Kendra (Part 1)

It was Kendra's 13th birthday. She was excited because her mom had a "special party" all planned for her.

She felt grown up. Her mother, Melissa, is a beautiful white woman. Kendra is of Japanese descent. She was adopted by her mother when she was very little. She has vague recollections of the event but felt at home the moment she saw her mom.

She is starting to grow into a beautiful young lady. She is about 4'6", petite, and charms everyone with her beautiful brown eyes and pretty smile.

Two days ago, she started bleeding. She and her mom, Melissa, were so excited. Her mom called her a young woman now. She received her first lesson in napkins vs. tampons.

"Young woman." She felt confident and powerful.

She was never always this confident. Her mother always told her the story on how she was found and adopted.

Her immigrant parents died in a car accident where she was the only survivor. At age 3, she was sent to foster care where she apparently was sexually abused. Her foster parents were sent to prison. She ended up in a Catholic charity-run orphanage.

That's where Melissa found her. Through her years of battle against men, she has developed a small network of women in different ranks of power. One of them is a social worker that dealt with abused children. She alerted Melissa on this little girl who was repeatedly sexually assaulted by her foster father.

When Melissa laid eyes on Kendra for the first time, she immediately formed a maternal bond. But beyond a mother-daughter relationship, what she saw was a protégé.

The nuns recommended intense psychological support and referred her to different child therapists. She, on the other hand, disagreed. She had her own form of psychotherapy.

To satisfy child protective services, the social worker that belonged to her network, signed off all her paperwork.

A year after she picked Kendra from the orphanage, it became official. She became mother.

Kendra was home schooled and only had contacts with children of other women who she learned later were part of her mother's network.

Over the next 9 years, Kendra underwent her mother's brand of therapy. This included intense mental and physical conditioning.

Her lessons included human nature, human weakness and strength, crime, punishment, and justice. Her initial lessons were not overtly against men, but the tone changed as the years went by. The last 2 years focused on the evil things men do. She was introduced to human anatomy at age 10. She learned the difference between men and women, mostly on men's weak points. She learned how to exploit these weaknesses.

She was also taught mixed martial arts at a very young age. Her mother, now a black belt in Judo, Karate, Muay Thai Boxing, and Aikido, trained her a mixture of all these arts. Her sparring partners were the women and children of her mother's network.

By the age of twelve, she was able to break her first plywood boards with her fists. Her front kicks also proved devastating when she tried them on half-inch thick stone tiles. She learned to be quick, agile, and light on her feet.

She once beat two older women at the same time to the delight of everyone watching.

But she also learned how to use her assets to exploit her enemies weakness. She was taught ways of being a woman, making herself attractive, luring men, making men let their guards down, then demolish them.

She was different from other children her age. She has become a soldier for her mother's cause.

Her mother invited 10 women. There was a judge, a lawyer, a pharmacist, a police officer, a parole officer, and some she just met.

There were no children or people her age, but this did not bother her. She was used to adults and not having any children as acquaintances.

The party was quite sedate and for all intents and purposes, typical. There was a cake and a birthday song. There were gifts, mostly certificates and cards for online stores.

After everyone had cake and coffee, the atmosphere became more somber. She was led to the middle of the living room and was instructed to stand at attention. The women surrounded her forming a huge circle.

Her mom's social worker friend spoke first. She talked about her experiences as a rape and assault victim. She then narrated a story about an 8-year-old girl who was severely brutalized by a 30-year-old man, she died of internal bleeding. She then talked about her resolve to fight back and contribute to the sisterhood.

Each woman spoke during her turn. Each recounted personal stories about abuse, pain, and sexual assaults they received from men. Some spoke about the crime they see in their work. All finally spoke about their determination to win this battle against men and their weapons.

Kendra has heard these stories before but never this personal. What impressed her was none even shed a tear.

Her mother finally spoke. Her speech contained her own brutal experiences. She spoke of her journey towards recovery. She spoke of the importance of  the sisterhood. She thanked each one present for their contribution to their cause.

Kendra learned that the network had members with different functions. Some provided names of prospective men, some provided means, others provided finances. Still others provided police help, making sure investigations were thrown out or far away from their tracks.

But others were foot soldiers, the front line of attack. The justice keepers, assassins, executioners.

A silent prayer was uttered by the circle. They prayed to the universe asking for strength and will.

When the ritual was over, the guests bade farewell. Hugs were exchanged. Everyone congratulated her and wished her good luck for the days to come. Each one called her sister.

It was the middle of the day when the last guest has left. Her mother stared at her and smiled, took her hand and guided her through the kitchen, through the back door, and out the backyard.

They lived in the middle of a high desert in Southern California. Their nearest neighbor must be at least 10 miles one way and 20 miles the other. Their home is a desert dwelling sitting in a 10 acre land. It was surrounded by Joshua trees and different shrubbery native to the place. It was hot in the summer and cold in the winter.

Her mother always tells her that the desert sterilizes things, searing dirt in the summer, or freezing it in the winter.

They had several one-storey building structures in their compound. There was a guest house a few hundred feet from the main house. A barn sat further out. She once heard her mother say of another house just at the edge of their property, deeper in the desert.

She was led to the barn. It was relatively new and well-maintained. It contained several objects they have collected over the years.

Inside the barn was another structure, a private room with the door always locked. She once asked her mother what it contained. She was told she will know in due time.

Time is now due. Her mother unlocked the door with a key she fished from her pocket. The room was spacious. It had airconditioning and it felt comfortable inside. It had a small kitchen with various implements. A small refrigerator sat on one end.

At the far end of the room was a lounge. It contained a comfortable sofa and a few chairs, all of which faced a large flat-screened television.

On one wall hung a glass-covered case about ten-feet long. On the case sat curious glass jars filled with clear liquid, each had a label on which were names. Paul, Dan, Bubba, Scott, John, Mateo...

The jars contained what appeared to be meat. On close inspection, she recognized their true contents. They were meat. Dog meat, as her mother would usually described men's genitalia.

She saw pairs of testicles of varying sizes. Some were perfectly oval, others show signs of rupture, one contained balls completely sliced in half, exposing the inner workings.

On one end of the case sat jars filled with tubes. She immediately knew what they were. Each was labeled with names of their previous owners. She found herself surprisingly interested to see the difference between each one. Each appeared to have been collected at their full length.

Mateo had foreskin, it was about 6 inches long, fat and wrinkly. Dan was circumcised. His was long, about 7 inches, was still pink, and showed trauma to the slit. Mark's was the longest. It was probably 10 inches, maybe more. It was stuffed in the jar, bent across the middle. It bore marks of punishment. The skin from just below the penis head down half way the length of the shaft was peeled like a banana, surely with a sharp instrument.

She inspected the collection for what must have been half an hour.

On the wall, immediately to the right of the case hung a quilt. It was made of irregularly shaped squares of leather-like pieces of cloth. It was about 3 square feet, she estimated. The square patches were in different shades of brown. Some were pinkish in hue, others were dark, like the color of chocolate. She wondered what kind of fabric the quilt was made from.

She turned around and asked her mother.

Her mother gave her a knowing smile.

"Ahh! Look closely and you tell me," her mother replied.

Up close, she saw that it must be made of leather. Each patch was expertly sewn to the next. The stitches could barely be seen. Yet up close she saw a pattern, sets of ridges extended from a vertical line in the middle of each patch. On most of the patches she saw one or two shafts of hair.

She exclaimed, "They're ballsacks!"

Her mother laughed. "They are scrotal skin." She said, correcting her daughter.

She dragged her fingertips lovingly on each patch. She loved the texture of the raphes and ridges of each square.

With her mother's permission she pulled down the quilt and closely inspected it. It felt soft like velvet.

"Thank your sister Samantha. She is an expert tanner." Her mother said.

On the back side of each patch were the names of men written in permanent ink. She excitedly got up and stood next to the trophy case. She wanted to match each name to a body part.

Dan's scrotum was the softest, it felt almost alive under her touch. Max had the largest patch, and when she saw his penis and testicles in their containers, she was not surprised by their sizes.

She only counted 16 squares. She turned around again and asked her mother.

"Not all of the skins survived the collection process, some of them were simply too damaged." she responded.

Indeed they were. At an even closer inspection she saw what she did not see earlier. Each square bore evidence of its punishment. Mateo's scrotum was darker because it also had the faint color of bruising. John's scrotum was uneven in texture. She saw stitches sewn where the skin was lacerated in several places. Dan's had tiny cross-like scars which puzzled her.

"He was punished with a Phillips screwdriver." Her mother quickly said answering her quizzical look.

She looked for the jar containing Dan's testicles. That explains the multiple stab wounds it bore, she thought.

Her mother then instructed her to return the quilt from where it hung. She was told to sit on the sofa. She was told she needed to start her next phase of lessons...becoming the foot soldier of the cause.

She is to watch a series of learning videos over the next few days.

Her mother dimmed the lights in the room and turned the TV by remote. Her mother then left her inside the room.

The film had her mother teaching her about the sisterhood. It lasted for about half an hour. She was slightly bored of the lesson.

The next film proved to be more interesting. It was a medical video on human anatomy. It showed a live naked male. She recognized Sarah, a medical doctor in the network, giving instructions. The man appeared to be sleeping. He was held up with his arms and legs secured by straps on an X-shaped structure. His head was strapped up with leather binding across his forehead.

The truth is she has never had any long interactions with men before. She met her first boy a few years ago when one of her mother's friends brought a little kid. She met her first adult male when a UPS truck delivered a big box last year.

She has seen men on TV, when her mother let her watch movies dealing mostly with rape and revenge.

Sarah spoke in a flat monotonous way. She pointed to several key areas of the man's anatomy that would incapacitate him when struck.

She perked up even more when the camera zoomed in on the man's genitals.

She saw Sarah pick up the man's penis and describe its parts. She then took a piece of tape and applied it across the man's penis onto to his belly, keeping it away from his loosely hanging balls.

Sarah grabbed the man's balls and described in detail how each felt. She took a penlight, darkened the room, and held the lit bulb against the man's right ball. Transillumination revealed the deeper structures of the balls. She learned that she may use this technique in the field to determine the extent of damage.

The camera widened its view and she now saw the man was starting to wake up. This was the first time she saw Sarah show any emotion. She slapped the man on the face twice and yelled. She ordered him to wake up.

The man started to scream. Sarah immediately gagged him with what appeared to be a rubber ball which she quickly secured around his mouth.

He screams became muted.

"I welcome you to the sisterhood, Kendra. I am proud of you." Sarah talked to her over the TV.

"What I will show you is just a preview of the videos your mother prepared for you. Watch them and learn from them." she said.

She saw Sarah grab the man by his penis and balls. She started twisting his genitals around and around. She could hear his muffled screams.

Sarah then let go of his balls and walked off camera. After a few moments she returned pushing a small wooden table directly in front of the strung-up man.

The table was at the perfect height. She pushed this all the way so that the table edge pressed on his upper thigh. She then gathered his genitals and laid them on the table.

His cock and balls were large. His penis, although flaccid, was at least 6 inches in length. His balls were round and low hanging, their contents were like golf balls.

Sarah walked off camera again. She heard female voices in the background. She heard something heavy or metallic clanging unseen.

She saw his eyes give a deathly stare. He gave a muffled scream. Drool dripped from his mouth and started to pool around his genitals.

When Sarah came back in the picture, she understood the man's fright. On her left hand she held a mallet, the kind one uses to tenderize meat. On her right hand she bore a large machete that appeared sharp and heavy.

She stood on one side of the table. She set the knife down and held the mallet with her right hand. She gave instructions to an unseen person. The TV flickered and went black. When it came back, the screen was split in two. On the left side was a wide shot showing the strapped man, genitals on the table, and Sarah ready to bat next to it. On the right side of the screen was his genitals in zoom. She could see his body quivering, trying to pull his hips away from the table.

"This man raped three women and got away with legal technicality." Sarah stated. "I am here, under the command of the Sisterhood, to administer justice."

With that said, she saw Sarah raise the mallet and slam down on his genitals. She was careful not to use the spiked end of the mallet's head. She wished to collect his scrotum with as much intact skin as possible.

The flat end of the mallet hit the man's penis. It flattened upon contact. The film was edited so that slow motion of the action was added after each significant hit. She saw his penis slowly return back to shape and bounce up and down about five or six times.

Sarah was unrelenting. She hammered without pausing. She targeted his penis. She hit the glans three times then switched her target to hit the base of his shaft. His penis started to darken. The whole shaft started to swell in a bright magenta color.

He was screaming and shaking his binding. More drool dripped down his chin, chest, cock and balls. It formed a large pool around it.

On what must have been her 50th hit, Kendra heard something crack. Blood sprayed out from the tip of his penis, spurting a bright red stream of liquid every two seconds.

He screamed once and became silent. He passed out from the assault.

She saw Sarah hold onto the man's penis by the glans. She pulled it up and around. It appeared to have separated from his body at its base but was still held by the skin.

She reached for a surgical tape and secured his penis on his belly. She taped the penis tightly, occluding the opening, effectively applying compression. She wanted an unobscured view of her next procedure.

His balls have escaped much injury so far. They were covered in blood. She wiped his scrotum with a piece of cloth. She grabbed each ball and spread them apart on the table.

Kendra saw his balls roll in the scrotum. She was excited to see what she knew was coming.

Sarah raised the mallet and hammered down. She hit his right ball first, striking this three times. She quickly switched targets, hammering his left ball thrice.

The man woke up screaming. His whole body shook from side to side. His screams were like bleats from a goat, emanating from his throat continuously and nonstop.

Sarah picked up a flashlight and transilluminated both testicles.

"Men's testicles are tough. You can inflict a lot of pain because of their dense network of nerves, but its much harder to cause them permanent damage." Sarah said.

When the light was dimmed, she saw each transilluminated ball appeared intact around a thick coat of red tinted tissue.

"This is a hematoma around each testicle." Sarah said. "The testicles are still intact."

"Let me see how many times I have to hit them before they break." Sarah challenged herself.

She targeted the left ball. She hammered down two times at a time.

In slow motion, Kendra saw the ball flatten and bounce back to its shape. The scrotal skin appeared to get more edematous after each hit.

The man continued with his bleating but appeared to have given up  his attempts to break his bonds. His eyes looked like pinwheels. Blood started to drip from his mouth.

After each second hit, Sarah felt the left ball with her expert hand. "Not yet."

Two more hits. "Not yet"

And another. "Nope." She said.

On hit number eleven, Sarah felt something give way. "I think this is it!"

Kendra heard a low sounding pop on slow motion as his left ball flattened under the mallet. It did not seem to bounce back to its original round shape.

Sarah felt around his scrotum and exclaimed "Success. It took eleven hits with a mallet. The average testicle ruptures after the eight hit."

She then targeted his right ball. This time using the spiked edge of the mallet to prove a point. She hammered down one at a time. Inspecting his testicle for damage after each hit.

Kendra heard a dull banging each time the mallet hit the man's balls.

After the 3rd hit, Sarah said. "It has ruptured. With the spiked edge, I could usually damage the testicles after the fourth hit."

His balls were completely mangled. The left side ballooned to the size of an orange. The right side appeared deflated. Blood streamed from multiple punctures on the skin.

Sarah removed the tape, freeing his penis. It flopped down between his damaged balls.

His screaming turned to gurgling sounds. He appeared to have lost consciousness again.

"There are many techniques we use to collect our trophies." Sarah explained. "This one is my favorite. Your mother will show you hers."

Sarah then pulled away the table from view. His penis looked like blood sausage. His balls hung lopsided. Blood started to clot around his cock and balls, dripping down, forming stalactites.

With her left hand she grabbed his penis and balls and pulled it away from his body.

"To ensure complete specimen collection, pull as much of the meat as possible." She instructed.

She then held the machete with her right hand, positioning the sharp edge closest to the handle  just above the base of his penis.

With one smooth move, she bore down and pulled the machete across his penis, quickly slicing the skin, the vessels underneath, detaching his shaft from his body. The machete continued to slice through, now slicing his scrotal bag. The network of tubes connecting his testicles to his body sliced away like butter with a hot knife. Finally, with just one long stroke, Sarah completely emasculated the man. Blood spurted out with the rhythm of his heart beat. He bled profusely.

The strapped man emitted a soft croak. His body seized and drooped. His whole weight was now held by his head and ankle straps.

She handed his genitals to someone unseen.

The camera zoomed on his empty crotch documenting the heavy bleeding stopping as his heart did.

The TV again flickered. When the picture returned, she saw a glass jar with the name "Bubba" taped on its side.

The program then ended. The whole thing lasted only twenty minutes.

Kendra was exhilarated. She could not describe what she felt. Whatever it was, she felt powerful.

Her mother instructed her to pick five DVDs among a group on the console table. She was instructed to see no more than five videos today.

She looked at the DVD cases. Each was labeled with a man's name.

She picked "Dan" for her next lesson.