Message-ID: <496eli$9704132325@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MeredithP3@aol.com Subject: PO 3/8 "Maybe someday Karen." Kramer nodded her head slightly. "Now the question everyone is curious about, what do you do with the ........ how shall I say it ....... the left over parts?" "Oh, everyone asks me that. First of all, we call them the residuals, and they belong to the client. Not too long ago nobody wanted them. We'd use them for training purposes or just throw them away. Now they're a hot item. It may sound a little goulish to the uneducated but all kinds of wonderful things are being made with them. I've seen some pretty creative things done with them, some tacky and others quite tasteful. The female mind is so inventive you know!" "Believe me, I do know. What kind of tasteful things have you seen?" "Oh, testicle earrings, paper weights, key chains, wall plaques, decorations, you name it. There's a woman in the neighborhood that does the most wonderful things with them, she quite the artisan. I feel they're becoming popular because they serve the purpose of reminding a woman of the day she took charge of her own life. We encourage our clients to keep them as sort of therapeutic souvenirs ." "You make it sound like an up and coming status symbol." "I know a club uptown where residual jewelry is almost mandatory." More polite giggles "How about the scrotums?" "Oh yes, they're a lot rarer than testicle stuff, which seems to be absolutely everywhere these days. I've seen things like purses, cup cossies and pin cushions made from them. I even know a woman who made a bikini top out of two of them. She says it gives her a big kick when males are ogling her at the beach. If they ever knew what they were drooling at, their silly erections would shrivel in a second." "I would imagine so! Maybe after we're finished, you could tell me where I might be able to purchase something like that. Anyway, Ms. Talbot mentioned code red cases, how are they handled?" "Under Ms. Talbot's direction code red cases have become priority number one. I wish we specialized in only them. With a code red the procedure is always a radical, that's the Centers strict policy. Also, with "reds" as we call them, we allow and in fact encourage the client to "vent" emotionally and physically on the case prior to the actual castration. We tell them to transfer their legitimate rage to the case where it really belongs. The male is the culpable one, only the male should be the one in pain we tell her. It marvelous the way it works, though it's not for the squeamish mind you. A code red castration is always a grueling affair for the poor woman. The clients are encouraged to relive their abuse during the process. Often a code red can take hours to complete. We give the victims all the support and all the time they require. Some women are more reactive with their abusers than others and things can get quite, shall we say, animated. However, we do try to prevent any serious injury to the non-targeted organs. This is not the Coliseum you know! "The Center's commitment to sensitivity is most laudable. Just so you know, I'll be highlighting the sensitivity angle in my article. Our subscribers have grown to expect that sort of thing. Anyway Karen, please tell me, why do women seek your services? Is there a common thread?" "They come to us for a variety of reasons ranging from birth control, heath concerns and especially to curtail bothersome sexual demands. More and more though it's just simple frustration. Whatever, it's the Centers policy not to judge the reasons, its strictly a female decision. As a matter of fact, I can't imagine a good reason to question a woman's motives about anything!" "Your so right Karen. You mentioned something about frustration, please explain." "Its a sad fact, that while it's been repeatedly maintained by the media that every female in this culture is the subject of daily abuse, women continue to be victimized. And the male dominated legal system refuses to do anything to stop these horrible crimes! Institutionalized male terrorism against women has been going on for thousands of years. Anyone who knows anything about herstory, knows it is the base nature of the male animal to subjugate the true humans." Kramer knew her lines cold. "All of our clients have been terribly abused, sometimes even physically. Like all true feminists, we believe any abuse of a any sister, anywhere, constitutes the rape of all women everywhere. The Center is committed to end this historical aggression. The first thing all of us need to do is to change women's attitudes about themselves. Only when a community of victims has been established, can a community of the guilty be identified. It makes perfect emotional sense!" They smiled at each other, like two dancers who knew they had just turned a perfect swirl. "Thanks to the Center a new means of restoring a woman's self-worth and group confidence is available. Modern feeling is that there is not only the matter of treatment but also restitution and we agree. Simply loosing the ability to reproduce in not enough therapy for causing anguish to a sister. All sensible people agree that until we start using the death penalty within a week of the allegation, women will continue to be victimized. We feel every potential rapist should live in constant fear of his sexual organs as well as his life. We feel that's the only way women can live peacefully and safely in a mixed gender society." Kramer took a moment to conjure up some more heartfelt emotion. "Instead of subjecting herself to a second rape all women suffer in the male dominated legal system, we offer victimized women and criminal males an alternative means of addressing the issue. It's a good deal all around. Women get there self respect back, a dangerous source of testosterone is eliminated and society saves a lot of money to boot. We feel the government should give us fifty thousand dollars for every rapist we identify and treat. We hope to have a bill in congress early next year to require the government to do just that. If you feel about it, it's really a wonderful bargain for the whole community!" "It's so obvious to any feeling person Karen, I'm sure you'll get the legislation you need. Tell me, can anyone sponsor a subject for correction?" "Yes, any woman can request our services. The cases are only be required to do two very simple things, cooperate and pay the expenses." "It must be so hard on the women who come here but I supposed it's all part of the process. Tell me, are there any procedures that stick out in your mind as being especially memorable?" "Every procedure is unique in it's own way but a few really stand out. I'll never forget the young lady, I call her that because that's what she called herself, she was young. The male she felt was her college sweetheart turned out to be her college rapist. It was the seventh time in one semester she had been raped. Each time she said it had been a different male. I feel was exaggerating a little about that but it didn't matter. She got really into it and she took hours venting on him. She had done some exquisite damage to his entire groin, I thought his balls would just fall off. He must have been an especially bad male. She wanted to finally castrate him with her bare hands. I couldn't allow that to happen. We do have some pretty high standards to uphold, not to mention the risk of the case going terminal. I was at the cabinet getting the tray for the cauterization procedure when the case let out a loud scream. I turned around to see the young lady standing next to the table holding something in her hand. It was his penis, or should I say, her penis. She was very proud of herself, which after all was the purpose of the exercise. She announced to everyone that her sense of self worth had been fully restored and then left with her hard won trophy. We acted quickly and dressed the wound. I had to complete the procedure myself" "Why the full treatment?" "No code red has every left the facility without having been castrated. It's a major policy at the Center. It just wouldn't do to let one go! The Centers fine reputation would be damaged. We are very proud of our perfect record. It's my record too." "And you have every right to be proud of yourself Karen. What was the best example of a procedure you can remember?" "It was about a year ago. This women had real class. She invited about ten of her friends to share the experience with her. The case was seated in the procedure chair facing the crowd. She waited in the hallway for a full twenty minutes waiting for the case to loose his courage. That male sat there crying his eyes out and he had the usual silly erection that bobbed up and down with his sobbing convulsions. He was restrained of course. The women were all transfixed on that waving penis. I feel it was because they knew it was safe and they had control of it. Anyway, this woman had a good sense of the stage. When she felt the crowd was ready, she calmly walked into the room and didn't say a word. The crowd was expectant and yet very respectful. They knew their part too. She stopped at the table selected the scissors then walked up to the chair. Without hesitation she put the blades between the rings and looked at the crowd. We all heard the "SNIP!" and saw the package drop into the pan. She calmly put down the shears and picked up the severed scrotum. The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. She held over her head for a moment for the whole crowd to see and then handed the case his own balls. Needless to say, the place went absolutely nuts! I thought that was very classy." "Wow! I wish I could of been there. What was the worst example?" "For me its a bad procedure when the Centers services are abused. I know it sounds unlikely but I'm afraid it happens from time to time. I had a disappointing procedure just a couple of days ago as a matter of fact, and it wasn't a code red either. I should have anticipated a problem when the client insisted on being addressed as Mrs. Rosen. This woman obviously had no sense self-worth at all! It was a situation where, in return for the abused wife agreeing not divorce her idiot husband for fucking around with his secretary, he would have to be neutered. She told him it wasn't a punishment, rather it would positively insure his future fidelity. I could tell the husband was not very sure about going trough with it. He didn't have the usual erection most cases have. She told him if he loved her he would do this for the sake of their marriage. He cried while the wife begged him to do it and he finally nodded his consent. The wife insisted on a radical castration of course, and asked me to do the cutting for her. She said it was too "icckie" to do it herself. After I castrated her husband I brought the pan to her and asked her what she wanted to do with the residuals. She picked up the nutsack and inspected it for a while. When she was done she laid it down right on his chest so he could see it. Then she told him she had filed her divorce papers that very morning and all of his belongings were on the front lawn and also that she had also gotten a restraining order. Then she just walked out, without saying another word. I felt she was being unnecessarily difficult. I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I feel a little sorry for the poor bastards." The British bitch suddenly looked perturbed and snapped her knees together. Kramer used her hand to fan herself like a belle recounting a harrowing tale. She knew she had fucked-up. "Don't get me wrong! She was perfectly within her rights to do what she did and I would never criticize another emotionally intelligent sister. What I mean is, if we had known what she wanted, we could have prepared for it. As it was, the male had a bit of a breakdown afterwards and it took us the rest of the day to get him stable enough for release. That threw off the schedule for the whole Center! That Rosen woman inconvenienced every other women waiting for services that day, and that we can't allow! Thankfully difficult procedures are infrequent. I still have her package in the fridge." The English cunt seemed relieved by Kramer's quick comeback and resumed her smiling. "I guess it's true Karen, good work is never easy work. Please tell me, what was your most unusual procedure." "Yes Penelope, lets lighten up. It was another elective procedure and actually very humorous as it turned out. A male had bet his prized possessions in a high stakes poker game after he had ran out of money. To make a long story short, he lost and she wanted to collect her property. He had tried to buy them back from her but she said she wanted to make earrings or a necklace out of them. The woman felt the males she gambled with would be distracted by a pair of severed testicles being dangled in front of them during a game and that would give her a physiological advantage. Being a sportswomen though, this woman couldn't resist gambling with her uncollected winnings. The male anxiously proposed several wagers until he finally came up with an bet that interested her. The first thing he had to do was to pay her ten thousand dollars just to take the bet. The wager was that he could produce enough semen in a single jack-off session to fill a small cup. After some haggling about the size of the cup it was agreed that he would be allowed to cum as many times as he could in two hours. If he won he kept his balls and she would keep the ten thousand. If he couldn't fill it within two hours she would immediately collect her winnings and keep the money. We sat there for an hour watching that guy frantically stroke his penis. The client and I enjoyed it thoroughly. You've got to admit it is a pretty bizarre sight watching a guy whack-off knowing he is about to lose his beloved nuts. He was doing a pretty good job and had almost filled to cup when the well ran dry. His penis was bright red from all the rubbing but thankfully it was also limp. He tried like the devil to get it up one more time but it just wouldn't respond. He knew he had almost done it so he gave her expectant look hoping it was enough to save his balls. She just smiled and shook her head. The cup wasn't quite filled. She regrettably told him, "Sorry." He sighed and seated himself in the procedure chair. Occasionally you do get a brave one. I didn't feel the women really wanted the poor bastard de-balled but after all, a bet was a bet. It was a matter of honor for her. I was about to make the incision when she stopped me and did something very dramatic! She picked up the cup and toasted the male for his good sportsmanship and drank it down. I was in total shock! The effect on the male was to give him another erection of course. He anxiously cited the rules and she graciously allowed him one more attempt. She even encouraged him as she held the cup to the head of his penis as he let go what was to be his last load ever. Funny thing! It was the biggest load he had produced all day and we all could tell it would have been enough to overfill the cup if the woman hadn't just drank it all. When the woman realized this all she could say was, "Opps!" The silly male thought he had saved his balls and our client was equally sure that she that she had won them all over again. They started arguing about the rules and couldn't agree on who won the bet. I had too finally intervene and make the call myself." "You were fair of course?" "Of course I was Penelope." "The case was the most disappointed thing you ever saw but he cooperated till he was strapped in. The cowards always change their minds when that happens. I made the incision down the center of his scrotum and then I coached the her through her part of the procedure. She popped the first ball out and held it for a few seconds before she cut the cord. She drained the glass again before claiming the other one. This woman had a real sense of humor too. When she finished collecting her bet she had me place not two but three falsies in his empty scrotum before I sutured it closed. She told him she wanted to make it up to him for being such a good sport about the whole thing. I've always wondered how he goes about explaining his "over abundance". Some days are so much fun, you never know what's going to happen!" "Remind me never to play cards with her, not that her jewelry would bother me." I noticed their giggles had matured into hearty laughter now. They were becoming old friends.