Thecia’s Model Train

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old "Cutter."

As a normal part of my avocation I meet a few slaves and mistresses. They vary in their relationships. Some mistresses will keep their slaves completely chaste while others will "milk" them in one way or another. Very rarely do they allow intercourse.

One couple had devised a method of "draining" the slave by attaching electrodes from a model train transformer and forcing the slave to cum without any other stimulation. The effect is instant.

I don’t have time for relationships, but I do have a fuck buddy. He is very good and pretty open-minded. Somehow I talked him into experimenting with this system. It must be attached so as pass the power through the prostate. He helped me hook him up to the transformer and I turned the dial about halfway, as I had been instructed by the mistress. His big cock began to spurt instantly and kept on spurting. I shut the thing off because I was afraid of permanently hurting him. He said it was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. But he was so tired that he had to go to bed.

Right then and there I decided to use this on my next unwilling client. My friend, Dr. Pann, who runs a woman’s help group, often (about once every three months) finds and singles out rapists who, in her words, "need their balls sliced off."

I didn’t have to wait long. An extremely violent rapist was running rampant in the Paducah, KY area. The small city police force was not able to find this guy. Dr. Pann, who has a much larger budget than they do, put several of her in-house detectives on it. They found the man within a week.

She called me and I was there the following day. I flew into Lexington and rented a car for the trip to Paducah. Dr. Pann had already had the man placed in a house with a "for sale" sign on it.

The rapist, his name was Todd, was tied to four lock hasps that were screwed right into the floor. I used a box cutter to remove his clothes. He looked pathetic lying there and I told him so. His cock was limp and his balls were pulled up tight, as if they knew what I was about to do to them.

I told the man that I was just here to get him off, of course, I didn’t tell him what I was going to take off. I donned my velvet gloves and proceeded to massage his limp dick. Within a minute or so it was hard as a rock and pointing at the ceiling. Now it was time to play with my new toy. I removed the transformer from my bag and while straddling his chest, I connected the electrodes just as I had on my fuck buddy.

I plugged the machine in and turned the dial to full. Before the dial got to the full position, his now rock hard cock shot a stream at least three feet into the air. I turned the thing off, as I wanted to play for a while. I did not notice that in his reaction to the shock he had ripped one of the hasps out of the floor with his arm. I walked past him to get my other bag and without warning he grabbed my ankle and tripped me to the ground. He was very strong and he dragged my 120-pound body back toward him. He let go, but before I could scramble up he had his hand around my throat. My mind began to blur from lack of air and I thought that I was going to die. With my last bit of will and conciseness I reached as far as I could with my leg and somehow pushed the control of the transformer to it’s full on stop. He convulsed and at the same time as he released my throat he began to shoot thick cum into the air. I rolled out of his reach and again turned the machine off.

He was straining to reach me with his free hand, so I told him to stop or the machine would go on and I would leave it on. His response was, "cunt, I’m gonna cut your tits off and then your throat. You better not let me live." I knew not to worry, when I’m finished with them, they just don’t "have the balls" to do anything.

I got my nylon rope from my bag and looped the end over his free arm and tied it off to a doorknob.

Back to my play, I again turned the toy on, this time I only put it up one notch with no result, a second click and still no response, the third was the charm, he began to shoot again. I was beginning to tire of the game, so I just turned it up. He shot and shot, more cum than I ever thought a man had in him. It already covered his cock and most of his balls, it was running off of his balls into a fairly large puddle on the floor. After a very long time the stream stopped, he was still pulsing but only a thick gritty substance was dripping slowly out of his cock. There was no more fluid just a gritty output that reminded me of southern breakfast grits. After a few seconds even that stopped. He was begging me to stop. I reminded him that the women he had raped also begged him to stop. After another minute or so he passed out. His cock was still trying to pump cum, but there was none to pump.

I shut the transformer off and disconnected the probes. There were little burn marks where the wires had been. This gave me an idea. I used my snips to cut a wire off of a lamp and using the box cutter I stripped the insulation off of it. I separated the wires and wrapped one around his large nut sack. I attached each end to the transformer and waited. After ten minutes or so he awakened. I turned the DC power on and he struggled, but to no avail, his struggle only made the wire tighter. He screamed, "You’re hurting me." I said, "I’m not hurting you, I’m just taking the rapist part of you away." He then began repeating, "I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you." over and over.

I turned the transformer up to it’s full potential. The wire began to glow red near its attachment point, then the red moved along the wire. When it reach the skin of his nut sack he began to scream. The smell of burning flesh was sickening, and it went on for a full two minutes until his whole ball sack plopped on the floor. I love the sound a ball sack makes when it hits the floor, a very quiet plop. The wire had burned through everything, scrotum, sperm ducts, blood vessels and all. The wire even quarterized the wound so I didn’t even have to sew anything up. Todd had passed out again.

While I apprenticed with my friend Digger at his tattoo parlor, I learned to do a crude tattoo. I set up and wrote, in very large letters, on Todd’s chest, "RAPIST."

I went into my bag and carefully selected the proper scalpel for my special, "rapist cut." With no ball sack in the way and his legs tied apart, it was easy to slide the pointed scalpel into his "Taint" and sever the nerves to his prostate. Now even with all the hormones in the world, that big cock will never rise again. Countless women are now safe from this bastard.

I opened the cut part of his scrotum and allowed his balls to roll out onto the floor. I had to stretch the sack to get them out because the wires had kind of glued the skin together. I washed his sack and balls in alcohol, and then I put the nuts back in their bag and placed the whole thing in a peanut butter jar full of formaldehyde.

Two of Dr. Pann’s operatives took the now unconscious man to his car and parked the car in a marina parking lot. A call was placed to 911. For some reason it never showed up in the papers.

I drove back to Lexington and went to a local UPS terminal. I shipped my bags and the jar full of balls back to TX. It would be hard to explain scalpels and balls to an airport security checker.

I just made my plane, so I didn’t get to eat, and I was starved. Chopping men's balls off always makes me hungry. The peanuts on the plane just didn’t do it. When we landed in DFW, I went to my car and drove directly to Hank’s. My workday was over so along with one of Hank’s great seafood salads, I had a cold glass of white wine. From there I went home for a nap, it was the sleep of the just. I was  happy that I had nutted another rapist.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia