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                            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....



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