Cut off date

Emily sat in her cell, nervously fidgeting with the chain of her handcuffs behind her back. Her watch and all her other belongings had been taken away and she had no idea how much time had passed since the door in front of her had been closed. The only thing left were her shoes, jeans and t-shirt with the corny "live, laugh, love" print. She thought back at the last couple of days and wondered where it all went wrong. This was supposed to be a fun vaccation with her boyfriend. Two weeks away from all the stress, just lying on the beach and drinking a fancy cocktail. She should have never agreed to that "small detour" through the countryside, but John was able to convince her by making a sad face, like her puppy. She couldn´t have said no to those round dark eyes. Now she didn´t even know if he was still alive.

They were driving their rental car through a remote part of the land, about a hour from their hotel. "Are you sure you know where you are going? The GPS isn´t even responding anymore. We should go back." Emily tipped a few times on the screen, but the "connection lost" message remained. "Don´t worry, this guy from the souvenir shop told me about this amazing spot, he even showed me some pictures. You are going to love it, I promise!" She took a deep breath and leaned back into the seat. "Alright, but this better be something I´ll never forget." He smiled at her and drove on. Emily looked through the car window and at her reflection. She was a 21 year old petite woman with long blonde hair, tied into a pony tail. She was wearing tight jeans and a light pink t-shirt which emphasized her C coup breasts. Her pretty round face with bright brown eyes were a real head turner for all men and women around her. She and John were on a long awaited vaccation, all paid by his rich family.

After a few minutes John suddenly stopped the car after they turned a corner. Two big military looking vehicles were blocking the road and several geared up men were standing on the side. They turned their attention to the newly arrived couple. "W-what´s goin on here, John? Who are these guys?" John looked around. "I don´t know, maybe the police?" "They don´t look like police, look at their machine guns!" Emily replied. While they were still talking one of the men stepped next to the driver side window and knocked. John reluctantly rolled it down a few inches. Emily wanted to stop him, but was too late. The man spoke with a commanding voice "Who are you? Identify yourself, this is a controlled area!" John and Emily looked at each other for a second, unsure what to say. "W-we are just some tourists, we heard this is good spot to visit." The rest of the men who were standing on the road side came closer and surrounded the car. "I´m gonna need some identification. Passports! Now!" Intimidated they took out their wallets and stuck their IDs through the slit of the car window. The man outside grabbed and inspected them.

He switched his glances between the IDs and the couple a few times before he spoke again. "Are you married?" he asked in a harsh tone. "Ah... no, not yet. Is this important?" John replied. The man outside lifted his gun a bit. "You there, woman, are you a virgin?" Emily didn´t know what to say for a few seconds and just opend and closed her mouth. "I... what? Why are you...? How...?" Her eyes were fixed on the weapon and the stone cold face of the man. "... no, I´m not." She finally answered. "But what does that have to do with..." Before she could finish the sentence the man stepped back and shouted to his colleagues: "We got another one! Take them to the headquarter!" Before they knew what was happening the car window was broken and both of them got draged out onto the street. Emily was screaming and John tried to push the attackers back, but was quickly overpowered and restrained. They were trown in the back of seperate vans with prison cell like rooms and locked in.

She barely remembered how long they were driving or in which direction. Her phone was taken away, along with everything else she had in her pockets. She was banging her fist against the wall between her and the driver to get some answers, but noone answered. Who were these people, she wondered. Were they part of the gouvernment? Why were they abducting her and what did it have to do with her not beeing a virgin? Her mind was racing as she sat on a wooden bench, trying not to fall off from the shaking of the car. After an uncertain time the drive suddenly stopped and two men entered the small room. Before she could react they quickly grabbed ther hands and put them in cuffs behind her back and put a dark bag over her head. Her screams were muffled as she was half dragged and half pushed outside. She could not see where she was going and fell on her knees several times, each time beeing picked up again and lead into some sort of building. The bag was removed from her head and she was left alone in a tiny prison cell before she could ask any question. It was illuminated by a fluorecent light on the ceiling and had no windows, only a small chair in the corner.

After what must have been several hours she heard a clicking sound from the door, which opend shortly after. Emily looked up to a huge man in military clothing. She did not recognize him from the kidnapping event, maybe it was a commander? "What are you doing with..." she started asking while standing up when the man suddenly slapped her cheek with the back of his hand. Her head was spinning and she could barely stop herself from falling to the floor since her hands were still tied behind her back. "You will speak when you get permission from me, do you understand?" the man bellowed in an autoritative voice. Emily started to sob, but said nothing. "You are accused of entering our sacred land with a tainted body! The penalty for this grave crime is 20 years in prison!" The sentence struck her like a knife and she looked pleadingly up at him. He was about to turn away when he said "Unless... you want to reform yourself."

Emily didn´t know what the man was talking about, but she was grasping at straws. "Y-yes, please I´ll do anything, I`ll reform, I promise!" He gave a stern look and nodded his head. "Alright, your reformation will be tomorrow. We will see you then." With that said he finally turned around and locked her back in her cell. After she could no longer her any footsteps she relaxed a bit and sat down. "What do they mean by reform?" she thought. "What did I do wrong? Has it something to do with that weird question if I was a virgin?" She was also worried about John. Was he safe? Her body was aching and she laid down on the floor to fall into and uncomfortable sleep.

When Emily woke up again nothing much had changed. She was still on the floor with her hands tied behind her back. The only thing that felt different was a wet coldness. She turned around and noticed that she has pissed herself during the sleep. This had not happend since she was a small child and she felt embarrased. She didn´t have much time to think about it because the oddr in front of her suddenly opend and the man from yesterday stepped in. He noticed the wet pants and wrinkled his nose. "It´s time, we will go to clean you up and then your reformation will begin." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up and out of the cell. Emily stumbled along, trying not to fall over her weak legs. They were flanked by two guards with machine guns.

After a few minutes of walking they arrived in a room that looked like a shower of an indoor swimming pool. She was stopped and finally released from the cuffs. Her wrists were a bit scratched and she rubbed them. A plastic box was put down in front of her. "Take off all your clothes and put them in here!" the man commanded. Emily stared frightend at him and the two men standing next to the door. "I said take off your clothes!" he shouted, and the guards lifted their weapons, pointing at her. She started crying, but did what he said. First the drenched pants and then her pink blouse, followed by her bra and after a second of hesitation she pulled down her panties. She was now fully naked, covering her pussy and breasts with her hands. "Stand in the corner there!" he pointed behind her. Emily walked a few stepps back and was startled when she saw the man picked up a hose from the wall. She had barely time to prepare herself as she was hit by a stream of cold water. The stream ran up and down her body and she screamed. After what felt like an eternity the water stopped and she sank down to the floor holding onto her shivering body.

Something soft hit her in the face. It was a big towel. She grabbed it and began to dry herself, trying to cover as much of her body as she could. When she was finished she looked at the man in the hope of getting new clothes. Her dreams were shattered when he said: "Put the towel in the box with the rest of your stuff!" With trembling hands she dropped it in and stood back, covering herself with her hands again. The man grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along, back outside the door. "Come, we now go the the reformation room." Emily´s heart was racing, she had no idea what to expect. What kind of room was he talking about and why was she still naked? They were going through a few hallways, passing a few people along the way. She felt embarrasment from the stares she got. Since the man was holding her left arm in a strong grip she could only cover her pussy with her right hand.

After a long walk full of shame they finally arrived at their destination and he let her arm go. She was now in a room which looked like the the waiting area of a clinic. She didn´t dare to ask what was going to happen, she didn´t want to get slapped again. Yet a terrible feeling of dread formed in her stomach as a man in full surgical gear stepped out of the door in front of her. "Is this the patient?" he asked the commander pointing at Emily. "Yes, she agreed to a reformation instead of prison time. Call me when you are finished." He turned his head to the guards. "You two stay here and make sure she doesn´t get any funny ideas." Emily stared in disbelieve as the man walked away. "Come on in!" the doctor said, signaling she should follow him into the room he came from. Paniced she looked left and right, but the two guns in her back made her comply.

As she walked into the room she let out a terrified whimper. In the middle of the room she saw a contraption she recognized as a modified gynecological chair. She was in one before and knew of it´s main function, giving access to her pussy. However this chair was equipped with leather straps on all segments, she would not be able to move an inch once locked in. In addition to that there was a device she did not recognize, dangling from the ceiling above the head rest. It looked like oversized black diving goggles with a few cables going into the front. Three female nurses were also standing in the room, seemingly preparing various things. Emily stared in terror to the doctor. "Alright, please take a seat." he said, gesturing to the fearsome chair.

Emily didn´t move for a few seconds, then she turned around and wanted to run away. She didn´t come far because the two guards were right behind her. They grabbed her and dragged her kicking and screaming to the middle of the room and into the chair. Faster than she could believe she was completely immobile, sitting naked with spread legs and arms locked tight behind her back. She was shaking with fear and screamed: "LET ME GO, LET ME GOOOOO!" Her head was positioned in a way where she was looking straight up and also impossible to move. One of the nurses pinched Emilys cheeks to force her mouth open and quickly put in a spreader. She was now unable to close her mouth, in which the nurses now inserted two tubes. She felt her gag reflex and wanted to puke, but one of the tubes was already in her stomach and blocked the fluid from coming out. The other went in her trachea and forced her to breathe slower and also stopped her screaming. She was now in full panic as she felt something entering her urethra, emptying her bladder. Her vision became blurry and she was about to pass out when she felt a prick in her neck and jolted back to consciousness.

"Adrenalin injection connected." one of the nurses said. "She won´t pass out no matter what happens now." Emilys eyes were darting left and right, trying to see anything. Her focus went up as one of the nurses grabbed the goggles which were hanging above her and put them over Emilys eyes. The short period of darkness was interrupted as a bright light appeared in front of her. She felt something cold pulling on her eyelids, forcing her eyes open and a liquid dropped periodically to keep them moist. She now knew what it was. It was some sort of VR goggles which showed her a shaking view of something she did not understand at first. But after a few seconds the video feed stabilized and showed herself, lying naked and exposed in the chair. She could see gloved hands moving in front of it and she understood that the doctor must have mounted a camera on his head, which forced her to see his point of view. His gaze went over to the side to a tray full of surgical tools like scalpels, plier, foreceps and needles.

Emily wanted to scream, but the tube in her mouth didn´t allow her. She had a terrible suspicion what was about to happen, but didn´t want to believe it. The doctor sat down in front of her, between the legs close to her pussy. She could see the catheter in her peehole, filled with yellow fluid. "Ok, start the recording. Patient is a 21 year old inmate, who chose a reformation operation over a lenghty prison sentence. In order to purify her the standard procedure is recommended and the patient will be kept awake and aware of everything. The operation includes the removal of the labia minora and clitoris with subsequent sealing of the vagina entrance, except for a small hole for waste removal like urin or period blood." Emily wished she could escape, but there was no hope. The restraints were so thight she could not see any movement of herself on the screen in front of her, no matter how hard she pulled or pushed.

She thought back when she was in her cell and the man asked her if she wanted to be reformed. Why didn´t she ask what that meant? She felt so stupid and betrayed and scared beyond anything she had experienced before. Her thoughts were interrupted as the doctor touched her pussy, reminding her of the situation. He pulled on her labias and took a few measurements. "The incision will start at the bottom, going up and around the clitoral hood with enough materal left over to sew everything back together." Emily saw the doctor´s hand grabbing a pencil and drawing a line on her labias, indicating where the scalpel will go through. She felt her stomach turn and puke went cleanly through the tube out of her mouth. The doctor went on: "Then a hook will be inserted into the clitoris for a complete extraction. In case the patient is unaware, the clitoris is only the tip of a Y shaped organ that can be pulled out given the right incisions and force. It will be the most painful part, but also an important experience."

The screen in front of her eyes now showed a high resolution video of her marked pussy. The doctor wasted little time and grabbed a large scalpel from the tray, positioning it at the lower part of her left labia. The knife went through her flesh like through warm butter. It happend so fast she barely had time to react, she didn´t even fell pain at first. But the moment the cold steel sliced off her clitoral hood and blood ran down her inner thigh, it all came at once. Her crotch was on fire and her whole body cramped up. She wanted to scream and wake up from this nightmare, but it just went on, the tube in her throat regulating her breathing and blocking her vocal cords. The scalpel finally sliced off her remaining right labia and the doctor took the whole chunk of flesh and put it on another tray. Emily saw it lying there for a brief moment before the camera turned back to her mutilated vagina. Her eyes went over the few streams of blood to her now exposed clitoris, a pink nub in a sea of red.

But there was little time for her to relax, the screen panned back to the surgical tools and the gloved hand of the doctor grabbed something that looked like a fish hook. "Removal of the labia minora and clitoral hood was successful, now to the extraction of the clitoris." With the other hand he took a pair of pliers and pinched her most sensitive spot to fixate it, then pierced it with the bent needle. He then immediately used the scaplel to cut around the clit in a circular motion and pulled on the hook. Even through the anguish she felt between her legs a new sensation exploded like she never imagined was possible. It seared though her body, up her spine into her head, making her wish for death. Emily saw a long piece of bloddy meat comming out of the hole where her clitoris once was, while the drugs in her forced her to feel everything. Every muslce in her body was twitching as she sat there in her own personal hell, seeing her womanhood beeing ripped out.

The doctor put what was once Emilys clit next to the severed labias and pat her on the thigh. "You did good so far, we will now begin the sealing phase. First thing to do is to stop the bleeding." Emily watched his head turn around to one of the nurses who handed him a blow torch and a metal stick with a flat, round end. It turned on with a hissing sound and the flame heated the tip until it glowed in a dark red light. In the background she could see her shivering, sweaty body, the spread legs seemingly inviting the burning stick. The doctor moved closer, pulling the open wound apart with one hand and pressed the glowing end on the hole where her clit was pulled out of. Again she wanted to scream in agony and flail around, only to be forced to sit there and smell her burnt flesh. It made her sick in the stomach like nothing before, the tube extracting the little that was left in there.

After a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, the hot stick was removed, leaving behind a dark, smoking mark. Wasting no time, her torturer took a needle with thread from the tray and started sewing the bleeding remains of her labias together. Compared to everything that happend before, she barely felt the stings each time the needle made another loop. Her pussy was still pure agony as he made the last turn, transforming her once beautiful vagina into a thin bloddy line with only the catheter sticking out at the bottom. "Aaaand we are done, reformation surgery complete. The patient may now rest until everything is healed up." He stood up and took the camera from his head, but put it on a tripod a bit further away so Emily could see her whole naked body: Glistening from the sweat with spread legs, tubes in her mouth and the VR head set in front of her eyes. She saw one of the nurses taking a syringe and injecting her something which slowely numbed her senses until she finally lost consciousness.

A few days later Emily woke up. Her memories were fuzzy at first, she had trouble focusing her mind. Where was she again? "John and I are on vacation, right, I remember now." She attempted to get up, but her body was to weak. Yet this small movement sent a painful sensation from between her legs. Suddenly she remembered what had happend to her and panic swelled up in her chest. With all her strenght she lifted her hand and put it on her crotch. She felt a lot of gauze covering her like underpants. Emily forced her hand under the cloth, dreading what she might feel. She was breathing heavily and tears filled her eyes as her fingers moved over her closed slit, feeling the tiny bumps of the stitching. There was no pleasure anymore, just an occasional stinging from the healing wound.

After a while she had enough strenght to stand up and get out of the bed. The room she woke up in looked like it was part of a hospital, with a few heart rate monitors and other medical equipment. A milky tinted window brightend up the space, but she could not see outside. They had not given her any clothes beside the gauze covering her pussy, so she was just standing there half naked. A sudden noise made her turn towards the door, which was just beeing unlocked. Before she could do anything else, a familiar face appeared. "John!" she shouted and started to run towards him. Pain flooded the area between her legs and she started to fall, barely beeing caught by her boyfriend. "Hey hey, easy there, it´s fine, I´m here." Emily wrapped her arms around him. "John!" she cried "John, they... they cut off everything! My clit is gone! It´s GONE! They made me WATCH!" Tears ran down her face onto his shoulder. "I know, I have seen it, they showed me, too."

She looked him in the eyes. "We have to get out of here! We... we have to go to the police!" she whispered. John led her back to the bed and sat down with her. "Listen Emily, we cannot tell anyone about this. They know where we and our family members live. Your sister, my parents, everyone! They said if we tell anyone what happend here they will kill them all, you hear me!" She was breathing heavily and looked down. After a while she asked "What do we do now?" John stood up and walked toward the door. "You lay down and get some rest, we will be kept here for about ten more days, so you can heal. After that they said we are free to leave." Emily looked at him pleadingly. "Please don´t go, I´m scared!" He turned around opening the door and said "I´m sorry, but they only allowed me to speak to you for a short time and I don´t want to risk anything. I´ll see you later, I promise." With that he walked out and closed the door, which was then locked again.

One of the soldiers standing outside gave a signal. John took this jacket from a chair and followed him. "So, whats the status?" he asked the soldier. "Your hotel room has been prepared as you ordered, you can stay there until your woman has recovered. A care packet with antibiotics and disinfectants awaits you on your departure in case something happens after that." John noddod "And the recording?" The soldier opend one of his pockets and handed him a USB stick. "Everything is on here, including all the surveilance during the operation." They arrived in a luxurious apartment with a great view of the lake outside. "Let us know if there is anything else we can do for you." He extended one arm and shook Johns hand. "Pleasure doing business with you, again." With that said he stepped out and left John alone, who looked at the USB stick in his hand and smiled.