Thecia’s Producer

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

After a tough winter of travel for my employer, I decided to take a little trip on my own terms. I had always wanted to travel by freighter. I booked a trip to London on the Concorde (this was a few years ago when they were still flying). My return was to be on the British freighter Atlantic Conveyor, I had a wonderful time in Europe and made my way to South Hampton for the return trip. The ship was beautiful and only carried twelve passengers. It was to be an eleven-day trip.

We ate very well and it was very relaxing. I met all of the other passengers and liked most of them. Three couples were traveling together, and there were two older single men, an older couple, myself and an older man who seemed to be antisocial. The "loner" seemed familiar and his faced tugged at my memory.

The ship had Internet service and I began to research this guy with the little information that I had.

I won’t mention his name here, but the first name he used was a bastardized version of his real last name. After that it was easy, he popped right up on the net. He was a famous film director who was also a child molester. He had been hiding in Europe and was now on his way to Canada and then secretly on to the US. He had used many children, both in the US and in Europe. If it were up to me, he would not do it again.

I searched for a plan. There were no children on board and I was too old for his taste, however I was the youngest woman on the ship. I decided to give it a shot. I thought, "damn, where is Jill when I need bait." For readers that don’t know, Jill is my sidekick and frequent "bait" for rapists and molesters.

On the third day I greeted him on his morning walk, "May I walk with you." I said. He answered, "of course, but be warned I don’t talk much in the morning." After that we walked each day. By the third day he agreed to meet me for an evening drink. The following day we walked again and had dinner together that night. He finally made his move, he asked me to come to his cabin for a nightcap. We had that drink and several more. He became a little drunk and had to tell me the story of his life. It all came out, about the molesting and the exile from the US. I also learned that one of the older men on the ship was his procurer. The bald man that I had seen that morning talking with him. To me that was almost as bad as molesting the kids. The producer leaned forward and tried to kiss me, I told him that, while I’d love to, this was the last day of my period and could I get a rain check.

As part of my plan, I had one of the ships engineers show me the ship. A low cut blouse got his attention and he was glad to show me around. I noticed a small room near the bow of the boat. It had a hatch toward the front. The engineer opened if for me and I was staring at what he called the "chain locker." The little space where the anchor chain was kept. Each link was bigger than my whole body and must have weighed a gazillion pounds.

That night we again had dinner together and we went back to my cabin. I had already decided to give him the ride of his life, so that when I took his balls he would know what he was missing. We had a cognac and this time I let him kiss me. I put my hand on the bulge in his pants and I must say I was impressed.

Most cocks bend to one side or the other, this one was arrow straight and hard as a rock. I slipped as much as I could into my mouth and I could tell that he was ready to shoot already. On about the fifth stroke I felt his cock tighten and thick rich cum shot into my waiting mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, but he kept cumming. I almost laughed and choked at the same time. I don’t know why I laughed, I guess it was a reaction to it cumming and cumming. When he finished I licked the tip and figured with his age it was over for the night. To my surprise, almost at once he was rock hard again and ready. His tongue found my tight little pussy and drove me crazy. I must have had five or six machine gun orgasms. As I lie there spent and sensitive, I felt his big cock slowly split my outer and then my inner pussy lips. I was a little worried, I was on the pill but I had no protection from std/s. He worked that hard cock like a piston, I think I came two or three more times. I reached back and squeezed his big balls. That was the trigger, he came like a fire hose. We napped, had one more round and I crept back to my cabin around 4 AM. He was on deck for his walk at seven the next morning, as was I.

On the last day before Halifax we again walked together. That night we were to anchor in Halifax harbor at around 9 PM. I told him that I found a nice little place to have kinky sex, and he was up for it.

He met me in my cabin for a drink at about eight PM. I poured him a cognac, however the glass had a little dose of my friend Digger’s potion. I knew it would take a half-hour to work, so I got him out of the cabin and down to the spot behind the chain locker. By the time I got him onto the little bunk there he was already punchy. A few minutes later he could talk but he couldn’t move. I told him we were going to play a little sex game. His eyes showed fear, not of me but the drug that he didn’t understand. I took a ten-foot section of the ¼ inch nylon line that I carry in my kit and lassoed his large balls. Almost at once, despite his drugged condition, he became erect. I opened the little hatch to the locker and tied the other end to one of the massive chain links. Terror filled his eyes now as I told him that he would never molest another child. I worked his still hard cock and as he got close to getting his nut, we heard the ships engine stop, as that big cock was shooting rope after rope of hot cum, I knew it was near.

At 9 PM, almost to the second, we heard the huge anchor hit the sea, The noise was earth shattering, and you couldn’t hear yourself think. I covered my ears as my producer friend screamed, the last drop of cum dripping from his cock tip. Then it happened, the link moved and the rope tightened. In the blink of an eye his balls tore from his body and splattered against the steel bulkhead. I couldn’t hear the splat noise over the roaring chain but I could imagine it. Remarkably the two unruptured orbs fell to the steel deck and the shredded bloody sack followed. There was blood everywhere. I cleaned his wound as best as I could, and left his deballed ass lying there. As a parting word I said, "that’s the end of your child fucking days." I picked up his severed nuts,the ruined scrotum and wrapped them in several tissues.

I walked onto the deck and saw that the ship was calmly at anchor. I walked to the rail and dropped my three prizes into the sea. What had been the producers claim to manhood was now fish food. I smiled.

I had one more little project. I went to cabin 7 to find the older bald man who was his procurer. He opened the door and I said, "Hi, I’m Julie," (the name on my fake passport.) Polo told me to come and take care of your needs. I hit it right on the mark, this must have gone on before. He smiled and accepted the situation at face value. He started to unzip his pants as though I was just to kneel and service him. I told him that we should take it slow and have a drink first. He pointed to the bottle of scotch on the table the plastic glasses. I poured us two healthy glasses, with ice from the ice bucket and a touch of Digger’s powder in his glass.

Before the drug took hold, he began to undress me and gently pushed my head down toward his hardening penis. He had a below average little cock and balls to match. In fact I could get all of his cock and both balls in my mouth at the same time, with no "deep throating" involved. I decided to let him have one last memory as I had with his boss. It was anticlimactic, true to his little balls, he didn’t shoot at all, just some white, watery cum dribbled out of his cock tip. He was in his drugged stupor now and it was easy to tie him to the bunk. I was careful, I took his scrotum first and only then tied off each ball and severed them. He screamed but nobody heard. I put his nuts back in their little sack and showed them to him. He winced as I hit him softly on the face with his own balls. I said, "listen little man, this is for all the kids you helped him ruin." I left him tied there and walked out of the door. Once on deck, I dropped his pathetic balls and nutsack into the sea. They barely made a ripple as they hit.

I took a crew launch to the mainland and hopped the first plane to NY and then on to Dallas.

It was evening in Dallas when I arrived, so I called Jill. We met at Hank’s and I had a huge bowl of good old Texas Chili (with chopped onions and cheese on it) and Jill had a grilled chicken salad over greens. It was a good vacation.

Respectfully submitted

Thecia