Thecia's Violent Side

Thecia’s violent side

My name is Thecia. I’m a 30 year old, female cutter. I’ve been into this avocation for about six years and I’ve "cut" about 70 sets. I’m good at what I do and I’m proud of the fact that I almost never deliver pain.

That being said, I have done the pain thing at least this once.

I do my convenience shopping at a small store about a half-mile from my house. Almost every time I go in there I am waited on by a woman named Karin. She’s about 40, very pleasant and in pretty good shape.

One Friday, on my way home from work, I stopped in the shop and was told that Karin was attacked the night before and was in the hospital. She had been beaten, sodomized and raped. After they raped her and sodomized her with broom sticks the drove a sink sprayer into her to wash out their DNA. They stole the security cameras and VCR from the store.

I liked Karin a lot, so I went to the hospital to visit her. On the second visit she broke down and told me that she knew the attackers but that they would kill her and her child if she talked. I finally got her to tell me who they were.

As it turned out these two had been picked up by the police for questioning in the case. They had two friends that swore that they were in a poker game about ten miles away. The police released them.

The men were David Bolt and Kevin Raines (made up names for this story) two local bullies and ne’er-do wells. They lived in another town but hung around in the pool hall here.

I began to plan revenge on these two. I knew a couple of powerful women in the woman’s movement. Both with money and connections. Both were happy to help.

Through my friend Digger, I recruited a New York hooker to use as bait. She was not only very expensive but her airfare was too. On such short notice the ticket was over a thousand dollars. We couldn’t use anyone from the Dallas area as they might be recognized. This woman knew her business and we told her that we just wanted them drugged. We didn’t tell her why.

She caught up with the two men in the bar next to and attached to the pool hall. They were a little drunk and as men will be in that situation, dumb. Thinking with their "little heads" as they say. She had a drink with them and let it be known that she had always wanted to have two guys at once. It wasn’t ten minutes after that; their car left the parking lot for the local motel. The Hooker, whose name was Marilyn, was good at her job. She had them drinking Diggers drug spiked booze almost at once. Within thirty minutes of that they were on the bed in a drug-induced stupor.

She let me into the room and she got into Diggers car for the trip back to DFW and on to NY. I wasted no time, using my parachute cord I tied each securely the metal rails of the separate beds.

I wore a simple black dress, an extreme push up bra, a brassy blonde wig and very high "fuck me" heels. I put on a surgical mask, more as a disguise than a tool.

From my bag of tricks I pulled out a bottle of ammonia to revive them. It did wake them but they were still in a stupor. With my scalpel I sliced off all of their clothes. First their jeans then their T-shirts, their underwear and finally their shoes. They looked like the losers from "cops", just as vicious as you can imagine. When they started to come out of it, they were full of threats. "You fucking cunt, you’re gonna die." "I’m gonna slice your tits off." David was fighting so hard that I began to worry about the strength of the nylon cord. His wrist and ankles began to bleed. I open hand slapped him across the face and that seemed to let him know that he was helpless. He continued with the threats though.

Now it was my turn. I smiled as I looked at him (David, Kevin was still almost out of it) and I said, "This is for Karin." With that I gave him the tiniest finger snap on one of his balls. I took the time to check out their balls. David’s were kinda small and attached to a pretty standard cock. Kevin’s were another story, His cock was a little larger than normal but his balls were massive. Near the biggest I’d ever seen.

My plan was to deal them a little abuse and use my scalpel to relieve them of their burdens. As I’ve said I don’t like pain, I don’t like to give it or receive it. For Karin I would make an exception.

I had ten acupuncture needles in my case. Each found a home cris crossed through the two thug’s balls. It wasn’t much, as it didn’t seem to hurt them at all. I had two, two hundred-foot hanks of parachute cord. I had learned how to tie a hangman’s noose just for this occasion. I placed each set into a noose and pulled. When they got to the end of their restraints the both screamed. Now I had something. With each pull I reminded them that "this is for Karin." At first they denied that they were the ones. I just pulled harder and said, "it gets harder every time, until you tell the truth." Even though we were far from the nearest occupied room their screams were getting out of hand. I retrieved the two ball gags that I had brought for this evening and managed to muffle both of them.

To my surprise, both men had raging hard-ons. I pulled a needle from each of them and without ceremony, drove it through their cock shafts, just below their helmets. That brought forth the pain that I was looking for and I again reminded them that this was for Karin. I did everything that I could to them to hurt and humiliate them. Even as far as shoving a broom stick up each ass. They were now freely crying. They didn’t look so tough any more.

I wanted them to remember what they were going to miss. I put on my latex lined velvet glove and stroked each member in turn. At the top of each stroke I hit the needle to cause more pain. Even with the pain I felt them move closer to cumming. Kevin was the first to explode. And true to my theory (huge balls make huge loads) Kevin spurted like a fountain.

His second spurt was so strong that it hit the ceiling of the room. When the third spurt was coming I jammed my hand hard under the needle. He screamed into his gag, but kept spurting. David’s load followed and I did the same thing, although his load, as big as it was, just dribbled out.

It was then that the idea struck me. Just out side the rear motel room window I heard the big semi start and pull away. This was the third truck in the last half-hour or so. The plan formed.

I opened the window a crack and slid out one end of each one hundred-foot long hank of parachute cord. The other end of each was already made into a hangman’s noose and tied firmly around the scrotum of each rapist.

Leaving them tied, I walked out of the front door and around to the back of the motel. The parking lot led right onto a service road. There was a big semi backed right up to the low concrete wall outside of the motel room. I walked behind the wall and pulled the strong nylon cord out of the window. I carefully tied each cord to the steel bar on the back of the semi. The rest was to be history.

I went back into the room and told the two thugs that Karin would be a little happier now and no other woman would ever have a problem with them.

I carefully collected all of my tools and equipment and put it in my bag. While I was packing the bag I took out a Sue Grafton book and later began to read it.

I could make out Kevin, through his gag saying "No. Please" Over and over again. David just cried and trembled. At the end of each page, as I turned it, I very softly said, "this is for Karin".

About a half-hour later we all heard a big diesel start. I smiled as I stood at the foot of the beds and said, "this is for Karin." Then we heard the huge truck start to pull away. We all waited for the cord to tighten…but it never did. It was a different truck. Kevin now started to cry, I guess it was relief. I could see him relax a little. Then, a second truck started. After A minute or so we heard it go through a gear and then a second. Just when they decided that it was another false alarm the cord began to move. The whole thing after that didn’t take a second. The cord jerked and both men screamed through their ball gags. Blood spattered everywhere. It ruined my black dress and my wig. I later burned both.

I’m not very proud of what I did that night, but I would do it again. David and Kevin will never rape again. I regret that I didn’t keep their balls to make into earrings for Karin. I guess those balls are scattered along a few miles of Texas highway.

I went home, burned all of my clothes in the outside chiminea, and had a late dinner. Kevin and David did not..

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia