The Bully (Part 1)

Jennifer was upset. She was busy at her work when she received a call from her son's school. They want to pick him up because he was caught smoking in the school yard.

This has been the third time she was requested by the school to do this over the past 2 years. Matt was already in his senior year and was in danger of not graduating.

He was never in trouble before she divorced with his father. He was only 11 years then. He has become uncontrollable.

He first got into trouble at 14 when he prank called a local girl who lost her mother. He threatened to rape her over the telephone. This sent the little girl to the psychiatric hospital. He was eventually caught through phone records. Because of his age, he was placed on probation until he was an adult.

This did not deter him. He has become the local bully. He picked on boys and girls in his school and neighborhood. He formed a group with two other boys his age and together became the local terror.

One time, she caught him in their backyard laying on his back while Julia, a 12-year-old next door neighbor was giving him a blowjob.

Jennifer froze and did not know what to do.

She was at her wits end. She has tried counselling, mentoring, and even a court-appointed psychiatrist. Matt appeared to behave a few days after each intervention but would quickly go back to his terror tear.

This time, she enlisted the help from the mothers of the two other boys in Matt's gang.

Jennifer is part of a women's group whose activities included working out in the gym, fund raising for several causes, and learning self defense. They decided to talk to a local female police commander how to best approach these out of control boys.

Commander Monica has been in the township police department for years. She has been known to be a no nonsense officer and had a reputation to be a real ballbuster.

The mothers met up with her a month ago. They heard what they did not want to hear. Monica felt the mothers have become push overs. They let their children run their homes. The fathers were not helpful because all of them were divorced. They needed to take matters into their own hands.

She invited the mothers to come to her house one weekend to observe how she ran her home. Monica is married to her husband, Joseph, a coach of the high school football team. They have two sons, Adrian, 17 years old, and Eric, 16 years old.

Both sons are doing well in school. They have straight As, participate in football, track, wrestling, and sailing, and popular in school. Her husband was well loved and was voted teacher of the year.

But their household only became that way through strict discipline.

They came to visit Saturday afternoon. The ladies were welcomed by Joe, Monica's husband. He was in his early forties, about 6 feet in height, burly, with muscular arms and legs,  and a tiny hint of a paunch. He was wearing a polo shirt and bermuda shorts. He smiled when he opened the door and let them through the immaculate home and out into the backyard overlooking the water and Sugar Island in the distance.

The boys were already busy tending to the grill. Adrian was a handsome young man, taller than his father, with blond hair and blue eyes. His physique was obvious underneath his tight white shirt. He was also wearing tan bermuda shorts that accentuated his muscular buttocks and heavy crotch.

The younger Eric was even more gorgeous. He was about 5'10" tall but had a more muscular build. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and beautiful teeth. He was wearing a tank top and loose board
shorts.

Monica was busy setting up the table. She welcomed the the three ladies and had them sit on the lounge chairs.

"Jennifer. Virginia. Kathleen." she introduced the women to the boys.

Joe came over with a bottle of champagne and handed glasses to the ladies. He popped the cork and poured the wine in each glass.

They chatted about small things around the island. The women were amazed how the household appeared to be ran by Monica. The men were extremely polite and catered to their every needs. Joe was especially attentive and made sure their drinks were topped off. He served them a plate of cheese, crackers, radishes, pate, boiled potatoes, and aioli dip.

Dinner should be ready in about an hour. The men are preparing steaks and grilled vegetables.

After she felt the girls have loosened up from the alcohol, Monica stood up and invited them to join her in the home media room.

The women followed her to a well-appointed room with a large screen TV on one wall. The ladies found their places on comfortable deep-cushioned seats.

Monica dimmed the lights, slipped a DVD, and turned on the TV.

The video was titled Female Supremacy. The guests were half expecting a fetish/dominatrix film but were surprised that the women in the film appeared to be regular women, wives, mothers, sisters,
daughters. The first half of the film dealt with men as the sole source of most violent crimes, wars, and unrest. The second half showed testimonies of women taking back the power from men by quelling their violent tendencies.

Discipline begins at home. And women should enforce them. It is hoped by the video that a ripple effect will start from the household and eventually the rest of society once the Female Supremacy movement has gained more and more recruits.

The three women looked at Monica with shocked eyes. They all were pleasantly surprised that there were kindred women out there who are tired of being run over by their husbands, children, bosses, and men in general.

"But how do we control them?" Each of them asked Monica almost at the same time.

"That's why you are here this afternoon, ladies. But you have to promise me that you will have open minds to my brand of disciple." Monica said.

The ladies answered yes in unison.

Monica got up from her couch and walked over a shelf containing several thick binders. She picked a one bound in white leather as thick as a phone book.

She gathered the women around her and set the book on the ottoman.

"Ladies, these are my wedding pictures," Monica said.

"Let me tell you how I gained control of my men and my household," Monica continued

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Monica and Joe met in high school and fell in love. They married when he was 22 and she was 21.

Joe was a strapping young man. He was in Physical Education and played practically every sport. He started playing in minor league baseball in West Michigan and hoped to make it big one day in the majors.

Monica was studying Criminology and planned to join the police force. She immediately became pregnant and had Adrian when she was 22 and Eric the following year.

Everything appeared to be track. At 25 years old, Joe was fast become a rising star in the minors. Monica entered the police force and was slowly going up the ranks. The boys were growing up healthy.

Until one day when Joe was driving home from a game, his car was t-boned by pick up truck driven by a drunk driver.

He fractured his right leg in three places. His major dreams were completely thrown off track. Although he was able to recover in a few months, he could not get back to his previous form.

He had to quit his dreams of making it to major league baseball. He spent his days staying at home, trying his best to be a house dad while Monica was at work.

The months changed his personality. He became increasingly bitter and hostile towards everyone around him.

At 28, for his birthday, he decided he loved alcohol. Six months later, he was up to 12 cans of beer everyday.

Meanwhile, Monica was promoted the same year. She quickly went up the ranks and became one of a handful of female police sergeants in their city.

The station had a dinner and convocation the weekend she was promoted. Through the night, Joe increasingly became inappropriate and belligerent. He must have drunk at least a tankard of beer and started making a scene.

It escalated to a point when during Monica's time to receive her commendation, Joe got up on his feet and started hooting and hollering.

Several police officers attempted to pull Joe away but he started throwing punches. The party ended up abruptly when Joe had to be put down on the ground and handcuffed.

The department let Joe go after about two hours sobered him up enough to get up. Monica was completely embarrassed but was reassured by everyone. They all felt bad for her and actually even for him. They knew about his once promising career and felt sorry.

Monica drove Joe home that night. When they arrived home, they paid the babysitter and let her go home. The kids were asleep.

Joe was still tipsy and started to rant.

"You let me get handcuffed by your fucking boyfriends!" Joe yelled.

Monica tried to reason with him.

"You're probably fucking all of them!" He accused.

Monica walked away again that night like every other night  he gets drunk. She went to the kitchen shaking with fear and anger.

She sat down on a chair and waited for everything to settle down. She did not notice Joe followed her to the kitchen and stood right behind her.

She was startled when she turned her head and saw her husband looming over her. He was tall and muscular and was giant compared to her 5'6" frame.

Before she could scream, he was on her. He lifted her body by her armpits off from the chair and backed her against the wall.

He had her up against the wall with his left forearm pressing on her neck. He was busy unbuckling his belt with his right hand.

She was squirming and tried to free herself from his choke hold. She saw his eyes were bloodshot from the booze and anger. He was out of control.

He had his trousers down to the floor. His penis was already erect and jutted upwards through the fly of his boxer shorts.

He lifted her skirt up and tore down her panties in one violent move.

She was losing her breath from his choke hold. She felt him penetrate her dry vagina. She fell limp in his left arm.

His left arm could no longer hold her weight up. He eased up the pressure. She fell on the floor and landed on both knees in front of his naked crotch.

His lust grew when he saw his police officer wife on her knees in front him. He lowered his shorts down and freed his cock and balls.

He was a big man with a big penis. He had an 8-inch long penis, thick and veiny, with low hanging balls.

Monica was breathing and coughing hard. Her throat has spasmed from his hold and she was trying to suck air in to prevent from collapsing.

She felt his hand on the back of her head and pull her mouth towards his erect penis.

There had been a steady escalation in the violence in the household. Over the past two years, he has started to yell at her with increasing frequency and anger. She was pushed away the first time last June. He slapped her once two weeks later.

Their sex life also had become one-sided. He mostly tops her whenever he felt the urge even if she did not consent.

Monica recognized the signs but stayed in denial. She never really felt the danger until tonight.

Between his legs, she saw her two boys standing at the other end of the kitchen.

It was time to regain control, she decided that night. She would not let anyone destroy her family including her husband.

She looked up and saw him staring down at her. She looked down and saw his cock and balls only a few inches from her face.

She took the matter in her hands. She grabbed both his balls with her hands and squeezed each orb with all her might.

He squealed like a pig and tried to free himself from her clutch. He made a few steps backwards. She had his balls in a tight vice-like grip and refused to let go. She could feel each smooth ball in his scrotum change shape in her palms.

He stumbled back, tripped by the trousers between his ankles. He landed hard on his butt.

Monica never let up. She followed him as he went down and kept her grip on his balls.

He screamed, "Let go! Let go! Let go!" He grabbed her hands and tried to pry them off his genitals.

Monica used her strong legs as leverage and pulled on his scrotum with all her might.

"Eeeeeeee!" his reached a higher octave.

"From now on, there will be a change in this house! Do you understand? No longer is this house going be ruled by the one wearing the pants!" she growled..."Who has the balls gets to rule! And I have yours in my hands!"

Joe was delirious with pain. He was on the ground with his wife between his legs. Each time he made a move, his wife increased the pressure in her grip. He felt a deep and dull ache start from his testicles and spread to his rectum and up his bowels. He felt like throwing up.

Monica adjusted her grip and held his scrotum with her left hand by it base. His large balls bulged out from her grip. She could see each individual orb trying to pop out from his sack.

"Who has the balls in this house?" she growled..."Answer me!"

Joe was too nauseated to answer. He flailed his arms from side to side and started to tap the kitchen floor.

Monica started to lift his pelvis by his balls. They were now angry red in color.

"Who has the balls in this house?" she looked at him straight in the eye.

He refused to answer.

Monica made a fist with her right hand and aimed for his balls.

Joe saw what she was planning and tried to get up in panic. He propped his upper body with his elbows and tried to get on his knees.

Monica drove her fist down and found her target. She felt his testicles flatten between her grip and her fist. It made an ugly bony sound.

"Eeeeeeee!" Joe fell on the floor again.

"Answer me!" She punched his balls again.

Joe was squirming on the kitchen floor. He was mad with pain and could not comprehend any of this.

Monica saw his balls were starting to swell up. The red color was now turning into purple.

"Answer me!" This time she used the heel of her right palm and started to grind his testicles on her closed left fist.

She felt his testicles roll around in his scrotum like slippery balls trying to escape her wrath. She was able to isolate his right orb and put pressure on it.

"Arrrgggh!" He screamed, now in a deep resonant voice.

"Who has the balls in this house?" She felt his right ball flatten but still resisting the pressure.

Joe's eye roll behind his head. He still would not concede. He had his balls in his wife's left hand. He turned his head to his left and saw his two little boys watching in silence.

Monica continued her pressure on his right testicle. This time she used her right thumb and started pressing on his right ball. She could feel her thumb making an indentation in the middle of his egg-shaped testicle.

"Answer me!" She dug her thumbnail into his scrotal skin and into his right testicle. She felt something start to tear underneath. She screwed her nail deeper and yelled..."Who has the balls in this house?"

Joe's mouth started to froth. He tasted bile. His abdominal wall started to spasm.

Monica gave her thumb one last push. She felt something give. His right testicle made a soft farting sound as her nail punctured the scrotum and penetrated its meat.

"Answer me!" She demanded.

"You!" His voice rattled. Projectile vomit came up from his gut. A mixture of beer and steak covered his chest.

Monica finally let go of him.

He laid their on the kitchen floor, half conscious, with his legs slightly spread apart. His penis was now flaccid. It lay meekly on his belly. His testicles were swollen and looked completely inflated. There was blood dripping from where she tore his right nut. His scrotum has turned deep purple in color with blood collecting internally.

Their children saw the product of her wrath and figured for themselves the answer to her question.

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The girls sat in silence as Monica told her story.

Monica stated that she took her husband to the hospital the next day. She made up a story about Joe climbing a tree and falling, hitting his groin on a branch on his way down. Joe was too embarrassed to contradict her.

He require surgery to repair his ruptured ball. He had a drain inserted in his scrotum for days.

He was sent home almost healed. His right ball still ached even to this day when cold water hits it.

Joe still did not immediately completely change his attitude even with a broken ball.

"That was the first among many nights of power struggle between us," Monica said.

She stated Joe was a like a wild horse that needed to be broken. It took several weeks but eventually he relented.

The domination was absolute. She was on top in every aspect of their lives. She controlled their finances. She decided where they spent their vacations. She dictated when they had sex.

But it was beneficial. She ran the family and he did was he was told.

She ordered him to go back to work and he did . He started to straighten out his life and in the process sobered up for his family.

Part of winning the struggle and maintaining her dominant position is to keep her psychological advantage. She required her husband to be submissive. He had to walk around naked all the time in the house and must be able to present his genitals to her for inspection any time she wanted.

She said she developed a system to determine whether he has been masturbating without her knowledge. She would hold each ball in her hands and grabbed them this way and that. She felt their cords and tested their plumpness. She meted out severe punishment if she found out he jerked off without permission. She would have him lay on the floor, spread his legs apart and kick him in the balls whenever he was caught. But her system was a total sham. She pretended she knew, but it was only part of her psychological warfare to keep him under her complete control.

The three girls were flushed with excitement and embarrassment.

"Aren't you scared you would damage him permanently?" Virginia asked.

"Part of the training is to know when to stop. If he loses his testicles, I lose my advantage," Monica answered.

"But if I did that to my son, I may ruin my chances of being a grandmother," Kathleen said.

Monica was ready for that question. She grabbed another book from a nearby shelf.

"Home Cryo Systems" The cover read.

"You save up for the future," Monica smiled.

The girls now really got interested. Monica apparently had one room in the house equipped with a liquid nitrogen freezer. She has vials in there containing semen from her husband and her two sons.

"This gives me peace of mind that I may still have a grand daughter in the future," Monica said.

"And you ladies are in a bit of luck. My boys have volunteered to show you how to best discipline them." Monica said.

"But before that, they will show you how they make a deposit in our own savings bank..." she added.

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Dinner was pleasant. Conversation involved work and school and how nice the summer has been. Jennifer felt slightly uneasy but at the same time excited to learn how to discipline strong men.

After dinner, the ladies were led by Monica back into the media room. She instructed them to sit on the couch and wait.

After a few minutes, the door opened, and in walked Joe, Adrian, and Eric, completely balls out naked.

They stood in front of the girls in a straight line. Joe was on one end, Adrian was in the middle, and Eric was on the other end.

The girls immediately noticed the similarity in their faces. The boys had their father's eyes and square jaws. Their builts were similar, all muscular, with broad shoulders, and narrow waists. Their chests were built. Joe had fur covering most of his chest. The boys were completely smooth. Joe sported a slightly larger belly but still had evidence of strong rectus abdominis muscles. They each sported muscular lines that started from their hips towards their genitals...cum gutters or Apollo's belts. Their muscular legs were thick and covered with fine fur.

The difference laid on their genitals. The three men sported full erections. Each one packed a heavy load, but it appeared that with each generation, improvements occurred.

Joe had an 8-inch circumcised penis. It stood erect, pointing 45 degrees upwards. It had angry veins running up and down its shaft. The head was relatively small compared to its fat body. His balls hung low and contained golf-sized testicles.

Adrian, the 17-year-old, had a larger penis. It must have been 9 inches long, was smooth and barely had veins. It was fatter than his father's shaft. It also stood erect, but almost parallel to the ground. His balls were the size of large chicken eggs and hung even lower than his father's.

Eric, the youngest of the men, had the biggest cock and balls of the three. It was a foot long hard. A single vein ran on across the dorsum of the shaft.  Its glans was the size of a small apple. It was the thickest of the three penises. It was heavy that it slightly drooped towards the floor even when stiff. His balls were the size of lemons and hung low almost to his knees.

The women sat breathless. Their eyes were glued to the men's bodies.

Monica handed each lady a vial and gave them instructions. Jennifer gets to train with the first one to come, Virginia, the second, and Kathleen, the last.

"Begin," Monica said in a soft voice.

Each man grabbed his penis and started to masturbate. It was interesting how each had a different technique. Joe used his right hand and pumped his shaft in a fast clip. Adrian was more slow and deliberate and stroked his shaft from the base to the tip. Eric used both hands and pumped his penis with twisting motions.

Each man involuntarily bucked their hips as if fucking their hands. Their eyes were all closed in concentration. Deep guttural sounds emanated from each. Their collective breaths started to go faster.

After about two minutes, Eric started to groan.."I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come.."

Jennifer got on her feet and placed the open vial in front of Eric's large dick.

Eric came with a low groan. Creamy white semen spurted out from his penis into the vial. He squirted at least seven times before he stopped his hands from jerking.

Jeniffer saw he almost filled up the 50 mL vial with his fluid. She closed the vial with a screw top lid and handed it to Monica.

A few seconds later, it was Adrian who started to groan. Virginia got up and readied herself.

"HAWRRR!" Adrian growled loudly. His semen spurted out and splashed at the bottom of the vial. He came three to four times. Virginia was happy with the collection.

Joe took longer. It must have been five minutes before he showed signs he was close. Kathleen decided she would help. She held Joe's loosely hanging balls with her right hand and squeezed them gently while he jerked off.

"More..." Joe said.

Kathleen added more pressure and fell his full balls in her grip.

The increased pain in his balls sent pleasure waves to Joe's brain. He started to buck his hips furiously and came. His semen were long ropes that spread everywhere. It landed on the carpet, on Kathleen's hair, on her dress.

She forgot to collect his seed. She stood up flustered and apologized.

Monica laughed and reassured her. Joe had saved up enough semen. She does not need any of his any longer.

Monica took the two vials and went into the next room.

The boys stood there, breathless, with their penises starting to soften. Semen dripped from each tip.

Monica returned.."Now we learn how to discipline men."

She instructed each lady to stand in front of their assigned men.

Jennifer stood in front of Eric. Virginia stood in front of Adrian. Kathleen stood in front of Joe.

"Remember, ladies...whoever has the balls rules the house...tonight you learn how to gain yours!" Monica said.

In the pipe line!

The Twins

Alejandro and Amado are identical twins. They are both in their twenties, handsome, extremely fit, and had no problems getting girls.

Alejandro is studying Medicine at Universidad de Alcala in Madrid. Amado went to Engineering at the Polytechnic. Both men had everything going for them. They had the looks, wealth, power, and brains.

They shared everything in life since they were born. Clothes, toys, sports gear, and even women.

They loved to play a game with their respective girlfriends. They swapped partners each time they liked. Unfortunately, none of the girls knew.

But one day Amado's girlfriend found out and planned a game of her own.
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Cock Works

It has been five years since Kendra apprenticed with Veronica. She has learned everything to know about her brand of plastination.

She has learned to speak German fluently and decided to live in Gochsheim. She bought a small house outside the city and started her own collection.

She has collected a few trophies over the past five years. Most of them were German men. Unlike, Veronica, she only collected their genitals, not their bodies.

She is now hunting down Mathias who, according to her sisters, has raped at least 18 women.

In this story line we get to answer, what happens when a serial rapist meets a serial collector?

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Next week...

The Bully.

I hope you guys enjoy my blog so far!

My best friend's dad (Part 4)

Sean was in a terrible state. His head pounded. He was finding it hard to breathe through his nostrils. He tasted blood. He had a dull pain in the pit of his stomach that appeared to come up from his balls.

He was in the middle of his living room. He shook his head and tried to regain his senses. He knew what had happened. He was on the floor. His arms were stretched out above his head. His legs were spread slightly apart.

He felt a cool breeze on his naked balls. He looked down and saw a bag of melting ice sitting on top of his genitals. They felt frozen and burning at the same time.

He attempted to prop himself up on his elbows. He quickly discovered this to be difficult. His hands were bound by his thumbs with a zip tie. He tried to pull the plastic tie apart but he found this impossible without breaking his thumbs.

He sat up. His bound hands rested on his thighs. He threw the bag filled with ice to one side and cradled his balls with both hands.

He remembered fighting off Lynne and the excruciating pain afterwards. He thought he heard her daughter yelled 'Fore!'

His balls were cold. He felt each one and gave out a soft grunt when they twinged in pain under his inspection.

He was completely naked.

He looked around the room and saw the girls where nowhere in sight.

He slowly got up. His legs felt like rubber. He decided he needed to get to the kitchen to look for a sharp object to free himself from his bindings.

He made it to his knees when he heard footsteps running down the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" He heard Lynne from behind him.

He froze on both knees, grabbed his balls, and covered them.

Lynne stood in front of him. She was holding a thick book with both hands. He could not see his daughter but was aware of her presence behind him.

Stephanie saw her father from behind. His muscular body was magnificent. Earlier, she enjoyed cutting off the shirt from his body. She used both her hands to feel his chest, his belly, his thighs, his cock, and his balls while he was unconscious. She admired his size and how powerful his muscles looked.

Sean was now eye-to-eye with Lynne. He looked at her gaze for a split second but quickly lowered his eyes. He tried..."Lynne, this is enough..."

Before he could finish his plea, Lynne swung the book with both hands and hit Sean's left side of his head sideways with such force he fell on to his right side. Unable to protect himself from the fall, Sean toppled and landed violently on his right shoulder.

His legs splayed wide when he fell. His right leg was on the floor while his left thigh was upright, bent on the knees, with his left foot resting on his right calf.

His genitals came into full view. His penis rolled onto his right upper thigh and his balls hung low below it.

Lynne took advantage of this and knelt down. With both hands, she grabbed him by his balls and squeezed. She could barely contain his large testicles in her grip.

"AIIIEEE!" Sean screamed. He clamped both thighs and wiggled his whole body away from Lynne.

Lynne pulled on his balls and got up on her feet. "I told you to speak only when spoken to!" She yelled.

Sean was on his back. He lifted his hips up to ease the pressure in his balls.

Lynne continued her assault. She squeezed his balls so tight, his scrotum appeared to ooze between her fingers.

"Please stop! Please stop! Please Stop!" Sean begged. His face was contorted in pain. Blood flowed again from his nose.

"You do as you're told, do you understand!" she barked.

"YESSS!" he screamed in desperation.

She let go of his balls. Sean's buttocks drop to the floor with a loud thud. He grabbed his balls with his hands and assumed a fetal position.

Stephanie witnessed the tussle and stood back. She felt like she was floating from her body and observing this from afar.

Lynne set the stage earlier. She wanted Stephanie to sit on the couch while she demonstrated her next lesson.

Sean lay in the middle of the living room in a heap. He was rubbing his balls, massaging the pain away. He let his nose bleed. He can't afford to have his hands away from his testicles.

Stephanie sat on the couch and waited for Lynne's next move.

Lynne waited for almost 10 minutes, knelt down, grabbed Sean by his left ear, and pulled his head up.

"Time to get up!" she ordered.

Sean quickly got up on both knees. His hands were still clutching his groin. His nose was swollen and blood dripped from it and down his muscular chest. His grit his teeth as Lynne pulled on his left earlobe. The veins on his neck were very visible. His chest was heaving up and down. The muscles in his belly appeared to contract tightly with his every breath.

He had his genitals completely covered under his large hands. Lynne did not mind this...for now.

On his knees, Sean and Lynne were almost the same height.

"As I was saying, the male form is built for battle. It is made up of thick muscles able to exert enough force that can lift the heaviest loads. His muscles also protect him from heavy blows." Lynne said.

To demonstrate, she raised both her fists in a fighting stance. She punched Sean with all her might and hit him on his right chest.

To Stephanie, it appeared that Lynne hit a brick wall. Sean was unfazed. She heard the loud smack of her fists on his pectoral muscle but did not see that it affected him in anyway.

Lynne walked to Sean's side and threw a punch now hitting his left deltoid. Sean barely swayed his body and only felt a moment of sting from her punch.

Lynne started to pick her targets. She punched him on his right shoulder, then his left. She punched his chest muscles in quick succession. She punched his back muscles as well. The most response she got was when she punched him in the belly.

Sean grimaced each time he was hit by Lynne. The pain was not unbearable but more annoying. Her tiny fists were doing some damage. He looked up and saw that she was getting tired.

Lynne was starting to sweat and breathe heavy.  Stephanie was almost getting bored and though the whole exercise was starting to get pointless.

Lynne finally stopped and said, "As you can see, it is difficult to subdue a man. You have to know his weakness."

Lynne lifted Sean's chin by her left hand, raised her right fist and aimed for his bloody nose. Sean instinctively raise both arms to cover his face. His cock and balls dropped. His testicles hung low and touched the cold floor. He was still kneeling but was already sitting on his lower legs. His buttocks rested on his ankles.

At that moment, Lynne switch targets. She aimed lower and punched him squarely in his genitals. Her fist hit the base of penis. She felt his shaft compress against his pelvic bone. He started to fall back from the unexpected blow.

Before he could lower his arms to grab his genitals, Lynne quickly punched him again, this time aiming for his balls. She felt her fist hit his orbs straight on. His scrotum stretched. His balls changed shape between her fists and the floor.

Sean was again floored. Again he was in a fetal position clutching on to his aching balls.

"But as you can see...he has his weak point...use this to our advantage," she instructed Stephanie.

Lynne grabbed Sean by his thumbs. They looked purple from their plastic binding. She used all her weight for leverage and pried his hands off from his balls.

"Get up!...Up now, or I swear I will slice your balls off with a dull knife!" she threatened.

Sean got up on his knees again. Tears were running down his now beet red face. His bleeding nose appeared to have stopped flowing.

Lynne grabbed him by his balls and pulled him up.

Sean stood up quickly following his balls in her grip. He was now up on his feet and towered over the two girls.

She let go of his balls. Sean immediately cradled them in his hands.

Lynne became visible annoyed by this. She pushed Sean by his belly back towards the fireplace. Once his lower back hit the mantle, Lynne pushed a chair next to him. She then ordered him to raise his arms over his head. She grabbed his hands by his thumbs, ordered him to jump, and hung his hands on a thick metal hook jutting from the wall.

"Now we hang our Christmas wreath!" she said.

She jumped down from the chair, stood back, and admired her work.

Sean was hanging by the zip tie binding his thumbs from a thick metal hook they use to hang heavy art. His muscular arms showed their individual fibers where they strained. His armpits had a soft red bush of hair. It was now soaked in his sweat. His chest and abdominal muscles spasmed with his every breath. His feet were barely touching the ground. He was almost on the balls of his feet.

"More like Christmas ornaments," she laughed eyeing his genitals.

His cock and balls swayed with his every movement. His testicles were visibly rolling up and down his scrotum.

"You're turn," Lynne spoke to Stephanie.

Stephanie timidly walked in front of her father. She stood directly between his legs.

"Remember the instructions from the video. Target his balls, but aim for the bone behind it!" Lynne reminded Stephanie.

She made a fist with both hands and aimed. She shut her eyes and drove her right fist towards his balls. Sean saw this coming and moved his hip just in time. She made contact with his right pelvic bone.

His dense bone and muscle pad hurt Stephanie's fist. She immediately retracted her arm and looked at Lynne as if asking for advise.

Lynne walked in front of Sean, grabbed a hold of his shaft, and tugged on it viciously.

"I'm warning you...if you keep doing this, you'll lose your precious dick!" Lynne yelled and gave his penis a quick twist.

Sean was trembling like a leaf. He was on his tiptoes. He nodded his head several times.

Lynne was not convinced. She let go of his penis, grabbed a chair and positioned it a few feet in front of Sean. She went to the kitchen and came back with a handful of zip ties in her hand.

She had Sean lift his left leg. She helped him by grabbing on to his left ankle and rested this on top of the back of the chair. She then secured his ankle to the back of the chair by looping a zip tie around it and making it sure he was bound tightly.

"Try to clamp your legs now," she said.

Sean was in a completely vulnerable position. He was hanging on a hook by his bound thumbs. His right leg was on its tiptoes and his left was hanging on a chair forming a 90 degree angle. His genitals hanging in the middle.

"I want you to feel how completely vulnerable cock and balls can be," Lynne instructed.

Stephanie saw her father's uncut penis starting to shrivel. His scrotum was contracting. His balls were almost next to his body.

Lynne was shouting out instructions. Stephanie felt obliged to follow.

She grabbed her father's orbs with both hands and started to massage them with her fingers. They felt like smooth rubber balls. They were firm but had a little give when she gave them a soft squeeze. She felt the cords that attached them to his body. He shivered a little when she gave the cords a squeeze. So this is where she came from, she thought.

She pulled on them and tried to stretch his scrotum down as much as she can. She was able to stretch it almost to his knee.

Sean gritted his teeth. He felt a gnawing ache from his stretched testicles up to his bowels. It felt like someone was pulling on his innards. He shut his eyes because he could not bear seeing his daughter touching his manhood. His started to perspire profusely. Sweat ran down his face, his chest, his armpit, and dripped down his penis like a funnel.

Stephanie now focused on his shaft. She held its tip and retracted his foreskin. The pink head was moist and she caught a whiff of cheddar cheese. She inspected the tip and its opening. His penis was soft. She liked how it felt in her hand.

Lynne gave more orders.

Stephanie stood back at arms length and aimed. She raised her right arm and swung down. Her open palm slapped his penis. It stretched down and immediately bounced up and slapped his lower belly.

Stephanie slapped down again and again, this time targeting only the head of the penis.

Sean bit his lower lip and emitted a low growl. He tried to stay on his right leg as much as possible. The chair was starting to tilt over.

Lynne recognized this and sat on the chair providing necessary weight to keep his left leg away from his body.

His penis started to become red, especially the tip. From its shriveled state, it started to lengthen. Despite the pain, the stimulation of her hits was making blood rush into his shaft. He now sported a semi hard on which disgusted both girls.

Lynne was not allowing any of this and made Stephanie hit him in the balls.

Stephanie knelt in front of her dad. She formed two fist with her hands. This time she kept her eyes open, targeted his hanging balls but aimed for the bone above it.

She punched his balls with her right fist in an upper cut. It made a loud 'Splat!' on contact. She purposefully held her fist up, keeping it in contact with his balls. She ground his balls between her fist and his pelvic bone.

She used this technique with her left fist. Upper cut punch to the balls, ground them for 2 or three seconds, then repeat with the other hand.

"AWWRR! AWWRR! AWWRR!" Sean emitted a growl coming from his stomach after each hit. His right leg left the floor each time her fist grounded his scrotum. His whole body was swaying left to right in response to her alternating punches.

His balls were large that Stephanie was not able to hit both at the same time. She recognized this after her third punch and decided to alternate her targets. Her right fist pummeled his right ball while her left pummeled his left.

"Splat!"

"Splat!"

"Splat!"

"Splat!"

"Splat!"

She must have hit each ball a dozen times.

Sean was almost in a state of shock. He kept his eyes closed throughout his punishment. Sweat dripped down and drenched his pubic hair and balls.

Stephanie stopped and inspected her damage. His scrotum was starting to fill with fluid. It's natural pink brown color is now turning into a pink blue hue. His penis has now completely shriveled and looked like a small turtle wearing a sweater.

Lynne saw his balls were trying to retract into his body in a protective mode. She immediately recognized this. She then grabbed his scrotum with one hand and isolated his balls. She pulled them away from his body and tied them off with the zip tie at the base of his scrotum.

His balls immediately engorged with the lack of circulation. It reminded Stephanie of carnival balloons.

Sean was now in complete delirium. He opened his eyes to investigate the source of this new and terrible pain. When he saw his scrotum was tied off and was now turning blue, he shook his whole body in desperation.

His reaction surprised both girls. Sean flexed both arms and was able to lift himself off the ground. He used his left leg for leverage as he attempted to unhook himself from the wall.

Lynne made an attempt to control him. She reached out and grabbed his swollen balls and squeezed. Immediately she knew she made a mistake when Sean lifted his right leg and kicked her violently in the face.

Lynne fell on the ground and did not move.

Stephanie saw her father flex his whole body, bending his abdominal muscles, and lifted the chair tied on his left ankle. He kipped once and felt the metal hook start to dislodge from the brick wall. He kipped once more. This time the brick cracked and released the hook from where he was hanging.

He fell on the floor on his knees. The zip tie on his ankle snapped. His legs were free.

Stephanie was startled by her father's strength. She ran up the stairs and locked her bedroom door in sheer fright.

Sean made a mad dash for the kitchen and found a long knife. He set in on the counter and sat on its handle to make it stable and sawed the plastic cuff binding his thumbs.

His thumbs were completely cold and numb. He was not able to flex them. They appeared to be pulled out from their sockets.

He looked for the kitchen scissors and with much difficulty, carefully cut the cuff around his balls. The pain was like someone had his testicles in a vice. Once they were released, he had a few seconds of relief. However, the pain in his balls switched from a constant dull ache to a pulsating hammer. His blood started to rush into his testicles. He felt his heart beat in them.

He tried to walk but every step proved to be painful.

He saw Lynne still lying unconscious on the living room floor. He slowly walked towards the stairs. He made it to the bottom of the stairs and thought he could still salvage this.

He walked up the steps into Lynne's room and search for her iPad. He refused to be blackmailed. Without the video, she has nothing against him. He would commit his daughter to the University Hospital to fix her split personality.

The pain in his balls started to subside as he found her Lynne's iPad under the mattress. He grabbed this and threw it on the floor. He raised his right foot and slammed down on it. The iPad instantly broke in half. He then picked up the pieces and dumped them in the bathroom sink and turned on the faucet.

He walked down the steps and into his bedroom. He grabbed the first shorts he could find and put them on. His scrotum was swollen to almost double its normal size. He was glad the shorts were roomy in the crotch. He walked out into the living room and was alarmed.

Lynne was gone!

He looked around the room and kitchen and searched for her. She must have ran the backdoor.

He decided to check up on his daughter.

He walked towards the stairs and did not realize until it was too late that Lynne sneaked up behind him.

He turned around just in time to see Lynne had a golf club in her hands. She placed this between his legs and swung it up towards his balls.

The club head hit him squarely in his balls. Both his feet left the floor. He landed on his knees while he clutched his genitals.

Lynne raised the club again, this time aimed for his left temple.

Sean saw this coming and raised his left arm to block it.

The club bent in half with the impact. Lynne lost her grip on it by the jarring force of his muscle.

He attempted to stand up but the pain in his balls prevented him.

Meanwhile, Stephanie heard the commotion. She carefully opened her door and walked down the steps. She had a perfect vantage point to observe the battle.

It was as if whoever won this gets to affect her point of view.

Lynne assumed a fighting stance. She raised her right leg and attempted to kick him on his head side ways. He easily blocked this with an arm. He was able to grab hold of her shirt and pulled her closer to him.

He easily maneuvered her into a head lock.  She tried to pry herself off his strong right arm to no avail.

He stood up and dragged her towards the living room. She flailed her arms and started to hit him with her fists. He was unaffected.

"Submit!" Sean growled.

Lynne felt she was about to lose consciousness. In her bent position, she saw his crotch. She took her right arm and slipped this under the leg of his shorts. She immediately found his balls, grabbed them, and squeezed them in a deadly grip.

"AIEEE!" Sean squeaked. He let go of her neck and grabbed on to this crotch. His thumbs were too broken to provide any firm protection. Still he was able to let her release her hold on his balls.

He was on his knees vigorously rubbing his crotch. His eyes were clenched in pain.

Lynne stood directly in front of him, lifted her right foot, and kicked him on his forehead. Her heel made devastating contact. He fell backwards and landed with a terrible sound. He hit the back of his head and instantly lost power over all his muscles. He groaned in a stuporous state.

His arms dropped on his side. His legs were bent on the knees and were spread wide.

Lynne immediately went between his legs, unzipped his shorts, and pulled them off from him.  His cock and balls were swollen.  His penis had bruise marks on its head where it received most of Stephanie's slaps. His balls were the size of a grapefruit.

She waited for him to wake and readied herself between his legs.

Sean's eyes fluttered. The room was spinning. He must have had a concussion. He lifted his head and was instantly frightened by what he saw.

Lynne was standing between his legs and had her right knee raised.

She yelled, "Submit!" She slammed her right heel into his balls.

Sean's legs bounced up in pain. Lynne grabbed them by the knees and kept them spread apart.

"Submit!" she again yelled. Her left heel slammed into his testicles.

Sean let out a screech. His arms tried to grab on to his genitals but they wouldn't follow his directions.

"Submit!" her right heel now stayed on his balls. Lynne twisted her foot attempting to pulverize his testicles with her weight.

Sean howled like a hurt wolf. His throat became raw from all his screaming.

He felt his legs drop and saw Lynne walk away. For a brief moment he was thankful for the respite.

However, when he looked up again, he shuddered in horror when he saw his daughter between his legs.

"Stephanie, no, please don't!" Sean pleaded.

Stephanie lifted her right knee and slammed her foot down on her father's balls. "Submit!" she yelled out. She lifted her left knee and slammed her foot down on him.

"Submit!" she yelled a few more times each time she stepped on his balls.

Sean's body jumped with her every hit. He has lost all his voice and could only croak in pain.

Stephanie saw her father's scrotum were inflated like water balloons. She jumped up in the air, aimed for her father's testicles, and landed on them with her right knee.

"If you love me, dad, submit!" she said softly.

She felt something give in his sack. It was like a bone cracked.

Sean's eyes dimmed. And the last vision he saw was his daughter crushing his balls.

His mind broke into tiny little pieces.

He woke up and accepted absolute domination.
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It had been four weeks already. Time flew quickly. Lynne and Stephanie finally got to visit Blarney Castle and even kissed the stone.

Sean was still recovering from his injuries. He went to the hospital after he passed out at work. A CT Scan showed he had a chronic hematoma that built at the front of his brain. The specialist thought that it would go away on its own and that he didn't need surgery. The neurologist was worried it may affect his demeanor.

His thumbs were on casts. He injured them while working on a combine, he said.  He was granted some paid time off to heal.

He kept his other injury hidden from his doctor. His penis has fully recovered. His testicles were still slightly swollen. His left ball was still intact. His right was slightly misshapen. It was still sore on touch especially where it was ruptured.

He kept himself busy around the house. He waited on Stephanie and Lynne like a servant. He cooked and cleaned and provided everything the girls requested. His uniform around the house was mostly Spandex shorts allowing easy access to his genitals.

The self defense lessons became more bearable. The girls' blows to his genitals became small taps. They did not need to hit him full force knowing he has found his position in life.

He was rewarded at least one orgasm a week. Stephanie has decided not to participate in any of this. Lynne would masturbate him every Wednesday night ending each session with a punch on his balls whenever he orgasmed.

Sean even bought Lynne a new iPad. They had frequent Skype conversations with her family in Grosse Ile.

On her last day in Ireland, before they left for the airport, Lynne decided to reward herself. She slipped into Sean's bedroom and sat on his erection and fucked him twice to orgasm.

To outsiders, everything appeared normal. Sean was the father. Stephanie was his daughter.

Behind the closed doors it was a little different.

The big strong man had to be broken to fix the little weak girl.

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Here's what's on next week!

My best friend's dad.

Lynne and Stephanie decide to practice their self defense techniques on Sean with devastating effects. Sean decides he should fight back and planned to regain his advantage.
Stephanie gets to witness who wins when man and woman tussle in an all out bare knuckle battle.


And...

The Bully

Synopsis:

Jennifer was raising a young brat. Her 17-year-old son Matt,  was a known terror in town. He was the local bully and targeted young girls.
He already had several run-ins with the police.
The final straw was when she caught him forcing a 12-year old girl give him fellatio.
She decided to take matters into her own hands and teach him how to respect women.
Matt's nightmare began when his mother started her own brand of discipline.

My best friend's dad (Part 3)

The drive to Wilton was excruciating for Sean. Lynne was giving out instructions on what she wants to happen when they come back home.

She instructed Sean to remove the parental controls on Stephanie's computer. She wished to give Stephanie a crash course tonight on self defense. Her iPad simply won't open some of the videos that needed Flash program.

Sean could not believe what he was hearing. He was being blackmailed to participate in this perverse game and he could not figure out a way how to get out of it.

"I refuse to do this...you can't force me to do anything...you're just a little girl!" he said in a deep yet desperate voice.

Lynne who was sitting on the front passenger seat leaned towards him, raised her right hand, and viciously slapped him on his left cheek.

"You do what I tell you or I go to the police and tell them how you raped me while I was sleeping. What do you think Stephanie will think of her father if I showed her the video?" she asked.

Sean was shocked by her violence. The slap was not painful but it jarred him. He realized how hopeless his situation was becoming.

"Ta tu olc," he muttered.

Lynne reached over with her left hand, grabbed his crotch and squeezed, "From now on, Sean, you only speak when I want you to speak. You follow my instructions and you don't go to prison for raping a minor..."

Sean almost lost control of the vehicle just then. He immediately applied the brakes when the Rover skidded onto the shoulder of the road.

Lynne stared at him. She was enjoying the new found power she has over him, this strong man, with his muscles, and brute strength. She stared at his eyes directly and challenged his authority.

"Teigh trasna ort fein," he growled. He grabbed her hand and pushed it away from his crotch.

She had a momentary feeling of fear when she felt his strong grasp effortlessly remove her grasp from his balls. She felt her left wrist burn in his tight grip.

She immediately formed a claw fist with her right and attacked his face. Her fingers scraped his left temple and eye. He pulled his face away and attempted to block her attacks.

He grabbed both her wrists and pushed towards her side of the vehicle. She was helpless because of his strength.

"You need help...you are sick..you can't do this to me..." he tried to plead with her.

At that moment, they both noticed a white car with the word "GARDA" on its hood park directly in front of their vehicle.

Both realized it was the police and immediately stopped their struggles. Sean was starting to sweat. His armpits started to soak. He held the steering wheel with clammy hands.

Lynne breathed out a sigh of relief and said in a soft but stern voice, "You will not get in trouble if you agree to my demands. I swear I will tell this cop you fucked me against my will...you agree to follow my every instruction or you will find yourself in prison being fucked in the ass by perverts like you...do you fucking understand?"

He looked at her. She stared directly at his eyes. A female officer walked towards his side of the vehicle.

He was broken. He nodded his head, closed his eyes,  and in a soft deep voice said "Yes."

"You ok there?" the bangharda smiled, her eyes surveying the car.

"Yes we are, officer," Lynne said, "Mr Flynn was just showing me the barley they grow in these fields...I'm from America, I haven't seen barley before."

Sean smiled and composed himself. "She is visiting my daughter and I for the summer."

"Carry on then," the cop said, satisfied by what she saw and  heard.

Sean stepped on the gas pedal and slowly eased the vehicle out of the shoulder and into the pavement. He slowly sped up and attempted to comprehend his role in her lessons.

Lynne had everything planned and instructed him the lessons were in several parts. She had to teach Stephanie on male anatomy, self defense, and how to dominate man in the household.

He has no choice but to provide his body for her daughter's learning.

Stephanie was waiting outside of the leisure center where art classes were held every Monday. She flagged them them down and smiled.

She got into the back of the vehicle and started to chatter about how beautiful her day had been.

Lynne started a conversation with her as if nothing had happened. She and Stephanie talked about things that 14-year-old girls found interesting.

Stephanie wanted to take Lynne to the driving range and play a round of golf one day. She mentioned her father bought her a new set of golf clubs. She would practice in their backyard and see how far she could drive the golf balls.

Sean was still spinning and drove like a zombie. Grunting and putting up a fake smile each time her daughter laughed.

They stopped by Babbling Brook, a pub a few miles from their home. The girls finished their fish and chips. Sean had iced water and had no appetite whatsoever.

Stephanie excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Lynne took advantage of her absence and laid out her instructions to Sean in great detail. The rest of the day will be devoted only on theories of self defense. Tomorrow, he is to call in sick and provide his body for practical demonstration.

Once they arrived, Sean did what he was told and removed the parental controls on his daughter's computer.

He made up a reason and told her daughter he was going out for a long walk.

Lynne suggested they go online to study self defense further.

Stephanie seemed to be more interested this time. She turned on her computer and was surprised her Google results weren't filtered.

Lynne showed her websites about rape victims. She also showed her a site listing sex offenders around Grosse Ile. Unfortunately, they could not find a registry anywhere online for Ireland.

Stephanie showed more interest when Lynne showed her self defense sites. This time, she showed her videos from different martial arts sites. Most dealt with ballbusting. Both girls giggled each time a man dropped to his knees, or yelped in pain, or clutched his groin.

"I wish I could do that, then I wouldn't be scared that what happened to mom can happen to me," Stephanie said.

Lynne smiled and said, " Are you willing to learn? I can teach you tomorrow if you wish."

Stephanie's eyes sparkled for a second but she then pouted, "Where are we going to get a boy to fight?"

"We are not fighting a boy. I will show you how to defeat a real man," Lynne replied, shifting her gaze towards a photo of Sean on Stephanie's dresser.

Stephanie suddenly understood what she meant. "Ewww! I can't do that to my own father!"

Lynne shifted her tone and said, "The first thing you need to know is that all men are alike. They are driven by one thing alone...and that is to hurt as many women as they can."

"Not my father!" Stephanie protested.

Lynne whispered, "Can you keep a secret?"

Stephanie nodded yes.

She turned on her iPad and showed her a video. It showed Sean walk in her room and sit on her bed. It showed her sleeping form and how lustful his eyes looked. It showed his hand grope her body and undress her. The video promptly ended.

Stephanie could not believe her eyes. She blinked several times trying to clear her vision from the forming tears.

"I am so sorry..." Lynne started to cry, "I was so scared of him, he raped me, and I wish I could have done something."

The word rape reverberated in Stephanie's head. Memories of her mother's death rushed in. She started to weep. Her deep respect for her father crumbled. Her pervasive feeling that it had always been her father's fault surfaced. Love was quickly turning to hatred.

Her first lessons tonight flipped a switch in her brain. Instead of hiding, she can fight back!

"How are you going to teach me to defend myself when you couldn't defend yourself from my father?" Stephanie asked.

Lynne felt caught in a lie and made up a story, "I was able to fight him off eventually..."

They both skipped dinner and laid in bed. Lynne told her the partial truth. She mentioned how Sean would ogle at her and how he would always have an erection around her. She said she was able to convince Sean to submit to their punishments for absolution.

Stephanie was still in shock and tried to comprehend the events of that day. She finally slept thinking that when she woke up all these would have been just a dream.

The next day Stephanie woke up with a headache. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She recounted the night before and decided to herself to learn as much about men as possible.

Lynne was already in the kitchen and appeared to be having a one way conversation with Sean. Sean was on one side of the kitchen counter and had his head down. He appeared to be listening intently.

When Stephanie walked in, Sean slightly perked up and said, "Good morning sweetie. What do you want for breakfast?"

When they locked eyes, Sean realized that things have changed.

"We want to have breakfast outside. Hurry up. We have a long day today!" Lynne barked.

Sean quickly snapped to attention and started to prepare breakfast.

Lynne smiled at Stephanie. Both girls walked out to the backyard and settled themselves on their chairs.

They talked about the rules for the day. Lynne divided the lessons in parts. This morning, after breakfast, Stephanie will learn human anatomy.

Sean walked out with a tray of bread, fried eggs, sausages, and sliced tomatoes. He set the tray down and served portions on each of the girl's plates. He averted his eyes the whole time, appeared tense and uncomfortable.

Stephanie noticed her father's outfit. It was a tight white Spandex shorts and equally tight Underarmour sleeveless shirt.

He looked splendid, Lynne thought. She persuaded him to change his clothes this morning.

Sean towered over the two young girls. He was lean but very muscular. His body was conditioned by his love for triathlons. He had broad shoulders. His biceps were thick. His chests were chiseled and formed an outline in his tight shirt. His waist was narrow.

He bent over to pick up a paper napkin that was blown by a soft breeze. His tight Spandex left little to the imagination. He provided the two girls a view of his muscular buttocks as he bent down. His crotch had a large outline of his fat penis pointing south. Underneath his shaft lay two orbs as large as plums.

The shorts appeared sheer from wear. Sean usually wore jockstraps whenever he use this pair. He was forbidden by Lynne to use any underwear. The pink flesh tone of his penis was slightly visible through the fabric.

He used modesty as much as he can. He would cover his package with the breakfast tray or occasionally both his hands. Lynne thought this was annoying.

"Stand over there..hands on your sides...and move only when requested," she barked an order.

Sean reluctantly stood across from where they sat. The girls now have an unobstructed view of his strong built and the large bulge in his shorts.

Stephanie found this amusing and exhilarating. She has never had power over anyone before. Now she has a large powerful man on her beck and call.

Meanwhile, Sean's brain was protesting all this. He thought of several ways to regain control and get him out of this bind. He couldn't believe how his daughter has been behaving. He decided this may be a product of the trauma she endured when his wife was killed.

The psychotherapist informed him one time that Stephanie may be prone to dissociative identity disorder. She mentioned that her mother's death may have fractured her young mind into tiny pieces of personalities.

This was the only reason this is happening, Sean thought. He looked into his daughter's eyes. They appeared vacant. He confirmed to himself this was another person.

This knowledge only gave him a peace of mind that there may still be some salvation. He still could not figure out how to deal with Lynne and his sexual indiscretion.

His thoughts were interrupted by Lynne barking a new set of orders, "Tidy up the table...report back in 5 minutes!"

Sean snapped to it and worked like a soldier. He gathered their plates and set them on his tray. He walked back into the kitchen and placed them in the sink.

He knew what was coming and delayed walking out. He cannot believe he was being blackmailed by a young chit of a girl who he could easily break in half with his arms.

He stood by the sink and looked out the kitchen window. The girls were facing the green expanse of barley fields and appeared to be in deep conversation.

He saw Lynne's head look at his direction and heard a loud yell summoning him to come out.

He marched slowly towards the girls. His shoulders were slumped. His heart was palpitating. His legs felt like molasses.

Lynne ordered him to stand directly in front from where they sat. He stood there and stared out into the distance.

Lynne got up and walked towards Sean. Stephanie sat on her chair and watched.

"The human male is built with muscle and brute force," Lynne said. She grabbed Sean's right bicep and squeezed. "These arms can pound you to dirt."

Lynne used her right hand and rubbed his thick chest. "The male could bench press both our weights easily."

Her fingers pinched his right nipple making it stand in attention.

Lynne ran her hand up and down his flat belly and felt the ridges of his six-pack through his shirt. "The male's core starts from his belly down his hips, buttocks and thighs." She ran both hands down his sides, grabbed each mound of his buttocks and squeezed.

"The male can easily destroy anything it wants to but nature provided a convenient chink in all of his muscular armor," Lynne stood immediately to Sean right side, and pointed to his crotch.

Sean felt humiliated. He wanted to shrink and disappear. He shut his eyes and pretended none of this was happening.

Lynne pressed down her right index finger on the tip of Sean's penis.  He flinched and attempted to move his hip away.

Lynne lifted her right hand and slapped him across the face violently, "You only move when I tell you to move, or I swear you will hurt like you haven't hurt before!"

Sean felt the sharp sting of her slap. His ear buzzed for a few seconds from the impact. He stared at Lynne's eyes but quickly lowered his gaze.

He stood up straight and pushed his hips out. His stance accentuated his cock and balls. The size was straining through his tight white shorts.

Stephanie sat transfixed. She was impressed by how Lynne put her father in place.

Lynne now grabbed the shaft of his penis with the thumb and fingers of her right hand. Through his shorts, she started to manipulate his penis, pushing it to one side, then lifting it one way, finally positioning  the tip pointing up towards his belly. Now the penis was out of the way, his two testicles became even more visible.

The groping made his dick slightly stiff. It thickened and started to elongate. Sean tried his best to keep from getting a full erection.

"The male genitals include the penis..." she ran her right hand along the shaft of his penis..."and the testicles..." and cupped his balls in her palm.

"They provide the energy and weapon to subdue us women," she said, still holding on to his balls.

"Observe," she said as she used both her hands to grab his shorts by their garters and quickly pulled them down to his knees.

Sean's cock and balls plopped out into view. He felt his humiliation complete.

Stephanie let out a silent gasp when she saw her father's genitals for the first time. He had a large, fat and uncircumcised penis that drooped down from his red pubic hair. His testicles were in a loose bag of scrotum and hung low reaching the middle of his thighs.

Lynne instructed Stephanie to come forward and feel his genitals in her hands.

Without hesitation, she walked towards her father, raised both her hands and grabbed his soft shaft.

Sean had his eyes closed though all this. He refused to see the perverted games Lynne was playing.

Stephanie held the base of his shaft with her left hand and the tip with her right. His penis was spongy in her grasp. She felt it had several tubes inside it that rolled in her grip. She then grabbed each of his balls with her hands and felt their sizes. They were plums and felt heavy. They rolled inside their sack.

Lynne then told her to stand back and observe further.

"You are no longer allowed to masturbate or have any orgasm without consent from me or Stephanie," she said.

Sean felt the need to vomit. He kept his eyes shut and tried his best to tune her out.

"Any violation will immediately be met with the harshest punishment," she said.

"Today I allow you to come to show Stephanie how your filthy cock works," she continued.

Lynne spit on Sean's penis. Her sputum hit him on his foreskin. She then grabbed his penis with her right hand and slowly stroked it, her spittle lubricating her touch. She pulled on his member. It looked like pulling taffy.

Stephanie's eyes widened when she saw his penis getting larger. The prepuce retracted and exposed the shiny pink glans underneath. It looked like a large mushroom head. His penis continued to stiffen and widen. He must be at least 8 inches long. It jutted straight out and upwards. To her it looked like a small baseball bat. Like the weapon the police thought was used on her mother.

Lynne started to pump his penis furiously. His balls swung side to side. His hips stiffened and started to buck in timing with her up and down motion.

Sean's breathing became heavier and came in short bursts. He still had his eyes shut trying to avoid seeing his daughter as Lynne defiled him.

"Open your eyes!" Lynne ordered.

Sean resisted.

Lynne grabbed his right testicle with her left hand and again ordered, "Open your fucking eyes or you lose a testicle!"

She started to squeeze and felt his right ball change shape under her grip.

"AAARRRGH!" He yelled and relented. He opened his eyes and stared at her angrily.

She continued to pump his penis with her right hand and squeezed his left ball even tighter, "You dare look at me! Who gave you permission to look at me?" She yelled.

"AAAIIIIEEE!" He screeched. He averted his eyes and focused his gaze far away.

From out of nowhere, he heard a soft voice..."Look at me!"

He looked down and saw the order came from his daughter.

Stephanie's stare bore through his eyeballs. He saw stars and felt his head almost explode. He looked at her and saw domination.

"HAWRR! HAWRR! HAWRR!" He grunted signaling his orgasm. Thick streams of semen spurted out from his penis and landed on his daughter's face.

Lynne continued to pump his penis and changed its directions attempting to avoid Stephanie's face. His fluids spread everywhere. It landed on Stephanie's blouse, her arms, and feet.

Fully spent, Lynne let go of his penis. He continued to drip come down the ground. His balls were now closer to his body. His sack appeared to have shortened in length. His huge strong figure slumped even further. His chin was now touching his chest. He shut his eyes again and started to sob.

Stephanie was all at once shocked and disgusted by her father. Come dripped from her cheek down the side of her mouth. Her arms were drenched with his white sticky fluid.

"You son of a bitch!" Lynne roared, seeing his come all over her best friend's face.

Sean opened his eyes. Through his misty vision he saw Lynne too late.

Lynne stood directly in front of him and aimed. She took her right arm, made a fist, and swung up. She hit him on the nose with an upper cut.

Sean's head snapped back. He held his nose with both hands. Blood started to congest his passages.

At the same time, Lynne was prepared to execute her next move. As his head snapped back, Sean thrusted his pelvis forwards. His cock and balls now hung low and provided a great target.

She immediately stepped back, reared her right leg, swung it up, aimed for his balls, and kicked. The balls of her right foot punted his testicles. Her pedicured toes disappeared in his sagging scrotum. He felt his balls slam up into his groin.

Sean fell to the ground on his knees and grabbed his balls with both hands. His nose dripped of blood and he started making hacking noises. Blood sprayed and splattered everywhere.

He fell on to his back and assumed a fetal position. His bent legs were up in the air. His knees were folded on to his chest. His shorts were somehow completely pulled off from his legs. His hands still held on to his aching balls while he rocked his body back and forth.

The two girls stood there watching him suffer. This big strong brute was now reduced to a blubbering gel.

All with one blow. Stephanie felt empowered.

Lynne grew tired of his crying and grabbed him by the hair with both hands. She pulled on his head and attempted to pull him up to his feet.

Sean's testicular pain started to ease. He quickly felt his balls and made sure they were still intact. He decided he has had about enough and grabbed Lynne's wrists with both hands.

His eyes challenged hers and told her to let go of his hair or he'll break her arms.

Stephanie witnessed this.

Lynne had her hands on either side of Sean's head, pulling his hair towards her. Her father's body and buttocks were on the ground, his neck was flexed from Lynne's pulling. His legs were slightly spread apart and bent on their knees. His balls hung between his thighs and touched the ground. His penis was limp and rested on his belly.

Lynne started to shriek in pain as Sean continued to tighten his grip on her wrists.

Stephanie looked around the yard and saw her golf bag sitting next to the door. She grabbed her favorite fairway wood and walked next to his father's legs. She raised the club high and aimed. The head of the club swung down with lightning speed. A swooshing sound was then followed by a sickening slapping noise.

Stephanie saw the golf club strike her father's testicles. Her swing somehow followed through, lifting his balls up, stretching his scrotum, and making his testicles snap back. His balls landed on either side of his penis and rested on his lower belly. His legs kicked out in a spasm. He now laid spread-eagled. His scrotum started to contract as if attempting to hide from further assault.

"AAAIIIEEE!" Sean yelled. The pain made him squeeze Lynne's wrist tighter forcing her to let go of his hair. He flexed his arms to his right, lifting and dragging Lynne like rag doll. He tossed her to one side. Lynne fell on her back and lost her breath.

Before her father could grab his balls, Stephanie swung the golf club again. The wide  head of the club hit him at the base of his penis and the underside of his two balls. This time the hit sounded wet.

Sean's whole body spasmed. He looked like he was seizing. His arms flailed from side to side. His legs kicked out repeatedly.

Finally, after a few seconds, Sean stopped moving. Stephanie quickly leaned in and heard her father was still breathing. He must have passed out, she concluded.

She looked down to inspect her father's cock and balls. He appeared to have a welt on his scrotum. She lifted both his testicles up and saw a small trickle of blood where her fairway wood made the worst contact.

Lynne got up and walked next to her. She smiled and touched her best friend's right shoulder.

"Help me get him inside..." Lynne said, "part two of today's lesson is still coming."

Lynne grabbed both his arms while Stephanie grabbed his legs by the ankles. He was heavy. They lifted/dragged him across the backyard, through the kitchen, and into the middle of the living room.

Sean laid there spread-eagled. He was still stuporous from his assault.

"We need to prepare him for this afternoon," she said, walking in from the kitchen with a Ziplock bag full of ice.

She placed this on top of his balls. She wanted him to recover as much as possible for what was to come next.

His penis has escaped much injury. There was a hint of bruising at the base of the undershaft of his penis. His testicles where intact on thorough inspection. His scrotum bore the blunt of her hits.

Lynne and Stephanie sat on the couch and waited for him to rouse. Stephanie needed to learn self defense, and Lynne couldn't wait to show her.

My best friend's dad (Part 2)

Lynne and Stephanie spent the rest of the Sunday afternoon helping Sean cook dinner. The day was warm and sunny. They all decided to get more comfortable and cooked dinner on the grill in the backyard.

Sean was wearing a sleeveless shirt and plaid cotton shorts. Lynne made quick glances at the bulge in front of his crotch. He must be wearing boxers underneath, she thought, or something loose. She noticed an outline of his penis dangling down the right leg of his shorts. She kept an eye on it the whole afternoon.

Both girls wore bikini tops and cut off denim shorts. Lynne was just a little taller than Stephanie. Both are on the very beginning of their puberty, but Lynne appears to mature much quicker. Her breasts have started to develop and at the very minimum are already C cups. Stephanie's are still flat, but her nipples have started to become more obvious.

Lynne had a tiny waist and well shaped hips. It was obvious she is an athlete. Her legs were muscular and well defined. She was wearing flip flops. Her feet were manicured with trendy pink and lavender nail polish.

Stephanie was slightly chubby. The past two years she has been mostly sedentary. Her waist was soft. Her hips were more slender. She appeared to be holding on to her baby fat.

Sean noticed how pretty Lynne had grown up. He stole glances at her breast and buttocks. He has not had any sexual encounter with anyone since his wife died. His sexual drive only returned a few months ago. His only outlet is masturbation almost on a daily basis.

His penis appeared to have a mind of its own. It started to stiffen despite of his attempts to quell his lusty thoughts. It formed an obvious tent on his crotch.

Lynne was startled by the sight. She saw the right leg of Sean's shorts begin to rise, lifted underneath by what appeared to be a long pipe. He started to walk funny, like he was carrying a heavy load between his legs. She caught him staring at her breasts and instantly knew that she has him where she wants it.

The grilled steaks and vegetables were done. The girls helped set up the table while Sean distributed the meat. He attempted to hide his erection as best as he can by walking around the yard with his back facing the girls.

When everyone sat down, Sean sighed in relief. At least the table can hide his true thoughts.

Lynne was deliberate. She pouted her lips and licked them slowly each time exclaiming, "Mr Flynn, your meat is very juicy!"

She occasionally stretched her arms out, pushing out her breasts, and would say things like: "I am exhausted from the flight." "I think I could use a massage!" "My body feels tight!"

Sean's face flushed bright pink. The more he tried to look away, the more he caught himself staring at Lynne's lips and breasts. His penis was painfully hard in his shorts. He adjusted himself every few minutes.

Lynne was aware of his predicament. She pretended to drop a fork and when she picked it up from under the table, she stared between his legs. She saw his penis poking out from one the legs of his shorts. The head was bright pink. The foreskin was clearly retracted. It and was starting to dribble clear sticky fluid.

Lynne sat up and said. "Mr Flynn, I enjoy eating your steak!" Her gaze hung on to him just one second longer.

Sean was going insane. He kept his left arm under the table and started to slowly rub his erection with his left hand.

Stephanie was oblivious to Lynne's game. She just sat there chatting about her appointment with the therapist the next day.

Lynne continued with her compliments. She said she liked the the meat was bright pink in the middle.

Sean excused himself quickly. He bolted up from the chair and shuffled quickly back into the house.

Stephanie did not give it a mind. She thought her father had to go to the bathroom.

Lynne, however, knew what he was planning to do. She mentioned she also had to use the loo, got up a minute behind Sean, and walked back in the house.

She walked towards his bedroom. The door was closed. She heard deep breathing inside. She carefully turned the door knob and eased the door just about one inch wide. She saw Sean sitting on the edge of the bed, his shorts down to his knees, with his right hand wrapped around his penis.

He was large. His penis was about 7 to 8 inches long and it was very thick. Lynne has never seen anyone quite as thick, and she has seen plenty on the internet. His balls bounced up and down in time with his jerking hand.

Sean was pumping his cock furiously. He had his eyes shut and was oblivious to anything around him. He let out a low grumbling moan and his whole body started to stiffen. His outstretched legs appeared to harden and his toes curled up.

His breathing became labored and finally with one soft growl, he came. A long rope of cream erupted from his penis with such force it flew at least 5 feet from where he sat. He erupted again and again, each one was preceded by a groan.

His shorts was soaked by his semen. Some more dripped from his penis, down his shaft, and balls.

He finally opened his eyes and immediately saw his bedroom door was ajar. He locked eyes with Lynne's for an instant. Then he saw her figure run away.

In panic and embarrassment, he jumped to the bathroom, wiped himself clean, then quickly changed shorts.

He walked outside and avoided eye contact with Lynne for the rest of the day.

Around 9 pm, after they have tidied up their mess, Sean told Stephanie to go to bed. She had an early day tomorrow with the therapist.

Stephanie and Lynne walked up the stairs. Lynne turned around and said, "Good night, Mr Flynn. I am really happy you invited me to stay. I hope someday I can repay you."

Sean smiled back uncomfortably. His whole face turned red. He looked at her eyes and saw something familiar. He quickly said good night and walked back to his room. He remembered to lock his door that night.

The next day, Lynne woke up around 9 am. She was still trying to adjust to the time difference. The house was empty but she expected that. Stephanie had therapy in the morning and had an art class at noon. Mr Flynn was going to pick her up after 12 so they both can  fetch Stephanie. He was planning to take both kids to Blarney Castle and kiss the Stone.

Lynne hatched a plan overnight. She had to hit two birds with one stone. She wanted to fuck Mr Flynn and somehow use him to teach Stephanie self defense.

She quickly showered, dried herself off, but stayed in her dressing robe. She waited for him to arrive at noon.

When she heard his vehicle drive up. She immediately ran to her bed, laid down, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

She heard him call her name once then twice. This was followed by footsteps up the stairs leading to her bedroom. She left the door unlocked. She heard one knock and her name called out. She held her breath and waited.

The door knob turned and she heard the door creak open slowly. She heard him take a deep breath in a gasp.

She laid there with her eyes shut. Her robe was just barely covering her private parts. Her left breast showed half a nipple. Her belly button was visible where the robe parted just so. She kept the robe open until just above where her pubic hair started.

She felt his stares on her body. She heard his footsteps approach the bed. She let out a small moan. She pretended to be having a dream and touched her vulva with both hands.

His breathing became heavier. She felt his weight sat on on end of the bed.  Electricity shot up from where she felt his fingers touch her inner right thigh.

Sean was insane with lust. Lynne looked so beautiful and soft. Her smell was intoxicating. He touched her inner thigh with his left had and started to run this up towards her vagina. With his right hand, he started to undo her robe further. He lifted both flaps of the robe away from her completely exposing her body.

His left hand reached her mound. He lightly grazed the soft fur of her pubic hair.

She opened her eyes and pretended a gasp.

"Mr Flynn!" she said on the most girlish voice she can muster.

Sean regained his senses and tried to get up in horror.

Lynne quickly grabbed his left hand and said, "Please, Sean, I want it."

She guided his hand towards her clitoris and started rubbing it up and down. She opened her legs wide and wrapped them around his hips.

He quickly unfastened the buttons on his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His penis was already stiff and was bobbing up and down.

"This is not right, " he muttered under his breath, "we shouldn't do this," he said.

She heard his soft protestations and quickly grabbed him by his testicles. They felt heavy in her hands. They were large. She gave them a gentle tug and said, "I know we should."

He completely lost control. He held his penis with his right hand and guided it to her opening.

She was very tight. She was not a virgin by any means and has already had sex with two boys. One was a 14-year old neighbor who shook on top of her like a trout. The other was a 16-year old who came after 10 seconds.

Mr Flynn was different. He was a man with man-sized cock and balls. She was able to take his entire length but his girth was too much for her 14-year old vagina. She bit her lower lip in a mixture of pain and high. She felt his balls slap against her groin each time he pumped his member in.

His eyes were closed. His rosy skin turned red.

He fucked her standing up while she was lying down in bed . It was  at least 5 minutes before he showed signs  that he was near. Lynne sensed this and slipped her hands between their bodies and grabbed each ball in her palms. She gave each one a tight squeeze and had her own orgasm.

He let out a cry and shot semen inside her. He remained standing. All the muscles in his body appeared to have spasmed. After he spent his last seed, he pulled his penis out and saw the blood on the sheets.

"Did I hurt you," he asked with genuine concern.

"Just a little," she said, "you're my first," she lied.

He ran to the bathroom and grabbed some towels. He wiped his cock and balls dry. He then handed her a clean one.

"Are you hurt? Is there anything I can do?" he was starting to panic.

"I am ok, Mr Flynn. I just need help to go to the bathroom," she replied.

He helped her out of bed and supported her all the way to the bathroom.

She saw his penis was starting to shrink. His balls swung with his every step.

Sean suddenly felt naked and put his jeans back on.

Lynne spoke softly, "Can you please give me some privacy?"

"Of course," he said. He quickly shut the bedroom door and ran down the steps.

Lynne looked over the night stand. She had her iPad propped up and set to record the whole event. She checked and smiled in satisfaction when she saw that it did its job.

She stepped in the shower and washed herself off. She touched her vagina and felt a pleasant soreness. His semen dripped between her thighs.

She dried herself off and pulled out a Tampax. She had her period and inserted one in her vagina.

She put on a pair of jeans and a pink cotton shirt.

Once she was ready, she grabbed her iPad and headed down the steps.

Sean was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. He was quiet and appeared to be racked with guilt.

"This is the last thing that I wanted to happen," he started. "I am truly filled with shame for letting that happen."

Lynne set the iPad on the kitchen counter and sat on a stool.

"Mr Flynn, I think I am hurt. I think I want to call my parents," she replied.

In a state of panic, Sean started to jabber. "Let me take you to the hospital...let me fix it...your parents cannot find out!"

"I don't think you can take me to a hospital, Mr Flynn. If they asked me what happened, wouldn't you be arrested for rape?" she said.

Sean's spirit started to crumble. He has become the very monster from whom he wanted to protect his daughter. He has become a rapist!

"What can I do to make this right?" he said, now with tears starting to flow.

Lynne was drunk with her new found power and planned to take advantage of it.

"There is one thing, Sean..." she said.

Sean looked at her and saw her in a different light.

"I think it's time we helped Stephanie regain her confidence and power. With your help, my guidance, I could fix her better than the two years of therapy she had," she said.

Sean furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "Fix her how?"

She held her iPad upright and turned it on. She showed him her favorite YouTube video.

It showed a man being beaten by two women. More specifically, it showed a man whose balls are punished by two women, beating him into submission.

"Self defense 101, Sean," she said, "I teach Stephanie how to get rid of her fear of men."

He still gave her a puzzled look.

"I think it would be very beneficial for Stephanie to gain confidence. She can only achieve that if she has total control over men," she continued.

"What are you saying?" Sean started to realize her obscene request.

"I have to teach her how to dominate men...in every aspect of her life. And guess what, Sean? You're the perfect man to start," she said.

"What the hell are you talking about? I am not going to participate in this perversion," he replied angrily.

"Oh, I think you are, " she said, "and speaking of perversions..."

She played another video on her iPad. This time this showed he fucking Lynne. The event was completely captured.

"I think people might be interested to find how you raped a little girl in your house," she said.

Sean stood in place speechless. He could not believe what was happening. He appeared trapped in his own home.

Lynne walked towards him, reached out and grabbed him by his balls. She squeezed them gently.

"Now let's go get your daughter. She needs her first lesson tonight," she said.

She let his balls go and walked towards the front door. He had no choice but follow her to the car.

"Forget about the Blarney Stone, I don't think I need the gift of gab," she instructed.

She was thinking of his stones, and how two birds intend to hit them.

My best friend's dad (Part 1)

It was Lynne's first trip outside of the United States. Her parents thought it would be a great idea to spend the summer with her best friend Stephanie who is now living in a small city south of Cork, Ireland.

The two girls grew up together in Grosse Ile, Michigan, and have been friends since they could remember. Lynne is now 14 years old and is older than Stephanie by 6 months.

Since they were 6 years old, they have been inseparable. Both of their fathers were mechanical engineers and worked for one of the big Detroit car companies. Their mothers stayed home to raise them. They went to elementary school together and started middle school in one of the township schools. They have done everything together. They even planned on going to New York City to apply for college. Lynne was planning to become a criminal lawyer while Stephanie wanted to be an painter.

Each being a lone child, they bonded and considered themselves sisters.

Everything was quite idyllic until about 2 and a half years ago when one night Stephanie's mother failed to return home. She went to meet her girlfriends for an afternoon round of golf a few miles west of their town.

After 24 hours of exhaustive searching, starting from the golf course, nearby hospitals, and all of her mother's friends, Stephanie's father, Sean called the police.

Her mother's car was found abandoned in a parking lot of the nearby Veterans Library. The police were discouraged when they saw on one of the library's surveillance cameras, a tall male figure wearing a hooded sweater park the car and walk off.

An intense search went underway. Volunteers from their neighborhood drove around the blocks immediately around the golf course and the library. Garbage bins and empty lots were inspected by other volunteers on foot.

The local news media was immediately on the case. Stephanie saw her mother's face on television that night.

Sean was cleared from suspicion when his alibi was confirmed. He was in a meeting in Detroit that stretched to 10 pm. He also volunteered and passed a polygraph test.

On the fourth day of search, a group of volunteers found decaying remains of a woman fitting her mother's description. She was found in a half covered shallow grave in a cemetery just next to the golf course.

It took another 3 days before the forensic pathologist was able to positively identify her mother. Her father tried to protect her from the grim news and kept her inside the house away from the constant barrage of media people.

Ironically, Stephanie learned about the news in the harshest way possible. She read it on twitter. Everyone in town twitted about it. Links were attached to some twits. One link described in horrific detail how her mother must have suffered before she died.

There was evidence of torture. Most of her mother's bones were broken. Her right eyelid was burned by a lit cigarette. Most of her front teeth were smashed by a blunt force, perhaps a fist or someone's kick. Her breasts bore bite marks in at least seven places. One of them was so vicious, her left nipple was torn off. She had internal injuries. Her spleen was ruptured by trauma. She has several ribs broken and her right lung has collapsed. She was assaulted both vaginally and rectally. DNA evidence was collected. There were strangle marks but the cause of death appeared to be intracranial hemorrhage. She was struck on the head with a rock or a brick.

Stephanie read all this online. It completely ruined her. She cried for days and days after.

Her father was extremely upset and despondent. He needed acute grief counseling. He blamed himself for what had happened and thought he should have been a better husband and protector to his wife.

The days turned from better to worse. The DNA did not match any known felons and the police did not have any strong leads. Every avenue turned up to be dead ends.

The internet also turned malicious. Anonymous people sent vicious twits and comments on blogs.

"She deserved it!"

"She was a whore!"

"You're next, Stephanie!"

This pushed Stephanie over the edge. She refused to leave the house. She refused to go to school. She could not sleep in the dark. She stopped eating. She stopped living.

The final straw came one night, about 6 months after her mother was killed. Stephanie answered the phone and there was a deep voice on the other end, "I fucked up your mother. And I am coming for you next!"

Stephanie completely unraveled. She spent he next two weeks in a psychiatric facility.

The police investigated and found the caller. The culprit was a 14-year-old boy who lived four blocks away who had nothing better to do than bullying other children.

Throughout all this, Lynne fulfilled her role as a big sister. She would see her best friend as much as she can, sometimes staying with her on weekends.

Lynne provided comfort, laughter, and emotional support.

Sean decided to take her daughter away from all this and make a fresh start in Ireland. He was born and raised in Kinsale, a small fishing town south of Cork. He decided that big city Detroit is not where children needed to be raised.  He wanted her daughter to be as far away from the crime and vicious social media.

Sean found a house in the middle of a farm land between Cork and Kinsale, just off of R600. He found the home ideal. He found a job as a maintenance engineer in a agricultural machinery company in Enniskean.

He planned to home school Stephanie and hired a tutor to get her through middle school. He also scheduled frequent psychotherapist visits in Wilton.

Lynne and Stephanie parted almost two years ago. It was filled with heartbreak. Their communication was limited to actual writing letters on paper and twice a week phone calls. Stephanie's father decided to limit her access to the internet to avoid her reading unwanted information.

Lynne was so excited when her parents and Sean agreed to have her visit Ireland and stay for one month. She left Detroit and boarded a KLM flight for Cork via Amsterdam.

She landed in Cork airport Saturday midday. She was escorted by a flight attendant through Immigration. After she went through security, she went to baggage claim to collect her luggage.

That's when she saw Sean. She was struck by how attractive he was. She has always fancied him. When he still lived in Grosse Ile, she would sit on her driveway every afternoon waiting for him to run by. He was a triathlete and would run at least 4 races a year.

She thought his body showed it. She remembers enjoying seeing him in his Spandex shorts and tight Underarmour shirt. She was still too young then but she already enjoyed seeing the outline of his genitals though his shorts.

Frequently, he would stop and say hi. He would stand in front of their driveway and chat with her for a few minutes. She always stole quick glances at his crotch, eyeing his penis, hanging to the right, and his testicles forming two round orbs just below it.

Sean walked towards her in full blown smile. He has become even more handsome than she remembers. He was about 6 feet tall and had a quirky cute face. His deep red hair was thicker but was kept neatly groomed. He now has a full face beard that also looked properly trimmed. He was wearing a black t-shirt tucked in tan cargo pants. His arms appeared to have become more muscular. His chest has become more chiseled. His legs have become thicker.

The clean Irish air has been good for him, she thought.

Sean was as equally surprised on how the short two years has changed Lynne. She has reached puberty and it showed. She has grown almost 6 inches taller. Her face elongated into a more oval lady-like shape. Her freckles went away. More impressive are the changes to her figure. She has started to grow breasts and her hips have given her a shapely figure.

Sean gave her a tight hug. Lynne hugged him back and felt the board-like muscles of his belly press onto her breasts.

"Welcome! Steph and I missed you so much!" he said, pulling away from her tight hug.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Flynn. Where's Stephanie?" she replied.

"We will pick her up along the way. She is with her therapist today. She is so excited to see you."

Lynne found his accent very sexy.

She packed two pieces of luggage which he grabbed by the handles and started to lead her to the parking lot. She walked behind him and observed his muscular buttocks flex with his every step.

At one point he bent down to tie the laces of one of his shoes when he noticed it was undone. From behind she saw his package. A bulge that appeared very heavy was within her reach.

They walked into the sunny afternoon towards his Range Rover.

The drive from the airport to Wilton went by quick. They talked about her parents, Detroit, football, school, and whether Lynne had a boyfriend or not.

When they arrived at the therapist's office, Lynne saw Stephanie run from the building towards the SUV.

She jumped off the car met her halfway and quickly embraced.

The drive back home was filled with chatter between the two girls. They mostly talked about the other kids from Grosse Ile. Stephanie has made some friends around the neighborhood. Her tutor is very smart. She plans to go to CIT College to study industrial design.

Lynne still wants to be a lawyer. She now enjoys doing Tae Kwon Do. The women in Grosse Ile have started lessons in self defense.

Sean was very happy to see his daughter come alive again. He has promised himself to do everything that he can to protect his daughter from harm.

They arrived at a beautiful two-storey home. It had a gravelly driveway lined with green shrubbery. The house was in a middle of a barley farm. It was quiet but did not feel isolated because of its proximity to the main road.

The inside of the house was modern. There was one bedroom on the ground floor where Sean slept. Two bedrooms were on the second storey. One was Stephanie's and the other was now hers for the summer. She had a quick tour of the house and the expansive backyard behind it.

Both girls unpacked her luggage and put away her clothes while Sean cooked dinner.

Over dinner, the three caught up further.

It was about 630 pm when the jet lag really hit her. Sean and Stephanie noticed this and insisted she went to bed to rest.

Lynne woke up from a deep sleep around 1130 pm. Her mouth felt dry so she decided to go to the kitchen to get water. The second storey of the house was dim. A night light guided her through the hall and down the stair case. Stephanie must be asleep. Her bedroom door was shut.

Somewhere downstairs, she saw a bright light that appeared to emanate from a television. She crept down the steps and walked towards the living room. When she reached it, she saw Sean's figure on the couch. He must have fallen asleep. He was still wearing his black shirt. But now she saw he was down to his boxers.

She felt a twinge between her legs.

She noticed during her tour of the house that his bedroom closets had  louvered doors. She decided tonight she finds out whether her best friend's father was red all over.

She sneaked to his bedroom, opened one of the closet doors and hid behind his hanging shirts. She closed the door and waited. From her vantage point, she could see his entire bedroom through the cracks between the louvers. She sat and waited and waited.

After about an hour, she was about to give up when she heard footsteps approaching. She froze and held her breath and focused her eyes through the cracks.

She saw Sean walk to the foot of the bed and take off his shirt. His body was lean and muscular. His back was wide in the shoulders narrowing down to his muscular hips. He walked towards the en suite toilet and heard him urinate.

He walked out of the bathroom completely nude. She let out a small gasp when she saw him in all his glory. He was a god, she thought. He had no ounce of fat in his body. His chest was chiseled. His belly bore a six-pack. The muscular lines from both sides of the hips formed a gutter down to his groin.

His penis was fat. It was soft and had pinkish skin. The head was covered in a hood of prepuce. The outline of the glans showed clearly underneath. In its soft state, his shaft was about 4 inches long. His penis hung between two large orbs the size of golf balls. His testicles hung loose and almost reached midway down his thighs. His body was almost hairless except for a thick bush of pubic hair.

The carpet matches the drapes, Lynne smiled.

He jumped in bed and hid under the covers. He turned off the lights and went to sleep.

 Lynne sighed when she lost sight of his genitals.

Lynne waited for about half an hour before deciding to come out of hiding and go to the kitchen.

She was filled with curiosity and wanted to know more about Sean and his genitalia. She touched herself over her panties wishing she had his penis inside.

She went to bed contemplating her next move.

She woke up early the next day to find that Sean has gone to the supermarket. She and Stephanie started to talk about heavier things.

Stephanie still struggled with nightmares. She is still fearful of strange men and could not leave the house fearing she would be assaulted.

Lynne became an older sister all at once. Her heart felt heavy when she realized how weak Stephanie has become. She missed the old Stephanie, confident and carefree.

She decided to bring the old Stephanie back...how to do it? By teaching her not to be afraid! She concluded.

She quickly went back to her room to fetch her iPad. There was WiFi.

Stephanie had access to the computer but only during the day and under supervision.

Lynne quickly signed on the internet and found a self defense site for women.

She aimed to teach her.

The next few hours, she and Stephanie spoke about her black belt in Tae Kwon Do. They also talked about the ladies in the neighborhood holding self defense classes twice a week. She learned a lot about protecting one's self against violent crimes. She stated her favorite part was learning how to beat up men twice her size.

"That's impossible," Stephanie said.

Lynne reassured her and showed her a diagram of men's weakest vital points.

Stephanie blushed when she saw an illustration of a nude man.

"You have seen penis before, right?" Lynne asked.

Stephanie shook her head.

"I have found my calling!" Lynne said and laughed.

She intended to demistefy men and break down their components to her best friend.

She went to different websites showing men in different stages of undress. She explained in explicit detail men's most vital organ. The seat of their power and their weakness.

Stephanie furrowed her eyebrows and told her about her doubts. How could a huge man be beaten by a weaker woman? She felt she needed proof.

At that moment, the front door opened. Sean walked in with groceries in both hands.

"Hi girls!" He greeted them with a broad smile.

Lynne eyed the huge bulge in front of his cargo pants. Her thoughts of sexual intercourse are now mixed with self defense.

She smiled. She may have the perfect man to show Stephanie the proof.