My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old engineer and an underground cutter. There are thousands of human balls in this country that need removing. Someone has to do it, it might as well be me. I’ve nutted over 150 men and I’m good at it.

When I’m working in New Jersey, I’m about 20 miles from NY City. The local NJ paper of course covers New York too. They reported the story of a rapist who would target young girls. The victims were all between 13 and 15 and of all races. Always abducted and set free the following day. The police had nothing to go on except that he was Hispanic and had an accent.

I work closely with a woman’s protective group headed by my friend Dr. Pann. When I read of these atrocities, I called her. While I know how to deal with these types of people I don’t have the resources to find them. Dr. Pann has these resources. Unlike the police she can throw money at informants and get information.

It took her and her investigators exactly five days to find the pervert. He lived on 14th street in Manhattan. Dr. Pann’s Russian enforcers delivered him to me. His name was Jesus, he was about my height, 5’9” and weighed about 160.

My friend Jill flew up from Dallas to help. I picked her up at Newark Airport and she stayed at my place.

The Russians dropped the rental van, complete with the scumb bag to a parking place in the park near my place in NJ. Jill and I parked a quarter mile away and walked to the van. His hands and feet were bound with duct tape. His mouth was taped shut and he was blindfolded.

We drove slightly less than a hundred miles into the New Jersey Pine Barrens, two miles in on one of the sand roads there was a side road, not much more than a path that allowed us to get out of sight even to a passing car on the rarely used main road.

Jesus was small but wiry, he fought us as we dragged him from the van, we just pulled him out and let him fall to the sandy ground. We dragged him about 50 feet from the path into a little clear area surrounded with scrub.

The Russians had left us four pipes to stake him to. We drove two of the pipes into the ground and tied his right hand and right leg to them. Now came the tricky part, we had to cut his bindings to spread his legs. , Jill got her contact stun gun ready and I told him that if he fought he would feel the 50,000 volts. Being a dumb low life he fought anyway and Jill hit him with the gun. It worked, he lie back shaking and let us tie him face up.

Until now he had no Idea what was happening to him. Jill cut his pants off and exposed his not very impressive package. No wonder he felt the need to rape young girls. He had a four inch noodle dick and balls the size of grapes. I had my surgical kit with me, but I also brought a “plan B” set up. While I normally abhor inflicting pain, I really hated this man and wanted him to suffer.

I told him that I was going to take his balls and his raping days were over. He couldn’t answer me, but he struggled mightily against the stakes. Jill walked up to him, said, “Stop!” and calmly kicked him in the balls.. He tried to double up, but the bindings would not allow this.

Jill, as was her want, began to play with his small dick. She said, “I hope you enjoy this, as it will be the last load you will ever deliver. “ Even fully erect his cock barely made four inches. In a short time his balls tightened and dribbles of cum ran down the cock it came from. Most fell on Jill’s hands, so she rubbed the thick liquid on his lips, forcing him to swallow some.

His balls didn’t reach the ground but it didn’t matter for my plan. I opened the jar of honey in the plan B kit and filled the pump bottle with it. The bottle was equipped with a needle at the end of a tube. The needle easily punctured his scrotum and I began to pump. The thick liquid flowed steadily and his nutsack grew with each pump. When it reached the size of a small melon I stopped. Using a scalpel I punched a small hole it the sack. The honey began to slowly seep out. Using the honey that remained in the bottle I dribbled some on the outside of his package and made a trail to the nearest red ant hill.

Jill and I drove about eight miles to the South Jersey Diner where we had lunch. I had a pastrami sandwich with iced tea and Jill had a BLT club with coffee. After the leisurely lunch we slowly drove back to Jesus. His balls and sack were history, his cock and legs had evil red welts all over them. I almost felt sorry for him, he couldn’t even scream, I said I “almost” felt sorry, I still smiled. I saw the little ants carrying tiny pieces of ball meat to the ant hill. Parts of his cord system remained as did a ragged edge of his nutsack. Not pretty, I dressed the wound as well as I could and cut the bindings. We left him staggering towards the road as we drove away.

We stopped at a convenience store for a cup of coffee and drove home.

Jill flew home the next day and by some unknown miracle the rapes in the city came to a screeching halt..

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia