by Thecia's One-Time Lover

I saw her sitting with another woman in a small tex-mex diner down near the Mexican border

in a little Texas town named "Eagle Pass". Her companion was gorgeous - model dimensions with

the requisite enhanced breasts. But it was to her I was immediately drawn. Something about

the way she ate her crab cakes with such obvious enjoyment and gusto. Why they were serving

crab cakes at a tex-mex diner I never figured out. I decided I had nothing to lose by

introducing myself. Boy, was I wrong.

When I walked up both women looked at me expectantly as if to say "what the hell do you

want?". I smiled and introduced myself as Bob and looking directly at Thecia asked if I

might buy them both a beer. The surprise in her eyes was delicious. Even though she was

a very nice looking woman, she was taken aback that I was looking at her and not at her

friend.

She accepted and then asked me to join them. We had a wonderful conversation with many

laughs. I learned she was from the Dallas area and was just back over the border after

being in Mexico on business. When I asked what she did a twinkle came into her eye but

she said she was an oil refinery engineer. I got the feeling that was only partly the

truth.

The minutes melted into a few hours and finally they had to leave but Thecia invited me

to call her if ever I was in her area. She gave me a cell phone number and I readily

agreed. Something about this woman made me want her very badly. I instantly planned a

trip north.

Unfortunately, weeks passed before I was able to make the trip. On the way I wondered

what kind of reception I'd receive when I called. I wouldn't have been surprised if

she had completely forgotten me but that was not the case. She answered her phone on the

second ring at around 6:00 pm and was delighted to hear from me again. She was actually

on her way out the door but asked if we could meet at a bar that one of her friends

owned the following evening. My heart raced as she gave me directions.

When I walked into the bar the next evening I spotted her immediately. I was there 15

minutes early but she had evidently beat me there by almost an hour. She was talking to

a serious looking man behind the bar and both glanced at me as I came up to the bar

smiling. She ordered two whiskeys and the somewhat scary looking guy went to tend to

other customers.

We again hit it off and conversation came freely between us. I didn't really enjoy hard

liquor so I just pretended to sip every now and then to be polite. She didn't seem to

notice. I asked her if she'd like to get some air and maybe take a drive. She agreed

waved goodbye to her bartender friend.

As we drove she became more friendly, even putting her hand on my thigh. That got

my attention quickly. We seemed to hit it off like old friends. She was so easy and

comfortable to talk to and appeared to be enjoying herself as well. She asked where I

was staying and I told her at the Hilton Suites. She wanted to go there so we did.

Once inside my room we melted into each others arms and lust overtook both of us quickly.

We fell onto the big king bed and kissed each other hungrily. Soon enough our clothes had

hit the floor and her hands were all over my cock and balls. She appraised me like a pro

and since I'm not too shabby in the size department, she seemed to like what she saw.

Even while we were kissing she couldn't seem to keep her hands off of my balls. She would

squeeze them gently and rub them between her fingers and make satisfied "mmmmm's" as if

she really liked them. "You have very nice and big balls, Bob", she said. I thanked her

and decided I had to taste her. She was literally running juices down her leg. What a

sexy woman I had found!

How many times she came under my tongue and lips I can't now remember, but it was a lot.

She stroked me gently and then took my cock in her mouth and proceeded to give me the best

blowjob I'd ever had. I must have cum a gallon and just before I did she squeezed my balls

again but this time hard. It was weird, because even though it hurt it also made me spurt

even more strongly down her throat. She didn't miss a drop.

The grin on her face was priceless. I was really getting into this woman. She opened her

bag and produced some nylon rope, the kind they use for parachutes and said she wanted to

have even more fun with me. She wanted to tie me up, but I didn't really want to. Even

though I wanted to be with this lovely woman, my brain screamed at me that I really didn't

know her that well yet. Not well enough to let her tie me up. Not yet, anyway.

She pouted and I almost relented. But in the end I told her let's not rush things and

we'll get there when we both know each other a little better. She accepted this and we

fell asleep in each others arms.

I awoke the next morning with my ankles tied to the bed and one hand tied over my head.

Thecia was nowhere in sight so I took my free hand and untied myself wondering what was

going on. I found a note in the bathroom that read: "My dearest Bob, last night was

wonderful. You touched me in ways that few men ever have and I've seen my share of men,

believe me. When you didn't want to be tied up I knew that I couldn't have you in the way

I wanted to remember you. I also knew I'd have to see you again. I don't want to fall in

love. I don't need that complication in my life but with you I think I could be in trouble.

You're kind and gentle and a very good lover. I find myself wanting to tell you things

about me and that is not like me at all. I tied you in such a way that you could let

yourself free but to also let you know I could have completely taken you in any way that

I wanted. Instead, I'd like to see how far this goes. Believe me when I say you have no

idea of the things I could have done to you. Someday, when the trust is complete, I

may tell you of things that could make you hate me. We shall see what happens. In the

meantime, if you are still interested in me here is my home address. I hope to see you

there this afternoon at five and I will cook you a big dinner after which we'll make love

again. If you decide to come here I want you to come with an open mind and heart. If you

decide not to come I will understand and never contact you again. Thecia"

Of course I had to go. What moth could ever resist the flame? She had my curiosity going

with all of her mysterious talk of things she had done. I started to wonder if I had fallen

in with an axe murderer! Also, her name. Thecia. Or, put a different way The CIA. Was I

being too suspicious? Probably. Nevertheless, I went. Her home was not too modest and not

too flashy. Just the kind of home tastefully decorated that I would have expected from

her. She met me at the door with a big smile and kissed me on the lips as she invited me

in. I got the idea she'd only half expected me to show up.

Her friend was there too. The same one I had first seen her with in Eagle Pass whose name

was JIll, I found out. Evidently she was staying to dinner too. As the evening progressed

I became aware that Jill was flirting with me. Thecia didn't seem to notice, or if she did,

not to care. It made me uncomfortable, though. Not that she wasn't a beautiful woman, she

was. But I was there for Thecia alone and I was vaguely disappointed that Jill kept

hanging around. I remembered that Thecia had told me we'd make love again and wondered

what she was going to do to get rid of Jill. Or even if she was going to get rid of her.

After a lovely dinner of Trout Almondine I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

When I came out I found Jill waiting. I tried to go around her so she could

enter the bathroom but she kept getting in my way. She had a big grin on her face and

said that she was the "dessert". I chuckled nervously because I didn't want that kind of

dessert, I wanted Thecia. I excused myself and Jill went in the bathroom. I found Thecia

quickly and told her what had happened. She smiled and said that her and Jill shared

everything. I told her that was more than I wanted and I should probably leave.

To say Thecia was surprised would be a major understatement. She grabbed me in a tight

hug and said I had passed the second test. I was getting more than a little pissed at

this point. I don't like being "tested". She quickly explained that she'd seen so many

men who jumped at the chance to have Jill too, that she wanted to know what kind of man

I was. I told her I was there to see her and no one else.

Just then Jill came back in the room and Thecia told her what my reaction was. She got a

big smile on her face and said she was going home. At last! My anger evaporated quickly

once we were alone again. Our mouths found each other and how we got into her bedroom and

onto her sturdy four poster bed is still a mystery to me.

The days turned to weeks turned to months. We saw each other frequently. Every time I got

the chance I headed north. Her work frequently brought her through Eagle Pass. I just

assumed it had something to do with oil pipelines in Mexico. Little did I know my life was

about to change forever.

One night as we lay together in her home she decided she wanted to tell me something very

important. She was holding my balls in her hands as she frequently did. It felt comforting

to me when she did that. I liked having my balls in her hands. She said it was time for

me to know the complete truth about her. She said she trusted me as she had never trusted

another man and knew what she was about to say wouldn't send me away. I was more curious

than ever.

She told me she was a "cutter". I had no clue what she was talking about. She asked me if

I knew what that was and I just guessed it might have soomething to do with cutting

pipelines. She laughed and said I was more right than I knew. She told me she would get

paid to neuter animals. Male animals. Men. She got paid to castrate men! She said this

as she rolled my balls between her fingers.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. She asked me just to listen and then I

could ask questions when she got done. She said there were many men who wanted their

balls gone. I found this disturbing and hard to believe. I really liked mine! She also

said she had a friend named Dr. Pann who ran a sort of women's advocacy business. One of

the things they did was hunt down male sex offenders and permanently solve that problem.

That kind of castration didn't bother me.

She told me she really got off on cutting a man. Cutting a man's balls off made her feel

powerful. She said it was a feeling that was hard to describe. She said when we first met

in Eagle Pass she was just back from performing a mass cutting in which she had harvested

12 sets of balls. Some were gays, some were slaves from mistresses who wanted eunuchs.

She told me cutting off men's balls always made her hungry. I suddenly remembered how much

she had been enjoying her dinner that night.

She also told me she wanted mine. My heart skipped a beat, maybe two. A chill went through

my body and she must have felt it. She circled her fingers around the top of my ball sack

and told me how easy the procedure was and that there were many ways to do it. After all

this time I was suddenly very uneasy thinking she wanted to cut my balls off.

As it turned out she didn't want mine that way. She said she had taken almost 150 sets

of balls over the past seven or eight years. She wanted mine in a different way. She

wanted them for herself and herself only, but she wanted them attached to me. I started

to breathe a sigh of relief but then she asked me if I trusted her. I said I thought I did.

She then reminded me of the time she wanted to tie me up and how I wouldn't let her. As

it turns out, it's a good thing I didn't let her because at that time she wanted to cut

my balls off and add them to her collection. She said that was before she fell in love with

me. But now she wondered if I would trust her enough to allow her to tie me up. With me

knowing full well that she could easily cut off my balls. Did I trust her that much?

I told her yes, I did. She smiled at me and said she knew that I did. Immediately she let

go of me and got a bag from underneath her bed. She opened it and started to produce a very

odd assortment of items. One she said was a burdizo which could crush all of the connecting

items that held a mans balls to him within his ball sack. She showed me an elastrator

which could put a tight band of rubber around a mans ball sack and constrict the bloodflow

such that his balls would die in short order.

She showed me many other instruments most of them sharp and scary looking. She explained

the cleanest way was to slice down each side of a ball sack, pop the balls out into the

open, tie off the cords and then snip them off. I shuddered a little at the thought but

for some reason it also thrilled me in a strange way. To think of this woman I loved so

much castrating men was somehow a turnon.

The last thing she showed me was the same parachute cord from that first time she tried

to tie me up. She asked if I would let her tie me up now. Should I? Did I turst her that

much? I asked her again if she wanted to cut off my balls and she said she wouldn't. OK,

I decided to let her tie me up as a show of my complete trust in her.

She layed me back on her bed and slowly tied one of my wrists securely to a bed post. Then

she did the same with each ankle. Finally she took my last wrist and asked if I was ready.

I said I was. She tied it off. Now I was spread eagle on her bed, completely tied and

helpless. She took a ball gag out of her bag and fitted it into my mouth. "This is so you

can't talk anymore until I am finished with you." The last thing she did was blindfold me.

She then ran her hands all over my body. My cock was only semi-rigid partly because I had

been sated a few minutes before and partly because I was slightly afraid. She then said

something that chilled me to the bone: "Now Bob, you know I love you. You know I want your

balls to be mine and only mine. If you want to freely give me your balls then your body

will say so better than your words of denial ever could. I will know you want me to take

your balls if your cock gets completely hard. All you have to do is allow your manhood

to rise and it will tell me what I need to know."

There was absolutely nothing I could do. Almost immediately my cock became rock hard as

the blood rushed into it. Nothing I could do or think of could dampen it and it was

obvious my own body was betraying me! It must have been sticking up like a flagpole,

waving around like a banner.

Thecia just chuckled. "I knew it. I know you trust me and I know I said I wouldn't take

your balls, but I also never told you something else about me. I tend to lie when I want

to get a man in my power. Don't worry, I am going to get you off one last time. I do

promise it will be the best ever and just when you begin to spurt I will take your balls

to be mine forever."

I was straining like a wild man now. Thrashing about as only a man can when he knows he

is going to be castrated and there's nothing he can do about it. "Calm down, honey. I

promise it will be quick and you will recover completely. Now, I am going to explain

exactly what I am doing so you'll know every step of the way." I shook my head side to

side and tried to scream "NO!" but all that came out was muffled incoherant words.

"First I am going to band you with the elastrator. This will sting a bit." And it did!

As she popped the first band around the top of my balls I felt the beginnings of complete

agony. My balls were already starting to die. "Now I'm going to band you again just a

little lower so that there is a small patch of skin between the two bands. I will cut

between the two so that you don't bleed too much and the other band will hold your balls

within your sack. I will keep all of it as momentos of your willing sacrifice and symbol

of our complete trust and love."

The second band went on and if anything it hurt even more. But then a strange thing began.

My cock felt even bigger and more sensitive. Her tongue swirled around the head and I

bucked and snorted like a wild animal. Never had anything felt so good. "I am going to let

you cum one more time in my mouth. After the first spurt I will cut off your balls but you

will still cum. I will drink every drop you give me. I won't talk again until it is over."

What could I do? I was completely helpless and truthfully, the pain in my balls was

subsiding to the ecstacy I was feeling in my cock. I tried to stop myself from cumming,

thinking that if I never came she wouldn't cut. But it was no use. Her tounge and mouth

felt too good. I knew I was fighting a losing battle to keep my balls. Soon I felt the

hot cum begin to rise and got that feeling of being beyond the point of no return. I knew

it was soon and I knew she knew it too.

Suddenly I shot. My whole world exploded into her mouth and a I almost didn't care when

I felt the cold steel of her razor touch my skin between the two little bands. It happened

so fast I couldn't believe my balls were gone. There was hardly even any pain. I knew I

was no longer a man and the whole world went dark and cold with that awful thought.

I awoke slowly and I was still groggy and light headed. The ball gag was gone and my hands

and feet were untied. The pain from my groin instantly reminded me of what I had lost. I

couldn't bear to look down. Gingerly my hands came together to feel the space where my

balls used to be. I almost fainted again from the shock. They were still there!

Thecia came into the room from her ajoining bathroom with a huge grin on her face. "How

does it feel to be castrated?" I stammered and the look on my face must have been something

to behold. She laughed even harder. "Did you really not trust me enough to know I wouldn't

take your precious nuts? Tsk, tsk! You don't know how many times I have had a man in that

position and they didn't keep theirs. Only once before have a played at that and not

actually done it. Like I said, I want yours still attached to you. They bring me more

enjoyment hanging between your legs than they would sitting on my mantle."

Then I remmebered another thing. All those peanut butter jars full of round orbs. How could

I have been so dense? Those were human testicles! Trophies cut from men during her years

as a cutter. There must have been at least 50 jars I had seen stashed here and there around

her home. I wondered why I had never been curious about them before. I suppose I was so

concentrated on her it just never occured to me to ask. It all made sense now. I laughed

out loud as I remembered thinking early on that Thecia must love peanut butter to have so

many jars.

I got up from the bed. My head hurt and my balls also ached. That must have been from where

the elastrator bands had been. Other than the slight pain I seemed to be in fine shape.

The relief I felt at still having my balls had masked the growing anger at what she had

almost done to me. I decided to keep it inside for now. I didn't want her to know what I

was really feeling which was horror at what had almost happened. Our relationship had

completely changed but she didn't know it.

I smiled at her and took her into my arms. She purred and scratched my back and thought

that everything was fine. It took all of my will power to play as if nothing was changed.

I was even able to laugh it off and tell her I loved her. Even as I did, though, plans

were formulating in my head.

As I drove back south I got to wondering about legalities. When I checked on the net it

became clear that Texas law did not allow private ownership or possession of human remains

or organs. The exception to this was the ashes of departed loved ones. The legal penalty

for this felony seemed pretty harsh: five years in federal prison for each offense. I

remembered how many jars I had seen in her house.

I loved Thecia but what she was doing was wrong. Even if some misguided men asked to be

castrated it still did not make it right in the eyes of the law. I thought back to some of

the stories she told me about taking balls against the will of their owner. Mostly those

were from sex offenders or wife abusers and I could understand those. But some were from

powerful men who were cheating on their wives and other situations like that. Those were

the ones that bothered me. Who made Thecia the judge, jury and executioner? Other than

having the skills and tools required to castrate men, she was really no different than

any other citizen. Was it right to take the law into her own hands?

No. It wasn't. But what could I do about it? I placed a call to the FBI office based in

Houston. I was referred to Special Agent Pamela Morton. We talked a little and she asked

what she could help me with. I told her that I was involved with a woman who castrates men.

I thought she had hung up things got so quiet. Finally she asked me to continue and tell

her everything I knew. She asked if she could record the conversation. I said yes.

I recounted all that had happened from the first time I had met Thecia in Eagle Pass.

Agent Morton was mostly silent through all of this only breaking in every now and then

to ask about specifics. Finally she asked why I hadn't come forward more quickly with

this information and I told her about the previous weekend and the mock castration.

Agent Morton told me that they had been looking for this woman for some time but had been

unable to dig up any clues. They even had agents posted at Eagle Pass looking for women

who seemed out of place or who had just come over the border but had not been able to

see anyone yet. They were understaffed so she assumed it must be that the timing had not

yet matched. She told me her real name was not Thecia, but they didn't know what it truly

was. Even though she was detailed in her stories on eunuch.org she was also careful

to keep true details out of her stories that would reveal her true identity. What the FBI

did know was that her boast of castrating upwards of 50 men was not idle. They put the

actual number at more than 100.

Now that they knew where she lived they were going to stake out her place until they had

enough for a search warrant. Agent Morton said they would have a hard time making the

simple possession charges stick. A clever lawyer could get that all thrown out with a

variety of tricks. She said what they needed was proof and the best way was to actually

catch Thecia in the act. Since I was the only man she trusted, Agent Morton wondered if I

would be willing to help them trap Thecia. I told her I'd have to think about that and I'd

call her back tomorrow.

I had barely hung up the phone when it rang again and just about made me jump out of my

skin. It was Thecia and she asked who I had been on the phone with. Just an old army buddy

who wanted to know if there was any danger going into Mexico. She laughed and said not

if he has a sharp knife! I laughed with her and asked what was up. She said she would be

coming down to Eagle Pass on her way to Mexico to do a few procedures that had been

requested the following weekend. She was bringing Jill with her and they wanted to come

by my place afterwards to have some of my famous grilled steaks. She joked that she'd

"be very hungry, if you know what I mean." I knew exactly what she meant. I told her that

would be fine and what time should I expect her? She said around 3pm on Sunday would be

close. I told her I couldn't wait. She had to go shopping so hung up. I sat there for at

least an hour wondering what I should do.

The next day I called Agent Morton back and told her what had happened. She was very

excited to hear that things would be happening so quickly. She decided to call off the

stake out in Dallas for fear or tipping Thecia off that something might be wrong. If they

could catch her in the act, it would be all they would need to secure a search warrant

for her home and find the human testicles. She said she'd be headng up a team that would

come to Eagle Pass immediately. We arranged a meeting place and time for the next day.

Agent Morton was in a frustrated mood when she arrived for our clandestine meeting. They

had failed to secure entry into Mexico as official FBI business on such short notice.

They were going to have to catch Thecia on the U.S. side of the border. I was surprised

at how attractive Agent Morton was. Long dark hair and a body that a young man's

imagination would have dreamed up. But other than looks, her demeanor was all business.

I dismissed any thoughts of her and I in an embrace.

What she asked next took my breath away. Did I think there was any way I could get Thecia

to tie me up and play castrate me again? If they could catch her doing that then they'd

have enough to make their case and put her away for a very long time. I told her I probably

could, but that I was very nervous about that. What if she didn't just play around this

time? Agent Morton assured me they'd have everything monitored and would rush in and grab

her before she could do anything to me. They needed to set up spy cameras and sound at my

place and disappear before she showed up in a few days. I gave her the go ahead and we and

her crew went to my house. It took several hours and they showed me the remote setup before

they left. I have to say they were very thorough and I was feeling a little more

confident about the whole deal.

The next few days I was jumpy. Knowing there were cameras and microphones everywhere

recording my every move and sound didn't help. But the worst was thinking about what might

happen to Thecia. I truly did love her, but what she was doing was wrong. my Conscience

and heart were at constant war. Several times I thought to contact Agent Morton and call

the whole thing off. But I didn't.

Sunday finally arrived. Every time a car went by outside I jumped. This wasn't going to

work at all. Thecia would be immediately suspicious if I acted this way. I had to calm

myself down. I wondered if her and Jill had even made it down here. Sometimes her trips

to Mexico got cancelled at the last minute. The clock arrived at and passed 3. I began to

breathe a little easier thinking I wouldn't have to go through with it after all. At ten

minutes to 4 my doorbell rang. I gulped. I got hold of myself and put on my normal face.

I was surprised when I opened the door. Another woman besides Thecia and Jill was there.

Thecia intorduced her as Deb who was also a cutter but from up north somewhere. I smiled

and extended my hand. Everyone was famished and I started on the steaks immdiately.

Everyone was relaxed and having fun. Out at the grill Thecia came to talk to me alone. She

asked if it was ok to bring Deb and I said it was fine, but that I was hoping for some

alone time with her minus Deb and Jill. She laughed and said she'd just have them watch

TV in the den while we went to my room.

I told her that'd be great. Then I asked her if we could do another play scene like we

had done previously. She didn't seem surprised. "Does my little Bob want to be castrated

again?", she laughed. I told her it had been fun and that I now trusted her completely to

never hurt me. She got a strange look on her face for just an instant and then smiled and

told me she loved me.

The steaks were excellent but I had a hard time eating knowing what was soon to come.

Thecia finally persuaded the other women to watch TV while her and I had some alone time.

Knowing winks and smiles were on both their faces as they disappeared into the den. A

short time later I heard the TV go on.

Thecia told me to strip. I was having a hard time taking my clothes off and she became a

little exasperated. I knew there were hidden cameras everywhere and looking at one of

the monitors was a pretty, dark haired woman who was about to see me naked. Somehow I

managed to get my clothes off with Thecia's help. Soon I was again expertly tied to the

bed in the spread eagle position.

Thecia then left the room for a few minutes and soon came back with both Jill and Deb.

Jill giggled when she saw me and Deb just licked her lips. "My Bob wants to be castrated."

Thecia said with a smile. "Last time we were together I gave him a mock nutting and he

really liked it." She put the ball gag in my mouth. "This time he said he wants to go all

the way." I screamed and shook my head no. Jill giggled again. "What do you girls think?

He has very nice big balls. The first time I held them I knew I wanted them. But I told

him I'd rather have them attached to him. Now he is begging me to take them for my own.

What do you think I should do?"

Deb laughed and told Thecia to take them and be done with it. Jill asked if she could get

my last load. Thecia told her no, but that she could have my next to last load.

Immediatley Jill stripped and lowered herself onto my rigid cock. I couldn't believe what

was happening. Would the FBI rush in soon? But soon enough Jill's expert moves and model

body had me near orgasm. She bucked and came with surprising ferocity as I pumped hot cum

into her. She looked down at me and giggled yet again. Then she leaned down and kissed my

nose and whispered "soon" in my ear.

Thecia and Deb had been watching this whole time and I saw them rubbing themselves. Thecia

took my softening cock into her mouth and licked both my and Jill's juices from it. She

bathed the whole area in some chemical and then proceeded to shave my entire scrotum. She

gave me an injection in several parts of my balls and then put on some velvet gloves and

began a slow stroking of my cock. It came immediately back to life but I lost feeling in my

ball sack. "Now I'm going to slit each side of your sack and pop your balls out so you

can see them.", she said. Where was the FBI? Why weren't they stopping this?

Sure enough, her sharp scapel easily sliced through my ball skin on each side and she

popped my balls out one at a time. They looked very strange hanging outside their sack

by their cords. "Now we'll tie them off so you don't have a lot of bleeding when I cut

them off." She proceeded to do this too. "And now for the main event. I had decided I

would never mention castration again unless you brought it up. If you did bring it up on

your own I would assume this meant you really did want to be castrated after all. If that

happened I decided I would grant your true wishes. So now I am going to stroke you off

and into my mouth and I will drink every drop of your last essence. Then I will cut your

balls off and have them made into special ear rings that I will keep forever as momentos

of our time together. So now, my darling, come to me. Cum for me."

The stroking was driving me completely crazy. Somewhere back in the recesses of my mind I

wondered what had happened to the FBI. They needed to catch her "in the act"! I now

figured that meant they had to catch her actually castrating me. I groaned. I had lost.

Why had I ever agreed to this?

I lost track of time. I knew I was near. Thecia was looking at me intently. Suddenly my

two balls contracted, trying to draw back up into my body. Thecia pulled down on each one

and placed her mouth over my engorged cock. I erupted and screamed into the ball gag. My

bedroom exploded inward as FBI agents swarmed in from everywhere. Two grabbed Thecia's

arms and pinned them behind her. Two others dragged Jill and Deb from the room. Agent

Morton came in dressed in a dark windbreaker accompanied by what looked like a doctor in

a white smock. She carefully cut the ties that were around my ball cords, and then placed

them back into the sack where they belonged. She sewed up my scrotum while Agent Morton

removed the ball gag and released my wrists and ankles.

Ten minutes later I was on my feet and not feeling too bad. The doctor said I would be sore

for a week or so, but that no permanent damage should occur. Agent Morton helped me get

dressed. I mentioned that I was a little embarrassed at her seeing all that, but she

shrugged it off. She told me that they had everything on tape and more than enough to put

all three women behind bars for many years to come. I felt vaguely bad for Thecia. I still

loved her but realized she really was going to castrate me if the FBI hadn't stepped in

when they did.

I was a very lucky man.

Epilogue

Jill was sentenced to three years as an accessory to grave bodily harm with two years

suspended. She was out in six months on good behavior.

Deb was charged with seven counts of castration for her work in Mexico the day she was

apprehended, but since it happened in Mexico, the judge threw out the charge and she

walked away free that day with only time served.

When all was said and done, the FBI found 67 sets of human testicles in Thecia's home in

Dallas along with numerous instruments used for castration. Plea barganing reduced her

sentence so that all the felonies were served concurrently. She ended up serving three

years at the federal prison in Oklahoma with two years off for good behavior and an

additional year of probation.

Agent Morton and I got to know each other better when I moved to Houston. We had shared

an awful ordeal together and it bonded us for life. A year to the day after Thecia had

been arrested, Pamela Morton and I got married. We now have a beautiful 3 year old girl

and another on the way. Pam is still a special agent with the FBI but we moved away from

Texas when Thecia was released from prison.

I still wonder if Thecia longs for revenge. I hope I don't wake one day after having been

tazed and find myself tied hand and foot.

Respectfully submitted.