My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old female “Cutter.” As most of you know, I write stories to be posted at EA. All of my stories have a grain of truth in them.

I have a rule that does not allow me to meet, phone or cut anyone from this website. It’s just too risky. Please respect this rule.

The above rule being said, I got an e letter from a young woman with a problem. Here is the letter.

“Dear Thecia,

I don’t know if you are real or not, but I hope you are and I hope you can help me. Four years ago my younger sister Rose was brutally raped by a boy named Roy XXXXXX. He was quickly caught and he and his cohort were put away until their 21’st birthday. Roy will be released next week. At his trial he threatened my sister and me. His words were “When I get out, I’ll get you cunts.” I’ve called the police and they won’t help unless he does something. I know this man and he will do something.

Can you help?

Thank you for being who you are, and if you can’t help I’ll understand.

Very Truly Yours,

Trudy XXXXXX”

I did some research and found the story. It was all true. I contacted Dr. Pann (A woman’s advocate) and my friend Digger with the story. They both offered to help, with what ever it takes.

Roy was bad to the core, his partner in crime a boy named Wayne had not participated in the rape, but he had watched and encouraged Roy. In fact he had jerked himself off while watching.

The first week that Roy was free, Digger had two of his biker friends hang out at the apartment that the women shared. Dr. Pann provided funds to pay them for their time. Sure enough, on the third night the door frame splintered, Roy and Wayne rushed in hoping to catch the girls off guard. A ham sized fist came down oh Roy’s neck while another gut punched Wayne. With a few broken bones the boys found themselves in the gutter near the apartment. No police were called. Now we knew what the game was.

The boys lived in a single room occupancy dive on Front Street. They were easy to find. I walked up to the door, knocked and said, “Census.’ When Roy opened the door he had a cast on his broken left arm and a big hunting knife in his right hand. Digger, who is six six and 290 pounds reached around me, grabbed his right wrist and simply snapped it like a twig. The knife fell to the floor and Roy fell to the ground crying.

Both boys cowered in the corner. With the help of digger and one of his biker friends we tied them to the two cots in the room. The men left and just Jill and I remained.

We cut their Levi’s and underwear off and exposed two fairly good packages. Jill, admitted slut that she is, took her top off, exposing her near perfect boobs, and began a serious hand job on Wayne. I intended to do the same to Roy, but I had a little work first. I carefully ran my scalpel around his scrotum, freeing it completely from his body, I pulled it off, exposing two nice full balls for the taking. As I often do, I used a soldering iron to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding. He screamed so much that I had to force a ball gag into his mouth. We did the same with Wayne. I donned my velvet glove and began to work his hardening cock. Jill had her hand job under control and Wayne shot a big load all over her hand. In a few minutes I could see Roy’s exposed nuts tighten up to his body and his hard cock began to spurt. The thick rich cum shot out of his dick and ran down and coated the exposed balls it had come from.

Normally I abhor pain and I go to great lengths to not inflict any. This one was different, after a rest period I began to work his cock again. At his age it sprang back into action. When he again got close to cumming I took a vise grip pliers and crushed his right nut while it was still attached to his body. I could hear the scream even through the ball gag. I causally said, “So you like to rape young girls?” he shook his head with terror in his eyes. I said, “don’t worry I won’t hurt the other one, you’ve suffered enough.” With that statement I crushed his remaining ball. He passed out and I snipped the ruined nuts off and flushed them down the john. No more rapes for him.

I turned my attention to Wayne, while he hadn’t raped anyone he still pissed me off a great deal. I asked Jill to get him close again. It took her only minutes to get him hard as a rock and ready to cum. I said, “Let me finish.” She backed off and I took his rock hard, blood filled cock in both hands and snapped it like a twig. I actually heard the internal structure break. His scream was even louder than Roy’s had been. I had heard of breaking a cock but I had never done it before. It would take years and surgery to fix it and it might never work right again. I didn’t nut him but the punishment fit the crime.

We left them tied there. The police knew who they were and didn’t investigate too much. Jill and I went to a Thai restaurant and both had shrimp in some greenish sauce that burned our mouths out. Nutting always makes me hungry

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Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia