Thecia and Cut, Inc.

My name is Thecia and I’m a 31-year-old female "cutter."

For some time now I’ve been associated with a woman’s organization headed by Dr. Pann, a woman’s rights advocate.

I’ve only done a few revenge "cutting’s" for them. They have rewarded me very well and even helped on the few occasions when I have my own revenge causes.

Recently I was approached by Dr. Pann and she asked if I would like to join a covert organization, with revenge as it’s core. It would be called CUT, Inc. For "Cutting Unruly Testicles."

The team would include two cutters, myself a nd Marissa, my friend Jill who could lure any man anywhere, a cock biter, a ball buster, and a sub, who secretly wanted to crush balls. I’ve omitted the names of the last three because I didn’t ask their permission to use them. The Idea would be that we could call on any one of the members to assist with their specialty. All of this was to avenge the raped or abused woman.

The first call to arms was perhaps two weeks after forming the group. A young woman (Cindy) had met a guy at her local supermarket. She met him for coffee a couple of times and was finally secure enough to go out on a date with him. She wore a short black dress and no bra to show off her small perky breasts.

He picked her up in a new BMW and they went to a bar restaurant called "Smokey’s" in Baton Rouge LA. He dropped her off and told her the reservation was under Thorp and he would park the car and be right in. When she entered, she was a little taken aback by the interior. It was more a local bar that a restaurant. There were about eight men at the bar and no women at all. She felt very exposed and overdressed. She waited for about ten minutes and Bobbie never came in.

Cindy got up to leave and one of the men walked over to her, pushed her down and said "Surprise! It’s a gang shag lady….and you’re it." She tried to push past him but he pinned her arms and pushed her back onto the pool table. Two more men joined the group. They pulled her black dress over her head and tore her blue thong panties from her body. The bartender said that he had won the toss and he would go first. Two men held her as he tried to ram his big cock into her. She was just too tight and dry. He reached over the bar, dug his hand in the butter and rubbed on his cock and drove his greasy fingers into her pussy. This time his cock sank to the hilt. As his big balls slammed against her ass, another one of the men forced his cock in her mouth. Telling her that if she bit or if she didn’t blow him right, he would kill her. They took turns, one man even driving his cock into her virgin asshole. This went on for four hours, she was bleeding from her butt and what seemed like a gallon of cum was running out of her pussy. The large amount of cum that she had swallowed made her throw up. When she did, it was almost all white cum. The apparent ringleader "Jimbo" under the threat of death, made her lick up the thrown up cum. The eight men and the bartender each fucked at least two of her holes.

Cindy was covered in cum, it was in her hair, all over her body and running out of every orifice she had. The thick rich cum ran out of her pussy like a leaky faucet, out of her asshole and from around her mouth. Her perky tits were black and blue from the twisting.

One by one the men tired of their fun. One man said "I’m fucked out, I’m tired of this game." Then they gave her the black dress and pushed her out the back door. As they did Jimbo said, "If you tell anybody, we will all swear that you asked for it. They will believe nine men over one slut. We’ll tell them that we paid you…and they will arrest you for prostitution.

Ten minutes after Cindy left Bobbie came in and received his $200. 00 for luring Cindy into the bar. This was not the first time he was paid for this trick.

Terrified, Cindy stumbled out into the black alley. They had given her clasp handbag back to her, but without the money. In the bag she found a phone card and was able to call a cab.

The following day, she took the day off and confided to her best friend, Karen. Karen called the local chapter of the National Organization for Women. The woman there said that they couldn’t help, but she gave Karen the number to an unlisted cell phone. That was how Dr. Pann got involved.

We called on Jill to be the guinea pig (as usual) Dr. Pan would call on her contacts for muscle, and Marissa and I would do the brunt of the work. We also enlisted the ball biter to see if she could handle the real thing, more as a test than anything.

With Cindy’s description, Marissa, Jill and I haunted the supermarkets looking for Bobbie. We left Cindy and the ball biter to watch the bar. After five days we got a cell phone call from Cindy. Bobbie was in the bar. We formed a leap frog car thing to follow him and soon found where he lived. The next day Jill "bumped" into him in front of his apartment. "Hi, don’t I know you?" She said. He didn’t miss a beat and said, "of course, it’s been years." Jill went on to say that she remembered his face but not where she met him. Bobbie invited her to dinner the following day, a Friday. Of course Jill agreed.

That night the same BMW pulled up in front of the address Jill had given, she was outside waiting. She wore a simple dress that showed off her beautiful boobs.

He took her to the same bar, and true to routine, dropped her off while he "parked the car."

As she walked into the bar, a big black limo blocked the BMW. A huge Russian in a tux walked over to him and asked him where Houston Street was. Bobbie rolled down the window and the Russian’s ham sized fist grabbed his collar and dragged him out through the window like a rag doll.

After being seated and waiting, Jill got up to leave. Jimbo blocked her way, two other men went to lock the doors. Just before the bolts slipped into place, both doors slammed open and four very large Russian men wielding sub machine guns barged in. The bar patrons and bartender were ordered to the floor, ten of them this night. Marissa, the ball biter and I followed behind Dr. Pann's hired Russian muscle..

We handcuffed each man to the brass bar rail and gave the high sign to the Russians, who promptly led Bobbie in for the same treatment and then they left.

The men were thrashing and threatening. Their legs were free and they tried to kick us as we walked by. One actually did hit Jill, giving her a black and blue mark. I picked up a metal bar stool and with all my strength, slammed it into the mans leg, breaking the bone. That stopped the resistance, at least for the time being.

We tied each mans leg to the next man, it looked like a floor full of snow angels. The ball biter took a box cutter and cut each mans pants and underwear off. We told them that we were going to leave them naked, we didn’t mention that we were going to deball them. I didn’t want them to fight just yet.

Once all the men were secure, I pulled out my scalpel and flashed it before them. I said, "You guys hurt a very nice friend of mine, so now I’m going to cut your balls off." Jimbo said, "when I get out of this, you’re going to know what raped and beaten means." As I’ve said before in response to this kind of threat I replied, "Somehow I don’t think you’ll have the balls to do that." He snarled, his missing front tooth making him look all that more ominous. I picked the third man in the line at random and cut both sides of his sack open. He, of course, screamed. I popped his nuts out and left them hang there. Marissa started on the other end of the line of men and did the same. I told her to leave Jimbo and Bobbie alone, we had other plans for them. I had twelve jars of formaldehyde ready (I didn’t know how many men would be there.) When we had 14 balls exposed, the four of us as we had planed, began to "drain" each man. I told them that this wasn’t done to be nice, but to let them know what they would never feel again. I said, "Oh, by the way, when you cum we’re going to nut you." Try as they might to hold off each one shot his load under our urging. When men think that they are to be cut, for some reason, they shoot loads bigger than they ever had before. There was cum everywhere. The floor was soaked with it. The ball biter was working on Jimbo, when his big cock started to spew, she bent under the streams to bite his right ball and we all saw it pop. She chewed it until it seemed there was nothing there. We didn’t use gags on the men, so the screaming was extreme. No one would hear in this industrial section of town. She bit down on his remaining ball and seemed to go nuts (no pun intended.) She actually ripped his scrotum off. She shook it in her mouth like a cat with a dead rat, all the time she was snarling like a possessed animal. She even scared me. Jimbo finally passed out. Marissa went to sew him up. We wanted to nut him, not kill him.

Jill went to Bobbie and said, "She’s got her sights on you next." Bobbie passed out without anyone touching him.

Marissa and I went down the line, clamping off each ball cord and duct. When they were all tied we went in a production line method and snipped one after another, Like so many ripe plums. Jill followed, picking up the severed balls and placing them into the Peanut butter jars.

Bobbie was the only one left who was still a man. I looked him in the eye and told him that he was the worst of all. I looked at ////// , the ball biter and nodded. She looked like a crazed lunatic. Blood was all over her face and a piece of Jimbo’s sack still hung from her chin. Bobbie screamed NO! as she approached. He pulled against his bonds, but still she came on. I never saw anything like it. When she got her hand around his sack above his balls she stuffed the orbs into her mouth (they wouldn’t fit, she had to force them) and chomped. He screamed again and his sack burst, spewing ball guts out of the corners of her mouth. Again and again she chewed, until there was nothing but a bloody pulp left. We gently held her shoulders and said "It’s over, you can stop now. When we let go, she dived back onto him and bit his now limp cock. We tried to get her off, but when we did Bobbie’s cock came with her. Dangling in her mouth, again like a cat with a mouse. Marissa and I sewed Bobbie up, but //////, ate his cock, skin, helmet head, root and all. We watched in awe as she chewed and swallowed every bit.

We replaced our handcuffs with clothesline (Smith & Wesson handcuffs are expensive) and left the men tied there. We washed up in the bar bathroom. All four of us climbed into the waiting limo and were whisked to the New Orleans Airport. Our flight wasn’t until 8 am so we went to a pancake house and had delicious western omelets, Pancakes and coffee. Ball cutting always gives me an appetite. The seven sets of balls were packed in a suitcase to be checked luggage (we had flushed the remains of the chewed balls.) I check them because it’s hard to explain to an airport screener what the jars contain.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia