Christine goes to America
clitoridectomy
Christine displays her trophies and sets out to collect more
Christine goes to America

I met Christine at the centre. We sat and had tea in the inner courtyard. She
was more neatly dressed than usual. Her normal shapeless black jalabaya was
gone. She wore a fawn robe, which did extend to the foor, but was waisted and
showed an inkling of her petite figure. From the high neck to the robe she
pulled out the necklace of her trophies. There were four crystal balls. Each
was 5/8 of a sphere. Attached the gilt back of each was a victim’s clitoris.
They were arranged with the largest to the centre.

“I hear you had your revenge on the group, who tormented you.”

‘I think you can see the revenge,’ she replied, ‘But there’s one missing.’

‘Philomena has left the country. I think you’ll have to give her up.’

“Oh no, I’m off to America. I intend to return with her clitoris dangling in
my necklace. It’ll make a nice centre piece.’

Christine smiled. It was only when she contemplated cutting off another
woman’s clitoris, that happiness crossed her face.

“Do you know where she is?’’

‘Not yet, but I’ll track her down.’

‘If she finds out what you’ve done to her friends, she’ll be on her guard.’

‘I’m sure one of them will be in contact. I didn’t render them dumb, just
sexless.’

“I’m not sure that Sue and the others approve of your actions.’

‘Don’t kid yourself. No woman without a clitoris wants others to keep theirs.
I am just more straightforward about it. Anyway if my arrangements for them do
not work out, the Centre will soon be getting new members.’

‘What arrangements?’

‘I have found places for them in rich families in Upper Egypt and the Sudan.
They can look after and teach the children of the families. Given their
treatment, the wives will not feel threatened by the them. The Nubian nurses
will deliver them in a few days.’

‘Nubians?’

‘Oh yes, they will have had the full works. I only did the first part. I left
the Nubians to excise the inner labia and to infibulate them. They will be
incapable of intercourse.’

‘Maybe they won’t like their new roles and will escape.’

‘They can always come here and become members. Perhaps you can create a higher
grade of membership for the Pharaonically circumcised.’

“They won’t be happy to see you here.’

‘Probably not, but I’m off to New York tomorrow. I’ll be long gone.’

She looked out over the centre courtyard and said, ‘I’ll miss the place, but
it is time to move on.’

“Is your husband going to miss you?’

‘No, he won’t. He’s more embarrassed about our once a month coitus than I am.
He knows what his mother did to me and he feels guilty. He can’t enjoy it at
all. At least I enjoy the stretching.’

‘Do you want me to come and see you off?’

‘Oh yes, and I’ll show you my bag of tricks, before I pack them.’

Christine was flying at some ungodly hour of the morning, so I arrived at her
place at midnight. She openned the door and beckoned me in. Her husband and
his other wife were in bed asleep.

‘Come in. I’ve got a number of things to show you. Sal and Marion helped me
put them together.’

Spread on a table were a number of instruments. The included four scalpels, a
number of clips with ring attachments, four wire rings with handles, nail
clippers and a set of small clamps.

‘I am particularly pleased with these.’ She showed picked up one of the
handles with a wire ring at the top. The ring was only a centimetre in
diameter. She pulled a little lever on the handle and ring contracted
completely. “It’s very sharp. It might take your finger off. A clitoris has no
chance.’

She had also got some leather straps and bondage equipment.

‘Your not taking that as hand luggage?”

‘Regrettably no. Although I will fantasise about doing one of the stewardesses
as we travel. I don’t think anyone has done a clitoridectomy at 40,000 feet.’

She packed the lot away. The taxi arrived and we set off for the airport. She
checked in her bags, and walked with me for a coffee.

‘You gave me a new lease of life,’ she said.

‘By asking you to cut off my clitoris?’

‘Yes. I have never felt so excited as when I watched you squirm, pleading for
me to cut it off. The exhiliration at the moment of excision was ecstatic.’

‘Didn’t Andrea turn you on?’

‘Yes, but not as much. She was more assertive. You were much more vulnerable.
I liked the power. Anyway, you were my first!’

She leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. Pulling away she smiled and
said, “But I did enjoy doing four at once. I squelched all the way home after
doing them. I now have a mission in life, which is also a passion.”

We walked to the departure gate. She looked up at me, squeezed me round the
waist and kissed me again. Then she went off.

  

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