeeee!” bellowed Superman’s girlfriend a split second after the scissors on the monitor had snapped closed, following an audible ‘SNAP’ as the stretched clitoral shaft on the vulva side of the blades whipped back into the clitoral cavity, and the girl penis on the billboard screen—Lois Lane’s sex life—began freefalling downward. The crowd in front of Lois cheered as she watched, on the billboard, the severed clitoris, tumbling downward, get snatched out of midair by a feminine hand holding a J-shaped tool. Lane added to the din by roaring, “OWWW! OWW! OW! FUCK! THAT HURTS!”

“Try to relocate the glow from the climax, Lane!” Dr. Cummings exhorted urgently as she grinned jubilantly and pulled a small stasis box from somewhere under the restraint table. “You can do it…it will help you master the pain!” Carla watched a writhing and bawling Lois issue three gasping pants before managing a barely perceptible nod. The clitoridectomy technician pulled her eyes from the weeping reporter, who was still quivering on the table in both physical and mental agony, to clip the compression band off the inch-and-a-half long severed clitoris with the surgical scissors and place the still tumid nub of flesh in the tiny stasis box.

“Look!” Carla implored as she pushed the open box before a nauseated-looking Lois’s face. “You did it, girl!” Dr. Cummings waited for the gasping newshound to look downward and manage a tearful nod. “You did it, Lois! You’ve paid the penalty that Genoshan law demanded of you, and contributed to the manufacture of an heirloom that will no doubt survive for ages after you’ve been dead and buried!” As the shivering brunette managed a firmer nod, Carla snapped the stasis box closed.

Lois Lane shivered in agony with her eyes closed for a half dozen seconds before she managed to get the pain to merge with her subsiding orgasmic pleasure. The plucky journalist coughed to clear her voice, before forcing her eyes to focus on Jimmy Olsen, who had been concentrating on capturing the waves of varying emotions flashing across his female colleague’s face. Lois nodded to the cameraman and demanded, “Let’s get a close-up of the top of my vulva, Jimmy! I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants to get a good look at the new me.”

“It looks like you were right, Carla,” Lois declared in a cracking voice as she stared at the billboard to see the tiny depression, under the now vacated clitoral hood, formed by the empty clitoral cavity once covered by her button-like clitoral glans, and the thin rivulet of blood leaking downward from it. “The pressure from the flesh surrounding my…wound…is staunching most of the bleeding. I won’t die of blood loss!”

“No, you won’t, Miss Lane,” Dr. Cummings replied softly with a look of concern on her face obvious despite the ear-to-ear grin she wore. “Actually, it’s time to staunch what little bleeding there is. I’m afraid that, to do that, I have to hurt you again Lois.”

Lois Lane shrugged and nodded, her inward calm mostly masked by her shivering body and her tearing eyes. The shivering became quaking as Lois watched Carla bend and heard her pop the ceramic cauterizing tube from its heating station. As Dr. Cummings pushed the open barrel of the very small diameter ceramic tube in the direction of Lane’s face, the reporter could see the yellowish-red glow of extremely hot coils of metal inside the barrel of the tube’s ceramic non-heat-conducting outer surface, about one-fourth inch back from the open barrel. Carla then made a show of placing her right thumb over the push-pull plunger that fit inside the ceramic shell at the back of the tube.

“Fuck me again!” Lois hissed despondently as her weeping increased when she felt the body modification technician’s left hand at the top of her privates. The newshound moaned with dread and apprehension as she felt Carla press her labia open, before bending forward to stare at the open cavity below her clitoral hood. As Dr. Cummings right hand and the searing hot cauterizing tube it held began moving inexorably forward, Lois declared in a cracking voice, “I think the shot is going to be my face, Jimmy! The pussy is already pretty much toast. Quiet everyone! We’re going to want our viewers at home to be able to hear this!”

“My God!” Dr. Cummings declared with admiration filling her face as she positioned the bottom of the thin ceramic tube over the tiny opening of the newly created orifice formed by the vacated forward portion of Lois’s clitoral cavity. “You ARE a real trooper, aren’t you, Miss Lane?” Carla declared as she locked eyes with Superman’s main squeeze, and pushed firmly inward. The tube slid slowly into the narrow opening until the forward progress was halted by blockage of the cavity around an inch inside. “Hah! I’ve got the stump! Brace yourself, Lois! This can be worse than the clipping itself.” The blonde castratrix managed a sheepish grin before pushing the plunger at the rear of the ceramic tube firmly inward, and a clearly audible sizzling sound emanated from the apex of Lois Lane’s legs.

“AAARRRRGGGHHH!” Lois bellowed when the sensation of a foreign object piercing the apex of her vulva was suddenly, accompanied by the sizzling sound, replaced by renewed agony emanating from where her clitoris used to protrude. “OWWWWWwwww! This is fucking BULLSHIT!” The sound of frying flesh continued for several more seconds before a bawling Lane felt the tube pulled from her clitoral cavity and sensed Dr. Cummings kneel and push the tube back into the heating station.

“You’re done, Miss Lane,” Dr. Carla Cummings declared with obvious contentment as she rose back up and smiled at Lois Lane. “Let’s see if any of those mutant superheroines can accept their forced circumcisions as bravely as you did. Here, let me get you out of those cuffs!”

“Thank GOD!” Lois declared emphatically as she noted that thin wafts of smoke were still rising from the apex of her vulva on the billboard screen. As Carla finished using an L-shaped allen wrench, plucked from another of her micro-skirt’s inner pockets, to open one cuff after another, leaving the cuffs hanging from the U-bolts at the end of the restraint table’s arms, Lane added, “Not that the procedure was THAT terrible. Actually, I enjoyed most of my forced circumcision experience…not the VERY end of course! I can see why elective clitoridectomies have become so popular with college kids.”

“The popularity of the procedure is increasing with women in all age groups and educational categories, Lois,” Dr. Cummings declared with a chuckle as she pushed the allen wrench back into its skirt pocket and retrieved the clipboard with Lois’s paperwork from its pouch under the restraint table. “But yes, the increased popularity is particularly notable with women who are attending college or who have college degrees. Go ahead and hop down from the table, and I’ll reset it to its default position while you get dressed. Then I’ll get your certification of circumcision filled out, and you can get back to you job, Lois, while I wait to clip the first X-Girl.”

“Yes, that’s right, we have more fun ahead of us, don’t we, Carla,” Lois chirped despite the agony radiating through her crotch. “I guess I’d better get some directions from my producer. Should we bring GBS News back in and give them the scoop on the sordid fate of Lois Lane now, while I’m dressing, George, or wait until I’m dressed?”

“Great job, Lane!” George Stanton’s voice buzzed in her satellite uplink earpiece. “It was marvelous to see a professional reporter like yourself get the story in the can despite the pornographic distractions and personal discomfort. Let’s stick with the CGBS-AC audience just a bit further. From our ratings, I’m guessing we have everyone but the kids and grandmothers with us anyhow. Could you go to the edge of the platform and spread your lips so that Olsen can get a super-close-up of your clitless condition? Then maybe you can bate the embassy guy into making a statement! Or are you in too much agony?”

“I hurt like hell, George, but there is likely nothing that can be done about THAT until I can find a lidocaine injection…which probably won’t happen until I’m back stateside,” Lois acknowledged in a quivering voice. “For now, I’ll have to hope the adrenalin rush continues to keep me coherent! Don’t worry! Jimmy and I will do our jobs here in Genosha. I’ll get you the requested shot now, and we’ll see about the other.”

Lois quickly stepped to the front edge of the platform and announced as she reddened with embarrassment, “I’ve been asked to give everyone a good look at the new Lois Lane. Zoom in as close as you can, Jimmy!”

Knowing that her face was out of the shot, Lois allowed herself to frown as she used the fingers of her right hand to spread her labial lips, and used the index finger of her left hand to tap the apex of her vulva, which forced her frown to morph into a grimace. “OWW! That was stupid of me! I’m more than a little tender there. As our viewers, both at home and onsite here in Genosha can see, there's nothing poking out under my hood...my clitoris has been excised. Lois Lane has indeed been sexually neutered! I’ll hold this pose for another six seconds, so take a good look everyone.”

Lois waited for ten seconds before continuing with, “The circumcision was a rollercoaster ride of emotions for me, but I can’t try to deny that I got one hell of a climax out of it. How was it for you, Mr. Delany of the American Embassy here in Genosha? That’s quite a puddle of semen on the ground in front of you.”

“What the fuck?” Samuel Delany spat back with an angry frown on his face as Jimmy turned the camera to catch his reaction to Lois’s question, then dipped the lens downward to focus first on the wilted penis dangling from the open fly of his pants crotch and then on the splotches of ejaculate on the pavement before the portly middle-aged balding man. “You got a lot of moxie, Lane, I’ll give you that!” Delany growled, reddened with embarrassment and livid with rage.

“What the hell,” the American Embassy official hissed as he tried to collect his thoughts while Jimmy filmed him putting his penis back in his pants and then panned up to his face. “There’s nothing that says a man can’t enjoy a nice declitting every now and then. I enjoyed you making the first part of your payment for breaking Genoshan laws, Lane, a whole hell of a lot more than you did, I’m thinking. The bounty I earned for helping collect your clit will come in handy too! There’s nothing in the books about informing on law breakers or collecting rewards for doing so, either!”

“Well then, rules of conduct governing U.S. State Department employees may need to change, Mr. Delany,” Lois observed with outward calmness. “I’m sure my employer will file the appropriate complaints on my behalf.”

“Won’t do ‘em a bit of good, Lane,” Delany replied tersely with a shrug. “The most anyone will do is put a letter in my file, and I got more than a few of those. It takes an act of God to fire a post-probationary government employee. No, I’ll be here when you come back to Genosha to serve the second part of your sentence, Lane. I’ll be filling every hole you got a half-dozen times each before your done playing whore in whichever government house of pleasure they send you to!”

“We shall see, Mr. Delany,” Lois chirped back with apparent amusement despite her inward seething. “Retired Army Generals like my father still have pull with the State Department. If I have my way, by the time I return to Genosha, you’ll have begun serving the rest of your career with the embassy in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. There aren’t going to be that many American women visiting there who you’ll be able to earn bounties from by helping someone collect THEIR clitorises! Now excuse me while I dress! I have work to do!”

“You nailed him, Lane!” George Stanton’s voice chortled in Lois’s earpiece as she pulled her underwear on, “although from Edge’s reaction here in studio, you might have to file the complaint paperwork yourself. I can’t be sure though. The guy’s on the edge of his seat like some really big news is about to break. Are they getting ready to bring one of the X-Girls out to auction yet? Don’t answer me! Just cover the X-Girl status after you update the GBS network audience as to your own condition. We’ll have you do that as soon as you’re dressed and off that damned platform.”

Rather than answer, Lois simply nodded into the camera as she put her miniskirt back on. Then, as she put on her blazer and shoes and collected her purse, Lois listened in on some enlightening instructions from Hodge to Dr. Cummings.

“Sorry for the delay in getting the certificate filled out, Miss Lane,” Carla declared softly as she turned to the fully dressed Lois Lane. “You heard of course?”

“I think so, Dr. Cummings,” Lois replied and then grimaced as the white poker between her legs suddenly flared up in intensity. “OWWwww!”

“Those flare-ups of agony will occur from time to time over the next several days, Lois,” Carla explained as she saw the reporter wince. “I’m afraid the background pain will last for weeks. I hope you don’t hate me for what I did to you!”

“Nonsense, Carla!” Lois declared with an obviously forced grin. “You were only doing your job. Besides, it sounds like I got off easy compared to the first X-Girl!”

“Unfortunately, yes!” the body modification technician admitted sheepishly. “Then, should we meet again, you won’t mind if I say hello?”

“The next time you are in Metropolis, give me a call and we’ll have drinks,” Lois chirped back with a genuine smile on her face. “Give me a hug?”

“Of course!” Dr. Carla Cummings, castratix, chortled and then embraced Lois Lane, the woman she had just neutered. “I’ll get your certification of circumcision to you in a few moments. Go ahead and get back to your audience, Lois.”

Lois nodded and grinned, and then gingerly edged off the front of the platform, before exclaiming, “Let’s get GBS News back with us for breaking news coverage George! If things go the way Cameron Hodge wants them to, we’ve got one hell of an interesting superheroine slave auction ahead of us. Come on, Jimmy! Let’s work our way over to our earlier position in front of the higher platform for the auction itself, and then back to where you are now for the first X-Girl’s processing. This is going to be a visual feast!”

Seconds later, the network news anchor’s image appeared on the billboard monitor, saying, “This is Mitch Goddard, GBS News, with more of the ongoing breaking story from Genosha where Daily Planet and GBS star reporter Lois Lane has undergone a forced clitoridectomy as punishment for breaking Genoshan laws, and six female members of the sometimes outlaw band of mutants called the X-Men are about to be sold into slavery as punishment for breaking other Genoshan laws. Lois, I’m told we have you on live feed. Are you able to give our viewers an update on how you are holding up?”

“Yes, Mitch!” Lois declared with a sheepish smile on her face as she stared into Jimmy’s camera lens and her face and upper torso filled the billboard (and television screens around the world). “As viewers can see I am now back in my clothing, which is a wonderful thing for a relatively prudish woman like me. This means that I have paid the first half of the penalty for visiting the Islamic Fundamentalist nation of Genosha with an uncircumcised vulva. I have just undergone involuntary circumcision, which means, as cable viewers have seen for themselves, I have been declitted. I am in quite a bit of pain, but will do my best to continue covering breaking news events here in Genosha. Other than the pain, I’m in pretty good spirits and looking forward to my new life as a neutered woman. Back to you, Mitch!”

“Lois, from what you’ve said, it sounds like you don’t think Superman will be able to convince the Avengers to restore your clitoris with their tissue regenerator.”

“Frankly, Mitch, I’m not sure I would want Superman to make the inquiry. If the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals approves the ACLU brief extending the stripping of costumed vigilantes’ rights to protection under U.S. law to vigilante affiliates, I could face getting declitted again if I get my pleasure node restored. I’m not a superheroine! I’m not sure I would want to risk facing female castration and the pain I’m feeling now all over again. I’ll have to talk this over with Superman before I can decide on whether we should even ask the Avengers for help.”

“I see, Lois! You mentioned that your punishment for your failure to get yourself circumcised before visiting Genosha is only half done. Before I have you give us an update on the situation with the X-Girls, why don’t you remind the viewers what this punishment that you still have to face consists of.”

“Thanks for asking, Mitch!” Lois declared sarcastically. “I have to return to Genosha within one year to serve up to three weeks in one of their houses of pleasure. Yes, that means, to put it as politely as I can, I will be playing courtesan to the paying public, without getting paid, OR enjoying the exercise given my neutered condition. Can we stop talking about Lois Lane and get to the X-Girls, Mitch?”

“Yes, Lois,” Mitch replied as his much abashed image appeared onscreen, “do give us an update on the X-Girl slave auction and processing. Do we have any salacious details yet?”

“You’re on a role, Mitch!” Lois jibed back as the network anchor grimaced at his own question, before the screen switched to Jimmy’s shot of her. “I do have some information that might fit into that category. The auctioneer, Cameron Hodge, has just given instructions for the first X-Girl to be brought onto the auction platform…that’s the higher platform on our viewers’ screens with the yellow and white awning…in five minutes. We know that the first girl to be sold and then branded as a slave will be the teen, Katherine ‘Kitty’ Pryde, codenamed Shadowcat. We know that Kitty will be processed before the next girl to be auctioned will be announced. Finally, we know that Kitty’s processing will not only include forced circumcision, but, to demonstrate Genosha’s serious stance against the crime of sedition, she will also be maimed. The Sunni Circumcision Services technician, Dr. Carla Cummings, was ordered a few minutes ago, by Hodge, to use the breast ripper on the teen’s chest. Back to you, Mitch!”

“The processing of Miss Pryde will, of course, be carried live on CGBS-AC while network viewers return to regularly scheduled programming,” Goddard announced, possibly in an attempt to remind himself who his viewing constituents were, “but we will carry the auction of Shadowcat, and the subsequent auctions of her teammates live as GBS breaking news. As Lois Lane has just reported, we expect Shadowcat’s auction to begin soon. Back to you, Lois!”

Thanks, Mitch!” Lois replied as she tried to peer back toward the two sets of cages. “While we were talking, a brazier filled with hot coals and a branding iron was placed on the rear edge of the slave auction platform. Now, a third Genoshan Novarian sect secret service officer, carrying a set of keys, has appeared from one of the buildings around the market square and is headed toward the cage, screen right, where Shadowcat is being held. That means the auction will begin within momen…. WAIT! Something is happening!”

“Pan south, Jimmy! Can you get that? YES! Mitch, we can hear what sounds to be anti-aircraft fire coming from somewhere to the south of us. From the sound, I don’t think it is more than a mile or two away.”

“HOLD! That’s the shot, Jimmy. Mitch, television viewers should be able to see a green glow in the distance. That’s where the gunfire is coming from…and it’s getting closer. I think…! YES! The green glow is coming from beam weapons…probably force beams…and both the anti-aircraft fire and the green beams seem to be directed at some very small flying objects. Can you zoom in, Jimmy?”

“My GOD, that’s…! It is, isn’t it? YES! I knew there was a real story in this assignment! Keep him centered, Jimmy, until they get close, then switch to the cages!”

“Mitch, the small flying objects coming towards us through the anti-aircraft and beam weapon fire are two magnetic bubbles. The mutant Magneto, known to be the arch-enemy of the X-Men is in the lead bubble. There are four mostly nude figures in the trailing bubble who, get this, I assume, are the four male X-Men captured by Genosha…captured along with the six caged X-Girls.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, GBS News and CGBS-AC are proud to bring you exclusive coverage of another scoop by the Daily Planet! Magneto and the X-Men are teaming together in an attempt to rescue six female members of the X-Men from being sold into slavery, AND from being declitted and…in at least Shadowcat’s case…having their breasts mutilated.”

“The mutants are close enough for us to see who they are with the naked eye now! The anti-aircraft fire seems to be having no effect on the magnetic bubbles, and the green force beams seem to be just bouncing off. There’s sporadic attacks of varied types directed towards the bubbles from other ground locations as well…presumably from enslaved mutants under Genoshan control…but most of the mutant attacks seem to be going wide of the bubbles. One of the figures in the rear bubble, obviously Cyclops, is attacking the locations of any mutants whose fire is not obviously wide of the bubble with his trademark red force beams.”

“Mitch, most of the Genoshan weapons seem to be useless in their assault on Magneto’s magnetic bubbles. By far most of the ground weapons are the green beam projectors. Based on comments made onsite here in Genosha earlier this evening, this reporter surmises the beam weapons are kryptonite force beam projectors designed to defeat Superman. Obviously, Genosha has spent several days preparing to sucker punch the ‘Man of Steel’ as he attempted to rescue his reputed girlfriend from forced circumcision! That would be me, folks, Lois Lane! Equally obviously, there’s something rotten going on in Metropolis! Genosha knew who was being sent to cover the X-Girls’ slave auction before I left Metropolis! Never mind! I’ll sort that out later!”

“The magnetic bubbles are approaching the slave auction square…where the spectators, bidders, and auctioneer are standing in stunned silence…still seemingly immune from Genoshan ground fire. The mostly nude figures in the trailing bubble are definitely the four male X-Men: Cyclops, Angel, Colossus, and Gambit. You can tell from here…even better from Jimmy Olsen’s camera shot…that the male X-Men don’t have scrotums between their legs and are sporting penis stumps…confirming reports they were emasculated after being semen milked earlier today. Get the cages in the shot, Jimmy!”

“Just as I expected! Magneto is forming a third and fourth magnetic bubble around the two cages. The cages are being ripped upward. The cement floor must be filled with rebar…the floor of the cages is floating upward with the two cages and the six female mutants within them. The bubbles are floating this way. Great camera work, Jimmy!”

“You did well, Miss Lane,” floated down from the lead bubble as Jimmy focused the camera on a grinning Magneto. “Without your self-sacrifice as a delaying tactic, we never would have been able to rescue the girls in time! Mutant kind owes you a debt. Give our thanks and regards to the Justice League! MUTANTS OF GENOSHA, I WILL RETURN SOON TO FREE MY PEOPLE FROM ENSLAVEMENT AT THE HANDS OF THE GENOSHAN GOVERNMENT!”

“Yes!” Shadowcat called out from the trailing cage as Magneto changed direction of flight for all four bubbles as ground fire continued to have no effect. “Thank you for saving us at great cost to you yourself, Miss Lane. I don’t think I would have liked getting declitted before I’ve really had a chance to understand what sex is all about…and the breast ripper thing sounded really icky! We’ll put in a good word for you with Iron Man…he better keep in mind we have telepaths! Bye bye!”

Lois blinked as the four magnetic bubbles, still taking beam and anti-aircraft fire zoomed away, and then started as Dr. Cummings shoved a doctor’s certification of circumcision and a small note into her hand before rushing away. The note said:

EAT THIS WHEN DONE READING. AIRPORT TERMINAL 10 BLOCKS NORTH AND 2 BLOCKS WEST. RUN! HODGE WILL BE PISSED, PUTTING YOU IN DANGER! RUN NOW!

Lois glanced back up to see that the magnetic bubbles were gone and the weapons fire was coming from the ground out of sight far in the distance, before declaring, “On me, Jimmy! Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve just witnessed another Daily Planet scoop coming from Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen in Genosha via GBS News and CGBS-AC! The sometimes outlaw band of mutants known as the X-Men have been rescued from a life of enslavement, and from forced body modification, by their arch-enemy, Magneto. Lois Lane signing off! Back to you, Mitch!”

“Stanton!”

“Here, Lane!”

“Olsen and I are hightailing our asses out of here!”

“Great idea, Lane! We’ll take over coverage from Metropolis! I’m giving you to White!”

“Why am I talking to you, Perry?” Lois asked before stuffing the note in her mouth and the doctor’s certification of circumcision in her purse.

As Lois took off her pink high-heel pumps and waved for Jimmy to follow, Perry White replied with, “Because all hell is breaking out here in the studio too, Lois. Green Arrow, Black Canary, and a half dozen FBI officers just showed up with a warrant for Morgan Edge’s arrest. I doubt they’ll make anything stick, but they seem to think Edge is hooked up with Intergang and both were working with Genosha to nab Superman.”

“Yeah, I had that much figured out over an hour ago!” Lois spat as she began chewing and running at the same time.

“Smart girl! How are you holding up?”

“You mean my privates? My pussy hurts like hell, Chief! Come on Jimmy, keep up! However, Chief, I’m expecting my feet to end up even worse off. We’re jogging around two miles to the airport. Any chance you can get tickets for us on an earlier flight? Cameron Hodge and the government of Genosha are probably pissed and looking for a fall girl to make pay for this fiasco!”

“Funny you should mention that, Lois,” Perry White chortled jovially back. “Green Arrow said Bruce Wayne’s private plane was waiting for you and ready to take off in…lets see…that would be 50 minutes from now. You’ll have the plane to yourselves, but Iron Man and two squadrons of U.S. Air Force stealth fighters are waiting in international airspace just off the coast to escort you home!”

“Great news, Chief! Lane out! Run harder, Jimmy. You’re going to join the mile high club without having to get that blow job I promised you in the lavatory!”

Epilogue

Lois Lane grinned as she closed the door to her Metropolis apartment behind Jimmy Olsen. Jimmy had just bedded Lois for the twenty-second time to collect his final installment on the bet they had made on the flight to Genosha, the first installment of which had been fellatio in Bruce Wayne’s private plane over the Atlantic. The fellatio had been easier to manage than the intercourse that followed for the first few days after Lois’s circumcision, as Wayne’s plane’s first-aid kit had included lidocaine and a hypodermic syringe. Lois’s pain had gradually subsided to a manageable level after those first few days, though, making the pain-numbing shots unnecessary. However, the feisty reporter had yet to manage a post-declitting climax—Lois had little hope that Superman would have any better luck in that regard than Jimmy had!

Lois frowned as she hurried back into her apartment’s living room. The vivacious newshound couldn’t help but wonder how Superman would react to the news of her public comeuppance in Genosha. Well, she’d find out soon enough! Superman would be returning to Earth from his mission in the distant reaches of space in just an hour or two! Regardless of who had been sharing the ‘Man of Steel’s’ bed in the far fringes of the Milky Way, Kal-El would be eager to spend the night with Lois. Maybe one of the super-speed fuck tricks that the Flash had taught her Kryptonian beau would do the trick! Lois shrugged. Best not to let hope build TOO much!

Lois’s grin returned as she glanced at the scattered newspapers filling nearly every flat surface in the room, including much of the floor. Her eyes scanned the varied headlines, which included:

LOIS LANE BRAVELY COVERS OWN FORCED CIRCUMCISION

X-GIRLS RESCUED DUE TO LANE’S HEROIC DISTRACTION

WAS LANE WORKING FOR JUSTICE LEAGUE TO UNCOVER SUPERMAN PLOT?

LANE NOMINATED FOR SECOND PULITZER FOR GENOSHA STORY

X-MEN GIVE GRATITUDE FOR LOIS LANE’S SACRIFICE

LOIS LANE IS PROOF OF BENEFITS OF CIRCUMCISION!

GENOSHA DENIES USING LANE AS BAIT FOR SUPERMAN

LANE TO GET TISSUE REGENERATOR ACCESS? STARK SAYS, ‘NO COMMENT’

DID EDGE SET OWN EMPLOYEE UP FOR PUBLIC NEUTERING? ROLE IN SUPERMAN PLOT UNDER INVESTUGATION

LANE, SANS KENT, SHOE-IN FOR PRESTIGIOUS PULLITZER WIN

MARTIAN MANHUUNTER MUM ON LOIS LANE’S JLA UNDERCOVER WORK

POTUS MAKES CALL! URGES AVENGERS TO RESTORE LANE’S CLITORIS

SHADOWCAT APPLAUDS REPORTER’S COURAGEOUS STALL TACTIC

LANE TO AUTOGRAPH NECKLACE PENDANT CORED WITH OWN CLITORIS TOMORROW—WILL HEROIC REPORTER HAVE SUPERMAN IN TOW?

LOIS LANE MADE GETTING DECLITTED LOOK FUN—POPULARITY OF PROCEDURE SKYROCKETS

LANE NOMINATED FOR PULITZER—SECOND WIN SEEMS CERTAIN

STATE DEPARTMENT DENIES LANE’S SPY WORK—TRANSFERS EMPLOYEE SUSPECTED OF MISCONDUCT ANYHOW

SUPERMAN’S GIRLFRIEND ROLE MODEL FOR YOUNG FEMALE PROFESSIONALS

TIME RUNNING OUT FOR LOIS LANE CLITORIS REGENERATION—X-MEN URGE AVENGERS TO TAKE ACTION

MAGNETO URGES REVOLUTION—TOUTS GENOSHA AS MUTANT HOMELAND

DAILY PLANET CIRCULATION REBOUNDS AS GENOSHA STORY SERIALIZED

SCARLET WITCH VOTES YES ON LOIS LANE’S RESTORATION—OFFERS FREE CLITORIDECTOMY AND MASTECTOMY TREATMENT PRIOR TO LANE’S REQUIRED RETURN TO GENOSHA

WILL SUPERMAN CALL IN FAVORS OWED TO HAVE GIRLFRIEND’S SEX LIFE RESTORED?

Lois sighed only partway through the perusal, as she picked up the newspaper with that last headline. As much as she hated to do it, she was going to have to clear up the mess before Superman arrived. The sultry brunette set the selected newspaper on the coffee table before Superman’s favorite chair. That would force the couple to discuss, post-first-round-of-sex, the events that had taken place while the ‘Man of Steel’ had been away, and ultimately Lois’s future. Lane then stacked the rest of the newspapers by headline category and placed the Pulitzer-related stories in a magazine stand next to the couch. The rest of the newspapers would soon be hauled to the kitchen and added to the trashcan.

First, however, Lane needed to make sure Kal-El would be in the best of moods when he returned to Lois’s bedroom after his customary post-sex rejuvenation break (well, normally the break was Kal-El’s attempt to let Lois cool down from the hot sex). Lois set a DVD labeled “Doctor Lactose compilation 4” next to the paper with a note on it that said, “The good stuff starts on scene 7.” Then the intrepid reporter picked up the empty glass on the coffee table and, with a felt-tip pen, wrote, “Scarlet Witch, 07-02-23.” Superman knew that there would be an identically labeled glass bottle of blue-tinged milk in the fringe. The superheroine milk cost a fortune, but Lois knew Kal-El was fascinated with the sight of hu-cows being milked, and the taste of their lactic fluids. The investment would be worth it!

Preparations completed, Lois turned to head for the bathroom for a quick shower before she began preparing dinner. The comely reporter paused, pulled one of the newspapers out of the magazine stand, and read the headline again.

LANE NOMINATED FOR SECOND PULITZER FOR GENOSHA STORY

Lois shrugged her shoulders and pulled the newspaper from the coffee table and placed both in the magazine stand. There wasn’t any real need to force a discussion about the Avengers’ tissue regenerator. After all, Lois Lane was finding life as a neutered woman to be pretty darn sweet!

The End?

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