She was a lovely 31-year-old girl whose hobby was cutting off human balls. Her strong preference was to nut a guy with his consent, usually at the behest of his mistress. Sometimes, though, she got into situations where nice and surgical gave way to vicious and nasty. Usually that happened when she got pissed off at some scumbag who richly deserved it, but there had been a few times—she was not particularly proud of them—when she made the process hellish for guys, just because she got paid extra to do it that way.

The last time she did a procedure like that was on this poor fellow, Billy, who got totally jerked around by a breathtakingly beautiful girl named Sarah. She forced him, not only to lose his balls and his dick, but to get worked over to within an inch of his life by a pretty but sadistic ball-busting girl named April. Then, after he had been ruined forever, she dumped him. The ball cutter would never have taken part in such a cruel trick if she were not under Sarah’s spell. As a result, she tried her best to stay away from Sarah, lovely as she was..

The cutter had been avoiding her health club, where she used to work out, because that’s where she met her. Later, she learned from one of the trainers that nobody named Sarah or fitting her description had been in the club for the two months the guy had been working there. She felt safe to resume her workouts and get her body toned again. At the end of her third visit, she was washing her hair in the club shower. When she opened her eyes, there was sweet little Sarah.

At first, they engaged in awkward small talk, as she tried not to look at Sarah’s naked body. Then, while they were toweling off, Sarah said, “Look, I need you for another job.” The cutter replied, “Sorry, Sweetie, that ship has sailed away and it’s never coming back.” Sarah was quick to point out that this was a whole different situation. While she had denied Billy even the chance to see her naked, this was about a slave she already had, who had been dutifully sucking the cum out of both her holes when her lovers got finished fucking her, then he’d have to lick their cocks clean. “If my lovers want, I make him lick their assholes too,” she added. “So, why do you need me?” the cutter asked her. “It sounds like you’re all set with what you want.” “Here’s why,” Sarah explained. “I put Billy through the wringer because he was such a weakling. When he first met me and he thought he had a chance, I made it as plain as day that he would get nothing, but any well-hung stranger would get everything. Once, I even dragged him into a biker bar so he could watch me get on my knees and blow all the guys in the place, then tongue their assholes. After that, I told them to get rid of him, and I’d let them rip off my clothes and do whatever they wanted. They hustled him outside and tied him to the hood of his car, so that he could hear me screaming and sobbing when they began to butt fuck me. In addition to all those cocks, one guy used a glass Coke bottle to sodomize me. By the time they were done, they’d beaten me up and, let’s just say that their cum was not the only stuff I had to swallow. I hurt all over, I was sick to my stomach and I had a blast. Of course, it broke Billy’s heart when I told him all about what the guys had done to me while I was running the tip of a lit cigar around and around his asshole. God, did he scream!. Still, he was hopelessly in love with me. That’s when I decided to fuck with him, and, well, you know the rest. Anyway,” she went on, “that was good for a nice little giggle, but I still didn’t have a slave to lick the cum out of me. Then I took on this other guy—he gave me his name once, but I only call him ‘Loser.’ He was my slave and he knew it, or so I thought. The mistake I made was not having him neutered right away. So, I was doing a gangbang, where three guys came in my snatch and the other three up my asshole. It was while he was sucking that hole clean that he stuck a finger up my butt. Can you imagine?” “What’s the big deal?” the cutter asked her. “I stuck a finger up your butt and you loved it.” “Yes, I did,” she agreed “and your finger is always welcome for many return visits. The thing is, this guy was my slave. He did not have the right to take such liberties with his mistress. He must be punished. I told him he was finished as my slave unless he let me fix him any way I wanted to. He broke down and begged me for his sad, pathetic existence. He said he’d do anything to keep it. We’re going to get your friend April to help us out, except, this time, I’m going to tell Miss April not to be so gentle” Gentle? She had broken poor Billy’s face, knocked his teeth out and twisted corkscrews into both balls and his pee hole. “No, I’m sorry,” she told Sarah. “I still worry when I cut a dick and, as for April…well, you should have been able to tell she’s a little crazy, but, since you last saw her, she’s gone over the edge. Trust me, you do not want her to do this.” Sarah’s eyes began to tear up from disappointment. “Please?” she begged. It was astounding how a girl like her could look so sweet and innocent. “No,” the cutter answered. “You know,” Sarah said, as she tossed away the towel that had been covering her “I think we should go to my place and discuss this at great length.” She turned around and bent over, with her feet apart, to retrieve the towel, offering a nice long view of all her goodies. “For the whole weekend. What do you think?” She pulled a cigar and a lighter from her purse and winked. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end.”

They were, back in Mexico, in the cutter’s secret lab. There were the three of them, plus Sarah’s male slave. April was dressed in a tank top, cut-off jean shorts and a pair of stack-heeled “fuck me” boots. She had her blonde hair done in a pony tail. She also brought along what she called “my bag of tricks.” “Hello,” she said cheerfully to the slave, “my name’s April. I’m going to beat you up. Is that OK?” He looked forlornly at Sarah, who gave him a stern look and nodded her head. “Yes,” he told April. “Please beat me up.” “All right, I will. This may hurt a little bit,” she said, qualifying for the biggest understatement I have ever heard. “But first a little foreplay to warm you up. This is a trick your mistress taught me.” With that, April lit up a fat, long cigar and began to scorch all his private parts, particularly the guy’s asshole. At one point, she stuck a long-stemmed funnel into his pee hole and flicked the hot ash through the funnel and deep into his dick. The guy’s screams were deafening. Then, she put her brass knuckles on and broke his face up. After she had knocked most of his teeth out, she took a sturdy pair of pliers and pulled out the ones she had only knocked loose. She kicked and stomped his asshole until the blood ran out, then she went to work on his balls. God, did she go to work on his balls. She kicked them almost non-stop for a half an hour. Then she took a short break to stick a bunch of long dressmaker’s pins all the way through each ball, and resumed kicking them as hard as she could. By this time the poor guy was puking his guts out and was well into the dry heaves. He never stopped screaming and crying. She turned her attention to the guy’s dick and twisted a corkscrew into his peephole, right up to the handle. Finally, April told him to get back on his hands and knees and stick his butt out again. “I’m going to sew your asshole shut do you mind?” she sweetly asked him. “Please, please! He wailed. Don’t do that, I’m begging you!” “OK, fine I won’t.” April assured him. She took hold of the pliers again and ripped his asshole out by the roots. She grabbed him by the hair and sat him up against the leg of my gurney. This will teach you not to stick your fingers where they don’t belong,” April told him, while Sarah laughed and cheered. Still holding the pliers, she broke every one of his fingers at the first joint. After that, she took out a broken beer bottle and slashed his face repeatedly with the jagged glass. Then she traded the bottle for a switchblade and cut off his ears, but that was not the end of it. She pulled his hair up and actually scalped him. By this time the guy had lost his voice from his constant screaming, but the tears continued to run down his cheeks. They lugged the victim onto the cutter’s gurney and tied him down. As the cutter prepped his genitals to keep him from bleeding out (like it mattered at this point), he moaned pitifully in absolute agony. The moans only increased a little in volume as she sliced off his dick and then his balls. “Now grind ‘em up!” Sarah giggled. The cutter stuck the poor guy’s cock and balls into a small meat grinder and let it run for a good long time. To the delight of Sara, who was laughing her ass off, April, with a big smile of her own, force-fed the guy his own pureed ball & cock meat. She held her knife to his throat and commanded him to swallow, which he did as fresh tears streamed down his face.

Sarah told him she didn’t want him putting his ugly face onto her private parts anymore, and then asked the cutter to get rid of him. The three of them managed to stuff him into the trunk of Sara’s luxury car (that he had bought for her to show his devotion). They drove until they came to the home of a pig farmer the cutter knew. She also knew he didn’t care at all what he fed to his pigs or where it came from. In a few days, the poor guy would be pig manure, but that was of no concern to the three young women. When they got back to Texas, they all had a sumptuous meal. As they were sipping their coffee, Sarah, lit up another cigar and winked at them.

The end.

April, honey, if you read this, there’s a guy who wants you to beat the living shit out of him and bust his balls until they don’t work any more. Call the cutter..!!