School Examination [F]
Submission Date: 2009-02-17By: Theo Norton (theonorton@yahoo.com)

[Clitoridectomy] [Gay] [Minor]flag - Fiction

This school medical exam has far reaching consequences in its implementation of a mysterious government policy.

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Emily’s face turned red when she noticed her nipples becoming hard in response to the cold hallway. Her embarrassment persisted even though she knew the other girls in the hallway faced the same predicament. Emily had always hated school medical examinations. She would have much preferred a more private setting, but the school had its policies. Every April 16th when the girls came to school they were instructed to strip and leave their clothes in their lockers before lining up for the medical exam. This was done to ensure efficiency. The girls were then lined by age, with the youngest up front. The only reprieve for Emily was the fact that the boys were prohibited from attending on Girls Medical Day, just as the girls were when it was the boys' turn the next day.

As if that were not enough Emily and all the other girls near her in line had an added worry today. Emily was in her final year at the school and she and her classmates were all wondering whether they would emerge from the nurses office unscathed. But at least a few of them would not. This unlucky group would be led out the back way to the hospital, where they would be permanently separated from their clits. Emily shuddered as she though of it.

So far no one from her grade had entered the room. However, Nicole was just two people away. Emily stood near the end of her grade, the group of 24 girls who looked much more concerned than their younger counterparts. Emily stood 18th in line. She knew that once her grade began to file in one by one her already frayed nerves would be stressed to the breaking point. If only she had arrived earlier she could have avoid the terribly long wait that lay in front of her.

Exactly what happened to the cut girls was unclear. They returned to school a few days after the operation, and were able to go on with their lives as normal until their 24th birthday, when they were carted off by the government for some top secret work. No one was sure what kind of work it was, but the speculation was rampant about what type of work the government was doing with clitless women, and penisless men, who would be chosen at tomorrow's examination Maybe something so important the workers must avoid all sexual distraction …

It just happened. The first of Emily’s classmate entered the nurse's office. In a few short minutes Nicole would either return from the room as she had entered, or the nurses assistant would call the next girl in, tacitly informing the remaining girls of the patients fate. It was less than ten minutes later when the nurses assistant did step out and call in the next girl. The girls issued a collective intake of breath as they all realized what was about to befall Nicole.

The unpredictability of the system was what bothered Emily most. Though this policy had been going on across the nation for two decades, no one had picked up on a pattern. No single physical or mental characteristic was common to all those chosen. Nor was the process entirely random. They never took the same number for any given school in any given year. Emily knew the numbers her school had contributed well. Her tiny country school had contributed only two girls last year, seven the year before that , and four before that. They had once taken no one, and, as rumor had it, taken eleven girls several years ago. From this it was nearly impossible to calculate her chances, but she knew they were better than 2-to-1.

The line advanced ceaselessly. The next five girls after Nicole had all left the room, including Emily’s very good friend Kayla. Emily exchanged a smile with Kayla as the joyful girl returned to her locker for her clothes. Emily was cheered by the fact that Kayla had been allowed to maintain her genital integrity. Along with her other friend Sadie, Emily and Kayla formed a sort of group whose intimacy extended to the carnal level. None of them were explicitly homosexual, though Kayla considered herself bisexual. Sadie had a boyfriend and Emily had dated in the past. They all merely enjoyed each others company and their own kind of unencumbered sexual release.

Emily’s mood darkened when she saw that the seventh girl in line, Lynn, did not return. This meant that it was Jenna’s turn. Jenna was widely considered the most attractive girl in her class. She had marvelously large breasts, a curvy figure and pouty lips, which Emily could now see were echoed in her nether regions.

Thinking about Jenna, Emily could not help but consider her own form. She had always though herself average, though she was proud of certain areas. She stood just under five and a half feet tall with shoulder length dark blonde hair. She was not skinny, but trim and athletic, even though she was not in any sports. Her breasts were a large B cup and very firm with very pointy nipples. Emily was probably most proud of her breasts. Her legs were nice, though she still wished she were more skilled with a razor.

Emily was shaken from her recollections when she noticed that Jenna too had not reemerged. She grew more worried. However, her mind was put more at ease as the next few exams resulted in happy girls reentering the hallway.

Trying to further suppress her worry, Emily gave a brief smile to her friend Sadie as who stood just three positions in front of her in line. Emily, Kayla and Sadie had promised each other that when (or if) they all made it through they would get to gather and have a great wank. Emily thought back to the many wonderful experiences she had had with the two. From the very first sleep over when they had first discussed their changing bodies and decided to compare, to the one last weekend when they had tried anal penetration with a dildo Sadie had stolen for her sister. Perhaps most memorable was when they had first discussed masturbation. Emily had been so relieved to find that Sadie did it to, and when Kayla said she didn’t know how the other two girls had obligingly taught her.

Thinking about the glorious sensations of masturbation only served to rip Emily back to real world and the situation at hand. She may never be able to bring her self to the soaring orgasms she so enjoyed. The fourteenth person, a girl called Anna was in there now. This meant Sadie was next. As Anna exited the room and Sadie entered, Emily felt hopeful. Still no more girls had been hauled away. Maybe there would only be three this year again,

Emily considered her own wonderful pussy. It was not unattractive she thought, at least not like some girls. Mandy, who stood at the end of the line had a very misshapen piece of meat hidden between her legs. Emily had a rather unassuming cunt. Her small lips were pleasantly pink and did a good job framing her slightly larger than average clit. She was also unshaven, though she did trim so she could wear more flattering panties. Most of the other girls in her class, probably three quarters, did shave, though neither of her best friends did.

Suddenly Emily’s stomach lurched. Sadie did not come out of the room. The assistant called in Louise. Now only one girl separated Emily from her fate, and one of her best friend’s clits had just been condemned. Emily looked around at the other girls. Similar looks of terror sat upon their faces, though perhaps without the shade of loss the colored hers.

Unexpectedly Emily remembered what she had just been thinking about. Sadie hadn’t been shaved. What about the other three girls? Nicole was defiantly hairy. Could this be the connection? But then Emily realized that both Jenna and Lynn had been bald as old men. She relaxed briefly.

Louise came back to hallway with a rather smug expression, and the nurses assistant ushered in the next girl. This left Emily right next to the door. Her shivers were no longer attributable to the cold. Her mouth became dry. But strangely not every part of her was so. Her pussy was becoming ever so damp. What could have prompted this? Was it some stress response? Or was she actually turned on right now. She had a hard time believing it, but eventually she ha to face the fact there was something exciting about the possibility of loosing her clit. Something exhilarating in the chance of it all. It felt like the build up to orgasm. But why had it suddenly manifested itself?

Before she could complete her thought Emily was lead into the nurses office, but not after Melissa, the girls in front of her had left undamaged.

“Why hello Emily, how are you today?” Said the pleasant middle aged school nurse.

“Fine.” Emily managed to reply.

“Good. Step on the scales please.”

The exam proceeded fairly normally from there. After weighing in the nurse checked Emily’s ears and eyes. She asked her a few general questions about her health, tested her reflexes and breathing. It seemed fairly standard.

“Right Emily I think you know what’s coming next. Please put your legs in the stirrups and lay down.”

Emily did. She gulped.

“Lets see what we’ve got here.”

The nurse began prodding around Emily’s private regions. She examined her mons first for any signs of trouble. The she moved down and began to examine her labia. She stuck a finger in and began to probe around.

“My, we are a little damp, aren’t we?”

Emily would have blushed had not all the blood already rushed from her head. The nurse examination continued for a a few further purposeful minutes. Finally she advanced to Emily’s clitoris. She manipulated the organ in what seemed to Emily to be every possible way. Emily had to try very hard not to moan or allow her breathing to become noticeably different. Just when she though she couldn’t take it any more the nurse stopped and walked away to the counter to throw away her gloves.

“Well Emily you seem very healthy, but I’m afraid I do have to inform you that you have been selected for clitoral excision.”

The words hit Emily with such force that she was unable to move. When she did summon the strength she sat bolt upright and stared at the nurse.

“What? Why?”

“Sorry, I can’t tell you that. Now if you will please follow Mr. Atkins to the back door.”

“But this can’t be happening to me. Please stop it.”

“If you’ll come this way ma’am,” said Mr. Atkins, the nurses assistant.

Wanting to protest more but knowing it would be futile, she followed the man. He lead her through a back entrance to an alley behind the school. Emily was so shocked she didn’t even remember that she was still naked. The man lead her to plain, rusty white van.

“In here ma’am,”

Wondering briefly about the formality of the man’s words, Emily followed his directions and stepped into the back of the van to find a carpeted interior were the four other girls awaiting excision. She stepped in and took a seat next to Sadie. The door was closed. It was dark but enough light streamed in through the same windows for them to see each other.

“Oh my god, not you too Emily,” cried Sadie.

“Yeah” was all Emily could think to say.

Emily looked around at the other girls in the van. Nicole was farthest in and was sitting with her legs tucked tightly too her chest. She appeared heavily distraught. Emily had a hard time feeling sorry for the girl, who had always been rather mean to her. Nicole was also noted as being one of the most experienced girls in class, claiming, not unrealistically, that she had had twenty six boys. Emily supposed Nicole would have much to miss. Next to Nicole was Lynn, a tall, thin, blond girl with a reputation for bookishness. She starred off into spaced while absentmindedly stroking her puffy pussy. Jenna was sitting just opposite of Emily, her large breasts heaving as she took deep breaths to calm herself.

“Oh I just can’t believe it. Both of us here! At least Kayla escaped,” Sadie opined.

“Maybe it would be better if she hadn’t. She’ll be a little lonely,” Emily replied.

“I wonder if anyone else is going to join us?” asked Sadie.

Emily shrugged and turned her head. After a few minutes of silent waiting the van’s engine began and the girls knew they were the only ones that would lose their clits today.

“At least it’s only five of us, that’s not too many,” Sadie joked hollowly.

An awkward silence followed. Jenna moved over to console Nicole who still appeared to be in shock. Emily grabbed on to Sadie's hand for comfort. Finally, Lynn spoke.

“Well, since the inevitable is coming we might as well enjoy ourselves while we can. If any of you want to join me in any manner you are more than welcome.”

And with that Lynn spread her long, milky legs at set to work. The other girls stared open jawed. Lynn was obviously experienced at getting off and doing so quickly. Her hands attacked her reddish pussy with speed and precision. She did not know how long she had and she was making the best out of it.

Once she had recovered from the shock of the shy girl she hardly knew masturbating in front of her, Emily saw that this may well be her last chance to achieve sexual satisfaction as well. She spread her legs and set to work, earning an approving nod from Lynn. Sadie joined in quickly after.

Jenna and Nicole sat motionless watching the three girls attend to themselves. The faces slowly turned from surprise, to intrigue, to longing. When they could stand it no longer the girls each, unbeknownst to each other, trailed a hand down to their pussies. Nicole pumped several fingers in and out of her experienced slit, while Jenna rubbed her clit swiftly up and down.

Emily felt a hand creep across her thigh. She looked to see Sadie make her way towards Emily’s pussy. Accepting the offer, Emily quickly moved her hand to Sadie’s intimate area. The two girls knew each other well and were effective their desires.

Jenna and Nicole were also become more active. When each realized that the other was masturbating, the looked each other in the eyes and began kissing. This soon resulted in Jenna laying on top of Nicole while to two rubbed their pussies together.

Emily had closed her eyes while enjoying Sadie’s touch and was surprised to feel a set of lips pressing against hers. She opened her eyes to find Lynn standing over her. She got over her initial shock and responded by shoving her fingers up Lynn’s hole. They continued in this manner for sometime, until Lynn broke the embrace and repositioned her self lower. Lynn then removed Sadie’s hand from Emily’s pussy and replaced it with her tongue. Emily screamed with pleasure.

Sadie, assessing the situation got up and squatted over Emily’s face, giving Emily access which she happily received. Before long Emily and Sadie came noisily. Emily took the initiative to turn around, flip Lynn over and return the favor. Sadie got behind Emily and began to masturbate the girl from behind.

On the other side of the van Jenna and Nicole had progressed to sixty-nining each other. They used very different techniques that complemented each other. Jenna’s tongue moved slowly with long strokes across Nicole’s glistening pussy. Nicole lapped at Jenna like an out of control dog. Both style achieved success as the girls came to screaming orgasms. While recuperating, the girl glanced at the trio on the other side of the van. Nodding to each other, they decided to join in.

Meanwhile, after Emily had made Lynn moan in the ecstasy of orgasm twice, She turned around and kissed Sadie passionately with her pussy-juice-covered face. She brought her down to the ground and fulfilled her hunger for more muff. Lynn scooted over to Emily and surprised her by shoving two fingers in her ass. Emily looked up with a start but soon accepted the offer.

Now the other girls joined in. Jenna kneeled behind Lynn, and used one hand to masturbate the girl, and the other to diddle herself. Nicole chose the other end of the chain and lowered her cunt into the grateful face of Sadie.

The full blown orgy continued in a haze for the girls. When they were interrupted by the opening of the van doors, Emily was licking Jenna and fingering Sadie, who was simultaneously being eaten by Nicole. Lynn had her hands in Nicole and Emily, while Jenna was shoving her tongue up Lynn's ass.

A man’s voice rose the from their revelry. None of the recognized him. He was in his late forties and wore a long lab coat.

“Now, Now, that’ll do,” he said kindly. “Up you go. I’m Doctor Vance. Put these on as you get out.”

He held up white hospital gowns. The startled girls disengaged from each other. Jenna came out first, followed by Nicole, Lynn, Sadie, and Emily, who had the most difficult time extracting herself from the mass of naked bodies. Except for Lynn the girls' faces were all red with embarrassment, as well as stained with the secretions of one another.

The girls were not outside the hospital but a sort of parking ramp structure. Once the girls had each donned the flimsy garments provided the Dr. Vance lead them silently to a cramped elevator. Because of the tight space the girls were once again touching each other, and Emily found herself pressed right up against the doctor, her breasts digging into his back. He made no comment. They left the elevator and went into a normal grey hospital corridor.

“I’ll take you all to room 337 first. There I can explain what’s going to happen and you’ll each wait your turn to go to the operating room. Here we are.”

He ushered them into a very plain room. Bigger than the average doctors office. It had a selection of seven cushioned chairs at the far end which the girls knew they were intended to sit in. The right side of the room housed the sink and cabinets, and laminated poster showing various parts of the male and female reproductive organs decorated the walls. The doctor stood near the door and began talking to them.

“Well, I suppose you all know why you are here. You have each been marked out at your school medical exam for clitoral excision. Please do not ask why you have been chosen, just know it is not random and that the many factors that go into decision are complex and classified. Now for how today will operate; after I’m done here I’ll take the first of you into the operating room. Nurses Randt and Milton will alternate in escorting each successive patient, as I will be assisting the chief surgeon, Dr. Maxwell. I know you all had your last bit of fun in the van, which is fine, but please don’t try it here, we do like to keep the room clean.”

“Then the operation. We will use local anesthetic only, as it’s really a very simple procedure, just takes a few minutes. We do a good clean job, taking all the external clitoris as well as the labia. Once the surgery is complete we’ll escort you to a private room and give you a sleeping pill. Then you’ll have a few days to recover, and instructional sessions. Any questions?”

The fear stricken girls had none.

“Good.” Dr. Vance looked at a clipboard on the counter. “Jenna, you are first.”

The doctor led the girl, unsteady with fright, out of the room as a severe looking nurse stepped in. Emily looked at the floor, her knees shaking, She knew there could be no more sexual antics, but she grabbed Sadie’s hand for comfort. She thought about what she was facing, It horrified her. It also excited her. She wasn’t sure why. But she knew that she had just had some of the best orgasm she had ever experienced on the way over.

Emily watched the girls depart one by one. Nicole was second, Lynn third, and Sadie fourth. Finally it was merely her and the nurse in the room.

“Come on Emily, let’s go.”

Emily followed the nurse through the twisting passages of the hospital. She was lead into a brightly lit room. and then up on to an operating table. Her feet were placed in stirrups. Dr. Maxwell, or so she assumed, led her through everything with a soft, deep voice like a soap opera star.

“And now we will just start the injections. This will sting a bit.”

It did. More than a bit. Emily bit her lip so as not to make a sound. The operation was quick. After the anesthetic had taken affect it hardly seemed any time at all. She heard the doctors mumble to each other, but they seemed miles away. She had to face reality. She was sexually dead.

“There now, all done,” said Dr. Maxwell.

He showed her her former organs sitting on a tray. They looked so sad unattached. All limp and bloody, not vital and engorged as they had been just a few moments ago. She felt emotionally unstirred. Though she was only under local anesthetic, she felt woozy. Something akin to a state of shock.

She knew she was sore as the nurse lead her to the recovery room, but she did not perceive the pain as her own. It was so distant. Everything was. She laid down and entered a drug-aided sleep, about to a face a new and uncertain life