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Sue's Story Part 3

I want to start by thanking the unknown author's submission to BME Extreme of Sue's Story (BME has lost the archive for all of 1999) from Feb. 1999 for the outstanding starting story. This is a continuation of Sue's tribulations as Part 3. You can read Part 2 on BME at "Sue's Story Part 2" from Feb. 2007.

A brief history: in Part 1 Sue went to the Middle East when she was 26 and got arrested for drug possession. She was sentenced to 25 years in jail and was to be subjected to the same rules that govern all women of their faith. On the second day she was forced to observe the circumcision of a fellow prisoner. She watched the full procedure getting wet as the labia were removed and came when the other prisoner's clit came off. She now understood what the judge meant by, "Subject to the same rules as the women of our faith". After the circumcision the warden offered to reduce her sentence to only two months if she would sacrifice the long red hair on her vulva by having her labia, clitoris, and her pubic skin with the hair intact removed and tanned for a woman who enjoys collecting cunts that are extremely hairy with big lips and clits. With no alternatives, she consented to the skinning of her sex.

In Part 2 Sue is fully aware of her own circumcision and continues from her perspective. The proceedings to remove the skin from my vulva along with my inner labia and clitoris all in a single piece were accomplished by first the partial removal of my labia and clit without any anesthetic working from the center of the vagina outward so that I would feel the pain to mentally accept the loss and to keep the parts connected to the rest of the skin. The additional removal of the skin was a small price to pay for the reduction of my sentence from 25 years to just 2 months; I was going to lose the other parts no matter what I decided. After healing I met another woman who had an even more extreme experience and who provided a beautiful tattoo covering the new scar.

Now Part 3. My last morning in jail; I'm brought to the warden's office. I was standing naked in front of the warden's desk as she viewed my changes from just two months ago. My head still had its fine red hair that had continued to grow now down to the middle of my back. I had lost weight except for my breasts that were large before my trip but now were way out of proportion with the rest of my frame as a DD cup with a significant sag. My waist had shrunk to only 21 inches that then flared to 38 inch hips. The mussels in my legs had atrophied because of the six weeks of constrained healing on the rack but the exercise to get me to walk again was beginning to add some curves in my calf and thighs. I also had to now ware high heels of at least 4 inches because my feet dropped and the tendons shortened as I lay on my back without movement. I was more satisfied with my figure now than before with a slim waist and legs that showed well in heals, the only negative was the sagg ing of my breasts. But the stretching was aggravated at night in my cell by my sucking and chewing my nipples as the only pleasure spot I had left after the circumcision, but I could never reach a full orgasm with just the nipple stimulation.

The warden interrupted my thoughts as she said, "It's been enjoyable having you here with us. I see that you have already begun to adapt to your new body with a beautiful tattoo. I have another treat for you as part of your departure. We are going to make a special stop on the way to the airport. The woman that paid for your early release would like to meet you." Still naked I was led to a van and strapped in the rear. I was made very uncomfortable by first having to sit on a large butt plug bolted to the bench stuck up by back hole. It was the first time something large and solid had been through that hole since twice a day on the rack and daily after that I had been given a very cleansing enema. Then a spreader bar was attached just below my knees keeping them well stretched and showing off my new tattoo. My arms were tied to each side of the van as if I was being crucified. I hoped this would be a short drive.

An hour later we stopped and I was slowly released with my hands first tied behind my back palm to palm. The last part was being forcefully pulled off the butt plug as my legs and arms had no feeling or strength after the restrained ride. A guard held me up on each side, holding my arms as if I had an ability to run away. We stood in an enclosed courtyard in front of a beautiful castle. A young naked eunuch boy, showing only a long scar where his cock and balls used to be and missing his left arm above the elbow, approached the warden, bowed, and spoke to her. We followed him into the home and arrived in a large study with a 20 foot high beamed ceiling, a large fireplace filled the wall opposite the door, mahogany shelves on one wall were filled with not books but trophy plaques and large clear ornate bottles, and a picture of the castle on the other. In the center of the room was a large chair with its back toward the door on a raised circular platform about 8 feet in diame ter and 24 inches higher than the floor. Around this platform were various devices that looked like they should be in a torture chamber not a nice study. As we approached the platform began to rotate and stopped facing us with a beautiful young woman sitting in the chair holding a control device.

"Welcome to my home." she said in perfect English with a slight British accent, "I am Connie Morre originally from London, the collector the warden has told you would shorten your prison stay in trade for a piece of your hide. It is I who had you skinned and if you look here next to my chair you can see the finished result of our house leather workers." There on a plaque was a mannequin torso cut off at the waist and well spread thighs mounted so that the vagina was the center of focus. On the mannequin was attached the life like skin that had been removed from between my legs. From just below the navel to around past my ass hole with all the beautiful long red hair carefully brushed to clearly show the vaginal opening with the labia, hood, and clitoris ready to be used in a constant act of love that I had lost forever. Connie said, "Look around and you will see the many trophies I have collected in the few short years I have been in this beautiful country. I am very th ankful that I met my late husband in college in Great Britain and followed him here even before I graduated. It was here that I discovered and nurtured the obsession I held with the sexual parts of both men and women and began to seriously collect them as you see. On this wall are the genitals of the men I have either known or purchased and had castrated or penectomized as I watched. The shelves are almost completely filled with over 500 pairs of testicles and 100 cocks, but only 5 sets are kept on the far wall as they were removed intact keeping everything together as they were once proudly worn. It was only recently that I began to try to keep everything in on piece as it was removed and preserved. This is where your contributions will be placed as we progress, but I get ahead of myself. The other side wall is decorated with a fine tapestry 20' tall and 30' wide on which thousands of clits, labia and nipples have been sewn in the design of this very castle as these w ere from the slaves or harem girls of my late husbands who sacrificed these in order to become part of the household. Around the tapestry are the mounted pubic bushes of the slaves I have bought and skinned. I was the only woman to remain here intact. But let us get back to you."

I was then taken by my guards to a nearby X frame and my feet spread and attached before my hands were untied and pulled up to the top corners and clamped into leather cuffs. The warden then came to stand in front of me and slowly ran her hands from my cheeks over my breasts to my new tattoo. "I will miss having you around the prison," she said, "but you will still be available to me here."

I could not believe my ears, I threw what little strength I had left into a violent tug against my wrist and ankle restraints but I was so weak that they didn't even creak. I screamed, "You can't do this, you promised I'd be released."

"And so you have," the warden answered, "Into the care of Mistress Connie. She will now take over your maintenance for your remaining sentence, it is a great deal for the state that made a large sum for your transfer but never knew of your sacrifice except for the court required circumcision. Mistress Connie and her late husband have long been strong supporters of the prisoner release program and have proven to never let a new member escape. Their treatment of the released prisoners was never questioned since the local magistrates had privileged access to the inner parts of their home. Some of the treatments may be seen around these walls. You see they have an extensive house of both prostitution and S&M providing both boys and girls to the wealthy travelers from around the world who come here to negotiate for our oil. You will be added to their stable. The men and women who come here as clients have no problems with adultery or homosexuality since all the slaves have bee n neutered and otherwise modified so that they are no longer considered either sex but available holes for use by everyone. I will return tomorrow to watch your further transformation." With that she turned toward Connie, gave her a kiss and left with her guards.

"You have had a demanding day so we will shortly give you some food and put you to bed, but first I will explain what will happen tomorrow so you may dream about it tonight," said Mistress Connie. She called in one of the slaves named Mieko and had her stand on the platform in front of me. Mieko came to the castle as the wife of a Japanese oil minister who brought her along, he told her, to give her a chance to see the world. In truth he had made a deal to trade his wife for a greater share of the oil that would be transferred directly to his account in South America. She came to learn of her new situation just as you are doing now. You are now a sex slave of the castle. You will be available to our guests, both male and female, for their total entertainment in every way and for every possible thrill that they want to experience. You will be marked as property of the castle with a brand in three different places in case one of them is removed by a client in a session; we hope at least one will remain. As you see on Mieko she has our mark of a crescent over a wave on her right breast, pubic mound, and left ass cheek. You will receive the same. You will be ringed as she is in your nipples, tongue, and septum the difference will be that since you no longer have your clit or labia we will place rings in your wrists, and behind your Achilles tendons. With this introduction to my new life I was taken to a cell deep in the basement. A bowl of stew and a glass of water were on the floor and the guard pointed to a covered bucket in the corner and said toilet. I was unable to eat or drink and curled up on the cot to contemplate what would happen in the morning.

I didn't think I could sleep, but in the morning the guard shook me and said time to go. Naked, I was placed in shackles, I was taken to a brightly lit courtyard with a large platform and a contraption in the center with many arms that all rotated as needed to match the body being held. The entire staff and other slaves were in the yard or looking down from windows. This was a mandatory show for all. I was slowly walked up to and placed before this massive restraining device. My arms were uncuffed and secured straight out from my shoulders and a belt cinched around my waist. In this position marks were placed all over me from my nose to my ankles. As the contraption was rotated my weight changed different placements, they were redrawn many times and checked for symmetry and depth. Once perfectly marked, every part of me was tied to some bar that was adjusted to fit my size. Finally my feet were unshackled; my knees bent to bring my feet up behind me and tied into place. Mistress Connie and another man arrived just as the last bonds were tightly placed on my legs. She said, "The doctor will now perform the next steps in your transformation to my property. He will start at your head and move around so that no one area becomes numb because of too much work at one time."

A large tray and brassier full of hot coals was brought up next to me. A eunuch boy stood next to the brassier working the bellows keeping the irons hot. The doctor picked up a dermal punch about a centimeter large and took my right ear. The placement was not on the lobe but the conch cartilage. I heard a crunch; a slight pain compared to what had already been done to me in prison, and saw a ring about 4 cm in diameter handed to the doctor. It was a light but strong material now hanging from my right ear. The same was done to my left. I was suddenly inverted with my feet now at the proper working height. The same punch was used to put even larger rings into my ankles behind my Achilles tendons. The rings would drag on the ground as I walked. Rotated again, my hands now in position, a different tool looking like a C-clamp with a sharp pin held in the threaded tightening part was placed at my wrist. Placement was up the arm between the two bones in the forearm as clo se to the wrist as possible. The doctor pinched hard to find the best place even with the marks as a guide. Satisfied, he started to turn the handle on the clamp driving the half cm spike through the marks. The pain was extreme and I shouted for him to stop. With the pin in place a large flat disk was welded to one side and the other received a ring. I could now be chained by my ears, arms and feet with no chance breaking away. Moved to face the doctor, a smaller punch was held before my eyes. The doctor grabbed my nose and pulled up on the side as far as he could. He placed the punch inside my nose against my septum and placed a piece of wood on the other side. A quick twist and push and a loud crunch I began to tear as if onions were stuffed into my eyes. I could barely see the ring being placed in the hole made by the punch. It fell on my upper lip and sticking my tongue straight out I hit the inside bottom of the ring. This would make eating difficult and suc king a cock takes special practice. I was instructed to open my mouth and my tongue was grabbed in a set of forceps. The same punch for my nose was pushed up through the tongue and a barbell screwed in place. I was raised up slightly and the doctor put my right nipple in the forceps. With a scalpel he made a hole and inserted a 2 ga, 2 cm diameter ring. The same was done to my left nipple. I was now ringed in my ears, nose, nipples, wrists, and ankles. But the worst was yet to come.

The doctor took a drink and I was given a bitter drink also. It was to keep me concuss but more out of it for the next brandings. I was rotated again, my ass would be first. The doctor took the wave brand first showed it to me as it glowed white from the fire but darkened to red then black as he waited for just the right temperature for the 5 second hold. He moved behind me and I felt the heat then a pain spread from my right cheek through my whole lower body as I screamed. He counted slowly then removed that iron and took up the crescent. Again holding it so I could watch the color change then moved behind. Heat then pain, I will never be able to sit again. I didn't even notice the movement to upright the doctor standing in front of me listing to my heart. "She is strong, a very good acquisition, we will receive much pleasure from her," said the doctor. He turned and picked a new wave brand again showing me the color change, but where this time? It was the upper s lope of my left breast that felt the increasing heat as I actually watched the iron approach my skin. Then contact and the smoke in my nose and eyes, I could not comprehend that this was actually me, the drugs from the drink had kicked in. A short time had passed and I saw the next crescent approach and touch again. I would be able to look down and see these marks forever, but I was not done. My new tattoo would be the last to be changed, a new scar on a recent pubic scar. I was raised and rotated a little so the doctor could stand between my knees. A wave iron came toward my crotch, the heat, then the strike, pain, smoke, odor and screaming. Just one more, the crescent came into view, slowly the doctor wanted to make this one last longer. Again he placed it perfectly above the wave centered just above the opening that had no more labia or clitoris. I heard the crowd cheer as the doctor stepped back from his newest work of art. I was given another drink, this one w as sweet, and I passed out.

To be continued.

"Note: The archive referred to can be found here.


submitted by: Anonymous
on: 05 June 2008
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