Jackie the Testicle Ripper Part Two - The Plot Thickens

Part one can be found on the below link

https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/qbNn6S8QX9


October 21st 2000

It had been two days since DS Richmond had encountered Dana as she ‘accidentally’ elbowed him in his already severely swollen balls. He had been working non stop since then tracking leads and following the evidence he had, which was sparse. It was like the testicle ripper was a phantom. A ninja who evaded the CCTV cameras that were around the areas she attacked her victims. Still burning within his gut was the feeling that the red haired woman who elbowed his balls was someone of interest. He had tried viewing the CCTV cameras from the day he encountered her but once again she wasn't to be found on any of them. It was a baffling case. One which was aging him, as he struggled to find any answers to whom it could be.

The pain from his bruised and blue balls was agony for him still. The painkillers he was taking didn't help at all. It didn't numb the pain. The emotions within him were still bubbling at the surface. He couldn't shake the shame at being caught out. He couldn't escape the fact he felt abject fear when his balls were battered relentlessly by his unknown assailant. He couldn't shake the torment of knowing he had cum from the beating he had taken. He was lost in a torrent of overthinking when the door to his office knocked and a female Detective stepped in. It was Kaci Semple. She was 30, blond and 5ft 3ins tall. She was the brightest Detective in DS Richmond's taskforce and someone he trusted completely. She was ruthless and determined in her pursuits of criminals and DS Richmond knew if anyone could help him solve this crime it was her.

‘Sorry to bother you Sir, I tried to trace the female you encountered by asking about but no one seems to remember her. I'll keep asking about Sir, but sorry it's another dead end. Sorry Sir.’ She looked remorseful, clearly she was a woman who hated not moving forward with an enquiry.

‘Thanks Detective, I appreciate you trying. Let's keep concentrating on the evidence we have, apologies for asking you to search on the basis of a hunch. Usually my gut doesn't let me down.’ DS Richmond began rubbing his brow in frustration and fatigue. Detective Semple slowly nodded in acknowledgement and closed the door quietly. As soon as she was on the other side of the door she shook her head to herself. She hated seeing her boss struggle like this. She knew he was a decent man and good at his job. This was clearly eating him up inside.

Meanwhile the other side of town Dana was painting her toenails red. Something she always did before she went out and hunted her next victim. She was naked and sat on her bed. She finished painting her toes and admired her excellent work. She grabbed her vibrator and turned it on. As she inserted it inside her pussy she began dreaming of her assault on DS Richmond's balls. She kept picturing the look of horror and pain on his face as she elbowed his balls outside the coffee shop the following day. She usually found masturbating a chore, a necessity to keep her inner wants and needs satisfied as and when the urge developed deep within her. Even after her countless assaults and castrations of guys, this only increased the pleasure she felt a little more than normal. Since her beat down on DS Richmond she had felt a pulsating increase in her sexual urgencies and needs. She found him not only attractive but the cat and mouse game she was playing was turning her on in a way she had never felt deep within before. She loved ballbusting in her boots, she loved knowing she had outsmarted and entrapped him. She loved overpowering him and showing him she had beaten him.

She cum quickly and with an insatiable need to masturbate once again. She allowed herself to recover as her nail polish dried. Once she was satisfied her orgasm had subsided and her polish was dry she began to get dressed. She had work to do and it couldn't wait any longer. She took one last look at the clock as the time approached 10pm she knew it was now or never. She dressed all in black, put on her Doc Martin boots and left the house. It was time to strike again.

Dana found her victim as he left a house in a quiet cul de sac. She followed him, keeping out of sight until he approached the city centre. It was then he made his fatal mistake. He went down an alleyway which was usually quiet and desolate late at night. She snuck up on him and before he was even aware of her being behind him the chloroform rag had been pressed hard over his face. The hemp sack was being tied to his face as he fell to the floor, unconscious and deadweight.

Before he woke up he was hogtied. His legs and arms connected but behind his back, a gag in his mouth preventing any noise escaping into the dead of night. He lay on the floor naked and frozen with his legs spread nicely for Dana. She looked down at the pitiful sight of him as she inspected his small sized cock and balls. Clearly nothing more than 3 inches when excited, Dana thought to herself. Not that him ever being erect would happen again after she was finished with him. As she stood over him she could see his body begin to shake as his head went side to side. He was awake and clearly alert now. He knew he was in danger. Now Dana was ready to administer her own fatal justice to his balls.

There was just one fatal flaw with her plan. She had no experience with removing testicles. Or keeping them intact and solid. So as she sliced open the centre of his ball sack she felt a slight tremble within her arms. The only hint of nerves so far within her reign of terror. Dana felt her victim squirm so she pressed her Doc Martin boot firmly within his back pressing him down and asserting her dominance. Dana slowly moved his testicles around to expose them to the open air. Blood was slowly slithering out of the open wound and she tried to delicately inch his balls closer to the open wound. Her victim yelped within his gag, useless and helpless and completely at Dana's mercy.

She placed Her index finger around his left testicle to feel for the epididymis. Her fingers still trembling She knew she had found her target when all of a sudden the screech of extreme pain emitted from within the gag of the victim. His body trembled then convulsed violently almost causing Dana to lose her nerve. But she shook the feeling out of her head as she slowly moved the blade of the knife closer to the target. With a bead of sweat slowly cascading down her brow she began feeling wet within her panties as she came closer to her target. Then as quick as she could she snipped the cords against the testicle and tugged it towards her. She pressed her boot into the back of the victim as he finally stopped screaming and passed out from the extreme pain she was subjecting him to.

Finally with glee and a huge smile on her face Dana moved the testicle she had just removed towards her face and admired her handiwork. She was tempted to lick it in satisfaction but she knew her DNA would be left on it, so resisted the temptation. She put the testicle into a clear plastic bag and zipped it up as she crouched down to inspect the remaining testicle. As the victim groggily came back around she cupped the ball sack which was now completely covered in blood, it looked awful but she still had a testicle to remove. As she inched her gloved fingers around the back of the right testicle to find the cords she suddenly heard the sound of frantic footsteps approaching.

She had no time to lose. Dana had a choice to make. Either make a run for it now and take the one testicle or just grip and rip, hoping for the best that it removes the remaining testicle and keeps it solid.

Dana took the latter option. She put her fingertips around the delicate testicle and pulled it hard as she turned her body around in the opposite direction of the footsteps. As the victim croaked his last breath of agonized screaming she turned triumphantly with the full intact testicle in her fingers as she slipped away into the night as silently as she had creeped up onto the victim.

Just in time it seemed as within seconds a bystander who had heard the muffled cries of the victim came into view and approached the brutal scene. It took one look from the guy who had come to the rescue of the victim to take into account the brutality of the crime, and once he had finished puking he called an ambulance.

30 minutes later.

DS Richmond was speaking to the forensics team when he was approached by Detective Kaci Semple. She looked somber as she stepped up to her boss. He looked at her and knew something was troubling her.

‘What's the latest Detective?’

She looked almost in tears as she replied.

‘He didn't make it, boss. He had a heart attack from the shock in the back of the ambulance. He was DOA at the hospital.’ Detective Semple lowered her gaze away from her boss's face.

‘Shit. I was afraid it might eventually come to this if we didn't stop her. FUCK…. Okay locate the victim’s next of kin and I'll take it from there. Could you try and see if CCTV has captured anything.’

Detective Kaci watched her troubled boss massage his temple and continue to talk to the forensic team. She walked away and went about her next tasks with a worried frown on her face.

October 22nd 2000.

Dana slipped the envelope into the mailbox and walked away. She had a spring in her step as she usually did when she had orgasmed over and over again. She passed a newsagent and stopped in horror as she saw the headline splashed across the front pages of the local newspaper.

LOCAL MAN DIES AFTER HORRIFIC ATTACK IN ALLEYWAY

Dana purchased a newspaper and walked to a quiet spot in the park to read the storyline. It was then she realised she had fucked up badly. She never intended for her victim to pass away, it wasn't ever about that. It was always about retribution, maybe not for her but for somebody who had been wronged in the past. Also the name of the victim wasn't the name of the person she thought she had attacked. She was in deep trouble and she knew it. This wasn't how it was supposed to have gone. This wasn't her intention. Now someone completely innocent had lost their life. And what for? Because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And to make matters worse, she had just mailed his testicles to DS Richmond bragging about what she had done. Taunting him for not having caught her yet. Showing off her skills at outfitting him and always being one step ahead. Now she was finally beginning to feel some sort of remorse for her actions. Finally seeing what she had done was wrong for the first time throughout the entire time she had been tormenting men and brutalizing their testicles she felt tremendous guilt.

‘Oh, shit. I've really fucked up’ she said under her breath to herself.

‘You sure fucking did this time Dana’ she heard the response, spoken so quietly it was almost a whisper within the winds of time. But she heard it. The goosebumps on her arms told her she heard it even if she didn't want to admit it. The feeling of nausea was coming fast to the surface. The fear within her body told her she was in deep, deep shit.

When she started this campaign of terror Dana knew one thing. If she ever came face to face with the person supplying her with information on her next victims, she was as good as dead.

And now the person was standing right in front of Dana, blocking her escape, blocking any chance to defend herself.

Dana was too scared to even look up. Without warning a blow struck the side of her face.

Her world went black.