Last night for Briony part 6

BRIONY finally makes the cut. 

James Johnson is STILL interested.

PB -- this could be the start of something GREAT!

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Last Night for Briony  Part 6

Briony lay helpless on the table. Her whole body was paralyzed and 
she could still feel her upper torso. The kind guard who had helped 
her and (she thought) loved her had given her a spinal anesthetic 
that so far had not been detected. Through her right eye she could 
see clearly now. Her left eye had almost swollen shut now and it 
was closed with ointment in it to prevent the cornea from drying 
out. The man who had paralyzed her and hooked her up to a 
respirator raised her upper body by raising the head of the table 
that she was on and raised her head on a pillow now. She could see 
her body out of her right eye. Briony noticed that she was hooked 
up to a heart monitor also because of the noises that it made which 
were in time with her heartbeat. She felt a blood pressure cuff 
being wound around her left arm. Although she couldn’t move her 
head or anything else she could still feel her body from right 
above her belly button up. She was entirely helpless now with a 
catheter hanging out of her and her naked, hairless sex on display 
for the closed circuit TV cameras. 

They moved up toward her head now and the two taking their places 
on each side of her were assisted by a third busy moving trays of 
surgical instruments while the fourth monitored her respirator and 
her vital signs. Briony with her right eye was going to be a 
witness to her permanent modification as she experienced 
Nullification Africanum. They didn’t bother to drape her with a 
cover and her nakedness was wantonly displayed as the cameras 
zoomed in for the first cut. 

“Scalpel” 

A scalpel was handed to the gowned figure at Briony’s right. Briony 
felt the scalpel penetrate her smooth, freckled skin and watched as 
a long half-moon shaped incision was made just below the curve of 
her poor right breast. The pain was significant and she steeled 
herself against it but it was no use. Watching made it worse. She 
had to watch. She couldn’t move and she was positioned so that her 
eye would focus on the spectacle unfolding before everyone. Every 
so often her vision was blurred by the mist of fluid being sprayed 
on the cornea of her right eye to keep it from drying out. She 
couldn’t even blink! She was forced to watch. The figure on the 
left of her now wiped along the cut with a large sterile gauze pad 
and took an electric needle and sealed off the places where the cut 
bled. The smoke rising from the wound smelled like burned meat and 
there was severe burning pain each time a blood vessel was sealed. 
A sweet, sickening stench came to Briony’s nostrils. It was the 
smell of her body being burned to stop the bleeding. The work 
progressed slowly at first with just the right breast. As she was 
forced to watch and feel every cut as the skin was slowly separated 
from the fat tissue of her breast. A small circle was cut out 
around her nipple as the dissection of her right breast continued. 
The pain was unbearable as the skin of the breast was pulled down. 
A deep cut was made from the bottom of the nipple to just above the 
crease that ran along the underside of her breast. A stainless 
steel clamp-like device was inserted into the cuts now and Briony 
thought that she could not bear the pain another second but she had 
no choice as she lay there having her right breast removed. Soon 
the breast was completely exposed and the yellowish fat could be 
seen marbled in with the pinkish glandular tissue oozing Briony’s 
blood. A small amount of skin remained around the pink nipple. Then 
the filleting of the breast from the muscular tissue of her inner 
chest outside of her muscles over her ribs commenced accompanied by 
the new sensation of being skinned while still alive and conscious. 
The person on Briony’s left worked feverishly after the cutter on 
her right to control the bleeding. Briony rode wave after wave of 
pain as each new part of the dissection of her breast intensified 
her hurt and provided a varied pain sensation. The pain was 
blinding and yet she saw as her breast, mostly without skin except 
for a small area around the nipple, was finally lifted off of her 
chest and given to the assistant who placed it into a stainless 
steel pan filed with water. A large gaping wound was all that was 
left in her chest where her beautiful breast once imparted womanly 
beauty to her body. There was some relief in the pain as the clamp 
was removed and the skin was pulled over the hole in her chest. The 
cutter was not completely merciless. He carefully pulled the skin 
back together and Briony again felt pain as he cut off the excess 
skin. The skin was put together with very fine stitches so that 
when Briony healed she would have a small, pink horizontal scar 
where her breast once was. The pinkness would fade with time. The 
flatness of being without a breast would be with her forever.

As they started working on her left side Briony’s vision blurred. 
She could not see clearly everywhere but in other places she could 
see well. As the first cuts were made around her left breast she 
had learned to ride the pain sensation. In doing so she did not 
fight the pain but submitted to it. The pain came in great waves as 
each separate slice made into her body took her closer to losing 
her left breast also. She felt as if she had been removed from her 
body and was somehow above the pain. It seemed that the removal of 
her right breast had taken an eternity. She was oblivious to the 
different cameras around the room, some mounted and some hand-held 
cameras were manipulated to get a better view of her breast 
removal. She felt time stand still as her left tit was slowly 
separated from her chest wall and it’s moorings were loosened and 
blood vessels sealed off. At a point she was relieved when the main 
nerve to the nipple in the breast was severed. At that point her 
breast had became just another tit. It was like it belonged to 
someone else. The pain was still unbelievable up until the point 
where they removed the large clamp holding back her skin and took 
her tit and placed it in the pan with it’s mate.  As they carefully 
sewed her back together the pain was punctuated by the piercing of 
the needle and the pulling of the thread as her gaping wound was 
pulled slowly together. The sensation was the same as it had been 
for the other side. Drainage tubes had been attached to each side 
next to the chest wall and when they were finished with her chest 
it was flatter than it had been when she was ten years old. Two 
clear tubes out of each side of her chest was slowly draining blood 
from her to keep the matching horizontal wounds on each side from 
bruising. The cuts on her chest were about five inches long on each 
side. Eventually the scars would fade. Briony would never have 
breasts again. They were gone forever. She now wold have two deep 
pink scars to replace them.


Briony noticed that they were moving down toward her belly now. She 
had survived the ordeal of the breast removal and the excruciating 
pain that accompanied it. She was relieved that she would not be 
hurting now but she was sad about what she had lost. A small cut 
was made in Briony’s navel. The skin was clamped and pulled up 
while a tube was inserted and sealed. Another cut was made lower 
down toward her bald pubis and a long tube-like device was inserted 
into the hole. Briony noticed that they were all staring at a 
television on the wall. Since she wasn’t in pain now she was 
noticing that conversation was taking place between the people who 
were cutting on her. Her internal organs were being described in 
medical terms. She was concerned that the bloat of her usually flat 
belly would be permanent. She realized that it was due to the 
carbon dioxide gas that was pumped into her belly cavity so that 
her ovaries would be easier to find in her belly with the fiber 
optic instrument. She watched on the TV as first one fallopian tube 
was clamped with a stainless steel surgical staple twice. The blood 
vessels to the ovary were sealed off by crushing and burning with 
the multi-purpose instrument taking pictures of her insides with a 
fiber optics camera and relaying the video to the monitor hanging 
on the wall. A simple snip with the cutters built into the 
instrument and her right ovary was hauled out through the small 
hole in her belly and placed in the pan with her breasts. The grief 
that Briony felt was indescribable. Although the physical pain was 
gone she had the psychological grief of her nullification increased 
as each sexual part of her body was removed. As they went after the 
second ovary and removed it in a similar manner Briony felt as if 
her insides were shriveling up. She could now never have children. 
She wished that it would stop right there. She had paid enough. 
Nothing could stop them now, though. Briony wished that she could 
stop the procedure but she would have to endure it to the end. She 
wished that she had never become fascinated with castration and 
penectomy. 

Soon they were closing the small wounds in her abdomen and they all 
moved in between her legs for the final part of her nullification. 
She watched as the assistant moved her legs as wide apart as 
possible. The cameras were focused over the shoulders of the people 
between her legs and the image of her denuded bottom was put on the 
same closed circuit TV that had just showed her the removal of her 
ovaries. She wished that she could reach out and stop the image of 
her bald pussy and at the same time she grieved over it because she 
knew that after the Nullification Africanum was completed she would 
be lucky if she had her rectum and urinary bladder left. She knew 
that some cutters removed the urinary bladder and the rectum to 
further humiliate the woman. They especially liked to butcher up 
the bottoms of the pretty ones and then sew them completely shut so 
that no one could possibly use their rectum for sex. Those who had 
experienced this were left with tearing and bleeding of the tender 
tissue left between their legs. The all walked funny because of it. 
There would be nothing but smooth skin over their crotch. She would 
be identical to the plastic baby dolls without breasts that the 
young girls had played with. Some of these poor souls would end up 
wearing bags to keep their bodies from smelling from the piss and 
shit that constantly ran out of them. Briony hoped that it wouldn’t 
happen to her but she knew that by the time that she was finished 
she would probably have to bear the bags on her side to drain off 
her bodily waste. She would stink like the rest of them.


First the surgical speculum was inserted into Briony’s vagina. Her 
poor pussy was spread and stretched to the point of ripping but 
Briony couldn’t feel a thing. Skillfully wielding the scalpel a cut 
was made in Briony’s vagina by the cutter and the cutter said to 
the assistant who stood beside and close, “Watch very closely. This 
is where most of you cutters get into trouble and slice into either 
the bladder, the rectum or both and end up botching up the 
youngster’s bottom so bad that they end up removing them.” 

Briony was so relieved that tears started flowing from her eyes. 
She knew that enough of the parts between her legs were going to be 
preserved so that she could go out in public and look normal. Soon, 
in a few years, everyone would forget what she looked like and she 
could at least appear normal. Anyone who really knew her, though, 
would know that she did not possess sexual organs. She could wear 
false breasts and fool the ones who didn’t know her. She could 
still look beautiful with her clothes on. She was grateful that the 
cutter knew the business and all that she would lose would be her 
sex. Imagine, she thought, I’m grateful to the cutter who nullified 
me? In this instance she was.

Briony was amazed at how many things were inserted into her at the 
same time. Different sorts of instruments were inserted and she was 
sure that each of them had a function. After about twenty-five 
minutes of working inside her hole the cutter removed most of the 
instruments and took a large clamp much larger than pennington 
forceps and reached up inside her. Although the clamp was very long 
it disappeared inside her up to the handles. She saw it being 
clamped down and the speculum was removed leaving just the scissors-
like handles sticking out of her. He forcefully took the handles 
and started pulling. Briony again had deep feeling of gratefulness 
that she had gotten the spinal block. She watched as the cutter 
turned her bottom inside out like one peels off a sock or the arm 
of a tight winter coat. Her entire uterus, cut off fallopian tubes, 
and her vagina were now hanging between her legs attached by the 
various ligaments and blood vessels that were left. She looked like 
she had a huge mass hanging from her hole.


As Briony watched in horror the dissection of her crotch began 
again. She watched as a surgical instrument was inserted into her 
rectum. The bladder catheter was clamped into her belly up and out 
of the way with a sharp pointed hemostat device that penetrated her 
skin. Her entire bottom was laid open and the skin was clamped back 
as her crotch was skinned. Briony wondered how it would be possible 
to endure this horrible thing without any pain relief at all. No 
wonder all the women who had this done to them went insane. Briony 
vowed that she would survive this. The stark realization that the 
Leader Court was out to destroy people settled in. As the work 
continued on her Briony noticed that the attachments of her female 
insides were diminishing. A few more cuts of attachments and 
severed and sealed off vessels allowed her womb, cervix, vagina, 
labia minora and a large piece of flesh from her perineal area to 
be removed from her body in a large chunk. It was placed in the pan 
with the breasts and ovaries. The area around her catheter was 
dissected. The artery to the clitoris was sealed. The clitoris was 
removed down to the pubic bone. The urethra with the catheter 
inside was anchored into the hole that was left and the labia 
majora were cut away. Some vestiges of the clitoral nerve were left 
and anchored around the urethra. The cutter was running out of 
tissue. Again, patiently stitching, the large gaping wound was 
closed after the localizer device was removed form Briony’s rectum. 
The urinary catheter was again allowed to hang free. The closure 
progressed with an hour’s worth of internal stitching before the 
outside was put back together. A drainage tube was left in her 
pelvic cavity to keep blood from pooling. Finally, at the end of 
the four and a half hours Briony’s bottom started to take on the 
smooth appearance that it would have for the rest of her life. She 
would be left with a vertical scar that ran from an inch in front 
of her rectum to the mound of Venus. The urethra would be located 
in this scar about a half inch below the pubis. 


Briony lay in shock as they finished working on her. She would 
never be a woman again. She was now a eunuch. She had no sex. She 
was glad it was over but she wished that it hadn’t been done to 
her. She would love to have her parts back but they were now gone 
forever. Next the clamp and mist device was removed from her right 
eyelid. Her eye shut and everything went dark as a reflex caused 
her eye to close. After the packing was placed around her surgical 
cuts she was brought out of the paralysis and she started coughing 
as the tube was pulled out of her throat. She started screaming and 
crying at the same time at the horror of what had been done to her.


 The state-mandated violation had been broadcast to everyone who 
cared to watch. The restraints were removed and James Johnson 
walked up and grabbed the new eunuch’s right hand and squeezed it. 
Their eyes met. A warm feeling passed between them, both survivors 
of the Leader Court’s injustice. The bond that formed between them 
at that moment would last the rest of their lives. The new eunuch 
was moved to an ambulance cot and was transferred to a local 
hospital to recover from Nullification Africanum. James Johnson 
threw the traditional trench coat over Briony Anderson’s body 
hiding the mutilated nakedness and rode in the ambulance with 
Briony to the hospital. He did not leave the new eunuch’s side and 
slept on a cot beside his new eunuch friend until Briony was 
released. Even then they went home together. They had discussed 
much during her hospital stay. 

They also had decided to live together. 

Forever if possible.



… to be continued