Thecia’s Networking.

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old female "cutter." I’ve been doing this for a little over six years and I’m very good at it.

For those who have asked, my name is pronounced "Thee" like theology and "sha" like "Sha Na Na."

I usually don’t keep in contact with man that I have cut. However one gay man, a guy named Monroe, that I had cut over two years ago found me through my friend "Digger." It seems that he works as an aide for a congressman, one of the youngest congressmen in the country.

He often drove the congressman’s wife to and from political functions and had become her confidant. The wife, Theda, was in trouble and he felt that I could help.

He found Digger who in turn asked me to meet with her.

She was quite striking, about five foot six, 115 pounds, long blonde hair, a model’s face and maybe a 34-C bra size.

This is her story as I remember her telling it to me.

"One night while attending a reelection function with my husband I drank a little too much wine. My regular driver was taking my husband to the airport for the next leg of his campaign, so I went home in a cab. The cabby, a nice black man, offered to stop at a "Starbucks" and get me a coffee. He returned with two steaming cups and we continued to my home. We pulled up to the back door as I had instructed him to do. The cabby, he called himself Tom, opened the car door for me and I found myself reeling and unstable. I decided that I must have consumed more wine than I thought. Tom helped me to up the steps and as I unlocked the door and disabled the alarm, I felt myself falling. That’s the last thing that I remember.

When I awoke the following morning I was naked and sprawled on my bed. There was dried cum on my hair, my chin and there was cum still leaking from my pussy. As the fog cleared in my brain, I realized that the coffee must have been drugged. I had been raped and my husband was away.

My first instinct was to take a shower. Not thinking that I was about to erase the evidence. After the shower, I walked to the phone to call the police but stopped abruptly. There on the table next to the phone was a picture of me, eyes open, with a big, coal black dick in my mouth and white cum leaking down my cheeks. Under that photo was another with the same cock deep inside me and I had a smile on my face.

My mind raced, if these pictures ever got out it would spell the end of my husband’s career not to mention my marriage. I burned the photos in the fireplace.

I resolved to accept the fact that I had been raped and to never tell anyone. I saw this as the only way to save my life as I know it. I took ten showers that day.

Two days later I received a phone call from the cabby He began with, "did you like the pictures?" I told him to leave me alone or I would call the police. He simply laughed as he told me that there were many more pictures but he would give them to me, he said he was sorry. He offered to come to the side door and leave them there for me.

He showed up about fifteen minutes later with an envelope in his hand. I went to the side door and spoke to him through the chained door. With one kick the chain was torn from the door jam. He held me by the throat and told me that I was his "Bitch" and if I didn’t "take care" of him the photos would be given to the papers and on the Internet by tomorrow.

I know it was a stupid thing to do, but terror filled my heart, He stopped just inside the door, in the mud room, and ordered me to pull his dick out. Without even thinking I unzipped his fly and almost with a mind of it’s own, his huge cock flopped out. He slapped me on the back of my head and said, "suck it, bitch." I found myself sucking it as though I liked it. At this point, I just wanted to get him off and get him out of there. I could only get the head and an inch or two of it in my mouth. I felt his cock begin to throb and I tasted a drop of his cum, That’s when he drove it to the back of my throat and most of his load shot right down my throat, choking me. I thought he would never stop cumming. When he pulled his softening dick out of my mouth, he commanded me to "put it away." I put it back in his pants and zipped him up.

The following day Tom called before noon. He told me that he would be at my door to pick me up at eight PM. He told me to wear a black mini skirt and no underwear. With the threat of the pictures, I reluctantly agreed. His cab pulled up right on time.

We drove to a rundown house on the south side of town. Once in the house, I again found myself face to tip of that long pole. I didn’t have a choice. I began to suck his cock for the second time in my life.

He was taking so long to cum that I squeezed his huge balls, that got him going. Just as the last time, a huge load of thick cum surged into my mouth, more than I could swallow. I saw that his cock was getting flaccid and asked if I could go home now. He said that we were just getting started.

He instructed me to lay on the bed and pull my skirt up; when I did he gasped and said, "God, a blonde pussy." As he said it his dick began to rise again. He had me get on all fours and display my ass and pussy. I felt his tongue part my inner lips and enter me. He licked and teased until, despite myself, I came. Then I felt the head of that monster dick begin to push into me. I felt the entrance stretch further than it ever had before. Just when I thought I was going to split wide open, I felt it slip in. He drove it until it hit something deep inside me and gave me terrible pain. He didn’t seem to care, he just pumped it deeper. I hated it but again my body betrayed me and I came, then I came again. After what seemed like forever he came. I could feel the hot cum shoot inside me. There seemed to be as much as before. When he finally pulled out, a large volume of thick cum flowed out from deep within my bruised pussy.

There was a quiet rap on the door and Tom said, "that’s Wallace." Tom opened the door and a slightly older black man stood there. Tom said, "Here’s that white leg I promised you." Wallace mumbled something about how fine my ass was and thanked Tom for lubing me up for him. He said that he had no problem with "sloppy seconds.)  Without fanfare, he walked over to me, pulled his cock out (every bit as big as Tom’s, maybe bigger) flipped me over and rammed it in me. He didn’t last a minute, his cum flowed like a pulsing river as he added it to the remains of Tom’s load. He brought his half-hard cock to my face and said, "Clean it bitch." I turned my face away from him and Tom slapped me hard on the top of my head. I knew I was beaten and opened my mouth for him. His dick soon got hard again and within a few minutes it was spewing a second ample load into my mouth. Surely this was over, both men had cum twice, my husband almost never got a second load out. I lay there exhausted, my mouth and pussy both sore. I felt Tom spread the cheeks of my butt. He said," look at that pretty pink asshole."

I begged for him to leave my butt alone, I even offered to blow him again instead. He laughed as he took a tube of K Y jelly from the bed stand and roughly fingered it into my butt hole. He spread it over his now hard dick and without another word put it against my virgin ass and pushed. The pain was tremendous, I thought I was going to pass out. Finally that whole, rolling pin-sized dick was buried in my ass. It still hurt like hell, but, I’m ashamed to say, it aroused me. I came just when he did, even as I was cumming it hurt when his dick throbbed but I came none the less.

That gangbang scene repeated itself three more times. When my husband was in town, I didn’t hear a peep from Tom, but when he went away there was always that phone call.

One day I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I told my driver, Monroe, about it. Monroe is gay and has become a good friend. He said that he might be able to help."

That is the end of theda’s part of the story.

That’s how Theda found me. She explained that each time she went there, Tom would take his turn with her and a short time later Wallace would arrive and it would turn into a gangbang. I planed accordingly.

As Theda lives a long way from Dallas I took a motel room near her home and waited. The next time Tom called, I was ready. I parked near the house. Theda told Tom that she had a friend, a campaign worker, who had a fantasy about fucking a black man and she wanted to call her. Tom jumped at the idea. Theda called my cell phone and pretended to set it up. She was forced to endure one more forced blowjob and swallow a full load of Tom’s cum before I got there. He was about to fuck her as I knocked on the door. When I walked into the room he said, "gawd, another hot one." He turned to say something to Theda when my 50,000-volt tazer put him on the floor. He never knew what hit him. By the time he came around we had him tied to the bedposts with nylon rope. He began cursing us, but each time he screamed, Theda hit him across the face with a hard covered book. I retrieved a ball gag from my kit and silenced him.

The quiet rap came at the door right on time. I stood behind the door as Wallace walked in. He looked at Tom tied to the bed and a look of bewilderment grew on his face. He began to turn just at the twin needles of my tazer hit him. We left him on the floor and tied him to whatever was available, a radiator, a bed leg and two door hinges.

I used my scissors to cut their clothes off (I didn’t want to dull a scalpel) and I quietly asked Tom where the pictures were. I loosened the ball gag and his reply was, "Fuck you cunt." With my scalpel touching Wallace’s nut sack.. I asked Tom if he was going to make me cut his friends balls off. I pulled the ball gag away for him to answer, but he spit at me. I calmly wiped it off. Wallace was wide-eyed in fear. I put a pillow on the floor and knelt beside Wallace. Without benefit of any painkiller, I slit both sides of his sack. He was screaming now but a quick kick from Theda made him quiet down a little. Tom had fear in his eyes now. I carefully tied off the ducts and blood vessels on the right ball, pulled it away from his body and snipped it off. Wallace passed out and Tom turned his head away. I began to tie off his right ball when he woke. Wallace somehow managed to pull a hinge right off of the door. His right hand, with the rope still attached came up from the floor and hit me just above my ear. Although stunned, I had the presence of mind to fight back. With all of my strength I ripped the ball that I was working on right from his body. The cords pulled out from his now ruined groin and blood was everywhere. Again Wallace passed out.
Now Tom was ready to say anything to stop from getting the same treatment.

I removed his gag, his arrogance was gone. He said the pictures were upstairs in a shoebox in a closet. I sent Theda to look and I tended to the bleeding from the ripped ball wound on Wallace. I couldn’t stop all the bleeding, Wallace would need a hospital.

Theda returned with about twenty pictures of her in different positions with Tom. I grabbed Tom’s sack, pulled it away from his body and started a small slice on the right side. He said that he had told us everything and that we should leave him be. I asked him where the negatives were and he proclaimed that they were all Polaroid’s and there were no negatives. I did another little slice on the other side of his nutsack. He screamed, "that’s all of them, I swear."

His limp cock was up against his stomach, I put on my velvet glove and began to work it. I told him that I hadn’t decided if I was going to slice his nuts off or not. He got hard at once.
I asked Theda if she would like to get him off, so he would know what he would never feel again. She jumped at the chance. She began to stroke him with her hand, then she looked at me and said, "I want this to be great, something that he’ll never forget" and began to suck him off. While she was doing this I fully opened each side of his sack and pulled his balls out into the open air. They were as big as large hen eggs. When his balls tried to tighten up and he began to cum, she pointed his huge cock up and the first two streams hit him full in the face. Before the third pulse I pulled his bare nuts away from his body and hacked them off. It’s not often that you see thick rich cum spouting from a eunuch.

I went into my kit and found a pointed scalpel. Doing the little trick that I save for rapists, I drove the point into his taint and severed the nerves to his prostate, and I did the same slice to Wallace. There were two huge cocks that will never rape anyone again.

I told Tom that if Theda ever heard from either of them again, I would sever his head as I had severed his balls. He believed me.

I put the four balls into three peanut butter jars. (both of Tom's wouldn't fit in one jar.)

I called 911 and left the phone off of the hook. The police would come and Wallace would get to a hospital. I didn’t want him to die.

I drove Theda to her home. She paid me the agreed fee and I began the drive back to Dallas.

I called my friend Jill and met her at Hank’s for lunch. She had a hamburger and I had a grilled chicken Caesar salad. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia