Thecia’s lost Trophy

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

I get paid well for cutting, mostly gays and slaves with a few "normal" guys thrown in. occasionally I do a little revenge or reprisal work. In the past I’ve been recruited by a women’s organization that is headed up by a female doctor. Dr. Pann believes strongly in women’s rights and protection.

This time I was to go to them with a cause. A woman named Lee e-mailed me through the network. She had worked in a real estate office as a secretary. She wasn’t licensed, but would receive a consulting fee for each client she brought in. Two men had arrived in a limousine and inquired about a piece of commercial property near the Interstate. They wanted to leave a deposit right then and there. Lee told them that they would have to see an agent and there was no one in at the moment. The men insisted and proffered a check. As it was a personal check, lee refused it and told them that it would have to be a certified check and then she would pass it on to a broker. Her truck was in the shop at the time. She had mentioned that she had to get to the bank to cash her own paycheck. The men offered her a ride and as they were doing business with the firm and the limo was chauffeured, she took them up on it. Lee never got to the bank.

She was overpowered, blindfolded and gagged in the back seat of the limo. She was driven around for what seemed like forever, crying the whole time. She was then lead up a sidewalk then up four steps into a house. She heard one of the men call another one Larry, and noted the name for when she got to the police, if she ever got out alive. Only later did she realize that the men were using the names Larry, Moe and Curly.

The men handcuffed her to the wall and ripped her clothes off. Moe was the biggest man and was the first to rape her. When she was not handcuffed to the wall she was tethered to the bed. She was forced to learn to deep throat. Larry, the smallest of the three men, ironically had the biggest cock. It was as thick as her arm and looked to her like a rolling pin. He rubbed this massive thing with butter and jammed it into her virgin asshole. She screamed and bled as the huge cock tore her hole apart. Over the next nine days the men routinely raped and beat her. They would make her mouth and suck their balls and generally clean up their spent cum. Sometimes they would all pull out and cum into a juice glass and make lee drink it down. Larry loved her once tight asshole and almost always choose that orifice, despite the blood and screams.

On the tenth day, Lee was rolled out of the limo onto the shoulder of a rural road. She had a broken jaw, a few broken ribs and a bleeding anus. A passing motorist found her and called 911 on his cell phone. She was naked, but clutching a small bag with $500. In it.

The police took her statement and did the rape kit thing. But nothing ever came of it. No one could explain the $500.

Lee had no money to pursue it further and were it not for me and Dr. Pann it would have ended there. With Lee a broken woman with no end to her anguish in sight.

At first I didn’t believe her e-mails, because of a few discrepancies. I had never heard of a real estate office that wouldn’t take a personal check for a deposit. I did check this out and found that the agency that she worked for would, indeed, not take a personal check as a matter of policy.

I didn’t have the resources to pursue this myself, but Dr. Pann did. I contacted her and, as always, she was there to help an abused woman. Dr, Pann hired investigators and within two weeks we had the names and addresses of the men. Two brothers and their lifelong friend. They lived about seventy miles from Lee’s office. The brothers owned an auto body shop and the limo had belonged to a customer. The long term gang rape and beatings had been done for a lark. They had ruined this woman forever for their amusement.

I called my friend Jill, who had often acted as bait in these situations. She quickly agreed to help. Jill actually gets off on, in her words, "mind fucking" men.

Jill walked in to the shop, she asked for an estimate for a dent in the old Chevy that she was driving. The men, as was the norm with all men when Jill was around, fell all over themselves to help. Jill mentioned that she was new in town and gave her address on the estimate form. A rented house on Thorne Street. After some flirting, she asked the smaller brother, the one Lee knew as Larry, if he would like to come over for a drink later. He jumped at the chance.

The man showed up as promised around eight o’clock. He already had the smell of beer on his breath. Jill greeted him in a pair of cut off jeans and a halter-top that showed off her 38dd perfectly enhanced boobs.

After a couple of beers they found their way into the larger of the two bedrooms. Jill was amazed when she pulled his jeans down and this little guy produced the biggest cock she had ever seen. She took it in her mouth at once and within five minutes was rewarded with a huge load down her throat. While he was recovering she suggested that he invite his brother over, "the more the merrier." As soon as he hung up the phone she hit him with the stun gun. By the time he woke he was cuffed to the radiator and gagged.

About ten minutes later Moe and their uninvited friend Curly arrived, Jill answered the door with only a robe on. It was open slightly, just enough to show the cleavage of her near perfect tits and the little racing stripe of pubic hair above her pussy. She gestured with her hand toward the bedroom and said, "come in gentlemen, party time." As they walked by her, she brought up a stun gun in each hand and placed them on the back of each man’s neck. They both dropped like a bag full of hammers. That was my cue, I came out of the second bedroom and we dragged the still stunned men into the room with the already subdued third man.

Now I had them. We tied each man spread eagled to whatever we could find. Door hinges, bed frames and of course the radiators. Each had a ball gag in his mouth. , I had my regular kit with me, plus a few extra goodies. This was not to be my normal ball removal; there was hatred in play here.

I used a box cutter to slice off their clothing (I didn’t want to dull a scalpel on clothes). The one called Larry did indeed have a huge package. His balls would make a great trophy; I already had the jar ready. Moe (I never chose to learn their real names) was a much bigger man but in contrast he had a tiny dick with tiny matching balls. Curly was more toward the norm. Maybe a six inch cock and normal balls. It’s all the same to me; they all cut the same.

I had a little speech for them; "you raped Lee for over a week. You hurt her in ways that were evil and not necessary and you scarred her for life, both physically and mentally." "You men don’t deserve to have balls." "I go to great lengths keep pain to a minimum. That won’t happen today."

Moe would be first; those little tiny nuts almost didn’t deserve a place in my collection. I took the monofiliment fishing line from my kit, tied the wooden handles to each end. I wrapped it around the top of his nut sack just one time. At that point I put on my velvet glove and proceeded to work his tiny cock. When his little load emitted (Little balls make for little loads) I jerked the handles and the cord sliced into his scrotum. He screamed into the gag. But this time the cord didn’t go all the way through. One ball and half the sack still hung on. I sat on the floor and put my feet on either side of one handle of the cord and used both hands to pull the other. This time his balls fell uselessly to the floor. I love the plopping sound they always make when they hit a hard floor.

I had a soldering iron plugged in to sear the wound and soon the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Moe threw up into his gag and I had to take it off so he didn’t choke to death. I slipped his little balls into a jar and went on to Curly.

I had tired of the fishing line and rummaged in the kitchen for a knife, something that would hurt. My search was rewarded by finding a plastic serrated knife. I grabbed his sack and pulled as hard as I could. Try as I might, they wouldn’t rip off. With this strain on his sack, Jill put her mouth over his now very hard cock. She had him spurting in what seemed like only seconds. I brought the plastic knife into play. He screamed so violently that he could be heard over the gag. It took a very long time to saw through. Without the sharpness of a scalpel you can tell just how tough those cords are. Curly’s nuts came off in my hands. I lifted them and dropped them on the floor just to hear the plop. I smiled. evil person that I am. The soldering iron burned some more wound and he was done.

Larry was to be last. I hefted his huge balls in my hand. Only one would fit in my hand at a time. They were easily the size of large lemons. I removed his gag to hear him plead, but to my surprise, he just cursed me. He said "You fucking cunt, when I get loose I’m going to rip your throat out" and "I wish it was your asshole I tore up. You’d never shit right again." Needless to say, he got my attention. I just thought of Lee and got hotter and hotter at him. I had the plastic butter knife ready, but now I decided that was too good for him. In my search for the knife I had found some other things in the kitchen closet. I retrieved a steam iron and a small cutting board, the kind you would use for cheese. Jill wanted to "drain" him to show him what he would be missing. She could only get the head into her mouth so she used one of my velvet gloves too.

I told him "Cum well. Because you’ll never cum again." He spit at me. With that I placed the small wooden cutting board under his huge ball sack and brought the now hot iron gently down on the left one. His scream was delicious. On to the right one. Again he screamed. I only weigh 120 lbs., but I slowly leaned into the handle of the iron. His lemon sized right ball flattened slightly and swelled at the sides. With that I put as much of my weight as I could into it and I felt rather than heard his nut pop. The iron was almost flat against the cutting board. We had to force the ball gag back into his mouth to stifle the screams. The second ball took much longer. I pressed a little at a time. I kept it near the limit and felt it start to give several times. When I was ready I lifted the iron and brought it down as hard as I could. The ball popped, audibly this time, a sickening squishing plop. I didn’t bother to cut his ruined balls off; they would disappear by themselves. I did use the soldering iron on his huge member. Distorting and scaring it with extreme heat. That rod would never hurt another woman’s butt. Using a trick that I save for only the truly evil men, I used my scalpel to cut the nerve to his prostate gland. Even with hormones he would never see a hard on again.

Only then did I realize that by smashing his nuts, I had destroyed my biggest trophy set yet. They would have looked so good in a peanut butter jar.

The house had been rented by one of Dr. Pann’s people, for cash and she wasn’t even in the country anymore. We left them tied there on the floor in their own cum and blood.

We got home the next morning and Jill, Dr. Pann and I had breakfast at the Texas Grill in McKinney TX. I had a Mexican omelet with sausage on the side, Jill had an English muffin and Dr. Pann had poached eggs over corned beef hash. We were all hungry.

I lost two sets of trophies that time. I had Curly’s balls sun dried, encased in acrylic and made into earrings. I gave the earrings to Lee, to remind her that those bastards wouldn’t hurt any woman again. I did keep the tiny set, they were cute.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia