Thecia’s cheerleaders

Karen and Julie had finished their afternoon cheerleading Practice and took the bus to the intersection of the dirt road that lead to their homes. Both lived on farms about a quarter of a mile apart. The girls would walk the next two miles or so to their homes.

A blue step-in van, the kind bread route men drove, pulled up along side of the girls. They were not concerned, nothing bad ever happens in this quiet upstate NY community. A smiling white man, who looked to be about 45 years old, looked at them and asked, "Aren’t you the Karrak girl, from Karrak farm?" Julie answered, "Yes, do I know you?" The man answered, "My name is Ed, I’m an old friend of your fathers, Can I give you a lift?" The girls looked at each other, nodded and climbed into the truck. After all, the man knew her last name and did look familiar.

Before the van had rolled a hundred feet the door between the cab and back opened, a huge man, about the same age as the driver appeared. Both girls were startled. The man smiled and with one motion clamped his huge paws around the neck of each teen. He dragged in the back and managed to secure both girls to waiting handcuffs that were attached to the side of the truck. The girls were both screaming and the mans open hand came down in a violent slap, first to Karen and then Julie. With both girls stunned the large man jerked their short cheering skirts down and off of them. Shivering in panties the girls began to cry. This too was answered with a bearlike paw slapping each of them.

They were left in the back of the truck for over an hour, sitting on the cold, hard steel floor. They felt it as the truck turned off of the interstate and onto a secondary road, a few minutes later they could tell that the truck had gone off of regular pavement. Finally the vehicle stopped. Julie still had her watch and she timed each leg of the journey. Both were forced to don hoods and led out of the truck. Each time either would try to speak the big man would slap the offender.

Once in the building their blindfolds were removed and each was told to undress, to resist would only bring on the wrath of the second man. They removed their light jackets and shirts, each stood in their panties, socks and bras. The smaller man said, "everything." With that the big man took a step toward them and the final pieces of clothing fell to the floor.

Each of the girls had the tight body that you would expect of an 18-year-old cheerleader. Karen stood about five seven with smaller boobs than Julie but she still had an hourglass figure. Julie should have been a model. Her 34-C breasts almost pointed up at the men.

Ed turned to the large man, pointed at the girls and said, "Tony, that’s eatin’ stuff." The girls looked around and saw a large warehouse type building with tanks and vats at one end. They were handcuffed to a heavy pipe and left there naked for several hours.

The man that they knew as Ed returned, removed Karen’s restraints, and took her out of the room.

She was brought into a small room with a mattress in the corner. Her cuffs were attached to a radiator and Ed pushed her down. She cowered, as she smelled the man’s odor and bad breath.

He didn’t even remove his pants, he just opened his fly and pushed his smelly cock toward her mouth. She turned her head away from him but he slapped her hard and said, "Suck it cunt." She had never done anything like that before., he slapped her again and she opened her mouth. Not knowing what to do she just held his cock in her mouth, with that he grabbed her by the hair and began to move her head back and forth. Within a few seconds his thick rich load began to shoot into her virgin mouth. She choked and spit the heavy load over the cock that it came from. She got a slap for her trouble.

Ed threw a towel to her and barked, "clean up, bitch." Thirty minutes later he returned, told her to get up on all fours and present her ass to him. When she balked he kicked her in the ribs. She scrambled to the position and her tight pussy, from behind, looked like a tasty clam to the man. He ran his tongue over her tight slit and spent the next ten minutes working over her virgin pussy. She pleaded for him not to do it; she had never had a man in her young life. He removed his tongue and rubbed his rock hard cock up and down her inner lips. Without warning he drove his rigid tool deep into her just licked pussy. She screamed as her hymen tore and his big cock went where none had gone before. She lay there in her own cherry blood for over an hour.

When she heard the door open again, she cringed. It was not Ed, but Tony, the big man. She curled into a ball and tried to hide her sex. Tony had no shirt on and his pants soon fell to the floor. When he dropped his boxer she gasped. His cock matched his size. It was three times as big as Ed’s. She could only picture a rolling pin, it was that big.
 
He didn’t waste time with her mouth, he just flipped her on her back and drove his huge cock into her still aching pussy. To Karen it felt like her cherry was taken for the second time that same day. She screamed again as her once tight slit opened far beyond its capacity.

The girls were switched early the following day. Julie was given the same treatment. Her throat filled with cum, her cherry popped and later fucked by Tony’s baseball sized cock. Before she was returned to the common room, Ed drove his rehardened cock deep into her ass. When she was put back with Karen both her ass and pussy were dripping blood.

This treatment went on for months. Both girls had all three holes filled on a regular basis. Cum ran from each asshole, pussy and mouth. With their sleep deprivation and light bulb brain washing, they even began to believe that they were in love with the men.

One day they heard the men leave as they did often, Julie noticed Tony’s jacket on a chair about three feet away from their pallet. It was just out of their reach. Julie, who was closest, could only get her fingers to about a foot from the chair. Using the light blanket that the men allowed them, she tried to wrap it around a chair leg and get movement from the chair. Each whipping motion brought the chair a half-inch closer. After an hour or so she could grasp the chair leg. She removed his jacket, looking for the handcuff key. What she found was better, his cell phone. Over Karen’s protest, she dialed her mother. Her mother was beside herself when she heard her daughter’s voice. Julie told her of the kidnapping and the trip. She didn’t know where she was but she told her of the men’s names and everything that she had gleaned since their captivity. Julie’s father called the police on his own cell phone, but by the time they could try to trace the call the battery went dead in Tony’s phone.

That’s where I came in. A policewoman on the local force called my friend, Dr. Pann. Dr. Pann called me. One of her investigators took the travel times that the girls remembered and traveled in every direction, first by map and then on the real road. There were only two possibilities. One south and the other almost directly north. On the southern route there were several dirt roads and a few barns. It took over a week to rule them out. The northern route took them to an abandoned food factory. A one story building that seemed to be locked up tight. As the investigator drove away he saw a p/u truck drive down the road. He saw the truck park behind the building and he called Dr. Pann. She told him to wait for nightfall and check the place out. Sure enough, there were lights showing through the cracks in the window shades.

A few days later Jill and I waited in the darkness until we heard the p/u truck drive to the building. As the men walked past us, each of our tazers shot out their twin needles and both men fell to the ground. We quickly cuffed them and shackled their legs. We dragged the smaller man into the building and returned for the larger one. Both of us couldn’t budge him no matter how hard we tried. We were forced to get on the cell phone and call Dr. Pann for help. She arrived with her two Russian bodyguards and together we managed to get the man inside.

We secured the big guy to the table and the smaller one to the plumbing. We covered each mans head with a hood.

After Dr. Pann left, the men began to recover. Tony roared and began to struggle. To our amazement one stout leg from the table came right off. His left hand was free, he rolled the table over and was working on the right leg when Jill hit him with the loose table leg. That stopped him for the time being.

We gave each a shot of Dr. Pann’s magic potion to keep them out. We then put on ski masks to retrieve the girls. We didn’t want to be recognized. Julie was overjoyed to see us but Karen said, "What have you done to my Tony!" We didn’t answer, and simply walked them to the waiting car. They were left outside at a local sheriff’s office.

Using a portable screw gun we screwed large tie-downs to the floor and tethered both men. With my box cutter I cut the clothes off of each man. Ed was pretty normal, but Tony was huge. His fists were the size of small hams, he must have weighed 300 pounds or more. His flaccid cock hung down almost to his knee and each ball was the size of a large lemon. I would enjoy neutering this one. I knew that I would cum as these huge orbs fell into my waiting hand. I don’t usually remove the ball sack, but I would make an exception in this case. I wanted it for a trophy.

"So you like to rape little cheerleaders, huh?" I said to both of them. I smiled and said,

"Let me see if I can cure you of that little problem."

I turned to Jill and asked her if she would show these guys what they would be missing in the future. She stood over the one named Ed and said that his dick reeked and she would have to fix that first. She got a bowl of warm water from the sink along with soap and proceeded to wash his dick and balls. She didn’t even finish washing his six incher when, with the warm water and slippery suds, it shot. It was a surprising load from such an average set of nuts. Jill finished her wash job by cleaning the cum off of his balls. Without the benefit of painkillers I opened his sack on each side, tied off his cords and ducts. Then I quickly snipped off each ball and they fell into my gloved hand. All of this time he screamed bloody murder. I enjoyed it.

I held his severed orbs by the cords and dangled them in front of his accomplice, Tony, with the statement, "You’re next." Tony fought his restraints, but this time he was secure. Jill barred her near perfect breasts and worked on Tony’s huge member. It grew, as if by magic, to her touch. She massaged his heavy balls and worked on his cock at the same time. I looked over to him and told him that when the load shot, his balls would be history. He tried to hold back, but Jill knew how to work a cock, even one this big. When he finally popped, his first stream shot clear over Jill’s head, leaving a white line in her hair. She ducked out of the way for the next shot, but it still hit her shoulder. She squeezed his large nuts until the last drop dribbled out. This guy came so much that there was an actual puddle on the floor. Rather than clean this mess, Jill found a hose and washed it down the floor drain. She soaked his package in ice cold water as she did it. His big dick shriveled up but it still was over six inches in its very cold state.

Again, without painkillers I began to work. This time I sliced around his sack, careful to leave a small piece of skin to cover the wound. I put the sack in it’s own peanut butter jar, I would have it tanned and made into an underwear bag. His now naked nuts just hung there, he still begged for his jewels. He swore things like, "I’ll never do anything like that again" " I’ll do anything you want, just leave my balls" and "I’ll confess to the cops, anything, Just not my balls."

I tied them carefully and while they were still attached I pinched one very hard just to hear him scream. This package totally ruined two innocent young girls….now I would ruin the package. Revenge is sweet.

My scalpel slipped though his cords like a hot knife through butter. As each one fell into my gloved hand I shuddered in lust. When they were both in the jar of formaldehyde, I reached down and touched my crotch through my jeans. That one touch triggered an earth shaking orgasm.

Using the small flap that I had left, I sewed up the wound where his balls and nutsack had been. Switching to a pointed scalpel, I made an incision just behind where his balls had been and severed the nerves to his prostate. His huge cock was now just a pee-wick, it would never ruin another young girls cherry or her rectum either. Simply, it would never get hard again.

Jill and I drove the forty some miles to Buffalo to make our afternoon plane. I UPS’d the severed balls to Dallas. We found a nice restaurant about three miles from the airport. I had pea soup and a London broil sandwich, Jill had a tuna melt and a Greek salad. Cutting balls off makes me Hungary.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia