|
Amber waited patiently in the parked car, while lighting a cigerette, and cracking the window open slightly to let the smoke out. She had tracked him for the past two weeks, keeping hot on his trail, without alerting him to her presence. He had been moving from state to state alot, and trying hard to stay out of sight, but she was good enough at her job by now, that there was little chance of him getting away. She usually only briefly skimmed through the case file of the target she was hunting, but this time she found herself intrigued by how relentlessly he had stalked and raped women in the past, many times leaving them battered and scarred. It made her all the more anxious to capture him, and see to it that he got what was coming to him. When she first heard the news about castration for hard core sex offenders being made legal, she reacted much like the rest of the women in the country, wich was with a shout of victory and joy. It was almost immediately that she and millions of other women across the country began to investigate the possible job opportunities for a woman wanting to have a hand in cuttin a rapist pig's balls off. She knew she didnt want to be one of the doctors to remove them, and being a judge to decide who would get cut seemed kinda boring to her. But when she heard of private bounty hunters being commissioned by the corrections clinics across the country, she knew that was what she wanted to do. To go out and catch the escapees that thought they would try to prolong their misserable sex life by running from their punishment. It gave her a feeling of satisfaction to be in the position to hit them with a fresh dose of reality, and make their dreams of having balls come crashing down to the ground. She had no sympathy for rapists, and enjoyed the thought of them being emasculated, it was a fitting punishment for them in her opinion. Real men had nothing to fear from her, because real men didn't rape. She flicked the now finished cigerette butt out the window as she saw him walk outside the club, and proceed to walk down the dark street. She started her car, and followed, making sure to keep a safe distance from him so as to not alert him to her presence. She followed him for a few minutes until he finally glanced back and saw her tailing him, and decided to make a break for it. He started running at full speed, and as he did she slammed her foot to the accelearater. He turned a corner to the left, and she swerved left without slowing down. He looked back a couple of times to see how close she was getting, and got very nervous, and sweaty as her car closed in on him. She sped up ahead of him and cut him off by turning left right in front of him, causing him to slam up against her door. But he recover quickly, and climed over the hood of her car, and then sprinted towards an alley across the street. At that point she got out of the car and ran after him. her hair was jet black and had been pulled back into a pony tail. She wore a pair of black running shoes, that were perfect for just such assignments. She darted down the dark alley after him, and followed him as he made it to a basketball court. But by now he was starting to lose his breath, and kept looking back in fear as she was gaining on him. When she finally caught up to him he turned and buckled in fear as she tackled him and sent him tumbling down to the ground. He wasn't a big man, but he fell hard. She produced a pair of handcuffs and quickly clipped them around his wrists. She could hear him huffing and puffing from exaustion, and had to lift him up by his arm, and kept a firm grip on it as she walked him back to her car. "David Walker," She started. "Well, I hope you made good use those balls of yours, because they are comin off for sure now." "Listen," he said, "You don't have to do this, you can let me go. You could say that you never found me." "I could," she answeared. "But why would I want to?" "Well," His voice was clearly shaking in fear and nervous anxiety. "You don't understand, I can't lose my balls, I mean, sex is everything to me. What am I gonna do without my nuts? I mean, will I even still be a guy?" "Just barely." she answeared with cynicism in her voice. "But that's just something you are gonna have to come to terms with. Besides, rape isn't sex." "Yeah," he answeared in defense, "But I'm really sorry for what I did," She found herself laughing inside at how pathetic he sounded, he was clearly wimpering and begging for his balls like a kid who had just had a piece of candy taken from him. "I won't do it again, I promise, if you let me go, I swear, I'll never rape another girl again as long as I live." "I know you won't. Because you won't be able to." She quickly produced a cell phone from her pocket with one hand while still holding firm to his arm with her right hand, and walking steadily without breaking stride. She used the voice dial on her phone to call the office that she worked out of when not out tracking another escapee. "Jane," she said as the voice of the receptionist answeared. "Look, I've got David Walker, I'm in New York, I need you to look in the directory and find the nearest corrections clinic to Main street in New York City, ok?" "Sure," she answeared. Within a few seconds she had already looked it up on her computer in the office. "Ok, There is one right down the street from you, let me put you on hold while I call and see if they can take him anytime soon." It took a minute before she came back on the phone. "Ok, they said they can take you now, they just finished a guy, and they can be ready for him in ten minutes." "Great, I'll bring him right over. Bye." She hung up and then came upon the car and put him in the back seat. Then after she got in, she turned and looked back at him, and then said, "Well David, you're in luck. There's a clinic ten minutes from here that will be ready for you by the time we get there. I'll leave you with them. You'll be in good hands." A pale look came over his face, and he slowly looked down at his crotch and swollowed in fear as he realized that he was ten minutes away from having his balls removed. She smirked as she saw that, and proceded to drive to the clinic. It only took a couple of minutes to get there, and when they walked in they had just finished cleaning up the operating room, and had already prepared the chair and table for him. She walked him up to a short brunette with poweful gazing blue eyes, and he could tell she was looking forward to what she was about to do. It was almost comical to watch his reaction, she could tell that his plans for the evening did not include having his balls cut off, and he sure wasnt taking it to well. "So," the short doctor said,"He did he put up much of a chase for you?" "Yeah, he did, been tracking him for two weeks." "Well, all that's over now, we'll take good care of him from here." As she said that she reached out and took him by the arm, and escorted him to the chair, that looked alot like a dentist chair. "We can take him from here." she said as she put on a pair of rubber gloves. A blonde nurse came in and prepared his arm for the shot. The girl that had only moments earlier tackled him on the basketball court, turned and walked away. He watched her as she did, he could feel a strong discontentment towards her for ending his plans for the night,and for the rest of his life, but at the same time felt helpless to be able to do anything about it. As he was sitting there, shaking in fear of what would happen next, he was given the shot, and lost consciousness.
|