Message-ID: <3915eli$9709081125@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cbowman932@aol.com (Cbowman932) Subject: Cutt & Keep II Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970907031400.XAA13812@ladder02.news.aol.com> Narrative: Sarrah and Kay are two patrol officers living in the future. It's a future where the male is looked upon as an animal to be dealt with. Males having a high sperm count are sent to Reproduction Units. There they are drained regularly, given diets, exercise and maintained. When they cease to produce, they are no longer needed at the units. They are then returned to the general population, without testicles. Males found not to produce a high sperm count, are put into a "Chop" device. This device removes the testicles, and seals the wound. The male is then collared with an id collar and released. Any female may use it (the male) for work, or other things needed. It is believed by the Supreme Council that 98% of the female population does not desire male companionship at this time. They are satisfied with females, or being alone. However, there is a small percentage of the population that continues to try to hide "whole" males, and use them to meet their needs. Sarrah, and Kay's jobs are to track these animals, collar them, and intervene when one gets out of control. Their shield and department motto bear the same saying: "To Control the animal, is to save the world". They believe in this, and their weapons like the "Chop" device.... Cutters and Keepers Part II Kay pushed the male animal into the awaiting cage on the back of the hover car. His testicles were intact, but he now wore a collar, a "stinger band", and his hands were bound roughly behind his back. Sarrah pulled up in the hover cab in time to see the broad shouldered male being woman-handled by two large muscular females from the Reproduction Unit. "Guess yours was a keeper," she asked with a smile as she pointed to the male. "Yes," Kay said with a sigh. "He is full. I couldn't get the damn thing to shut up. He kept calling me names and saying how he would 'fuck me head off' someday." Smiling, Kay joked, "Maybe you could go to the Reproduction Unit and 'fuck his head off'. Maybe both of them." "Girl, you know having a baby is not for me. Besides, they would just extract the sperm and put it in me. That isn't true fucking." "Yes, but I hear that you will be allowed to taunt the animal if you wish. I had a friend one time that said they even let her mash the animals testicles while they drained it." Kay looked surprised, "That could damage the animal. He might not even be able to produce if too much pressure is applied?" "Oh, this one was finished. His count had went down. They cut him right after the device finished with him. My friend even got to watch that. It was a thrill for her since she isn't on the force like us." Kay nodded and walked toward her own hover car. She pushed back her black hair from her face and glanced at her makeup in the reflection of the glass. There wasn't much there, she only needed to worry about impressing other females, and most of them spent a great deal of their time looking at her hips and breast, not her makeup. "It's about time for us to get off," Kay said. "You want to come by my place for some drinks?" She was secretly hoping that Sarrah would be interested in more than drinks. "No thanks," she smiled. "I volunteered for an extra hour. On the way over, the chief said she likes my work. Wants me to check out one of the bars downtown. She says there have been reports of an un-collared male playing the roll of the 'stud-boy' for some of the girls." Kay perked up, "Maybe I should stay on and help. Sound like you need some..." Just then her own paging device beeped into the conversation. "We've got a problem at 35th and Jeanette St. Collared male is suspected of stealing a paper from a local vender. They have him in custody. Need you to go make the call." Kay sighed. "Guess you'll have to look for your 'stud-boy' alone." She opened the door to the car, "It will take me two minutes to judge this animal, call a wagon, and have him shipped to the gas chambers. Then, I guess I'll head to the house and have that drink alone." The two women parted company and headed for their separate designated jobs. Kay now felt confident that her student, Sarrah, could handle anything an animal may throw at her. Kay's hover car zipped off in the direction of the case, and Sarrah's headed toward a little bar where she hoped to continue making a name for herself. Sarrah stepped into the bar and smiled inwardly. The dance floor was filled with couples, the males carried drinks from table-to-table and provided amusement as the women seen fit. Sarrah immediately spotted a table full of collared males. Each of them wore plan clothes and they talked amongst themselves. She had changed before entering the bar. She no longer wore her uniform, but instead wore a black evening dress. It was in this dress that she made her way to the bar and asked the male there, "Hey, I want something extra. Where can I get it?" The male's eyes immediately shot toward a door at the back of the club. That was all Sarrah needed. The male started to say something, but Sarrah cut him short. "Thanks Eunuch. That's all I needed to know." As she walked toward the door, she glanced back over her shoulder, "Oh, by the way, how's it been hanging?" Tapping the door, she found a large female with broad shoulders answering. "What the fuck do you want back here?" "Something extra. I need a little juice in my life," Sarrah said with a wink. Sarrah had learned all the proper slang and code words in school, and she knew what to expect next. "Step inside," commanded the lady. "My name is Deb. Now, leave your bag here, strip and step into the sensor chamber." Sarrah followed the command and stepped inside the small walk-thru chamber which scanned her for any implants. None being found, the large female, Deb, now searched the bag. Sarrah knew that she couldn't bring any of her equipment in with her. This was just a chance to id the prick. She figured he would have a fake collar and sneak out later after work. Deb smiled. "It will be 2000 credits and you'll have one hour. He has a panic button. Do anything to damage or harm him, and you'll have security on you in less than your heartbeat. Understand?" Sarrah nodded and took out her credit voucher. Deb scanned it, handed it back, and pointed toward the third door in front of the two. Naked, Sarrah headed to the door. Inside, she found a king-size bed, a hot-tub, a bathroom, and an assortment of lotions and protective devices. She glanced at the satten sheets and ran her finger thoughtfully down them. "How may I serve you tonight?" came the husky voice from behind her. She was startled that this animal had gotten so close without her knowing it. Sarrah turned and assumed her best poker-face. She noticed his broad shoulders, hair on his chest trailing down his stomach to the soft cloth towel he wore around his waist. His hair was dark and his skin tan. Despite her mission, she found herself aroused by this animal. "I'm sorry," she stuttered out. "I am new here. I had a friend who said the chances of having a baby are better...well, she said they are better this way." The male moved closer. "Yes, they are. Have you been to a Reproduction Unit recently?" "Yes, last week. I haven't returned for the follow up test yet. I wont be due back until next Thursday." "Good," he smiled. "I know you look at me as an animal. Even the people I work for do. But I assure you, I wont hurt you. We can do this your way. The best way for you to get pregnant is to be on top." He removed his towel and headed toward the bed. His penis was semi-errect at this point and Sarrah was certain that it would take too much to get it harder. She was also certain that when she put this animal to the test, he would most likely end up at a Reproduction Unit. Still naked, she moved to the bed and smiled. "You have a lovely body," he said with a smile. "Come into the bed. Let me show you how to use it." Just then the door flew open and Deb stepped inside. The male jumped with surprise as did Sarrah. "Ok," said Deb as she pointed a Tranq Gun at Sarrah. "Step away from our property." Sarrah, still shaken from the intrusion, started, "But I paid. I'm good for it. I only want a chance to have a baby and I don't think...." It was all she could get out before she felt the Tranq dart hit her square in the center of her chest. She looked down as the room started to spin. She noted that it was a perfect shot. Even though it wasn't the heart, it was called a "Heart Shot". Any trained officer knew that this was the best shot to take someone out the fastest. As she slumped onto the bed she was aware of two things. First, the woman who shot her must have been trained somewhere. Second, the animal she had been about to mount was crying in fear. Before the darkness took over, she was certain she heard someone yell at him to shut him and then a slap... Sarrah woke up tied to a large wooden table. A large black leather belt held her stomach, and her arms were tied to the edges of the table, as were her legs. A black woman stepped up with Deb and looked into her face. "She is awake," announce the black woman. "Took the little bitch long enough," said Deb with a certain amount of contempt. "I am Jes," said the woman. "You are an officer of the Supreme Council. We don't like officers IDing our animals for processing." "It's the law, dam it." Sarrah said as she pulled against the bonds. "You know it, all males must be processed. It has been this way for several years and we have to..." "We," Jes interrupted. "Don't have to do anything. When your government decided to process all the males, we were forced to take action. We provide for the pleasure. Our males provide the pleasure for a dying art. In return, we protect them from your Reproduction Units and your Chop Devices." "It's the best thing for the planet. We have to keep those animals under control or there will be wars again, fighting again, no order." "Oh, I agree with that, officer." Jes said this with a smile. "We have had our share of males who actied up. We simply do our good deed and turn them in. Then you little officers come running and process them. As a result of this threat, most of our males comply with our orders and provide hours of entertainment for the general population." Deb flipped out a eight inch blade. "Enough of this shit! Let's gut her, dump her, and be done with this mess." Jes sighed, "Deb here is the logical one of this operation." She looked at Sarrah's firm breast. "Make sure you take those off and have them preserved. I need some new bookends." She turned and walked out the door. Deb moved closer to the table and ran the back of her knife down Sarrah's exposed stomach. "I bet you never think about having your sex organ's taken out do you? You go around and judge whether a male animal can keep his testicles or not, but you never think about what you do, do you." Sarrah was on the boarder to panic, "Please. We can work this out. I can pay you, forget about your animal, anything. Just name it." "Oh, you'll pay," smiled Deb. "Jes wants your knockers for bookends. That will be pay enough." (To be continued) NEXT TIME: We've seen ( in a previous story) Sarrah remove testicles. Now we have to wonder if she will ever perform her wonderful duty again, or will she end up as bookends. Remember, her mentor is still out there dealing with a male animal. Can anyone save her? Watch for "Cutters and Keepers III" coming soon to a newsgroup near your computer. :) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /