Thecia does the Big Apple

My name is Thecia, I'm a 31 year old "cutter."

I received a call from my friend Jill. Would I hear a story from her sister?

It seems that Jill’s Niece Nadra (Her sister Karen’s daughter) ran away to NY to make it as a model. They didn’t hear from her for over three months. One day the NYC Police called to say that they had arrested Nadra for heroin possession and prostitution.
The story came out later. Nadra got off of the bus at the Port Authority buss station in NY. A very "nice" guy offered to help her find a place to stay. He said he was a stockbroker and was very well dressed. He said that he was divorced and lived with his two daughters up town. He offered her his extra room until she got on her feet. Nadra said he was very charming. As she only had two hundred dollars to her name, she took him up on it.

When they walked into his apartment there were no daughters, only a very big black man who called himself Butch. When Nadra turned to question the man she now knew as Paul, she was slapped hard enough in the face to put her on the ground. The two men tore her clothes off and took turns violating her. While Paul held her, Butch rammed his big black cock into her. She screamed as her cherry popped. Before he came, Butch pulled out and drove his still glistening cock into her virgin ass. Again she screamed. After Butch shot his ample load into her ass, Paul jammed his cock into her mouth, she choked on his cock and then on his load of thick cum. This went on for four days. Alternately beating, raping and humiliating her. During this time she received more than a few shots of heroin. By the fifth day, she was their slave. Ready for them to pimp out. She felt that she was a worthless piece of shit and only worthy of being a drug addict, cum dumpster.

They pimped her for three months before the police arrested her. Her family got her back and put her in an expensive rehab facility.

Nadra’s father had real "old" money. Jill’s sister, through Jill, offered me ten thousand dollars a ball for the two men’s nuts. I would have done it for free.

I contacted my friend Dr. Pann, a woman’s advocate, and told her that for once I didn’t need financial backing, just contacts.

I rode a greyhound bus into the N Y terminal, to the same area that Nadra had been abducted. I had dressed and made myself up to look as young as possible. This might not work, I’m 31 years old and I couldn’t ever look like a teen. I rode seven busses into the same area of the terminal, one each day for a week. I was approached two different times but not by Paul. On the day we were to give up, the man walked up to me. He was very charming, well dressed and seemingly trustworthy. He gave me the identical speech, about his daughters and divorce. I allowed myself to be "charmed." I went with him willingly.

When we got to the apartment house my stomach was in a nervous knot. Jill usually does the "bait" thing, but as she is older than I am, it was my turn.

He opened the door and I entered. There, as I expected was Butch. Unlike Nadra, I wasn’t surprised. Before he could open his mouth the twin needles of my Tazer hit him, He hit the floor within a half a second. I turned to deal with Paul, but he was faster than I expected. He knocked the Tazer out of my hand and backhanded me with such force that I hit the wall five feet behind me. I wasn’t too worried as I knew that Dr. Pann’s thugs were right behind the door. That gave me courage, I pretended to cower as Paul approached me. As he neared I brought my foot up into his groin. I felt his balls hit his pelvic bone, even through my Sneaker.

Butch was starting to get up so I kicked him square in the temple with the side of my foot, I turned and placed the same kick on the side of Paul’s head. I didn’t need the thugs after all.

I used my nylon rope to tie their hands to two nearby radiators and I tied their feet to the hinges on two separate doorways.

With a ball gag in each mouth, they were not talkative.

I knocked on the door once as arraigned. Karen and Jill came into the room. Karen was not used to the real world and was terrified. Jill had seen it all before and knew what to expect.

I used a box cutter to slice their clothes off (I save my scalpel for real cutting) I looked them right in the eyes and said "Hello, My name is Thecia and I’m going to slice your balls off." That got their attention.

Jill asked me if she should show them what they wouldn’t be getting any more and I nodded. Both large cocks were flaccid. I told Jill "watch this," and brought my scalpel to the side of the black man’s scrotum. Like magic his enormous cock sprung to life. I did the same to Paul. For some reason the fear of castration gets them hard. Jill went to work on them as I prepared. Butch was first, as his balls tightened, Jill said "you know, when you cum, Thecia’s gonna cut your nuts off." He tried to hold back but that great cock just shot and shot. She pointed it so that the streams went up his belly and even across his face and into his hair. I may have seen that much cum in one load before, but I sure don’t remember when. Jill then "drained" Paul the same way.

I opened the side of each scrotum and exposed their four balls. Then I did a truly evil thing. I sliced a patch of skin off of Paul’s semi erect rod. As I did I said "is this the cock you used on Nadra?’

I then tied all four cords and ducts carefully. Without fanfare, I cut the right nut off of each man. They tried to scream. I dangled the severed orbs in front of the men. Butch’s nut was almost twice the size of Paul’s. "Nice balls you used to have," I said. I made a small cut on each duct and the little muscle there. Then I grabbed a testicle in each hand and with all of my strength, I jerked them from the groins. Paul’s ripped off at the spot where I nicked the duct, but Butch was different. His ripped out from inside. Groin blood and ball cords torn everywhere. Karen fainted. There was so much blood that I thought he might bleed out. I put pressure on the wound and held it. Then for my second extremely evil deed of the day, I had Jill hold the pressure on the wound and I carefully dug my scalpel into each man’s "taint" and cut the nerve to their respective prostate glands. These men would never get hard again, even with all the hormones in the world. It was almost a shame given the size of Butch’s cock.

I placed all four balls in peanut butter jars full of formaldehyde and carefully sealed them. I have to use Smucker’s jars as Skippy now only comes in plastic.

We all left together. We left the men tied on the bloody floor. As we walked down the street, I called 911 (I didn’t want them dead) on my untraceable cell phone and tossed it down a sewer. I was happy, those men would never destroy another teenage girl.

Nadra finally got off of drugs and is now in Texas A & M.

That afternoon we had a nice lunch in NYC (except for Karen who was ill) and flew back to Dallas that night. I traded the two little jars for forty thousand dollars. Not a bad week..

Respectfully Submitted,

Thecia