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"Maybe someday Karen."

Kramer nodded her head slightly.

"Now the question everyone is curious about, what do you do with the
........ how shall I say it .......  the left over parts?"

"Oh, everyone asks me that.  First of all, we call them the residuals,
and they belong to the client.  Not too long ago nobody wanted them.
We'd use them for training purposes or just throw them away.  Now
they're a hot item.  It may sound a little goulish to the uneducated
but all kinds of wonderful things are being made with them.  I've seen
some pretty creative things done with them, some tacky and others
quite tasteful.  The female mind is so inventive you know!"

"Believe me, I do know.  What kind of tasteful things have you seen?"

"Oh, testicle earrings, paper weights, key chains, wall plaques,
decorations, you name it.  There's a woman in the neighborhood that
does the most wonderful things with them, she quite the artisan.  I
feel they're becoming popular because they serve the purpose of
reminding a woman of the day she took charge of her own life.  We
encourage our clients to keep them as sort of therapeutic souvenirs ."

"You make it sound like an up and coming status symbol."

"I know a club uptown where residual jewelry is almost mandatory."

More polite giggles

"How about the scrotums?"

"Oh yes,  they're a lot rarer than testicle stuff, which seems to be
absolutely everywhere these days. I've seen things like purses, cup
cossies and pin cushions made from them.  I even know a woman who made
a bikini top out of two of them.  She says it gives her a big kick
when males are ogling her at the beach.  If they ever knew what they
were drooling at, their silly erections would shrivel in a second."

"I would imagine so!  Maybe after we're finished, you could tell me
where I might be able to purchase something like that.  Anyway, Ms.
Talbot mentioned code red cases, how are they handled?"

"Under Ms. Talbot's direction code red cases have become priority
number one. I wish we specialized in only them.  With a code red the
procedure is always a radical, that's the Centers strict policy.
Also, with "reds" as we call them, we allow and in fact encourage the
client to "vent" emotionally and physically on the case prior to the
actual castration.  We tell them to transfer their legitimate rage to
the case where it really belongs.  The male is the culpable one, only
the male should be the one in pain we tell her.  It marvelous the way
it works, though it's not for the squeamish mind you.  A code red
castration is always a grueling affair for the poor woman.  The
clients are encouraged to relive their abuse during the process.
Often a code red can take hours to complete.  We give the victims all
the support and all the time they require.  Some women are more
reactive with their abusers than others and things can get quite,
shall we say, animated.  However, we do try to prevent any serious
injury to the non-targeted organs.  This is not the Coliseum you know!

"The Center's commitment to sensitivity is most laudable.  Just so you
know, I'll be highlighting the sensitivity angle in my article.  Our
subscribers have grown to expect that sort of thing.  Anyway Karen,
please tell me, why do women seek your services?  Is there a common
thread?"

"They come to us for a variety of reasons ranging from birth control,
heath concerns  and especially to curtail bothersome sexual demands.
More and more though it's just simple frustration.  Whatever, it's the
Centers policy not to judge the reasons, its strictly a female
decision.  As a matter of fact, I can't imagine a good reason to
question a woman's motives about anything!"

"Your so right Karen.  You mentioned something about frustration,
please explain."

"Its a sad fact, that while it's been repeatedly maintained by the
media that every female in this culture is the subject of daily abuse,
women continue to be victimized.  And the male dominated legal system
refuses to do anything to stop these horrible crimes!
Institutionalized male terrorism against women has been going on for
thousands of years.  Anyone who knows anything about herstory, knows
it is the base nature of the male animal to subjugate the true
humans."  

Kramer knew her lines cold.

"All of our clients have been terribly abused, sometimes even
physically. Like all true feminists, we believe any abuse of a any
sister, anywhere, constitutes the rape of all women everywhere. The
Center is committed to end this historical aggression.  The first
thing all of us need to do is to change women's attitudes about
themselves.  Only when a community of victims has been established,
can a community of the guilty be identified.  It makes perfect
emotional sense!"  

They smiled at each other, like two dancers who knew they had just
turned a perfect swirl. 

"Thanks to the Center a new means of restoring a woman's self-worth
and group confidence is available.  Modern feeling is that there is
not only the matter of treatment but also restitution and we agree.
Simply loosing the ability to reproduce in not enough therapy for
causing anguish to a sister.  All sensible people agree that until we
start using the death penalty within a week of the allegation, women
will continue to be victimized.  We feel every potential rapist should
live in constant fear of his sexual organs as well as his life.  We
feel that's the only way women can live peacefully and safely in a
mixed gender society."  

Kramer took a moment to conjure up some more heartfelt emotion.

"Instead of subjecting herself to a second rape all women suffer in
the male dominated legal system, we offer victimized women and
criminal males an alternative means of addressing the issue.  It's a
good deal all around.  Women get there self respect back, a dangerous
source of testosterone is eliminated  and society saves a lot of money
to boot.  We feel the government should give us fifty thousand dollars
for every rapist we identify and treat.  We hope to have a bill in
congress early next year to require the government to do just that.
If you feel about it, it's really a wonderful bargain for the whole
community!"

"It's so obvious to any feeling person Karen, I'm sure you'll get the
legislation you need.  Tell me, can anyone sponsor a subject for
correction?"

"Yes,  any woman can request our services.  The cases are only be
required to do two very simple things, cooperate and pay the
expenses."

"It must be so hard on the women who come here but I supposed it's all
part of the process.  Tell me, are there any procedures that stick out
in your mind as being especially memorable?"

"Every procedure is unique in it's own way but a few really stand out.
I'll never forget the young lady, I call her that because that's what
she called herself, she was young.  The male she felt was her college
sweetheart turned out to be her college rapist.  It was the seventh
time in one semester she had been raped.  Each time she said it had
been a different male.  I feel was exaggerating a little about that
but it didn't matter.  She got really into it and she took hours
venting on him.  She had done some exquisite damage to his entire
groin, I thought his balls would just fall off.  He must have been an
especially bad male.  She wanted to finally castrate him with her bare
hands.  I couldn't allow that to happen.  We do have some pretty high
standards to uphold, not to mention the risk of the case going
terminal.  I was at the cabinet getting the tray for the cauterization
procedure when the case let out a loud scream.  I turned around to see
the young lady standing next to the table holding something in her
hand.  It was his penis, or should I say, her penis. She was very
proud of herself, which after all was the purpose of the exercise. She
announced to everyone that her sense of self worth had been fully
restored and then left with her hard won trophy. We acted quickly and
dressed the wound. I had to complete the procedure myself"

"Why the full treatment?"

"No code red has every left the facility without having been
castrated.  It's a major policy at the Center.  It just wouldn't do to
let one go!  The Centers fine reputation would be damaged.   We are
very proud of our perfect record.  It's my record too."

"And you have every right to be proud of yourself Karen.  What was the
best example of a procedure you can remember?"

"It was about a year ago.  This women had real class.  She invited
about ten of her friends to share the experience with her.  The case
was seated in the procedure chair facing the crowd.  She waited in the
hallway for a full twenty minutes waiting for the case to loose his
courage.  That male sat there crying his eyes out and he had the usual
silly erection that bobbed up and down with his sobbing convulsions.
He was restrained of course.  The women were all transfixed on that
waving penis.  I feel it was because they knew it was safe and they
had control of it.  Anyway, this woman had a good sense of the stage.
When she felt the crowd was ready, she calmly walked into the room and
didn't say a word.  The crowd was expectant and yet very respectful.
They knew their part too.  She stopped at the table selected the
scissors then walked up to the chair.  Without hesitation she put the
blades between the rings and looked at the crowd.  We all heard the
"SNIP!" and saw the package drop into the pan. She calmly put down the
shears and picked up the severed scrotum. The room was so quiet you
could have heard a pin drop.  She held over her head for a moment for
the whole crowd to see and then handed the case his own balls.
Needless to say, the place went absolutely nuts!  I thought that was
very classy."

"Wow! I wish I could of been there.  What was the worst example?"

"For me its a bad procedure when the Centers services are abused. I
know it sounds unlikely but I'm afraid it happens from time to time.
I had a disappointing procedure just a couple of days ago as a matter
of fact, and it wasn't a code red either.  I should have anticipated a
problem when the client insisted on being addressed as Mrs. Rosen.
This woman obviously had no sense self-worth at all!  It was a
situation where, in return for the abused wife agreeing not divorce
her idiot husband for fucking around with his secretary, he would have
to be neutered.  She told him it wasn't a punishment, rather it would
positively insure his future fidelity.  I could tell the husband was
not very sure about going trough with it.  He didn't have the usual
erection most cases have.  She told him if he loved her he would do
this for the sake of their marriage.  He cried while the wife begged
him to do it and he finally nodded his consent.  The wife insisted on
a radical castration of course, and asked me to do the cutting for
her.  She said it was too "icckie" to do it herself.  After I
castrated her husband I brought the pan to her and asked her what she
wanted to do with the residuals.  She picked up the nutsack and
inspected it for a while. When she was done she laid it down right on
his chest so he could see it. Then she told him she had filed her
divorce papers that very morning and all of his belongings were on the
front lawn and also that she had also gotten a restraining order.
Then she just walked out, without saying another word.  I felt she was
being unnecessarily difficult.  I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I
feel a little sorry for the poor bastards."
 
The British bitch suddenly looked perturbed and snapped her knees together.  Kramer used her hand to fan herself like a belle recounting a harrowing tale.  She knew she had fucked-up.

"Don't get me wrong!  She was perfectly within her rights to do what
she did and I would never criticize another emotionally intelligent
sister.  What I mean is, if we had known what she wanted, we could
have prepared for it.  As it was, the male had a bit of a breakdown
afterwards and it took us the rest of the day to get him stable enough
for release.  That threw off the schedule for the whole Center!  That
Rosen woman inconvenienced every other women waiting for services that
day, and that we can't allow!  Thankfully difficult procedures are
infrequent.  I still have her package in the fridge."

The English cunt seemed relieved by Kramer's quick comeback and
resumed her smiling.   

"I guess it's true Karen, good work is never easy work.  Please tell
me, what was your most unusual procedure."

"Yes Penelope, lets lighten up.  It was another elective procedure and
actually very humorous as it turned out.  A male had bet his prized
possessions in a high stakes poker game after he had ran out of money.
To make a long story short, he lost and she wanted to collect her
property.  He had tried to buy them back from her but she said she
wanted to make earrings or a necklace out of them.  The woman felt the
males she gambled with would be distracted by a pair of severed
testicles being dangled in front of them during a game and that would
give her a physiological advantage.  Being a sportswomen though, this
woman couldn't resist gambling with her uncollected winnings.  The
male anxiously proposed several wagers until he finally came up with
an bet that interested her.  The first thing he had to do was to pay
her ten thousand dollars just to take the bet. The wager was that he
could produce enough semen in a single jack-off session to fill a
small cup.  After some haggling about the size of the cup it was
agreed that he would be allowed to cum as many times as he could in
two hours.  If he won he kept his balls and she would keep the ten
thousand.  If he couldn't fill it within two hours she would
immediately collect her winnings and keep the money.  

We sat there for an hour watching that guy frantically stroke his
penis.  The client and I enjoyed it thoroughly.  You've got to admit
it is a pretty bizarre sight watching a guy whack-off knowing he is
about to lose his beloved nuts.  He was doing a pretty good job and
had almost filled to cup when the well ran dry.  His penis was bright
red from all the rubbing but thankfully it was also limp.  He tried
like the devil to get it up one more time but it just wouldn't
respond.  He knew he had almost done it so he gave her expectant look
hoping it was enough to save his balls.  She just smiled and shook her
head.  The cup wasn't quite filled.  She regrettably told him,
"Sorry."  He sighed and seated himself in the procedure chair.
Occasionally you do get a brave one.  I didn't feel the women really
wanted the poor bastard de-balled but after all, a bet was a bet.  It
was a matter of honor for her.  I was about to make the incision when
she stopped me and did something very dramatic!  She picked up the cup
and toasted the male for his good sportsmanship and drank it down.  I
was in total shock!  The effect on the male was to give him another
erection of course.  He anxiously cited the rules and she graciously
allowed him one more attempt.  She even encouraged him as she held the
cup to the head of his penis as he let go what was to be his last load
ever.  Funny thing!  It was the biggest load he had produced all day
and we all could tell it would have been enough to overfill the cup if
the woman hadn't just drank it all.  When the woman realized this all
she could say was, "Opps!"  The silly male thought he had saved his
balls and our client was equally sure that she that she had won them
all over again.  They started arguing about the rules and couldn't
agree on who won the bet.  I had too finally intervene and make the
call myself."  

"You were fair of course?"

"Of course I was Penelope."

"The case was the most disappointed thing you ever saw but he
cooperated till he was strapped in.  The cowards always change their
minds when that happens.  I made the incision down the center of his
scrotum and then I coached the her through her part of the procedure.
She popped the first ball out and held it for a few seconds before she
cut the cord.  She drained the glass again before claiming the other
one.  This woman had a real sense of humor too.  When she finished
collecting her bet she had me place not two but three falsies in his
empty scrotum before I sutured it closed. She told him she wanted to
make it up to him for being such a good sport about the whole thing.
I've always  wondered how he goes about explaining his "over
abundance". Some days are so much fun, you never know what's going to
happen!"

"Remind me never to play cards with her, not that her jewelry would
bother me." 

I noticed their giggles had matured into hearty laughter now.  They
were becoming old friends.