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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.

:)


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