Theica’s County Sheriff

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

I was driving back from Tulsa where I had just finished a long field job for my employer. My day job is that of an engineer and I often have to supervise jobs away from the office. I was tired and pulled off of the interstate for gas and a shot of coffee. After the stop I continued on the local road that paralleled  the highway.
I entered the village of //////// and reduced speed to just above the published speed limit of 25. I passed through the quaint little town as the sun set and increased speed as I got back on the state road. Within a minute I saw the flashing lights of a police car and stopped at once. The officer was about thirty-five and good looking. I said, "what did I do, deputy?" His answer was, "I’m not a deputy, I’m the sheriff." He went on to say that I had been going twenty miles over the speed limit and I would have to follow him back into town. He explained that the "reduce speed" sign was a mile down the road and I was still in a twenty-five zone. I was pissed at this speed trap, but what could I do; I followed him to the police station in city hall.

He told me that I would have to stay in jail until the morning when the Justice of the Peace was in. "Jail !!" I yelled, "what is wrong with you people."

It was to no avail, He led me to a cell and locked the door with a clunk. He went on to tell me that he had a breathalyzer test all made up and I might just get a DUI if I acted up. He went on, "let’s see, a DUI, resisting arrest, possession, hmmm and what ever else." Only then did I see the frame he was building. Then he said, "we could make this go away." He looked down at the bulge in his pants.

"I see." I said, "lets see what I can do for you?" He unlocked the door and put his butt against the desk and leaned back. I knelt in front of him and did as he indicated. I unzipped his fly and an impressive seven incher popped out in my face. As I had no choice, I engulfed it in my mouth. I loosened his belt and let his pants fall so I could reach his very large nuts. It didn’t take long, he began a powerful shoot. Spurt after spurt spewed into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, lest this thick cum got onto my silk blouse. He smiled and said, "let me see that beautiful ass of yours." I let my jeans drop and my thong soon followed. He turned me and had me lay on the desk while he ate me. He was so good at it that I was almost ready to forgive him for forcing me…Almost.. My body betrayed me and I came several times to the touch of his great tongue. He then tuned me face down on the desk and said, "Now I’m gonna fuck you doggy, and you’re gonna love it." As he turned me, my hand came down on a nightstick, before he could mount me I turned and swatted him full on the side of the head with the stick. He fell like a ton of bricks.

I dragged him into the open Jail cell and using bed sheets I tied him to the bars. This was the last time he was going to rape an innocent female. I didn’t have my castration kit with me so I rummaged. I found a pocketknife on him and a hot plate in the office. I placed a butter knife on the hot plate and turned it on. Using more sheet I gagged the man. I took a scissors from his desk and cut the remains of his clothes off. I splashed cold water in his face and he slowly came around.

At that point he still had his arrogance. He tried t talk but couldn’t be understood. I massaged his big balls and when his cock got hard I massaged that too. I worked it slowly and I think he thought that this was just kinky sex and all would be ok.

I had cut some wire off of a lamp and stripped it with his knife. As he came close to shooting his load, I tied the wire around the neck of his ample sack. I pulled it tight as I could, if I was lucky it would keep him from bleeding out.

Then it happened, his great cock began to shoot, ribbon after ribbon. If anything this load was bigger than his first. While he was still pumping I drew his pocketknife across his scrotum. It took three passes but his big balls fell loose into my hand. His last drop of cum fell to the ground. He was bleeding, but not too badly. I retrieved the now glowing knife from the hot plate and seared his torn flesh, stemming the blood. The sheriff had passed out. I again revived him and rubbed his severed balls and sack into his face. He dropped his eyes, a beaten man.

I washed my hands, calmly walked to my car and drove on my way. A few hours later I stopped at a rest stop and had a deluxe hamburger with fries. Nutting always makes me hungry.

Much later when I got home, I went on line and looked the local paper in the town, it seems that the sheriff had resigned, with out explanation.

I slept well that night, knowing a rapist was no more.

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia