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Thecias Shocking Twist (1 of 2) Maybe it wasnt such a good idea to kidnap and rape Thecia after all. If I had never discovered her on the archive and become fascinated with her, I would not find myself in my hellish predicament at this moment! Bound, trussed, and at her Mercy! Not the way I had planned it at all. I had gambled all and lost! But I am getting ahead of myself. The more I had learned about Thecia and her special ball-harvesting skills, the more hopelessly mesmerized I became with her. After reading her first story, I had immediately decided to contact her, via email. I just had to talk to the first woman I had ever known who had actually severed testicles for any reason - profit, revenge, power, or just plain fun. This led to a deeper correspondence and a fascination with the fact that this sexy woman had claimed over 70 sets of male balls! SEVENTY! Talk about spunk! She had it! And had it running all over her delicate and skilled hands! That she had sent me some edited photos of herself clinched it. She was gorgeous! Though she hid her face in the photos emailed, she was a stunning brunette with pert breasts, trim waist and a sweet ass that revealed the tip of her shaved pussy from a rear view photo that I never tired of. She knew that she owned me from that point on and could coax the cum from my balls at her whim, on her command. An extremely sexy creature, she rapidly grew to mythic proportions in my mind as the essence of the all-powerful and sexually commanding woman. Gradually, the feeling grew within me that I had to possess her. On my terms. Or die trying. I had planned it well, I thought. Quitting my job, I told friends I was going on a long trip and would be back in 6 months. In reality, my new life as her sex stalker and future master began at that point. Taking all the facts I had gleaned about her, I traveled to the southern state in which she lived and rented a room in what I believed was her neighborhood. Combining the clues she provided, the Internet, and patient research, I found her! I then proceeded to watch her for weeks, taking telephotos pictures, watching her having sex with a boyfriend and generally spying on her daily activities and habits. I constructed my plan. As I plotted, I dreamed of the day I would possess her for real, cumming on her pictures many times as I waited. I found an old derelict barn in a remote rustic area maybe 20 miles from where she lived. Perfect and desolate for what I had in mind. I stocked it with all manner of sexual toys - devices and tools of torture I had gathered for just one purpose. That of keeping Thecia as my sex slave! Her many nude telephoto pics, combined with the original pictures she provided, allowed me to memorize every detail of her saucy pointed tits and delicious pear-shaped ass! Watching her in action with her stud, I knew that she kept her delightful pussy shaved and that she loved to ride on top of him. I also knew she gave an excellent blowjob-a fact I intended to make good use of. It all went so smoothly at first. I just snuck up from behind her one night as she was walking home from the local pub. She was tipsy and off-guard and so it was all pretty simple. After placing a chloroform cloth over her mouth with my left hand and encircling her body and arms with my right , she struggle briefly and passed out. I pulled her limp body into my nearby non-descript van (all stalkers have a non-descript van.). Nobody saw me take her. When she finally awoke, she was securely trussed vertically on a X bar in my love dungeon barn, with a ball gag in her mouth her arms and legs spread wide and secured with rope. Being fully prepared, I wore a black silk hood when she first set eyes on me. The hood had two purposes. The first was to conceal my identity since I hadnt decided what I would ultimately do with her. If I ultimately chose to let her go, the hood would protect my identity. I hadn't decided. The second reason was to make her more submissive. I reasoned that the hood would instill a terrified submission in her and that is what I wanted. While she may have been afraid, she proved to have the heart of a lioness, hiding her fear pretty well. Her pert breasts stood up as defiantly as her gaze when I first admired the slightly parted lips of her sexy bald slit. Her eyes burned with a fiery hatred as I fingered her pussy and taunted her. Her slit betrayed her anger and responded by producing a clear nectar to coat my finger, despite its reluctance. For a week, it was pure bliss (for me, anyway.) I loved that she often yearned to taste the last output of balls that she claimed. The very thought inspired me to rigid attention! As her training began, I taught her exactly how I wanted her to suck my cock. I hugely enjoyed having her live on a diet of liquid protein (mine) and her cock-sucking skills were rewarded with many huge loads of my sperm. I told her she best swallow it in order to keep up her strength. The fact that I held a sharp hunting knife under her left breast, against her beating heart, insured a most satisfactory ball-draining experience each and every time I fed her. To feed a woman your sperm at knifepoint is a rare treat indeed. The woman is so focused and hungry and intent on her work! I occasionally would free one of her hands to gently fondle my balls while she was sucking. I asked her if she liked the taste of my cum better than her boyfriends. I would pinch her long elongated nipples and press the blade's tip tighter to her heart if I received an unsatisfactory answer. She seemed to be learning well. I bet you would like to rip those balls out by the roots, wouldnt you, I taunted, as she sucked. But the pointed end of the blade, pressing against her heart, insured against any bad moves on her part. I am certain you realize that I would surely push this steel tip right through your heart at the first sign of trouble. Biding her time (as I know now), Thecia dutifully sucked and fondled my balls precisely, according to my spoken instructions. She got to the point where she actually seemed to look forward to her feedings. She got to the point where she would beg for more semen without any prompting! After a few days of small amounts of bread and water, I guess she was really getting hungry! I would have her jerk my cock onto her bread and then feed it to her with a small amount of jam, first re-tying her freed arm and then fingering her pussy as she ate. She would lick her lips afterwards and, at my prompting, ask for more. My perfect sex slave! And she was beautiful! Besides taking her frequently in the ass, fucking her pussy was another happy treat I enjoyed. I would restrain her, spread eagled, over a rail in the barn and enter her tight pussy from all angles imaginable. Her small bald pussy was actually too small for my big cock (bigger than her boyfriends) but she had shared her technique with me earlier on how she accommodates a large dick. Twisting her slight hips to one side would allow me to bury my shaft the hilt and enjoy her groans. It was heaven. The Tables Turn But I know now that I was getting too careless. (end part 1 of 2) (Dedicated to the incomparable Thecia - in rigid tribute! private messages welcome) |