Thecia's Close Call

I'm a 30 year old, female "Cutter"

My friend and mentor "Digger" asked me to do another contract cutting. Against the guys will.

I don't like to do them because of the possibility of police interference. Volunteers wanting my services are much safer to deal with. But, the money is good and I'm very careful to hide my tracks so to speak. I only do contracts out of town and I make my self look very different.

I look like Tina Faye of Saturday Night Live in real life but for out of town work I make my self out to be a blonde floozie.

Normally I would get between five and ten thousand for this kind of contract. But this one had to do with the mob, and the offer was ten thousand for each ball.

As usual, I was given a photo of the guy and a list of his hangouts in another city in Texas. His name was Veto, a rarity in Texas.

On the second night of my quest I found Veto in a club called "The Playpen". I sat one stool away from him. I was wearing a simple black dress and my pushup bra. It didn't take him long to ask to buy me a drink. Within an hour I had my hand on his leg, brushing his package. Ten minutes after that we were in his car driving toward a motel. When a guy's nuts are full a woman can lead him around like a puppy on a leash.

He was wearing black pants, a black shirt and a huge gold chain, quite out of place for the southwest.

When we got into the room, I pulled my flight attendant scam and offered him one of the little bottles of booze that I carried in my bag. He had been drinking scotch, so I offered him a Dewar's. He poured it into a glass and drank about half, then he grabbed me and kissed me.

He was a poor kisser , ramming his tongue halfway down my throat. After a few minutes, I saw his eyes go dreamy. I hoped that only drinking half of Digger's booze "Mickey" would be enough.

I led him to the bed, while I kept my hand busy rubbing his crotch. I gently guided him onto his back and began binding his right wrist to the metal bed rail. I almost had the knot finished when I felt his hand roughly on my neck. He slammed me to the bed and said "What the fuck are you doing, Cunt." His grip was vise like and I was suddenly very afraid. He pulled loose of the one knot and turned me over like a doll. He had to be 220 ponds to my 120. I thought as fast as I could and said "I just thought the ropes would add excitement, your really turn me on".

He said "you want excitement, well here's your excitement." He pulled my black dress down, popping a couple of buttons in the process, he ripped the push up bra off as well as my thong panties. His impressive cock sprung to attention. He held me down, pried my legs apart and with out any finesse rammed his cock into my pussy. There was no wetness on the outer lips and it hurt. He drove that big tool, not as a sex organ but as a weapon. He was big enough to hit bottom and hurt while at the same time the root, when it hit, worked my clit. In spite of my self I felt an orgasm welling up. I felt his big balls slapping my ass and his hot (and foul smelling) breath just inches from my face. I felt myself starting to cum just as he stiffened and came himself. I could feel his cock shooting ropes of cum deep inside me. Only afterwards did i think of the possibility of HIV or another SID.

As I felt his body start to relax, With all my strength, I hit him on the temple with the heavy glass motel ashtray. He fell like a ton of bricks. It was all that I could do to wiggle out from under his massive bulk.

Not wanting a repeat of his "escape", I quickly tied his arms and legs with the parachute cord.

I retrieved my scalpel from my bag and cut his clothes right down the middle. I had to laugh, with all of his black clothing, his boxer shorts were white with little red hearts on them.

His soft cock was much less impressive now, but his balls were still pretty good sized.

I normally don't take the scrotum, for fear of complications, but in his case I would make an exception, after all he had raped me. It also occurred to me that I would have to give his preserved nuts to the contractee as part of the deal, and I wanted some kind of trophy. I know a woman in Mexico who would tan his nut sack for me and make it into a change purse.

I splashed cold water on his face and noted the look of surprise when he came to. I said "Hi! Remember me, the woman you just raped." He pulled at his restraints and said "you fucking cunt." With that I grabbed his balls and twisted. He yelped.. I told him that if he screamed I would rip his nuts off.

While still holding his twisted nuts I climbed onto his face and said "it's your cum, get it out of me." I twisted tighter and sure enough he started licking. When I felt that I was sufficiently cleaned, I climbed off and forced a ball gag into his mouth.

I brought my mouth close to his ear and whispered "You've pissed someone off, so, now I'm going to nut you." His look of anger turned to fear. I saw a tear in his eye as he struggled at his bindings.

Usually I (part of my fixation with balls) want to taste the last cum from a guy, but I decided that it was unnecessary here. Besides, because of the rape , I hated this guy.

I usually slice the nut sack and pop them out, this time I cut around the sack with my scalpel. I made it very slow and painful. There was very little blood. When it was free,I slid it from around his balls and dropped it into the preserving jar. His balls hung by their cords, I carefully tied each cord off, then I pulled the larger right ball as far as it would go and showed it to Veto. It was just visible over his rounded stomach. I told him to say good by to it and my little scalpel sliced through the cord easily. He was sobbing audibly now. I pulled the left one as far as it's cord would let it and told him "you won't have the balls to pull off another rape." It sliced as easily as the first and I put both of them in the jar.

They hardly looked worth ten thousand dollars apiece.

Digger got 20% for handling the money and the contacts and I got the rest because I took the risk and did all the dirty work.

After I drove his car back to the club, I got into my own rental car and with an untraceable prepaid cel phone, called 911. Some gangster in the northeast has Veto's balls.