Kendra woke up the next day in a daze. She spent her birthday watching videos teaching her about their war against men.
Her whole body tingled with excitement. She touched herself last night and climaxed for the first time.
It was a curious thing for her. She may be different from her sisters. She found sexual pleasure seeing men punished when the others appeared not to.
She enjoyed seeing adult men, initially clothed, and in various stages of undress. She was attracted to their faces, their bodies, and their genitals.
But she especially enjoyed their reactions to being beaten by a girl. She imagined their disbelief as they went down, realizing their genitals were destroyed by the "weaker sex."
She saw 6 men get their punishments yesterday. She only learned of their names by the labels stuck in jars containing their cock and balls.
Bubba met a very quick demise. His whole ordeal, starting from the twisting of his genitals to his eventual castration lasted less than a dozen minutes.
Dan's punishment was the most brutal. He met his end in someone's garage. He was tied to a chair with his arms and legs bound with duct tape. His mouth was gagged with tape. He was completely nude. His knees were forced wide open by the tape wrapping around the whole length of his lower legs.
It was her mother dealing the punishment. She set the camera directly above him.
Kendra enjoyed the sight. He was not too tall, about 5'9", but he had a lean and muscular body. His arms were well developed and defined. His chest and belly were slightly hairy. His face reminded her of Lance Armstrong. This made her laugh, since both lost testicles.
His genitals rested between his thighs on the seat of the chair. His penis was still soft and about four inches in length. His balls were like plump peaches in a pink sack.
He screamed in protest. She saw his arms and legs try to break free. He was secured expertly by her mother to a heavy chair. He had no hopes of escape.
Her mother Melissa appeared on the video. Her face was covered with bandages. She was clothed in blue jeans and a white tank top. She appeared in and out of the frame. She was arranging tools on the table next to the tied up man.
She then knelt down between his legs. With her right hand, she scooped his balls and cupped them in her palm.
Kendra thought they looked hefty. However, she realized they bore marks of punishment.
Late last night, before she went to bed, she asked her mother about Dan. She recounted the hours prior to his demise.
Dan was a serial rapist. He was a business man, traveling from coast to coast. He would meet women on Craigslist and would sexually assault them.
Most of the women were too embarrassed to call the police. The one that did call committed suicide before the trial was set.
He was released from jail and resumed his activities a year later.
Her mother learned about Dan from Anita, a member of their sisterhood, who was going to be the presiding judge in the case. She learned of the other victims who were all unwilling to testify against Dan.
Her mother learned Dan was flying into Las Vegas. She looked for his Craigslist ad and sent a reply.
They met in a restaurant just outside of Vegas. He was very charming and appeared harmless. She invited him to "her house."
She drove him to a place south of the city. He was too drunk to notice the distance they have travelled.
While in the car, he made his move and grabbed her mother's breasts. She faked a laugh and pushed him away. "Later, big boy," she said.
She drove up a narrow dirt road. The only visible lights for miles around came from a house in the distance.
She stopped the car in front of a ranch style house. She led him in. She clutched her purse full of weapons close to her body.
Quickly, Dan became aggressive. He grabbed her mother and started smothering her face with his lips. He pawed at her clothing and tried to undress her.
He was very strong. His muscles wrapped around her torso like cables. He started grinding his pelvis on to hers. She felt his manhood rubbing on her front. It was hard like a club.
She kept yelling "No!" Pushing his body away. In her efforts to flee, she dropped her purse on the floor and in the succeeding commotion it was kicked away and rested under a nearby couch.
He started ripping at her blouse, tearing the front completely apart.
She then relaxed. She stopped fighting and responded to his kisses.
He grunted, "That's more like it."
He let up on his grip and placed both his hands on each of her breasts. He started to squeeze them roughly.
She responded by rubbing the crotch of his trousers. She could feel his penis straining against the fabric of his slacks. It was long and felt thick. She moved her palm further south and felt his balls. they too felt big and heavy.
She unzipped his slacks and inserted her right hand inside. He was wearing underwear. She lowered the front garter of his briefs releasing his penis. This jutted out the front of his slacks, pointing upwards and slightly to the right. It must have been at least 7 inches in length.
She pulled down his briefs to his knees. His balls came into sight. He had a big set of low hanging balls. She immediately locked in her targets.
His eyes were shut when she looked up. She wrapped her left hand around the shaft of his penis and started to stroke it. He muttered "Suck my dick!" He grabbed her behind her head and pulled her face towards his rigid penis.
She opened her mouth and received his penis. He moved his hip forward and slowly inched his length in her mouth.
He bucked his hips several times and fucked her mouth. She occasionally gagged on his length. She sensed he was close. He grunted "I'm gonna come!"
That's when she struck.
She drove her right arm and fist in an upper cut and hit his low hanging balls. She pulled her mouth away from his penis in that instant. She saw his balls get squashed between her fists and his pelvic bone.
He came. His semen sprayed all over her chest.
She ignored this insult and quickly repeated her punches. She delivered multiple uppercuts to his balls.
He groaned loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
His balls bounced up and down with each hit. His penis flailed about dripping semen on the carpet floor.
His face scrunched up in pain. He grabbed both balls with his hands and clamped his legs. He fell on his knees and toppled onto his back.
He laid on the floor in a fetal position. He was rubbing his balls with both hands.
"You fucking bitch!" He yelled.
She made her next move. She quickly grabbed his ankles and held them up high. She separated both his legs. She looked down and saw him with his back on the floor and his hands protecting his manhood.
She raised her right leg and slammed it down his groin. Her foot hit his hands blunting the force of her kicks. She slammed her right foot down three more times in quick succession. He held his groin steadfast, protecting his jewels.
She maneuvered her arms twisting his legs, hips, and torso chest side down. He was now in a wheelbarrow position with Melissa holding on to his ankles.
In an effort to stabilize himself, he let go of his genitals and used his hands to lift his body off the floor. His cock and balls dangled inviting punishment.
His penis still dripped of semen. His balls were beet red from the upper cuts she gave.
She pulled her right leg back and aimed. She kicked his genitals with devastating accuracy. Her foot hit his hanging balls and penis. She felt them compress against his pelvic bone.
His hip lifted up from the force of the kick. His buttocks tightened. His knees buckled and folded. He tried closing his legs but she had them firmly pried apart. He tried to turn his body front side up but he was in too much pain.
She delivered a second kick, this time hitting his genitals with the balls of her feet. She felt his balls flatten between her foot and his bone.
He howled in pain and in a desperate move bent both knees and donkey kicked out. His left foot hit her in the head momentarily dazing her.
She let go of his legs and fell on the floor.
He immediately grabbed his balls and crawled the opposite direction.
Meanwhile, Melissa fought to keep her eyes focused. His foot hit her straight on between the eyes. She was lightheaded. Her vision momentarily got blurry. She laid on the floor with her hands resting on her forehead.
When she recovered, she realized he was already on top of her. His eyes looked feral. He was literally growling.
"You fucking whore!" he yelled.
He grabbed her by the hair with his left hand, pinning down her head on the floor. He started punching her face and chest with his closed fist.
His fists felt like thunder. They were big hammer heads. Her nose broke with the first hit. Blood ran down the back of her throat and started to choke her.
She was sure he broke her jaw. She also felt bone in her mouth. This is were she lost most of her front teeth, she later told Kendra.
She completely blacked out when his fist hit her right breast. The last thing she heard was the sound of her ribs breaking.
She woke up in excruciating pain. Not from her face, that felt numb. Not really from her chest, it only hurt on her deeper breaths.
She felt it between her legs. Her lower belly felt like it was on fire. There was pressure deep inside her that kept pulsating. She felt the need to defecate.
Between her swollen eyelids she saw that he was on top of her. He was pounding into her. She felt his penis in and out of her dry opening.
This brought back a surge of memories...of a long club beating her, puncturing her internal organs, damaging the very thing that made her a woman.
She saw he had his eyes closed. She was sure he was only a few seconds away from coming. She quickly punched up, hitting his nostril with the heel of her right hand. His head snapped backwards. He stopped bucking his hips and got on his knees, pulling his stiff cock out of her body. He grabbed his nose attempting to stem the profuse bleeding caused by her punch.
His penis bounced up and down. In her effort to get up from between his legs she inadvertently brushed her shins against his loosely hanging balls and the undershaft of his penis.
This was enough to complete him. He came. His penis spurted one long stream of white fluid that landed on her foot.
He appeared drunk with pain and pleasure. He had his eyes shut. His hands were still covering his face. He was on his knees, pumping his hips, fucking the air, wanting to squeeze out each drop of come from his balls.
She immediately grabbed his balls with both her hands, squeezed them in a deathly grip, and pulled down.
He opened his eyes and screamed. Blood sprayed out from his nose and mouth. He penis angled down following the stretch of his balls.
"AIEE!" he yelled in a fit of painful and ruined orgasm.
He reached out for her with both hands, attempting to grab her by her neck. She was prepared for this and quickly stood up and pulled on his balls.
Dan was still on his knees. He almost fell backwards. He attempted to stabilize himself with both hands. This placed him in a very awkward position. His hips were held up by his balls in a crushing grip. His buttocks were off the floor. His legs were bent at the knees with his feet planted on the ground. His upper body propped up by his arms was almost perpendicular to the floor. He almost looked like a crab.
Any attempts he made to move only prompted her to pull and squeeze his balls more viciously. She squeezed his balls with all her strength, feeling them roll in her palms. His penis was still turgid. It flopped from side to side. Semen dribbled from the opening.
He screamed with her every squeeze. He tried to kick away but couldn't fearing his pain may get worse.
She let go with her right hand keeping his balls trapped with her left. She adjusted her grip, grasping his testicles by the base. His balls oozed out of her left fist.
She noticed his scrotum was turning bright red. His balls threatened to pop through the taut skin.
She formed a fist with her right hand and aimed.
He saw what was about to happened.
"No! Please! No!" he pleaded.
She replied with a well aimed punch to his balls.
He shuddered and screamed. "AIEE! AIEE! AIEE!"
They all sounded like dogs, she thought. She loved the sound they make. This only prompted her to punch him in the balls again.
The second punch proved more devastating. It made a loud splatting fart. His balls flattened between her punch and closed fist. She realized he passed out and let go of his bowels.
His dead weight forced her to let go of his balls to prevent her from falling over.
In his stuporous state, he grabbed on to his balls, clutching them close to his body. He lifted both knees towards his chest and rocked back and fort in a fetal position.
He emitted a low moan that sounded like a fog horn in the distance.
She moved closer to press her advantage. She stood next to his right shoulder, lifted her left leg and stomped down on his face.
His upper front teeth broke free and lodged at the back of his throat prompting him to let go of his groin. He rolled and hunched his body. He was on his elbows and knees. He started to retch and cough attempting to dislodge his broken teeth from his airways.
His body heaved in spasmodic rhythm. His back rose and fell with each deep breath. His buttocks moved up and down in synchrony. His genitals hung low between his thighs. It swung forward and back with each flexion of his hip.
Melissa quickly scanned the room and found her purse. She pulled it from under he couch and pulled out a Taser gun.
She walked behind him and got on one knee. She steadied the Taser gun with her right hand and aimed.
A bright spark flashed from the tip. The darts found their mark. A crackling hiss emanated from the gun.
Dan jumped up from his crouching position and landed on his back. His whole body became rigid as 80,000 volts of electricity flowed from his genitals to his brain.
Melissa saw him seizing. His arms were extended and unable to move. His legs bent on the knees rocked open and shut like flapping wings. His genitals bounced up and down tethered to her gun.
The five-second assault seemed to last an eternity. Dan, unable to withstand his punishment, simply lost consciousness.
The hissing sound stopped. The Taser was completely spent.
She moved closer to his body, kneeling between his spread thighs. She inspected his cock and balls. One dart found the tip of penis, puncturing his glans just above its slit opening. The other hit his scrotum, between his balls, at the base of his penis.
She smelled burnt flesh and saw black marks where he was punctured. She pulled the darts by their wires roughly, forcing his penis and scrotum to bounce upon release.
She had at least ten minutes to secure him. She went to work quickly.
Kendra listened quietly while her mother narrated her battle against Dan.
She has noticed her mother's scarred face in the past. A sister plastic surgeon offered her services for free.
Kendra felt closer to her mother knowing more of her history.
The video showed Dan's final minutes. It started with mother cupping his swollen testicles. She heard Dan scream through the duct tape around his mouth. He seemed to be yelling for help, but his voice was too muffled.
His screams would have been in vain anyway. They are miles and miles away from the nearest soul.
Melissa ignored his screams and worked on her own schedule. She has suffered another rape which she swore in the past would never happen again. She wished to make his punishment quick but hated to rush. Part of the war is to inflict as much suffering. She has to deliver fair justice.
She was stabbed by his penis multiple times. Her vagina still felt sore. She also needed to see a doctor herself soon. Her face was completely swollen and she found it harder and harder to breath.
He penis shriveled to a pitiful size. She would not allow this to happen. She wrapped her right hand around his shaft and started to stroke it.
His penis responded. It stretched out to its erect 7 inches and pointed directly at her. She reached for a tool on top of the table and showed him.
His eyes got larger. His breathing got heavier. He repeatedly cried out a gurgling and muted "NO!"
She was holding up a Phillips screwdriver. The shank was at least a foot long.
She looked down and saw his penis start to shrivel again. She quickly grabbed a piece of twine and hooked its length under his balls. Pulling up on both ends, she quickly made a knot, securing it very tightly around the base of his scrotum and penis.
His penis became stiffer. Its rosy pink shaft started turning a faint purple. The glans expanded to the size of a small apple.
An eye for an eye, she thought.
She then held his penis with her left hand, lifting it to expose the opening. She used her thumb and forefinger to squeeze the tip of his penis. The slit opened slightly with compression of the glans.
"You penetrate me with your weapon, I penetrate you with mine." She said.
She then started to insert the tip of the screwdriver through the opening of his penis.
He started to scream. "AAARRR!" Tears flowed freely from his eyes. He strained against his bindings to no avail.
She forced the screwdriver through his pee hole. The first inch went smoothly, with the screwdriver digging with ease. However, just after the second inch, she felt resistance. She noticed this is where his penis curved. She held his penis tightly and forced the curve to go straight. She twisted the handle, screwing the tool deeper into his shaft. Blood started oozing from the tip of his penis.
He was delirious. He banged his head against the back of the chair to ease his penile pain. He bit his tongue in his attempts to chew off his gag. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth.
The shank must have been 8 inches deep when she found it difficult to go further. She felt bone just below the tip of the screwdriver.
Satisfied with the track she made, she pulled the screwdriver out slowly, one inch every few seconds. Copious amounts of blood flowed out of his shaft. She stopped pulling when only about an inch of the shank remained embedded in his penis.
She looked into his eyes with an almost evil glare. He looked down and saw his penis, still rigid, now purple and spraying blood.
"Fuck you, you bitch!" He growled under his gagging.
So she did. She rammed the screwdriver back into his shaft, this time embedding almost ten inches of the shank. She then started to push and pull the screwdriver. In and out it went. On her last attempt, she was able to push the whole length of the tool in him.
She felt something give way in his innards. She surely penetrated an organ.
The fog horn is back. This time it was low and continuous coming from his throat.
She pulled the screwdriver free from his penis. Blood pulsated out. Within 3 seconds, amber colored fluid gushed from somewhere beneath his penis. She lifted his shaft and saw that she must have lacerated his urethra. She saw a hole the diameter of the screwdriver shank at the underside base of his penis.
From this hole gushed urine and blood. She punctured his bladder.
She must complete her work.
She eyed his balls in his sack. She raised the screwdriver and promptly stabbed each ball. His testicles offered little resistance to the sharp tip of the screwdriver. Blood squirted out from each puncture wound she made.
She must have stabbed his balls at least twenty times each side. He passed out after the first five. She only stopped stabbing when the pain in her chest got stronger.
His scrotum was macerated. She squeezed each one to determine the extent of the damage. She felt minced meat.
She decided to end this quickly. She was about to pass out from the pain. She already called someone to come for her, but her rescue is still at least an hour away.
She released the twine around his genitals. This woke him up in excruciating pain.
She then picked up a piano wire garrote. She pulled on his bloody genitals with one hand, wanting to collect as much of his meat as possible. She wrapped the wire once around his cock and balls. She grabbed the handles with each hand and pulled.
She made sure he was awake through the procedure. In a split second he was no longer a man. His genitals plopped down on the seat between his legs.
Blood flowed like a river from the hole where his genitals used to be.
She held her trophy up in front of his face. His penis wiggled in her shaking hand. His scrotum bore holes. One of his testicles oozed out from its casing and dropped on the seat.
He started heaving. His breathing became labored and noisy.
That was when she passed out from the pain. She later found out from her sister friend that he was still alive when she arrived. She decided to hit him in the head with a hammer to quiet down his incessant growling.
Kendra only saw the emasculation and her mother passing out. The camcorder ran out of space.
She thoroughly enjoyed what she witnessed. She felt moisture between her legs each time she saw men's genitals. Her whole body also tingled with every sight of men's genitals being punished. She wondered if this was wrong. She was a soldier and should not experience sexual pleasure.
Her mother was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. They were both smiling ear to ear. She started asking her mom about her battle against men. How many has she beaten? How does their body feel? How does a live penis feel when it is soft? When erect? How do the testicles feel when crushed?
She was so excited and must have asked a hundred questions. Her mother answered each patiently.
After breakfast, her mother proclaimed "I think you are ready for your first man."
She was speechless for once. She couldn't hide her excitement, she was shivering.
Her mother gave her quick hug and instructed her to go back to the barn.
She ran. She opened the door and found a pile of paper on the TV console.
"1. To beat the enemy, one must know his nature."
The 110-inch wide screen television was already on. The screen was split into nine. Each screen showed different parts of someone's house. There was someone's bedroom, kitchen, living room, garage, backyard, front porch, shower, toilet, and a hallway. She read that the house was rigged with strategically positioned cameras hidden from plain sight. Each may be controlled remotely. She had the ability to pan and zoom with a flick of a stick. There was also night vision available. The set up was also able to record.
She learned that she was to observe her first male. She has to learn his every move in his natural habitat.
She opened an envelope with the name "Frank Johnson" neatly typed on one side. The contents included a packet describing the man and his crime. He was 38 years old. Caucasian. He was a child molester. He was convicted but escaped before he was sentenced, killing three police officers in the process.
He was lured by a sister friend to hide out in a house deep in the desert.
Her reading was interrupted by the sound of a man whistling. It came from the TV. From one of the screens appeared a man half naked, towel wrapped around his waist, getting ready to take a shower.
Kendra saw the most beautiful man she has seen thus far. He was handsome like the cowboy she saw in a magazine. He had a thick goatee. His jaw was square. His nose was perfect. He was muscular with big barrel chests and python-like biceps. His belly was flat. His front was covered with light fur.
She tingled in anticipation. She eyed the bulge in his towel, a long tube was outlined just below his waist.
She saw him turn the shower on. He turned his back to the camera and unwrapped his towel. His buttocks were muscular mounds. Her legs were thick and looked like tree trunks.
She quickly switched her gaze to the shower cam. Her underwear got wet when she saw his genitals. They hung low. She zoomed the camera and focused on them.
His penis was large. She estimated it to be at least 6 inches even when soft. His balls swung side to side and were the size of mandarins.
She was in love. She owned him. "Frank Johnson." She said.
"Frank's Johnson." She owned it. She laughed in an almost evil way.
Meanwhile, Melissa fought to keep her eyes focused. His foot hit her straight on between the eyes. She was lightheaded. Her vision momentarily got blurry. She laid on the floor with her hands resting on her forehead.
When she recovered, she realized he was already on top of her. His eyes looked feral. He was literally growling.
"You fucking whore!" he yelled.
He grabbed her by the hair with his left hand, pinning down her head on the floor. He started punching her face and chest with his closed fist.
His fists felt like thunder. They were big hammer heads. Her nose broke with the first hit. Blood ran down the back of her throat and started to choke her.
She was sure he broke her jaw. She also felt bone in her mouth. This is were she lost most of her front teeth, she later told Kendra.
She completely blacked out when his fist hit her right breast. The last thing she heard was the sound of her ribs breaking.
She woke up in excruciating pain. Not from her face, that felt numb. Not really from her chest, it only hurt on her deeper breaths.
She felt it between her legs. Her lower belly felt like it was on fire. There was pressure deep inside her that kept pulsating. She felt the need to defecate.
Between her swollen eyelids she saw that he was on top of her. He was pounding into her. She felt his penis in and out of her dry opening.
This brought back a surge of memories...of a long club beating her, puncturing her internal organs, damaging the very thing that made her a woman.
She saw he had his eyes closed. She was sure he was only a few seconds away from coming. She quickly punched up, hitting his nostril with the heel of her right hand. His head snapped backwards. He stopped bucking his hips and got on his knees, pulling his stiff cock out of her body. He grabbed his nose attempting to stem the profuse bleeding caused by her punch.
His penis bounced up and down. In her effort to get up from between his legs she inadvertently brushed her shins against his loosely hanging balls and the undershaft of his penis.
This was enough to complete him. He came. His penis spurted one long stream of white fluid that landed on her foot.
He appeared drunk with pain and pleasure. He had his eyes shut. His hands were still covering his face. He was on his knees, pumping his hips, fucking the air, wanting to squeeze out each drop of come from his balls.
She immediately grabbed his balls with both her hands, squeezed them in a deathly grip, and pulled down.
He opened his eyes and screamed. Blood sprayed out from his nose and mouth. He penis angled down following the stretch of his balls.
"AIEE!" he yelled in a fit of painful and ruined orgasm.
He reached out for her with both hands, attempting to grab her by her neck. She was prepared for this and quickly stood up and pulled on his balls.
Dan was still on his knees. He almost fell backwards. He attempted to stabilize himself with both hands. This placed him in a very awkward position. His hips were held up by his balls in a crushing grip. His buttocks were off the floor. His legs were bent at the knees with his feet planted on the ground. His upper body propped up by his arms was almost perpendicular to the floor. He almost looked like a crab.
Any attempts he made to move only prompted her to pull and squeeze his balls more viciously. She squeezed his balls with all her strength, feeling them roll in her palms. His penis was still turgid. It flopped from side to side. Semen dribbled from the opening.
He screamed with her every squeeze. He tried to kick away but couldn't fearing his pain may get worse.
She let go with her right hand keeping his balls trapped with her left. She adjusted her grip, grasping his testicles by the base. His balls oozed out of her left fist.
She noticed his scrotum was turning bright red. His balls threatened to pop through the taut skin.
She formed a fist with her right hand and aimed.
He saw what was about to happened.
"No! Please! No!" he pleaded.
She replied with a well aimed punch to his balls.
He shuddered and screamed. "AIEE! AIEE! AIEE!"
They all sounded like dogs, she thought. She loved the sound they make. This only prompted her to punch him in the balls again.
The second punch proved more devastating. It made a loud splatting fart. His balls flattened between her punch and closed fist. She realized he passed out and let go of his bowels.
His dead weight forced her to let go of his balls to prevent her from falling over.
In his stuporous state, he grabbed on to his balls, clutching them close to his body. He lifted both knees towards his chest and rocked back and fort in a fetal position.
He emitted a low moan that sounded like a fog horn in the distance.
She moved closer to press her advantage. She stood next to his right shoulder, lifted her left leg and stomped down on his face.
His upper front teeth broke free and lodged at the back of his throat prompting him to let go of his groin. He rolled and hunched his body. He was on his elbows and knees. He started to retch and cough attempting to dislodge his broken teeth from his airways.
His body heaved in spasmodic rhythm. His back rose and fell with each deep breath. His buttocks moved up and down in synchrony. His genitals hung low between his thighs. It swung forward and back with each flexion of his hip.
Melissa quickly scanned the room and found her purse. She pulled it from under he couch and pulled out a Taser gun.
She walked behind him and got on one knee. She steadied the Taser gun with her right hand and aimed.
A bright spark flashed from the tip. The darts found their mark. A crackling hiss emanated from the gun.
Dan jumped up from his crouching position and landed on his back. His whole body became rigid as 80,000 volts of electricity flowed from his genitals to his brain.
Melissa saw him seizing. His arms were extended and unable to move. His legs bent on the knees rocked open and shut like flapping wings. His genitals bounced up and down tethered to her gun.
The five-second assault seemed to last an eternity. Dan, unable to withstand his punishment, simply lost consciousness.
The hissing sound stopped. The Taser was completely spent.
She moved closer to his body, kneeling between his spread thighs. She inspected his cock and balls. One dart found the tip of penis, puncturing his glans just above its slit opening. The other hit his scrotum, between his balls, at the base of his penis.
She smelled burnt flesh and saw black marks where he was punctured. She pulled the darts by their wires roughly, forcing his penis and scrotum to bounce upon release.
She had at least ten minutes to secure him. She went to work quickly.
Kendra listened quietly while her mother narrated her battle against Dan.
She has noticed her mother's scarred face in the past. A sister plastic surgeon offered her services for free.
Kendra felt closer to her mother knowing more of her history.
The video showed Dan's final minutes. It started with mother cupping his swollen testicles. She heard Dan scream through the duct tape around his mouth. He seemed to be yelling for help, but his voice was too muffled.
His screams would have been in vain anyway. They are miles and miles away from the nearest soul.
Melissa ignored his screams and worked on her own schedule. She has suffered another rape which she swore in the past would never happen again. She wished to make his punishment quick but hated to rush. Part of the war is to inflict as much suffering. She has to deliver fair justice.
She was stabbed by his penis multiple times. Her vagina still felt sore. She also needed to see a doctor herself soon. Her face was completely swollen and she found it harder and harder to breath.
He penis shriveled to a pitiful size. She would not allow this to happen. She wrapped her right hand around his shaft and started to stroke it.
His penis responded. It stretched out to its erect 7 inches and pointed directly at her. She reached for a tool on top of the table and showed him.
His eyes got larger. His breathing got heavier. He repeatedly cried out a gurgling and muted "NO!"
She was holding up a Phillips screwdriver. The shank was at least a foot long.
She looked down and saw his penis start to shrivel again. She quickly grabbed a piece of twine and hooked its length under his balls. Pulling up on both ends, she quickly made a knot, securing it very tightly around the base of his scrotum and penis.
His penis became stiffer. Its rosy pink shaft started turning a faint purple. The glans expanded to the size of a small apple.
An eye for an eye, she thought.
She then held his penis with her left hand, lifting it to expose the opening. She used her thumb and forefinger to squeeze the tip of his penis. The slit opened slightly with compression of the glans.
"You penetrate me with your weapon, I penetrate you with mine." She said.
She then started to insert the tip of the screwdriver through the opening of his penis.
He started to scream. "AAARRR!" Tears flowed freely from his eyes. He strained against his bindings to no avail.
She forced the screwdriver through his pee hole. The first inch went smoothly, with the screwdriver digging with ease. However, just after the second inch, she felt resistance. She noticed this is where his penis curved. She held his penis tightly and forced the curve to go straight. She twisted the handle, screwing the tool deeper into his shaft. Blood started oozing from the tip of his penis.
He was delirious. He banged his head against the back of the chair to ease his penile pain. He bit his tongue in his attempts to chew off his gag. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth.
The shank must have been 8 inches deep when she found it difficult to go further. She felt bone just below the tip of the screwdriver.
Satisfied with the track she made, she pulled the screwdriver out slowly, one inch every few seconds. Copious amounts of blood flowed out of his shaft. She stopped pulling when only about an inch of the shank remained embedded in his penis.
She looked into his eyes with an almost evil glare. He looked down and saw his penis, still rigid, now purple and spraying blood.
"Fuck you, you bitch!" He growled under his gagging.
So she did. She rammed the screwdriver back into his shaft, this time embedding almost ten inches of the shank. She then started to push and pull the screwdriver. In and out it went. On her last attempt, she was able to push the whole length of the tool in him.
She felt something give way in his innards. She surely penetrated an organ.
The fog horn is back. This time it was low and continuous coming from his throat.
She pulled the screwdriver free from his penis. Blood pulsated out. Within 3 seconds, amber colored fluid gushed from somewhere beneath his penis. She lifted his shaft and saw that she must have lacerated his urethra. She saw a hole the diameter of the screwdriver shank at the underside base of his penis.
From this hole gushed urine and blood. She punctured his bladder.
She must complete her work.
She eyed his balls in his sack. She raised the screwdriver and promptly stabbed each ball. His testicles offered little resistance to the sharp tip of the screwdriver. Blood squirted out from each puncture wound she made.
She must have stabbed his balls at least twenty times each side. He passed out after the first five. She only stopped stabbing when the pain in her chest got stronger.
His scrotum was macerated. She squeezed each one to determine the extent of the damage. She felt minced meat.
She decided to end this quickly. She was about to pass out from the pain. She already called someone to come for her, but her rescue is still at least an hour away.
She released the twine around his genitals. This woke him up in excruciating pain.
She then picked up a piano wire garrote. She pulled on his bloody genitals with one hand, wanting to collect as much of his meat as possible. She wrapped the wire once around his cock and balls. She grabbed the handles with each hand and pulled.
She made sure he was awake through the procedure. In a split second he was no longer a man. His genitals plopped down on the seat between his legs.
Blood flowed like a river from the hole where his genitals used to be.
She held her trophy up in front of his face. His penis wiggled in her shaking hand. His scrotum bore holes. One of his testicles oozed out from its casing and dropped on the seat.
He started heaving. His breathing became labored and noisy.
That was when she passed out from the pain. She later found out from her sister friend that he was still alive when she arrived. She decided to hit him in the head with a hammer to quiet down his incessant growling.
Kendra only saw the emasculation and her mother passing out. The camcorder ran out of space.
She thoroughly enjoyed what she witnessed. She felt moisture between her legs each time she saw men's genitals. Her whole body also tingled with every sight of men's genitals being punished. She wondered if this was wrong. She was a soldier and should not experience sexual pleasure.
Her mother was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. They were both smiling ear to ear. She started asking her mom about her battle against men. How many has she beaten? How does their body feel? How does a live penis feel when it is soft? When erect? How do the testicles feel when crushed?
She was so excited and must have asked a hundred questions. Her mother answered each patiently.
After breakfast, her mother proclaimed "I think you are ready for your first man."
She was speechless for once. She couldn't hide her excitement, she was shivering.
Her mother gave her quick hug and instructed her to go back to the barn.
She ran. She opened the door and found a pile of paper on the TV console.
"1. To beat the enemy, one must know his nature."
The 110-inch wide screen television was already on. The screen was split into nine. Each screen showed different parts of someone's house. There was someone's bedroom, kitchen, living room, garage, backyard, front porch, shower, toilet, and a hallway. She read that the house was rigged with strategically positioned cameras hidden from plain sight. Each may be controlled remotely. She had the ability to pan and zoom with a flick of a stick. There was also night vision available. The set up was also able to record.
She learned that she was to observe her first male. She has to learn his every move in his natural habitat.
She opened an envelope with the name "Frank Johnson" neatly typed on one side. The contents included a packet describing the man and his crime. He was 38 years old. Caucasian. He was a child molester. He was convicted but escaped before he was sentenced, killing three police officers in the process.
He was lured by a sister friend to hide out in a house deep in the desert.
Her reading was interrupted by the sound of a man whistling. It came from the TV. From one of the screens appeared a man half naked, towel wrapped around his waist, getting ready to take a shower.
Kendra saw the most beautiful man she has seen thus far. He was handsome like the cowboy she saw in a magazine. He had a thick goatee. His jaw was square. His nose was perfect. He was muscular with big barrel chests and python-like biceps. His belly was flat. His front was covered with light fur.
She tingled in anticipation. She eyed the bulge in his towel, a long tube was outlined just below his waist.
She saw him turn the shower on. He turned his back to the camera and unwrapped his towel. His buttocks were muscular mounds. Her legs were thick and looked like tree trunks.
She quickly switched her gaze to the shower cam. Her underwear got wet when she saw his genitals. They hung low. She zoomed the camera and focused on them.
His penis was large. She estimated it to be at least 6 inches even when soft. His balls swung side to side and were the size of mandarins.
She was in love. She owned him. "Frank Johnson." She said.
"Frank's Johnson." She owned it. She laughed in an almost evil way.
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