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Hangin' Free, Part 1 by Kortpeel Ma Kronk was 50 something and high mileage, certainly no oil painting. I was a two striker, desperately wanting to go straight. And shit I needed a job that would keep me out of mischief. Somewhere out here on this dude ranch, away from temptation, away from my old life. That'd be perfect. I didn't care if I was dirt poor and had to take orders from Ma Kronk. I just wanted to breathe air that didn't stink of prison and have a view that wasn't blocked by high walls. To see the sky without chain link in the way... "So what were you in for, Jim?" I hadn't told her I was an ex-con. Ma Kronk just knew. "Rape, ma'am." "Straight sex or did you hurt her?" Ma Kronk had a way of looking at you as if she didn't believe a word. Like a cop does. I hadn't hurt her a bit. She'd enjoyed it as much as I did. She'd only cried rape afterwards. "I didn't hurt her, ma'am. "But it was your second strike?" Ma had done her homework on me. "The first one was underage, ma'am. It was a concensual act though. " "Hmm. So you need to keep out of trouble. Guess you're pretty anxious for a job then?" "Yes ma'am." "You don't talk much, do you?" "No ma'am." "Take off your clothes." If that's what she wanted… I stripped. It occurred to me that if servicing Ma Kronk was part of it I could manage that too. At 31 and the last 8 years inside… "Not bad," she said. "You kept in good shape." "Thank you Ma'am." Ma Kronk thought for a moment. "Okay. You're hired. You're our ranch handyman." I breathed sigh of relief. It didn't matter a damn' that I was buck naked in this crazy old woman's living room cum office. I had a job. I could keep out of jail. Shit! I was rich. "Maggie," Ma Kronk yelled. A woman came in. Presumably help of some kind. She was, I'd say late 20s, slim and pretty in a thin summer dress that showed off her figure. She'd tied her long brown hair back in a pony-tail. "This is Jim, our new handyman. Show him around and get him fixed up." "Okay Ma." Maggie looked at me, ignoring that I was nude. "Welcome, Jim. I look forward to working with you." I shook the hand she offered. "Come with me, please."
"Er…" I waved at my stuff on the floor. "Yeah, bring your clothes." Prison had involved a lot of nudity on the first day too. I picked up my clothes and followed Maggie. I was self-conscious as we walked to what I assumed would be the bunkhouse. "How come I ain't wearing clothes?" I asked Maggie as she led the way. "Didn't you know? This place is a naturist ranch. Come summer no one wears clothes here. I 'xpect Ma just wanted you to get used to it." "Oh." "You know much about horses?" Maggie asked me. The 'bunkhouse' was a stable. There was a strong horse smell in there. "Not a thing. I'm a city boy." "Well, it won't hurt for you to learn. I'll teach you if you like. I'm in charge of the horses here." "Yeah. Thanks." "Put your clothes down, Jim, and come look at this." I put my stuff on a bale of straw and went over to a frame made of steel tube. It looked like it was something for horses. I held the top bar as I looked for whatever she wanted to show me. Quick as a flash Maggie had some leather straps holding my wrists to the frame. I was helpless. She splayed my legs and strapped up my ankles too. "What's this?" "Sorry Jim. Ma's orders. I gotta castrate you. Too dangerous to have a convicted rapist loose on the ranch, I guess." "Shit! So why'd she offer me a job?" "She needs a handyman. You're it. Look, don't worry. I done men before. I ain't gonna hurt you." "Maggie, you --" A length of sticky tape over my mouth effectively shut me up. "Mind you, Jim, it does seem a pity." Maggie was stroking up my prick. "It's a real cryin' shame to take this fine feller out of commission." "Yes sir, a real shame. In fact I wouldn't have minded this one inside me before I ended his career." Maggie let go of my prick which was now fully erect. She must have had some anaesthetic handy. I felt the jabs as the needle went in. "I always get a kick out being a guy's last screw." She turned her attention back to my penis while the anaesthetic was taking effect. "Especially when he knows what's coming after." She looked at me. "You know that's about the only time a guy'll really make the effort to last out." She paused as a new idea occurred to her. "Then again, you being a rapist and all … I wouldn't mind to be fucked by a real rapist. Were you any good Jim? Did you really ruin those girls' lives like they say? Or did you make sure they enjoyed it?" Maggie was gently running a finger lightly along the top of my prick as she spoke. I wondered if she was sincere when she said she'd have liked to give me a last fuck. "Well I guess it's time, Jim. Say good bye to 'em and thank 'em for all the good times." I did my best to yell through that tape but it was useless. I could feel a blade on my scrotum. She planned to do me as she would a stallion. The incision was made. She was extracting a testicle. Suddenly there was a scream. "What the fuck is this?" She waved the object in my face and tore off the tape. I was able to speak again. "Maggie. I got castrated in prison. That's how come I'm out on parole." Maggie was looking at my plastic testicle in amazement. "Please Miss, can I have my ball back?" I asked her. She stared open mouthed for a second then fell about laughing before she unstrapped me. "Okay Jim. That's a first. Next time I'll check. Guess I'd better clean your ball before I put it back." I heard later that Ma Kronk laughed so much she had to change her pants. End of Part 1
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