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The child molester moved in across the street several months ago. He lived by himself. Rather young kind of cute, early twenties. We talked a few times and he seemed decent enough. So I was really shocked speechless when I found out about him. I was on the internet just surfing when I found a website that you could look up people that had sexual charges against them. I typed in my address and a little map with a bunch of little dots popped up. There was one dot that looked uncomfortably close to my house. When I clicked on the dot a web page opened and there he was. I felt like I couldn't even breathe as I read his list of convictions. He had committed acts against little boys and girls several different times over several years. Why in the world would a judge let a person like this run around loose? I suddenly thought of my own son and daughter, Sammy eight and Lisa ten. They play outside all the time. Not only them, but we have a lot of kids in our neighborhood. I began to think back over the months, the times I would see him outside sitting on his front porch and realized he was always out there when the kids were playing. I began to watch him after that, peeking through the blinds when the kids were playing outside. He would sit there and watch the kids. He acted like he was sitting there reading a book, but I could see, especially since I started using binoculars. There were also times I saw him at the edge of the street talking to one of the kids. After several days, I made the decision I was going to have to do something about this before something bad happens to my kids or someone else's.
My plan began to take shape over the course of about a week. I first warned my kids that even though he seems nice, that they were to stay away from his yard and if he talked to them, they should not get too close to him. I didn't say anything about child molestation but, I told them that I think he is sick and I didn't want them to get sick too. I also one night dropped anonymous letters in my neighbors mailboxes up and down my street directing them to the website so they would be warned also. All of this though I knew was not enough. He was still a danger to my children and other children wherever he went. His multiple convictions were evidence of that. I had to make sure in some way that he couldn't do those things again or wouldn't have the desire. After several days my plan was ready. It was late at night. I dressed in black jeans and a black sweater, and black nitrile gloves. I had a black ski mask and my little black toiletry kit in which I had the things I would use. After a couple shots of whiskey to get up my nerve, I slipped quietly out of the house. There was no moon. I crept across the street and swiftly onto his front porch hiding in the shadow. I pulled the Taser from my little black bag. My husband, a police officer had gotten it for me shortly before he was killed in the line of duty. He told me it was a really good one. Not a civilian model but one just like the police used. I was shaking like a leaf when I knocked on the molester's door. It seemed like the knock echoed through the neighborhood. Damn! Why did I have to knock so loud? It seemed like it took forever for him to get to the door. I almost knocked again. I almost chickened out and ray away. Finally, I heard movement inside and then the door opened. Out of the shadows I fired my Taser hitting him in his bare chest. He instantly fell backward into the house dropping to the floor. He began to squirm so I pulled the trigger again sending more electricity through him. After several more zaps, he was motionless. I quickly entered and pushed the front door shut. The living room was dark. I fumbled my little battery operated lantern from my bag and turned it on. It didn't put out a whole lot of light but just enough where I could see what I was doing. He began to stir a little so, the little steel darts of the Taser still in his chest, I zapped him again. My fear was beginning to ebb away being replaced by determination and .....excitement. He was only wearing boxer shorts so I pulled those off leaving him completely naked. I have to admit he had a nice dick and nuts. He had a shaved crotch and I could tell even in the dim light that he was completely shaven. He had a really nice body. He was still conscious although not able to move, but that didn't keep his dick from starting to become erect. I took another cable tie and looped it around the base of his cock and balls pushing it tight against his body, then used a little tightening tool, which came with the ties. I was able to tighten down so much that the tie loop was probably no bigger around than my thumb. I put another tie just barely above that one and pulled it just as tight. He began to be able to move some so I zapped him a few more times. I have to admit fear completely gone, that I was really enjoying this very much by now, watching his body jerk and cock flop around. It was time to get on with it though I would have loved to stay and do other stuff to him. I reached in my little bag and took out the little by-pass pruners I had bought especially for this. Kneeling between his spread legs, I looked up to his face and realized he couldn't really see too well what was about to happen. I really wanted him to know what was about to happen so I got a small pillow from the couch and put it under his head. Taking my position between his legs again, I opened the blades of the pruners and placed them around the flesh of his penis and testicles between the two cable ties. He watched helplessly and as I squeezed the pruner handles closed he let out a low grasp as his cock and balls were severed from his body. I think he passed out because I looked up and his eyes were closed. Being held together by the cable tie, I picked up his cock and balls from the floor. His penis was still erect from the tie holding in the blood. It was a nice looking one. I decided I wanted to keep it. Don't ask me why. I wasn't planning on sticking it in my pussy or anything, I just wanted it. I dropped it in my bag along with all my tools. I was about ready to go so I zapped him a few more times then pulled the little steel darts from his chest and put the Taser in my bag. At the front door, just before opening it, I turned off my little lantern and put it in my bag. Slipping out the door, I closed it behind me and slipped into the shadow on the porch. After a quick look around the neighborhood, I ran from shadow to shadow back to my house. Inside the house, I went to the bathroom and took my trophy out of my bag and washed it well with soap and water. After drying it carefully, I wrapped it in freezer paper and put it in the deep freezer. I moved back through my darkened house into my living room and poured myself another glass of whiskey, opened the blinds just enough and watched across the street. I dozed off for I don't know how long then was awakened by flashing lights from outside. It was several police cars and an ambulance across the street. I didn't move a muscle out of fear for moments but then realized that even if they looked my way, they couldn't see into my house. After a few minutes the paramedics brought the molester out on a gurney, loaded him up and drove away. I felt a little sad for him but then reminded myself of the things he'd done and the real punishment he'd never received. He got what he deserved and he'd deserved it for a long time. I also reminded myself that I may have saved my children and other kids from a predator. Next morning, I heard a knock at the door. It was the police. I calmed myself as well as possible and answered the door. They told me that the man across the street had been attacked in his home the night before and they were wondering if I'd heard any noises or seen anything. They just seemed to be asking routine questions. After they left, I watched them through the blinds and all they did was go to a few more houses and stand on the porch and talk a few minutes. I don't believe they suspected me at all. The molester was back a few days later. I watched as the movers loaded his furniture onto the moving van and drive away. Eventually he came out of the front door and closed it behind him. Walking slowly to his car, he got in and drove away.
A few days later, I got on the website again. The dot across the street is gone. My kids are safe now. What about other children though? I began clicking other dots on the map. I found a really bad one on the other side of town. Why in the world would a judge let a person like this run around loose? Someone has got to do something about this, and besides that I want another trophy.
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