Erin woke up, there was a strange cold on her pale skin. As she continued regain consciousness, she slowly became aware of the situation she was in, first noticing she was completely naked, then that her wrists were chained above her head and her ankles chained just wider than shoulder width. She struggled against her restraints, not able to move her wrists and ankles more than an inch, the restraints making a metallic clang against the table she was tied to. "HELP!" she screamed into the dark room, there was no response. She struggles for a few minutes, yelling out periodically, when she hears a heavy door open and close some distance away. There was a sharp click of a light switch and the harsh flourescent light flicker to life. As her eyes adjust, she looks around and sees stark white ceiling and walls, with a large mirror to her right, the type of mirror the police use in interrogation rooms. She can't see the door or who ever opened it. She frantically moves her head hoping to catch a glimpse of anything, she notices a tray to her left covered in surgical tools and equipment. She starts to shake, her breathing increasing, and she starts to cry. After hearing footsteps from behind her, she crys more and starts to hyperventilate. The footsteps get closer until she sees a figure in a white surgical lab coat, mask, and surgical hood leaning over her. "Wh-what's going o-on? W-where am I?" She says through gasps and tears. The figure doesn't respond. She struggles more against her restraints, and the figures eyes show annoyance. The figure tightens all her restraints, stretching her joints painfully. The figure moves to her left side and inspects their tools. They pick up the marker from the tray, and begin to mark her skin. They put dashed circles around her C cup breasts, a dashed I shape with the top just under her breasts and the bottom just above her mound, and finally an arrow pointing at her clitoris hood. Her body shakes as her head fills with thoughts of what's about to happen. The figure puts the marker back on the tray, and grabbing a scalpel looks to the mirror and nods. After waiting a few seconds he leans over Erin's shaking body and lowers his scalpel to her shaking left breast. He stops and sighs audibly and puts the scalpel down, and picks up a syringe. He taps the side and pushes a little of the clear liquid out, then plunges the syringe into her neck. A moment later, her body stops shaking and she can't move. He picks the scalpel back up and brings it to the previous location. He touches it to her skin and presses, it takes little pressure for it to cut into her, the pain causing her to scream. He presses the blade through all layer of skin, stopping just past the final layer. He traces the outside of his dashed circle. Erin had never felt such pain before, her screams filling the room. The figure rests one hand on her breast and the other on the opposite side of his cut. He digs his fingers into the cut separating the top of her brest tissue and fat from the muscle below. Once he has enough peeled back, he peels the rest of her breast off, exposing a circle of muscle where her breast used to be. She starts to pass out from the pain, but before she can fully fade, he sticks her with another syringe, fully waking her back up. He repeats the process with her right breast, the cuts, the peeling, then the ripping of her breast from her body. He places both breasts in a metal tray, then into a cooler beneath the tray. He then moves to between her legs, Taking the tray with him. He leans between her legs, all she can see is the top of his white hood. He grabs an assortment of tools and places them on the table. He pokes, prods, and spreads her pussy, taking note of labia, clitorus, and clitorus hood, and the fact her hymen is still intact. He grabs his scalpel and spreading her lips and lifter her hood, he starts to make cuts around her clit, getting deep to make sure he gets every cell of it. After a few minutes of cutting, he puts her extracted clit into a tray, then begins to cut away her labia and clitorus hood. He makes quick work of these and puts them in the same tray as her clit. Her vision starts to go black and her screams subside. The figure gets up and hits her with another syringe to wake her up once again. He disposes of the syringes and put her pussy bits into the cooler with her breasts. Next he positions himself at her side again and brings scalpel to the top of his dashed I mark, quickly cutting his way through her flesh, allowing him to fold open the flaps of her abdominal flesh to expose her organs. He starts to shift everything around, examining every inch of every organ. He pulls out her bowels and tightly runs his hand from start to finish, squeezing its contents to the end and forcing them out of her clenched ass hole. He then grabs her fairly full bladder into his hand and squeezes it extremely hard, forcing the urine out, but the flow rate is too low for how hard he's squeezing, and her bladder bursts like a balloon in his hand. She screams until her voice gives out. He chuckles as he reaches for a hard clear tube from his tray and some sutures. The tube has backwards barbs and ridges along its length, plus a ballone at its tip. He shoves the tube into her urethra, into her bladder a little farther than the end of the balloon tip, then yanks it back, seating the balloon to the beginning of her urethra and setting the barbs into it was well. He then inflates the balloon, watching it grow through the rip in her bladder. He then ties knots around the ridges, over her urethra, further making its position permanent. He then sews up the rip in her bladder. If all goes according to plan, she will never be able to hold in her pee ever again, uncontrollably pissing herself all day long. He then focuses on her uterus and ovaries, fondling every inch, squeezing each ovary almost to their bursting point. He then grabs a large metal shaft, about 4 inches in diameter, with blunt cone tip from his tray and places the tip at the entrance to her pussy. He wraps his hand around her vaginal cavity, and in one swift motion, shoves the rod into her pussy, tearing her hymen and stretching her virgin pussy until it starts to tear itself. She trys to scream, but her voice fails here. He feels the cone pressing against her cervix, and after repositioning his hand, he drives the cone into her cervix, stretching it to the full 4 inches of the rod, tearing it painfully. He presses the rod until you can see the cone tip almost tearing through the top of her uterus and leaves it there. He then put everything back into its original place and closes the flaps of flesh, sewing them back together. She's stopped trying to scream, a dead look behind her eyes, tears streaming down the sides of her face. He takes not of the expression, or lack there of, on her face, and undoes the restraints of her wrists. She doesn't move. He sits her up and marks a two squares across her back, and quickly cuts the skin away, just deep enough that they can be used to graft onto her breast wounds, and places them on his tray. He covers these wounds with the appropriate bandages and the like for this type of injury. He then lays her down on a now padded table, and begins to graft the skin patches onto the exposed chest muscles. After he finishes his grafts, he properly bandages and treats all of the wounds he's inflicted on her, and transfers her limp body into a wheelchair. A set of similarly dressed figures enter the room and wheel her off to a new room, place her on a bed, and leave. She's treated and cared for until her wounds are fully healed, then she's thrown into a van, blindfolded, and driven to where she was first grabbed, and dumped onto the street. Once she no longer hears the van, she sits up to kneeling position, her circumcised pussy pressed against the cold concrete, a small piss puddle forming beneath her, and takes her blindfold off, she stands up, and in nothing but her hospital gown, starts to walk home.

My first crack at a guro erotica story, sorry for the wall of text and any spelling/Grammer mistakes. I'd love to hear what you all think, i might make sequels depending on its reception.