Thecia’s short Interrogation

My name is Thecia, I’m a 31-year-old female "cutter."

Last Friday I received a missive from my friend Dr. Pann. Dr. Pann runs a clandestine women’s support group.

She reported to me that a female police officer told her about a pedophile that was just freed by the Lexington KY Police department. They had evidence of him abducting a young girl but they could not prove anything and were forced to free him.

Dr. Pann, with the help of three very big Russian hired muscle types, had secured the man in a barn eight miles from Lexington, just off of Bardstown Road. The Russians had beaten the man for hours, but he still would not tell the location of the 14-year-old kidnap victim.

I took the first available plane from Dallas and got to KY at noon. Dr. Pann had a car waiting for me and I was at the barn in less than 25 minutes.

The man was a bloody pulp from the beatings. I told the Russians to clean him up and treat him with respect. They left at Dr. Pann’s order and we were alone with the trussed up man.

I used a box cutter to remove his clothes, being careful not to cut his skin.

I assessed his "equipment" and found his balls to be pretty standard and his cock a little above average in size. No big deal. Without a word to the man, I donned my velvet glove and began to stroke his soft cock. I told him to think about that nice 14-year-old pussy that he was going to get. He quickly rose to the occasion. I think that Dr. Pann was a little annoyed at my apparent kindness to the man. He tensed and I knew he was near, but still he took me by surprise. He shot his load with surprising force. His stream caught the hair on the side of my head. Just what I need, rapist cum in my hair. As his cock softened, he smiled and mouthed the words, "thank you."

I quietly asked him, "where is Jenny." His response was, "I can’t tell you."

I gently lifted his left ball and stuck the tip of my box cutter right into it. He screamed and I asked him if he could tell me yet. He shook his head in a no movement. With that I sliced the whole length of the left side of his sack and extracted his left ball. With the box cutter I nicked a little tiny piece off of his ball. He again screamed, but still shook his head. I cut piece after piece until half of his testicle was gone. Still he refused to talk. I slit the other side of his sack and took the first tiny piece from his right ball. As I did this, I reminded him that this was the last one. If I did this he would never have sex again. I told him that if he told us where the girl was I would let him go with his right ball in one piece.

He finally relented and said that she was only three miles down the road in an abandoned gas station. I stayed with him as Dr. Pann went to investigate. Ten minutes later my cell phone rang and Dr. Pann told me that the girl was ok, dehydrated, but OK.

I looked down on this pathetic molester and said "thank you." I carefully tied off his ruined left ball and sliced it off. I dropped it into my peanut butter jar along with its pieces. I then hefted his right ball and said to him, "I won’t cut this one up, as I promised." He smiled in relief. I held the ball in my right hand and wrapped the cords around my finger. (If you don't rap the cord around your finger, the cords rip from the ball not the body.) Without warning I pulled with all of my strength. The cords, nerves and blood vessels ripped from his body, leaving a horrible wound. He screamed louder than I had ever heard anyone scream. I said, "I said I would not cut it up, I never said that I wouldn’t rip it from your body." I said it on deaf ears, he had passed out.

I revived him and cut the binding on his left hand. He was in no condition to do harm to anyone. I had him put his hand on the towel over his wound to stem the flow of blood and promised to send help.

Dr. Pann picked me up and we drove off. We left the girl at a firehouse and told her to go in after we were out of sight. I called 911 on my untraceable cell phone and told of a farm accident off of Bardstown Road.

The local newspaper only noted an accident and no word of my "job" ever leaked out. The female police officer later told Dr. Pann that no cop wanted to investigate.

I sent the severed and cut balls to myself via UPS. The security people at the airport wouldn't like balls in my carry on bag.

We had a late lunch as we waited for my plane. Dr. Pann had a tuna salad plate and I had a Monte Christo sandwich and a tall glass of iced tea.

I was home in my own bed by that night.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia