CLITORECTOMY - Panna's Piercing

Panna was rolled out of the emergency room and into the MRI suite.

The car had come out of nowhere, knocking her to the pavement where she hit her head and lost consciousness.

And Panna's doubly pierced clit was about to be ripped out of her body.

The doctors, of course, had no clue. The trauma was exclusively at her head, blood and cerebrospinal fluid slowly leaking from her ears. Time was of the essence - the surgeons needed to know exactly where the injury was at in order to prevent stroke damage or something worse.

At least as far as they knew.

Panna was dressed very conservatively, having just came from presenting her case at the Appellate Court, a loose hijab barely covering her hair. They had her full hospital records - no surgeries that would have caused staples or a pin or other metal to be installed in her body.

They rolled her into the room and put the device over her head, then started to slide her into the MRI.

As the whirring started, the tugging started in Panna's panties. The twin titanium piercings started to jiggle in her panties which, had she been conscious, would have been quite pleasant.

But the MRI had just started to warm up. The super-cooled electromagnet increased its charge. And the tightness grew until a sudden eruption blew through her panties and made a sizable dent and clank against the outer wall of the machine.

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The anesthesiologist was slowly rousing Panna. The intended surgery had been a success - the bleeding and pressure were negligible and virtually no brain damage had occurred.

The second surgery, the unintended one, had been an abject failure. The piercing's sudden withdrawal had taken most of the underlying nerve structure with it, and she would never orgasm again.

The counselor was seated next to the anesthesiologist, waiting her turn to talk to Panna.