Message-ID: <528eli$9704141754@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 2/8 "Robert! Your perception of the justice system is tragically naive. The D.A. is well aware of the solution that has been proposed. She told me she will let Ms. Summers and her attorney handle the matter themselves, but only if all the parties agree. As a matter of fact, I think she's very intrigued with the idea. I heard her say it may be a better way of dealing with all sorts of criminals and a cheaper one too. She let on that this method of "private restitution" has been used before. Listening to her, I'm afraid we can expect to see the idea legitimized and even codified in the very near future. I can't imagine how they'd word it in the sentencing guidelines. You'd think that mothers and sisters would object ..... but they don't. They're scared too I guess. Where will it all stop I wonder?" Van Horn caught herself drifting. "This agreement you're about to make with Ms. Summer's does not legally bind us. We can still go to trial if we want to. If we go to the D. A. before they do, I can call in a few favors she owes me. She's very professional that way." "Sound more like a professional butcher to me." "She just doing her job as she sees it Robert. She's very serious about her career." "FUCK her career!" That agitated the old bag. "This is one of the oldest and most respected law firms in the city! I'm a senior partner here, there is a decorum that will be observed. I won't tolerate such language!" The irony was not lost on me. It seems the mutilation of the male sex organs by a deranged lunatic, with the caveat that the lunatic is female of course, was legitimate fodder for serious discussion. It's a matter to be calmly discussed and even joked about for hours on end. Just make damn sure you don't use profanity while doing it. Van Horn, you are one, old, fat, dumb, shit! This world is not going to shit! It's already there. "I said FUCK her! and FUCK her career!" "I see you have yet to come to terms with the gravity situation or you wouldn't be so brazen. Forcible rape is considered as the most heinous of all crimes these days, even more serious than deliberate murder. We will have to deal with it. Remember, a guilty verdict doesn't mean you did it, it just means .... you're guilty." "Guilty of what?" "Everyone is guilty of something Robert. .............. Look me in the eyes. Is there something that you haven't told me? Is there something that you can say that will make me understand why you insist on doing this?" I didn't have an answer that she would understand. "What would you do in my position? "I'd fight it!" she demanded. "And then go to prison for twenty or twenty five years?" She didn't have an answer for that. "Innocent people do go to prison Robert, especially when politics are involved. You have realize that you are in the way of some very powerful forces and that there is a legitimate price to be paid for the position you've allowed yourself to be put in." "I have NO choice!" "It's up to you Robert. ........ Very well then, I have tried to talk you out of it. It seems you have made your decision. You are set on this course of action, aren't you ? ......................Yes, I see." "Have you made all the necessary preparations? Have you arranged for time off from work ? They say you will need at least a couple of weeks. Do you have the money? You have to pay them to do this you know? They want three thousand dollars, plus an "advised" gratuity. And what have you done about after? Have you made the appropriate arrangements? Have you contacted a psychologist? Have you made .... you know .... deposits?" she asked. "Yeah. If someone will have me, I will be able to have my own children" I was getting stupid. "Then lets get this over with. Ms. Summer's attorney is waiting in the conference room." "Come Robert." The Conference Room "Robert, this is Ms. Murray, she is Gail Summers attorney." Murray gave me an impersonal nod. They both ignored me and talked agenda for a while. The Murray broad made no secret of the fact that she was a way out of the closet clit licken slit and proud of it. Ms. Murray began the proceedings. "Ms. Simmers has decided, against all my advice I might add, to accept your client's unconventional offer. While she's not the least bit satisfied with it, but it seems that it's the best available solution given his limited resources. If your client prepared to formally present his offer, in writing, we are ready to accept." "My offer! What the ....." Van Horn turned to me and burned me with her eyes. "yes" I said. "Excuse me Mr. Hayes, I didn't hear that. What did you say?" This dyke wasn't happy with merely winning. "YES!" I said. Ms. Murray began again "I have prepared a preamble, please listen carefully." For the next 15 minutes I listened to the accusations of stalking, coercion, menace, physical assault, assorted acts of sodomy and finally forcible rape I in no way had perpetrated on her client. And now I was about solemnly to admit to all of them. "As Mr. Hayes admits his guilt and does so freely and without coercion, my client makes several demands of him as regards his offer of symbolic restitution for his sexual assault upon her person. Amongst them, bla, bla, bla......." I could not stand it any longer. "She says I raped her. I say I didn't! What I say doesn't matter shit. RIGHT? Now she says she wants revenge. That's the only word for it isn't it? She wants to ruin my life. And, she wants my cooperation in doing it or I get hung." I let my emotions go. "Lets stop dancing around it ! I do as she wants or she sends me to prison. The fact that I didn't do a damn thing doesn't matter for shit! If I don't do as she wants then I go to jail. Either way she wins and I lose! Why can't you just say it? She has decided to ruin my life, all I get to decide is how it gets ruined. JUST SAY IT!" "If you prefer, we could let the authorities handle the matter." said Murray. She knew I didn't prefer. I was resigned to their version of the truth. I just wanted everyone to know that this was a sick fucken deal. Van Horn piped up. "Mr. Hayes has instructed me to tell you that he will comply will your clients wishes. However, he does not admit any criminal guilt in the matter ...bla, bla, bla." Great. A moral victory. "Not acceptable! The agreement specifically requires your client to acknowledge his sexual assault upon my client and his responsibility for that assault. We are prepared to use the normal channels if your client wishes. We have been in contact with certain people high up in the judicial system in this city. They seem eager to address the matter themselves if we cannot settle the matter privately. May I remind your client we are well prepared for the other alternative." "Enough!" I said. "We all know it's going to happen." The lesbo lawyer couldn't hide her satisfaction. She'll be bragging about this for years. I signed the papers that would change my life. I had been resigned to this for the last two weeks. The girl at the sperm bank couldn't resist commenting on my daily visits to the place. I told her I was going to have a vasectomy. She gave me a sympathetic look then giggled. If she knew the truth I bet she would have laughed out loud. I was beginning to think all women are heartless bitches. Hayes my boy, you are fucked. Van Horn handed Murray the signed documents. The dyke caressed her copy like it was a loose tit. "I think we're finished here now" said Ms. Murray. "Please Ms. Van Horn, remind your client of the absolute necessity of his fully compiling with the agreement. Ms. Summers can still go to a very sympathetic police department. Let me also add on a personnel note, even though I think your client is getting off rather easily, I hope that this method of settling these matters becomes commonplace. I feel arrangements like these are critical to reestablishing a rape victim's self-esteem. Good afternoon, Ms! Van Horn." Murray hoisted her fat rump out of the chair and paraded it toward the door. As she walked, her jell-o ass made a ridiculous up and down motion, rather that the exaggerated side to side sway you'd expect from a cunt who had just gotten her way. She left, but not before turning around to give me a big "I goch'a! " smile. Van Horn waited a while till she was sure no was listening then she spoke in her most incredulous voice. "Are you really ready to be a gelded Robert!" I had to admit I was scared stiff and I meekly asked, "Do you think I can trust them to have all the medical ..... necessities?" She sniffed, and then she sniffed again. "Ms. Murray informs me that she knows of a competent organization that handles such matters very professionally and very .......... discretely. ...... It's called .........." My lawyer searched for another tone but couldn't find it. "the Women's Service Center." The irony this time was not lost on either of us. I thought I noticed Van Horn getting emotional. "Ms. Murray assures me that the operation is relatively simple one. Its regularly done on an out-patient basis. The facility you have been be referred to has the trained personnel and equipment to do such things. You shouldn't be worried about the medical issues." She wasn't being the cool cumber I was used to. "But, ..... , She paused a few seconds. "........I suspect that they will make it as hard for you as they can. Ms. Murray tells me that Ms. Summers is apt to be ....... shall we say ........ a bit vengeful." The old bag and I where sweating together now. "I should be prepared for some intentional discomfort prior to the actual procedure. However, the agreement is very specific in a point that is very much in your favor." As she was reading her face began turning red. "No sustaining harm will be done to any other part of Mr. Hayes anatomy with the exception of the previously mentioned appendages." "Now the bad news Robert." She took a breath. "Ms. Summers will perform the actual ............ Van Horn stumbled like she had never said the word before. "castration." She let that sink in for a moment. "Ms. Summers will be supervised by a trained surgical nurse." She began to speaking quickly now. "Both your testicles and your scrotum are to be removed." Her voice was beginning to break. "The severed organs will become the property of Ms. Summers or her assignees." It was Van Horn's nature to try to find the bright side of any situation. "Your penis is to be left intact and will remain functional. I was able to negotiate that much for you. They were most intent on getting that also. It almost killed the deal. You should be grateful to me." Hooray for the old bag. "All this is directly from the text of the agreement you just signed. The "procedure", that's how they refer to it, will take place tomorrow night. You are to present yourself at this address at precisely 3 p.m. tomorrow afternoon for your briefing and preparation. This will take an hour or so and you can leave when you're through. You are to return at precisely 11 p.m. for the actual procedure. It is scheduled for midnight. That's when it will begin anyway." Van Horn needlessly adjusted her winged bifocals, taking comfort in a old habit. "The name of the person you are to ask for a Ms. Karen A. Kramer. This "woman" " she sneered, "is supposed to be practiced in this sort of thing." She removed her antiquated eyeware and looked me straight in the face. "I'm glad I'm an old woman. I couldn't make much of a living doing this." Putting her eyes back on again, she began using an even more serious tone. "I don't know if they will perform the operation immediately. In fact, I don't think they have any intention on doing it quickly at all. I happen to think that it may prove to be a rather protracted affair. It could last all night." I was used to her lawyer'ly mannerisms but these we're ones I had not seen before. I think we were both scared off character. "To be frank with you, I think they intend to make this an ordeal for you. I think their intention is that you suffer some degree of both physical pain and mental distress prior to the amputation of your testicles. I have to be blunt with you Robert. None of this is in the agreement but this is what Ms. Murray told me you can expect." Van Horn stared down at the table as she talked to me. "Gail Summers not only intends to castrate you. She is going to abuse your genitals before she cuts them off. She is going to take her time doing it. After you are castrated she is going to take your severed testicles and dangle them in front of your face and mock you with them." She took another deep breath and hid her trembling hands under the table. "She is also going to remove your entire scrotum. .......... This Summers women will be laughing at you the entire time she disassembles your manhood. ............ There will be other women there watching her do it. ................ They will be cheering for her." "Is all that clear? Do you understand everything? I hope you're not harboring any fantasies about escaping from these events once you're there. You have are authorized them yourself." I never heard her speak so loudly as I was about to. "THERE WILL BE NO MERCY. DO NOT EXPECT ANY!" Van Horn struggled to regain some of her usual composure. "Are you sure you want to go through with it Robert? Are you really prepared to be neutered in the most horrible way imaginable at the hands of a madwomen?" I nodded yes without looking up. I couldn't look up. "Then there is nothing more I can do for you. I wash my hands of the matter and you. Do what you think you have to do. I am no longer your attorney Robert. You will never contact me again. Is that clear!" I left her office and walked around for hours. As per my agreement with one Gail Summers and her sadist lawyer I was to present myself to Ms. Kramer tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow night Gail Summers would reclaim the dignity I am accused of taking from her. Tomorrow night, I was to replace the dignity she never had and lose mine, forever. You'd think I'd feel like getting laid or masturbating till my dick fell off. I didn't. I just walked around for hours thinking. My balls for my freedom. My balls for my freedom. My balls for my freedom. Most men would rather die than face what is in store for me, but Robert Hayes is a fucking coward. That was the first time a realized that about myself. Every other man in the world would kill to protect his nuts, every man except me. What should I do with my last night as a whole man? Spend a grand on a first class whore? What the hell, two first class whores! Maybe one cheap slut who would ask me to slap her as she sucked my dick. Blowjobs for everybody!!! Right? Sex was the furthest thing from my mind and I wanted nothing to do with the whole female race. I remember wondering, why it was that women put such a high value on a simple fucken blowjob! Chapter II Details, Details It was one of those old, grand Victorian houses that had been molested into a professional building. You could talk to a divorce lawyer, get a root canal done and be castrated, all at the same address. Aren't we fortunate to be living in such wonderful times I thought. I pressed the intercom button for the Women's Service Center. "My name in Robert Hayes, I'm here to see Ms. Kramer." There was no immediate response. About a minute later the door creaked opened. The woman who answered the door looked to be in her early twenties. The girl had that kind of no makeup good looks, a tight bod and a cute sway-back ass. She was short, almost tiny and a little bit on the thin side but she bulged where it counted. Her hair was a deep and an unnatural shade of red and she wore it short in a boyish style. The white pants suit, the kind that nurses wear, was perfectly pressed and slightly tight. The nerdy tortoiseshell eyeglasses completed the intentionally stern look. She made a point of acting overly aloof. I knew the type, "Look at me everybody. I'm a serious professional!" A professional bitch that is! She coldly scanned me for a second then turned around and ordered in an low impersonal voice, "Follow me." We went through the small vestibule and entered the first door in the hallway into a larger room. As I followed her taut ass she instructed me in a cold, dispassionate voice, the one women use to talk to someone they feel is beneath them, "My name is Ms. Kramer. I am in a meeting, you'll will have to wait until I'm ready for you." Her office was decorated in the fashion of government social services office, cold and functional. A couple of desks, some filing cabinets here and there and a few neglected plants were all I could see. The pictures on the wall were just posters, angry women's rights stuff, lesbian power, shit like that. It looked like a N. O. W. office at any collage, right down to estrogen stains on the carpet. There was an attractive woman seated in front of the larger desk. She was neatly dressed and seemed to be out of place in such cheap surroundings. She had the look and the aura of a very proper business woman. Looking over her shoulder the fancy one gave me a brief wide eyed glance, like the kind you'd give a bum at the opera, then returned to the writing pad she had on her lap. Ms. Kramer nonchalantly motioned with her hand towards a small room off to the side. "Wait in there. I'll call you when I'm ready." Van Horn was right, they didn't have the slightest interest in making this easy for me. I wondered how many men had entered this horrible place, only to leave as something else. Judging from the size of the room where I was to wait it used to be a bathroom. It was small and rectangular, two folding chairs and a small table, same stupid posters. There was no door and I could see them getting back to their meeting. I figured the well dressed one was a saleswomen from a medical instruments company, probably got a fucken MBA. Damn, this is sick. They began talking and I guessed that the attractive one was English from her accent and her well mannered diction. I tried to distract myself with a magazine but the only thing to read was the a few old copies of the "Feminist Quarterly". Shit! I couldn't do anything but sit there and sweat. I could hear every word they were saying, it wasn't by chance. "Sorry for the interruption Penelope. That's tonight's procedure, he'll be happy to wait." The fancy one giggled politely. Kramer picked up the conversation. "Where were we? Oh yes! I've been here almost a year and a half. It's my first job out of nursing school and I just love it. Since I've been here I have performed or have assisted clients in performing about a fifty or sixty corrective procedures. We've been so busy lately it's been hard to keep count." "I've already spoken to your Director, Ms. Talbot at her office uptown. She was kind enough to give me the background information of the Center and its important work. Your Director suggested I come here, where the actual work is done, and talk to you, Karen, about the services you provide and about some of the more interesting cases you've handled." "Sure! I love talking about my work." "Ms. Talbot explained the Centers important role in supplying alternative health services to women and bringing about much needed political and societal change. What I want to know is, how would you Karen, describe the Centers mission from the perspective of a professional health care provider?" "Ms. Talbot is an inspiration to all of us. As you know, one of the Centers main missions is to take normally constructed males and make them "safe" males. Our crusade is important because the Center offers women services that the traditional medical establishment refuses to offer, at least so far. From a holistic point of view we feel our services are in fact the cornerstone element of any complete women's health program. Basically our clients bring males here to be surgically modified, though we feel the proper term is "corrected." We perform two types of corrective procedures. The simple procedure, that's the removal of just the testicles, and the radical procedure, that's the removal of the scrotal sack along with the testicles. I developed all the techniques we use here myself." "I see you use the term procedure rather than castration. Why is that?" "Regrettably, castration is still a very emotionally charged word. The Center tries to get women to look at it in a political context. We feel when the new, emerging, feminist society embraces its obvious benefits, routine castration will be the norm. More than that, it will surely prove be the solution for many of the problems women face in their lives. We feel the day of this new awareness is close by, and the Center is committed to hasten its arrival. Still, many unenlightened women are uncomfortable with the word, so I often use euphemisms. I'm afraid I'm accustomed to speaking to the unconverted. No pun intended." It was Kramer's turn to chuckle. "I see you're a bit of a cut up Karen!" Stereo giggles now. "Anyway Karen, tell me how do you perform your castrations? What are the preparations?" "All the cases are prepped in pretty much the same way. The first thing we do is conduct a familiarization secession with both the women, who we call the client, and the male we call the case. We show her the facility, the instruments and explain her options. After she has made her choices the case is then prepped. First all the genital hair is removed and then the scrotum is "adjusted", depending on which type of procedure the client has chosen." "Isn't a castration just a castration? What are the options? And how do you "adjust" a case?" "Like most medical procedures it neither as simple or as complicated as you might guess. We have specific procedures depending on whether it is to be a simple or radical castration. Both procedures first require the removal of all pubic hair but both procedures require different adjustments be made to the scrotum. You see, the ballsack in an originally constructed male will constrict for a variety of reasons, cold, fear or even when he is sexually aroused. The point is, you can't cut'em off if you can't get at'em. I developed a technique that uses a combination of methods to relax the scrotal sack and make it incapable of constricting, even under intense stress." I saw Kramer pull a paper from her desk and lay it on the desk. Penelope slid her way forward to see it. "This illustration might help you visualize things. A heat generating gel is applied around the top of the scrotum next to the torso," Kramer's finger stabbed the middle of the paper while the nose of the British bitch anxiously hovered over it. "This causes the scrotal sack to relax and the testicles to fall to the full length of the sperm ducts attaching them to the body. I then make a series of injections around the top of the sack using a locally acting anesthesia. This prevents the sack from constricting once the gel wears off. Everything drops further than most people think imaginable. No matter what you do after that it doesn't react. I'm continually amazed at it myself. The case is now ready, at least for a simple castration." "I see. And how is a simple castration performed?" "Once the scrotal sack is anesthetized, an incision is made down the middle and the testicles are expressed through the opening. The connective tissues attaching them to the body are clamped off and then severed. This is done by the client if she chooses but I end up doing it most of the time. Then it's just a stitch job. If the client directs prosthesis are inserted into the empty sack and it is then sutured closed. Done, simple as that!" "You make it sound so easy Karen. Why the falsies though?" "Mostly its the wives or girlfriends wanting to keep at least the appearance of a fully constructed male. Our more educated clients don't bother with'em anymore. Women who have seen a fully castrated male find that they prefer the look. I know I do! Still its the clients call, we always try accommodate the clients wishes." "Old attitudes die hard I guess. Tell me, how do you perform a radical castration?" "A radical, contrary to popular belief, is the simpler procedure. Usually the balls and the sack come off together. If the client requests it, they can be amputated separately, we try to be flexible. Normally however, two adjustable constricting rings are place over the adjusted scrotal sack as high up as possible. The rings are made so the can be tightened but not loosened. The flexible scrotum is manually stretched as far as necessary and the testicles are passed through the rings. Once in place next to the body trunk they are set about an inch apart and then tightened using a special tool, to a diameter about the size of your pinkie. Truth be known that is when the actual castration occurs. The blood vessels are crushed beyond any repair and the balls are dead. If I were to stop at this point the sack with the balls in it, would fall off on their own in a week or so. But because of the high risk of unintended infection we always insist on completing the job during the same session. Any thing else wouldn't be ethical. The client or myself then severs the scrotum between the rings using any number of instruments we supply or an item she may bring from home, and its done. I give the case a local and cauterize the body stub and it's finished. It's actually very simple, real clean, almost no blood at all, and the client ends up with a neat memento." "The pains you take to be humane are most commendable. I'll be sure to mention it in the article. You mention things from home. Like what?" "Oh, it can be anything, garden shears, a razor or a pair of scissors. I've even seen a wedding knife used, you know the knife used to cut the cake. It's becoming quite popular with our divorcing clients. The abused wives like the symbolism of it, as well as the fact that its serrated." "I bet they do!" I noticed the English cunt was getting antsy. She kept stirring around in her seat, folding and refolding her legs. "Tell me Karen, does the center perform penectomys?" "No. Amputating a penis is much too complicated a procedure for our little facility. It's happened a few times but is was always been an unforeseen occurrence. The Center's official policy is that we do not condone mutilation for is own sake. The lines would be around the block! I can imagine though, a lot of situations where it would be appropriate. I don't feel it's such a terrible thing to permanently disarm a male accused of a serious offense like causing distress to a sister. Still, the Center does not officially condone such things, yet." -- +--------------' 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> /