Thecia’s incest case

My name is Thecia, I’m a 31-year old "cutter." I’ve been a castratrix for almost seven years, and there have been good jobs, bad jobs and dangerous jobs, some even enjoyable.

I received an inquiry about a job through my friend and, "agent’ Digger. The man was a lawyer from an upscale neighborhood in NYC. He agreed to fly to Texas and meet me for an interview.

We met at Hank’s bar in McKinney TX. Digger was with me and we spoke for almost an hour.

The man, Mr. Fields, (I never got his first name.) wanted to be cut, but his reasons were interesting. It seems that he had been fucking his daughter since she was ten years old. She was now turning fifteen. He realized that he was wrong and could not do anything about it. In desperation, he turned to me. He just couldn’t stop and he had conditioned his daughter to believe that it was normal.

There is nothing that I hate more than rapists and child molesters. I wanted to cut his balls off right then and there. But, I would have to wait.

He was to meet me in Mexico on a Saturday, two weeks hence, he paid in full to Digger and the deal was settled.

Saturday morning I waited until noon and the man never arrived. Even though I was paid, I found no joy in the money.

I discussed it with my friend Dr. Pann, her advice was to track the bastard down and give him his money’s worth. Through her Woman’s support group she offered to help with my expenses, but couldn’t supply any help with people.
I have a friend who has a slave named G. I was to cut the slave years before, but, Linda, my friend, decided she liked his hard cock once in a while. Over the years G had become my friend also.

Linda and G offered to help. My friend Jill, who is my regular decoy, just started a new job and couldn’t come with us.

We arrived in the Big Apple on a Tuesday and Signed into a motel in New Jersey. Mr. Fields lived in an upscale neighborhood called Riverdale.

From my interview with him I learned that his daughter went to school, his 20-year son worked days, there was no Mrs. Fields and he worked from home. His wife had died many years ago.

After watching the house for a few days, we set on a plan. We knew that every morning around 10 AM, he went to a local coffee shop for a cup and a paper. Linda made sure that she walked in with him. She made reference to the headline in the newspaper to begin conversation. After the third day of no positive response from Mr. Fields we realized that Linda, at a young and ravishing 27 was too old for him. His thing was children.

Time for plan B, G, the slave, donned a FedEx jacket and walked up to the front door and knocked. When the door opened, G’s beefy arm came up with a jab that put Mr. Fields in the arms of morphus.

Linda and I slowly walked to the house and entered. With G’s help we carried him to the bedroom and trussed him to the big four poster bed. We put a paper bag over his head so he wouldn’t see any more of us. He didn’t know much about me except my face but he did know the location of Digger’s shop. Fields was out like a light.

G said to me, "I hear something" and began walking toward the next bedroom.

The door was not locked and we quietly opened the door….Fields 20-year-old son was balls deep in a young girl. Their moans were so loud that they didn’t hear us. G walked up behind them and with closed fist clouted the guy on the side of his head. He fell as if a bat had hit him. As he rolled off of the girl his large cock kept spurting thick rich ropes of cum into the open air. He had reached orgasm just as G. hit him. The girl (we later learned that it was Fields daughter.) was now attacking G. with all of her might. Carol (G's mistress) calmly hit her with a cell phone in her cupped hand. Silencing her.

We had stumbled on a house full of molesters. We tied the son to the frame of that bed and G. handcuffed the girl to a radiator, both now had paper bags over their heads.

G called the son a pervert and the girl said, "He’s not a pervert, that’s how family’s show love. "

We left them there with G, and Carol and I went back to the father’s room. He was fighting his bonds but to no avail. I quietly told him to stop struggling, when he continued I drove my closed fist into his pink ball sack. That stopped him. I quickly laid out my kit and without shaving his sack, I washed it in Betadine and made the first side slit. His grayish nut now saw the light of day for the first time. In a very few minutes his second ball was out, and both cords were tied off. Carol said that she wanted him to see what he would be missing. She went down on him. I told him, if he could last five minutes I would spare his balls. She was an excellent cocksucker but he had fear on his side. He lasted the five minutes and more. When the watch said six minutes and ten seconds his balls pulled up and his first pulse of orgasm hit. He came as much as his son had, it seemed like a gallon, although it was about a half ounce really. Carol kept the load in her mouth and spit it fully in his face. He laughed and said, "So much for your five minutes." As he said it his face turned to horror as I calmly hacked off both of his balls. I smiled at him and said, "I lied." I used an Exato knife in place of a pointed scalpel to push into his taint and slice through the nerves to his prostate, insuring that his cock would never get hard again…That many children were now safe.

The son (another name I just never got) was still on the bed, not fighting, but softly sobbing.

His big penis was soft now and laying over to one side, but still impressive. It was easily twice the size of his father’s now useless cock.

I told the boy that I would give him the same chance as I gave his father, last five minutes under Carol’s onslaught and his balls would live. He screamed, "not my balls, please, not my balls"

I washed his hairy nutsack in betadine and made the first cut. He tried to scream but Carol had stuffed a ball gag in his mouth. Even as I slit his sack open his big cock came to attention. There was even a pearl drop of pre-cum in his helmet’s little slit. I’ve cut so many sets of balls that I could do it blindfolded. His nuts were out and tied in the space of a very few minutes.

Carol began her magic, she could only get the head and an inch or so in her mouth. Despite just shooting off a huge load, he recovered at once. He wasn’t holding back but actually trying to fuck her mouth. He also made the five-minute time span. I said, OK, you win, I’m only going to cut one.. "No, no" he said, "I did as you asked." I thought for a moment and cut his right nut off. I held it in front of his face and said, "that’s one."

The pain and fear was evident on his face, but his cock still stood up. I asked him, "why shouldn’t I cut the second one." He stammered, "because it’s not bad to fuck young girls, they love it!"

I felt the rage raise up the back of my neck. Without thinking I grabbed his remaining ball and pulled as hard as I could. He screamed as I felt the various ducts and vessels tear from deep inside his body. Blood spurted like a fountain. I put direct pressure on the wound and slid my exacto knife into the same set of nerves, severing his ability to get a hard on forever.

G. unlocked the handcuffs on the daughter, I put her hand on the sheet that I was using for direct pressure to help stem the bleeding. I told her that if she let go he would die. We said that we would call 911 from outside and she should just hold the sheet until EMS arrives.

We left the house, Carol called 911 on her untraceable cell phone and tossed it in a sewer. We separately walked three blocks to the car and drove to Brooklyn. G. directed us to a great pizza parlor near Mill Basin. We ordered one small pie with sausage and onions, one small plain one and a calzone (I can’t spell it, I’m from Texas, remember.) We each had a Miller lite beer. Brooklyn pizza is the best in the world.

Carol and G. flew home that night and I flew out the next morning. That night I slept the sleep of the just. We had done a good thing. As usual I had to UPS the four balls home, as I couldn’t take them through airport security.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia