[CLIORDECTOMY] Cassie's Story

I was taken off the street, a bag put over my head. They chloroformed me in the car.

I woke up in a basement, water dripping down the walls, facing a man wearing a dirty doctor's coat. He had my legs spread, tied each of my feet up in a stirrup.

He looked down at me down there. Then, he took a long slow lick before wiping me down with alcohol wipes, sterilizing me.

Then he held my left lip in his fingers (not even gloves on his hands.)

I remember every ridge of his finger as he held my lip and started to slice. No pain killer so I felt it.

First a sting.

Then an ache.

He said, "If you move, I might hit an artery and you'll bleed out." So I was terrified.

I felt him pulling me, the sting crawling up the left side of my vulva. Then nothing.

And he held it up. My left pussy lip dripping with blood. Already starting to grow dull and grey.

He then went down,and I felt the same pulling on my right side. It stung so badly, hurt more this time because I knew what was happening. I felt the same telltale sting and burning as the razor slit up my right lip until, again, it hung from his fingers.

He took my labia and taped them to my inner thigh with medical tape like some gross reward.

I felt the wetness. Not from arousal but from the blood.

And then he used a vibrator to arouse me. Right on either side of my clit I knew he would take away.

I was terrified but my body betrayed me.

When I'm aroused my clit swells, peeks out from under the hood.

And he grabbed it with forceps. The cold was such a shock, and i felt him pull it.

The scalpel enters me as he cut around each bulb. Excruciating pain, then nothing but stinging as nerve bundle after nerve bundle got trimmed.

First the left bulb. Then the right.

The same pain. The same damned pain. Then just stinging skin.

He said, "And....done." And I felt something loosen from me. He held up this pink Y-shaped thing.

And I knew I'd never orgasm again.

He aroused me to get it hard enough to grasp, but left me with a permanent ache.

He put it in a jar with alcohol.

Then someone put chloroform on me again and I passed out.

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I woke up in a hospital. Someone on the street had found me. But the doctors could do nothing.

All the internal organs were gone.

They'd even severed my nerve connections to my G spot, so I couldn't even have a vaginal orgasm ever again.

When they finally took off the bandages, I saw the job he did, and the job the surgeons did trying to save me.

There's just a little nub. My lower left lip. Just below my pussy.

That's all that's left of my labia and clit.

Sometimes, absently my fingers will drift to it. Touching it.

Not just to remember what was lost, but to experience the only thing left of pleasure.

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I'll never cum again.

I've tried vibrators, TENS devices, hypnosis, breast stimulation. Even anal sex and urethral sounding.

But nothing feels the same.

I don't even remember my last orgasm.

Had I known I'd have etched the time and date in my soul. Remembered every smell and sound and sight.

But now it's like I only know of orgasms. Like they exist out there. As if I've read them in a book or seen them on television.

But they're just as real to me now as those TV programs are.