My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old female engineer. My avocation is that of a castratrix, an underground cutter. I’ve been cutting for over eight years and I’ve harvested over 150 sets of human balls. Most of these were voluntary, some were not.

I work with a woman’s rights group headed by Dr. Antonia Pann. She sent me the following article along with an offer to help “Fix” these people.

“Good evening. This is Sandra Lewis with the six o’clock news. In our lead story, police are seeking an outlaw motorcycle gang who last night took over Jerry’s Diner on the outskirts of town. Over a period of nearly five hours, the members of the gang brutally and repeatedly raped a nineteen year old girl who works at the diner. The gang is also wanted for murder in connection with the brutal beating death of twenty-one year old Bill Davis, a college student and part time employee at Jerry’s. If anyone has any information regarding these crimes, or the gang members, they are requested to contact the police.”

The group was easy enough to find, everyone knew that they had performed the heinous acts. The police could not find one witness willing to testify.

The bikers had a “Clubhouse” on the east outskirts of town. It was a large ranch house converted to a private bar and a couple of bedrooms, (fuck rooms as they called them).

My friend and mentor, Digger, supplied me with canisters of knock out gas. While the whole gang was out it was easy enough to pipe a small copper tube into the house.

The bunch came back at about two AM, most were drunk. There were several “biker chicks” with them. We (my friend and co-hort Jill.) gave them about ten minutes and turned the gas on. In another ten minutes every one of them was out on the floor. We donned Scott air packs (I’m an engineer so they are easy to borrow) and went in. Using police plastic riot handcuffs we secured them face up in snow angel position across the floor. Each end man was secured to a permanent object and each man was then secured to the next man. The women were secured on the other side of the room.

Just as the last one was bound we heard a lone motorcycle pull up outside. Jill stood behind the door as it crashed open. The drunk biker said, “What the fuck is going on here.” As he ran toward me, he got about three steps when the twin needles of Jill’s taser hit him, he went down in spasms, I sapped him with my leather club and he was out. He was secured to the group and we got on with it.

We opened windows, left the building and turned the gas off. We both replaced our air packs with surgical masks. When the bikers began to stir we went back in. using box cutters we cut the pants off of each victim. The men began to berate us and it got to me. I went to the biggest on and stomped on his balls. After his horrific scream I said, “The next guy to annoy me will have his balls stomped to mush!” That seemed to calm them a little.

I asked, “who’s Mule?” When no one answered I took a metal C-Clamp to the first mans finger. As I tightened the clamp the man began to scream. Still he wouldn’t betray his leader. I heard the bone in his finger crush even over his screams. I quietly said, “OK, finger two.” As the clamp began to do its work he meekly said, “Mule’s the one with the red bandana.”

I went over to Mule and knelt on his chest. I said, “How’s it going Mule?” his response was, “You cunt, I’m gonna rip your tits off, Cunt bitch.” “Somehow I don’t think you’re gonna have the balls to do that, but don’t worry, you’re last.” I asked Jill to show Mule what he was going to miss in his new life. She winked as she walked over and began to give him a sensual hand job.

Using my C-clamp interrogation method, I soon learned the name of each man. It didn’t take long for mule to succumb to Jells wiles and he began to shoot thick rich cum out of his thick pole. Jill took a finger full and spread it on his lips, he tried to bite her and she punched him full in the face.

I pointed and asked Jill to do JD next as I was ready for him. He only lasted a minute and as he came I drew a serrated kitchen knife over the neck of his sack. His big balls, sack and all made a plopping sound as it hit the floor. I had banded the neck of his sack so there was very little blood. I held the severed nuts up by their cords for all to see and announced, “Isn’t rape fun.”

These big brave evil men now had terror in their eyes. The one called Scratch said, “I wasn’t part of it, let me go.” I walked over and stomped his nutsack as I said, “I said, no talking.” I knelt down and with my scalpel opened the sides of his sack. He screamed like a little girl as I popped each nut out into the open air. Again Jill did her thing. He had the biggest cock of all of them and Jill treated it with honor. As he began to spurt the thick baby batter I cut his nuts off. The thick white cum turned pink from the blood as Scratch screamed.

Jill moved straight to Weasel, he had an average cock, but huge balls, I decided that I wanted his sack for a change purse. As he began to cum I unceremoniously hacked his sack and the balls that it contained right off.

There had been a great transformation in Mule, he was now sobbing and begging for mercy. It was not to be.

Animal still had his vicious arrogance and yelled things like “fuck you cunts, I’m gonna fuck your asshole, and You’ll die for this.”

He would be next, Jill did her thing as I tied the neck of his sack off, when he shot his huge load I hacked the package off. He screamed bloody murder, his arrogance gone. I slid one of his severed orbs into his mouth, he spit it out and said “Fuck you.” I used the C-clamp and got to the third crushed finger before he agreed to bite the ball, I made him eat both of his now useless balls.

I was becoming bored with the game and just wanted it over. Cosmos was next and I simply cut his balls off and placed them in a peanut butter jar filled with formaldehyde.

It was now Mongo’s turn to beg for his manhood. He was barking up the wrong tree. Jill had extracted the last load from him and I simple cut his sack off leaving the big balls hanging by their cords. I would get them later. His sack would make another nice change purse. A woman in Mexico tans them for me.

Lobo was kind of a small guy with small balls and not much of a dick. I told him that it was almost not worth taking such useless nuts as I laughed at his package. When Jill finished I took them anyway.

Blade was another really bad one, so I made him eat his own balls too. I was having a ball, well actually many balls.

Rat had been the first to ass fuck the waitress, so his balls naturally ended up stuffed up his ass. A fitting ending for bad genes.

By the time I had Leadfoot’s balls in my hand I was tired I just snipped them off and popped them into the jar. No fanfare here.

I went back to Mongo, for some reason I hated him most. I finger snapped each ball just to hear him scream. I took the smallest nicks with my scalpel, he screamed and sobbed with each nick. Finally his left nut was in my hand and I began working on his right one. When the severed orb fell into my hand Mongo had passed out. I let him sleep.

As I knelt next to Mule one of the biker chicks said, “Let me go and we’ll see how tough you are.” I walked over and kicked her in the crotch, it doesn’t have the same effect as it would on a guy, but it hurt a lot. I cut off her black jeans (she had no underwear) and quickly cut her clit off, just cause she pissed me off.

Jill had been trying to work a second load out of Mule and so far had not succeeded, I berated him and told him that he was half a man anyway and I was surprised that such a wimp could get it up at all. His face turned in a combination anger and terror. I cut open both sides of his nut sack and popped both balls out into the daylight for the first time. I whispered to him, “If you get off in the next five minutes, I’ll spare your balls.”

Jill tried her best, even putting his not so washed cock into her mouth. Exactly four minutes and twenty seconds later his now rock hard cock began to spurt. I said, remember that I won’t cut you if you cum in time?” “Well I lied.” With that on the third spurt I snipped his ejaculating baby makers off. As with Scratch, the pure white cum turned pink from the blood.

We left them lying there. There would not be much of an investigation. Everyone knew, police included, what these men had done. I accounted for 22 evil testicles, that would never be a part of a rape again.

We stopped on the way home for breakfast, nutting always makes me hungry. Jill had a western omelet and I had two eggs over easy with bacon.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia