Thecia’s camping trip

My name is Thecia. I’m a 30-year-old "cutter."

A friend of a friend came to me with a story. It seems that this woman, her name was Donna, had been camping on a small lake just south of Coffeeville Al. Donna and her boyfriend were camping on the west shore of the small lake, Ironically called Bates Lake, but no relation to the famous Bates Motel. It was a Saturday night and they could hear whoopin’ and hollorin’ from the fish camp and cabins around the lake.

Later, as they were falling off to sleep they heard rustling in the woods. Her boyfriend got up to investigate and was hit with a large branch as he exited the tent. Two very large "red neck" types pulled Donna from the tent. There were five of them in all. They tore off her sleeping clothes and gang raped her for the next three or four hours. When she resisted she was beaten. She was forced to suck each one off and she was brutally fucked by each at least once, with some of them twice. A forced cock tore Donna’s asshole. Her boyfriend awoke and tried to intervene, he was kicked in the balls and severely beaten for his trouble.

They were both left for dead. In the morning Donna was able to half crawl to the main road and find a farmhouse. The older couple there took her in and called the police. They were taken by ambulance to the local hospital. The rapists were never found.

I called my friend, Dr. Pann. An important woman in a large woman’s rights group. She had recruited me to right a couple of wrongs in the past. I felt it was time to return the favor. Somehow I had become their avenging cutter.

She was glad to help. My friend Jill and I went to Coffeeville and the local fish camp. We went in to buy supplies and sunscreen for our night of camping with our (pretend) boyfriends. We both had on halters and short shorts. I thought that I looked hot, but Jill’s enhanced boobs took the limelight as they always did. We saw the older clerk and the hangers on gaze at Jill’s chest. We let it be known that we would be camping on the west shore of Bates Lake that Friday night. I could almost see one of the "locals" licking his chops. I was sure that we had hit pay dirt.

We pitched our tent and generally set up our little camp. Before dusk we both took a skinny dipping bath/swim in the lake. We were far enough away that the people on the other side couldn’t see us well, but could tell that we were naked.

That night was an anti-climax. We laid there, not able to sleep, but nothing happened. In the morning we emerged from our tent into brilliant sunshine. Jill had to get back to her job in Texas, but I wanted to stay one more night. One of Dr. Pann’s people drove her to the Mobile Airport and I was alone with my vigil.

The following night (Saturday) I repeated my routine. Taking a swim in the raw. I don’t have Jill’s body but I do keep in shape and my boobs, while not nearly as big as hers, are firm and perky.

Again, I near slept, listening to every sound in the forest. I could hear loud boisterous noises from the other side of the lake, but none nearby.

Around midnight, the parting had quieted down, I heard some nondescript noises from the treeline. I left the tent and said, "Roy, is that you?" Roy was the name of my imagined boyfriend. A muffled voice answered "um." My quarry had arrived. The voice then said, "y’all some nice piece a ass." I recognized the local accent and I knew that they were here.

Before I could react, the man grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to him. In the same instant my shirt was torn from my back. I could feel the cold night air on my nipples. In another second, a second and third man emerged from the brush. My Levi shorts were torn from my body. Except for my hiking shoes, I was completely naked. "You’re gonna suck my cock" the first, and so far only, man to speak said. He dragged me to my knees by my hair as he fumbled with his belt buckle. His cock jumped out at me, already hard. He forced my head closer and said "suck it, or I’ll kill you". I took the head into my mouth when I heard the unmistakable Russian of Dr. Penn’s muscle guys. "Let her go". The rapist and his friends turned to see three very big Russian guys with their very big Uzi machine pistols. The ruffian’s dick deflated as though someone had opened a valve.

The five men were forced to lie on the ground and each was tied to the next with a heavy plastic wire tie. The man on each end was wire tied to a stake. Their legs were then wire tied in the same way. While this was going on, I donned an extra set of Levi shorts and a tee shirt.

The Russian thugs were gone as quickly as they arrived. The five men were on the ground, wondering what had just happened to them.

I retrieved my kit and went to work. I sliced the pants and underwear off of each man, except the two who didn’t believe in underwear, exposing they’re "equipment". As usual when I get near to "cutting" my nipples got hard and my pussy got a little damp. I decided to "do" the ringleader last. I went to the youngest and said "you like raping?" His answer was "What’s it to ya, Cunt!" He had no idea about his very near future. I told him that it annoys me a little and I might do something about it. As he was the youngest I didn’t want to hurt him, just remove him from the gene pool. I sliced each side of his average sized scrotum. Popped his little balls out, tied them and without fanfare sliced them from his body.

Now the fun. I held the pair like teabags from the cords and put them in the face of each of the other rapists. The boy just laid there and sobbed. I almost felt sorry for him.. Almost.

The second, third and forth ones would have a different method. I used my elastrator on each. I fed their balls, one set at a time into the opened jaws of the machine. When the tight rubberband was released their balls turned a bright red. I knew that they would soon turn purple. So far this was just a terror thing for them. I had not decided on their final fate.

The ringleader was to suffer a different fate. I placed a small piece of plywood under his ass and balls. I put a half of a steel drain pipe over each leg, near his balls. I didn’t want to accidentally cut any leg arteries. When I was ready I retrieved my camping axe. It had been honed to a razor edge. Using nylon string, I tied his balls to a foot stake, pulling them to their full length. I slowly brought my hatchet down and just touched his sac. He fought so hard that his wrists started to bleed from his restraints. With out further ado, I brought the hatchet down with all my might. I was not practiced at this and the blade came down right in the center of his balls. Cleanly cutting them in half. Messy, the plywood was a gooey mess. I brought the tool down a second time and it was done. I couldn’t save that set for my collection.

I had to ball gag the other three as they had begun to scream. I took my t-shirt off and displayed my perky boobs. I said "you like?" and I smiled.

I slit the sides of each man’s sack with out the benefit of a "local" needle. I also sliced the rubber band. I then popped each ball out into the open air. Six cute little orbs all hanging in a row.

The first had the biggest dick and the biggest balls, so I thought I’d start with him. I used my velvet glove, he got hard at once. It was a very nice cock, so I decided to go him one better to let him know what he would be missing from now on. I slipped my lips down the length of his ample cock. It only took a minute or two and I felt him tense. When he came, I carefully swallowed every drop. Then I sliced his balls off. They went into the next peanut butte jar in the row.

The next guy in line was now more terrorized with the knowledge of what was to come. I took his gag out and told him that if he screamed, I would kill him. He pleaded for his balls, then he cried, lastly he threatened. "I’m gonna rip your tits off" "I’m gonna rip your cunt inside out" "you’re a dead woman". He shouldn’t have said those things, because he pissed me off, and you shouldn’t piss of the woman who has your balls in her hand. I used my velvet glove on his still hard cock. I told him "Don’t threaten things that you won’t have the balls to do." When the cum started to spurt, I pointed his cock up and he shot all over his own chest. At that point I said to him "you did piss me off" and I methodically ripped each ball from his body. I forgot that he no longer had a gag and I worried that his scream might bring someone, but it didn’t.

The last man with an intact set was trying to talk through his gag. I took the gag off and he said, "Please, I didn’t do any of it!" "I just came to see what was going on." I told him "what is going on is a gang castration, and right now you’re it." I forced the gag back in his mouth as I didn’t want anymore screams. I used my velvet glove, but it took a very long time for him to get hard. So, back to the mouth method. I used every trick that I knew to get him off. I licked around his helmet, I licked the bottom of his shaft, I pressed on his prostate. Finally he tensed, great gobs of cum began to pulse from his now rock hard cock. I again swallowed every drop…then I calmly ripped his balls off.

I had put soldering irons on my Coleman stove and now went around tomy "clients" to sear the wounds. The charing flesh smelled up the woods but the bleeding stopped. After all I wanted to nut them not kill them. I left them there. I tossed the mashed set of balls into the lake as fish food. The other eight nuts were in peanut butter jars in my pack.

I packed up my tent and gear. And back packed out of the area. At the crossroad about a quarter mile from the lake, Dr. Pann picked me up in a stretch limo. She handed me a check for $5000.00 and said "I know you did this on your own, but it’s the kind of thing the organization is in existence for, so please take the check.

I never heard another word about the five eunuchs that I left in the Alabama woods, and I guess I never will. Although, I still have the trophies.

Dr. Pann and I had lunch at the airport. I went back to my day job on Monday morning.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia.