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Anonymous - Sue's Story Part Two

Sue's Story Part Two by Anonymous

Originally found on BME

I want to start by thanking the unknown author of "Sue's Story" from Feb 1999 for the outstanding story. This is a continuation of Sue's tribulations.

Sue went to the Middle East when she was 26 and got arrested for drug possession. She was sentenced to 25 years in jail and was to be subjected to the same rules that govern all women of their faith. Once stripped and in-processed she was examined by both the doctor and the warden who noticed her large labia and clit buried beneath really thick, long, dark red pubic hair that came up almost to her belly button and went down and back up the crack of her ass. On the second day she was forced to observe the circumcision of a fellow prisoner. She knew about circumcision from reading a story in a magazine her father had that she had snuck into her room back when she was 19. She watched the full procedure getting wet as the labia were removed and came when her clit was removed. She now understood what the judge meant by subject to the same rules as the women of our faith. After the circumcision the warden offered to reduce her sentence to only two months if she would sacrifice the long dark red hair on her vulva by having her labia, clitoris, and her pubic skin with the hair intact removed and tanned for a woman who enjoys collecting cunts that are extremely hairy with big lips and clits. With no alternatives, she consented to the skinning of her sex.

I was not fed supper that night, only water. The next morning I was awoken before dawn and taken to the same room where I had observed the circumcision. The warden told me to strip and again performed an inspection. Special care was spent stroking my long dark red pubic hair from my navel well past my rectum. My lips were stretched and measured; my clit was massaged and also measured for both length and circumference. I was very excited by the examination and knowing what was to happen to me. Then the doctor who had examined me yesterday and four other women entered the room and the warden stopped her measurements. I was directed to climb up on the table and the doctor placed a wide strap over my abdomen holding me firmly to the table. The other four women each took a piece of rope out of their pockets and each tied the rope to my wrists and ankles. The women with the wrist ropes pulled my arms out to the side like I was on a cross. The other two women went and stood behind my head and pulled my legs up and back over my head so my legs where pulled back and spread in a V shape. This pulled my ass off the table and my vulva towards my head. A thick rubber pillow was then placed under my head moving my head towards my cunt so I ended up looking right at what was soon to be removed, permanently changing my sex life forever. This was all very similar to what I had watched yesterday happening to the other women. I was already wet from the warden's examination and in my present position I could see my own moisture collecting on the hair around my cunt.

Now the differences from yesterday began. The doctor pulled over a large rolling tray covered with a green cloth. She removed the cloth and I could see many silver tools; some looked like pliers, others small knives, there were even syringes filled with unknown fluid. The doctor began to explain what would be happening to me. As directed by their faith, the removal of my labia and clit must be felt to be believed and mentally accepted. After that a spinal block anesthetic would be administered to avoid the long, severe pain from the removal of the large area of skin. This knowledge gave me no relief from the fear and arousal I was feeling. The women holding the ropes on my ankles began to pull my legs even wider. The doctor took a scalpel and began by running it around inside my vagina, just inside where the labia started. I felt the sharp pain from the initial cut then a steady burn as the blood was blotted away by the warden so the doctor and I could see what was happening. The doctor said that to start she would go in beneath the labia and lift them away from my body and work up toward my clit making sure everything stayed in one piece. Then a deep cut was made around the urethral opening and up along the left side of my clit. I knew the worst was about to happen. The doctor slid the scalpel from my urethra up toward the tip of my clit then under it like flaying a fish. There was little bleeding but the pain was making it hard to see because of the tears in my eyes. There was a pause and the warden looked at me and blotted away my tears, "I wouldn't want you to miss this." The doctor then with a quick move sliced across the base of my clit. In a blinding flash of pain I knew that I would never feel pleasure from my clit again. I tried to take a breath but could only scream until I passed out.

While I was out the doctor took one of the syringes and injected the spinal block anesthetic. They waited to continue until I had regained consciousness. "Though you will not feel the next part we wanted you to have the opportunity to see it happen and remember it," said the warden. The women holding my legs moved out in front of me but still held my legs wide spread. The doctor took a sharpie and drew lines from each side of my navel out to my hip bone. The lines continued around the seam formed between my leg and abdomen then down on each side of my vulva. There was a small strip of hairless skin between the mark and my dark red hair except along the sides of my vulva where my hair grew on my legs. Another rubber pillow was placed under my ass to stretch the skin and allow me to see some of the action. The doctor took the scalpel and followed her lines making a deep cut into my skin. "Now comes the tough part for me," said the doctor. "I must lift the top three layers of skin and separate it from your body in one continuous piece." She began at my navel slowly pealing back my hair laden skin. She was able to skin me down to where my clit used to be attached and paused. The women holding my legs again moved behind my head and pulled my legs back into the wide spread V. The flap of skin was placed back over the open area after a piece of plastic wrap was laid on the oozing abdomen. The doctor started on the left side and worked toward the center then did the right side. The side skin contained my hair and the labia on the left side and added my hood and clit to the skin on the right side because of the earlier cut up to and removal of my clit.

I thought it was finished but I was wrong. "Your hair continues in such fullness around your ass we can not pass up the opportunity to collect it too," said the warden. The women pulled harder on my legs lifting my ass fully off the table back to my waist. The doctor again took the pen and drew lines down from my vulva and continued three inches on each side of my ass hole and another three inches beyond in an arc. A small circle was made in the center of my ass meaning all of the visible skin of my ass would be removed. The pen was exchanged for the scalpel and the cutting began again. The lines were traced with the scalpel and the skinning began behind my ass working toward the hole then beyond to what was left of my cunt.

I couldn't believe how long this was taking and how precise the doctor was at getting all the hair, labia, hood, and clit in a single piece. Finally the large single piece of skin was lifted from my crotch and placed on a tray to be tanned. I was totally weak and beyond thinking about anything but the loss of my clit and new look. I was all open wounds from my navel to past my anus. A catheter was placed in my urethra for the time of my healing. The doctor said my treatment would now be similar to healing a large third degree burn. Cultured skin was placed over the entire area and wrapped lightly. I was moved to a special room for recovery and placed on a contraption that looked more like a medieval torture instrument than a bed. The top part was shaped like a cross but the bottom split into a Y. My head was placed at the top, my arms strapped to the cross bar, and straps came across my body above and below my breasts and my stomach. The cheeks of my ass rested on the branches of the Y with nothing directly under my ass or touching any of the wounds. My legs were spread wide and strapped to the branches of the Y. "You will remain strapped like this to prevent any moving and cracking of the healing skin," said the doctor. "Your bodily functions will be taken care of as you are. The catheter will drain your piss and there is a large hole beneath your butt for your shit."

I stayed like that for six weeks. Three times each day a nurse came and applied special lotions to quicken the healing. With each application I could tell I was going to be different. The skin reacted to touch differently not the same genital feeling of fingers sliding between my legs. I was always open for everyone to see and everyone who walked by began to touch the different girl with no hair only a large scar. When I was released from the holding bed I could not even walk. I collapsed straight to the floor. The doctor said that my muscles needed time to rebuild after the long confinement. I was started on a strenuous physical therapy program. In a week I could walk on my own. I was now out with all the other prisoners. They had all seen me as I was tied to the bed and whispered behind my back as I walked by. There was one woman who became my friend because something similar had been done to her. One night she removed her clothes and showed me her modifications. She stood before me without her wig that I never knew she wore. She had no hair anywhere on her body. Her breasts were not there only a thin faded scar ran across her chest. At her crotch was a henna tattoo of vines in the shape of a thong. She lay down and spread her legs, there was no sign of anything. The tattoo was seamless where her cunt used to be. It looked like she was wearing tight underpants all the time. Her feet had all the toes removed. She said that in here there was little she could do for me except there were tattoo supplies available. She could give me a tattoo just like hers. I asked why she would do this for me and she said she would be distracted from the boring routine and enjoy the time spent feeling my new scar. I agreed.

I was standing naked in the warden's office in front of her desk. She said, "It's been enjoyable having you here with us. I see that you have already begun to adapt to your new body with a beautiful tattoo. I have another treat for you as part of your departure. We are going to make a special stop on the way to the airport. The woman that paid for your early release would like to meet you." Still naked I was led to a van and strapped in the rear.

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