Susan Pays the Price

Susan walked into the darkened room. Her husband had made the appointment for her. 'Either you have this done to stop you messing about or I'll leave you with no money, divorce you and take the kids.' Given his wealth and family connections she knew he could easily do that.

The room had a gyno-examination table in its centre, these had always intimidated her, but now she could see instruments under a green cloth cover, lying next to the table. A shiver ran down her spine. Her attention, however, was quickly drawn to the old doctor standing behind his desk with his back to her. He was dressed in a white coat and, in a German accent, told her to sit down opposite him.

'Your husband has told me about your little problem, it's mostly a memory problem. It seems you have trouble remembering your wedding vows!' he laughed quietly as he slowly turned around 'I've got just the cure to put you back on the straight and narrow. I normally only do this service for overseas clients, but your husband has made me a financial offer I couldn't refuse. Full clitoridectomy, no anaesthetic and constriction of the vaginal opening. Is that correct?'

'Yes' Susan said, tears building up. She had hoped Richard, her husband, would allow anaesthetic but deep down she knew she deserved the pain. He had said 'An eye for an eye bitch, you hurt my pride so I'll hurt your cunt!'

She had never seen Richards's sadistic side, until her affair was discovered. Susan had married Richard for his wealth and position when she was a twenty year old virgin and he was forty-five. Sex with him was clumsy and ended quickly due to his premature ejaculation problem. Hence she never rated sex as something to get excited about until seven years later she met Danny. Right from the start Danny had been a kind, considerate lover who knew how to please a woman. Especially one who had never experienced an orgasm while making love. Two years she had kept the affair quiet, but Richard had too many friends in their small town and had found out about them. She told him she was going to leave, she told him how useless he was in bed and she told him just how good Danny was. He stormed out of the house and didn't return for nearly 24 hours.

Danny was still in hospital and would probably never walk again, but Richards influence with the local law enforcement agencies made sure he would never stand trial. Richard sent their children to his parent's house so that they could 'sort out their problems' and then the beatings started. A riding crop, a cane and anything else he could find were used to inflict pain on her body, she gave up all hope of surviving the ordeal until he came up with a way of 'fixing her problem'.

'I'll have you spayed' he said. 'You have the morals of an alley-cat now you can have the sex organs of one as well!' She didn't know what he was talking about and kept quiet as he filled her in on the details.

'You have no right to have that thing called a clitoris, that useless bit of meat has led you astray from me. I don't need it hanging around between your legs expecting some sort of attention when I fuck you, I'm going to have you made clean and make your whole vulva smooth.' He had attacked her with a razor blade and almost done the circumcision himself until she begged him not to. She begged him to get a doctor to do it, if that's what it would take for him to forgive her and get the children back from his parents. That's how she found herself in Dr. Marsh's office.

She lay back on the doctor's gyno-table, as he secured her to the stirrups and immobilised her upper body. 'We don't want you jumping around, and having me cut too much off do we? Not that you will have much left that doesn't get cut off!' He smiled sadistically at his latest joke. 'I used to do this a lot to the girls of wealthy families back in the 1950's when they had been naughty and indulging in self-abuse, I'd explain how they had polluted their tender young bodies and how I would clean them. Now I just cut the odd Arab kid whose parents may live here but prefer the tradition ways of the Muslim faith. You don't get many of their women fucking around outside marriage do you?'

Susan ignored him as he started to stroke her clitoris. Despite what was about to happen the blood started to flow towards it and it enlarged.

' A bit sensitive isn't it?' Dr. Marsh said. 'Don't worry I can cure that. Here goes.'

Susan screamed. How could anything hurt that much? She carried on screaming. She broke out into a sweat and then clinical shock cut in.

The Doctor made a radical incision on either side of the clitoral ridge with his scalpel. He cut a U shaped incision around the top of the clitoris and went in deep to remove as much of the pubic nerve as possible. He cauterised the open blood vessels and then removed the small labia with accurate cuts as if he was removing the wings of a butterfly. Susan was shaking at this stage, the screaming had stopped but she still uttered a low moaning sound like a wounded animal, perhaps even a broken butterfly. Next the whole vulva area was stitched so as to reduce the vaginal opening.

One hour later Dr. Marsh delivered an unconscious Susan to Richards house and helped secure her naked, face down on the matrimonial bed, with her legs wide open, her vulva was taped shut to avoid infection. The doctor collected his fee and left. Richard sat naked in a chair and waited for Susan to regain consciousness.

Susan gradually became aware of her surroundings. She moved her head around and saw Richard sporting a huge erection.

'Please don't, not my poor cunt. Not when it's just been stitched. Please don't hurt me any more.'

Richard moved onto the bed behind her, spat on his hand and roughly rubbed it around her virgin anus.

'When the front door is locked, you have to be prepared to open the back door.' He said. 'I took your first virginity when we married and now I'm having this one as well.'

Beaten, circumcised and sodomised. What next? Her mouth bit into the pillow as once again she found herself screaming.........