My name is Thecia and I’m a 31 year old female cutter. There are over a hundred men walking around without balls directly because of me.

My Aunt Julia lives in the small town of DePere WI. She called me with a tale of woe about her daughter, Andi. It seems that Andi (17 yr-old) had run away to New York to make her fortune. Julia knew that I often worked in the area and she asked if I would follow up with the police on the case.

I have a good friend who is a NYPD Detective and I asked him for help. He told me that there are men who stake out the port authority bus terminal, just waiting for young runaways to victimize. I had seen this phenomenon before and was aware of it.

I donned a bag lady outfit and made myself up to look dirty and unkempt so I could do some surveillance. I spent three evenings in the bus terminal just watching. I saw several of these men enticing young girls, but none having any luck. I also saw a church group approaching every young woman, but not the young men. It seemed strange to me.

On the forth day, I received a call from Julia telling me that she had heard from Andi. Andi called her mother and said not to worry she had found god.

That peaked my interest in the “Bible thumpers” in the station. After watching them closely for a few days, I changed into my best clean dressy traveling outfit and approached one of them. I’m 31 years old, so I could hardly look like a teenage runaway, but I did attempt to look like a wide eyed innocent. The man that I met called himself “Brother James” and seemed nice. I asked him what they did and he said that the offered a family to those who didn’t have one. Would I like to see more? I told him that I would.

They drove me and a young girl to their headquarters on 55th St. in Manhattan. There were offices, rec rooms, dorm rooms and a meeting hall. The operation looked to be on the up and up.

Only when I got to talk to the regular woman and girls there did I get suspicious. I noticed that they were all glassy eyed as if on drugs. There was a small cafeteria, iced tea, lemonade and soft drinks were there for free.

Suspecting the soft drinks were the source of the drugs, I was careful to only drink water from the sink in the bathroom.

I was shown to a small dorm room, containing only a cot and a small dresser. A man who called himself “Brother George” knocked and said he was to welcome me to the family and have a chat. When he left I heard the unmistakable click of the door locking. I tried the door and found it to be so.

Using two paper clips I was able to pick the lock and roam the halls. That’s when I found out what they were up to.

I saw a man enter a room and close the door behind him. I listened carefully and heard him tell the underage girl there that he was here to hold her as a brother should. I peeked through the crack in the unlocked door only to see the man holding her legs up and his rather large balls slamming on her upturned ass, his big cock slamming into and out of her blonde pussy. At first I thought this was one bad apple in the groop, but I soon learned that almost every door had a “brother” behind it raping a young girl. I was afraid a little and felt the warming comfort of my little colt .25 automatic pistol in the small of my back.

I made my way to the cafeteria and found a sharp fish filleting knife and a rolling pin.

When I got back to the room I saw the same “Brother” cumming into the mouth of the young girl. Before his third spurt shot out I hit him square in the head with the rolling pin.

Almost before he hit the floor I had his two big balls in my hand with his sack pulled to the limit. The sharp fillet knife went through sack and cords with one swipe. His balls were free in my hands. As I dropped them they rolled down the side of the bed and then rolled out of their sack. I left him on the floor bleeding and the poor naked girl was sobbing in terror.

Without waiting, I went to the next occupied room. Again a trusted “brother” was balls deep in a young girl’s ass. He looked up just as my rolling pin hit him. The knife sliced through another set and another “brother” was now an “it.”

In the third room the man was laying back with his now spent dick softening. The young girl had drops of thick rich cum running down her chin and throat. He looked right at me as I hit him. He didn’t go out, but he was groggy. I just grabbed his junk and sliced through the whole thing. He doubled over in pain and just lay there sobbing, his sack found the floor as did the others.

All in all that night I harvested 44 nuts from 22 of the cult’s “Brothers.”

My final endeavor was a trip to the master’s room. The “Father” of the cult. A man called simply “Him.” He was on top of and fucking one of the drugged and enslaved young girls while a second girl was mouthing his big nuts. He didn’t notice me, so I motioned the second girl away and began licking and sucking his balls. When I felt him start to cum in the poor girl, I sliced his nuts off with all of my strength. They fell to the bed in a pool of their own blood.

Even for me the carnage was awful. In almost every room a “monk” lay bleeding with his baby makers laying dead nearby.

There were only two rooms left. One was empty but the scene in the second one took me back. There, Rump raised in the air and receiving a hard cock in her tender asshole was my cousin Andi. The man never saw me and the pin did its job. I tied him to the bed with sheets and splashed water on him to bring him to. I found a heavy book on the stand and placed his loaded balls on it. I grabbed his nuts and tried to pop them in my hands, I just wasn’t strong enough. He screamed but his gonads remained intact. He was not so lucky when the marble rolling pin came down on them. One popped with the first shot, the second took three heavy hits, but it too succumbed. I cut the smashed ball meat off along with his ruined sack and took Andi by the hand, dressed her and got her out of there.

Andi is back in WI with her mother. I don’t know what happened to the other girls. The cult was abandoned, I guess nobody had the “balls” to run it anymore.

On my way back to NJ I stopped at a restaurant in the Woodbridge Mall for a snack. Deballing always makes me hungry. I had an iced tea and a Ruben Wrap. The pickle was worth the trip.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia