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Caroline Springs (Part 5)

 Alex had her father's testicles in her hands. She slowly applied pressure, squeezing the slippery orbs inside his scrotum.

Phil, barely conscious, felt an increasing pain that travelled from his groin up to his belly. He emitted a low continuous groan and attempted to protect his genitals with his hands. The girls had them pinned as he struggled.

Alex continued her assault. She had Phil's ball sack stretched almost to his knees. This time she pulled on her father's scrotum side to side. His penis flailed like a rubber hose from one side to the other. 

Phil gurgled and sounded to choke. He was coming to and opened his eyes to a horrific sight. He saw his daughter, Alex,  pulling on his balls. Haley stood to one side, wide-eyed. He couldn't move his arms because a girl was each standing on his outstretched arms.

The pain in his groin was unbearable. It felt as if his insides were being pulled out through his sack.

"STOOOP!" He had a curdled yell.

The neighbor girls simultaneously screamed in shock and jumped off Phil's arms. They both ran out through the back door. 

Haley, startled by her father's response, bolted away from the scene and ran to the front door.

Alex remained strangely calm. She still had her father by the balls. But her confidence was quickly shattered as her father's muscular hands grabbed her by the wrists. 

The pressure was unbearable. She thought her arms would break like twigs from her fathers grasp. She let go off his balls and attempted to pull away.

Phil, even in his awkward position, was able to shimmy his buttocks down to the living room floor, and twist himself up onto a kneeling position, all the while having his daughters skinny wrists in his vice like grip.

Alex was now truly fearful. Her father had fiery glazed eyes staring at her. He was snarling. Drool dripped from his mouth.

Phil got up slowly on his feet. He lifted Alex by her wrists straight up in the air. She dangled helplessly and tried to wriggle herself free. He was too powerful and too big.

Alex eyed her father's dangling genitals. His penis swung between his legs. His balls, now completely retracted from pain, bulged like tight pouches the size of tomatoes.

Alex kicked forward, aiming for her father's balls. But Phil was ready. He twisted his hips side ways and raised his right thigh. The only part she hit was the side of his muscular thigh.

She tried again, but before she can connect, Phil swung her like a rag doll and threw her over the kitchen counter.

She landed on the kitchen floor. Her buttocks sent electrical shocks up and down her spine. She sat there, stunned, and waited for further punishment.

Minutes passed. She slowly got up and saw the house was empty. 

She limped towards the front door. When she was at the foot of the stairs, she saw a figure at the top. It was her father. He was already clothed in a tight white shirt and loose gym shorts. His eyes were still red with anger.

"You fucking little pig," he muttered. "I'm going to kill you!"

She couldn't beat him. All her bravado and knowledge of men's supposed weaknesses proved useless. She was simply too small and too weak.

She ran through the door between their kitchen and garage.

Phil quickly followed his daughter. He swung the door open to the bright headlights of what appeared to be his wife's car.

He stood there for a minute.

He saw several figures in front of the car's long beams. His eyes focused. His wife and two daughters were in the middle of a pack of at least a dozen women and girls.

"What the fuck is the meaning this?" he yelled. He leaned forwards but before he could make a step a red laser beam appeared from a weapon drawn by a shadowy figure.

"One more step and I put a bullet through your balls then through your head," it was a woman wearing a police uniform.

He looked down and saw what she was aiming for.

"Whoa!" he raised in arms and stepped back. 

"Stay where you are," he heard his wife yell. He froze. The laser was still aimed at his groin.

Several women and girls entered the garage. There were at least a dozen of them. Five were young girls, including her two daughters. The rest were older. He recognized some of the women were his neighbors. 

Behind him he heard the door shut and locked from within. There were footsteps behind him. Someone pressed a button and the garage door slid shut.

It was a two-car garage lit by a slip of fluorescent light. There were shelves on one side with various tools and implements lying on top. On a ceiling beam hung a sturdy rack with a set of pulleys and rope to haul heavy storage out of the way.

"Please tell me what's going on..." Phil muttered.

"You are not allowed to speak!" a voice barked behind him.

Phil was about to turn his head towards him when his eyes exploded with bright stars. He fell to the ground on his knees. He soon realized he was punched in the face.

...........

The elder women were there, summoned by a flurry of texts and messages from Haley and her friends. A plan was quickly made. 

The elders decided that Haley was ready for her first challenge. She protested. She was truly afraid of her father's strength.

A debate started between Haley, her mother, and the other women. It went on for a few minutes.

Phil looked up and around. He was surrounded. He was dazed and confused. Was he still drunk? Was he drugged?

He heard conversations that did not make sense. It was about rules of a fight.

"I claim him!" Alex yelled. The garage went silent.

"You are not ready. I will do it," Claire exclaimed.

"Your daughter should claim him. This is essential for her training," the oldest woman answered.

"I am ready," Alex stared at her father who looked less confused. A bright red laser dot was still aimed at his crotch.

"What makes you so confident," Haley asked her sister.

"I know every man and his weakness. I have proven this tonight. I was able to grab dad by his balls and made him feel pain," Alex continued. "I will beat him in a fight, I wont even have to hit him in his balls!"

Everyone was impressed by her response.

"Be that as it may, this session serves to build your spirit and teach the young ones," the gray-haired lady said. 

She then turned to the still confused Phil, "I bestow you 10 minutes of a fight free of any form of genital punishment. Should you win, you may leave freely."

"Old hag, I don't intend to lose to a my little pig daughter," Phil answered.

The women stepped away, leaving Phil and Alex in the center of the garage.

"Begin!" someone yelled.

Phil stood up in all his glory. He was more than a foot taller than his daughter whose head barely reached his chest. He inhaled and filled his muscular chest with air. His pectoral muscles were clearly defined under his tight shirt. His biceps were mounds when he flexed. His flat and muscular stomach still had a dull ache, a reminder of his still sore balls. He was wearing loose shorts. He was barefoot.

"Alex, you have to listen to daddy. I wouldn't hurt you if you listen to me. Stop this now and tell these women who the boss is in this family," he said.

Alex ignored most of her dad's words. She was busy scanning the room for items and scanning her father for weaknesses. Her father was a mountain of muscle. She is regretting her decision to show off. His penis and balls were large and visibly flopping in his shorts. They were inviting targets.

"Dad...I'm sorry. This wasn't my idea. Please forgive me," Alex was almost in tears.

Phil felt a twinge of paternal instinct. His daughter was brainwashed by his pig wife.

Alex raised her arms. Phil lowered his defenses and walked towards his daughter, stooping down to pick her up in an embrace.

When Alex was close enough to her, she reared her arms and quickly sliced her hands towards Phil. She violently poked Phil on each eye with her outstretched fingers. 

Phil screamed in pain. He covered his eyes with both hands. He was blind with bright sparks and tears. 

"You fucking bitch," he screamed.

Meanwhile, Alex was already on the move. Phil stood blind in the middle of the garage. She walked around about 6 feet behind him and had a running start. When she was close enough she jumped into the air and with her right leg straight up and out, she aimed for the back of her father's neck. Her rubber-soled heel hit its mark.

Phil felt a jolt run from his neck down to his tail bone. His body instantly turned limp. He fell on his knees hard on the concrete with a bone-crunching thud. Still blind from the first attack, he stretched his arms out to hold onto something for balance.

The crowd of women gasped. Claire was so proud of her daughter's tactics. 

"9 minutes," the oldest female announce the remaining time.

Phil, blinded with tears and pain, on his aching knees, swung his fists around hoping to make contact with his attacker.

Alex knew to stay as far away from her strong father. She knew she would have little chance of winning if her father grabs her. She is biding her time, waiting for her chance to put him down, the way she preferred it.

She walked and positioned herself directly behind him. He was still on his knees. he was strangely mute, but breathing hard. They were now the same height.  She stepped between his feet, raised both of her arms above her head, and clasped her hands together. She jumped a few feet straight up, then hammered her fists down, aiming for the same spot on her father's spine.

The ladies heard a soft crack. Phil teetered for a few seconds. His arms fell on his sides. He then collapsed face down, straight onto the cold concrete. 

Phil was semiconscious. His face, nose, and lips were right smack on the floor. He let out a gurgling cough that splattered blood on the floor, around his face. His body started convulsing. His arms and legs flapped around like fish out of water. 

Alex was shocked seeing how this big man could be beaten easily. She was also worried that she may have killed him. That was not part of her plan. She wanted, more than anything, to harvest a live specimen.

The garage was silent except for Phil's croaking sounds and heavy breathing.  

"5 minutes..."

The announcement snapped everyone from their stunned silence. Even Phil started to come to and mumbled..."Wha fckk hppns?' he slurred.

He felt his arms and legs come back to life. He pushed himself up to his elbows and knees. He saw blood and teeth on the ground. He felt around his mouth with his tongue to discover he lost some. His lips felt fat. His whole face was heavy and throbbing. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth. He raised his head and looked around, His eyes were blurry but he recognized his daughter's form standing a few feet away.

Alex was instantly intimidated. Her father was now slowly rising on his feet. His face was battered. Blood soaked his tight white shirt. But she saw that his strength was returning. 

In the middle of this pack of women, he stood. His muscly arms were now flexed up in a fighting stance. His feet were planted shoulder wide, keeping himself steady.

"Sunovabitch," he growled at her direction.  

"3 minutes..."

Her confidence started to wane. Her strapping father was too strong. And she couldn't hit his genitals. He was bouncing like a boxer, waiting for her to come closer.

Then she realized her father could barely make a step. She scanned down and saw both of his knees were blue and were the size of grapefruit. 

"His knees are busted!" she exclaimed silently.

To prove her point she ran a half circle around. He gingerly turned, following her movement, but grimaced when he tried to step towards her.

Phil knew his knees were broken. Every second he is up is excruciating. But he tried to hide his pain.

But Alex already knew. She began to run circles around Phil. Occasionally coming closer to land a punch or a kick, but always quick enough to escape his attacks.

Alex picked her spots. She couldn't target her father's front. She aimed for his kidneys. The small of his back. She landed a few kicks to his calves.

Phil punched around blindly, trying to connect with his daughter. He was now dripping with sweat and blood. His shirt was completely soaked and now pink in color. His loose gym shorts were wet with perspiration between his ass cheeks. They started to sag in the back, the top of his butt crack was now visible.

Phil felt his shirt was now restricting his moves. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and made an effort to pull it off as quickly as he can.

Big mistake. He didn't know the full extent of his injury. He couldn't pull his shirt off completely because his arms couldn't go up any higher than his shoulders without causing shooting pains. His entire head was now enwrapped by his bloody shirt. He bent over forward, backwards, and side-to-side, in his efforts to free himself from his shirt.

"1 minute..."

Alex saw her father struggling. It was comical to see his muscular frame almost dancing. His gym shorts were now down exposing top half of his muscular buttocks. His large bulge in the front was preventing his shorts from completely slipping off.  His chest hair was bloody. His dark pubic hair was now visible just above the garter. His long penis was outlined under the thick material. His large balls flopped around whenever he gyrated.

Alex scanned the garage and found what she wanted. She then ran around her father and stood directly behind him.

She then grabbed the legs of his shorts and yanked them down to his ankles.

The crowd made a collective gasp. Most everyone in the coven were curious to see whats underneath Phil's trousers. And they weren't disappointed.

Phil's cock and balls flopped out and swayed heavily in front of the women. He had a long uncircumcised penis, its head was covered by a long foreskin. His balls were the size of small lemons and hung loosely in his scrotum, almost halfway down his knees.

Phil didn't know what happened. He felt a cool breeze on his genitals. He stood straight up, shirt still around his head, his arms still hanging in midair, trapped by the stiff sleeves. He tried to lower his arms to cover his manhood.

"You cannot hit his manhood for time is not up!" the elder reminded.

Alex looked at the old lady and said, "but in 10 seconds, it is mine."

Phil heard this and doubled his effort. He shimmied his arms up back into the shirt sleeves and tried to pull down his shirt from his face. He scurried forwards, one painful step at a time, away from his daughter.

Finally, his shirt was off his face and his arms were free. His blurry eyes started to focus...

"Time!"

Alex stood directly in front of Phil's half naked body. His shorts were still around his ankles. His half-bloodied shirt hung tightly around his muscular chest barely covering his belly. His penis and balls hung like big targets.

Phil screamed "Waiiiiittt!"

Alex was like a lioness onto her prey. This time she reached down with her left hand and grabbed him by the neck of his scrotum and pulled his balls out and away from his body towards her balled right fist. She was able to repeatedly pummel his testicles four, five times, before he felt the pain travel from his crushed genitals to his lower belly and rectum. 

Phil howled in pain. She let his balls go. Phil immediately grabbed them with both hands in pain. He bent over in pain and shuffled backwards.

Alex saw her opportunity. She aimed for his swollen nose. Her right fist hit bone. His head flew backwards. Blood splattered. But Phil still held his genitals tight.

Alex punched him in the right eye. He was instantly blind from pain. He continued to shuffle away from his daughter. The shorts around his ankles and the wet floor toppled his big muscular body. He fell backwards on his buttocks and sat there, sobbing. He had both hands on his package. 

This irritated Alex. She reared her right leg and kicked up, hitting her father between his eyes.

Phil collapsed. He was already unconscious when the back of his head hit the ground. 

The circle of women came closer to his body. Alex stood by his feet.

This big man was brought down by a little teenager. Even when the first ten minutes did not have any genital punishment

Alex surveyed her prey. Her father's face was battered. His right eye was swollen shut and red. His nose bridge was surely broken. Blood clots covered his nostrils. His upper lip was twice its normal size. He was breathing through his open mouth. He has lost two of his upper incisors. His shirt clung tightly around his muscular chest. His hairy belly was heaving in breaths. A treasure trail of hair directed her gaze to her father's large cock that lay limp on his lower belly. His scrotum, which were once loose, now hung tight, closer to his body. The balls within looked like large eggs. His knees were purple. He feet were covered with sweat and blood.

"Congratulations! The woman has vanquished the lesser!" the eldest said proudly.

"You have earned the right to collect your trophy." she continued.

Alex whispered a command to her friend, Shiela. Shiela took off into the house.

"I would request the aide of my close friends towards this," Alex said.

The elders consented.

Shiela came back into the garage with a familiar box.

Alex gathered her three friends and gave out instructions.

Alex walked towards hr father's feet, grabbed his shorts and pulled them completely off. He was now naked from the waist down.

Shiela and Abby each grabbed shears from the tanning box and made easy work of Phil's shirt.

Alex and Tracy then grabbed onto Phil's left ankle and foot, while Shiela and Abby grabbed onto to his right. They pulled his heavy body to the center of the garage. Alex then instructed the girls to spread his arms and legs. 

Phil now lay there with his arms and legs splayed wide.  Alex walked towards one wall where switches were located and pressed a button. A whirring sound came from above. The girls looked up the garage ceiling and waited for four dangling ropes on a pulley system reach the ground.

When there was enough slack on each rope, each girl grabbed an end of one rope and securely tied Phil by his wrists and ankles.

Alex instructed Abby to press another button. A metallic winch made a purring sound. The ropes started to move sideways, pulling onto each of Phil's extremities, spreading them farther apart.  Phil's naked body was now grotesquely splayed. His thighs were pulled apart likely a ballet dancer's split. His cock and balls now hung between his thighs.  Alex made his way between his father's thighs and raised her right arm, like a conductor.

When the ropes couldn't stretch any further, a second mechanical hum shifted a gear. The ropes now pulled upwards, slowly lifting Phil's naked body by his arms end legs. His torso and pelvis were heavy and sagged below his outstretched arms and legs. Sounds from crackling bones and ligaments were audible. 

"Enough." Alex commanded, waving her right arm to stop the process.

He was in position. Phil was up in the air. Naked. Legs splayed wide. He was raised up to the height of Alex's mid belly. Phil's cock and balls hung directly in front. She stood right between his thighs. Her friends gathered their implements. 

Abby walked to a nearby sink and run the tap to fill a bucket halfway with cold water. She walked next to Phil's hanging head and emptied the container onto his face.

Phil regained consciousness with gurgling noises. He half-swallowed and half-choked. He lifted his head and and looked around. He tried to move but realized he was a captive. He looked down towards his legs and saw, in horror, his daughter staring back. 

"Aaar, aar, aar!" he mewled like a trapped animal.

Indeed. 

Alex, like a young lioness, was hungry and ready for her first kill.

(Final chapter next...)

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Caroline Springs (Part 4)

Shiela, Tracy, and Abby walked in through the open backdoor. Earlier, they heard a commotion, a man screaming, followed by a dull thud.

All three looked barely 14 years old, all small for their age, the tallest only 5'3". They are part of a local coven of young adults and teenaged girls who are in different stages of their training. Although all 5 of them have spent weeks of lessons, none of them are full-fledged and are considered novices until they get their chance to subdue an adult male in combat.

***

Shiela just turned 18 two weeks ago. She is half-Filipino. Her white father, Steve, already had his day in the women's arena a few years ago but she missed the event. Her mother, Eva, handily beat him to a pulp using arnis sticks. She wasn't there but she was able to see everything on DVD. He was tied upside down and spread-eagled, like most of the men after each fight. She watched her mother slice her father's nutsack with a scalpel. It was bloody and messy. He screamed like a gutted pig and violently pulled on his shackles and bucked his hips, attempting to dislodge his attacker. One swift kick to the side of his head from her mother silenced him and made him unconscious.

Her father's balls were as large as a grapefruit. She had seen them several times, they were usually averaged-size, compared to ones she has seen in the internet, but the beating he received caused them to swell and discolor. 

A camera attached to ceiling documented the best view of what happened next. Her mother had both hands holding on to the sliced scrotum and started to rip the wound wide open. She tugged and tugged until she was satisfied she had enough working space for her task.  A globe of black red congealed blood was revealed. She use both hands to break apart the hematoma, feeling for the testicular contents in it. Pieces of jelly and tissue plopped down onto his open mouth and eyes. His orbs came into view after a few minutes of manipulation. She cleared as much of the blood as she can. 

Visible for the camera and to the audience are his pale pink testicles. She pulled on each orb gently, each the size of a small chicken egg, and identified their connecting tissues. She stretched each organ from out of his sac to the limits of their cord. She gave each a gentle squeeze. The right ball is misshapen. There was a split in the capsule holding this ball. She released his exposed balls. They hung like ornaments from his wrecked sac down to his belly button. 

Shiela found it amusing as the cords of each orb started to recoil, pulling the balls up towards his sac.

Her mother chose her trophy.

The audience had a collective gasp as Eva grabbed on to his right ball and pulled it away from his body.  He was still unconscious but he emitted a low groan in response to this deep pain. The cord stretched a whole foot until it can withstand the pressure no longer. His right testicle was now completely detached. Eva raised her arm for everyone to see this round flesh on her open palm.

There was a booming applause from the audience. Then the video turned to black.

Her father only lost one ball that day. His torn sac was repaired. His left ball is apparently reserved for her when she turns 21 AND if she is able to beat her father in the ring.

Her father has become more subservient. He still works as a city councillor, a token male in a local government ruled by women.

***

Tracy, 14, and Abby, 16, are sisters. Their mother, Sarah, has introduced them to the organization, but is still hesitant to have them fight in the ring because of their diminutive size. Abby was 5'1" and Tracy was barely 5'. 

Their father, Casey, left them when they were very young. At least that's what their mother told them. He was apparently very violent and abusive. He was big man, muscular and strong, and played in a rugby league. 

But Abby suspects she knows the truth.

Abby remembers the weekend he supposedly left. The whole family went on a camping trip at the Yarra. Abby was 7 years old then and had a fair recollection of some of the events that weekend. Tracy had none.

She remembers going deep into the bush. Her father pitched two tents about 15 feet apart, separated by the beginnings of a bonfire. She remembers her mother plying alcohol to her father.

As the day progressed, her father became more drunk. And more verbally abusive until he crawled into the tent and started snoring.

Her mother gathered them into the other tent and instructed them not to get out no matter what they heard.  After a long time, she heard noises outside. Tracy fell asleep. Abby lay on her belly and quietly unzipped the opening of tent, just wide enough so she can see.

There was another woman, she was big, like a sumo wrestler, and tall. She and her mother were having a hushed and tense conversation.

It was in the mid afternoon. The bright sun dappled through the leaves. Abby saw the big lady enter the tent where her father slept. There were slapping noises. She thought she heard her father yell. More slapping noises, sounds of tearing fabric, then silence. He mother just stood outside the tent, occasionally looking back at her daughters' tent. She did not know Abby was watching.

The sumo lady emerged from her father's tent. Her hair was disheveled and she was breathing hard. She gave some instructions to her mother who then ran in the direction of their parked car.

The lady then went on her knees and entered the tent halfway. She could hear her grunt heavily as she slowly emerged backwards from the tent. She was pulling on something heavy. Abby could only see her large behind. 

The big lady started to get up from her kneeling position, her back still towards Abby. She slowly stood up to her full height and turned.

She gasped at the sight. She had her father in her arms in what she now knows is a full nelson hold, thanks to her wrestling lessons. Her father was about 6' tall. The sumo lady was probably half a foot taller and two bodies wider. 

Her father was barely awake but continued to struggle. She could clearly see the punishment the big lady must have given him in the tent. She couldn't believe that her strong and muscular father could be overwhelmed by a plump woman. She stretched up to her full height, lifting her father's feet off the ground.

There was a bloody patch of scalp when there used to be hair just above his right ear. His right eye appeared swollen shut. He had bloody drool dripping off on one side of his mouth. His left ear appeared either torn or mangled.

His shirt is torn in the front, exposing welts scratches on visible skin.

Abby slowly scanned down. His torn shirt flapped in the breeze. She saw her fathers muscular chest have been scratched bloody. His left nipple was bleeding. She followed the red blood forming a distinct line down the middle of his muscular belly. His dark treasure trail of belly hair appeared matted with blood.

She scanned further down and followed where his belly hair entered the top of his camo hiking shorts. She noticed the front belt loops were torn. His father's leather belt, completely undone, hung loosely, to one side. The top button of his shorts was gone.  The front of his shorts revealed a large bulge. Although she has never seen her father naked, she has seen him in his Speedos. She remembers her father sporting a fat penis and large balls in them.

His shorts was wet, not blood, but she thought may have been urine. The inseam of the left leg was torn from hem to somewhere higher.

He started flexing his muscular thighs and kick out in an attempt to dislodge his captor's hold. 

Abby saw her father's genitals for the first time then. The tear in his shorts extended up to the fly. He wasn't wearing underwear. His testicles plopped out of the torn leg of his short and bounced like balls in a bag with his every movement.

The big lady groaned and applied more pressure. Abby saw her father's neck bend forward, his chin now touching his chest. He swayed his hip from side-to-side in protest. His shorts slowly travelled down his flailing legs, down to the ground, finally revealing to Abby, her father's cock in all its glory. 

His penis was long and pink, uncircumcised, and flapped from side to side. His balls hung low but she noticed them rolling up, the skin getting tighter, as if his body wants to hide its contents.

He was getting tired but so was she. In one desperate attempt, he kicked his left heel backwards hitting her squarely at her shin. She yelled in pain and involuntarily relaxed her hold. He took advantage of this. He raised both his arms and wriggled himself free.

Both of then fell on their buttocks. Surprisingly, the big lady was up on her legs like a cat within seconds. Her father, still hurting and dazed, tried to crawl away from his attacker towards her tent.

He was on all fours. His eyes made contact with Abby's eyes. He knew she was watching. 

"Abby, help me!" her father yelped. He was able to crawl to just about two feet from where she lay.

And for a strange reason, she was frozen. She felt no urgency to help. She was almost happy just watching. And she did. She unzipped the front of her tent all the way up to see everything.

The big lady was already standing behind her father. He was on his elbows and knees. She looked at Abby. Without saying a word, she understood that she was in a class. She is being taught an important lesson.

The big lady knew to pick the softest targets. She knelt on one knee and grabbed her father's dangling testicles from behind with both hands and pulled them back and up. Her father screamed in agony and tried to clamp his muscular thighs. 

But the big lady was ready. She increased the pressure in her grip and pulled up, stretching his ballsack back and upwards between his muscular ass cheeks.

Her father was being lifted by the balls. His legs were now splayed open, bent at both knees. His buttocks are up in the air. Abby wanted to see more so she stepped outside the tent and walked to side. She wanted a full view of her father's cock as it was being punished.

The big lady, with her father's balls still in her grip, started to stand up. 

"Aiee! Aiee! Aiee!" he yelled, continuously. 

She has never heard her father in that octave before. He sounded like a yipping dog.

She was  now completely up. Each hand contained one testicle under her murderous grip. Abby saw skin ooze out from between her fingers. His scrotum stretched and its pink color became red where it connected to his body. His penis pointed upwards, towards his feet, being dragged by his stretching balls.  His legs were bent at the knees and made useless kicks every few seconds. He was still on his elbows. His head swung left and right as he cried and protested.

She was amused and giggled a bit. Her father's position reminded her of an upside down frog. He was completely helpless.

The big lady knew what was in Abby's mind.

"Go ahead," she said.

Abby stepped closer, next to the big lady, and reached out with both hands. It was her first penis.  She held it first by the foreskin, almost afraid it may bite. She felt the head underneath. She then grabbed on the entire length of the shaft with both hands and squeezed. She thought it felt spongy. She continued to squeeze his penis and an amazing thing happened. It elongated and became harder. The hood also started to retract. This fascinated her. She used her right hand, keeping her left gripping him midshaft, and pulled his foreskin down. It slid down revealing a large head, like a mushroom, pink and moist. She pulled until the head revealed a groove, like neck encircling the head. She grabbed him again with both hands. He was long and fat. Her hands could not enclose his entire length or girth. He was now fully erect. It was at least 20 cm, she remembers.

Sticky liquid started to leak from his pee hole. Abby now knows this was a natural thing, but she also knows that her father was injured as blood-streaked goo dripped from the tip. 

His protests became louder. His kicks became stronger and connected. Abby was hit by her father's knee on her head. She dropped to the ground. She sat there shocked and dazed.

The big lady was angered. She released him. He dropped to the ground and immediately clutched his groin. His body went into a fetal position, on his back with the knees folded onto his chest. 

Abby saw the big lady kneel next to her dad's head. She pummeled him in the face with her fat fists.

Her father raised his arms to protect his face. He straightened both legs attempting to get up. 

She stood up and stepped above him. She made a short jump then landed her full weight on his chest. Her buttocks were huge.They spread from his chest and covered his mouth and nose, almost suffocating him. She tucked his flailing arms to his sides, trapping them with her huge thighs. She was facing his crotch. 

He tried to wriggle free to no avail. She grabbed his left ankle and pulled it closer. His leg was being stretched to its limit. She tucked his ankle under her left armpit. 

Abby, still dazed, remembers her father's obscene position. She sat a few feet away from her father, where she landed, between his legs. She has a perfect view of his genitals. He was splayed open. His balls and penis dangled between the V of his spread-eagled legs.

The big girl knew what she was doing. She reached down with her right hand and cupped his balls as if confirming her target. She formed a fist with her right hand then hammered down. Her fist connected to the center of his scrotum. 

Abby heard the now familiar slapping sound. He had a muffled scream.

The big girl again raised her fist and hammered down. This time she picked his right ball. He screamed in agony.

She changed tactics. She grabbed his penis near the base and twisted. It was semi erect. She pulled his penis up as she continued to twist. 

He was delirious in pain. 

His penis engorged to its full length, not because of lust, but because of injury. It jutted nearly 90 degrees upwards, pointing to the dappled leaves.

She again changed tactic. She tugged on his scrotum to isolate his right ball. Once she had his right orb, she applied pressure, squeezing it between her thumb and fingers.

His hips bucked. He screamed under her fat buttocks.

She new that men's testicles are tough and difficult to break, but she's an expert. His testicle was changing hue from pink to purple.

Abby was seeing everything, but she was starting to get dizzy. She remembers the beating of her father's genitals. But what she found amazing was the size of his erection during the beating. His penis stood, like a purple branch. Its head was large and knob-like. Bloody cream oozed from the pee hole.

The big lady switched her style, but stayed on his right ball. She punched it head on. This time the sound became low thuds. She would pause to feel the contents of his right sack. She was annoyed that it felt intact.

"Stop!" Abby weakly said.

"We do not stop, " the big lady answered.

With this, the big lady grabbed his hard penis and pulled. This lifted his hip up. His right leg folded. She released her hold on his penis and quickly tucked his right ankle under her right armpit. 

He is fully spladled. His genitals were right where she wanted them.

With her right hand, she held onto his erect penis by its neck, just under the bulbous head. She pulled it up and away, pointing towards his rectum. 

"Abby!" the big lady knew her name. "We only stop when men stop. And they stop when they're broken."

With his erect penis folded towards his buttocks in her right had, she started to twisting motion, like opening a bottle cap. 

"All men have been cursed by nature to have one weakness. And this is our blessing. Learn their weakness and never be afraid," she said.

With that, she made a fist with her left hand and aimed. She punched him directly at the base of his erect penis. The shaft resisted. She kept at it. Twisting the penis with her right hand, she punched him full force, again and again at the base of his penis. He was in an out of consciousness.

"It is when they're strongest when they can be easily broken."

27 hits was her record. She wanted to break it. She was up to 24. This time she switched fists. Her left hand gripped his knob and pulled his penis pointing towards the sky. She clenched her right fist and aimed for the point where the penis connected to the body.

"25!" she yelled.

Abby thought she heard something break, something like when knuckles pop.

The big lady released his penis and inspected her work. It became floppy. It fractured right at its root. Immediately, the base of the penis swelled up with blood underneath the skin. She squeezed his penis like a toothpaste tube. Blood squirted in pulses from his pee hole. She released his legs. They landed on the ground like limp noodles. His penis still stood straight up, propped by an expanding cuff of blood around his shaft.

Her job was done. She stood up and looked behind her. He was not moving and may have choked under her fat ass.

Abby was in shock and was frozen. The big sumo lady lifted and carried her into her tent. Tracy was still asleep. She lay next to her and shut her eyes. She heard the lady zip the tent shut. She heard her grunting as she dragged his father's body. She actually heard her father cry out. He was still alive, after all.

She then fell asleep.

The next day, her mother was making breakfast. Tracy was already awake and inspecting flowers nearby. 

"Where's dad," she asked.

"Don't worry about him. He went away. It'll be better now, just us girls," her mom answered.

From a distance she saw someone familiar. It was the sumo lady. She was with a group of other women.

"Mom, who's that?" she asked.

"They're just hikers," she replied, "We don't know them."

"Alright, young ladies, time for breakfast!" her mom was frying up something that smells nice, "we have eggs and breakfast sausage."

The girls found their seats around a folding table. Their mother walked over with a plate full of meat.

She set it on the center of the table. There were eggs, potatoes, tomatoes. But next to these was a well-cooked sausage, a kind she has not seen before. And there were two oval-shaped meat the size of large tomatoes, also browned evenly. 

"Mom?" she asked.

"These are organic sausage and dumplings. I am sure you will like them," she replied.

Her mother used her fork and stabbed the sausage on one end, in a groove-like neck connecting a  mushroom-shaped tip. 

Abby thought it looked familiar. It's about 20 cm long. 

"Mom, can I have that end?" she pointed at the knob.

Her mother slowly sliced the sausage on its neck. Once the whole head was free, Abby grabbed it with her fingers and closely inspected it. It was large, like a small apple. There were tubes on one side and a slit on the other. She bit on it. It was chewy. She spit it on her plate.

"Is everything ok?" her mom asked.

"Yes, it's too big." she replied.

With that, her mom sliced the knobbed end into small pieces with her sharp knife.

"You'll find the dumplings tender." her mom said, "I hammered them with a mallet."

Tracy and Abby each had one. Abby took a bite off of it. It was gristly and had a salty musty flavor. But she quickly found it tasty. She devoured the now sliced up sausage. Her mother and sister shared the rest.

"Mom, what happened to dad," she asked that night, while they lay under the stars.

"That will be a story for another day," her mom replied.

"Did you like breakfast today," she asked.

Abby nodded.

"Good, I think this will be a part of our diet now." her mom said.

Indeed. The girls had the this type of sausage and dumplings every year, during birthdays and Easter.

***

Each of the three girls came responding to Haley's text. It was a call for help. They did not know what to expect when they walked in.

It was certainly an unexpected sight. Haley was at the top of the flight of steps, her eyes fixed at a figure laying at the bottom of the stairs. There was a grown man unmoving. His head and shoulders rested on the living room floor while the rest of his body laid on the steps. His right arm was above his head. His left lay between his legs. His legs were spread apart.

The visitors initially thought a burglar or a rapist broke into the Dunphy's home.

The man hung on the stairs, the lower half of his body rested on the higher steps, elevated above his head. He was half naked, wearing blue boxer shorts, a tear visible on the waist band. His bulge appeared large but it was slightly covered by his left hand. He was muscular, lean, and hairy in parts. His chest was covered in soft brownish hair. His belly had a line of dark fuzz from his belly to the area underneath his shorts. He was heaving his breaths. He appeared unconscious but in pain.

They focused on his face. It was Mr. Dunphy!  All three stood stunned and did not know how to proceed.

"What happened?" Tracy asked.

Shiela found the light switch. Bright fluorescent lights illuminated the room.

Mr Dunphy had his eyes closed. A small river of blood started to run from his left temple where skin was torn.

The bright light revealed his muscular figure that terrified the three neighbors, but also excited them.

"We killed him!" Haley was shaking.

They saw Alex sit on the step between his spread-eagled legs.

"He's not dead," Alex replied as she reached down with her left hand.

The others stood transfixed.

Alex grabbed the right leg of her father's shorts and hiked it up violently towards his belly. She tugged on it this way and that, trying to free her father's genitals from his underpants. She noticed a tear on  the  fabric seam cupping the groin, possibly made earlier when she grabbed her father's balls as he was falling. She ripped at his shorts. A tearing sound released his package. His low hanging testicles plopped out and came into view.

The visitors moved closer and gathered around his  head wanting to have a better look.  Haley took a few steps down to look over her sister's shoulder.

Phil's balls were larger up close, Alex thought. They look like large chicken eggs, ovoid in shape, slightly rolling inside his pink scrotal sack. His penis still lay hidden like a sausage underneath the stretchy fabric.

Alex continued to tug on her father's shorts, this time using both hands, grabbing on each side of the tear on the waist band.

Phil, in his semiconscious state, sensed his nakedness. His left hand instinctively cupped his balls and penis under cover of the now torn underwear.

"Grab his arm!" Alex barked an order.

The three visitors were startled by her command. Alex was the youngest of the group but she was the most determined.

Shiela grabbed his left wrist while Tracy pulled on his left arm.

Phil offered minimal resistance. He was weakened by the toxin running in his blood.

"Keep his arms away from his cock," Alex said.

Shiela and Tracy pulled Phil's left arm above his head and onto the living room floor. Although they didn't need to as Phil is too weak to resist, Tracy stepped on his left bicep while Abby stepped on his right, pinning his arms to the floor.

His crotch came into view. His shorts were barely covering his manhood. The girls had their eyes transfixed. Haley felt moisture between her legs.

Alex was equally interested with her father's genitals, but she had another task in mind.

The right leg of his shorts was completely torn. The tip of his penis was visible as it poked from one of the holes she made. His testicles hung loosely between his legs.

She grabbed the intact left leg of her father's shorts and pulled it towards his feet. His shorts, already torn in half, came off freely.

The three visitors gave a collective gasp when Phil's cock and balls came into view.

His penis lay on his lower belly, pointing towards his navel. It was long, uncircumcised, cylindrical, fat, and pink. His round testicles lay like large eggs in a nest of dark pubic hair just below his shaft.

"Are you sure Dad's still alive?" Haley asked.

Alex annoyingly looked backed at her.

"Here, watch!" Alex replied.

The girls held their breaths in anticipation as they saw Alex reach down to grab his genitals.

***

Although they have had several weeks of lessons, including watching live demonstrations and fights, none of the girls have really explored a man's genitals on their own. Most of the self defense training were on dummies. Certainly, the Dunphy girls enjoyed their time torturing Luke's penis and testicles. But that was the last set of genitals they saw up close.

Haley and Alex still wore the leather bracelets made of Luke's foreskin on their left wrists. It has remained supple like soft cashmere.

Haley wants to collect more leather bracelets, as do Shiela and Tracy. Abby has not mentioned what she wanted.

Each member of the coven collects trophies. Single and younger members were allowed to get a piece of skin, or flesh, or blood. The elders and married members were allowed to collect larger prizes. Most settled for one testicle from their husbands or partners, but a few, the ones who were victims of violence, usually went for the whole package.

Last week was a milestone. All 7 Australian men brought in the arena lost their fight and had their whole cock and balls sliced, ripped, twisted, or mangled off and collected. It was first for the coven to have everyone unmanned in one night.

Unfortunately for Haley and Alex, it was a school night, so they missed the event.

Claire had the nearly 3-hour event recorded and planned to show it to the girls when they get a break from their schooling.

Alex wouldn't wait and snuck out of her bedroom Thursday night when she knew everyone in the house was asleep. She turned on the computer in the kitchen and plugged in the thumb drive she fished from her mother's purse.

The drive contained 7 files, each was labeled by a man's name. Travis, Sam, Thien, Jon, Brenton, Matt, Jasper.

Alex clicked on Brenton, a name she recognized.

The movie loaded. It was 35 minutes long. She muted the volume. The dark screen was replaced by a familiar scene. It was in the middle of the W.L.A. arena. Bright lights flooded the center of the space. A few seconds passed, two figures entered the ring. One was a muscular female. Alana. She recognized. She was clad in tight fitting leather pants and vest. She had a leather mask. She was pushing a blindfolded, half naked man with cuffed hands behind his back.

The man appeared middle-aged, probably in his late 30s or early 40s. Alex paused the video and focused on his crotch. He was wearing a tight white brief underwear that outlined his balls and shaft. She made up her own guessing game. Can she tell the size of a man's erect penis just by looking at his crotch? She guessed 7 inches.

Being young and inexperienced, Haley has seen less than a dozen live nude men.  She was almost always off by an inch or so.

The elder women have started to laugh and get amused by her interest in men's sizes. She would talk to the men's partners and ask them intimate questions about their length and girth.

Claire assumed this was her daughter's hormones driving her sexual thoughts and womanhood.

Haley certainly is the more randy. She constantly thought of naked boys and men. She enjoyed thoughts of regular intimate sex as well as cock and ball punishment.

Alex, in truth, was much different. She felt pleasure looking at the male form. But it was less sexual and more predatory.

She pressed play. She saw Alana rip off the man's blindfold.

"It's Mister White!" she whispered.

The man lived 3 houses down the street.

Brenton White is 35 years old. He is married to Olivia. They have young twin daughters, Chloe and Amelia, who are 8 years old.

Men were brought to the compound for discipline and punishment. Their transgressions were discussed among elders and they ultimately decide what fate each man should get. This stage of deliberation is considered the most important step in the W.L.A.'s process. The group spends a lot of time in decision making and planning.

Alex could care less. She considers herself way above deliberations and judgements. She is a huntress. The need is strongest.

She is always on the prowl. She has not laid claim to a victim yet, but constantly have games in her head how she would subdue her prey and collect her trophy.

Yesterday, she focused on Mr Lee's decent-looking bulge. He was their school bus driver who always wore tight fitting shorts. She imagined it would be 6 inches as she climbed onto the bus. He was a good-looking man, in his 20s, polite and always had a smile for the students. He's Chinese, she thought, perhaps he is smaller? 5 inches?

She imagined using a leather belt, going behind him, and strangling him until he passed out. She always imagined rendering men helpless but not killing them. Not yet. She decided it would be more powerful to see men beg, cry, wince, or scream. The trophy collection varied in her head. Should she use a knife?  A piano wire?  A scalpel?  Shears?

Mr Wilson, her Maths teacher, wore brown slacks yesterday. He was older. She heard he was retiring after this school year. He also wore a button down shirt that showed a still decent muscular chest and arms. He was a rugby player in his youth. He was over 6 feet tall and towered over the young students. He was handsome and appeared elegant with his silver hair and deep blue eyes.

Alex constantly stared at the lower half of his body. He wore trousers that hugged enough of his well-formed buttocks and thick thighs. She considered this as a potential problem. He would be strong and difficult to put down.

His front sported a modest bulge. This did not fool her. She knew he was large. She once saw him at Goodlife gym wearing Spandex shorts that showed off his cock and balls proportionate to his size.

She will drug him. Make him weak. Beat him with a bat. Perhaps tie him down. She imagined collecting him from the waist down. She is really impressed by his muscular buttocks and legs and would find a way to stuff him, cock and balls still attached to his pelvis.

This was Alex's day and night. Every man is a potential prey.

She turned up the volume because she wanted to hear the fight. But before anything started she heard her mom yell.

"Alexandra Dunphy, you better not be watching what I think you are watching. Go to sleep or I won't take you to W.L.A. ever!" her mom said.

Alex felt genuine fear and quickly shut off the computer, pulled out the thumb drive, and returned this to her mom's purse.

She climbed back to her bed and forced herself to sleep.

***

The girls watched in awe. 

"I'll wake him up," Alex said.

Her hands had a slight tremble as they reached down towards her father's groin.  She grabbed onto his balls, taking one in each hand. She was fascinated by how they felt. The scrotal skin was soft and supple like a velvet covered in dark hair. The contents were oval like eggs. She squeezed gently. The balls felt dense. They felt smooth and glided under his scrotal skin.

She held his testicles more firmly, pulling them away from his groin towards her chest. His sack stretched. Her efforts gathered his scrotal contents at the bottom of his bag, ballooning out from her encircling fists. Phil's balls ballooned out as she tugged on the base of his scrotum.

(To be continued..)

Hello!

Thanks for checking back. Based on number of visitors, I am happy there are some of you out there who enjoy my work.

It takes a while for me to post because of real life work.

But I am working on concluding Caroline Springs. It should be out, hopefully, the end of this week.

I plan to publish longer form stories (short novels) online.

For the readers who bought my first book, Serial Women, I would love to hear from you. Did you like the book? I finished its sequel and will publish it soon. I hope there is some interest there.

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If there's enough interest, I'll publish second and final book. Most long form stories, I will publish on the Patreon website.

I am working on another novel called: "Girl Scout Cookies." A horror novel on a troop of murderous young girls traveling across Canada collecting their special ingredient for their cookie recipe. The only thing these girls love more than nuts, is how to collect them. They prefer the nuts well tenderized before harvest.

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Caroline Springs (Part 3)

It has been a week since the girls of the Dunphy household put Luke into the hospital. Claire has been visiting her son who was being cared for in the private infirmary section of the facility.

The top female Urologist from Melbourne helped fix Luke's  fractured penis and ruptured testicle. He has been kept in bandages for at least 7 days. 

An maxillofacial surgeon from Werribee came to fix his caved in front teeth

Claire comes to visit daily. Luke has become passive, literally a broken man. He was also started on antipsychotic medications that helped pacify his agitation.

The doctor said he should be able to recover fully. He should be able to have sexual activities. However, his penis will be forever crooked, deviated to the left. His testicles will be forever be extra sensitive, even more vulnerable to punishment.

The doctor recommended to lay off his genitals for at least a month fearing he may not heal. Once a male loses his genitals, there is less leverage to use to control them.

Claire was trained to use psychological methods to maintain dominance over her son. She was more worried she wouldn't be able to control her daughters when she takes Luke back home in another week.

The dinner talk has now been the girls planning to punish Luke's genitals each time he misbehaves. Haley wanted to experiment on her brother's genitals sexually.  Alex, the youngest, feigned interest. She had her sights on her father's cock and balls.

The facility plans to release Luke to his mother in about a week. He was able to walk a few steps for the first time today.

Claire, still maternal, made sure Luke had enough meals and took his antibiotics.

Luke dreaded his other visitors. The police chief had been by at least twice with at least a dozen police women in tow.

They timed to arrived each time Luke's genital bandages were being changed. 

He would lay there, stark naked, two muscular female nurses, not so gently ripping his bandages off from his shaft and balls. He was not allowed to cry or complain during each dressing change. The nurses were not allowed to hit his genitals in punishment to let them heal. But there are other ways to make a male hurt.

The nurses picked Luke's nipples, twisted them violently, to get him to comply. The insides of his thighs were particularly vulnerable  to needle sticks.  Nurses would jab him with syringes filled with penicillin causing excruciating stinging pain. His shins also bore the punishment. Nurses and orderlies frequently scraped the length of his leg bones with metallic forceps to either wake him up or make him pay attention.

The police would surround his bed and wait for the nurses to completely remove his bandages.  Once his cock and balls were completely exposed, the nurses would always leave the room and have the female officers play their game.

"Ladies, this male needs to learn to serve women." the police chief started, "Let's remind him that we are everywhere, we will be watching his every move, we will punish him severely for his every transgression."

One officer reached out and pulled his circumcised glans up and away from his body. Luke's penis was now branded with his mum's and sister's initials. "Sisters, look how this male's pathetic dick, once the center of his arrogance, has now become a mere plaything for us."

Luke held back his tears and bit his lower lip. He dare not make a sound fearing punishment to his nipples, or thighs, or shins.

His testicles were nearly back to their normal sizes. The urologist was able to drain all the blood clots inside. They remained scarred by his families initials. Alex's "A" was comically upside down, looking like a "V." 

Two officers next to his feet drew Smith &Wesson handguns. Red laser lights beamed out from their tips. Luke looked down and saw where they aimed. One was aimed at the base of his penis, the other between his balls.

"The punishment will be severe!" the chief threatened.

Luke began to shiver in fear. Tears flowed freely from his eyes.

"I believe the male has cried without permission," one of the ladies stated.

"Permission to shoot his dick off," one of the officer stated.

"Permission granted," the chief barked.

One of the officers walked closer and pressed the muzzle of her gun at the base of his penis.

"Please don't," Luke wailed and started to sob uncontrollably.

The officers started yelling at him: "Useless!" "Criminal!" "Weak!" "Animal!" "Pig!" "Dog!" "Castrate!"

Luke felt dizzy. Blood drained from his face. He pleaded once more, "Please, I'll do anything, please don't hurt me!"

He felt the gun press deeper into his shaft. He held his breath waiting for the pain.

"Stop! Get out, all of you," Luke heard his mum's screeching voice.

The female officers backed away. Claire came to her son's side and commanded all the ladies out. They stepped slowly away from the bed and filed out singly from his room.

"Don't worry son, I won't let them hurt you," Claire said.

Luke continued to sob and rested his head on his mother's arms.

"Luke, my son, those women won't hurt you...as long as you show me and your sisters respect and subservience." Claire moved towards his middle.

She grabbed a wet sponge with her right hand and squeezed its extra fluid. She held her son's penis with her left hand and tenderly scrubbed his penis up and down it's shaft.

"This is ours," Claire now rubbed his balls with the wet sponge, "this belongs to us. This is connected to your body, but you have no ownership over this."

Luke stared blankly into space. His eyes had no more tears.

"Luke, those women will never hurt you if you follow the rules. You are under my care and responsibility, " she started to squeeze his penis vigorously.

"If I determine you to be a perfect son, you would not be hurt. If you disobey, I and your sisters are your only protection. We will have no choice but to punish you as we see fit. This is policy." Claire continued.

Luke's penis stiffened for the first time in days. It hurt in spots where the brands burnt the worst, but he felt the familiar pleasure in his manhood.

Claire stated that males are not allowed to masturbate without permission. And each shall be done only under strict supervision.

Males are expected to present their genitals when commanded at anytime or anyplace.

"You are also not allowed to shave your body or are you allowed to shave your face without permission," she added.

Claire dropped the sponge in a small basin filled with soapy water. She dipped both hands in the warm water and scooped some of the suds. 

She used both hands and grasped her son's entire length. She slowly pumped his penis, letting the warm soapy suds lubricate her touch.

Luke felt disconnected from his erection. The deep ache was slowly replaced by a building pleasure that started from his balls.

Claire sensed his imminent orgasm and increased her pace. The glans of his penis, now free from foreskin, appeared red and healthy.

Luke grunted. A jet of hot milky fluid exploded from his penis with such energy it hit the low ceiling of the room. He spilled out a week's worth of semen stored in his swollen testicles. The sticky fluid sprayed and covered his bed, his belly, his thighs, and his mother's hands.

"There, there, that's a good boy" Claire cooed, "There's my pet."

She picked up the soapy sponge and wiped the semen away from his entire body.

His penis and balls have healed. 

Luke started to relax and felt sleepy.

Claire opened the bedroom door. A red laser light broke through the darkness beyond, illuminating the tip of his still erect penis.

Luke froze.

Claire blocked the doorway with her body. "I would never let anyone harm my property."

With that, Claire exited the bedroom and shut the door behind her.

The domination was complete.

***

Phil arrived earlier than planned. His conference went well and he made plenty of connections. He decided to come home early, take Luke on a skiing trip, away from his pathetic wife.

Phil's networking includes multiple trysts with multiple women. This last trip to Las Vegas was sure to be a record. He had a different partner each night. Most were high class prostitutes who he hired to fulfill his fetish.

Phil has always fantasized about violent sex. He loved brutalizing women and treating them like objects. The more violent the sexual encounter, the more excited he became. He pays top dollar to escort services that can provide subservient women. He especially liked younger women, barely legal teens, waifs, and little chits. He loved smothering them, or choking them with his cock.

He is a high roller in the escort world. He had to pay the pimp an extra grand to cover the bruises left on an 18-year old that looked 12.

Phil drove in to his garage. The house was dark except for a lights coming from his daughters' bedroom window. The garage is empty. Claire is not home and it's already getting dark.  Luke's car was parked on the street.

He dialed Claire's mobile on his phone. It went directly to her voicemail. He hung up and sent a text.

"Where the fuck are you?" All caps.

Phil took his heavy suitcase from his car and pulled in to a quiet house. The kitchen was lit by under cabinet lights. A reading lamp was on in the home office. The house was warm.

He removed his thick winter jacket and dropped it on the floor. 

He left his roller suitcase next to the staircase. 

He walked to his desk and looked through a thick bundle of mail and boxes.  He carried the mail to the kitchen and set it on the island in the middle of the room.

It contained the usual, bills, advertisements, a card from Claire's sister, letters from Luke's school, and two sealed cartons, each the size of a shoebox, addressed to Alex.  He tore the top open of one box and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the contents.

"Deer skin tanning kit"

This must be a school project, he thought.

He replaced the contents inside the box and pushed the carton in the middle of the counter. The second box, also addressed to Alex,  was heavier. There was something metallic inside when he shook it. He opened the box and it contained a CD and several smaller boxes with metallic bits and bobs, lengths of fine metallic wires, silver and copper, a small mallet, and wire cutter.

"Making Boho Jewelry and More," the CD was labeled. 

Phil shook his head. He couldn't believe the money he is wasting on education. 

He dropped the box on the kitchen floor. It made a loud thud. The contents rattled on impact. The mallet bounced out of the box onto the tile floor. 

Phil kicked this away. It ended somewhere underneath the dining room table.

Meanwhile, the girls were unaware their father has arrived. Haley was in the shower and Alex was busy on her iPad. They shared a bedroom.

Alex heard a soft thud. There was a momentary feeling of fear. She got out of bed and slowly opened her bedroom door.

She heard noises from downstairs. Someone broke into their house!

It couldn't be her mom since she was staying overnight in the infirmary. Her father isn't due back until Sunday.

She locked her bedroom door.

She flipped through her iPad screen and found what she was looking for. It was an app for home security. Her mom had multiple cameras installed in and around the house by AussieSpy, a camera store in Brunswick owned by a member of the sisterhood.

There were high-definition and night cameras set in preparation for total dominion. Claire, Haley, and Alex had access to each camera at any time. They wished to record every aspect of the activities of the males who they now consider slaves.

Twenty small screens popped on her iPad. There were at least two cameras in each room of the house. She clicked on the kitchen camera, set on top of a china cabinet. 

"It's Dad!" she whispered.

She saw him rummage through the mail. She saw her packages were opened and felt violated. 

She picked her phone and quickly sent her mother a text: "Dad's here!"

She waited. There was no response.

She looked at her iPad once more and saw her father help himself to a glass of Hellyer's Road. She knew he would finish half a bottle of the whiskey before he did anything else.

She looked at her iPhone once again. Still no response from her mother.

She heard Haley humming. She softly knocked on the bathroom door and let herself in.

"What's the matter?" Haley asked.

"Dad's here!" she whispered.

"But we're not ready," Haley responded in slight panic, "we have to inform the elders."

"I tried, mum is not responding. I think all the elders are in session. It is up to the daughters' coven to proceed with taking down the male," Alex stated.

Haley put on black leggings and a warm tight jumper. She put on a pair of thick socks and Nike tennis shoes.

Alex sent a mass text to 4 other numbers, "Testiculi perdere."

They are a part of a coven of women 18 years and below who live within a few blocks from Lauriston Quay. They train together, learn about male's weaknesses, and protect each other from harm.

Four separate beeps sent both girls reassurance. She texted details to the other girls. They're on their way.

Phil set his glass down on the sink after his fourth. He took a deep breath and inhaled the warm alcohol fumes into his lungs.

He already had his shirt off when he reached the foot of the stairwell. Phil was extremely fit. He was slim but sinewy, muscular, and healthy. 

The girls heard the familiar sounds of his steps on the wooden stairs. They watched him walk through the hallway, stop for a brief moment in front of their door, raise his knuckles as if to knock, but hesitate, and continue to the his bedroom and close the door behind him.

The girls clicked on the bedroom camera. He was shirtless. He had just the trace of hair on his chiseled chest. His belly was flat and rippled with muscles. He still had his gray wool slacks on. He removed both shoes and kicked them under the bed.

Alex quickly clicked on the bathroom cameras. there were three in there. One under the sink, one above the door, and one in the shower.

The girls saw him undress. His slacks dropped on the tile floor. He was wearing a light blue boxers that formed a bulge in the front.

The girls squirmed in delight.

"I still think Luke is bigger," Haley stated.

"Don't be silly, Dad will have a bigger cock because he is bigger and older," Alex responded.

Each girl was transfixed.

Phil stood in front of the toilet and pulled down the front of his underwear. 

The girls heard the low continuous ripple of their father's piss.

Unfortunately, the cameras couldn't show his genitals from where he was standing.

"Darn it!" Alex exclaimed in frustration.

They watched their father do his bathroom routine. He washed his face. He pulled hair from his nostrils. He picked his nose. He let out a loud fart. He flossed his teeth, then brushed them. He gargled mouthwash.

They watched in suspense, hoping he would drop his boxers.

There was another beep. The girls will be late but they will let themselves in through the backdoor.

Haley started to text back and forth on her iPhone.

Alex never let her gaze off the screen. Her eyes were on her father's crotch. She sensed something. Quickly she switched to the under sink camera.

She saw he father rubbing the front of his underwear. Its contents flopped around. She recognized the shape of his penis underneath the fabric. It looked soft, cylindrical, and long. She would catch glimpses of his testicles peeking from the bottom of his shorts.

Phil kept rubbing his front. His penis started to elongate.

"Haley!" Alex blurted.

Haley stopped her texting and stared at the screen.

Both girls held their breaths in anticipation. Their father's shorts had a large tent in front. Clearly he had a large erection.

Phil had his right hand inside his shorts. He cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. He then grabbed the base of his penis and whipped the length of it around his shorts.

The girls were mesmerized. Alex thought she saw the pink head pop out of the fly front. Haley was moist and absent-mindedly touched the front of her pants.

Phil hooked both thumbs on the garters of his boxers and slowly pulled them down to the floor.

Haley squeezed her labia and came. Alex gasped and nearly fainted.

Phil

They have seen their fair share of genitals over the past few weeks, but to see their father in all his erect glory was like a new discovery. It was beautiful, they thought.

They had the ultimate front seat view. Phil was furiously pumping his penis. The girls heard him groan. It took less than one minute. Ropes of white cum spurted from his penis and landed on the sink. He spurted at least 10 times before stopping.

Alex was giddy. Haley was orgasmic.

Phil turned on the tap and washed his penis on the sink. He pulled his boxer shorts up and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He sat on the foot of the bed and clicked the remote to turn on the TV.

Phil felt a twinge in his belly. Something is not sitting right. He got up to go to the bathroom but immediately fell on his knees. 

He felt strange. His legs were likely jelly. He could barely get up. He held onto the side of the bed and pulled himself up. 

His whole body felt wobbly. His belly started to grumble. There's some Gaviscon in the kitchen, he remembered.

He finally was able to get up on his feet. He held onto the walls and slowly made his way out of his bedroom, through the hallway, to the stairs.

Haley and Alex were still reeling from the sight of their father's penis and ejaculation.

"Dad's looking funny. It's working!" Alex said.

It was the 'quaker button' extract. A few drops in someone's favorite drink should render them helpless for a few hours. It was part of what they learned in the facility.

Phil made it to the top of the stair case and considered his options. He held on to the rail and sat on the top step. He was too weak to support his weight. He scooted his buttocks down one step and almost tumbled over. 

Haley and Alex made their move. They walked out their bedroom and stood behind their father.

Phil felt their presence, "Girls, help your dad get up."

He slowly flipped his position, clambering over from buttocks to his knees. He knelt in from of the two girls. He raised both hands, reaching out for their support.

Haley and Alex each grabbed an arm and armpit. His skin was cold and clammy. They helped him on his feet. He was heavy.

He was able to make it to the top step, "You girls are finally useful for something," he mumbled.

Each girl still had him around each of his bicep. Alex and Haley looked at each other. Alex was burning in anger. Haley was indifferent.

Before Phil could take one more step. Alex released her support on his arm and gave him a slight nudge.

Phil teetered backwards. Haley grabbed onto right his arm with both hands to prevent him from falling.

"Alex!" she yelled.

Alex pretended to reach for an arm but instead grabbed the front of his boxers with both hands and squeezed.

Phil screamed.

Alex held on the shaft of his penis through the fly of his shorts and pulled. His weight and momentum were too much.  Phil fell backwards. His buttocks landed first halfway the length of the stair case. Alex kept her grip on his penis for as long as she can. She felt it stretch out for at least a foot before she let go. Haley could not simply keep her grip. 

He continued to tumble. His legs went over his head once. The momentum kept him going. His body somersaulted once more before finally landing at the foot of the stairs. 

Phil landed on his back. His head was on the tile floor. His legs lay higher, resting on the steps.

"We killed him," Haley cried in panic.

Alex calmly walked down the stairs and stood between his legs which were slightly apart. His boxer shorts were now more revealing. His whole package was out for her to see through the leg opening that was hiked up.

She kicked his legs apart and sat closest to his groin.

She held both his testicles. They were large. Her hands could not contain his size. She pulled on them.

Phil gasped then coughed. He attempted to grab on to his balls but his arms were too weak.

"He's alive, " Alex replied.

 They heard sounds from the kitchen door. 

Three girls walked in. The rest of the coven has arrived.

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The conclusion is coming soon!