Chapter 11: Teased and released

The surgeon came back to his senses as soon as his member stopped twitching. His pipe was empty now, and he has never cummed this much his entire life nor has ever fainted from deep orgasm. He could feel oxytocin rushing in his system, very relaxed and happy. But that bliss suddenly turned into dread when he heard the man shift on his chair. He knew he wasn’t doing his job well and, in this line of business, his life could be forfeited any minute.

He quickly got back up on his feet, zipped his jeans and cleaned his hands with a handkerchief.

With her lower abdomen flesh missing, her bladder, uterus and ovaries had more room to expand. They began to emerge out from her trapezoid. The surgeon, with fantasies about the female anatomy, was very eager to see her woman parts that hid behind her bladder.

He slowly grabbed her fluid sac and pulled it down to take a better view of her seed garden. Yet again he was amazed by how developed this girl is. Her ovaries glistened in deep pink, coated with a light moisture. They were too inviting as if they were seeking to be violated and ruined by enthusiasts like the surgeon. Inside the ovaries are her glorious eggs. One side was ripe and ready, but the other waited for her next cycle.

The surgeon carefully and gently fondled her sacs with his fingers, feeling her flesh with his fingertips. He was looking for the fruitful one. It was of utmost important to him that he save his treasure for the grand finale.

He felt a bump on her left sac.

“Aaha!”, he elated.

He let go of her and, as soon as he did that, her bladder fell back on her uterus in place again. He reached out for a binder clip that was inside the tray. As much as he was eager to dive straight for her eggs, he had to ensure he was putting up a good show.

Without hesitation, he squeezed the clip open, placed it vertically around her urethra and clamped it.

The feeling of a burnt snatch and snapped clit was overpowering her senses. She did not know what the surgeon was doing to her insides. She didn’t know her belly was open, licked by the raw air. She kept gritting her teeth in agony. As external blood filled her system and replenished her with cells for oxygen, her own red fluids splurted slowly from her missing clit.

A few minutes later, even amidst the agony and pain, she very suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom. She tried to let loose but nothing happened. She tried again to go but nothing came out. She tried again and again unable to release. The desire to urinate was very overwhelming. She looked down quickly to see what was happening to her and immediately knew why she couldn’t go.

The surgeon has shut off her urethra with a binder clip. There was no exit within her bladder. Her pack was clutched between his palm and fingers. As he squeezed, the liquid inside pushed outward, signaling her head that she needed to go. Her brain sent a signal back, a green light to open the gates. They were open, but the way out was jammed, pinched tight by the same object that secures her grade ‘A’ term papers.

All in the world… how badly she wanted to urinate. The surgeon was enjoying this, but he couldn’t keep her clutched forever. He could squeeze it bust open, but that would ruin his fun. It’ll just add more to her pain, which isn’t satisfying. He grabbed two zip ties from his pocket and wrapped them around her bladder in diagonals.

For a brief moment, when the surgeon let go of her, she was honestly glad the pressure disappeared. But the relief didn’t last long. As the zip ties fastened, the urge was back again. The first tie just pumped her to take a leak. The second one doubled the pressure and the urge, which doubled her inability to take a leak. She was being tormented in every sensation. In nerves, pain receptors can override each other. Because of the hell between her crotch, she couldn’t care less about her debreasted stumps. But this time is different. It wasn’t pain. A chocked bladder just added to her uneasiness and spiking up her discomfort. She was going mental. She was being tortured at every angle.

The sturgeon, somewhat satisfied with his work, proceeded to bring forth her uterus that was hiding in the back. To do this, he swiftly twisted her bladder a couple of turns, grabbed her woman treasure and brought it forth, and pushed her bladder behind it. The three to four twists secured her urethra, thus fulfilling the work of the binder clip. Now that it has served its purposed, the surgeon removed and tossed it away. Her water balloon now laid nice and fit behind her uterus… restrained by two zip ties, unable to eject the fluids within.

The unnatural position of her uterus caused her fallopian tubes to stick out a bit from her trapezoid. At the ends, the next victim of abuse dangled out like bait. The prey is ready. The surgeon was ready to play with her ovaries.

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Up next: Chapter 12