LOLOL, I actually have chapter 9 in my computer! When I read chapter 10 after 8 on this post, I was wondering why it didn't make sense. Haha! I've deleted the chapter 10 to reorganize the order of my stories.

This is chapter 9~ It comes before chapter 10.

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Chapter 9: Surgeon

The tunnel between her legs couldn’t close; her smoldering tissues kept the shape of the rod. She twitched and trembled in agony, unable to move her legs.

“I invited a special guest, today”

Someone appeared under the light. He was dressed in what looked like scrubs and had a mask covering his face. He sat a roll of cloth on the table.

“This gentleman was kind enough to pay me millions just to operate on your body. For an ordinary person, you’re worth a lot of money. You should always remind yourself of that.”

The surgeon began to unroll the cloth revealing different surgical equipment ranging from scalps to tongs.

“He doesn’t talk. I wish he did though. We would have gotten along so well. I’ll be back later” said the man and disappeared from her vision.

The surgeon wasn’t patient. As soon as the man left, he proceeded to do his thing. Unlike the man, he wasn’t fond of toying with his experiments. He cut loose the ropes holding her legs up and removed the belts. Her thighs hit the cold table, splashing her honey pooling on it. He then parted her legs as far apart as possible. Next, he grabbed a marker and drew measurements on her pubic and abdomen.

Her vagina was still burning. The pain overwhelmed her other senses making her unable to notice the new stranger working on her body, that is, until she felt sharp stings near the most sensitive spot of her female body.

She looked down only to find the surgeon cutting her with a scalpel. He made a circular cut at the base of her protruding pink clitoris, pinched and pulled it. A thin layer of skin covering her clitoris came off easily, revealing the red tissue underneath it. With two fingers, he softly grabbed the tissue and pushed the surrounding skin back. The erect exposed clit peered out into the open, looming in the air like a missile ready to launch. Without wasting a second, the surgeon grabbed this sensitive soft flesh with a surgical pincer.

Pain exploded like fireworks in her brain. Her clit reflexively struggled to retract in but the pincer was held it. Undeterred, the surgeon pulled her innocent protrusion. It wasn’t easy for him as it only came out a centimeter or two. But with unyielding tendency, he continued tugging on it, a few millimeters at a time and regripping the pincers just as it was about to slip. With every tug, she could feel her brain sliding down her throat as if her whole nervous system was being pulled out through her clit.

After several pulls, her nub started to ooze blood. It was now exiting out of her body about half a finger’s length. The surgeon grabbed a scissor and snipped the base of her clit ensuring it was still intact to her body. He had cut some soft tendons latching to her pelvic bones. With one last heave, he pulled the pincer, completely uprooting her clit along with its nerve strands. The snap dealt a blow to her as she shuttered in shock and pain. She screamed, soundless. The man held the pincer in the air, examining in the light: her dangling clit.

The surgeon was very pleased with his work. He put her detached pleasure play toy in a specimen jar full of preservatives.