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Jason walked from the room the group therapy for his sex offender patients was currently being held so he could refresh the drinks he always offered. He went into the small kitchen and removed the gator aid from the fridge. Then he filled all the plastic cups with it, and put them on the tray. But one cup in particular he added a little something too. It was a drug that was a little slow in kicking in, but once it did, it hit the person all at once. It wasn't meant to knock the person out, only to make them very woozy. He walked back into the room and made sure to give the cup with the drug in it to James Garrison, the man who raped Angela. The group would be over in about ten minutes, so it wouldnt kick in until after he had left wich was exactly what he wanted. He had to admit that he felt his reason for doing this had alot to do with his feelings for Angela, he liked her, and didn't think she deserved what she got. And now he was willing to help her get back at the man who traumatized her. Ten minutes passed and the group was over. They shuffled out pretty quick and before the door was even shut all the way he was on his cell phone and had already dialed the number. "Hey." he said as the female voice on the other end answeared. He continued, "He's leaving now, be ready." "Okay, I see his car pulling out now. I'll call you when I have him." "Okay." What James Garrison did not know was that Mary Beale, a female police officer, was waiting silently in her cruiser just a few feet back from the center. When she saw him pull out, she preceded to follow him, but tried to be inconspicuous. She knew she needed to give the drug time to kick in. They were on the highway, and in a few minutes time he started to swerve, so she turned on her lights and pulled him over. He pulled to the side, and she got out and made her way to the driver side window of his truck. Though she was in uniform, and dirty blonde hair was pulled back, she felt she was one of the more attractive women on the force. He rolled down the window and she got his license and registration, and pretended to check him for priors back at her cruiser. Then she explained that the reason she pulled him over was because he was swerving all over the road. "I' don't unnersan-it," his speach was clearly slurred from the drug having kicked in. "I haben had anyting to dwink all nit" She ordered him to get out and after giving the sobriety test, and making him take the breathilizer test, she arrested him and put him in the back of her police cruiser. Before she got in, she used her cell phone to call Jason, and when he was on the line she told him where the truck was pulled over so he could come pick it up, informing him that the keys would be under the front seat. She got in and took him to the destination, having noticed that the drug had so heavily affected him that she was sure that all of this would be a blur in the morning to him, and not only would he not be able to remember what she looked like, he would not even remember bein pulled over. Jason got to the truck in a few minutes time with the assistance of Angela who met him back at the Psychology Center. Once there, she drove his truck back to close to the center but parked about a mile away where Jason then picked her up. That way he wouldnt suspect it to have had anythng to do with the center. Even if he did put two and two together and figure out he had been drugged, he had no proof, and certainly wouldnt come forward to say what had happened to him. After about fifteen minutes everyone arrived at the house. Jason, Mary, Angela, and Barbara, a surgeon that Jason knew. She had come to him for counseling when she was raped a few years back, so he knew she would jump at the opportunity to do this. Mary pulled the cruiser into the garage, and they closed the garage door behind her. Then they all helped carry him into the house(He was completely unconscious) to a room in the back of it that had already been prepared for this. The house was Barbara's she offered to let it be the designated place to do it. Once there, they put him on the operating table, and the four of them preceded to strip him completely naked. Then he was given a shot to keep him sedated through the procedure. Angela stood over him, and stared at his naked body for the longest time. "I really wish I had a camera about now, this is indeed a kodac moment." she smiled as she said it. Jason walked over to her, and gently brushed her hair from her face and behind her ear and said, "You're lookin forward to this aren't you?" "You kiddin? I've dreampt of this moment every day for over a year now. He is gonna be one surprised guy when he wakes up and goes to take a piss. I wish I could be there for that. That I would LOVE to see." "Now", Mary said after she had prepared herself for the operation, and was now suited up with O.R. Scrubs and rubber gloves, "Who wants to shave him?" "It would be my pleasure." Angela said, while taking the shaving cream and razor from her. She put on a pair of rubber gloves, and then rubbed the shaving cream all over his pubic hair, making sure his balls were totally covered with it. Then she shaved off all his pubic hair, making no attempt to be careful, and on occasion she cut his balls with the razor. It was hard to tell if she ment to do it or not, but she sure didn't feel bad about it either way. Clearly she was enjoying having total control over the testicles of the man who had forced himself on her, knowing that in a little while he would lose them both. "All done." she said while remving the gloves and tossin them in the garbage. She then walked to his face, lowered herslef to his ear, and whispered, "Guess what James. It's payback time."
Barbary performed the castration, totally removing his balls, and Angela assisted with anything Barbara needed. After about an hour and a half, with everyone sitting in the room observing the whole time, his testicles were completely removed, and disposed of. "Ok, it's done." Barbara said. "Good." Angela said.
Mary took him back to his car and threw him in the driver's seat, and chuckled to herself at what they had just done. Of course, he was not going to be the last.
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