The Corrections Clinic 2 - Richard


By: Jack

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Richard makes an appointment to be castrated as he is required by law to do, but has second thoughts.


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Richard hung up the phone after talking to the very sexy sounding woman on the other end, and noticed as he was doing so that he was literally shaking with nervousnss. He didnt' want to be castrated in the first place, but having it done in two hours was something he was not prepared for. He lit a cigerrette, and within seconds was finished with it and was lighting another one while walking to the window at the front of the house. He could see the unmarked car parked outside of his house and knew that it was the house arrest officers, who had not moved from that spot since he was sentenced. In a moment of panic, he looked towards the back of the house and throught the sliding glass door he could see the heavy covering of woods behind the house. He thought that maybe if he could get into the woods then he could make a break for it. If he made it to the highway then he could hitch hike his way to the airport, and could be out of town by the end of night. He knew the chances of getting away were slim, but anything was better than the alternative.

With that, he consented to try to escape, and ran to the back of the house, He threw as much clothes as he could get into small bag, with all the money he had in the house. Then he walked out the door, and preceded to casually stride towards the forest.

As he was walking towards the woods, a great feeling of relief came over him for the fist time since he was caught for raping literally several women. He let out a sigh of relief at the thought of narrowly escaping a fate that he did not want at all, but it was short lived. A voce stopped him in his tracks, and he knew instantly it was one of the officers.

"Where you going Richard?"

He turned to see a beautiful woman with long blond hair leaning up against a tree. She was wearing a navy blue button down shirt that was unbuttoned half way revealing the black top she wore underneath. There was a slight bit of cleavage that could be seen. She had on jet black jeans and wore black combat boots that he knew were good for running. She had a look of contentment on her face, but not so much so that she looked angry. It was more of a satisfaction for having the opportunity to hit him with the reality that there was no escape.

"No where, I was just taking a walk."

"Okay, well let's just walk back to the house shall we?"

She escorted him inside, and then preceded to sit in one of the white chairs on the patio. She then put her feet up on the glass table making herself comfortable, but keeping him in her sight at all times. He knew now that he had no choice but to accept his fate.

One and a half hours later

There was a knock at the door and he knew that it was the officers. He had been dreading that knock, but he rose anyway and opened the door.

"Hello Richard, it's time."

He bowed his head in shame as he walked towards the car, and had to admit that it felt like he was walking to his execution.

Unfortunately it didnt take as long as he thought it would take to get to the clinic. He was down to literally counting the minutes, and they seemed to be going by a little too fast.

Once there they escorted him inside and they were greeted by an attractive woman sitting behind a desk. She was very petite but pretty at the same time.

"Ah, Richard, we've been expecting you. I'll let Doctor Andrews know you are here."

With that she buzzed the doctor and let her know he had arrived.

A pretty young woman walked out wearing a doctors uniform complete with the white coat. Her figure was to die for, and he could tell that she had large breasts.

"Richard, hi, I'm Doctor Andrews, but you can just call me Jennifer. I'll be performing you castration."

He didnt like the sound of that especially since she was so matter of fact about it.

"Please, come right this way."

He followed her and as he did he noticed the receptionist watching him walk back to be castrated. There was a look of satisfaction on her face, and he could tell that she was pleased to be able to watch rapists be castrated. He even thought he saw a small smirk on her face, and felt like inside she was laughing at what was fixing to happen to him.

As he was walking back the two officers, both female, followed him in case he tried to escape.

He knew the chances of getting out of this were slim to none, but the way it was being treated like just another rutine procedure was freakin him out, so he had to say something to change the moode.

"Uhhh....look, Jennifer, I'm not really lookin forward to havin this done today."

"I don't blame you, if I were in your position, I wouldnt want to have it done either. But if you wanted to keep your testicles so bad you shouldn't have gone around raping innocent women."

With that he knew there was nothing further he could say, this was going to happen wether he liked it or not.

They got to the operating room and he saw that iside was a chair that looked like a dentists chair, and behind that was a flat opperating table.

"Please have a seat." she motioned toward the chair.

He sat in the chair, and she asked a few ruitine questions about allergies and medical history, then she explained that he would be given a shot that would put him to sleep.

"This procedure doesnt't take long at all, we'll sedate you, and when wake up, the castration will be complete. We whould even be able to have you out of here by 4:00."

A nurse came in and gave him the shot. He swallowed in nervous anticipation, knowing that when he woke up he would have no testicles, and would never again be able to get an erection. He was expecting Jennifer to say something to verify her contempt for rapists, but he knew that the very fact that she had this job and that castration was legal confirmed it for her and just about every other woman in the country.

With that he closed his eyes, knowing when he opened them, his life would be changed forever.


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