Thecia and the real slave

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

My friend Dr, Pann called me with a strange message. She had received a note from a UPS man. He had delivered a package to a house in Georgia, taped under this package was a post-it note. The note read, "Help, I’m being kept here as a slave." That was all it said.

The guy took it to the local police and they didn’t even check his story out. As he was leaving the police station, a female officer approached him and slipped him the number of Dr. Pann. Dr. Pann called me.

She had hired an investigator to check the story out and he found that there was a woman living in the house with three men. The woman never went out of the house. The three men only went out together on Saturday mornings, the rest of the time at least one was in the house. I warned Dr. Pann that this could simply be a hoax and the woman might just be the wife of one of the men.

The following Friday night, Dr. Pann, myself, a female lawyer and a rather large man, who was unknown to me, boarded a plane to Athens GA and rented a car to take us to the small town. We watched from a distance as the three men left the house, got into a pick up truck and drove away. We knew from the detective that they would be gone at least two hours. Dr. Pann and I went up to the front door, rang the doorbell and knocked with no response. After a few minutes, the man, who never was introduced to me, came up to the door and in a matter of seconds, picked the lock. The lawyer stayed in the car.

The house was rustic inside with heavy pine paneled walls and several fireplaces. We all wore rubber gloves as we searched the house. In the upper bedroom there was a muffled thumping. Feeling the walls, we finally found a false wall on hinges. We found the opening and inside was a beautiful woman, in Daisy Mae shorts and a halter, topping this outfit was a very heavy metal collar that was chained to a bolt in the wall.

The man was unable to pick the American Brand lock that held her and we couldn’t find any tools in the house. The girl told us that she had been kidnapped and was being used as a sex toy by the men. A father and his two sons.

We finally freed her by using the car’s tire iron to tear down the wall and finally free the bolt. Dr. Pann and the lawyer, Pam, went to the local police station with the girl. They told them that they were driving by and heard screams for help, went into the unlocked house and found the girl there. The man and I went to the airport and left on separate airplanes, him to Ohio and me back to Texas. I thought that was the end of the story.

Almost six months later, Dr. Pann called me, it seems that at the trial the men claimed that Ronnie (the girl) had offered to live with the men for food and board. They then claimed that she was into S & M and loved to be tied up and mock raped. The local redneck jury bought the story and the men were found "Not guilty."

We listened to her story with a little different slant. She was traveling to the Florida Panhandle when her car began to make horrific noises. She pulled off of the interstate to try and find a service station. Two or three miles from the highway the car stopped. A pickup with two men in it pulled up behind her. One of the clean cut young men asked if he could help. He said his uncle owned the "Unexcelled" Garage about three miles from where they were. Ronnie got into the p/u with one man while the other steered her car as they towed it down a local road. When they turned down a single lane dirt road she began to worry. The man laughed it off and said that the garage was on the main road, but they were going in the back way.

When they stopped behind a small house the man said, "c’mon, we’ll go around and meet my uncle." She got out of the car and the second man grabbed her and threw her on the hood of her own car. He tore her cotton slacks off of her body along with her bikini underwear. Without benefit of lubrication the first man jammed his already erect cock into her splayed pussy. She screamed and he said, "Scream bitch, nobody will hear you out here." They dragged her in the house and John, the uncle, took his turn. When she refused to blow John, he beat her, by the second or third beating she willing sucked his cock. They fucked her in every hole until none of the men could get it up any more. They bottle fucked her and even used a broomstick.
The following day they fashioned an iron collar and chain for her. They told her that she was now a slave and they could use her as they wanted to. She would cook and clean, along with servicing any of the men whenever they wanted it. Sometimes they would chain her under the supper table and make her suck off each man in turn. She would be forced to open her mouth, show them the load of cum and then swallow it. The younger men were happy to fuck her or get a blowjob, but John, the uncle, was into bizarre sex. The bottle fucking, beatings and broomstick fucking. He even made her suck off the family’s German Shepherd.

During the surveillance the PI learned that they had a wood stove and every two hours or so one of the men would come out and get wood for the fire. We got into position and in less than ten minutes the first man (his name was Adam) came through the door. He didn’t walk to the woodpile but turned and peed into the grass. Ten foot before he reached the woodpile he hit the trip wire that we had set, and fell on his face with a thud. Jill hit him with the tazer as he fell. He lay there and we backed away. The German Shepherd that was tied on the other side of the house started barking, The door opened and the other young man said "Adam, are you alright?" Seeing his brother prone on the ground he yelled "Pa, come here, Adam fell." As they bent over Adam, they were easy targets for Jill and I with our own tazers. The men were heavy and it took all four of us to drag them into the house.

We put them in the large living room and cuffed them to each other with the outermost men tied to separate door hinges. We used nylon clothesline to immobilize their legs. We all donned surgical masks to make us difficult to identify. They slowly woke up.

I said "you guys were very cruel to a very nice young lady, we’re here to avenge that." The older one said, "You people are crazy, let us go." I looked at him and said you’re the unlucky one. We’re only going to nut these guys, your going to get special treatment."

Jill, Betty and I, using scissors, cut the clothing off of the men. They were fighting their bindings now, I told John to stop but he kept fighting. A quick kick in the balls stopped that.

All three men had nice balls, they would make a find addition to my jarred collection.

The first step in our plan was to "drain" these beautiful balls. We don’t do this as a nice thing, but to make them remember what they won’t ever feel again. Jill removed her blouse and bent to the first man, the one called Adam. Jill is almost 5’9" and quite beautiful, she has a models figure but with near perfect and huge boobs. We planed to do it with gloved hands, but Jill got carried away (as usual) and proceeded to blow him. Betty was leaning to perform the same act on John, when I stopped her and reminded her that she shouldn’t get mean until he started to shoot his load. She knew that John was the one we wanted to punish the most. Betty is shorter than Jill but very nicely proportioned. 34-C busttline and a great ass. I prepared to use my velvet glove on the third man. Jill finished first (as usual) and opened her mouth to show Adam the ample load. She then spit it full into his face. My guy, who had, by far, the biggest cock, shot next, covering my gloved hand with his spunk. Then John started to thrust in orgasm, with a muted grunt at first, and then his eyes widened and the scream came from his lips. Betty had turned from beautiful siren to viscous animal. She was biting and tearing at his cock. A stew of blood and cum ran down his crotch as he writhed in agony. In a very short time she turned to face me with his severed penis in her mouth, Like a dog with a new toy. She continued to crush it with her back teeth, her eyes glazed over. She spit the hamburger like mass out of her mouth and turned toward his balls. I wanted them for my collection, but there was no stopping her. She bit his left nut and I actually heard it pop. Blood was running from his severed cock all over her face, but still she chewed. She bit his right one next, it popped like the first and she managed to get both into her mouth. His scrotum tore like paper and she now had a mouth full of ball guts. She tore the roots from his body and spit the whole bloody mess onto the pile of pureed cock meat.

I was the only cutter there and I had to deal with John’s bleeding before I got to the other men. We didn't want him to die on us.  I sewed him up as well as I could and moved on. Adam had an average cock but nice fat balls. Without benefit of a "local" needle, I cut his sack open on each side. I popped both balls out into the open air, tied each at the top of the cords/ducts and sliced them off. I held them to his face and said, "You want to rape innocent women?" He passed out. I sewed his sack up and went on to the third man. I held Adam’s nuts in front of him and said, "you’re next!" He fought his ties, but I told him that if he struggled I might cut an artery, that stopped his movements. I snipped his two little nuts as I had Adam’s. The fell into my gloved hand and I placed them into the peanut butter jar full of formaldehyde for safekeeping. By the way, I cut the dogs nuts off too. I don’t know why, but I did. I put them in a jar too and labeled it "Woof."

Ronnie was finally avenged.

Betty cleaned up, she looked like someone from a war zone. Blood and cum got into her hair, down her blouse and even onto her shoes and legs.

We called 911 from a pay phone on our way out of town.

At the Athens airport we went into a Wendy’s. I had a mandarin chicken salad, Jill, Betty and Dr. Pann each had a spicy chicken sandwich and we all had coffee.

By noon the following day we were all home and resting from the trip.

Respectfully submitted,

Thecia