"Snipped in Syria «" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/AFkFFZu3 Created on: Saturday 24th of September 2016 08:19:24 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:25:19 AM UTC Snipped in Syria « on: Yesterday at 02:49:59 PM » ReplyQuote ...and another clitless story... Snipped in Syria by martineasy * Katherine is a war correspondent and has been labeled by many as an SJW, or social justice warrior, a title that she wears as a badge of honor. She is a sharp reporter and an excellent writer whom takes great pride in her work and her career, something that she has never regretted putting first in her life. Now in her late thirties and childless, Katherine is a staunchly independent woman save for her longtime girlfriend back home in California. Cindy, Katherine’s lover, was nearly a decade her junior; the two hit it off when she was just a young unpaid intern vying for a position with the network- it was her youth and naivety that attracted Katherine to her. She was so eager to please, Cindy would dote on her hand and foot and Katherine relished the power she held over her. Their personalities meshed well, Katherine being forward and dominant, and Cindy being softhearted and submissive. The only drawback to their relationship that frustrated Katherine was Cindy’s incessant worrying; she’s been overseas reporting on the ground in Syria for the last two months and was already growing tired of reading Cindy’s worrisome emails, always oversaturated with affection. It was boring. Since she arrived in Syria, Katherine has found herself being stricken by a possible new conquest; a twenty-four year old interpreter named Liliene. For nearly two months Katherine has enjoyed the company of the beautiful young woman as they interviewed the inhabitants of the war torn city of Damascus. Everything about the girl made Katherine yearn to have her from her soft shy voice tuned sweetly by her accent to her fair skin and large green eyes. Although it was common for women to hold hands as they walked through the streets, Katherine always found not so subtle ways to exhibit physical contact with the girl and so far Liliene had never shied away from her advances. Last week while the two women shared a room in what was once an upscale hotel, Katherine finally made her move. The power in the hotel had gone out, which was a common occurrence in Damascus, and Liliene was in the master bathroom enjoying a hot, candle lit bath. Katherine found the door to be unlocked and invited herself in, wearing nothing but a thin robe, and smiled innocently at the young woman as she closed the door behind her. “I hope you don’t mind, considering it is just us girls,” Katherine said as she untied the thin belt of her robe, “I don’t imagine there will be any hot water left for me once you are finished.” Liliene smiled coyly, “Of course I don’t mind,” even in the candle light Katherine could see a bright blush play across her cheeks, “The tub is huge, please, join me.” Katherine let her robe fall from her shoulders, revealing her tone, naked body. Years of living a very active lifestyle which included biking and running had kept her firm and tight in all the right places. She smiled slyly as she lifted her leg and tested the water with her toes, all the while watching Liliene’s eyes study her, “You act as if you’ve never seen another woman naked before.” Liliene seemed to be at a loss of words for a moment as her eyes lingered on Katherine’s overdeveloped vulva and clitoris, “I am sorry to stare… I’ve just never seen such a…” Her voice trailed off as she nervously looked away. Katherine laughed softly, “It’s okay, here, see?” Katherine placed her foot on the edge of the large tub and opened her stance, allowing Liliene an unobstructed view, “There’s nothing wrong with looking, Liliene.” The young woman looked back to see the orange flickering light dance across Katherine’s naked body as she ran her hands up her thighs and spread her outer labia, allowing her now erect clitoris to jut proudly forward. Liliene was in awe, she had never seen such a large clitoris- beneath the soapy hot water she could feel her own sex begin to tingle. “That’s not all,” Katherine said soothingly as she stepped into the hot bath, slowly easing herself into the fragrant water. She gently ran her hands up Liliene’s legs to find the young woman’s hands and guided them to her sex, “You can touch as well.” For a moment Liliene hesitated but quickly gave in to her own curiosities and allowed her fingers to slide across Katherine’s inner and outer labia, feeling the slickness of her pussy mixing with the warm water that engulfed it, then she gently took hold of Katherine’s clitoris and explored it with her fingertips. “Mmm, there’s a good girl,” Katherine moaned with a smile as she leaned back while keeping her gaze focused on Liliene’s large, expressive green eyes. “It’s so big,” Liliene whispered. “Most girls seem to like it, I know I do…” Katherine laughed softly once more knowing that this was the young woman’s first lesbian experience, “If you keep touching it like that you’re going to make me come.” Suddenly the lights flickered and snapped on filling the room with bright, white light, washing out the sensual ambiance of the candles, breaking the spell. Liliene withdrew her hands and looked away, “I’m sorry, Kat, I can’t do this… Not here.” Inwardly Katherine cursed the bad timing and the lost opportunity, but her demeanor did not betray her disappointment, “There’s nothing to be sorry for, I understand.” Liliene quickly rinsed her hair and grabbed a nearby towel as she exited the steamy water of the tub, “It’s not that I don’t want to…” She said quietly, “I truly do… Just not here.” Katherine said nothing for a moment and simply watched the girl cover her own nudity, Liliene’s cheeks and her upper chest burned a bright red. “Soon,” Liliene said as she paused at the bathroom door, “I know a place.” Once alone in the bathroom, Katherine masturbated herself to orgasm in the hot water while thinking about what could have been, and imagined what possible scenario the young woman could have in store for them. * * * * * The following week things were anything but awkward between the two women, much to Katherine’s relief. Her reporting assignments had taken them from of the heart of the city to its outer borders near a highly volatile area even under the current ceasefire. They had fallen back into their professional rhythm and just as Katherine was beginning to suspect that they may never complete what they had started in the hotel a week ago, Liliene confided that she owned an apartment in the suburbs near where they were having dinner that night. “It’s a safe place…” Liliene assured Katherine, “It’s a private place.” She finished with a coy smile. “Wonderful,” Katherine smiled warmly, knowing the implications well. After dinner it was already beginning to get dark, after they ditched their driver they quickly hailed a taxi; Liliene gave the driver her street name and off they went. Sitting in the back seat Katherine kept stealing glances at the young woman who seemed to be nervously avoiding eye contact by gazing out her window at the passing buildings and street lamps, most of which no longer worked. She could already feel her nipples becoming erect and her pussy began to tingle and moisten at the thought of introducing Liliene to the pleasures of lesbian sex. She could already picture her large green eyes looking up at her from between her legs as Liliene hungrily sucked and licked Katherine’s pussy. In a dream like blur the two women hurried from the taxi as they arrived at Liliene’s apartment and rushed up the stairs; Katherine could feel her heart begin to race as she watched the young woman jingle her keys as she unlocked the sturdy door and led them inside. The interior was clean and neat, modestly decorated, but the décor was not Katherine’s focus as she removed the scarf which covered her hair and began to undress. Liliene smiled, “You’re so eager, Kat.” Katherine unbuttoned her blouse, letting her articles of clothing lay where they fell, “Maybe a little, I’ve been thinking about tearing your clothes off the whole ride over here.” “Just a sec,” Liliene said, she was blushing again, “The bedroom is at the end of the hall, I’ll be in the bathroom half way down for just a moment.” Something in her large green eyes was wild with anticipation, Katherine smiled, “Very well, but don’t keep me waiting long.” As Liliene closed the bathroom door behind her, Katherine kicked off her simple black panties and made her way down the narrow hall to the bedroom, it was dark and the blinds were drawn closed. As she ran her hand blindly across the wall feeling for the light switch the door suddenly slammed shut behind her, giving her a start. “Jeez, you startled me,” Katherine started to say but gasped in shock as the light turned on revealing four masked man standing in a half circle around her- a stern faced woman sat on the edge of the bed. “Take her,” the woman commanded and before Katherine could shake off her stunned stupor she was gripped harshly in their strong hands, lifted, and carried over to the bed where she was quickly spread out. Katherine’s heart pounded as the men grunted and strained to control her, pinning her arms and legs down, her eyes seemed to be transfixed on the stoic woman who looked down upon her with open contempt. “What are you doing? I am an American, I am a journalist!” Katherine pleaded; surprised by the fear in her own words - she had always been pleased by her ability to remain cool under fire, but what she felt now was true and absolute fear. “Silence!” The woman commanded, one of the men smacked Katherine across the cheek so hard it made her ear ring, she bit her lip and struggled to remain quiet and attempt to control her breathing, “You are nothing but a sexual deviant! That is what you are!” The woman’s voice was like venom to Katherine’s ears, she suddenly felt very weak and powerless, ashamed in her nudity in front of this matriarch, “You are but a Western whore! A deviant who aimed to corrupt my own child!” The woman unrolled a cloth bundle between Katherine’s spread legs, just beneath her still wet and eager pussy, “You’re like a bitch in heat, without control or dignity!” The door opened and Liliene entered the room, eyes down, hands clasped in front of her; guilt and shame painted heavily across her face. The older woman sneered at Katherine’s large, erect clitoris and her glistening labia- her glans stood pulsing and pink, the small pink hood doing little at all to cover it. In spite of Katherine’s fear and shame her womanhood stood proudly, almost defiantly. “Get over here, child, cover this deviant’s mouth; I want her silent and I want you to watch!” Liliene did as she was commanded; she knelt on the bed next to Katherine’s exposed, heaving breasts and covered her mouth firmly with the palm of her hand, sending the bound woman’s rapid breathing loudly in and out of her nostrils. Katherine looked up pleadingly at Liliene, but the girl never looked back at her, she was focused solemnly on her exposed sex and the various tools her mother was laying out before her. The older woman took a pair of medical pincers and clamped on to the tip of Katherine’s sensitive pink glans, eliciting a muffled scream into Liliene’s hand. “My mother is an expert at performing this procedure… She is also a nurse… It will be over quickly, I promise.” Liliene said quietly, tears were welling up in the young woman’s eyes. With her left hand stretching out Katherine’s offending member with the pincers, the woman deftly gathered a scalpel in her right and began to carve between her clitoris and hood. Katherine arched her back and began to shake violently, all the while screaming into Liliene’s hand so hard that she began to cough and choke. The delicate pink flesh of her pussy was dissected cleanly and easily as the cold sharp steel passed through it, cutting into the area under her clitoris now between her urethra. The woman’s expert hands continued to cut and pull at her clitoris, exposing more and more of it, snipping through unseen ligaments and exposing the full length of it, revealing the tough, dark purple colored shaft that was hidden inside her. Liliene watched on as her mother tugged harshly, pulling her thick organ out nearly five inches; satisfied, the older woman set her scalpel aside and replaced it with a pair of medical scissors. Katherine’s frantic thrashing began to subside as she became overwhelmed by the pain and began to black out, all the better for her, Liliene thought as her mother pushed the scissors deep into the neat wound around her clitoris and began snipping through the tough flesh down to the base. It took nearly twenty sickly, meaty snips before the long, dismembered organ came free from Katherine’s body. Liliene’s mother held it up triumphantly for her daughter and the Western slut to see, but Katherine was already unconscious. “Release her,” the older woman said to Liliene, the girl meekly did as her mother commanded and removed her hand from Katherine’s mouth. She looked down to see her eyes flutter and roll back into her head, “Take this vile thing and flush it down the toilet.” As Liliene took the bloody shaft of Katherine’s clitoris from her mother she could feel her own pussy begin to moisten, ‘Is this how mine looked when she cut it out all those years ago?’ Liliene thought to herself. She glanced back to her mother with the question still echoing in her mind and saw that the she was already beginning to neatly stitch up the gaping hole atop Katherine’s sex where her clitoris once was. Obediently she excused herself from the room and made her way down the hall to the bathroom, once inside she closed the door behind her. Liliene unclamped the tip of Katherine’s severed sex and tossed the pincers aside. It was still warm; she could almost feel the life still inside the severed organ. Very caringly the young woman rinsed the other woman’s clitoris and shaft off in the sink and admired it for a moment. She thought of all the orgasms that Katherine had experienced with it; she thought about all the times her girlfriend Cindy must have licked and sucked it, bringing her climax after climax, something that Liliene herself has never experienced. She bit her lip and held it over the toilet, ‘And now here it goes,’ she thought, and dropped it into the water and without hesitating she pulled the thin chain to flush it. * * * * * Katherine laid in bed alone the entire next day; she angrily stared at the ceiling of the apartment room while tracing her fingers down to her sex to feel the soreness of where she had been cut and the four neat stitches where her precious clitoris used to be. Liliene would check on her occasionally, bringing her water and soup, but Katherine said nothing to her and did not even acknowledge her existence. ‘What have they done to me?’ She thought angrily, ‘They fucking mutilated me… How could she have done this to me?’ Part of her wanted to believe that this wasn’t real, that she was dreaming, but the longer she laid there feeling the soreness and touching the prickly ends of the stitches the reality of the situation was like a hundred pound weight on her chest. She felt pinned down by it. How could she face the world now? How could she go home and face Cindy? ‘Sorry, I was trying to screw a cute Syrian girl and her mom cut my clit out at the root.’ What was she supposed to say? The more she sought out answers in her mind the more questions she drudged up. ‘In time,’ she thought, ‘in time I will find the answers, but now I will focus on my anger.’ Her anger was all she had. It kept her from giving up, it kept her from crying. Katherine was a strong woman; she knew in her heart that she was still that strong woman no matter what they had taken away from her.