LUCINDA STRIKES AGAIN

Serial female castrator sever's Texas motorcyle cop's scrotum in motel.

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LUCINDA STRIKES AGAIN

This is Lucinda.  I got another scrotum today.  Another big disgusting bag of balls.  It’s to
my right, sitting severed in my cooler which rests on the faux leopard skin seat cover of the
front passenger seat.  As I ride down the Texas highway I feel the hot dry late afternoon air
rush in my partially open window to temper the air conditioning and let the wind blow back
my tawny hair.  I’m free, and so is the Texas Ranger. I .liberated him from his masculinity
at 9:30 this morning.  

I’ve told you before, I’m telling you again.  I cannot, repeat cannot, tolerate balls.  I lop
them off, take the whole scrotum right off.  What an insulting bag, especially one like this,
covered in black hair, and belonging to a cop.  Besides, I’ve done him a favor.  Now he
can spread his legs farther to get on his motorcycle.  Which is just about the only thing he
can mount from here on in..

It was his own fault.  He must have been off duty, don’t know why he was in that motel
room next to mine, don’t know why he had left the venetian blinds slanted open like that so
that I could see right into his room as I rushed by on my way down to the checkout unit,
but I certainly caught site of his big male form as it lay stomach down, rump up, legs
spread and big bag already in perfect pruning position.  That slowed me right down to a
stop but I took it all in immediately, could tell he was sleeping heavily, by the slow
movement of his big back,  his long white legs had kicked down the covers in his slumber
and now the bands of  light from the morning sun splayed their venetian blind patterns all
over him and the room.

This was going to be easy, I knew.  I went right to my car and got my supplies.  I can’t
remember when was the last time I actually used them for nursing.  The lock of his door
gave way  immediately to my maneuver, I hardly needed to fiddle.  I closed the door
quietly behind me and surveyed the scene, smelled it.  Yes.  The owner of the police cycle
outside, there was his uniform draped over the chair.  No odor of alcohol.  Not drunk. 
Odor of  clean male, but I could smell the semen in those balls even from where I stood. 
My nurse’s training make all my movements quick, quiet and assured, and I waste no time
and do not hesitate.  I  sunk to my knees, opened my box, got what I wanted and went
right over to the sleeping man, and while my left hand was bringing the chloroformed rag
over both his nostrils my right was injecting his right buttock with  10 cc’s.  If he hadn’t
been asleep before, he sure was now, and totally, totally helpless.   I wouldn’t have to use
anesthetic, which is more usually the case.

I didn’t even bother to draw the blinds.  Anyone peering in would have seen a woman
dressed in black toreador pants and a pink scarf apparently giving her man a morning back
rub, and besides there was no other around save the guy in checkout as I well knew.  So I
paused to visual enjoy my prize.
 
A big, hairy plump package of testicles, c p balls ripe for the cutting.  Masculinity. 
Loppable, removable.  I cupped the big vulgar orbs in my hand.  They were coming off.  I
pulled gently down.  Uh-huh, don’t want to stretch.  No problem.  My own little trick.  Out
came another syringe, prefilled with muscle relaxant.  I found the spermatic cords and
injected each.  Yes.  The tendons lost their tension, relaxed, loosened and lengthened.  As
they surrendered  the heavy burden, I felt the twinge inside my canal, the first stirring of
my little bud..

These balls were going to get so cut off.  I cannot tolerate the site of them attached like
that, they just roll and hang down like they should come off.  They should.  They all
should come off.   Well, these would, vulgar and insulting on the male, captured trophy
off.

I was ready.  I reached into my bag and found my castration device.  I had it specially
made.  There is no other quite like it.  As soon as my fingers; touched it I had my first mini
orgasm, felt the canal spasm open and moisten.  The loop slipped up over the helpless
scrotum and I released the lever.  Mantrap!  No way out, balls captured, about to be
neutered..  As always, the sight of about to be severed scrotum sent me over the edge and I
gasped at the intensity of the orgasmic waves shooting up inside me,.but still managed to
find my piano wire and with skilled hands but blurring eyes I triple looped it loosely around
and underneath the snapped shut trapping band of my device.  My trusty little porcelain
bowl  and plastic baggy were eagerly awaiting yet another plop of defeated male prize, the
bowl can’t get enough of them, has received hundred of them, young men and old, but I
knew it was awaiting Texas  Trophies with very special eagerness, big cop balls, and I
looked up at the ceiling, my eyes fluttered up, I held the piano wire up and I yanked my
hands apart in opposite directions abruptly and ferociously and with orgasmic contempt
and shivering release heard the pitiful yet somehow powerful muted magical plop  of an
entire scrotum  with its severed balls signally the end of masculinity once again.

Neutered, I neutered him, unmated him, uncopped him, unprouded him, unbolded him,
unbraved him, unstronged him, unconfidented him, unerected him, unatttuded him
unmuscularized..him, unasserted him, unmanned him, unheritaged him.

He had no balls, they were off, off, off..

Recovered now, I gathered up my plastic baggied prize and put it away. The elastrator
band held his little neutered gap shut and I completely released my device.  Before I left the
room, I put a little perfumed note on his pillow: It read::

“You don’t have any balls, do you?”  ..

So now  I drive through Texas without a care in the world.  Do you want to know why I
do it?  Do you really want to know?  If you lean in really close I’ll tell you.  it’s not
complicated it is so, so simple.  So pure.  Yes, that right, I’ll whisper it in your ear.  

Shhh...

I cut their balls off to humiliate them.

Forever.

Chiao for now, you’ll hear from me again, don’t worry.




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