Thecia’s Recall to duty.

I’m a 30-year-old female "Cutter".

I get paid well for what I do, but recently I’ve done a little for the cause.

Enough women are beaten and raped. I’ve done a little revenge.

I recently nutted three rapists in NY. All in the service of a woman’s advocacy group that is headed by Dr. Anita Pann. While I did the last job as a favor to Anita, Several days later I received in the mail, a bearer bond for $5000.00

Saturday morning, while I was getting my beauty sleep my pre paid cell rang. Dr. Pann apologized for the early call and asked me if I would do another favor. Because I knew how hard she worked for women everywhere, I couldn’t refuse. She said that she would send a plane ticket and more information to my mail drop.

True to her word, the package arrived three days later. The ticket was to Barrie Vermont via JFK. The subjects were a father and son who ran a small granite quarry not too far from the town. Two women had been brutally raped and beaten. The first would not talk about it and the second one would not identify the men for fear of reprisal. Dr. Pann’s team had gotten the information from them, but with the promise that they would not tell the authorities.

Dr. Pann would not be there this time but another female cutter named Karin had volunteered. Karin was an old friend and when I told her the nature of my next "job" , there was no holding her back.

When we arrived at the wooden quarry building the men were already subdued. Two of Dr. Penn’s staff had stopped at the quarry and asked directions. When they were invited in to the house adjoining the mine they accepted. The two women were stunning; Julie was a California blond and Trish more of a quiet brunette. True to their leanings the men eyed the women with hunger. The father offered the women a cool drink. They later learned that the drink was spiked with a date rape drug. Before the first sip, the women had immobilized the father and son team with stun guns.

That made it very easy for me. Both men were tied with nylon rope to the overhead beams in the shed. Both were woozy and glassy eyed. I thanked the women for their help and I heard their Ford Mustang drive off.

Karin and I had donned surgical masks and proceeded to let the men know what they had done and what we were going to do to them.

From my kit I removed a pair of "humblers" these are a set of flat sticks that clamp together lengthwise. We lowered the men until their hands would reach the ground and had them place their faces on the ground so as to apply the humbler. We drew their balls out behind them as far as we could stretch them. While I held them, Karin sandwiched the humbler around their sacks above their balls, positioning the sticks across their legs. Now if they tried to stand up or even straighten their legs they would rip their balls off. That’s why it’s called a humbler.

It wasn’t necessary to gag either man. The shed was over a thousand feet of the highway and there were no neighbors. The men, true to their stripes called us by any vial name that they could think of. Things like "You fucking blowjob artist, when I get loose I’m gonna rip your head off" or "you disease ridden cunt, you’re a dead woman" and other nice words. Karin pulled a small ping pong paddle out of her large purse and gently rubbed over the fathers bulging sack. She said, "Are these the balls that helped you rape those women?" The 45-year-old man turned his head, looked her in the eye and said, "Fuck you". Karin said, "that’s not nice" as her paddle came down hard on his restrained nut sack. Every time she hit him he would curse her. This went on for a good half-hour until finally the man was reduced to a yelp with each hit. I, in fact, had to stop her from getting too violent. I didn’t want her to bust his balls. At least not yet. When she stopped he fell forward against his ropes, only to be reminded of the great pain that the humbler was capable of.

She left him lay there and turned her attention to the son. He was about 22 and had a much bigger package than his father. He was still defiant and I expected Karin to tame him with the same method she had used on his father. But instead, she opened a small case that was full of acupuncture needles. The younger man had a huge erection. When he began more verbal abuse, she slowly ran a needle through his cock. His tool was so thick that the needle wouldn’t go through the other side. But it took its toll…He screamed. She then ran one through each ball, evoking two more screams. Only then did she bring her paddle into play. Hearing the mans screams, I even cringed. I had never seen this evil side of Karin. Her dark eyes shone with the look of the Devil himself.

She said to me "OK their all yours."

I positioned the father so he would have a good view of his son’s torment. I retrieved my scalpel and held the son’s huge cock in my hand. I told him "My, this is a beautiful cock, I almost hate to destroy it". HE only yelled "NO!" Using my scalpel I carefully made a dozen or so ¼ inch deep slices the length of the oversized tool. Each drew blood, but I was careful not to open any main blood vessels. Then with my trademark velvet glove I began to work that huge cock. At first it remained flaccid, but slowly it grew. I asked him things like " how tight was that woman that you raped" and " does it feel good" I even kissed the tip and tasted the pearl drop of pre cum that rested there. I covered my scalpel and got Grampa K’s straight razor from my kit. I had stropped it to perfection the night before. When the pre cum began to drip and I knew he was beyond stopping, I pointed that big thing to the side and felt it pump huge ribbons of thick cum partway across the room. Blood more than seeped from the wounds that ran down the ample length of it.

When the third spurt was in the air, I drew the razor down the edge of the humbler. Those big balls and half of his sack dropped to the pine floor under him. They even made a little plopping noise when they hit.

With that he passed out. As he fell his legs straightened and the humbler was torn off of the now ballless sac. I had to scramble to stem the bloodflow. I wanted him hurt and nutted, but not dead. I quickly clamped the bigger vessels and then tied them off. All the while his father watched. Karin calmly slid her needles out of the now dead balls and replaced them in her little case.

When I turned my attention to the father he was not so smug anymore. His wise ass remarks had ceased. In fact his face was white and I half thought that he was going to pass out. His package was nothing to his sons, but it was still ok. Karin asked me if she could "Drain" this set.

His balls were still bright red from her paddling. I had my own plans for him.

She worked his cock until it was hard and then slid it deep into her mouth. So far, that I could see her throat expand as she deep throated him. She worked him hard and soon had him on the edge. She told me "He’s almost there!". I had my surprise all ready. I tightened the screws on the humbler and pulled out my two-foot length of monofilament fishing line. There was a small piece of broomstick on each end.

I slowly wrapped the line around his exposed and swollen nuts. When she said now and a little of the first spurt leaked from the corner of her mouth, I pulled on the ends of the line as hard as my 125 lb. frame could muster. The line went through like a hot knife through butter. His nuts fell to the same wooden floor and made the same "Plop" sound. The humbler stayed in place and it keep the bleeding down.

We lowered the men to the floor where they just laid there and sobbed. I almost felt sorry for them. I retrieved all four of the severed orbs and popped them into two small baggies. They are now in peanut butter jars filled with formaldehyde. The remains of their sacks are tanned into leather and Karin and I each have a nice, small, very soft leather change purse.

OH, and the father and son team…they will NEVER rape again.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia