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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."

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