Message-ID: <3694eli$9709041109@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3694.txt> From: cbowman932@aol.com (Cbowman932) Subject: Cutters and Keepers 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: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19970904025800.WAA12955@ladder01.news.aol.com> Cutters and Keepers September 3, 2102 The young man moaned softly as Kay and Sarrah adjusted the straps holing his legs and arms in a figure eight. He couldn't be over 20 years of age. His firm, muscular frame seemed stretched to it's limit with the chains holding his limbs to the four corner post of the table. "There," said Kay with authority. "That is how you properly tie one of these animals." "I'm not an animal," yelled the young man who had woke to find the two hunters discussing his present condition. "Shut-up, you worthless piece of shit," snapped Sarrah. She looked to Kay for approval. Kay nodded, "You learn fast Sarrah. It won't be too long until you're out there hunting males by yourself." "Let me go. You have to let me go," cried the male as he pulled at the chains. Kay removed her tranquilizer gun from her belt and pointed it directly at the male's balls. "One more outburst and I set this to full and fill those things full of Tranq. juice. Do you know what that will do to you?" The male nodded and closed his eyes. Awake, but resigned to his fate. Kay replaced the gun and looked at Sarrah. Kay noted that Sarrah's face looked somewhat perplexed. "Several years ago, by accident, we learned that a Tranq shot to this weak area of the male's body causes the worst amount of pain known to men. They actually beg you to cut them off to stop the pain." "Oh, then why not just shoot them there and chop," she smiled. "My dear little apprentice. We are not the animals here." She pointed at the male. "That is the animal. We simple catch them, collar them, select some for reproduction, and drain and chop the others. We can then release them back into the wild." "I know," Sarrah said. "I remember the history classes. A male left with his testicles out of check will be very violent and dangerous to the general population. We can't have them getting out of control." Kay smiled, "I'm glad I sponsored you. You are the smartest student that I've had." She removed another tool from her belt. "It's time, would you like to remove his testicles?" Sarrah took the tool, and at the same moment, Kay's paging device went off. She pushed the button and listened. A controlling female voice came over the system. "This is Control Sector One. We have a male, 21 to 22 years of age downtown. We have reports that he may have had sex with one of the girls at the college. He is not collared. We need you to collect this male under Law 235 and judge him for reproduction units or testicle removal and return to general population 2575." Kay pushed the button again. "Understood. I'm on my way." She turned to Sarrah. "You run the test on this one. If he is suitable for the reproduction units, send him. If not, remove the testicles and collar him to return to the public." Kay left the small room. Sarrah looked down at the male, who had now opened his eyes to watch the other woman leave. "You are still not to talk," Sarrah said coldly to him. "Now, let's see if those things have what it takes to stay around." She placed the instrument around the males penis. It covered the head and encased the the testicles. She pushed a button on the top. The device began to hum. Outwardly, it made no motion. On the inside, the small device massaged the head of the penis, and pumped it up and down. Insides the "testicle pocket" the machine compressed the testicles softly to force the male sperm out faster. Within moments, sweat was pouring out of almost all the pours of the young male. His eyes were tightly closed and Sarrah noticed that his hips begin to thrust almost instinctively. After several moments, he yelled out and filled the device with his ejaculation. Sarrah removed the device and noticed that it cleaned the penis and kept everything neat. A small indicator on the side glowed red. She turned the device to show the male. "To bad," she smiled. "Green means you get to keep them, red means your count isn't high enough. Simply put, so even you can understand, you don't cut it." She laughed out loud, "And since you don't cut it, I will." "No, please. Test me again. I swear, I can get someone pregnant, please. Send me to the reproduction..." "I told you to shut up. Animals" she said as she withdrew her Tranq gun. "You are lucky. You're the first I get to do alone. Kay," she said, indicating toward the door. "She is such a humanitarian. But me, they say I'm a little sadistic. What do you think?" Before the male could answer, she placed her Tranq gun on high power, placed the end of the barrel against his scrotum, and pulled the trigger. She smiled as she watched his body thrash up and down on the table. She noted that he had no control of his screaming, of the sweat, of the tears, or of the foam that came to his mouth. While it would take a little longer going through his scrotum, and be more painful, Sarrah knew it would still know him out in a few minutes. Looking between his legs, she noted that the scrotum had swelled twice it's size with the fluid placed there by the gun. She removed a device from her belt, placed it around the scrotum, and pulled the trigger. A loud "Chop" sound came from the device, the male passed out, and the miniature lasers inside the device sealed the cut and removed the sac. She replaced the device on her belt and pulled out a metal collar. She quickly punched in a code to identify the male as being cut and safe for female ownership. She placed it around his neck and locked it shut. Removing her paging device from her belt, she contacted Kay. "Kay, this is Sarrah," she said. "This one wasn't up to the test. I had to cut and collar. I think I'm ready to release him back into the population." "Good girl," Kay said back through the device. "Release him on 12th street and send the press release to the papers. Someone will pick him up and give him a home within a few days." She paused. "After you do that, come on down to 22nd and Western. I've got this one under control and I want you to test him. You need more experience at this, Okay?" "Sure thing," said Sarrah. "Think he'll be a cutter or keeper?" The end This could easily turn into a short series of stories. If you like it, please e-mail and I'll write some more with Kay and Sarrah. Maybe Sarrah will teach Kay a thing or two about "cutting" in the future.... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /