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DELIVERANCE This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. [ part 6 ] Cruel Research Daniel and Rachel Ackerman had always been in the habit of rising early. As students, it had given them extra time in which to study and, at work, the opportunity to be first to book the laboratory. Now though, sharing a room together for the first time since they were children, they were able to turn to each other before rising, renewing their love. In warmth and comfort, with no need to hide their love for each other, brother and sister came together. Wordlessly, but with perfect understanding, they changed positions and rode each other, admiring each other's naked bodies and gauging each other's pleasure before adopting yet another position. As if having to make up for the years of missed opportunities, their lovemaking would last several minutes, extended by frequent stops for fondling, kissing and changes of position until they cried out with pleasure, and their bodies arched into each other's, their genitals clasped together. Their passions sated, Daniel and Rachel stepped into shorts and tops to step outside and begin their morning ritual of running around the estate. Few but the local farmers saw them that early in the morning as they jogged along the tree lined avenues, keeping up a pace few could have sustained for that length of time. Returning to their shared accommodation, they helped each other shed their sweaty clothes and, as their passions rose once again, stepped jointly under the shower. Eighteen months apart yet so alike physically, the couple alternated in holding each other to the tiled walls, kissing and fondling each other’s bodies, and sucking each other’s genitals in preparation for yet another round of pleasure. Despite having climaxed earlier, their lovemaking was just as hard and strong, as they worked hard to bring about further mind-blowing orgasms. ****** It had taken several weeks to obtain all the equipment they wanted and needed. Then, there was all the other equipment Simon insisted upon having; the cameras and lighting needed to catch every detail of the cruel research, the tape recorder on which even the slightest groan would be heard, and then played back for their pleasure. Slowly, as the weeks went by, the equipment arrived and technical problems were overcome. Even without the equipment, the Ackerman’s were able to examine the children and note their observations in their journals. As such, they began discussing their approach. “Should we limit our research to one sex?” Daniel asked his sister. Rachel considered the point and then shook her head. “No! I believe that we can accurately deduce the response to pain in the different sexes quite quickly, and then of course our employer’s will want us to experiment on both,” she admitted. Daniel smiled and nodded. “We agree then! That we should concentrate all our research on their ability to cope with genital pain?” Daniel murmured. Rachel nodded, her cheeks beginning to burn, and blushed that much brighter when she saw Daniel was looking at her. “So it excites me. Doesn't it you?” she pressed. Daniel smiled. “Yes! But we must be careful our excitement doesn’t interfere with our research,” he warned. “Then! We must pace ourselves,” Rachel argued, with a smile. ****** Items of equipment arrived daily from the various suppliers and, for the first few weeks, Daniel and Rachel were kept busy installing each item and doing what tests they could to ensure each piece would stand up to the rigours of its intended use. Victoria and Simon were eager to help, but they could do very little as it was so technical. The Ackerman’s knew how eager their employers were to see the equipment being used, but whilst they shared in their eagerness, they had to consider the importance of installing all the equipment correctly. On the third week after the Ackerman’s arrival, the staff sat down to review the children’s journals. In addition to the notes, there were now explicit photographs, recording their response to the punishments and systematic sexual and medical abuse. Armed with this information, Daniel and Rachel felt they were ready to argue their concerns with their employers. “The problem is that these children have been brought up too softly, so when I attach an alligator clip to a girl’s clitoris, she feints and when I pass electricity through wires attached to a boy’s cock and balls, after the first shock, he screams whenever I go near the switch,” Daniel argued. “They’re weaklings!” Rachel spat, blushing brightly as she realised how closely she had become to sounding like the very people trying to eradicate her Jewish background. “What we require are children who can withstand real pain. We would then be able to measure their responses much more effectively,” she proclaimed. “I see! Well, I might be able to do something about that for you, but in the meantime, you can improve the children’s ability to take pain by using the special lemonade that my mother passed down to us.” She suggested. “Special lemonade?” Daniel murmured. “Yes! A lemonade that contains drugs, which ensures co-operation and significantly increases their sensitivity to both pain and pleasure,” Victoria explained. “But that will ruin our research!” Rachel complained. “We are in this for much more than your research,” Simon reminded her quietly. “At the moment, I have a company ready to copy the films you make, with a guarantee of selling at least one hundred of them at two guineas each,” he explained. “Wow!” Mary exclaimed. “Are there any children who stand out?” Daniel asked. “Yes! Samantha and Sophia the twins, and Richard would be ideal for your research,” Mary told them. Daniel and Rachel looked at each other, a smile slowly creeping over their faces. “Anyone else?” Rachel asked excitedly. “Yes! Charlotte Williams,” Miss Baker suggested, opening the girl’s journal so that they could see all the photographs of the naked girl standing face on, to the side and with her back to the camera. “What makes her so special?” Victoria asked. “She’s a little tart! Always pleasuring herself,” Mary interrupted. “Her father left years ago, just turns up now and again when he needs money or a place to sleep. Her mother likes her gin more than the men she brings home to pay for it. So they aren't going to notice if her clitoris has been trimmed when she returns home,” Miss Baker argued, her face flushed with the very thought of it. “Well! There are various ways we can do that, some of which can be done in stages, allowing each stage of the surgery to be enjoyed by everyone before we undertake the next,” Daniel told them, Rachel nodding and licking her lips. “We saw similar experiments in Germany,” Rachel said, her excitement communicating to those listening. “Experiments to alter the anatomy, specifically the genitals” she murmured, her breath loud and fast. Daniel moaned, his eyes glazing over with the memory. Those around the table licked their lips; their imagination filling in all the details that Daniel and Rachel seemed disinclined to talk about. ****** Finally, satisfied that all was ready, the couple put on their white doctor’s coats and waited excitedly for their first patient. It wasn’t very long before Miss Baker marched a nervous little girl into the room. “This is Charlotte Williams,” Miss Baker announced. Looking at the photographs in her journal, Rachel noticed that not only had the child’s hair grown since her arrival but that she had put on a little weight, yet she still remained very attractive. “How old are you, Charlotte?” Rachel asked. “Twelve, Miss,” she answered nervously. “Did you drink all the lemonade?” Rachel asked, with a smile. “Oh Yes! Thank you, Miss,” Charlotte replied. “Come now! We have to get you ready,” Rachel told the child, smiling to put her at ease as she led her into the surgery leaving Daniel to thank Miss Baker. The cameras, some of them hidden, some not, came on when the lights in the surgery were switched on and needed no further attention. “Has she been prepared?” Daniel asked Miss Baker. “Yes! I’ve plucked out the few pubic hairs she had grown,” Miss Baker told him, with a broad grin. “Good!” Daniel said, as he turned to enter the surgery. Charlotte was half undressed when Daniel entered, and hesitated for a moment before continuing to undress and reveal a lovely bottom and a hairless pubis. “Do you plan to use an anaesthetic?” Rachel asked. “No! I don’t see the point, not now she has had the lemonade,” Daniel argued. Rachel went to a cabinet and returned with the various clamps; knives and swabs required placed on a covered trolley, whilst Daniel helped the girl to mount the leather surgical chair. Wriggling her little bottom down the contoured seat Charlotte placed her knees into the hollows of the metal extensions, allowing him to draw her thighs wide apart and leave access to her exposed pubis. “She is pretty, isn’t she Daniel?” Rachel asked, caressing the girl’s nipples and looking wantonly into her eyes. “Yes! She certainly is,” Daniel, replied, moving away so that the cameras could capture the child’s loveliness. “We have chosen well for our first patient,” Rachel said, as Daniel pressed the outer edges of the girl’s labia so they swelled outwards to see how mature her inner labia had become. “What are you going to do to me?” Charlotte asked timidly. “Something to make you feel better!” Rachel said, smiling assuredly as she slipped a blindfold over the child’s eyes and secured her to the chair so she wouldn't fall out, but more importantly so that she couldn’t interfere. “But I feel alright now,” Charlotte said, her voice little more than a whimper as she tested her bonds, her nervousness starting to grow as she realised that there was no escape. “Well! This will make you feel even better,” Daniel said, stepping aside so that he could tilt the chair back, then alter the angle of her thighs so they were not only slightly raised at her knees but, more importantly, angled out so that they weren’t in the way. “Please don't,” Charlotte begged, intuitively knowing it was going to hurt. Tears started to appear from under her blindfold; tears Daniel and Rachel both hoped that the cameras were catching. Sitting on a low stool between her parted thighs, Daniel started to rub surgical alcohol into the recently plucked pubis, smiling when she gasped and struggled with the sting. “Keep still!” he ordered. “Should we gag her?” he asked his sister. “No! I don’t see the point,” she replied, with a shrug. “The surgery is soundproofed,” Rachel said, as she passed her brother the first of the five scissor-like clamps from the trolley. Daniel took the clamp and then secured it over one side of the labia, letting it's weight drag her puffy lip back before doing the same to her other side. Charlotte panted with nervousness, trying desperately to close her thighs and defend herself. “Do you know what 'circumcision' means Charlotte?” he asked, applying more alcohol to the uncovered area of her vulva, using the next two, smaller, clamps, to hold back her Labia Minora. Charlotte shook her head, her blindfold stopping her from seeing the little scissors that Rachel held ready to pass to her brother. Fright compressed her breasts, but the sudden patting of Daniel's finger on her clitoris hood made her breath explode. Intense and hot sensations raced through her belly, where a moment before it had been cold with fear. “Is it rising?” Rachel asked, leaning forward for a closer look. Daniel tapped the hood a second time and nodded, his critical eyes noticing the new glow to her flesh and the swelling that accompanied it. Daniel took the scissors from Rachel and inhaled, excited by the girl’s crying and her attempts to struggle free. “Be ready with swab and clamp,” he murmured, ignoring the hot bar of iron between his legs as he concentrated on the thick hood of flesh that, even in her arousal, obscured all but the gleaming match-head of her clitoris. Rachel nodded and felt her own cunt bloom. The scissors hovered as Daniel elected to draw the thick hood forward, drawing it out until it was taut, until Charlotte had made to lift her pelvis within her restraints and sob with the pressure he had created. At that point, he placed the scissors at the apex of the hood and smartly cut through the hole. Charlotte's screams filled the small room and her lurch backwards almost moved the heavy chair she was fastened to. Blood quickly flowed away to show Daniel how much he had cut, and he slid the scissors down, electing to cut deeper along the hood. Then, with the hood cut open, he cut along the base; travelling round the clitoris to remove each flap of skin at the point they opened to become her Labia Minora. He reached up and his sister replaced the scissors with a swab. He swept blood away, the newly applied alcohol bringing a fresh ear-piercing scream from the sobbing young girl. Daniel ignored her and reached up for the last clamp, one that would fit loosely over her clitoris, but enough to compress the cut flesh and reduce the bleeding until it could naturally clot. With that in place he sighed and looked up. Charlotte's tear stained face met his as she shook her head from side to side, trying to rid herself of the blindfold so she could look down and see what he had done. Rachel helped Charlotte to get down from the chair but the girl feinted and had to be carried through to the infirmary. ****** Samantha and Sophia walked hand in hand along the short path to the infirmary where Rachel was waiting at the door. “I hope you’re not too frightened,” she said, noticing how nervous they looked. “A little bit, Miss,” Sophia, admitted. She often spoke for the two of them, as Samantha would often be seen whispering in her sister’s ear. “Well! You’ll soon get over that,” Rachel said as she escorted them through to the surgery where Daniel was waiting. “These pretty little girls are Samantha and Sophia, and they are the identical twins that we have heard so much about,” Rachel announced, pushing them both forward so her brother could see them better. “Hello!” Daniel said. They looked so sweet as they nervously looked round the surgery at all the strange equipment and furniture and the tools and devices that were openly displayed in the glass cabinets. “How old are you?” Daniel asked. “Eleven, Sir” Sophia replied, the only distinguishing feature between them being the brightly coloured clips they wore to hold their unruly hair back. “Have you had your lemonade?” Rachel asked them. “Oh yes! Thank you, Miss,” they chorused. “Well! What do you think of my office?” Daniel asked. “It's a bit strange,” Sophia told him. “Yes it is, isn’t it, but it’s ideal for playing games,” Daniel replied. “Games!” Samantha exclaimed, more with surprise than anything else. “I am told that you are always getting into trouble, is that true?” Rachel asked. “Yes! Miss Baker punishes us both at the same time because she says she finds it difficult to be sure which one of us has been naughty,” Sophia replied. “I see! When were last punished?” Daniel asked, not at all surprised that Miss Baker would think of such a wonderful excuse. “Last night, Sir,” Sophia replied. “Why did she punish you?” Daniel asked. “She told us, that Miss Reed suspected that one of us, she didn’t know which, was masturbating, when we were supposed to be gardening,” Sophia replied. “I see! How did she punish you?” Rachel asked, excitedly. “Miss, it was awful! Miss Baker made us masturbate each other, whilst she whipped our bottoms and thighs,” Sophia said, the signs of tears beginning to show on her pretty little face. “Undress! Daniel ordered. “You’re not going to hurt us, are you?” Sophia asked, as they started to remove their clothes, the signs of their recent punishment clearly visible on their lovely bottoms and thighs. Finally they were naked and vulnerable, and unaware of the nature of the cruel research they were about to undergo. “Stop asking so many questions and do as you are told!” Rachel said, curtly. “Oh Please! Not so soon after our last punishment,” Sophia pleaded her whimpering starting to make Samantha cry also. Daniel moved a strange looking object into the centre of the surgery and Sophia and Samantha were lifted into the funny seats facing each other, the material much like a hammock only supporting their thighs, bottoms and backs. The material held them as well as supported them, so they sat in the strange fabric, with their thighs parted by it, and their arms held out by their sides, swaying slightly and looking nervously at each other for support. Daniel fetched a covered trolley from the corner of the surgery and placed it next to the twins. It was a strange shape and had several wires protruding from under the cover. “Now! There's nothing to worry about,” Rachel told a very nervous Samantha, as she knelt beside her and inserted a cold glass object into her cunt where it nestled between her labia and acted like a wedge. It quickly warmed up and the flat metal on each side of the wedge went unobserved by the child but for the slender wires that led to the object on the trolley. “The cold will soon disappear,” Daniel told Sophia as he inserted an identical glass object into her little cunt. A quick check that the wires wouldn't become loose with all the struggling, and he stepped back to let Rachel take over. Daniel knew that girls tended to trust Rachel more than him, which of course was a mistake, as she had a passion for little girls, and was often much more sadistic to them than he was. He flicked the switch and the machine hummed, dead meters coming to life to show a steady main input and zero output. “Six volts, half an amp,” Daniel murmured. “Now!” she told him, the girl’s attention fully on her. A switch was flicked and the twins struggled in unison as the current passed into their little cunnies. Their expressions were a picture as they both experienced the shock at the same time. “Feel it tingle?” Rachel asked. The girls nodded and stared at her. Samantha squirmed, a first outward sign of her arousal and one that Daniel quickly noted. Sophia was next, and seeing her sister doing it, allowed herself to do it also, her breath quickening as she released her normal reserve. “Going to nine and three,” Daniel murmured. The dials turned and the girls cried out again, their bodies jerking uncontrollably and their breaths panting. “How lovely,” Rachel murmured, the glass instruments letting her see just how flushed and open the girl’s cunnies had become. The girls continued to jerk, held by the current continuing to flow through them. When it was turned off, they lay panting and gasping, their eyes mirroring their surprise and awe. “Didn't hurt, did it?” Rachel asked. “No, Miss” They chorused. “Up three, plus two,” he murmured to himself, working the dials and taking notes. Daniel looked towards Rachel and then pressed the switch. With little squeals, the twins jerked their bottoms up into the air and held them there, shaking like leaves as the torrent of sensations flooded their innocent little cunts. When the power was turned off, they collapsed into their seats, panting, both with flesh flushes of excitement. “We'll need photographic evidence,” Daniel said. Rachel nodded and eagerly leant over Samantha to withdraw the glass instrument from her. Daniel did the same with Sophia and both adults then looked pleasurably upon the moist and swollen cunts of the two little girls. Lifting the girls up under their bottoms, they held them up so the cameras could fully record how excited the twins had become by this part of their research. “See how dilated their vagina's have become?” Daniel murmured, his fingers on the edge, framing it for the cameras. “Yes! You can see their hymens,” Rachel marvelled. “Look how their clitorises have become swollen,” Daniel said. Their long hoods had swollen outward and still their clitorises protruded, bright and swollen with flooded blood. “We'll have to devise a means of measuring them at their peek,” Rachel breathed. “We need a less visible means of keeping them from jerking upwards as well,” he murmured. “Perhaps! A hook fastened to the chair and slid into their anuses?” Rachel wondered, still gazing adorably at the little pink cunts in front of her, marvelling at how wet they had become. “We will find a way,” he reasoned while the girls slowly recovered and looked towards the adults, their young eyes begging for more naughty games to play. “You liked that, didn't you?” Rachel asked them, reaching out to draw Samantha to her to cuddle the girl and stroke her marvellously smooth skin. “Yes! It was a nice feeling, Miss,” Samantha agreed timidly. “Do you want to play another game?” Daniel asked. Samantha glanced at her sister and Sophia looked towards the glass object that had given her so much pleasure. “Alright,” she said, a finger innocently going down to hook into the apex of her cunt and gently pull at it. Daniel and Rachel looked at each other excitedly and then placed the glass objects back into their aroused little cunts. “Now listen! This game will last for ten minutes. The winner will be the one who keeps the glass object in the longest,” Daniel told them. The twins giggled and grinned towards one another, both eager to beat each other at this naughty game. Daniel handed his sister a clipboard so she could note Samantha’s responses to their cruel research whilst he noted Sophia’s. “Are you ready?” Daniel asked. The girls nodded and he flicked the switch. Sophia gripped the glass toy and squealed, her eyes and mouth held wide as the current rushed through her. Seconds passed before she started to jerk and pant for breath, her body continuing to shake with all the pleasurable sensations deep in her cunt. Samantha stared at her sister’s reaction and looked down at her own toy, a glimmer of nervousness in her eyes. “You don't want to lose, do you?” Rachel urged. Like her sister, the electricity rushing through her cunt was making her jerk and squeal until she pushed the toy out, dragging in breath and staring dazedly at her sister. “Did you orgasm?” Sophia asked, a word she had picked up since coming to the Priory and was starting to use more and more. “Who’s winning?” Samantha asked, as she blushed and shook her head. “I don't know,” Daniel told them. “We'll compare notes when the ten minutes are up,” Rachel told them. The glass toy replaced, Samantha jerked and stiffened as the torrent of sensations raced through her cunt, driving her harshly towards an orgasm. Sophia whimpered as she watched Samantha racing away with the prize. Daniel and Rachel watched spellbound as the twins gritted their teeth and stared at each other, their bodies shaking with the electricity rushing through their tender little cunts, their cries now becoming shrill screams as their toes curled and powerful orgasms threatened to engulf them. Then they were there, Sophia first, screaming as the massive orgasm tore through her. Then Samantha, her scream ending abruptly to begin a new one, long and drawn out as she fell backwards, by chance her thighs remaining open so that the camera could capture the lovely spurt of juice that then flowed down to gleam around her bottom. “Good girls! You did well,” Rachel told them both, joining Daniel in giving them both a big hug and then making sure that the cameras had captured every moment of the twins ordeal. ****** The Ackerman’s were busy reviewing their research when a feint knock interrupted them, and a young boy popped his head around the surgery door. “Come in!” Rachel told him. “Please, Miss! I’ve been sent by Miss Park,” he explained. “What’s your name?” Daniel asked. “Richard Carter, Sir” he replied nervously. Opening the boy’s journal, Daniel read the notes and looked with some excitement at his photographs, whilst Rachel smiled and helped to put the boy at ease. “How old are you?” Rachel asked. “Thirteen, Miss” Richard replied. “So! Why has Miss Park sent you?” Daniel asked. “Please, Miss! She told me to give you this,” Richard said, passing a sealed note to Rachel. Rachel read the note and then passed it to her brother with a smile. “Richard! Miss Park says in her note that when you masturbate you find it difficult to ejaculate even though your balls are full to bursting, is that correct?” Daniel asked. “Yes, Sir,” Richard replied, his head lowered in embarrassment. “Well my boy! That’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but it is going to require some drastic treatment,” Daniel said, as he looked at his sister who was trying her best to comfort the nervous boy. “Please, Sir! What are you going to do?” Richard asked nervously. “Never you mind! Just you do as you are told, do you understand?” Daniel snapped. “Yes, Sir” Richard replied. “Right! Let’s get a better look at you,” Rachel said, pulling the boy out of the way so that Daniel could drag a wooden horse complete with saddle and stirrups and a covered trolley out into the middle of the surgery. Rachel smiled as she pulled the nervous boy’s shorts and pants down so that she could see the problem. Within seconds his handsome cock had become erect from her rough handling and she was indeed able to see that his balls were painful swollen. “Do you know what this is?” Daniel asked the boy. “Yes, Sir! It’s a masturbation saddle,” Richard answered. “Have you ridden one before, Richard?” Rachel asked. “Yes, Miss,” Richard, replied. “Mount!” Rachel ordered. Richard mounted the horse and placed his feet firmly in the stirrups before settling down into the saddle. The wide girth ensured that his thighs were widely parted so that his anus was accessible between his bottom cheeks. “Now! Lift your bottom up,” Daniel ordered, placing a metal anal plug with a wire attached to it up against his anus and pushing it firmly until it came into contact with the boy’s sensitive prostate gland. “What’s that for?” Richard asked nervously, the cold metal having the effect of making him want to expel it urgently. “Never you mind!” Daniel told him sharply, connecting the wire to the machine on the trolley. “Now Richard! Place your cock through the hole in the saddle,” Rachel told him. “Good! Now masturbate,” Daniel ordered. Richard’s face was a picture of youthful excitement as he masturbated his cock back and forth through the hole in the saddle. “You have a handsome cock,” Rachel whispered, trying to feed on his pride to help increase his pleasure. Licking his lips, he began to ride now, doing his best to ignore the rough leather of the saddle that was rubbing painfully against his bottom. “Don’t slow down,” Daniel ordered, turning the dial to send pulses of electricity into his prostate, causing him to jerk uncontrollably. Rachel spanked his lovely bottom with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other, and it wasn’t very long before the pain of the cruel treatment had the desired effect. Eyes and mouth wide, Richard shook as he ejaculated, the pain helping to stimulate his balls to empty. His seed raced upwards, burning him like never before as he jerked uncontrollably astride the horse. Daniel helped the boy dismount and Rachel helped him clean up before they sent him back to Miss Park content that they had indeed cured him, for the time being at least. Like in all their research, the cameras captured the boy’s treatment and notes were entered into his journal for future use. ****** Charlotte timidly knocked on the door of the surgery and stepped in, her heart quickening when Mr Ackerman pointed to the leather chair. “Up you get!” Daniel told her, waiting until she was in the correct position before tilting it back and then pulling his stool between her widely parted thighs to examine her recent surgery. “How long has it been since your last visit, two weeks?” Rachel asked. “Yes Miss,” Charlotte replied, her breath starting to catch as she felt her clitoris grow under the rough inspection. It was like that now, swelling and growing at the least provocation, the highly sensitive length of flesh making it difficult for her to do anything but touch herself until the waves of pleasure had come, enough to numb it and then send it shrinking again, until next time. It was embarrassing, having to do it wherever it occurred, no matter where or with whom she was with. Much to her dreadful embarrassment, friends would call to each other, urging them to come watch the show, and all she could do was turn her head away, trying to ignore them while concentrating on satisfying the little knob of flesh that now ruled her life. Daniel had the perfect view of it swelling. Without a hood to hide or protect it, her clitoris quickly swelled and stiffened, the soft and tender flesh darkening with the blood that entered it. “Masturbate!” Daniel ordered her. Charlotte was already panting in her arousal and quickly licked two fingers wet before sending them directly to her unprotected clitoris. Daniel and Rachel watched, amazed, as Charlotte rapidly rubbed her two fingers back and forth over her unprotected clitoris. In moments her thighs were rising as the tension of her orgasm came upon her, stiffening her in its hold as it raced upwards to claim her. Then, as suddenly as it had arrived, it had gone and Charlotte was licking her fingers and looking up at them expectantly, her thighs open so they could admire how her clitoris had seemingly dissolved and shrunk. “So, what do you think?” Daniel asked his sister. Rachel leant over the girl to run her fingers over the child's outer labia. She prodded the flesh, and then gripped the apex between her finger and thumb, gauging the limits of the thick lips. “Should be easy enough,” she commented. “Would you like to do it?” he asked. Rachel gasped and looked at her brother excitedly. “Oh, yes please!” she gasped. They lay the girl down, lifting her with a pad beneath her bottom, then fastened and restrained her before wiping her pubis and vulva with an alcohol swab. Charlotte's little whimpering grew louder as she watched knives of various sizes and surgical compresses being taken from cabinets and placed ready on a tray. “You won't feel a thing Charlotte,” Rachel told her, preparing a local anaesthetic in two syringes, one for each puffy lipped labia. “But it will hurt, I know it will,” Charlotte complained, her body struggling as she tested her bonds. “It will! If you don’t co-operate,” Daniel told her, coming across with the tray and tightening the straps that crossed her waist and held her thighs and ankles secure. He wasn't too worried about her struggling, in fact, that would look more exciting to those watching the film. Just as long as her little cunt was held steady so the cutting away of her labia majora would be clean and straightforward. “Right!” Rachel sucked in a deep and steadying breath, then took up the first syringe and plunged it into one side of the child's cunt. Charlotte gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the sharp pain of the needle being inserted into her sensitive labia. Then with a rush of hot liquid fanning through her, it made her want to open her thighs even wider. “Look! Her clitoris is growing again,” Rachel giggled, flushed with her own excitement. “Don't worry! Prepare the other side,” Daniel instructed, peering over her for a better look at the swelling morsel of flesh. Rachel plunged the other needle into Charlotte's vulva and emptied the contents of the local anaesthetic, smiling as she saw the girl’s clitoris stop growing and reverse as the anaesthetic left her numb. “Looks good!” Daniel complemented her. “Is she ready?” he asked. Rachel took hold of the girl’s clitoris and pinched hard, but she continued to pant as if nothing had happened, her whole crotch now numb to her. “Good! Now proceed,” Daniel told her, passing the smallest of the knives. Seeing the knife, Charlotte stiffened in anticipation of the pain, but felt nothing as Rachel used the sharp blade to cut around the flesh she intended to exorcise, leaving just the inner side uncut. Bright blood sprung up around the fine cut that outlined the area to be removed. She did the same to the other side, drawing flesh from the girl’s inner labia to ensure a close division between the two, then held her hand out for a pad. “That looks good!” Daniel murmured, eyeing the cut critically while ignoring the wails and loud screams from their patient. “We now want to draw the skin away so we can use it to cover the wound after the labia's removal,” he reminded her. Rachel nodded and took a fresh knife for the paring process, cutting under the flesh as she drew it away until the sobbing, wailing girl's labia was just red meat to either side of her slit, and two wings of flesh hung from her, ready to be sewn back afterwards. With some more cotton wool, she cleaned away the blood and stood to one side so the camera would have a perfect view of the raw vulva, ready for dissecting. “Get to know it by feel, so that you can judge what to part,” Daniel suggested as Charlotte gave up her struggling to just lie back and cry. Seated between her thighs, Rachel paid attention to her brother and slid her fingers over the curved meat of the child's vulva, feeling it's contours and judging, by pulling on it, where to cut. “Ready,” she told him, a hand held out for a fresh knife. “Smoothly,” Daniel urged. Charlotte, seeing the passing of the knife, wailed anew, once more trying in vein to escape. Scream followed scream as she continued to fight for breath, her upper body thrashing inside the limits of her bonds while her cunt remained perfectly presented. Rachel pulled the girl’s resilient flesh, holding it tightly, and then cutting beneath. Charlotte shrieked, feeling no pain, but just the sudden release of tension that told her something had been cut away. Pulling continuously, Rachel cut lower and lower, finally cutting the tail of her left sex lip to pass it to the plate her brother held out to her. “Very nice,” he breathed, watching her wipe away the free flowing blood to reveal flat meat beneath it. She laid the flap of skin upon it, and then reached for the remaining labia, pulling on it as she had the last. Exhausted, Charlotte lay, bound on her back, sobbing and crying as the feeling of detachment came over her again. Rachel leaned away to let the camera record the knife sliding smoothly between labia and crotch, removing the flesh to leave flat meat behind. With the second piece of labia joining the first on the plate, Rachel carefully arranged the flap of skin over Charlotte's raw wounds and pulled it flat before sewing it in place. When she stepped away, the camera recorded the girl’s new cunt; the shaft of her clitoris protruding from a flat base of pale skin while, directly behind it, slim inner labia, coral pink, were now totally nude, no longer half hidden by their thicker, prouder outer lips that were now gone. “That's going to look so good, once the stitches are removed,” Daniel breathed, complementing his sister. “Please,” Rachel panted, her hands covered in blood. “Take me, now, like this!” she panted. With a feral grin Daniel jumped upon his sister, carrying her to the floor as he ripped her doctor’s coat open and mauled her in front of the wide-eyed child. Crying out, she spread her thighs and thrust her crotch up at him, welcoming his rough caresses as she lifted her blood sticky fingers to her mouth and licked them. In her imagination, her brother had circumcised her then ravished her whilst she was still bloody and raw, thrusting his hard cock into her time and time again. |