0 comments/ 35443 views/ 5 favorites Electric Justice By: madengineer3 All Characters are to be viewed as over the age of eighteen. Copyright 2005 by madengineer3, All rights are reserved! This story is not to be copied or circulated except by madengineer3 or by means of the Literotica website, and under Literotica's rules. I greatly appreciate the help I received from bdsmBill as he edited this work. WARNING! Do not attempt to build the electrical circuit described in this story. The device could be lethal under many circumstances. This is not a joke, do not play with the high voltage section of a photographic strobe!!!!!! Neither Literotica nor the author are liable for death or damages due to anyone trying any modifications or experiments that are similar to what is described. This is a work of FICTION and is not to be turned into reality. This story is purely fiction and should not be taken as a reflection on the good public servants found in most locales. The police do the best they can under very dangerous and difficult situations. Do not generalize the police and judges in this story to be indicative of the really good public servants that we enjoy in our country. * * * Ginny was in her senior year as an engineering student at the City University. The full scholarship to the university was absolutely necessary for her to complete her schooling, since she was an orphan who had come up through the foster care system. She was twenty one years old, was under 5' 2", and quite pretty. Tonight was another rough night for her. It was mid-evening and she had been using the library to get information for a term paper. She knew that meant she would have to walk, alone, back to her apartment. Her apartment was in a run-down industrial/residential section of the city. The apartment, due to street changes made by the city in years past, was at the end of a cul-de-sac. There was only one way to enter or leave her apartment building unless you wanted to climb over rubble or walk down the edge of the river that ran through the city. She hoped that this time she would be lucky and get there unmolested. The problem was that the only apartments that she could afford were in a bad section of town. In this section, the city didn't bother to keep the streetlights working. The police had all but abandoned the area to the drug dealers (who outnumbered the cops at any given time). The city's mass transit system didn't travel into this part of town. Its nearest approach was five blocks away. She may have hoped for safety. She desperately wanted to avoid Dave. But, safety was not what she received. Tonight he had raped her, again. * * * Ginny finally got back to her apartment, sobbing, bruised, and bleeding. Dave had ambushed her again. She had thought of calling the police many times when this had happened, but knew that it would do no good. After all, Dave was white, and the son of the chief judge in the city. Dave also had a brother who was the officer in charge of the police vice squad. Ginny had already been warned that if she complained she would be arrested for being a prostitute, which she wasn't, and that she would have a very rough time of it once inside the city lockup. Since she was an African-American she had no doubt about the lack of justice in this corrupt city. Dave had made sure that the entire neighborhood knew he was untouchable. Ginny ran a tub of hot water and, after removing her clothes, she climbed into the tub to try to regain her composure and ease her bruised body. As she lay there she went through her options again. She didn't have many. Legally, she had no way to overcome the "old boy network" of the city's corrupt, mostly white, legal system. She didn't have money enough to take a cab wherever she went. No other students, that she knew, lived in this God forsaken area of the city. She didn't have anything to do with the local gangs. They were mostly ignorant drug users and losers. What could she do? Ginny's first thoughts were to get a stun gun or a can of mace, but the state that she lived in had all but outlawed any means of self defense other than physically fighting off the other person. Effectively, the crooks could be armed, but the honest citizens couldn't. Although pistol permits could technically be obtained, they cost money. Beside that, in this city unless you had political pull, or lots of money, you couldn't get a permit. Physically, Ginny was no match for the over-six-foot Dave. The other problem with this approach was that if she hurt Dave, he would press charges and ruin her life. How could he be taught a lesson without her being caught? How???? She was almost asleep in the tub due to the warm, soothing water when the idea flicked through her mind. Why couldn't she use what she knew best to teach Dave a lesson? But, how would she do that? She decided to mull this problem over as if it were an engineering problem. The problem had its interesting features. How was she to subdue this thug? How was she to get him to where she could teach him a lesson? How could she prevent him from knowing who she was? These were detail problems and would have to wait until she had gotten some sleep. She needed a clear head to think about the solutions that would be needed. * * * Upon waking the next morning, she continued to mull over the problem. It was then that a new idea entered her mind. After her classes the following day, Ginny went back to the library. She had almost as strong an interest in biology as she had in electronics, but electronics had won out. Now, she was actively going to look at one of the dark areas of overlap between biology and electricity. She started with medical books that discussed electrical shock. From there, she moved to history books that discussed torture as used by the Nazis and Communist Secret Police. Some of these articles almost made her sick to read, but she needed the information. Ginny was spending a lot of extra time in the electronics lab. Her work made the time move by more quickly. She talked the lab instructor into letting her browse through the miscellaneous old broken equipment for some useless piece of junk that she could take apart for parts. After all, her budget seldom included enough money to go buy new parts. After an hour's searching she found just what she was looking for, a broken, manual, photographic strobe (or, as some people called it, a camera flash gun). She took the strobe to a bench and powered it up on a bench power supply. It didn't take long to verify that the supply still produced several hundred volts. The Xenon flash tube was broken, but the dc/dc power supply was working just fine. She talked the instructor out of the old flash unit, a normally open push button switch, and ten feet of 28 gauge telephone wire. Although she felt guilty about it, she also quietly took about forty feet of 10 gauge iron wire that had been sitting around for the last fifty years or so. She knew that she had never seen this wire used. It had dust and surface rust which she would clean off once she got it home. Ginny cut the 28 gauge telephone wire into two five foot pieces, and soldered the wires to the flash unit. One foot from the flash unit she cut the wire and installed the push button switch. On the free ends of each of the 28 gauge wires she stripped off about ten inches of insulation. Ginny put these treasures in a bag and took them to her apartment. On the way home she purchased a set of new batteries to go into the photo flash unit. It was now that Ginny had to do her most dangerous work. She knew that Dave had always attacked her on a Tuesday or Thursday evening. All of the attacks had been between nine and ten in the evening, and all of them had been on her street. There were some old, run down, abandoned buildings and crack houses located a block down from her apartment. She now needed to set up surveillance to find out when Dave actually arrived in the area. To do this, she put on her oldest, grubbiest clothes and mimicked the walk of the local crack heads. She had picked an abandoned building that had a second floor window which had a commanding view of the street. She carried a kitchen carving knife as defense, a candy bar, and a soda bottle of water and worked her way to her perch inside a second floor window so that she was there by eight each Tuesday and Thursday evening. She was careful to stay far enough back in the room so that even a careful observer would not be able to see her. Dave showed up on her second night of surveillance. He arrived, by taxi, at about ten to nine. He had the cab stop in front of an old dilapidated building. He waited for the cab to leave, looked carefully up and down the gloomy street, and then went into the building by simply stepping through a broken front window. This building was the building that he had used when he beat or raped her. She saw no activity until one of the local crack addicted prostitutes walked by. The hooker probably didn't even hear him coming when he grabbed her from behind. Dave knocked her to the ground, slapped a piece of duct tape across her mouth, and dragged her into the same building he had used when he had attacked Ginny. In about fifteen minutes the girl, half staggered and half ran out onto the street trying to put her clothes back on while sobbing hysterically. Even from her location Ginny could see that the hooker's face was bleeding. Moments later Dave could be seen walking away, talking on a cell phone. Less than ten minutes later a cab pulled up to the corner of the street away from where the attack had occurred. Dave got into the cab and left, feeling the pleasure of exerting his will on anyone he chose to dominate. Ginny would have liked to intervene, but knew that she didn't dare. Over the next five weeks she observed four more attacks. She now had Dave's routine pretty well figured out. Dave was a creature of habit. He always used the same building as his "home base." One Monday evening Ginny went to Dave's lookout house to see what was there. Downstairs she found a bag with a roll of duct tape. Upstairs there were some old beer bottles, cigarette butts, used condoms, and an old metal bed spring (the type with no cloth covering). * * * The next day, Ginny dropped in to talk to a professor Murphy. Mr. Murphy's field was biology, and his specialty was predators, more specifically coyotes. He actively marked them to allow him to trace their life in the wild. To do this, he used a special air rifle that shot a sort of hypodermic needle that knocked the animal out with a sedative. With the animal knocked out he could safely go in and place a miniature transponder on the animal so that the animal could be tracked within an area of a mile or so. Ginny and the professor were very good friends. She had helped him with some of his electronics problems. Since the coyote study was sort of a personal interest that was not well funded, and electronics were expensive, Ginny had worked as a volunteer to design and build the transponders that went on the animals, as well as the search gear. The frequencies involved were in the several hundred megahertz range, so that the antenna could be very small. Ginny told Mr. Murphy that a friend of hers knew of a farmer who lived upstate and had a small bear that kept visiting his back yard. The friend had noticed that there was a broken off arrow shaft sticking out of the bear's shoulder, and wanted to remove it and give the bear an antibiotic. The local vet was uninterested unless there was a lot of money involved, and the game warden wasn't interested in doing anything except shooting the bear, so the farmer had indicated his desire to do something to help the bear himself. Ginny wanted to know several things. How much penicillin per pound of bear was needed? The friend had estimated the bear's weight at about two hundred pounds. Also, what sedative should be used and how much per pound would be appropriate to guarantee that the bear would be fully knocked out, but not harmed? She also wanted to know how long it would take for the sedative to fully work its way out of the bear's system. After all, it would not be good to have the bear groggy when it had to wander around the woods where there might be hunters, or other wild animals, looking for it. A long discussion then ensued. At the end of the discussion Ginny asked the big question. Could her friend get her one hypo of sedative and another of penicillin? The professor was reluctant, but he had known Ginny for over three years and recognized her as an honest, hard working, student who was a good person. They both attended the same church, and both enjoyed singing in the choir. He decided that he would give her the materials that she needed, but wanted to make sure that she knew that he could get in trouble if word of this leaked out. Ginny assured him that no word of this would ever leak out. Ginny thanked the professor and went to the mechanical engineering lab. A friend of hers was in the mechanical engineering department and had helped her with some simple projects in the past. Her request this time was for a 10" length of 1/8" stainless steel rod with one end polished into a perfectly smooth, round end, like half a ball bearing. On the other end she wanted a 1/2" right angle bend, something like a tall capital letter "L". Ginny's last stop was to the audio electronics lab where speech analysis was done. Ginny had a friend show her how to set up the parameters on the SIGNAL PROCESSING engine that could change voice inflection, and pitch. After her friend was gone, Ginny worked for several hours on the machine until she had a cassette tape that met her demanding requirements. * * * Ginny then made a phone call to Brad. While in high school, her friend, Brad, was on the football team. Brad and she had dated steadily during high school, and when they could get together since. They had a very close relationship. Brad happened to be white. This didn't cause problems with Brad's parents, and it was obviously not a problem to Ginny. Brad was attending a prestigious university in another city, as a physical education major. He was no longer into football. He had discovered he loved track and field events as well as the martial arts. "Hello, Brad?" "Hi, Ginny. What leads you to call? It's got to be important, or you wouldn't have spent the money for a long distance call." "You're right, but I can't directly discuss this on the phone. Could you come to the city sometime soon so we could talk about a serious problem that I'm faced with?" "You bet hun! If you need help badly, I'll even cut some classes to get there sooner." "That's sweet, but I think mid-winter break will work out fine. It's less than two weeks away now. I have an unusual request Brad. See if you can borrow an old, beat up looking car for the trip and bring your hunting bow and a couple of good arrows." "Why do you want ......" "I'll explain later, just trust me on this one. It would be best of the plates were smeared with mud by the time you get to my place in early evening. Please don't tell anyone you are coming down here. It would be best if you could make it clear that you were going to visit a friend over in Vermont." "O.k., I don't understand, but I trust you. I'll do what you say. I'll arrive at your place at about eight next Monday night." "Good, but please park your car on the James Street and walk through the rubble filled lot next to my apartment. And, Brad, please try not to be seen!" * * * The few days seemed to be months long. Brad finally got into town, and per instructions, parked over a block and then walked to Ginny's house. When he arrived there he found Ginny, in a loose fitting blouse and form fitting slacks, greeting him with a very warm hug and kiss. He also found a fresh pot of coffee and homemade coffee cake waiting for him. Ginny sat down and asked him to not interrupt while she filled him in on the details of what had been going on. As she talked Brad's knuckles were turning white from the rage that was building up in him. His face showed his intense anger. Ginny then gave him a general outline of what she wanted to do. Brad was shocked! But at the same time he could see the logic of what she had in mind. "I wish there was another way of solving this. But I can't think of one, off hand." "I know Brad, I don't like the idea either, but when the authorities are so corrupt that they are part of the problem and won't do their job, what can you do?" Brad thought it over for a few minutes while Ginny was heating the coffee cake. When she came back he said: "O.K. what do you need me to do? Ginny thanked him and then filled him in on the exact details of what she needed. "What I need you to do is carry him upstairs and position him on the bed spring for me. Physically it is obvious that I couldn't do that. Then, when he wakes up I want you to rough him up a bit, making sure you don't say anything. That way he knows that a big man was doing the work. For example you might lift the head of the bed spring off the floor a couple of feet and drop it a few times. I don't want you to get in trouble, but I need your help. Can you help me?" "Yes, but are you sure you want to do it this way?" "I really don't want to do this, but I can't see any way around it." "O.K., I'm in." "Thanks Brad!" The coffee and coffee cake were consumed and the talk turned to more immediate matters. "Ginny, I haven't worked out where to stay tonight. I guess I should sleep in the car." "I wouldn't think of having you sleep in that cold, uncomfortable car. I expected you to stay here tonight where it is warm and comfortable." "Are you sure? After all, the two of us being together all night under one roof..." "Brad, unlike when we were dating before, I'm no longer a virgin. Remember he has raped me a three times now. I don't want to fear sex, so I was hoping that we could share the same bed and perhaps enjoy each other's bodies a bit tonight. Of course if I'm being pushy and you aren't interested..." "Are you sure Ginny? Talk about interested, I have dreamed about spending a night, or many nights with you for years. You would be fulfilling one of my fantasies." "Well then, how about some nice clean fun, I have a good tub and plenty of hot water in the other room. Shall we conserve some water and enjoy a bath?" To say that Brad was interested would be an understatement. They both entered the bathroom and closed the door. "How shall we do this?" "Well, Brad, I was thinking that we each ought to take turns removing one piece of the other's clothes -- sort of a mutual strip tease. What do you think?" "I'm in. Since you are in bare feet, let me get rid of my shoes and socks first so that it is more even." After removing them, Brad said, "Ladies first!" Ginny reached over unbuckled his outer pants and had him step out of them. He reached over and gently removed her blouse. "Wow I like the view! Your cleavage has always driven me up the wall, and I'd say it is more spectacular now than I have ever seen it before!" Ginny Smiled and removed Brads shirt. He wasn't wearing an undershirt. Brad then removed her outer pants, leaving her in a bra and thong underpants. Brad looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. "Woooof, girl you have a gorgeous body!" "Thanks for the complement, you're not bad yourself. You look like you could have modeled for some of those old Greek statues. You have become one wonderful looking man!" Brad, with shaking hands, then removed her bra. He looked like he was drunk. "May I touch them?" "Of course." Brad gently cupped a breast in each hand and then bent forward and kissed each of her breasts repeatedly. All that could be heard was his moaning in pleasure and the pleasurable moans from Ginny. After several minutes Ginny reached over and gently took off Brad's undershorts, which by now showed a rather large bulge with the end of his penis peaking out over the top elastic band of the shorts. Electric Justice "Oh my, you are larger than I thought you were. What are you, seven or eight inches long?" "Close, about seven and a quarter." Brad then reached over and carefully removed Ginny's thong underwear, revealing a beautifully shaved pubic area. Brad dropped to his knees and profusely kissed Ginny's pubic area. After several minutes they ran the hot water, put bubble bath in the tub, and climbed into the tub. They spent a long time carefully washing every inch of each other. Before they were done, they had refilled the tub three times to keep the water warm. When they exited the tub they carefully dried each other with big, soft towels. Ginny had a bottle of almond flavored oil, and they carefully lightly oiled each other, massaging the oil in until their skin was soft and smelled of almonds. They then went to the bedroom. At first they simply cuddled together exploring each other's bodies. Pleasure seemed to fill the very air surrounding them. Brad spoke. "Please let me do something that I have always wanted to do for you." "What....." "No, let me show you." With that Brad did next was to gently lift Ginny's bottom and place a pillow under it. He then moved down the bed and lifted her knees up, moving his mouth down to her labia. His tongue then went to work first on the outer lips and then to the inner lips. Ginny was moaning in pleasure. Then he moved on to her clitoris and Ginny started to move her hips to try to push closer and closer to his tongue. Ginny said, "I want you inside me." "You know we can't do that and still please the Lord, and, besides that, I don't have a condom and don't want to get you pregnant." "Brad, I've been taking birth control pills for several months now because of Dave's rapes. I've also been keeping track of STDs, at the health clinic that gives me the pills, since I don't know what condition he is in. Dave has always used condoms, but they aren't fool proof." "Are you sure you don't mind me entering and cumming inside you?" "Brad, do you think I would have gone this far if I hadn't wanted you in me? I need this attention now. My psyche has been bruised by Dave's repeated attacks. I need the physical reassurance that I am still desirable." "Still desirable, you are the most special girl in my life. I haven't been to bed with anyone up to this point. I wanted to wait for you. Until I can support myself I can't ask you the most important question I will ever ask anyone, but you are the one I want to ask to marry me." At this point Ginny broke down. She was unable to say anything except "Brad" for the next few minutes. Her sobbing was both joyous and a bit delirious. Brad paused and then spoke very clearly, but somewhat hesitantly: "Ginny, will you marry me?" The response was very quick, but accompanied with tears: "Oh Brad, I've always wanted to marry you. I just never thought that it would really happen." Brad replied, "Please listen to me for a moment. I have a debit card and a good savings account balance. Let's postpone fixing Dave until Thursday. We can catch a flight to a state that has no waiting period for marriage licenses. We'll fly out and get married. We'll have to stay apart a lot until we graduate but once we're married we can then 'go all the way' and do it with God's blessings. We're bending the rules in the Bible now. I don't want to break them. Let's wait one day and do it right!" "It is hard to stop this right now, but I agree with you Brad. How soon can we get this done." At this Brad got up, got out his cell phone, and got the number for the airline he wanted to use. Within ten minutes they had booked a flight that left in four hours. Brad and Ginny got cleaned up and packed a few things. Brad got on his cell phone again and called for a taxi to take them to the airport. Fourteen hours later they were husband and wife. Their flight back was uneventful and they found themselves back in Ginny's apartment again Wednesday evening. As before, they had a good bath. The foreplay was a repeat of their first evening, but this time, after pleasuring her again with his tongue, he mounted her and they had fully consensual, wonderful, guilt free, ecstatic sex. After Brad reached his climax and had to stop due to exhaustion, Ginny told him, "now it's my turn." Ginny gently guided Brad onto his back and proceeded to pleasure him. She gently pulled on his scrotum until his testicles were fully available. Then she took a testicle within her mouth, licking the scrotum and gently teasing and pulling on the testicle. She then repeated the process on the other testicle and then took both of them into her mouth and lovingly pulled on them. Brad was wildly moaning in pleasure and his penis was again hardening. When it had hardened most of the way, Ginny started to lick the underside of the shaft from the base to the head. In only a short time, Brad's penis was harder than it had been that night. At that time Ginny started licking the underside of his penis just below the head and playing with his balls at the same time. It wasn't long after this that Brad had another explosive ejaculation. Ginny kept pleasuring him until he could take no more. By this time, another bath was in order. After the bath, they blissfully slept in each other's arms. * * * The following day was Thursday. During the afternoon Brad went to a mall outside the city and bought two pairs of rubber kitchen gloves, two pairs of cheap, black overshoes, two cheap, black jumpsuits, two cheap, black ski masks, an eyedropper, a container of dental floss, a package of sore muscle heat packs, and a tube of analgesic sports rub. These items were purchased at four separate Malls. By eight that night, she and Brad were in the old house. Ginny had fastened the anesthetic dart on the end of one of Brad's arrows. Ginny's bag of goodies was upstairs. They were wearing the jumpsuits, boots, gloves, and the ski masks. The other goodies were in the bag. They picked a spot at the top of the stairs to the second floor, where they could see Dave when he entered, but where he was unlikely to see them. Time seemed to drag on, but then it happened. The closing door of a car could be heard, followed a few moments later by the entrance of Dave into the downstairs. Dave took a brief tour of the lower floors to make sure that he was alone. Then, on the spur of the moment, he looked like he was going to come up the stairs. He started up, stopped on about the third step and listened, and then turned to go down again. There was a quiet "twang" as the arrow was released. Since the needle was sized for a bear, and bears have thick coats and underlying fat, the needle was more than long enough to penetrate the heavy coat Dave was wearing. The shot was beautifully placed. It entered his upper ass on the left side almost over to the spine. Dave cried out in pain and tried to grab the thing that had stung him. In his heavy jacket he couldn't reach the needle. In a very few moments he was out cold. After waiting ten minutes to make sure that he was really out and that no one else had heard the discharge, Brad went down, lifted Dave up, and carried him upstairs. It was now Ginny's turn to get busy. First, she got Dave's duct tape and ran four wraps around his head so that his eyes were covered. She made sure that his ears were clear. She then took Dave's handkerchief and put it in his mouth. Dave's mouth was then taped shut. The next task was to tie off Dave's hands and feet, spread eagle style, to the old bed spread. three other loops of iron wire was placed around his waist and each thigh so that he was firmly held. Ginny took care to make the wire tight enough so that Dave couldn't get loose, but loose enough so that his circulation wouldn't be dangerously cut off. Dave's jacket was left on, but the clothing was cut off so that his genitals and ass were bare. Ginny now carefully inserted the smoothed stainless steel wire that had been bent into a long "L" into Dave's urethra and taped it so that only the short leg of the "L" appeared at the opening. Shortly after that, Dave's scrotum was pulled down so that each testicle could be worked on. A noose of several turns of dental floss was wrapped above each testicle and tied off in a tight square knot. At this point the dental floss was just tight enough to prevent the testicle from ascending up into Dave's body, which is what it would try to do once the "fun" started. Ginny then took out her homemade "toy" and wrapped the bare end of each copper wire around where the dental floss was, making sure that the wires didn't touch each other. It was then time to wait. It was about thirty-five minutes before Dave started to really wake up. By that time he realized that he was bound and had tried to free himself. He also had tried to yell out, and found that he couldn't talk. Dave was in a panic. When it was obvious that he was awake, Ginny turned on the tape recording she had made in the electronic speech lab. "Hi there Dave, are we comfortable?" The voice was a deep bass voice with just a hint of the metallic raspyness of poorly synthesized speech. Dave jerked his head in the direction of the voice. The voice continued. "You've been picking on my firm's clients and I thought I would teach you a little lesson. My firm's clients don't buy drugs if they are scared and beaten. They even try to go to a competing group. If they don't buy drugs, my pushers don't make money. If my pushers don't make money, I don't make good profits. Nod your head if you understand." Dave nodded his head. The voice continued. "We're going to have a little fun tonight. You seem to like to dick around with our girls, so we're going to play with your cock and balls a bit. It sounds fair doesn't it?" At this point Dave was shaking his head indicating no, and fighting against the wires that restrained him. At this point Brad motioned to Ginny to stop the tape. Brad got up and stomped heavily across the floor. He reached down and grabbed Dave's balls and gave them a mighty yank. Dave would have been screaming if he could have, but the gag didn't let him. The tape was re-started and the deep metallic voice said, "If we feel generous we might leave you one testicle that still works. Doesn't that sound like a good deal?" Dave tried to shrink into himself, but wired up as he was, he could do nothing. During this time, Ginny had turned on the strobe power supply. She pressed the button. Dave seemed to try to jump off the springs, but he was firmly fastened to the bed spring by his hands and feet and waist. He then thrashed about making all sorts of muffled whimpering noises. The audio tape continued, "Now, how was that for openers Dave? Did you like that? If you haven't noticed, there is something in your dick. We're going to try to play with it in a minute, but first we have something you'll like. It's cold out so we thought you should have a chance to warm up a little. At this time the end of the tube of analgesic sports rub was roughly pushed into Dave's rectum and squeezed. Nothing seemed to happen for about ten seconds. Then Dave started violently squirming around. The metallic voice continued. "Are we nice and warm now? Oh, is it uncomfortable? Would you like me to make that pain seem to go away, Dave? Well, even if you wouldn't, you're about to experience something new." With that, the wires that had been connected above each of Dave's balls were disconnected. One of the wires was wrapped so that it was wrapped around his scrotum just above both balls, and the other end was connected to the end of the stainless steel "L" that stuck out of his penis. A moment later the switch was pushed again. It was obvious that Dave was sobbing even though he couldn't make much noise and tears couldn't escape from under the duct tape. Before he could catch his breath the switch was thrown again and again and again until Dave had obviously passed out. Ginny removed the wires and the stainless steel "L" and put them back in the bag. Brad broke an ammonia ampoule and held it under Dave's nose. The results were startling. Dave jerked his head away from the smell and was obviously conscious. The metallic voice started in again. "Dave, do you think you can leave my clients alone? Shake your head if you think you can." Dave vigorously shook his head in the affirmative. The voice continued. "I don't want to hear of you being in this area again. I don't want to hear of you so much as looking at any girls in this area because if you do, you'll be singing soprano in the future. Do you understand me?" Dave vigorously shook his head in the affirmative. The voice continued. "Now Dave, I want to make sure that you will always remember what I've said to you, so, I've got to leave you with a reminder. Which testicle do you want to lose?" At this Dave started shaking. The voice continued. "Now Dave, if you don't want to choose, you'll lose both of them right now. Nod your head if you understand." Dave vigorously shook his head indicating yes. "Now, Dave, tilt your head toward the testicle that you would like to keep." Dave tilted his head to the left. The next thing Dave felt was someone tying a very, very tight knot around his right testicle. The tying went on for a couple of minutes to make sure that there was no way for blood to circulate to the right testicle. The voice continued. "Now, I'll let people know where to find you in a couple of hours, but to make sure that the job is done right, we're going to put a heating pack on your balls so that the cold won't help preserve the one that is starved of oxygen. I'll cover that area up and tape it in place so that you can't shake it off. But, to keep you thinking of us I have one final gift for you." At this point an eyedropper full of analgesic sports rub was squirted into Dave's urethra. Dave was then given a hard kick to the balls and passed out. All the toys were put away in the bag they had been brought in. Then Brad picked up Ginny and carried her down the stairs so that if Dave were still even a little conscious he would only hear one big man leaving the house. They left the rear of the house and moved onto the paved alley. They then walked quietly down the back alley and around to Brad's car. They removed their black boots and jumpsuits and put them in a garbage bag. While Brad drove to the suburbs, Ginny cut the wires out of the flash unit, removed the batteries, broke the plastic enclosure, and cut the circuit board. As they drove along, pieces of plastic and wire were dropped out of the car window. The stainless steel "L" was dropped down a storm drain. Ginny watched the clock. During the next hour, the jumpsuits and overshoes were discarded in various dumpsters, one by one, with the exception of Ginny's ski mask. When about two hours had passed, their car pulled up to a pay phone in a less than well lit area. With her ski mask pulled down, Ginny walked to the pay phone and dialed "911." As soon as the operator came on, Ginny hit the play button on the tape recorder. "Just listen or someone dies. There is a man bound up in the second floor of an abandoned house on Gray Street. The house number is two digits long, and starts off with the number two. The house number is odd. If you get to him in the next half hour he should live." The phone was then hung up and Ginny and Brad got back into the car and went back to Ginny's house. On the way Brad purchased some food at a large food store in a mall that was on their way. That evening they enjoyed a wonderful meal. The rest of the evening was as much fun as the evening that Brad had arrived. When Brad left to go back to school, he told Ginny that they would have to finish their last semester of school at a distance, but their future now looked bright. He also promised to get her a nice engagement ring as soon as he could. The future of the other girls in Ginny's neighborhood looked brighter than it had in a long time. It was early the next week that the city started to enthusiastically enforce the drug laws and investigate muggings in Ginny's section of the city. It was a long overdue improvement! The End, and the Beginning!