Chapter 5. Carla Takes Center Stage

“I still don’t see why you don’t give this vessel a pass on this female circumcision business,” Sylvia Jensen whined stridently as she stood where Carla had placed her—next to the sort-of-X-shaped chair that looked quite a bit more complicated, but similarly purposed, to those found in most gynecological treatment rooms. The graying dishwater blonde had been faced towards the theater-like seating at the back of the room, but was twisting her head backward to watch the Sunni Circumcision Services’ body modification specialist slide the wrist and ankle cuffs out from under the instrument table and set them on the floor beside her feet. “No one’s going to pay real money for Jensen’s over-the-hill pleasure button!”

“On the contrary, Miss Jensen,” Dr. Cummings replied as she used an L-shaped Allen wrench, plucked from one of her micro-skirt’s inner pockets, to open one of the ankle cuffs. “Someone will pay several thousand dollars for the privilege of wearing, or having some girl they hope to please wear, a necklace featuring a pendant containing your sex life. A fraction of the price a prettier or more famous girl’s sexual center would bring, I admit, but well worth my investment of time to harvest your clitoris. Now stop begging. It won’t see you spared!”

“I wasn’t beggi…OH, HELL!” Sylvia declared as the girl dressed in a sexy nurse’s costume placed the open cuff around her left ankle and snapped it closed with a loud click. “What do I care? I was pretty much done with using this vessel anyhow. I might as well experience what it’s like to get declitted before I move on to greener pastures!”

“Frankly, I don’t know what to think of you, Miss Jensen,” Dr. Cummings declared as she cuffed the graying woman’s right ankle and then stood with one wrist cuff under her left arm while she used the Allen wrench to open the one in her right hand. “Fortunately, I get paid the same for collecting the clitoris from a loon as I do from a genius.” Having stated the obvious, Carla quickly cuffed one wrist and then the other. “There! Now, up on the restraint table with your legs pointed towards your colleagues and the soldiers. Don’t worry! Your modesty won’t be compromised for long. Then I’ll let you down with a little less to look at.”

Sylvia grinned like the madwoman she likely was as she climbed atop the table’s central leather pad and rested her cuffed ankles on the end of the leg supports, which, like the arm supports, had already been rotated outward to facilitate a spread-eagle position. The business manager nervously chirped, “Well I’m glad that at least one of us appears to be looking forward to what comes next. I won’t promise not to return the favor, bitch!”

“Not possible, Miss Jensen,” Carla chortled back as she stepped between the spread arm support/restraints and behind Sylvia. “As I said before, I had myself sexually neutered a few months ago so that I would be in compliance with laws in Islamic Fundamentalist countries like Genosha…and countries having similar laws for other reasons, like Latveria and Wakanda…so that I could be one of the SCS technicians helping deal with the heavy load of body modification work those countries were generating. I’ve helped generate tens of millions of dollars in revenue for Sunni Circumcision Services and our parent company, Van Dyne Industries, already.”

“Proud of yourself, are you, bitch?” Sylvia snarled back.

“That’s right,” Carla replied back unperturbed. “I’m providing a much in demand service far more professionally than any of my competitors…and having fun doing it, too! Especially when working on costumed vigilantes,” the body modification technician added as she flashed a wicked smile at Alison Blaire, the Dazzler. “Don’t worry! I don’t mind doing stuck-up crabby crones approaching menopause either. One more crack out of you, Miss Jensen, and you’ll go without the pain suppressants Mr. Delany negotiated for you…which would make Miss Twift a little less unhappy than she’s going to be shortly. Actually, let this be a warning to all of you girls. If you give me any lip or make my job any harder than it needs to be, you’ll not get the lidocaine injections I promised Miss Twift I would give you…and you just might get yourselves debreasted as well.”

Dr. Cummings returned her attention to the task at hand and tapped buttons on each of the control pads at the end of the restraint table’s arms to cause the U-bolts at the end of each arm to pop outward, exposing a gap in the bolts’ inner posts. Then she tersely instructed, “Now slide forward until the small of your back is on the hip pad, stick your arms upward and outward at a forty-five degree angle, and lean back. Don’t worry! I’ll keep you from falling between the arm restrainers.”

Sylvia glared at Carla as she slid forward, raised her arms above her head, and leaned back. The business manager gritted her teeth and issued a low growl as the girl in the sexy nurse’s outfit grabbed her elbows and controlled her descent. Then Carla pushed her left hand under the back of Sylvia’s neck to keep her steady, while she pulled her right hand up the graying blonde’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 Sylvia’s neck and used her left hand to repeat the procedure with the manager’s left wrist cuff.

“Slide your butt a bit further downward,” Dr. Cummings instructed as she stepped back out of the V formed by the spread arm restrainers and stepped around to slide into the V formed by the spread leg restrainers. To everyone’s surprise, Sylvia complied without complaint, evidently taking Carla’s threat to heart. After two pairs of taps and some deft maneuvering of Jensen’s ankles, she had U-bolts closed around ankle cuff half rings leaving Sylvia’s legs spread at a 45 degree angle and her vulva vulnerable to Carla’s ministrations. As Cummings held down a pair of downward pointed buttons on the control pad, the most foot-ward bones in the leg-restraint assembly bent downward, forcing Sylvia to bend her knees.

Dr. 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 bones in the arm-restraint assembly lengthened until Sylvia groaned in discomfort. “Sorry, Miss Jensen!” Carla chirped jovially. “I’m racking you 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 the stretching to mostly fade. Now, let’s make 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 Sylvia’s head and lowering her widespread feet.

“I can’t see my pussy!” Sylvia complained after a final groan of discomfort. “I want to see what’s happening to this vessel. Or you’ll have to explain each step!”

“That wouldn’t take long!” Carla chortled back as she stepped back from the arm restrainers and then sideways to stand before the instrument table. “We’ve spent more time restraining you than I’ll spend circumcising you, Miss Jensen. However, I’m not about to add a blow-by-blow description to my work. Not that the rest of my clients and the audience wouldn’t have similar requests. Fortunately for everyone involved, this room comes equipped to deal with those requests. Doesn’t it, Mr. Nekoboh?”

“Indeed it does, Carla, baby,” Roman replied from the folding chair he had retaken next to the sultry Novarian sect officer sitting behind the lighting, sound, and camera control station table beside him. “Lower the video monitor, Lieutenant,” Nekoboh instructed tersely, and then grinned as a large double flat-screen lowered from a compartment in the ceiling just behind the stage lights as the Genoshan secret service girl flicked a switch. The screens were attached back to back, and each tilted about twenty degrees downward, so that the ‘client’ could see one screen and the audience the other. “Focus camera one on the upper front of Jensen’s vulva, and put that on the room’s monitor screens. Focus camera two on Jensen’s face. We’ll be spending more time adjusting the shot of camera three…the rover, which is on the longer multi-armed gimbals…to show wider shots to put everything in perspective and context, primarily by showing what Carla is doing to complete her clients’ declittings. You will likely have to adjust the first two cameras only as we change girls being sexually neutered. We’ll be recording all three cameras all the time, so when I edit the film I can mix camera shots to the best advantage possible.”

“Good!” Nekoboh declared as he looked at the images on all three screens on the table beside him. “Hit record on the microphones and all three cameras. Good! The shots are fine and even Sylvia’s breathing is registering on the microphones. You’re good to go, Carla, baby! Do, however, keep in mind that this is going to be a pay-per-view special and that you’re one of the lead performers…although we’re both going to have to see Saylor as the headliner. That means you’re going to have to explain what you’re doing and why to keep things interesting for the uninformed multitude in the audience when the show finally gets released…hopefully about two weeks from today.”

“I know how to make a clitoridectomy look entertaining, erotic, and desirable, Roman,” Carla spat back with a wicked grin on her face. “But then, you don’t know how many girls have made the spur-of-the-moment decision to get THEMSELVES sexually neutered after watching one of their friends pay the Scarlet Witch or myself to terminate said friend’s sex drive.”

“I believe you, Carla, baby,” Nekoboh chortled back. “I want you to do more than just sell the pay-per-view audience on getting themselves or someone they know circumcised, though. I want you to sell the viewers on the idea that they just HAVE to own one of the VERY expensive necklaces made from the clitorises you’re harvesting as they watch. Several of us get a cut from the sale of the clitoris-filled necklace pendants, remember. Don’t worry! I’ll add an introduction to the pay-per-view that explains to the viewers that the declittings you are about to perform took place two weeks ago, and that the expensive jewelry has already been manufactured and is just being put on sale as they watch the show.”

“Sales pitches are usually not part of my job description, Roman, but as I always get a percentage of the revenue produced by the sale of items made from the residuals of my work, I’ll give it my best shot tonight,” Dr. Cummings replied with a smirk on her face. “My cut from the sale of the necklace pendant created from Miss Twift’s pleasure node alone will make my salary for the entire month seem insignificant! I assume that you’ll introduce the cast off camera in post-production, and also deal with any other issues that come up in post-production, with segments inserted in between each girl’s treatment. Therefore, I’m going to concentrate on making the body modifications I’m performing as attractive as possible one patient at a time. Say when to begin.

“Yes, I’ll add in ‘performer’ profiles and fluff pieces, Carla, baby,” Nekoboh replied with a chuckle. “Unless I miss my guess, once the clit clippings are done and behind them, the girls will happily contribute post-treatment retrospectives to the project as they ‘own’ what’s about to happen after it happened. I wouldn’t be totally astonished if Saylor took on musical direction and contributed a theme song!” Roman laughed as the pop diva, still standing near the back of the line-up of girls waiting to get sexually neutered, flashed her dirtiest look at him, looked thoughtful, and then shrugged.

Nekoboh grinned at Twift before urging, “Let the girls retake their seats without being allowed to cover their sexy bits, Walid, until Carla calls for them to come up onto the stage. Right now they’re just blocking some of the audience’s view.” Roman laughed again, as, after Sabbah waved the girls away, they hurried back to their chairs with relief softening the dread that filled their faces.

“Okay, everyone, quiet on the set!” Roman called back as his grin faded and he gave the audience a firm stare. “Try to not be too vociferous as we watch the fun. As this is a docudrama we’re filming, I’m fine with the sound of my directing and any involuntary audience reactions to the declittings being captured on the sound recording we’re making. However, any outright disorderly conduct will see the perpetrator forfeiting his testicles or her breasts. Ready! One, two, three, ACTION!”

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” Carla called out to the theater-like seats in the back of the room, striving to make a coherent beginning to the story being filmed. “I am Dr. Carla Cummings, severe body modification technician for Sunni Circumcision Services, or shortened, SCS. As you’ve only just been allowed into the operating theater to observe my treatment of some rather special clients this evening, I thought I would make some brief introductory remarks. First, though, I should reiterate that these procedures are being filmed and that those of you present in the room you should follow the director’s instructions to the extent possible. Not that I expect you’ll be able to remain silent during the more exciting moments of the procedures.”

“As many of you might be aware, severe body modifications became very popular over the last year or so throughout the world after new laws were passed in the United States…and later by many other countries as well. By severe body modification, we’re mostly talking about alterations to male and female genitalia and female breasts, or in technical terms gonadectomies/castrations and penectomies/dockings for men and clitoridectomies/declittings and mastectomies/debreastings for women. These services are not equally available to everyone in all countries of the world, but at least some of the services are popular with some groups of people everywhere.”

“There are a lot of companies around the world, such as the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’ under the direction of the Scarlet Witch, that perform only voluntary body modifications on consenting adults. My company, 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. Due to the passage of recent laws in the United States of America, which were subsequently adopted by many other countries worldwide, costumed vigilantes, better known as superheroes and superheroines, fall under that second category; these so-called superheroes and superheroines are my specialty, but I’m available for other work when it finds me. While here in the island paradise of Genosha for some prospective work on some costumed vigilantes, I was given the opportunity to help out today with other work by Mr. Walid Sabbah, Genosha’s Undersecretary of State for Women’s Affairs.”

“Genosha is one of many countries…a growing list of countries, in fact…that requires all post-pubescent females to be circumcised. By circumcised, we mean they must have their clitoris removed. This requirement legally includes foreign visitors as well as natives to the island nation. While some foreigners meet this requirement either prior to journeying to this island paradise, as I have…or upon arrival…I must say it is well known that the vast majority of foreign visitors go about their business ignoring, but not ignorant of, the law. This works out fine for the vast majority of that vast majority of visitors, but every once in a while one or a few foreign visitors find themselves in discussion with Genoshan officials regarding how to best conform to the female circumcision requirements. Genosha is flexible to the fullest extent possible to meet these women’s needs while helping them to comply with the female circumcision law.” Carla fought hard to not grin back at Walid who was fully appreciating her avoidance of discouraging female tourists while warning them at the same time that he would be perfectly within his rights to confiscate their pleasure buttons, adding the price the nubs of flesh brought as necklace pendent cores to Genosha’s economic resources.

“This evening, several women, U.S. citizens all, found themselves in Genosha and seeking an opportunity to comply with Genoshan law regarding female circumcision. As some of these women are well-know celebrities, Undersecretary Sabbah immediately asked if I could help with these women’s needs and desires regarding that compliance. As I do my work and you meet these lovely ladies, you’ll see why I couldn’t refuse.” Carla grinned as the audience began clapping loudly for the first time, including the male members of the Saylor Twift world tour, while the female songstresses cringed and looked more than a little terrified.

“Yes, my work will specifically involve performing clitoridectomies on these brilliant and beautiful women, one of whom is a true international icon. While 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 the cavity out of the client’s vulva, some women have other preferences. Genoshan law allows me some latitude to work with towards meeting those preferences. As a result, the first client will have very little clitoral shaft below the clitoral glans removed; we will be excising progressively more shaft below the clitoral glans as we proceed with the patients that follow. I’ll explain this better using a diagram shortly. Additionally, at least one of the clients wishes to forgo the traditional final climax, which we severe body modifications generally seek to provide as the sex organ is extirpated.”

“As I do my work, I’m sure we’ll have an opportunity to discuss the benefits the girls are gaining by undergoing this particular body modification. At this time, I should also point out that these girls’ clitorises are not being wasted. They will be used to manufacture clitoris-filled crystal glass necklace pendants which are sure to become rare collectables and fine heirlooms. Some or all of these pendants will have been autographed by the girl donating the core. These fine heirlooms are now either for sale, or open for competitive bidding, at the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of lingerie, clothing accessories, and sex toys section of the Van Dyne Industries website.”

“Now let’s introduce my first client for the evening who, as I’ve already mentioned, is electing to have a minimal clitoral excision and forgo her final climax due to some anxiety she is feeling regarding having decided to embrace female circumcision rather abruptly this evening. This lady also provides your first clue as to who my star client, the international icon I mentioned, is going to be. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s have a big hand of applause for Sylvia Jensen, who is business manager for a music pop star, and who is also acting as tour manager for a series of concerts presently being held around the world.”

As Carla made a big flourishing double handed wave towards the firmly secured Sylvia, and the audience clapped, catcalled, and whistled, the look of irate displeasure on the dishwater blonde’s face morphed into a silly grin. The severe body modification technician worked hard to conceal the relief she was feeling at Sylvia’s at least temporary cooperation, and flashed a friendly smile at the older woman as she chirped, “Hang in there, Miss Jensen. We’re almost ready to get to the fun, and then you’ll be watching the other girls being put through their paces from your seat in the audience. First I need to explain the specifics of what we have planned for you, and bring up another pair of hands to help me make those plans come to fruition. But before I do that, I need to bring the audience up to speed about the clitoris and clitoridectomies in general.”

“RIGHT!” Roman Nekoboh called out. “Right here, for the pay-per-view, we’ll insert just after the applause a short biography of Sylvia and get some background on how much thought she’d given to getting herself cut before today’s events. Later in the docudrama we’ll get her post-sexual neutering thoughts. Let’s have a little wider shot with camera three still focused on the castratrix, Lieutenant. Go ahead and pick up from where you left off, Carla, baby.”

Dr. Cummings smiled at the rover camera and continued with, “Before I get to work on Sylvia, I’m going to give members in the audience and viewers watching this program at home some background information relevant to the procedures I’m about to perform. Can you have my diagram put on the monitor screens, Mr. Nekoboh?”

As Roman and the Novarian sect agent controlling the cameras, microphones, and lighting whispered back and forth, Dr. Cummings called out, “Excellent!” as a side by side image of two separate diagrams of the female vulva area appeared on the back-to-back screens. “Now, as I mentioned earlier, observers and clients, we are here to help bring a handful of American women into compliance with Genoshan female circumcision requirements. To accomplish this I will be performing clitoridectomies on these women. That means I’m going to perform surgery on their clitorises. To explain just exactly what this surgery entails, I’ll use this pair of diagrams and annotate them as needed.”

“First, let’s focus on the left diagram. When you examine a female vulva we find the surficial manifestations 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 for you laypersons…just beneath the clitoral hood, which is also called a prepus…that’s the halved cone of protective skin covering most of the terminal end of the clitoris shown in partial transparency at the top of the left diagram. What you see poking out of the open end of the halved cone of the hood is a shiny bulb-like ellipsoid that averages the size of the average-sized pea, called the clitoral glans. Note that the clitoral glans, labled ‘glans clitoris’ on the left diagram, 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 I said, 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 clitoral 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 bulb of vestibule and 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 diagrams clearly display 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. Please put Miss Jensen’s vulva back on the screen, but be prepared to switch back to the diagram, Mr. Nekoboh.”

Sylvia giggled while blushing as a close-up of her privates appeared on the monitor screens, causing laughter to erupt from the audience of mostly soldiers. The dishwater blond business manager then issued a soft moan as she felt Carla spread both her inner and outer labial lips with the thumb and index finger of her left hand. The moan grew louder as Sylvia felt the index finger of the body modification technician’s right hand circle around the rim of her swollen pleasure node. Dr. Cummings chuckled as she declared, “This is Miss Jensen’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. The rear portion of the glans is hidden beneath Miss Jensen’s clitoral hood.”

Dr. Cummings circled her finger tip twice more around the tumid glans as the nude middle-aged American woman squirmed on the restraint table, and then continued with, “If you’ll look VERY carefully at the image on the screen, and I pull gently back on Miss Jensen’s hood, you’ll note that the clitoris is clearly not part of the clitoral hood that surrounds most of the external penisoid shaft, and, if we could get a more unobstructed view under the hood, you would see that there IS a faint depression around the rim of Sylvia’s clitoral glans’ underside. I will admit this rim between clitoral flesh and the vulva tissue forming what I’ll call the vulva roof is often difficult to discern. With many women, the roof tissue seems to merge with clitoral tissue, and the clitoris can only be discerned by its shiny texture. There may be some slight inter-layering of the clitoral organ cells and the vulval roof skin cells near the surface of the vulva, but this inter-layering is inconsequential to our purposes today. If the clitoris is tugged outward with only a modicum of force, the vulval roof tissue and clitoral organ skin part easily without trauma”

“Anyone here who has spent much time examining a clitoris up close might doubt the veracity of my last statement. The clitorises of virtually any woman you might examine appear to be quite snug and secure, 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. 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.”

“What is my point you might ask?” Carla continued with a shrug of her shoulders. “Let’s go back to the diagrams, Mr. Nekoboh. “I, and almost every other body modification specialist in the world, conduct our practices under the assumption that the clitoris is an organ that merely projects into the apex of the vulva, instead of being structurally part of it, and you can see on the diagram that the medical community agrees with me. The brighter minds in our community, and scientists interested in contributing tools to help us do our work, asked ourselves what might happen if some mechanism was used to hold the vulva roof around the clitoral glans in place while outward tension was applied to the glans itself parallel with the projection of the clitoris before its downward bend?”

“The conclusion we reached, which I will soon demonstrate to be a valid conclusion, was that the tensile forces applied to the clitoral glans perpendicular to the roof of the vulva as the roof is held in place might pop the clitoral glans free of its cavity,” Dr. Cummings declared with a grin on her face. “From there, it’s easy to hypothesize that, if you can pop the glans free from the apex of the vulva, 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 treated…or…more specifically…being declitted!”

“That, simple question and the theories it inspired led to the development of a number of tools that have revolutionized approaches to extra-medical clitoridectomies. The first of those tools being Doctor Doom’s declitting tube, which augmented focused tension with the application of ultrasonic vibrations. An ultrasonic projector directs these ultrasonic energies forward from the declitting tool tip parallel to the clitoral cavity, softening the previously mentioned mucous membranes around the clitoral shaft, whether in the clitoral cavity or under the clitoral hood, and weakening the tensile strength of any connective tissue encountered during clitoral stretching. This ultrasonic projector technology has been incorporated into subsequently invented extra-medical clitoridectomy tools, such as the Richards/Stark pneumatic vacuum extractor and the Richards’ FGC clamp.”

“I mentioned that the sole purpose of the clitoris is to facilitate female sexual climax,” Carla pointed out as she continued her spiel. “It does this by transmitting pleasure along nerves in the very sensitive organ to the brain during sexual stimulation…and ultimately during sexual climax. It is estimated that there are about 8,000 sensory nerve endings in the clitoris, most of them in the clitoral glans. These nerves are also very sensitive to any kind of trauma that might be inflicted on the clitoris. They complain very loudly when something painful happens to the organ. Just imagine how loudly the clitoris’s sensory nerves are going to scream in complaint at their owner’s brain when they’re abruptly truncated during declitting! And all of the clitoridectomy procedures we severe body modification technician’s employ involve clitoral truncation. We’ll talk about how much truncation should be expected momentarily.”

“But first, I’ll try to quickly touch on the right diagram before finishing up with the left diagram, and address the reasons for performing a clitoridectomy on a perfectly healthy girl, before getting onto the fun entertainment you’re all hear to watch, the declittings themselves,” Dr. Cummings chirped as she nodded at the diagrams filling the back-to-back screens. “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 vulval 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, and frequently cutting or even removing portions of the clitoral hood. This inevitably resulted in capillaries in the vulva roof and/or clitoral hood 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 mother, 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. 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. In general, the deeper the clitoral stump is buried in the vacated clitoral cavity, the more staunching of bleeding by the compression from the vacated cavity occurs. This will come up again when we get to Miss Jensen’s treatment, which as I mentioned, at her request, will involve the removal of minimal clitoral shaft during her clitoral beheading.”

“In state-of-the art consensual body modification clinics, such as the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’, due to the minimal bleeding expected after performing clitoridectomies using modern technology, the newly created clitoral stump is generally 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. The cauterization also destroys additional clitoral nerves in the superheroine’s clitoral stump, which serves several purposes not relevant to our goals here today, at least for the moment. We will be using cauterization as standard procedure to staunch bleeding and prevent infection today, however.”

“Returning our attention to the diagram on the left side of the screen, we’ll deal with the quantity of clitoris that might be removed during female circumcision. First, I should 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. Our goal for Miss Jensen, at her request, will involve extirpation closer to what the village cutter was able to accomplish than modern body modification technicians. Disappointing from my perspective!”

“Why do I say this?” Carla asked as she flashed a wicked grin at the camera. “Well let’s talk about another benefit derived from today’s declitting technology. Using state-of-the-art female circumcision tools, the penisoid morphology of the beheaded clitoris is maintained with little trauma to the extracted organ above the cut point. If quickly preserved with ice, or better yet with a stasis box, so that the tumidity of the erect sex organ is maintained by inducing hemostasis, clitorises extirpated with modern tools make attractive trophies or mementos when used as cores filling necklace pendants.”

“Yes I’m reminding viewers at home that the clitoris-filled crystal glass necklace pendants I mentioned earlier…which are sure to become rare collectables and fine heirlooms…at least some of which have been autographed by the girl donating the core…are now either for sale, or open for competitive bidding. If you think these prizes might be right for you, visit the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of lingerie, clothing accessories, and sex toys section of the Van Dyne Industries website. You’ll note that the necklace pendant cored with Miss Sylvia Jensen’s shorter severed clitoris is much less costly than the necklace pendants filled with the other girl’s clitorises! Thank God I donated as much of my clitoris as I could when my turn to get my vulva trimmed came up!”

“Back to the quantity of clitoris that we might expect to be extracted,” Dr. Cummings continued as she grinned sheepishly at her unabashed advertisement on SCS’s parent company’s behalf. “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 which tool...and you can get even more clitoral tissue using a pry bar after stretching. That represents about an inch of tumid clitoris, meaning clitoral glans and clitoral shaft behind it when the organ has un-stretched. With the pry bar, you can usually clip out an inch-and-a-half of tumid de-stretched clitoris using most of the modern technology devices.”

“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. And I’m using cauterization today. For superheroines, my fellow body modification specialists and I are more aggressive, because these heroines sometimes have access to tissue regeneration technology that can undo our hard work. I, as do most other technicians, use the most efficient, at least in terms of clitoral stretching, declitting tool available on superheroines. Currently this is the declitting tube. 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 de-stretched clitoris. Additionally, I always cauterize my superheroine ‘clients’ clitoral stumps to destroy even more clitoral nerves. I mention superheroines because we have one with us today. You’ll get to meet the superheroine AFTER we’ve introduced tonight’s star client, as we prepare to take care of the vulva alteration needs of this true international icon. We’ll deal with the superheroine and HER clitoris’s future at the very end of this docudrama.”

“Lastly, I think we need to discuss the purposes of performing a clitoridectomy on a healthy woman, or for agreeing to have an extra-medical clitoridectomy performed on yourself,” Dr. Cummings chirped with obvious excitement and a reassuring smile on her face. “First, let’s deal with the elephant in the room. It’s a way to take away a girl’s ability to climax, something that is crucial to the enjoyment of coitus. That means it’s also a way to end your dependency on sex as a measure of self worth. Yes, I know some of you are chuckling right now. I’ve seen the scientific papers, mostly based on research in Nigeria, I think, that show that circumcised girls actually find it easier to reach climax than uncircumcised girls. I think those studies are hogwash, a statement I’ll back up with evidence momentarily. Bottom line…no clitoris means no clitoral orgasm. Period!”

“Yes,” Carla continued with a smirk on her face, “others of you are out there laughing about my forgetting about G-spot orgasms. Yes there is an area between one and two inches inward on the forward wall of the vagina that is referred to as the G-spot…fairly closely located below the point where the clitoris splits into legs, or crura, above the vagina, and where the legs project on either side of the vagina…that can contribute to sexual pleasure. However, I’ve done surveys of girls I’ve personally circumcised, many of them costumed vigilantes. The percentage of circumcised girls, based on these post-clitoridectomy surveys, who can manage climax of any kind after being declitted is appallingly low. This is particularly true for girls who had their pleasure node extracted against their will. My theory is that the nerve trauma suffered during extirpation of the clitoris deleteriously affects the nerves below the cut…effectively destroying the G-spot.”

“There are other reasons to have a clitoridectomy performed on either someone you know or yourself. In addition to stifling the ability to achieve climax and therefore dampening a girl’s dependency of sex for satisfaction in life, declitting can actually make you more desirable as a sex partner for many men, because THEY no longer have to worry about bringing YOU to climax, and can concentrate on ejaculating whenever it suits THEIR needs. Additionally, getting declitted eliminates the possibility of getting hooked on unproductive or illicit forms of sex…masturbation and lesbian relationships come to mind…which can be especially beneficial in some cultures with strong religious and cultural beliefs. Directly related are statistics that show that societies with high percentages of sexually neutered females have fewer incidences of extramarital affairs and fewer women giving birth to children out of wedlock. Circumcised girls working in intellectual arenas find it easier to stay mentally focused on their tasks. Surveys of declitted versus clitted girls clearly demonstrate that female circumcision makes girls more tractable without interfering with their reproductive processes. Frankly, every bit of statistical evidence I’ve been able to find clearly demonstrates that girls become a harder worker and better citizen after being sexually neutered.”

Her spiel over, Carla grinned as sexily as she could manage and declared, “Hopefully, I’ve convinced more than a few viewers that circumcision would greatly benefit someone you know…a wife, a sister, a close friend, or, ideally, you yourself, ladies. I encourage all of you viewers to visit the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’ website now…well not now…but after the show. Brace yourselves ladies and gentlemen. Although my clients will be suffering more than a little pain…and perhaps even a little remorse…they are going to be left with fond memories. And you, viewers, are going to enjoy the evening as my clients provide you with first-rate entertainment. Stay tuned! Our revelation of tonight’s star client, a true international icon, is going to be front page news. And once you’re done watching her mind-blowing sexual neutering, we’re going to announce our next show, this time a live pay-per-view streaming special! Hold onto your seats, and enjoy!”

Chapter 6. Malice and the Cruelest Cut

“Great job, Carla, baby!” Roman Nekoboh declared effusively. “At this point we’ll give the pay-per-view audience a brief intermission for a bathroom break and an opportunity to grab snacks and beer while we run advertisements for vacations in Genosha, and maybe some adds for the body modification clinic and the clitoral jewelry outlet. Let’s get the diagrams down and Sylvia’s vulva back on the wide-screens, Lieutenant. When you’re ready, Carla, baby, go back to doing your thing.”

“With that long introduction,” Carla exclaimed as she grinned at camera three, “it’s time I take care of the needs of my first client for the night, who we’ve already introduced, Sylvia Jensen. I should also mention at this point that, for the next two girls waiting for me to help with their circumcision needs, to keep you viewers in suspense as to whom our star client will be, we’ll disclose first names only. Liz will be my second client of this evening, and is going to be asked to help me perform the clitoridectomy on Sylvia while she anticipates her own circumcision, which will be accomplished using different tools and procedures. Liz, will you please come up here on stage and, as that second pair of hands I need, follow my instructions to the letter?”

Dr. Cummings flashed a reassuring smile at the brunette backing vocalist who grew ghostly white as she heard her name called while sitting on the clothing pile covering her seat. Then the foxy girl, her dark-brown eyes widened with alarm, began silently shaking her head negatively in response to Carla’s request. The Novarian sect agent sitting behind Dazzler immediately reached forward and poked Liz in the side of her left B-cup with her right hand while signaling thumbs down with her left. When the Novarian sect agent followed this with a throat cutting signal and then pointed at the stage, the backing singer got the message—comply with the body modification technician’s instructions or have her waived debreasting penalty reinstated. Liz groaned with apprehension, stood, and hurried up onto the stage.

As Liz finally stood before Dr. Cummings, Sylvia issued a soft chuckle. Carla followed the business manager’s stare to the bottom of Liz’s neatly trimmed triangle of dark-brown pubic hair. The backing singer’s blood engorged clitoris was easily visible poking below her clitoral hood—Liz, although clearly distressed at facing the imminent modification of her vulva, was finding the prospect of being declitted extremely erotic. As the backing vocalist realized the focal point of the eyes of the other two girls on the stage, she blushed badly.

Carla pulled her eyes from the swollen clitoris, and flashed Liz another reassuring smile as she chirped, “Thank you for helping with Miss Jensen’s circumcision, Liz. I know you’re unexpectedly eager to get on with your own body modification. You should have seen me as I waited impatiently for my turn to get myself clipped! Please be patient as I, with your help, give Sylvia here the best treatment possible while keeping our audience abreast as to what we’re doing. Then we’ll get your own clitoridectomy taken care of and you back to your seat. Don’t worry! What I’m going to ask you to do will be fairly straightforward. Why don’t we start by having you stand on the wall side of the restraint chair, just beside Sylvia’s left hip.”

“But I don’t want…I’m not eager to…,” Liz stammered softly as she blushed badly.

“Hush, and do as your told,” Carla chuckled softly back. “It’s normal! All of the girls are reacting similarly…as you can tell from one glance at Sylvia’s vulva.” Carla grinned as Sylvia responded with a blush of her own at the eyes on her own tumid pleasure node, while a placated Liz stepped around the foot end of the circumcision station to stand next to Jensen’s left hip.

Carla quickly opened a small drawer hanging beneath the instrument tray’s tilted surface and removed several small tools, before placing them on the instrument tray next to the assortment of mostly larger tools already atop it. Then the sexy body modification technician quickly pulled an assortment of items from the instrument try and placed them on Sylvia’s belly, including: a small hemostat, a small pair of surgical scissors, and a very small pair of tongs. The tongs had a pair of inward facing half-inch-wide pads at the end of each tongs arm that were probably only a little more than a quarter inch long. Each of the tiny tongs pads were covered with three small ribs of soft, sticky plastic oriented perpendicular to the length of the tongs and tilted slightly towards the tongs handle, making the back of the ribs function somewhat like blunt teeth.

Then the body modification technician pulled a small pen-sized rod from the instrument tray, twisted a rotatable collar just above the point where its tip narrowed to very thin stem that ended in a quarter-inch diameter metal ball, and offered the rod to Liz. “Here,” Dr. Cummings said in a soft, calm voice as she flashed a friendly smile to the backing vocalist, “take this with your left hand and hold it by its center with the tip held vertical. It’s very much like a pyrography pen, similar to those found in wood burning kits used by artists, with an electrical current being generated by a powerful internal battery being sent to the tiny brass ball that forms the tip. The electrical resistance of the metal will cause the tip to grow extremely hot, so you could burn yourself if you get careless with how you hold the pyro-tool. I’m going to need it soon. Do you understand, Liz?”

“Good!” Carla replied as Liz nodded with a dear-in-headlights look on her face that matched a similar expression on Sylvia’s. The body modification specialist pulled a very small, rectangular box out of a small bin resting atop the cross-like stand of the restraint chair, pulled a fine-pointed Sharpie marking pen out of one of her micro-skirt’s inner pockets, and labeled the top of the box with Jensen’s name, before opening the box and setting it on Sylvia’s belly next to the surgical tools.

As Carla put the Sharpie back into her inner pocket, she chortled, “We’re good to go, Miss Jensen. In a few more minutes you’ll be a new woman, no longer plagued with sexual desires that have been getting ever more difficult to fulfill. You’ll be able to focus much more fully on your work. I’m sure your increased efficiency will earn you a pay raise from the singers and musicians you represent,” Dr. Cummings declared as she picked up the small strange tongs-like device with the sticky ribs covering the inner surface of the open gripper ends.

“What is that…what are you going to do to this vessel?” burst from an obviously high-strung business manager’s throat. “I thought you were going to explain!”

“This tongs clamp is what I call a clitoral gripper,” Carla replied and then held the tool up so that camera three could slide closer to it on its multi-arms and gimbals and focus on the tooth-like grabbing surfaces formed by the three sticky plastic covered ribs at each end of the tongs arms. “It will allow me to stretch your clitoris out of your clitoral hood so that I can reach your desired truncation point without using one of the high-tech clitoridectomy tools.”

“Oh! Okay,” Sylvia replied laconically.

“To accomplish that, I’m going to need your help, Liz. You’ll do whatever I ask, won’t you. Have you noticed how pretty your breasts look with those extremely turgid nipples you’re sporting, by the way?” All three girls on the stage watched camera three pivot and reposition to focus on the brunette backing singer’s B-cups. This was fortunate, for the camera didn’t catch Liz’s realization that Carla was more than hinting that her breast skins would be harvested if the backing vocalist didn’t follow the instructions Dr. Cummings was about to give her.

As Liz nodded with dread and apprehension on her face, camera three rotated back around to get all three of the girls on the stage in the picture. The result was an especially rewarding shot as Carla instructed, “Be careful to keep the pyro-tool vertical and your skin away from it as you do as I ask, Liz. Now, using your right hand to help as needed, I want you to begin tonguing Sylvia’s clitoris. Get her close to climax as quickly as you can, but, whatever you do, don’t let her orgasm. Start now!”

Liz gasped with a mixture of astonishment and revulsion, Sylvia began laughing hysterically, and the audience in the back of the room began babbling with a range of different comments. Carla put an end to all three reactions by grabbing Sylvia’s turgid right nipple and twisting it viscously with her left hand as she declared loudly, “Let’s have a little decorum, audience. Liz is being asked to ready Miss Jensen’s clitoris for clipping, not to have lesbian sex with the woman. This is also my way of encouraging Liz to take care of some paperwork I’ll need once I’m done here with Sylvia. Please do as I’ve asked, Liz.”

“Enough, you’ve got my attention!” Sylvia stridently declared as her right nipple protested its mistreatment. “It’s not like it’s going to be the first time I’ve had a girl’s face in my crotch…although it might be the first time for this vessel.”

“Ignore her, Liz!” Carla hissed angrily as she released Jensen’s nipple. “Getting her to the edge of climax, but not allowing her to step across that line, is going to be the only way you’ll get some payback for her misdeeds to you and your coworkers.”

“OH!” exclaimed the short B-cupped brunette with a trimmed triangular patch of pubic hair. “That’s different. I just didn’t want anyone watching to think I was a dyke…or anything like that.”

“I’m sure that everyone out there watching would have concluded by the fact that you’re not bawling as you wait for your turn in the gynecological examination chair that you’re not a full-blown lesbian, Liz,” Carla chuckled back. “Now will you do as I ask or will you provide me with more work on YOU than you’ve already…errr…agreed to.”

“I didn’t…! Never mind. I’ll try to do what you’re asking,” Liz replied, then quickly glanced to make sure the pyro-tool, now with the ball at the end of it glowing red with heat, was still vertical.

“Good!” Dr. Cummings replied as the brunette leaned over the graying dishwater blonde and began licking around her tumid clitoris below her curly mat of thick, untrimmed dark brown pubic hair. Meanwhile, camera three’s multi-arms and gimbals went into action to position the camera to focus diagonally down the right side of Sylvia’s body so that Liz’s oral ministrations could be recorded as clearly as possible. Fifteen seconds later there was a hitch in the middle-aged business manager’s gasping, and Carla hissed, “That’s enough, Liz! Stand up and let me take a look at what I have to work with!”

“NO!” Sylvia declared stridently as the backing singer pulled her head way and camera three was repositioned to focus on Carla. “Don’t stop! This vessel was about to cum! The first cum I’ve been able to get from it without using this vessel’s own fingers!”

“Then your last cum will have been the one you brought yourself with your fingers the last time you came, Miss Jensen,” Dr. Cummings observed as she stared closely at the business manger’s dripping wet crotch. Virtually Sylvia’s entire clitoral glans was extruded below her clitoral hood!

“Not MY last cum, castratrix!” Miss Jensen declared as she stared into the body modification technician’s jubilant face and then giggled. “This vessel’s!”

“To heck with this crap!” Carla declared angrily as she lowered her left hand while she fiddled with the arms of the clitoral gripper in her right hand. Dr. Cummings deftly pulled back Sylvia’s clitoral hood with her fingers to expose a sliver of clitoral shaft above the clitoral glans. “Do you see what I’m doing with my left hand, Liz,” Carla asked, the eager anticipation she felt evident in her voice.

“Yes, Doctor!” Liz tersely replied with widened eyes as she stared at the middle-aged woman’s tumid clitoris.

“Again being careful with the pyro-tool’s tip, pull her sheathing clitoral hood backwards to expose as much of her clit as possible,” Dr. Cummings instructed as she pulled her left hand away from the dishwater blonde’s crotch.

“Yes, Doctor,” the brunette backing singer replied with the excitement she was feeling evident in her voice. As Liz pressed gently over the lower margin of Jensen’s clitoral hood and then slid her fingers firmly towards Sylvia’s hairy pubic mound, even more clitoral shaft than Carla had exposed was soon visible.

The diminutive castratrix immediately reached for the small hemostat on Jensen’s belly, while pushing the clitoral gripper towards the business manager’s crotch, and grasped the surgical tool—which looked very much like a pair of scissors, except it had a pair of inward projecting ridged tabs on the handle end of each blade—by pushing her thumb and middle fingers through the handle holes at the back. As she opened the hemostat’s handle and the straight, thick, blunt blade-like jaws opened, Carla pushed the open ends of the tongs-like clitoral gripper forward until the tongs arms reached Sylvia’s swollen, blood-engorged clitoris. Dr. Cummings was careful to keep the clitoral gripper aligned with both the direction and inclination of the projection of Jensen’s sex organ, so the soft, sticky-plastic, blunt teeth at the end of the clitoral gripper’s pincher arms surrounded the swollen pleasure node, one arm tip above the organ and one below it, each arm tip just touching the rim of Sylvia’s clitoral hood.

“NO! STOP!” The middle-aged business manager shrilled as she shook her head and pulled on her arm and leg restraints. “This isn’t supposed to be happening! Not to ME! I was helping you! Can’t you see that?”

“You are helping us…as well as yourself, Miss Jensen,” Carla replied calmly and softly, trying to keep from smirking or smiling. “I suspect you’ll benefit from your circumcision a lot more than the other girls I’ll be working on today will benefit from theirs. Keep that clitoral hood retracted no matter what, Liz!”

“Yes, Doctor!” the brunette backing vocalist replied with widened eyes showing the mixture of thrill and amazement she was feeling. Liz was now eagerly anticipating watching the woman who had intentionally brought her band to Genosha, fully intending to profit from the island country’s misogynistic laws and practices, pay the price for her treason against the female entertainers. “She’s stretched out so tightly in the gyno-chair that I hardly have to press down at all to hold her pelvis in place.”

“Good!” Dr. Cummings spat back as she gave into her impulses and grinned. “I think it’s time to put Miss Jensen’s life as an uncut woman behind her…and her stint as my patient behind me. I think we’re all going to enjoy this…except maybe Sylvia!”

Carla squeezed the tongs handle as she slowly pulled her right hand backwards, but carefully allowed the sticky plastic ribs forming the blunt teeth of the pincher arms’ pads to slide backward until the rear ribs approached the point where Sylvia’s clitoral glans began to narrow from the thickest part of its head to its penisoid tip. The body modification specialist dressed in the skimpy nurse’s costume giggled as she squeezed the tongs, pressing the middle ribs of the tongs gripper pads into the rim of Jensen’s clitoral glans, and the lowest ribs forming the soft plastic tooth-like structures into the clitoral shaft just outward from the rim of the middle-aged woman’s clitoral hood.

“Stop pinching me!” Sylvia squealed as she felt the compression around her highly sensitive pleasure node.

“The pinching sensation will abruptly end momentarily, Miss Jensen!” Carla gruffly replied as she began tugging the clitoral gripper outwards in alignment with the projection of the business manager’s clitoris. The diminutive castratrix chuckled as the gap between the ends of the clitoral gripper’s pincher arms and the lower edge of Sylvia’s clitoral hood, which Liz continued to pull back towards the middle-aged woman’s mons pubis, slowly widened as she slowly and steadily pulled the tongs backwards.

Ever so slowly, as the gap grew, the exposed clitoral shaft thinned, indicating the flesh was merely being stretched rather than being pulled out of its body cavity. As Sylvia began to whine in terror, Carla paused in her backward pull as she pushed the hemostat in her left hand towards the dishwater blonde’s vulva. Then, suddenly, Dr. Cummings felt a subtle jerky sensation, accompanied by a gasp from Sylvia, and had to lesson her tugging to keep her hand from sliding backwards. As Carla watched closely, she could see that Jensen’s exposed clitoral shaft was thickening again. The pleasure node had been popped free of its cavity, or at least the cavity nearest the surface of her body at apex of the woman’s vulva. The tensile forces the body modification specialist was applying to Sylvia’s sex organ were slowly being transferred to the clitoral shaft itself beyond the clitoral glans.

Dr. Cummings increased her tugging for a handful of seconds, and then, remembering that this was to be a minimal clitoral excision completed as quickly as possible without the benefit of a final climax, stopped tugging and held the clitoral gripper where it was. The crazy, exasperating woman would not be left with fond memories of HER sexual neutering!

Holding the clitoral gripper in place, Carla finished pushing the open hemostat forward until the blunt-blade-like metal at the end of the tool surrounded the exposed clitoral shaft just outward from the rim of Sylvia’s clitoral hood. She squeezed the handles closed, forcing the scissor-like clamp to close firmly into Jensen’s clitoral shaft, causing the woman to moan with discomfort. As the flesh flattening badly, Dr. Cummings let the ridges, called ratchets, on the tool’s inward projecting tabs on the rear of each blade overlap. When the second of the four ratchets on each tab overlapped, Carla stopped squeezing, the ratchets locked against each other, and the hemostat was latched into position clamping the delicate organ.

“And now we’re ready for the coup de grace,” Dr. Cummings declared as she released the hemostat, allowing the small clamp to hang from the pinched clitoral shaft, but maintained her tension on the clitoral gripper. “You can let go of Sylvia’s clitoral hood now, Liz, and wait for me to ask for the pyro-tool,” Carla chirped as she plucked the surgical scissors off of Jensen’s belly. “It’s finally time for me to clip this loony bird!”

Sylvia let out a mad laugh before declaring, as she locked eyes with Alison Blaire, “I might be about to suffer pain, you superheroine slut, but, before the day is done, you’ll know I’ve finally gotten the best of you. This vessel may be about to be sexually ruined, but I’ll find another as soon as it suits me. You’re not a body hopper, slut! You’ll soon be neutered for the rest of your life!” Nobody, except ‘Sylvia Jensen’, noticed the astonishment that formed on Alison Blaire, the Dazzler’s, face as she suddenly recognized the cameo choker’s design and realized why the business manager had seemed so familiar to her. And even THAT person’s attention was soon drug from the mutant Lightingale as Dr. Cummings pushed the surgical scissors toward a vulnerable vulva. The middle-aged-woman on the restraint chair suddenly gulped as she felt a new sensation between her legs, and stared down at the hands hovering about her crotch as she tried to figure out what was happening.

“Look at the monitor, Sylvia,” the castratrix beside Sylvia suggested, seemingly trying to help.

“SHIT! This vessel is about to be fucked up!” the bony dishwater blonde gasped as she saw the open blades of the surgical scissors pressed against her sex organ with a razor-sharp blade on either side of the stem of her clitoral shaft—a shaft that was still being tugged outward from her vulva by the clitoral gripper surrounding her clitoral glans. The scissor blades were being readied to be closed! “All right! Do me! I might as well see what being declitted is like…just once, hopefully.”

“Just once is all anyone gets, except for a few handfuls of superheroines!” Carla replied with a chuckle as she slowly began squeezing the surgical scissors’ handles together. “And even those costumed vigilantes’ luck is going to give out sooner or later for any one of a million reasons. I promise any superheroine watching that THAT’S a given! A prophecy that is even sure to come true for the Scarlet Witch, my mentor and sometimes boss.”

“Then you’re my hero, Cummings!” the middle-aged-lady in the restraint chair proclaimed before demanding, as the pressure being exerted on the scissor blades seemed to pause. “Now get on with it if you’re going to do this vessel. I’m tired of feeling fear…wha…? ‘Sylvia Jensen’ held her breath as she felt a slight itch at the apex of her vulva as the pressure being exerted from the cutting blades surrounding ‘her’ sex life suddenly increased!

“OOOHHHAAAHHHRRGGHHH!” the dishwater blonde shrilled as she watched the scissors on the monitor snap closed with a soft click. “FUCK!” bellowed the middle-aged woman as Carla used the clitoral gripper’s pinchers to pull the end of the clitoris on the screen away from the vulva. The declitted woman moaned loudly as she watched the stretched clitoral shaft on the vulva side of the closed scissor blades slowly retract back towards the hemostat as the truncated fleshy rod thickened; this was occurring as the hemostat was being pulled against the outer margin of the clitoral hood on the monitor screen. Then the declitted woman pulled her eyes from the screen and watched the body modification technician used the tongs-like tool to drop the severed head of the clitoris into the small, open box resting on her belly. “SHIT! I really hate it when these vessels are damaged while I’m in them!”

Despite the strange reaction from the ‘client/patient’ on the operating stage, virtually all of the men and the two Novarian sect women had begun applauding and cheering as soon as the scissor blades had closed. The applause was still loud and constant as Carla dropped the surgical scissors and held her hand out towards Liz, and calmly announced, “I’ll take the pyro-tool now, Liz.”

“OWWWW! Owwww! Owie!” the middle-aged declitted woman secured in the restraint chair declared as her eyes watched Liz carefully pass the small pen-sized rod with a red hot quarter-inch diameter metal ball at its tip to the skimpily dressed castratrix. “And it looks like there’s more hurt coming! Okay, I’ve had enough for now. I’ll collect this vessel again later.”

“EEEEeeeeeeeeeeee! OHHHhhh! GOD! My privates hurt! What’s…happening? Where…where am I?” shrilled from Sylvia Jensen, suddenly no longer wearing the choker with the strange cameo on it, as she yanked on her restraints.

“You are in Genosha, Miss Jensen, and I’ve just circumcised you,” Carla replied with confusion on her face. “Don’t you remember? You’re bleeding a bit, so I was just about to cauterize your clitoral stump to staunch the bleeding, before I remove the hemostat and release you from the gynecological examination chair so you can watch your clients get THEIR vulvas trimmed.”

“Bleeding?” Sylvia asked, and then glanced up at the widescreen monitor and gasped in horror. “Oh my God! My clit! It’s gone! And I am bleeding. Don’t you think…you better tighten…that hemostat, errrr…doctor?”

“Perhaps I should,” Dr. Cummings replied as she shrugged her shoulders. There WAS a steady drip of blood coming from the woman’s clitoral stump. Holding the pyro-tool in her right hand, Carla deftly slid the ratchet tabs near the hemostat’s handle one more ratchet inward, squeezing the clamp blades even more tightly into the severed sex organ.

“There, that should do it, Miss Jensen,” Dr. Cummings declared as the drip of blood from the severed organ nearly halted completely. “Now I’m going to rub the incandescent tip of this device over your wound, sealing the clitoral dorsal and clitoral cavernorsal arteries via cauterization. I’m afraid that’s going to hurt, Sylvia. May I proceed with your treatment?”

“Well…it can’t…ooowww…hurt much more…ooowiee…than it hurts now…and the bleeding…has to stop! Get it…over with! Then…numb me!”

“EEEEEeeeeeeoooooowwww!” screeched Sylvia over the sizzling sound of frying meat as the woman in the sexy nurse’s outfit began rubbing the glowing-hot quarter-inch ball over the severed surface of her truncated clitoral shaft. The middle-aged woman sucked in a gasp of air and then screamed again as the smell of roasted flesh filled the air.

“Here, hold this again, Liz,” Carla commanded as she held the pyro-tool out toward the backing vocalist who was wearing astonishment and queasiness on her pallid face. “I may need it again, but I won’t know for sure until I remove the hemostat.”

As Liz nodded and took the pyro-tool, Dr. Cummings turned her attention back to the mysteriously acting Jensen while she reached for the hemostat with her right hand, as she explained, “I will provide you with a few shots of lidocaine to help with the pain shortly, Miss Jensen. However, you’ll have to wait until my other clients are ready for their injections as well. You can manage that, can’t you, Sylvia?”

As she waited for the reply, Carla released the hemostat and dropped it back on Sylvia’s belly, while proclaiming, “Ah that stopped the leaking. And my work is mostly done here. You’ve a nice emptied hood, Miss Jensen…well mostly emptied, but it does look most attractive!”

Meanwhile in the background, Nekoboh was heard instructing, “Zoom in with camera one to show the very top of Jensen’s vulva, Lieutenant. Let’s have a similar shot from camera three, but angled downward from above. Demonstrate that the hood has been at least partly emptied, Carla, baby!”

“I’ll have to manage the pain…if you’re not going to help right away…won’t I?” Sylvia spat, ignoring the voice in the background, as the body modification gently pressed down on her clitoral hood, trying to locate the end of the stump underneath it. “What happened to my clit? I remember considering making an appointment with the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’, but was leaning against it. Three thousand dollars is a lot to pay to get rid of such an insignificant amount of flesh.”

“Yes, well, something got you to change your mind, Miss Jensen,” Carla replied as she shrugged. “I’ll show you your severed clitoris momentarily. You know, if you can sign some forms I have for you, you can be part of the autograph party when the necklace featuring a crystal glass pendant cored with your clitoris goes on sale. There will be a real international icon at the party signing jewelry featuring HER severed clitoris as well. What do you think?”

“OH! I’d just love to be invited to participate!” Jensen declared with a grin on her face despite the agony radiating from the apex of her vulva. “Who’s this icon going to be, anyhow?”

“You’ll learn that a few handfuls of minutes from now, Miss Jensen” Dr. Cummings declared as she retrieved the pyro-tool from Liz and twisted the ‘on’ switch to ‘off’ and placed it on the tilted tray behind her to her left. “Let me get the rest of this equipment onto my instrument tray,” Carla added as she collected the hemostat and surgical scissors, and placed them on the tilted tray as well. Then, she picked up the small, open box resting on Sylvia’s belly and pushed it before the middle-aged woman’s face while camera three’s multi-arms and gimbals repositioned the camera so that it could focus downward to show Jensen’s expression and the severed sex life at the same time from above.

“There it is, Sylvia!” Carla declared jovially, and then giggled as the business manager’s face filled with amazement and pride while Liz’s face filled with interest and introspection. “About three-eighths of an inch of tumid clitoris! Very appealing in appearance isn’t it? The box is generating a stasis field that prevents the blood from draining out of the severed end, as well as any other kind of physical degradation to the severed organ. A woman can be proud that something she grew can be so beautiful, and preserved forever in a crystal necklace pendent. Can’t she, Sylvia?”

“Yes, well I sure am!” Sylvia Jensen proclaimed with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “Getting myself clipped was the best decision I ever made…if I could only remember making it!”

“Now that’s a mystery I’m sure we’re about to explain to our pay-per-view viewers right now,” Dr. Carla Cummings declared with an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “My first client for the evening, Sylvia Jensen, has been successfully treated and is ready to take on the world around her with a lot more focus and confidence. She’s a new woman! And happy despite the fact that she received the cruelest cut a body modification technician can give a girl; a quick uninteresting declitting without the benefit of a final climax. You, or someone you care about, could be a new woman too! Is a clitoridectomy right for you…or for someone you know? Well my next client, Liz, who’ve you’ve already met, is about to find out if female circumcision is right for her! We’ll see her, already secured in the restraint chair, a few short minutes from now.”

Chapter 7. Backing Singer Front and Center

“CUT!” Roman Nekoboh called out from his chair beside the camera, lighting, and sound controls. “Go ahead and switch out Sylvia for Liz, Carla, baby. We’ll obviously have another intermission for the pay-per-view docudrama we’re filming, preceded by Sylvia’s post-sexual-neutering thoughts. Obviously, we’re going to have to explain the extremes in personalities we all just witnessed. The Sylvia Jensen that began that segment seemed quite different from the Sylvia Jensen that ended it. At one point she was taunting you as if she was your arch enemy, Alison, baby. Do you have any reason why?”

“Yes, Roman,” Alison Blaire replied tersely. “The…‘woman’…who brought us to Genosha and set us all up for what’s about to happen to the female members of the Saylor Twift world tour wasn’t Sylvia Jensen. She’s an enemy I’ve battled several times before as the superheroine Dazzler, called Malice. Malice is an incorporeal entity that doesn’t have a body of her own, and must possess the body of a human to exist in the physical realm. That cameo she wouldn’t part with stores her psychic energy; I should have recognized it and known we were in danger. She evidently orchestrated all of this to get vengeance on me for her past defeats, and to use Saylor’s fame to get rich from the bounty Genosha is paying for her clitoris. Given the obvious proof that the girls of the Saylor Twift world tour are innocent of wrong doing, can’t you release us…or at least the other girls…now, Colonel Sekmet and Undersecretary Sabbah?”

“The laws were broken and intent is generally considered irrelevant in cases such as this,” Walid Sabbah replied tersely. “Additionally, regardless of whether you were tricked into coming to my country, you did not avail yourselves of the local circumcision services when you had the chance to do so. You girls have been sentenced…and the sentences will be carried out.”

“And you’re a mutant, Miss Blaire, who’s been conscripted into Genosha’s Magistrate mutant corps,” Colonel Sekmet added as he shrugged his shoulders. “There are no mechanisms for discharging conscripted mutants…save death. Although your duties, as negotiated by Mr. Nekoboh, are primarily geared to contributing to Genosha’s financial resources, you have military duties when I say they are needed. They are needed now! I want to know where this Malice entity is, and how to capture it.”

“Malice is a body hopper, Colonel Sekmet!” Alison spat back, the disappointment she was feeling obvious on her face. “She could be in anyone, of either gender, and we wouldn’t know it, save for that host’s sudden irregular behavior and the manifestation of the cameo. And the cameo doesn’t necessarily need to be part of a choker as it usually is. It could be on some different clothing article, say a strap or belt, and could be hidden under other clothing. So Malice could be anywhere, but I bet she’s close so that she can watch the rest of us suffer. I don’t think Malice can be captured, although she can be dispersed if the cameo is destroyed. It takes her days…possibly weeks…to reconstitute the psychic energy repository.”

“How much danger does this Malice entity present to my command, Miss Blaire?” Colonel Sekmet asked tersely.

“Very little, I should think, at this point, Colonel,” Dazzler replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “If she’d wanted anyone dead she would have possessed me before I became aware of her presence and used my mutant hard light and laser projections against you…which would, no doubt, have resulted in your men killing me in self defense. Now that I’m aware of her presence, she can’t get past my mental shields. She could use one of your soldier’s guns against us, though, but I don’t think she will. As I said, Malice has gotten what she wants. She’ll get a share of the price Genosha gets from the sale of the necklace pendant cored with Saylor’s clitoris…once it’s….harvested; no doubt her money is to be deposited in some Swiss bank account number she gave to Mr. Delany. Probably more importantly to her, Malice will get the chance to watch me being degraded and defeminized as my sex life is stolen from me, knowing that as a Genoshan slave the degradation will continue after my sexual neutering as my freedom is stolen and I’m forced milked, whored, and made to birth babies between concert tours. You can bet she’s hanging around watching, but won’t cause further trouble for you.”

“Very well!” Colonel Sekmet replied before barking. “You men watch for anyone wearing a cameo on any clothing accessory, and for any obvious irregular behavior by anyone present. If the cameo is identified, destroy it! Get on with making your docudrama, Mr. Nekoboh. My men look forward to the sexual release you’ve promised they will get to enjoy once Dr. Cummings has brought the women into conformity with Genosha’s female circumcision laws.”

“You got it, Colonel,” Roman Nekoboh chuckled back. “Carla’s already gotten her tools and surgical equipment sterilized, had the stasis box with Miss Jensen’s clitoris in it transferred to the storage vault, and she’s in the process of freeing Miss Jensen from the gyno-chair’s restraints now.”

Indeed, Carla was using an L-shaped Allen wrench, plucked from one of her micro-skirt’s inner pockets, to open Sylvia’s restraining cuffs. As she opened one cuff after another, leaving the cuffs hanging from the U-bolts at the end of the restraint table’s arms, Liz stood behind the teary eyed business manager and held her shoulders to prevent her from falling off the chair’s hip pad. After Dr. Cummings pushed the Allen wrench back into her skirt pocket, she knelt and tapped a button on the joint between the upper and lower stand bones, and the table tilted fifteen degrees backward, lowering Sylvia’s head and raising her widespread feet as the table became horizontal to the floor.

“Help her sit up on the pad, Liz,” Carla instructed as she returned to stand on the door side of the restraint table. “I think you girls better take care of your paperwork now…admittedly after the fact for Sylvia…but we all did hear her say she wanted an invitation to the autograph party that will be held in New York City in a few days. I think you and Caitlin had best stop being stubborn and sign too, Liz. That final climax is going to be the difference between a difficult time that becomes a pleasant memory and a horrific experience that remains a nightmare for the rest of your lives.”

Dr. Cummings bent and retrieved the clipboard with the girls’ paperwork from its pouch under the restraint table, and sorted the paperwork to get Jensen’s three forms to the top of the stack. After producing a pen from one of her sexy nurse’s costume pockets, the diminutive body modification technician held the clipboard out towards Sylvia. “Miss Jensen, as, from what I understand, you were possessed by some entity and not of sound mind when you entered my treatment station,” Doctor Cummings acknowledged in her most professional tone, “it’s probably a good thing that you didn’t sign these forms ahead of time. I can’t undo what has been done to you, and, frankly, Genosha would have had me circumcise you regardless, so refusing to sign the forms won’t change anything. Signing the forms, however, gets you invited to that New York City ceremony where you will be given a chance to autograph the necklace pendant cored with your severed clitoris.”

“Doctor, you act like you’re worried that I’m going to sue you for malpractice,” Sylvia declared with a chuckle and then groaned as the agony coming from her loans intensified for a brief moment. “I was considering paying three thousand bucks to get this treatment, remember? And I seem to have gotten my needs taken care of for free. I went over the forms when I was perusing the ‘Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic’ website. You just want the top two forms signed, right? Or are you about to debreast me and I need to sign the third form?”

“I have no plans to debreast you, at least at the moment, Miss Jensen,” Carla replied with a giggle, “but most of the girls were given a debreasting penalty and then the penalty was waived contingent upon good behavior. If you wouldn’t mind signing the third form, just to be consistent and to keep the other girls from arguing about signing theirs, please do so. By signing the form, I’m sure you could get the Wicked Wanda Body Modification Clinic to debreast you for free, if you ever got the urge. After all, signing the form gives Wanda’s parent company, Van Dyne Enterprises, which is also SCS’s parent company, ownership of your breasts.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Sylvia replied and then winced again in pain. She quickly signed all three forms as she continued with, “I do hope you get through these other girls quickly, Doctor. My pussy hurts pretty badly.”

“I’ll do my best, Miss Jensen,” Doctor Cummings replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “However, I’m sure you’ll have to manage as best you can for at least another twenty minutes. Stay nude so that you are ready for me to give you the lidocaine treatments when I’m done with my work on the other girls. Be prepared to have your newly improved vulva inspected by curious soldiers as you wait. Caitlin, come forward! Liz, help Miss Jensen to the edge of the stage and allow Caitlin to escort Sylvia to her chair. Then return to me, Liz. Caitlin, once you’ve helped Miss Jensen to her seat quickly come up onto the stage to help me with Liz’s treatment. Move with all due haste, girls! I’m sure you all want to get back to your private jet so that you can move on to your next concert venue.”

A few handfuls of seconds later, Liz was perched on the restraint table’s hip pad holding the clipboard with her three consent forms at the front. As Caitlin joined Carla and Liz, the brunette backing vocalist was whining, “But I don’t want to sign any of the forms. And I’m certainly not going to sign the third form giving some corporation ownership of my breasts.”

Carla shrugged her shoulders and smirked at the brunette’s slightly drooping B-cups with thick turreted nipples centered in smallish pinkish-brown areolas, before replying, “Foolish girl! Genosha has already sentenced you to be debreasted. They’ve merely waived the debreasting penalty contingent upon good behavior. The same goes for you, Caitlin,” Doctor Cummings added as she nodded to the fiddler/backing vocalist’s swooping C-cups sporting turgid nipples tipping silver-dollar-sized brownish-pink areolas. “The Genoshan government decides what is good behavior…or what isn’t…and they can have you extradited back to Genosha at any time to have the debreasting sentence carried out. Saylor might have been able to fight extradition successfully, but the U.S. depends too much on trade with Genosha to raise a stink over either of you two girls. The Van Dyne Enterprises contract being signed adds little additional jeopardy to your moneymakers, girls, but makes me look good to my bosses.”

“Why should we help YOU brownnose with YOUR bosses, Doctor Cummings?” Caitlin asked with an icy tone in her voice. “It’s our beauty that’s at risk here, and breast stumps definitely aren’t attractive in my book. The increased risk may not be that high, but I’m pretty sure it outweighs the reward for taking it.”

“You’ll sign the third form to keep me happy, Caitlin,” Carla replied with a shrug. “And you want to keep me happy because I’m the one who can make your clitoridectomy more painful than it needs to be, and I’m the one who decides how intense your final climax will be…assuming you sign the first two forms. You want a very intense final climax because the nervous system that carries the message of pain to the brain when you’re being declitted also carries the sensation of pleasure to the brain when you’re sexually climaxing. My sometimes boss and mentor, the Scarlet Witch, has long claimed that being brought to climax just before being debreasted or declitted causes the two opposite sensations to mix to form another highly erotic sensation when the message reaches the brain. She says the two dichotomous messages getting mixed up is probably one of our mind’s defensive systems. Trust me when I say I think Wanda Maximoff is right about this, and if you want a fond memory of your one go at being declitted, you’ll ask for the final climax. Well?”

“My gripe about signing the forms had to do with not wanting my father to find out that I’d been declitted, Liz,” Caitlin declared with a look of despondent defeat on her face. “By signing the second permission form, Van Dyne Industries gets to put a necklace pendant cored with my clitoris on the market on the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ lingerie, clothing accessories, and sex toys webpage. Those pendants are put up for sale with the clitoris donor’s name disclosed to website visitors and engraved into the back of the pendant, and my father is always looking through that website hoping to find a special gift for my mom. So I wasn’t going to sign.”

“But now it’s obvious that dad’s sure to hear about my circumcision from one of his friends once this docudrama these guys are making tonight gets offered for pay-per-view on the streaming services” Caitlin grumbled with a dour look in her face. “The pay-per-view will probably be advertised on the clitoris-cored necklace page on the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ lingerie, clothing accessories, and sex toys webpage, too. So my dad, learning of the pay-per-view, may even watch me getting my pleasure node clipped out of my vulva!”

“Damn it, Liz, we’ve already been sentenced to be circumcised!” Caitlin concluded with exasperated defeat in her voice. “There’s nothing we can do to stop it, so I’m going to sign my forms. I think you should too. The final climax being offered clenches the deal for me. I’m pretty horny from watching that bony old…. I mean, from watching Sylvia getting her vulva trimmed. Just think about what it’s going to be like when porno nurse begins fiddling with your privates!”

“Jeese, Caitlin, I’m scared to death of what they’re about to do to me!” Liz exclaimed as she shivered on her perch on the restraint table and frowned at the consent forms. “Oh, to heck with it! I probably won’t care what they do with my breasts once I’ve been neutered. I’ll sign!” Carla Cummings grinned as she watched Liz sign her consent forms, and then, after she rearranged the paperwork, watched Caitlin sign hers.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” the body modification technician declared with the satisfaction she was feeling obvious on her face as she stepped between the three-boned spread arm support/restraints behind the hip pad Liz rested on and simultaneously held down buttons on each of the control pads to shorten the outermost bone in the arm-restraint assembly back to default position. “Come stand here between the arm restraint assemblies and get ready to help Liz lean back, Caitlin,” Dr. Cummings instructed softly. Then the body modification technician walked around to stand between the three-boned spread leg support/restraints and held down a pair of upward pointed buttons on the leg restraint control pads, and the most foot-ward bones bent upward, back to default position.

“Now, slide forward until the just the small of your back will be on the hip pad when you lean back, Liz,” Carla urged in a calm professional tone. “Good! Now, stick your arms upward and outward at a forty-five degree angle, and lean back. Don’t worry! Caitlin will keep you from falling between the arm restrainers. Perfect!” the body modification technician proclaimed. Then as the redheaded fiddler/backing vocalist held her friend and band mate in place, Carla walked around the restraint chair and forced Liz’s ankles and wrists into the open cuffs, one limb at a time, locking the cuffs closed with her Allen wrench as she did so. Soon, the lovely brunette’s knees were bent downward knees and her legs well spread, the outermost bones in the arm-restraint assemblies were lengthened until Liz groaned in discomfort as her body was stretched taught on the restraint chair. Finally, the chair itself was tilted about fifteen degrees towards the front of the room.

Her patient properly racked in spread-eagle position and secured so that she could not fall through the restraint chair’s limbs, Dr. Cummings, instructed, “Liz, come to the back corner of the treatment platform. I need your help with the device we’re going to use to ready Liz’s clitoris for excision. Pay attention, as I’ll be using the same device on you after we’re done processing Liz.” As Carla and Caitlin reached the back corner of the room farthest from the entrance to the multi-purpose auditorium, the diminutive girl in the sexy nurse’s costume hit a wall switch and a trap door in the corner of the platform opened and a complex assembly of metal, electrical wiring, and tubing rose out of a compartment under the floor on a lifter pad just smaller than the trap door. “I want you to stand here in the corner next to this device until we begin recording video and audio again, Caitlin. After I introduce you, I’ll expect you to follow directions.”

Dr. Cummings walked back to her instrument tray and began collecting an assortment of equipment from the tray drawer and tilted tray top, including: a small, silver metal, J-shaped pry bar, forked at the end of the curve; a small pair of surgical scissors; a small metal cylindrical vibrator, and a little green elastic compression band that was an eight millimeter diameter donut-shaped ring with a two or three millimeter diameter hole in its center. Carla placed these items on a shivering Liz’s belly, before turning back to the tray table and adjusting the position of a small, pliers-like balloon expander so that she could easily pluck it from the rest of the instruments. Then, she pulled a small computer tablet from the tray drawer and turned it on, before pulling a small thumb-drive-looking device from the side of the tablet; the tablet was placed atop the instrument tray, and the thumb-drive device was added to the equipment on Liz’s belly. Lastly, Carla pulled another very small stasis box from the bin under the tightly secured brunette backing singer, labeled it with Liz’s full name using the fine-pointed Sharpie marking pen from one of her micro-skirt’s inner pockets, and opened the box before setting it on Liz’s belly next to the surgical tools.

“I’m almost ready, Roman,” Carla announced as she walked over to the corner of the treatment platform at the front of the room across from Caitlin and retrieved another piece of equipment from another floor-well. Dr. Cummings carried the small box like device with an electrical cord hanging from it and placed it on the floor under the restraint table, before plugging the cord’s plug into a floor outlet. Carla grinned with anticipation as she declared, “We’re ready to process girl number two, gentlemen.”

“Right!” Roman Nekoboh replied before turning to the black-clad Novarian sect agent beside him. “Refocus camera one to get a wider shot of Liz’s vulva, Lieutenant. Focus camera three on Dr. Cummings at the beginning of this segement, and then switch to Caitlin just as she’s being introduced. Follow what Caitlin’s doing for about thirty seconds, and then switch back to the good doctor and the spiel she’s giving. Stand by for instructions as the real fun starts after that. Okay! Quite on the set! One, two, three, ACTION!”

“Welcome back, viewers!” Carla declared effusively as she smiled into camera three. “Sylvia Jensen has been released from my treatment chair, and replaced by my second female circumcision client of the evening, Liz, who you’ve already met. Smile for the cameras, Liz. Some of you viewers may have noticed that Liz’s smile is a bit forced. I’ve just stretched her out rather tautly on the restraint chair for her own protection, and she’s feeling quite ‘racked’ at the moment…and she’s also probably a bit nervous about the clitoridectomy I’m about to perform on her. Remember, viewers, a clitoridectomy is the medical term for the excision of the clitoris, an organ at the apex of the vulva which is believed to have only one function…facilitating female sexual orgasms. We’ve already gone over some of the many reasons why a woman would want to undergo a clitoridectomy. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to hear Liz’s reasoning at the end of this segment of this docudrama.”

“Yes, viewers, Liz does have a last name, which you’ll learn shortly,” Dr. Cummings continued with a smile. “If you’ll remember from the beginning of last segment when Liz was introduced, we’re sticking with first names only for Liz and the patient following Liz to keep this docudrama’s star client’s identity a secret until it’s time to introduce HER. You are going to be thrilled and flabbergasted when you find out which international icon is having herself circumcised for your viewing pleasure. We introduced Liz when we brought her up to help me with Sylvia Jensen’s treatment. Well, you’re about to meet our third client for the evening as she’s drafted into helping me extirpate Liz’s clitoris. Let’s just move over to the corner of the treatment platform.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this young lady is Caitlin,” a repositioned Carla proclaimed as she nodded at the slim redheaded fiddler/backing vocalist in her late twenties sporting C-cups tipped with turgid nipples. Like Liz, Caitlin was completely nude, and her present state of sexual arousal was obvious from the swollen pleasure node that poked out beneath her elongate clitoral hood beneath the neatly trimmed heart-shaped patch of red hair covering her pubic mound. “Caitlin is a fiddler and backing singer for a very famous singer/songwriter, and, as I said, will be helping me meet her band mate, Liz’s, female circumcision needs. Liz and I can count on you giving us all the help we ask for can’t we, Caitlin?”

“Yes, Doctor,” Caitlin replied and then giggled. “I love Liz like she was my little sister, and I certainly want to make sure she gets through this as well as possible. If I can help her leave here with fond memories of tonight, I will. That may be tough! I know she’s even more skittish about this than I am, and I’m nearly frightened out of my wits. I know from Sylvia’s clitoridectomy that getting myself cut is going to hurt….”

“But, unlike Miss Jensen,” the diminutive body modification technician interjected to end Caitlin’s prattling, “you and Liz will be given a final climax as your clitoris is excised after being stretched out of your clitoral cavity. We’ll also be taking a great deal more of your sex organs in the process. This should lead to the manufacture of very lovely clitoris-cored necklace pendants, which you’ll be autographing a few days from now. A few days from now for those of us on the treatment platform being filmed, but in the recent past for our viewers! I’ll remind our viewing audience that these clitoris-core necklace pendants are available for purchase right now, at the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ lingerie, clothing accessories, and sex toys webpage, part of the Van Dyne Enterprises website. Google it now…or better yet after this broadcast!”

“Now, let’s get to our purpose for being in this corner of the treatment platform, folks,” Carla declared with a grin on her face. “For Liz’s clitoridectomy, we’re going to use some state of the art equipment, and apply some techniques that I’ve used quite often during superheroine slave auctions. I see the camera’s being positioned to give you the viewers a good look at that high-tech equipment now.”

“For Liz’s…and, later, Caitlin’s…clitoral extraction, I’m using this machine, a Stark/Richards pneumatic vacuum extractor,” Carla declared as she waved with a flourish at the flat-bottomed cylinder near the back of the lifter pad with an attached length of flexible tubing coiled on the pad before it. 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 three-eighths-inch-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.

“As we’ve discussed, 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,” Dr. Cummings continued effusively, “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. Then the compression ring can be pried outward, say with a pry bar specially designed for that purpose, and an excision tool, like the surgical scissors I used earlier on Miss Jensen, can be wedged under the compression ring to clip the clitoris out of the client’s vulva. Mission accomplished…or it will be when I’m done working on Liz…and then Caitlin.”

“Caitlin, I’ll return to my position to the right of Liz and show the viewers the final piece of equipment I’m going to employ during Liz’s clitoridectomy…and I expect yours as well,” Dr. Cummings explained before chuckling at the sour look that suddenly filled Caitlin’s face. “Meanwhile, could you unroll the extraction tubing for me? Unroll it completely, which could take you to just short of the edge of her treatment platform, and then come back to hold the cylindrical control module over Liz’s vulva in your left hand from above Liz’s leg, with the attached tubing being drug backwards under Liz’s left leg. Got that?”

“Yes, Doctor,” Caitlin replied with mixture of resignation and curiosity on her face.

“Good,” Carla replied laconically as she bent, attached the end of the thicker black tubing to the connector valve at the top of the vacuum pump cylinder, plugged the electrical wire that ran along the outside of the thicker black tubing into a socket next to the connector valve, and flicked the power on/off and suction on/off switches atop the cylindrical vacuum pump to on. Then she quickly walked over to her station to the right of Liz. The sexy body modification technician in the skimpy nurse’s costume waited as camera three followed Caitlin’s unrolling of the extraction tubing. When the redhead finally held the control module and the open end of the extraction tubing above the tightly spread-eagled brunette’s pelvis, and camera three was again pointed at her, Dr.Cummings pointed downward at the small box-like device she had plugged in under the restraint chair.

Carla explained with a smirk on her face, “This, viewers, is the last piece of equipment facilitating our next two treatment sessions.” Camera three zoomed in until the screen was filled with a small rectangular box with four size-D batteries along the bottom. Obviously, the device had a small battery pack to provide backup to the current from the electrical outlet. There was a very small diameter tube sticking out of a circular port at the top of the box.

Dr. Cummings grinned as she knelt down and pressed downward on the top end of the very thin tube, accompanied by a clicking sound, before explaining matter-of-factly, “The box is the power supply for the cauterizing tube I just started running electricity through. As we saw after I treated Miss Jensen, once we’ve stretched a clitoris out of its cavity and clipped it off, there will always be some amount of minor bleeding from the clitoral stump left within the cavity. Cauterizing ends that bleeding and also helps prevent the wound from getting 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. That’s a good thing given our primary purpose here is to put an end to clitoral climaxes.”

As Carla stood, the micro-skirted body modification technician chirped, “I see you’ve got the tip of the vacuum extractor tube hovering over the clitoris that’s about to be fed into it, Caitlin. Why don’t you push the open end of the extractor tube toward me across Liz’s body so that I can get it ready for use? Then I’ll explain a few things to Liz and our audience while the camera takes a close-up of the extraction tube tip, the cylindrical control module behind it with its twist-knob manual rheostat pressure controller, and the black air-pressure tube with attached power cord you saw me attach to the top of the vacuum pump behind that. Naturally, I’m sure you’ll be more than a little interested as well!”

“Yes, I certainly will, Doctor Cummings,” Caitlin replied with a frown on her face as she glanced at Liz to see the dread and trepidation on the backing singer’s face. “But I’m not sure any of us girls are interested in a positive way!”

“Nonsense!” Carla spat back and then grinned as the redhead pushed the front of the vacuum extractor tubing in front of her while Liz’s widened eyes followed the open end. “You girls should be eagerly memorizing every nuance of this experience! There are a lot of things in life that you can do for the first time only once. But there are not too many things that you can only do once, PERIOD. Neither of you girls will be getting a second go at getting yourselves declitted!”

“But, Doctor,” Liz whined softly as her face reddened and she became teary eyed, “we don’t want to get declitted…ever. I like sex a lot, and Caitlin likes cumming even more than I do. No matter how much you might be hoping that we can pretend we want to be circumcised, we just aren’t going to be able to manage it. We’re singers not actresses!”

“Hey!” Dr. Cummings spat back. “I never said I want you girls to act like you’re thrilled to be getting your clitorises clipped out of your vulvas. If you’ll remember from when I introduced myself at the beginning of the filming of this docudrama, I made it clear that my niche in life is doing involuntary body modifications. I’m also quite sure that most viewers prefer watching reluctant circumcisions, and our viewers for this docudrama have paid good money to watch what we’re now filming. You two are giving them exactly what they were hoping for when they subscribed to watch our pay-per-view. That doesn’t change the fact that you can only do this once, so you should be soaking in the experience if not savoring it. Does it, Liz?”

No, Doctor,” Liz replied back as tears flowed down the side of her face. “You’re right, I guess. I’ll try to make the best of it.”

“I know you will, Liz,” Carla chirped back. “And once Caitlin sees how much fun YOU have, she might even be almost eager for me to clip HER.”

“In your drea…,” Caitlin began.

“Hush, girl!” the sexy castratrix interjected while chuckling softly. “We’ve work to do! You’re making our secret star patient wait longer than she needs to for her turn on the treatment table while you prattle.”

“Now, let me show you and our viewers the business end of this high-tech female circumcision tool,” Doctor Cummings continued as the redheaded fiddler/backing vocalist blushed beet red while Liz grew pallid. “As you can see, there are measurements marked on the initial six-inches of the three-eighths-inch-inner-diameter soft sticky transparent plastic tubing. You can also see that the tubing is strong enough, despite being less than two millimeters thick, to keep the tiny but widely stretched green latex elastic band at its very tip from collapsing it. This extractor tube tip is well-suited for dealing with most girls’ very malleable clitorises, don’t you think? And we have larger diameter extraction tube tips that we can substitute for this one if we need to deal with clients with larger clitorises.”

“Why does the end of the extraction tubing have measurements marked on it, you might ask?” Carla chirped cheerfully. “To measure extraction progress, naturally! My goal with Liz is to have her provide me with more than twice as much clitoris than I managed to extract from Miss Jensen using low-tech methods. Therefore, I mean to suck at least three inches of stretched clitoris into the extraction tubing, before I start prying, and then do my clipping.”

“What is that green torus at the end of the extractor tube tip, you might ask?” Dr. Cummings asked as she grinned. “That’s a thick, sticky, latex elastic band with a center that’s only a couple of millimeters in diameter—a very tiny version of the elastrator rings used by castratrix’s to band male sex organs—that I’m going to use to keep the clitoral shaft that the vacuum extractor pulls from Liz’s clitoral cavity from retreating back into its cavity when I turn the suction off. Watch!”

Carla grinned as she used her thumbnail to force the green band off the end of the extractor tube tip and the little green ring shot forward into the air as it snapped closed. “That’s pretty cool, right? Once I’ve got one of those babies around the stem of a girl’s sex life, I can pry even more of her clitoral shaft into the open air, creating a gap under the compression band for my surgical scissors to fit into. Fun right? Because then I get to put an end to the girl’s bedroom fun once and for all with a quick snip.”

“For those of you that might be wondering, the preceding demonstration wasn’t JUST to make Liz and Caitlin more antsy. That band had been on the extraction tube tip since the last time I used the tool, and may have lost some of its compression, so I thought best to replace it with a fresh band,” the diminutive castratrix explained as she picked up the pliers-like ‘balloon expander’ device she had placed atop the tilted instrument tray top earlier. “It wouldn’t do to let any clitoral tissue we’ve worked so hard to stretch out of Liz escape back into her clitoral cavity, would it?” Doctor Cummings chuckled softly as she plucked the replacement compression band from Liz’s belly and pushed the tiny green donut-like ring over the four prongs at the end of the pliers, squeezed the handles forcing the prongs open until the ring formed a small open square, and slid the new band over the end of the transparent tubing. A snapping sound announced that Carla had pushed the new band off the prongs and onto the extractor tube tip.

“Now, those of you who were paying attention probably noticed that I turned on the power to the vacuum extractor and activated the air compressor when I was in the corner of the treatment platform with Caitlin,” Doctor Cummings continued with a shrug of her shoulders. “About now you’re wondering why you can’t hear the machine working. The high-tech air compressor is silent when the rheostat pressure controller at the back of extraction tubing is twisted closed, as it is now. This is because no suction is being transmitted through the tubing to make the built in impeder valve designed to simulate a declitting tube do its thing.”

“Normally,” a smirking Carla chirped at Liz as she pointed to the twistable knob at the side of the control module, “the body modification specialist would, once she, or he, is holding the tip of extractor tube over the targeted clitoris’s glans, use this rheostat pressure controller to control suction pressure. Note that the rotating control knob has preset intensity levels marked in green, yellow, orange, and red on it.”

“I said the knob would NORMALLY be employed to control suction pressure,” Carla clarified with a mischievous smile on her face, “because we’re not going to use the control knob on the control module to control air pressure today. I’m going to use this receiver,” Dr. Cummings explained as she picked up the small thumb-drive-looking device from Liz’s belly, “to transfer control of the air suction from the pneumatic vacuum extractor’s control module to my computer tablet.” Carla grinned as she plugged the thumb-drive-like device into a USB port at the crest of the control module.

Dr. Cummings then picked up the small computer tablet from the top of the instrument tray and turned it on. Carla sorted through several computer screen menus before proclaiming, “Great! It’s working. You can pull the extractor tube and control module back again Caitlin and hold it above Liz in any way you’re comfortable with. I think we’re ready to begin Liz’s circumcision now. How are you feeling, Liz?”

“Scared out of my mind, Doctor!” the spread-eagled brunette backing singer spat back as she watched Carla set the computer tablet on her belly, next to the other tools that would soon be used to alter her vulva. “Please let me loose and let us go home. You guys know that some creature possessed Sylvia and tricked us into breaking this country’s laws. We didn’t mean any harm.”

“Well, the time for arguing is past, you know,” Carla replied matter-of-factly as she reached forward with her left hand and used her thumb and middle finger to spread the brunette backing singer’s labia open. “What I meant was, are you feeling up to being clipped in the middle of a nice big final climax, Liz?”

“NO!”

“I think you are!” Dr. Cummings declared as she reached forward with her right hand and, while she held the apex of the labium open with her left hand, gently circled the tip of her index finger around the edge of the B-cupped brunette’s tumid clitoris, easily visible as it protruded from below her clitoral hood. In the background, Nekoboh could be heard asking for camera one to focus on the upper half of the tightly bound backing singer’s vulva while camera three got a tight shot of the girl’s clitoris from above.

“OOHHhhhnnnn! NO! Don’t…touch me! I don’t want to get circumcised!”

“Your mind tells you that, but judging from how swollen your clitoris is, I think you know this is the best thing for you, Liz,” Carla replied as she continued to hold the top of the skittish backing vocalist’s vulva open and while teasing the clitoris with her finger. “What is YOUR pleasure node telling YOU, Caitlin? Are you secretly hoping that I’ll quickly get Liz’s vulva properly trimmed so that you can take her place on the restraint table? Are you already daydreaming about your own circumcision, Caitlin? You see what I’m doing with my hand to Liz’s sex. Do the same with your own vulva. Holding the vacuum extractor with your elbow, spread your lips, and diddle yourself with whichever hand you favor. NOW!”

“Nnnoo…. Never mind, damn it!” the redheaded fiddler complained bitterly as she dropped her right hand to her sex while she clamped the vacuum extractor control module against her side with her upper arm. “You’re having too much fun at our expense, Doc. But seeing as I want to keep my breasts, I’ll do as you say.” Caitlin blushed beet red as camera three’s multi-arms and gimbals went into action to spin and lower the camera to focus on her vulva as she held it open with the fingers of her left hand, exposing the blood engorged clitoris at its apex; nearly three quarters of the swollen glans was visible protruding from her elongate clitoral hood as she began rubbing the pad of her right middle finger over it in a side to side motion. “Wouldn’t it serve you right if one of us cums?”

“It wouldn’t be ideal,” Dr. Cummings admitted as she watched the C-cup sporting nude redhead seemingly eagerly strum her finger over her clitoris. “But I’m betting both of you girls are multi-orgasmic. That said, you can stop diddling yourself and take over getting Liz ready for the most intense climax of her life. You can resume holding the end of the vacuum extractor with your hands while you bend over and begin using your tongue on Liz’s clit while I continue to hold her sex open. Do it NOW, Caitlin!”

“Sorry, Liz!” Caitlin declared softly before grumbling bitterly as she lifted the vacuum extractor out of the crook of her left elbow by gripping the control module with her right hand. “I know I’m risking your hating me for the part porno nurse has decided to make me play in your circumcision. I just hope you come to understand that she holds all the cards.”

“We’re good, Caitlin,” Liz replied in a cracking voice that was just barely audible as she watched her redheaded band mate lean forward and lower her head towards her crotch. “I’m done trying to talk my way out of this,” Liz added as camera three was repositioned to get the best shot possible of her privates under Caitlin’s lower face. “Now I just want to get it over with. If you can help it be less…horrific…I’ll thank you, not hate you, for…. OOHHhhh! That’s nice!”

“I’m sure it is, Liz,” Dr. Cummings chirped jovially as she watched the redheaded fiddler/backing singer swirl her tongue around the brunette backing singer’s swollen clitoral glans. Meanwhile, Carla continued to hold the Liz’s sex open with her left hand while she began tapping on the computer tablet that rested on the brunette’s shivering belly. The diminutive blonde castratrix giggled before adding, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t even close to the first time Caitlin has put tongue to clit.”

“OOHHHhh! I don’t doubt for a second that you’re right, Doc! Ohhhh, GOD! Keep doing me, Caitlin! I’m going to cum any…!”

“THAT’S ENOUGH, CAITLIN!” Carla proclaimed sternly. As the redhead lifted her head and twisted around to grin at her, the sexily clad body modification technician explained, “It’s time to get Liz’s fun started. Hold the control module, which makes up most of the mass of the vacuum extractor’s business end, with your left hand and control the tip of the extraction tubing with your right hand. Hold the open end of the tube tip just barely outward from Liz’s clitoris while I do my thing with the tablet.”

Dr. Cummings tapped on the touch screen of the tablet, while Caitlin slid the open end of the vacuum extractor’s transparent tubing forward towards Liz’s engorged clitoris, and a soft hissing sound could be heard. As the redhead continued to slowly slide the open tip of extraction tubing forward until it was less than a half inch away from Liz’s swollen clitoral glans, the tightly bound brunette backing singer moaned softly before declaring, “OH, GOD! I can feel air blowing over my sex! STOP! Please STOP! This isn’t right! You shouldn’t be doing this to me, Dr. Cummings! We didn’t know! It’s not our fault!”

“You need to calm down and try to enjoy your body modification experience, Liz,” Carla replied calmly as she continued to hold Liz’s sex open while Caitlin held the tip of the extraction tubing where it was, now less than a quarter of an inch from her band mate’s sexual center. “While you may not have known you were coming to Genosha, you did know where you were and what the laws were when you exited the airport. You could have re-boarded your plane and left this island nation. Therefore, what you are about to have done to you is right and lawful. Additionally, you’re making a mountain over a molehill. A few months from now, the fact that you’re a circumcised woman will almost never cross your mind. It will be just a part of who you are!”

“That’s not true! I’ll never get used to being a sexually neutered girl!” Liz spat back as she glanced from Caitlin’s hands hovering between her widespread legs, to the wide-screen monitor hanging from the ceiling above and before her that showed a very tumid clitoris—her own clitoris—protruding from its hood towards the open end of some transparent tubing, and finally to the computer tablet on her belly just as Dr. Cummings tapped on it. As the soft hissing sound suddenly ceased, Liz gasped, “The blowing air over my sex just stopped! Thank God you finally listened to reason. You’re finally going to let us leave right. You finally know we weren’t responsible for getting everyone upset with us!”

“Nonsense, Liz,” Carla exclaimed and then shrugged her shoulders. “The airflow didn’t stop because someone suddenly decided you no longer needed to be circumcised. On the contrary, it stopped so that I can have Caitlin reposition the open tip of the extraction tubing properly without your clitoris getting wedged in the mouth of the tubing at some unfortunate angle.” The blonde body modification technician dressed in the sexy nurse’s costume chuckled as the brunette backing singer opened her mouth to say something, closed it as no appropriate response came to mind, opened her mouth to protest again, and closed it again still at loss for words.

“Press the tube tip into the apex of her vulva, Caitlin,” Dr. Cummings instructed as she pulled her attention from Liz, “holding the tubing in alignment with the projection of her clitoris, and with the glans centered in the tube tip if you can. Hold the tip firmly pressed into her clitoral hood and the roof of her vulva. Once the flesh seals the opening of the tubing, you’ll mostly be able to relax and watch the show…until it’s your turn to become the show!”

“Got it, boss,” Caitlin replied calmly back. “We’ll be good to go in a jiffy. That said, while I may not beg to be spared, don’t think for a minute that I’m going to be eager to get MY pussy trimmed. I’m just going to take my medicine without a lot of drama. It’s time for you to give in too, Liz. These guys have our numbers and there’s nothing we can do about it!”

“NO!” Liz protested as the tip of the extraction tube brushed the tip of her clitoral glans. “I’m NOT going to accept this! I didn’t do anything wrong! It’s not my fault!”

“Nobody cares who is at fault, Liz,” Dr. Cummings replied calmly. “What we are about to do together is just a routine part of life here in Genosha, an Islamic Fundamentalist country where circumcision is mandatory for any post-pubescent girls within its borders. Frankly, elective clitoridectomies are becoming less and less unusual everywhere else in the world with each month that passes, too, so you’re not likely to get a lot of sympathy about having been declitted anywhere you go. Now, what say we put this unpleasantness behind you so that, after a final climax, you can get on with your life as a sexually neutered woman? Finish putting the tube tip over her, Caitlin!”

“Just about there, boss,” Caitlin replied with a frown on her face, “although it really blows being forced to play executioner’s assistant while you clip one of my best friends!”

“Then stop helping the bitch, Caitlin!” Liz hissed with a mixture of anger and trepidation in her voice as she tried to wiggle her crotch away from the threatening tube tip.

“Stop squirming, Liz!” Dr. Cummings growled as she pressed downward on the vulva she was still holding open with her left hand. “If you don’t, I’ll harvest your breast skins after I have your clitoris in the stasis box. I think it would be beneficial for our viewers out there to be reminded that there’s a certain etiquette that’s expected when a body modification technician is working on you.”

As the brunette backing singer immediately stopped moving, Caitlin declared, “Like I said, this really blows! How’s that, boss?”

“Perfect!” Carla replied as she smirked at the redheaded fiddler/backing singer. “And whoever helps me do you, Caitlin, MIGHT think their being forced to assist me in your circumcision really blows too. Or they might enjoy themselves!” The diminutive castratrix grinned at the chagrin that suddenly filled the redhead’s face before tapping on the tablet on Liz’s belly.

“WHAAaaa? NOOoohh!” gasped a shivering Liz over a faint hissing sound as she again felt air moving around and over her engorged clitoris. The brunette backing singer immediately recognized that Dr. Cummings had turned the suction back on. Then, as Caitlin pushed the mouth of the extraction tube firmly into the roof of her vulva and clitoral hood, her clitoral glans surrounded by the transparent tubing, Liz felt a strange sensation at the apex of her vulva. Accompanying the strange sensation, the hissing sound suddenly morphed into a barely audible, slow continuous ‘phhpt….phhpt….phhpt….phhpt’ as the air flow became restricted and the vacuum extractor’s impeder valve kicked in.

Terror filled Liz’s face as she issued a brief squeal before becoming frozen on the restraint chair, holding her breath while her soft moist flesh tented outward, sealing the margins of the tip of the extraction tubing closed to the flow of outside air. Liz groaned with bitter defeat as she looked wide-eyed at the widescreen monitor above her and rasped, “NO! The suction tube has got my clit, and it’s trying to suck it out of my body!”

“It’s going to succeed, my dear Liz!” the diminutive clitoridectomy technician declared glibly as she tapped on the tablet screen to increase the pneumatic vacuum extractor’s suction pressure to its next intensity setting. Due to the built in impeder valve, the sound coming from the vacuum extractor’s control module changed to a soft but slightly more rapid ‘phhpt…phhpt…phhpt…phhpt’. “This technology has proven itself to be successful on thousands of girls before you!” Carla added as she watched the terror on the brunette backing singer’s face briefly morph into introspective apprehension.

“Whaa…. OH! FUCK ME!” burst from Liz’s throat as she felt a strange tingling at the apex of her vulva, followed by a ‘popping’ sensation. As terror again filled the brunette backing singer’s face and her nipples grew rock hard, she shrilled, “What just happened?”

“Just what you think happened,” Dr. Cummings replied softly and calmly as she pulled her left hand back from the apex of Liz’s vulva. “I’m pretty sure the suction coming from the vacuum extractor just overcame the tensile resistance of your clitoral cavity, and the mucous membranes and any other connective tissue meant to hold your clitoris in place. Your clitoral glans has been ‘unplugged’ from the outer rim of your clitoral cavity, you might say. You might not be able to tell from the monitor screen just yet, but you’re being fed into the extraction tubing now. There’s no reason to keep holding you open for the camera now. We’ll be able to watch your progress through the transparent extraction tubing!”

“OH! GOD! I think she’s right! It felt like my clit jumped outward. Oh! GOD! On the screen! You can see the tip of my clit in the tubing now! Oh! God! I feel like I’m about to cum!”

“Fight against being climaxed, Liz!” Carla hissed and then giggled. “Ideally, we want your final cum to come while I’ve already got the scissor blades positioned around the stem of your sex life.”

“NOOoooo!” Liz groaned obviously on the edge of sexual climax as she felt the rhythmic tugging at the apex of her vulva. I don’t want the scissors! I want to keep my clittie! PLEASE!”

“Not a chance, Liz!” Doctor Cummings replied calmly back. “I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to clip your pretty little clit, even if the Genoshan officials said I could…which they certainly aren’t doing. The suction tube has got you good, girl! You’re sex life is worming into it! You can see that for yourself on the monitor scree…!”

“NOOoooooo!” Liz groaned over Doctor Cummings’ voice as she glanced up at the screen, her face badly reddened as she fought against the erotic nature of what was happening to her, still on the edge of forced climax. “It doesn’t hurt…or anything…it just feels weird…but I think Dr. Cummings is right…the tip of my clittie is further up the tube now. Oh, GOD! I really need to cum!”

“Fight it, Liz,” Caitlin urged with excitement in her eyes. “You are being pulled into the tubing by the air suction, but I swear the rate at which the tip of your clit is moving into the tube…the worming, she called it…is slowing. I think the Doc has underestimated your organ’s ability to resist being drug out of your body. I think you’re starting to win…and if you can win then there’s hope for m….”

Carla chuckled as she tapped on her computer tablet, interrupting Caitlin’s hopeful encouragement as she sent vacuum extractor to its next higher suction setting. This resulted in a long drawn out gasp of fear 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 Liz’s vulva became a firm tug. The gasp became a groan of disappointment as the brunette backing vocalist, and everyone else, could see her shiny clitoral glans begin slowly worming up the sucking barrel of the extraction tube, pulling a thin column of duller flesh behind it.

“Oh, God, I think I’m totally screwed, Caitlin!” Liz whined with a dejected crestfallen look on her face as she stared at the monitor screen. The backing singer broke into tears for the first time as she realized her public circumcision was going to proceed in earnest after all! “My flesh isn’t resisting the suction! The extractor tube is slowly dragging me into it…I’m starting to feel like I’m about to cum again!” The backing vocalist shook her head in disbelief and moaned softly as the glow in her loins gradually increased while the rhythmic tugging sensation on her pleasure node continued, and she watched her own clitoral flesh ooze slowly up the transparent extraction tube.

“Yeah….sorry for getting your hopes up, Liz,” Caitlin replied softly back, tears filling her own eyes although they continued to gleam with excitement. “You’re filling the tube fairly steadily again. Errr…does it hurt?”

“Nah!” Liz assured her redheaded friend and coworker as a sheepish grin filled her face. “I’m just being a whiner as usual. The tug on my clittie is pretty strong…rhythmic but relentless…but it doesn’t hurt. It’s a pretty interesting sensation actually…pretty erotic I guess…given that I feel close to cumming. Oh God! Is that the two inch mark the tip of my clittie is approaching?”

“Sure is, Liz,” Caitlin acknowledged with a shrug as she continued to hold the tip of the extraction tubing pressed firmly into the apex of her friend and coworker’s vulva. “But I think the rate of the tip’s movement up the tube is slowing again,” the redheaded fiddler/backing vocalist added with a tinge of optimism creeping into her voice. Caitlin couldn’t keep the grin from forming on her face as, when the tip of Liz’s clitoris oozed just past the two-inch mark on the extraction tube barrel, the worm-like movement of her pal’s delicate clitoral tissue again stalled to a stop.

Liz, her eyes locked onto the monitor screen above her and beyond Caitlin’s head, saw it too! The stretching of her sex organ had stopped, despite the continuing pulsating tugging sensation emanating from the apex of her vulva in rhythm to the regular beat of the impeder valve. The brunette backing singer’s mind raced as she thought, ‘Dr. Cummings said she wanted three inches of stretched organ from me. Will she give up if she can only collect a little over two inches?’

“AAIiiiFuck!” Liz gasped after, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Carla tap on the computer tablet resting on her belly. The reason for the expletive was the suddenly rapid and slightly louder ‘phhpt, phhpt, phhpt, phhpt’ coming from the pneumatic vacuum extractor, and the tugging sensation at the apex of her vulva suddenly becoming a firm pull. Tears again began flowing from the brunette’s eyes as she watched her clitoral glans, on the monitor screen, again begin creeping further into the extraction tube, causing her clitoral shaft to worm forward behind it.

“That’s the maximum safe suction setting, Liz,” Dr. Carla Cummings announced matter-of-factly as she smiled down at her patient. Then the clitoridectomy technician added, “Not that I wouldn’t push the suction setting into the red if I needed to. The scientists who design this type of medical equipment always have conservative margins-of-safety factors built in. You aren’t experiencing any actual pain yet, are you, Liz?

“NOooo!” The brunette backing singer whined softly before adding, “The tugs…on my clittie…feel like…yanks…now. But it still…doesn’t really…hurt! But it feels totally…WIERD! And, I still feel like I’m about to cum. AND, I’m in…mental…agony! I don’t want…THIS! I don’t want….female castration. I…like…sex! This is…fucking CRUEL!”

“Hold yourself together, Liz!” Carla urged softly, the sarcasm thick in her voice as she addressed Liz’s concerns over her physical condition and ignored her mental turmoil. “I know from personal experience that, while your vulva feels a bit WRONG at this point, the sensation itself is more than a bit fascinating. Focus on those intriguing sensations to the fullest extent possible and don’t let your fears over what’s coming later distract you! Getting declitted is a milestone a girl gets to go through only once in her life’s journey. And, that cum you want is going to be a really big one when you finally get it!”

“I don’t FUCKING WAN…never mind…I’ll try to make the best of it!” Liz hissed as she watched her clitoral glans continue to be pulled by the strong rhythmic suction up the barrel of the transparent extraction tube. A hand full of seconds later, which seemed to last an eternity, when the tip of her badly stretched sex organ reached the three-inch mark, with the crawl of flesh obviously beginning to slow again, Liz spat, “Doctor, you said…earlier…you only wanted…three inches…of stretched flesh from me…before….”

“Before I clip you,” Dr. Cummings finished Liz’s thought. “Yes, I did say that. You seemed more reluctant than most girls who find themselves in your position, and I thought I might go a bit easy on you. But I also 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, Liz! You WILL get there!”

“NO!” Liz hissed back, tears pouring from her eyes. “I DON’T WANT THIS…PERIOD!” Liz fought for composure before continuing in a fear-filled voice. “I don’t want to…get declitted! If I have to do it…please stop stretching me and finish it now. Three inches of stretched flesh…like you promised! Don’t fucking cheat….”

“Oh, very well,” Dr. Carla Cummings replied with more than a little disappointment in her voice as she shrugged her shoulders and reached with her right hand towards the tip of the extraction tubing which was still being held firmly against the apex of Liz’s vulva by Caitlin. As she reached, Carla’s left index finger hovered over the computer tablet on the brunette backing vocalist’s belly. “I did say that…although I didn’t mean it as a…. Okay! You have a valid point, Liz. I don’t think a slightly shorter severed clitoris in the necklace pendant you’re about to fill will make for any less desirable of an heirloom.”

“Thank you, Doc…OH, HELL!” Liz growled as the gratitude on her face was replaced with abject fear and bitter disappointment as, despite her free-flowing tears, she managed to refocus on the monitor screen where she could see the tip of her clitoral glans just past the three-inch marker. “STOP! DON’T….” Liz pleaded 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 well below the surface of the apex of her vulva interrupted the brunette backing singer’s fervent plea, and she saw the band jump forward and cinch deeply into the clitoral shaft adjacent to the clitoral hood on the monitor screen. Liz gasped and then gagged as terror filled her face! Her clitoris had been noosed so that it couldn’t retreat back into its cavity! Her sex life was being held ready for execution!

Carla tapped on the computer tablet again, causing the rheostat on the control module Caitlin held to be twisted closed, causing the suction of air in the extraction tubing to cease and releasing the vacuum pressure. Without being told to do so, Caitlin pulled the barrel of the vacuum extractor tube away from Liz’s crotch, and then giggled nervously as she glanced first at Liz’s face filled with the mixed emotions—including fearful apprehension, embarrassment, and the need for sexual satiation—and then at Carla. The body modification technician wore a grin of satisfaction on her face, a face that was filled with eager anticipation as she stared down at the stretched out clitoris before her. Carla hardly noticed as she heard Caitlin issue another nervous giggle as the redheaded fiddler joined Liz in staring at the monitor screen above them, showing the close up of the sagging rod of stretched flesh that was Liz’s clitoris. More laughter joined other sounds of expectation from the audience as everyone watching could see that the antsy backup singer’s clitoris had been stretched out of its cavity into open air.

“Caitlin, go ahead and place the vacuum extractor control module on the floor between Liz’s legs,” Dr. Cummings instructed sounding calm despite the look of excitement on her face. Then Carla flashed a look of encouragement at the moaning and mewling brunette backing singer stretched out spread-eagled on the gyno-chair and urged, “Liz, sweetie, you should concentrate on the sensations coming from your well-stretched clitoris…you only get to do this once, remember…but otherwise relax. Buck up! It will take a several tens of 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.”

“But I don’t want my clittie clipped out of me!” Liz whined softly. “I don’t want you to make me…to make it so I can’t cum anymore. And my privates still feel…really weird! I feel like I have a huge hunk of lead hanging from the tip of my clitoris.”

“Well, THAT sensation isn’t going to go away until I clip you, Liz,” the body modification specialist replied matter-of-factly despite the wicked grin on her face. “However, the sensations that accompany your clitoris, above the band, un-stretching and reforming into its natural shape can be quite fascinating. And the thoughts of your imminent female castration can be quite erotic. You might find yourself quite close to the climax cliff by the time your clitoris is done un-stretching above the compression band.”

“She’s right, Liz,” Caitlin interjected softly. “Just think about the juicy climax you’re going to get in a few seconds. Worrying about what comes after that won’t help.”

“I’ll try, Caitlin,” the brunette backing vocalist whispered back in a quivering voice, still in a desperate state of sexual arousal from the stretching of her delicate clitoris. Liz stared wide-eyed at the monitor screen as her clitoris slowly reformed, too befuddled to comprehend the significance of the gentle breeze she was now feeling on tender flesh that had never before been exposed to air.

Liz blushed badly as she was all too aware of Caitlin and Carla’s eyes on her crotch, and the audience’s eyes joining hers in staring at the monitor screen. The young brunette whimpered as she took in the strange sensations that accompanied her distended clitoral flesh slowly un-stretching while being held out of its natural cavity by the tight green compression band. Moments later, the backing vocalist was sporting a girl penis, waving in the air as she quivered in her restraints, just waiting for the chop. Liz was ready for her declitting!

“I think we’re ready!” Dr. Carla Cummings proclaimed with obvious eagerness as she examined the apex of the brunette backing singer’s vulva. “We’ve done well, Liz! There’s almost an inch of clitoris ready to fill a necklace pendant. There will be more than an inch extracted after using the pry bar! Not bad using the Richards/Stark pneumatic vacuum extractor without pushing the vacuum intensity into the red. Let’s finish you off, Liz, and let you off the treatment platform!”

“NO! DON’T! Liz exclaimed pleadingly, her eyes filled with dread and apprehension as she sensed Carla reach forward and glanced down from the monitor screen to see the body modification specialist’ right hand reaching towards her own quivering belly for the J-shaped pry bar resting atop it. “NO! WAIT! I don’t want to be circumcised!”

“Calm down, girlfriend,” Caitlin urged softly as she placed her right hand on her bucking band mate’s pubic mound and pushed firmly downward. “While I’m in no hurry to take my place replacing you on that bondage chair, I’ve figured out that these people caught us breaking their laws, and have sentenced us justly by their way of thinking. Hell, that Genoshan Undersecretary of State for Women’s Affairs fellow, Mr. Sabbah, sentenced us himself. We pay his penalty with a minimum of complaints, or they could debreast us too…or castrate our guys. Give in, Liz, and take your medicine.”

“Screw you, Caitlin!” Liz hissed softly as she shook her teary-eyed head back and forth. “I hate it when you’re right! Alright, I’ll stop fighting my fate. Get this over with, Doc!”

Liz, for all of her attempted bravery, couldn’t help but whimper as Caitlin pulled her hand off of her pubic mound while Dr. Cumming’s hand lifted from her shivering abdomen and pushed the J-shaped pry bar towards her vulva. The fear-filled backing vocalist forced her eyes back to the monitor screen and gasped 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 screen. The gasp became a forlorn groan as she felt the forked prongs of cool metal slide across both sides of her clitoral shaft under the tightly choking compression band. The groan became a terror-filled moan as Liz 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.

Liz’s face grew pallid as she watched the obviously moist vulva filling the monitor screen grow even wetter as the nearly inch-long girl penis projecting from the outer side of the thick elastic ring that held the pleasure node out from her body got pressed outward. The young brunette backing vocalist gaped at the pry bar, pushed deeply into the furrows of her labia minora, holding the compressed green band outward away from her clitoral hood. Liz knew her time as an uncut woman was nearing its end. “Oh, God!” Liz hissed softly, before declaring somewhat louder, “This really blows, Doc!”

“I know that you think so now, Liz,” Carla replied as she shrugged. “Most girls in your position facing nonconsensual declittings think the same, although many change their minds after the fact. That changing of minds is usually due to what comes next. We’ve reached the highlight of the female circumcision experience.”

“Are you saying I finally get to orgasm?” Liz asked in a quivering voice. “God, I’ve been so close to cumming for so long now!”

“Yes!” Dr. Cummings replied with a smirk on her face. “I get to push you over the climax cliff now. I’m going to finally give you what in all likelihood will be your final sexual climax ever.”

“THAT’S not what I would call a highlight…that’s what I would call…rubbing it in!” Liz spat back, now a bit angry as well as filled with dread and apprehension.

“Well, it’s almost sure to be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced,” Carla popped back matter-of-factly as she held the pry bar in place.

“Are you saying it will make up for the embarrassment I’m feeling now, the pain that comes with the unwanted surgery, and the loss of my ability to cum in the future?” the brunette backing vocalist asked in a quivering voice.

“No!” Dr. Cummings replied laconically before adding, “Oh, the final climax I give you will be hauntingly memorable, Liz. I’ll expound on that aspect of the experience later…with Caitlin I think. As for the clit clipping itself, and the concomitant pain, I’ll repeat the sage advice the Scarlet Witch gave me when it was my turn to get cut,” Carla continued softly as she picked up the small metal cylindrical vibrator from Liz’s quivering belly with her left hand while she held the J-shaped pry bar in place with her right, “which I alluded to when you and Caitlin were signing your paperwork. 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. As I explained earlier, Wanda postulates that it has something to do with the same nervous system transmitting both stimuli—pain and pleasure—and the signals getting mixed together.”

“I hope you’re right, Doc, although I’m far from convinced at the moment,” Liz declared in a quivering voice as she watched Carla use her thumb to slide the vibrator’s button to ‘on’ and heard a faint buzzing sound. “That said, I’m glad I don’t have to wait any longer to find out if you’re being truthful. I’ve been at the edge of climax for so long it hurts!”

“Well then, let’s find out together right now, Liz,” the body modification specialist in the sexy nurse’s outfit chortled softly back as she lowered the vibrating tip of the rod-like sex toy towards the brunette backing singer’s protruding penisiod clitoris. “If you don’t fight against climaxing, you’ll be a female eunuch in about three seconds!”

“FUCK!” Liz declared just as the vibrator tip approached the glans of her stretched out clitoris. “I don’t want to be a sexually neutered girl. I’ll fight against cumming for as long as I can!”

Carla Cummings giggled loudly as she carefully circled the tumid glans of Liz’s stretched out clitoris with the vibrator, before chiding, “Good luck with that, foolish girl! Your clitoris is a lot more sensitive than you probably realized. What your feeling now is the vibrations being transmitted to your clitoral glans by the air itself. If I accidently let cool metal touch tender flesh, the sensation becomes somewhat unpleasant. That’s why I’m keeping the surface of the cylinder several millimeters away from your flesh. Cum for me, Liz!”

“FUCK NO! I don’t want to…be…CLITLESS!” the brunette backing singer declared as she tried to squirm in the chair despite being tightly stretched and thoroughly bound in place.

“Nonsense!” Carla chortled back. “As I’ve already explained, the benefits of female circumcision outweigh any pluses being able to climax might bring. Cum for me and find this out for yourself, Liz!”

“NO!” Liz spat back. “I like being able to cum! What will I do with boys if I can’t?”

“As I explained earlier, sweetie,” Dr. Cummings replied jovially, “declitted girls make better sex partners for men than pristine girls…so long as those girls strive to please their sex partners. The men don’t have to worry about bringing declitted girls to climax. The men can focus on their own needs. You’ll find yourself choosier too. You’ll have liaisons only with the men that attract you the most…because those liaisons will never be because YOU just need to get laid!”

“OHHHH SHIT!” Liz gasped as she fought to remain whole. “But I like getting laid by…. FUCK ME!”

“Don’t fight it, Liz!” Carla urged softly as she giggled with excitement. “You are going to be circumcised. Genosha is paying my employer good money to have me clip you. Cum for me! I’ll give you five full seconds of orgasmic bliss before I declit you, Liz!”

“PLEASE NOOOOOooo!” Liz pleaded softly in a quivering voice, a hairsbreadth away from climax. The brunette backing vocalist issued one more forlorn moan as dismay filled her mind. She was fighting a losing battle with her libido. Liz gasped loudly as the insidiously pleasant vibrations continued to bathe her sexual center. “Stop! Please! I’m going to CUM!”

“Yes, do cum for me!” Dr. Cummings declared jubilantly as she allowed the buzzing vibrator to orbit the brunette backing vocalist’s fully exposed clitoral glans. “Let me give you the most memorable climax of your life, Liz. Give me your LAST cum ever, and I’ll circumcise you once and for all. Cum for me, Liz! NOW!”

“NO! AAAAHHHH! AAAUUUUAAHHHH! UUUUHHHUUUH!” Liz sighed loudly as intense pleasure exploded through her loins, and all that she was and would ever be became mired in a black hole of ecstasy. “OHhhhYESSSsss! AAAHhh YEAH! SOOooo GOOOD!” Liz blushed badly, grinned from ear-to-ear, and then issued a third staccato sigh of orgasmic delight, desperately trying to enjoy what the blonde castratrix had declared would be the final sexual climax of her life.

The blonde castratrix, Dr. Carla Cummings, giggled softly as her green eyes perused the bucking brunette backing vocalist’s orgasmic rapture, before deftly using her thumb to turn the vibrator off. The diminutive blonde body modification specialist then flashed a grin of jubilation at the redheaded fiddler as she placed the vibrator back on Liz’s belly. Carla really enjoyed giving a girl her final cum!

As she reached for the next tool on Liz’s belly, Cummings got the reaction she wanted from the redhead, who had been mesmerized as she watched her band mate writhe in ecstasy. Caitlin blushed badly as she grinned sheepishly back at Carla and nodded her understanding of the diminutive castratrix’s taunt—Caitlin’s own final climax was only a few minutes in the future.

Meanwhile, Liz squirmed and bucked 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. Caitlin’s widened eyes were locked onto the apex of her vulva and filled with fascination and eager anticipation. The brunette backing vocalist saw the reason for Caitlin’s excitement on the monitor screen above her. 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 well-stretched clitoral shaft.

“NO! NO! FUCK NO!” Liz pleaded forlornly with a crushed look on her face and abject terror in her voice. The brunette backing singer felt a slight increase in pressure, seemingly coming from a point well below the apex of her vulva. “OOOOOHHhhh! AAAAAHHHH! UHHHUHhhhh!” rang through the room as that slight increase in pressure from the surgical scissor blades sent Liz plunging into a fourth staccato sigh of climax. The pressure paused for a brief moment that seemed to last an eternity, and then increased!

“AAHHHHEEIIIIEEEEeeeee!” shrilled the brunette backing singer 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 monitor screen—Liz’s sex life—began freefalling downward. The crowd in auditorium seats joined Caitlin in cheering as Liz watched, on the monitor screen, the severed clitoris, tumbling downward, get snatched out of midair by a feminine hand holding a J-shaped tool.

“OWWWIE! OWWIE! OW! OW! FUCK ME! OW! THAT FUCKING HURTS LIKE HELL!” Liz bellowed as agony radiated from the apex of her loins.

“Liz, try to relocate the glow from the climax and concentrate on that!” Carla exhorted urgently as she grinned jubilantly and exchanged the J-shaped pry bar for the small stasis box that had been resting on the brunette backing vocalist’s belly. “If you can do that, you’ll find the pain much more manageable!” Dr. Cummings watched a writhing and bawling Liz struggle for several seconds before she appeared to gain some slight control of the effects of the torment on her mind and body. The diminutive castratrix pulled her eyes from the weeping backing vocalist, who was still quivering on the table in physical and mental agony, to clip the compression band off a little more than an inch of 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 thoroughly crushed-looking backing vocalist’s face. “You did it, Liz!” Dr. Cummings waited for the mewling brunette to look downward and manage a nod of forlorn defeat, before repeating. “You did it, Liz! You’ve come into conformity with Genosha’s female circumcision laws, and you’ve contributed to the manufacture of an heirloom that will no doubt be of great value to all who own it through the ages.” As the shivering brunette backing vocalist managed a firmer nod, and a hint of pride filled the declitted girl’s face, Carla snapped the stasis box closed.

“Now, let’s take care of the slight amount of blood that is leaking from your vacated clitoral cavity, shall we, Liz?” Carla asked as she set the surgical scissors and the stasis box on the brunette backing vocalist’s heaving belly. “We’re going to have to cause you a bit more pain to do that, Liz. You’re up to that to put this experience behind you, aren’t you, girl?”

The mewling and quivering backing vocalist shook her head, before finally nodding her acquiescence. The quivering intensified as Liz watched Carla bend and heard her pop the ceramic cauterizing tube from its heating station on the floor beside the head-ward end of the gyno-table. As Dr. Cummings pushed the open barrel of the very small diameter ceramic tube in the direction of Liz’s face, she 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.

“GOD, this really fucking blows!” the bawling Liz hissed dejectedly as Dr. Cummings pressed firmly downward on her pubic mound with her left hand to keep the backing vocalist in place as she moved the ceramic tube towards Liz’s vulva. Liz issued a long drawn out moan filled with a combination of fear and dreadful apprehension as she felt Carla twist her hand and use her fingers to 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, Liz’s moan’s and bawling grew louder.

“Let’s finish this, Liz!” Carla implored 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 the brunette backing vocalist’s clitoral cavity. Then the body modification specialist locked eyes with Liz 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. “Ah! There’s the stump! Brace yourself, girl! This can be worse than the clipping itself.” Carla shrugged with a sheepish grin on her face before pushing the plunger at the rear of the ceramic tube firmly inward. Immediately, a clearly audible sizzling sound emanated from Liz’s vulva.

“AAAIIIIIIEEEEEEeeee!” Liz shrilled when the sensation of a foreign object piercing the apex of her vulva was suddenly replaced by renewed agony emanating from where her clitoris used to protrude. “AAAARRGggg! Oh GOD! Make it STOP! PLEASE!” The sound of frying flesh continued for several more seconds before a sobbing backing vocalist felt the tube pulled from her clitoral cavity, and sensed Carla kneel and push the tube back into the heating station.

“You’re done, Liz!” Dr. Carla Cummings declared with obvious contentment as she rose back up and smiled at the writhing backing vocalist. “We’ll have you free from the gynecological restraint chair in a few moments, my brave girl. Then we’ll let Caitlin take your place, and take care of her vulva alteration needs with the help of tonight’s star client, a true international icon. That’s right folks! When we return to my treatment platform, following the presentation of some postmortem and biographical material, you’ll finally learn the identity of the very famous young lady who I’m about to circumcise for your viewing pleasure. And don’t forget, a necklace pendant autographed by Liz and cored with her treasured clitoris is either for sale, or open for competitive bidding, at the ‘Secretly Scarlet’ line of lingerie, clothing accessories, and sex toys section of the Van Dyne Industries website. I’ll see you all soon!”