Jackie the Testicle Ripper

Thus story contains castration elements and threats.

Whitechapel London October 15th 2000

Detective Superintendent Dave Richmond had a problem. A huge one. As he mopped the sweat off his brow he walked into the Royal London hospital. He went up three flights of stairs until he reached the third floor of the main block. He wasn't looking forward to this part of his job. Meeting the victim. It wasn't that he didn't care, he just knew there would be anguish and torment. He'd been in this position eleven times previously. Since January 2000 someone had been terrorising the streets of Whitechapel. It had been over 100 years since Jack the Ripper had made the streets he worked famous. Now DS Richmond knew the public would be wanting answers. Answers he couldn't give at the moment. This adversary was determined not to be caught.

For the past ten months men had been getting attacked at night. They would be kicked hard in the testicles from behind. Once grounded a sack would be tied around their heads after a makeshift gag was placed in their mouths as it happened. Then the victims would be subjected to testicle torture for a substantial amount of time before finally they had their testicles removed.

The police had no clue what the perpetrator looked like, they had no clue if they worked alone. No idea how tall they were. What ethnicity they were. All they knew was that heels were worn to inflict huge damage before the men were relieved of their balls.

As DS Richmond approached the bedside of the latest victim he could see the man weeping. As a man who grew up in a generation having to hide his feelings he hated to see such emotion being shown, but he tried to empathise. He knew how he'd feel if it was him in the same position.

"Hello Mr Dane, I know you've been through a traumatic event. But I was hoping you could give me some details of what happened. Anything you can tell me would be of great help. Any little detail you can think of, even if it feels insignificant." DS Richmond asked in a soft voice.

"What's the fucking point. This person's been out there since January and no one has any idea who the fuck it is. Why haven't you caught this bitch yet?" Mr Dane was passionately angry. Mixed with his Morphine rush he was speaking with a hoarse voice. Clearly having lost his through screaming in his gag the previous night when he was attacked.

"I'm sorry Mr Dane, we're doing the best we can. Could you please talk me through what happened last night. Leading up to the attack and then what happened. I appreciate this is difficult but the more we have to go on, the more chances we have of catching the person who did this to you."

Mr Dane nodded his head in defeat, he knew the DS was doing his job.

"I left the restaurant I worked at and walked down the alleyway to my van. It was midnight and quiet. I locked up the restaurant and was putting my bag in the back of my van. I didn't even hear a noise. No sound of footsteps. I just felt this foot slam hard into my balls. It felt like a firework exploded in my head, my balls were on fire and I went down hard hitting my head against my van bumper as I fell." DS Richmond scribbled away in his notebook. So far it followed the same Modus Operandi as the previous victims. He nodded his head to show he had written it down.

"Then I had some women's panties shoved into my mouth and a hemp sack flung over my head. It had some sort of drawstring attached to it as it was suddenly tied up tightly to my head. I could breathe through the material but my hands were suddenly cuffed behind my back preventing me from taking it off. I was dazed and confused and hadn't a clue what was happening. The whole time the person didn't make a single bit of noise. I felt my trousers and underwear being removed and some metal bar being attached to my ankles. I was lying on my back crushing my own arms. I felt this bar being lifted high in the air. My legs were suspended about two feet in the air. T-t-that's when the assault began."

DS Richmond continued to write. He looked up and asked the inevitable question. "How long roughly did the attack happen? What exactly did this person do to you before they castrated you?" He didn't want to ask but it was his duty. He sometimes wished someone else would do the interviews. It was beginning to affect him deeply.

"The whole assult lasted about 15-20 minutes. She began stomping hard on my balls. It wasn't fast or frenzied. Each blow was accurate and never missed. It was a methodical direct stomp. They never lingered but as soon as she stomped my balls her foot left my balls and was lifted again for the next strike, I couldn't see obviously, but I could sense it. I couldn't move. The pain immobilised me. It was like the wind had been taken from my body. I couldn't draw breath. I was trying desperately not to be sick. The pain in my balls was also radiating to my stomach. I could feel cramps in the pit of my stomach. I began crying, desperately trying to spit my gag out to beg her to stop. But I couldn't summon up the strength." DS Richmond was struggling to listen. It was sickening to think someone could do this to a guy randomly.

"Could you give any details of the person's footwear? Any details that would help us narrow down what they used. Any distinguishing features?" Another question he was hopeful at getting a clue from. But he knew it wouldn't help much.

"They were stiletto heels about 4in in height. I know because I felt her stroke my cock with the entire length of it before she castrated me. Like a taunt. When she kicked me I felt stockings. They were pointy toed. That's about all I can remember." DS Richmond sighed. It sounded like a common pair that would be widely available to the public. No way he could go down that route for narrowing down the suspect pool.

"Please continue with what happened next." DS Richmond was waiting to continue jotting down the notes.

"After she had stopped stomping she let go of the spreader bar. Then she began kicking my balls with the tip of her stilettos. Then she used the middle of her foot. That's when I felt the stockings. She kept doing this for about ten minutes. I don't know exactly how long because I passed out a few times and she was still kicking me when I came back round. It was barbaric. I couldn't feel my arms anymore. They had gone numb. Then I felt her start stabbing me with her heels. They were sharper than any I had ever felt before. I'm not talking about normal stilettos. These were razor sharp and thin." DS Richmond perked up. This was a breakthrough of sorts. This must narrow down the type of shoe that was used. He was feeling optimistic for the first time in ages. Mr Dane continued talking.

"Then I felt the heels penetrate through my skin. That's when she began castrating me. She just reached down and poked a bigger hole in my skin. Then I felt a bladed knife cut something. I screamed within my gag and virtually passed out. But the last thing I felt was her hand ripping out my balls. It was horrific." DS Richmond knew the sperm cords had been cut before his balls were removed. It was barbaric and it was brutal. But he knew whoever it was needed stopping.

He thanked Mr Dane and walked out of the hospital. Now he needed to try and trace the stiletto heels. It was the brightest lead he had received since the attacks began. He was determined to find the attacker and put them behind bars where they belonged.

Meanwhile as DS Richmond left the hospital he was too preoccupied to realise he was being followed. The young woman following him was 22 and had distinctive red hair. She had moved to the city from Plymouth in December 1999. She had celebrated the new year with her friends before she had been attacked by one of the guys at the party. Luckily she had managed to fight him off before he could truly do some damage and rape her. But the damage to her mentally was done. She was out for cold revenge. No guy was safe from her. Even innocent men who hadn't done anything wrong were targeted because they were alone and easy prey.

Her name was Dana. And for the past ten months she had been tormenting men by ballbusting them, then castrating them.

She was now known in the media as Jackie the Ripper; some clichés in the newspaper circles are intentional, this was riveting news.

As she followed DS Richmond down the street she noticed he had parked down a side street and was alone. She never attacked in broad daylight and she didn't intend to start now. But she wanted to see if he got her note on the windscreen of his police squad car.

DS Richmond approached his car and saw a pink envelope attached to his car. He was bemused and looked around and saw no one. As he took the note from the car he began opening it. He could see a letter inside. It was written in red ink but in block capitals to avoid handwriting analysis being useful.

'Dearest DS Richmond. I see you're having trouble locating me. Oh well, just means I get to cause more havoc at night time.
It's getting into boot season. And I love to kick balls in my many pairs. So I think I'll be enjoying myself this winter.
But don't get too worried. I might pay you a visit sometime and introduce your balls to my boot collection.
But you still won't catch me. I'm too smart. No use searching for those stilettos I used last night. I sharpened the heel myself. Comes in handy for ripping those balls out without too much effort.
Speak soon, you'll be hearing from me soon enough.
Jackie the (Testicle) Ripper.

DS Richmond was amazed. He knew this letter was real. No one knew about the attack details last night other than him, the victim and the attacker. And the victim was in no state to put this letter on his car windscreen, even if he knew where it was. And the part about the stiletto heels. How did they know he would be looking for them?

Dana watched from her hiding spot. She saw the brain trying to work out what was happening. She giggled and eventually walked away.

But one thing she was determined to do was introduce DS Richmond to her boot collection. She wasn't going to castrate him though. Not yet at least. But she wanted to prove she was too smart for him. She wanted to psychologically break and destroy him.

Her first opportunity came several nights later.

October 18th 2000

As DS Richmond left his car outside the front of his house he opened his garage door. He felt uneasy. His gut was normally never wrong. And yet he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary as he looked around. He kept his ears super sensitive to any noise out of place as he continued to open up the garage door.

Suddenly a rag was pressed over his nose and within seconds he was out like a light. The chloroform had done its magic. He hadn't seen it coming, and therefore had no way of overpowering his attacker. The suddenness of the attack had been extremely efficient.

When woke up later, he was completely suspended in the air. He had a blindfold over his eyes and a gag in his mouth. He knew without hesitation his attacker was the testicle ripper. The gut feeling was telling him.

He struggled against his restraints which made Dana aware he was now awake. She walked over to him and allowed him to hear her heels stepping on the hard flooring. She began running her fingers against his chest as she rubbed his cock slowly with her boot. She began at the tip of her boot and made sure she slowly worked her way up to the middle of her thigh where her boots ended and her fishnet stockings continued to the top of her legs. She breathed against his chest as she watched his cock rise up and grow at her gentle coaxing as she pressed her body up against him. His legs were spread perfectly for the assault she was about to inflict on his balls. But she knew for once she had to restrain herself. She wanted to toy and destroy DS Richmond over time. For her the thrill of the chase was second only to the power she felt being in full control over whether a man loses or keeps his testicles.

Dana stepped away, hoping DS Richmond remembered her little note to him the other day about using her boots. She stood back and flexed her leather boot towards his balls to ensure she had the correct distance. Once satisfied she launched a ferocious kick onto his balls. The middle of her boot right where the middle of her foot was inside them connected hard against his balls. His cock smacked hard against his chest. Dana saw DS Richmond tense up and squeal inside his gag. She smiled and had to restrain herself from giggling out loud. Normally she was focused and purely concentrating on destruction, but this time she wanted to have some fun.

She then began freely kicking DS Richmond's balls with a strong powerful rhythm with her right size 7 boot. She held back from using her full force, but used enough to let him know she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

DS Richmond felt that first blow deeply within his body. The force was deadly, the pain took several seconds to manifest itself within his brain and his balls. He felt himself tense up as he took a deep breath. It was like the wind was sucked out of him as he struggled to breathe. He heard the alien sound of him whining into his gag. He knew now this person was a woman, they in the station had kept an open mind but he had felt her ample tits press against him as she teased him prior to her kick, he knew now they were searching for a woman. He had so many thoughts going through his head but the blow she gave him just put him into survival mode. He was panicked; he was about to lose his balls like the previous victims. He prided himself at being good at his job, but this woman was always one step ahead of him. And it was pissing him off.

Suddenly he felt her kick him again, and again. The blows were strong and powerful but didn't have the same venom as the first blow. But he was moaning loudly into his gag as they all hit his sensitive balls. The rhythm she was striking his balls with gave him no respite, no ability to deal with the pain. The emotions flooding his brain made him start shedding tears. He didn't want to lose his balls, he didn't want to be an eunuch like the previous victims. If only he could have been better at his job, he would have caught this evil bitch before she got to him.

Dana was enjoying herself. She hadn't stopped landing blows to DS Richmond's balls for over ten minutes now. She had watched his balls swell up to twice their side. She never missed a single blow. She was using his balls as target practice and she knew she had been 100% accurate. She was pleased with her work so far. She watched as DS Richmond slowly lost all ability to fight mentally and then eventually lose the ability to make any kind of noise into his gag. She knew from how red the skin was on his ball sack he was struggling. His cock has shrunk as the power of her blows had taken any pleasure out of the teasing she had given him when she stroked his balls with her boots before her first kick.

She then decided to stop her kicks and have a little fun teasing him before she moved onto using her knees.

DS Richmond knew he was on the verge of passing out. The blows raining down on his balls were relentless and deadly accurate. He couldn't take much more. The burning, searing pain in his stomach was excruciating. His brain was overwhelmed with trying to fight the urge to puke. He was a slobbering teary mess inside his gag. He felt pathetic and emasculated completely.

But then she suddenly stopped. He heard her step towards him. She hadn't made a single sound from her mouth since the attack began. He felt her right boot begin stroking and rubbing his cock and balls. He could feel his balls crush against the middle of the boot that had beaten him badly. His cock began getting hard. He couldn't help it. She was expertly teasing him whilst still crushing his balls gently against her boot. He knew she had big platform rounded toe leather boots on. He wished now he didn't have such a huge boot fetish.

Dana watched in amazement at the speed in which DS Richmond began to get aroused. She was in full control of him and knew she wanted that feeling to continue. She expertly rubbed and stroked his cock as she crushed his balls against her boot. She felt his body shudder and shake in anticipation of ejaculating. But she wasn't going to let him enjoy the experience as much as her.

DS Richmond knew he was about to cum. He couldn't believe this fucking bitch was about to make him blow his load whilst holding him captive and busting his balls. Just as he was about to cum he felt her boot disappear from his cock and balls. He desperately tried reaching for her boot, almost like Stockholm syndrome. He was desperate for her boot to release his cum load. It was like he was desperate for her attention. Like he was begging her with his cock for the release he so deliriously needed.

Dana saw his cock twitch and his body hunger for her boot to help him cum. She knew then and there she had completely broken DS Richmond. He would be her little bitch forever. Especially if she had her way. Even if it was only this one night. It was now time for her to deliver the second step of her plan. Her knees to his balls.

DS Richmond was unprepared for the next part of the testicle ripper's devious plan. He was still desperately longing for the last stroke that would take his pleasure over the edge. He hadn't factored that she would begin destroying him again. He felt the knee slam into his balls before his brain could register what was happening. His cock was still rock hard and even with the blow it took him right to the edge. Then he felt fast, accurate knees begin landing against his battered balls. By now his cock was twitching uncontrollably, desperate to unload. His body was shaking with the sudden pain of the knees that were landing against his balls. He was a broken man.

Dana knew she couldn't stop until he cum. She knew she was a bitch but she was enjoying herself. This was the first time she had ever teased and tormented a guy for pleasure. The castrations before were all business. This was pure pleasure. She watched DS Richmond moan in pain and pleasure as her knees struck his balls unmercilessly. Each blow was delivered with more power than her kicks had. She knew he was beyond the point of no return. She was smiling to herself as she was about to ruin his orgasm.
She saw his cock twitch and shake and began bracing herself for his cumshot. She slowed down the speed of her knees to his balls and delivered even stronger slower blows to maximise the pain his orgasm would give him.

Then DS Richmond cum. He cum all over her thighs. He covered not only her boots but her fishnet stockings. Dana had never seen anyone cum that much. She was ecstatic with her good work. She knew she had to do this again. And specifically to this tormented man. She began wishing she had let him cum inside her for a moment. Then she realised this man wanted to stop her from doing her good work ridding men of their balls. She was momentarily dazed and confused by her intentions and her overriding pleasure. She felt wet and moist in her pussy. That had never happened before. She usually went home and pleasured herself replaying the events of the night to help herself orgasm. As she felt her pussy with her fingers she was able to pleasure herself to an intense orgasm as she watched DS Richmond's body go limp as he finally passed out.

DS Richmond felt her blows become even harder. They slowed down but it was like the testicle ripper was piledriving his balls into his throat. He couldn't help it, but he blew his load as her last strike landed into his balls. As he shot load after load her knee stayed planted hard into his battered and tormented balls. He felt like he was cumming for ages before he finally stopped. Completely spent and out of tears and even the ability to moan he knew he wouldn't be awake much longer. The last sound he heard was the sound of the testicle ripper's fingers entering her wet pussy. Darkness fell over his body completely as he fell into a long deep slumber.

DS Richmond awoke several hours later on the floor of his garage, as if he had never left it. His clothes were back on and it felt as though he had just fallen asleep on the floor. He suddenly realised he hadn't dreamed what had happened. Panic flooded his brain as he instinctively put his hands down his underwear to see if she had finished him off whilst he was asleep. Relief instantly flooded his brain as he felt his severely but still intact testicles where they should be. He slowly and sluggishly got up and went back inside the house. He crashed on the sofa, unable to muster the strength required to go upstairs and sleep in his bed. He was completely and utterly shattered, destroyed and emotionally spent.

October 19th 2000

Dana walked along the street swinging her huge handbag as she approached the centre of the city. She had a spring in her step after last night and she was looking forward to her day. As she approached her regular coffee shop for her daily flat white she noticed DS Richmond approaching from the opposite direction on the street. She couldn't miss the opportunity to have a little fun, she was in a good mood. Suddenly she drops her handbag and the contents within it spill to the ground. On cue she notices DS Richmond crouch down to help her begin picking up the contents of her bag. As they both began to slowly rise once the contents had been returned to her bag Dana made sure to accidentally elbow DS Richmond in the balls. He grunted and groaned in pain as he struggled to even rise. She apologised profusely to him for her clumsiness but secretly she was laughing inside. She was sure she had felt a boner as well. The knee boots she was wearing had done the trick. If only he knew how close he had actually been to her and her boots the night before.

What she hadn't considered though, was DS Richmond had an intuitive methodology that helped him solve many crimes in the past. His gut. And after being elbowed in his swollen balls by this seemingly innocent clumsy young redheaded woman, that gut feeling was screaming at him. In a way he had never had it scream at him before. And Dana didn't even realise she had made her first mistake.

The hunt was well and truly on.