Kendra (Part 3)

Kendra spent the next few days watching more videos. Some were instructional about the organization of their sisterhood. Others contained footage of rape and assault victims and miscarried justice.

 What she enjoyed most contained videos of men. There were many of them. They varied in race, built, age, and size. Some appeared to have been filmed in foreign countries.

She focused mostly on their genitalia. She was fascinated by how this organ that gives men power over women also proves to be their weakest points.

She has studied at least 40 different sets of cock and balls in different states of arousal. The largest was about a foot long, it belonged to Sam who appeared to be Polynesian. The smallest, about 5 inches hard, belonged to Mark who appeared to be Chinese in descent. She estimated their average length was about 6 or 7 inches.

Their testicles were also as varied. Some hung loosely, others were packed tightly and close to the body. The shapes appeared constant. They were all ovoid. The sizes ranged from small tomatoes to large chicken eggs.

All met the same fate. Detached. Preserved in pickling jars labeled with first names.

Each sister had a favored way of collecting her trophy. Her mother preferred the garrote. Another almost exclusively used a hunting knife.  Sarah always used the machete. An older woman preferred to shoot their genitals off.

One muscular sister, Abigail, proved to have most laborious technique. Her mother told her that this was how Abigail worked out. She hung the males on meat hooks by their bound hands. The men were suspended at least 4 feet from the ground. Their legs were pried open and secured by spreader bars. She would grabbed them by their penises and balls at their bases with both hands. She twisted their genitalia around and around while using her full weight to pull them down. She twisted and twisted, pulling on their cock and balls. Some stretched out for more than a feet. Blood always dripped from their penises and ran down her arms. Eventually each set of cock and balls reached the limit of their stretch. The inner tubes were the first to snap. The skin was the hardest to tear. And the process was long, sometimes taking half an hour. But once the skin started tearing, the entire package detached quickly.

Abigail preferred the men to be alive and conscious when she collected her trophy. Her mother could care less. Others preferred the males to be dead.

A sister from Cape Town, South Africa, preferred to castrate males while they were ejaculating.

Still others preferred not collect anything. Her mother called them Sister Smashers. They preferred to leave men's genitals attached yet completely mangled. A sister from Budapest, Hungary regularly used a hammer. A French sister from Lyon used a shot gun, completely obliterating cock and balls each time.

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Kendra felt more and more anxious to meet her first male, Franklin Johnson. Frank, for short.

She has studied Frank for almost one week. She would sometimes sleep in the barn watching Frank in his sleep. She usually watched recordings at night before she slept.

Frank was very handsome. He had an imposing figure. He had broad shoulders, well defined chest, narrow waist, and muscular buttocks. His thighs and calves were thick. He was like an ox. His body appeared to be built by hard labor in the fields not weightlifting in a gym.

She watched his every move. He sleeps in the nude or sometimes in white Jockey briefs. He rarely covered himself with sheets when he slept likely to cool himself down in the warm desert nights.

He usually read a book before he slept. "The Catcher in the Rye." He held this time.

She promised to look up the book online later.

His back was propped up by several pillows. He had his legs spread as if airing out his genitals.

He was wearing white briefs tonight. She zoomed in on his package. His underwear appeared frayed. It had tears on one side and holes in the front. The leg openings have lost their elasticity allowing the contents of his bulge to peek out. His package appeared heavy. She could see an outline of his penis pointing upwards towards his belly. His balls were barely held by the now flimsy crotch fabric. She saw both testicles plop out when he bent his right leg pulling his knee close to his body.

He started to scratch his balls with his left hand. They bounced up and down with his every motion. He brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed deeply.

Kendra wished she could smell his balls at that moment. For some reason she imagined men's genitalia would smell like oatmeal.

Her mother laughed when she mentioned this to her a few days ago.

"They have the scent of leather," her mother said.

She spent the next hour inhaling the musky odor from the quilt made of scrotum.

He inserted his right hand under the front garter of his briefs. She saw him handle his penis and manipulate this left and right. She thought she saw its head peek out of his underwear.

He was reading his book throughout this whole exercise.

Men love touching themselves. She learned this in the short time she spent watching Frank's every move.

He set the book down on a night stand next to his bed. He fixed his pillows and lay his head down to sleep. He reached over and flicked the lamp off.

The night vision camera automatically turned on. The screen had a tint of green. He slept with his arms on his sides. His legs were slightly spread apart.

She zoomed in on his crotch and watched it for another 60 minutes. She heard a low snore in the background. He was already asleep. She heard him fart once that prompted her to giggle.

She pressed the record button, laid her head on the couch. She yawned deeply. The last thing she saw was his penis slightly move in his briefs, before she finally went to sleep.

She set the alarm at 6 am. She wanted to be awake before Frank did.

This was her favorite time of the day.

Frank was still sleeping. He lay in bed as if he hasn't moved from the night before. His arms were still on his sides. This time his legs were spread out more wide open.

She focused her eyes in anticipation. Like clockwork, Frank did not disappoint. His penis was rigid and escaped from the cover of his underwear. It poked out from the loose right leg opening. It's whole length was visible as it jutted straight up almost at a 90 degree angle. It was at least ten inches long, thick, and had a beautiful olive tone. His glans was bulbous. Its slit was pink. There was a hint of blood vessels running up and down the length of his shaft. It slightly bobbed with his every breath.

His right testicle hung low and was barely covered by his underwear. The ball rolled slowly in its sack.

She saw his eyes flicker. His left hand rose towards his face and started to rub his eyes. His right hand reached down and found its target.

She held her breath and reached down between her legs.

Frank had his right fist wrapped around the shaft of his penis. He started to stroke it up and down, in varying speeds. His left hand pulled on the opening of his briefs freeing his left testicle.

He pumped his penis faster. His left hand started squeezing his balls.

Kendra was giddy. She rubbed her clitoris fiercely. She imagined her hand on his penis, pumping its entire length.

His strokes now became more furious. His legs straightened. He had his eyes closed. He squeezed his balls tighter.

"HURRR! HURRR! HURRR" he growled in a deep baritone voice.

A thick rope of cream erupted from his penis. It landed on his belly. His penis continued to spurt every half second with decreasing amounts of semen.

She bit her lower lip and came with him.

She counted eleven times his penis spit out liquid before he let go of the shaft allowing it to quiver on its own.

This was his morning ritual.

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She decided to tell her mother that she was ready to meet Frank in person.

Melissa stared at her intently and appeared to consider her request.

She learned that he is currently in a home at the edge of their property. It was beyond a rocky hill to the west of their house. There was no road connecting their house to his. He had access to the house only by using a vehicle suited for desert off-roading.

This home served a purpose to the sisterhood. They spread a rumor in circles where evil men gather that there was a home where they could hide from their legal troubles. This information even reached men from foreign countries who wished to escape prosecution.

Her mother had 6 men already stay in this house over the past 4 years. Kendra ran to her mother's trophy case to connect their names to their genitals.

Caleb was from Tel Aviv. He fled Israel after killing his wife whom he regularly brutalized. His testicles appeared crushed at the bottom of the glass container. His penis was average, about 6 inches in length.

Max was from a town named Borken, somewhere between Germany and the Netherlands. He was a serial rapist. He had the largest genitalia in her mother's collection. She remembered his video vividly.

Her mom and another sister worked on him well. She saw he had an intravenous line connected to an anesthetic that made him sleep without stopping his respirations. That time the sister brought a scalpel and wished to see if she could peel his penis before he woke. She was only able to flay him halfway down his shaft before he jumped out of bed screaming. Her mother straddled his chest facing his head. She started to pummel his face with her fists. The sister sat on his belly facing his genitals. She held his penis by the tip pulling it away from his body. She deftly incised his penis at its base and moved the blade in a sawing fashion. After a few dozen slices, she freed him from his manhood.

The remaining four where from the U.S. All were habitual criminals. John was a child molester. John number 2 was also a child molester. Cody was a serial killer and a rapist. Joseph tortured women with his cigarettes.

All met the same fate from her mother's hands. She emasculated them all, cock and balls, in one quick motion. She loved the garrote. That was her style. Their genitals now forever pickled.

She asked her mother how he disposed of their bodies.

"They're now fertilizer for the Joshua Trees," she replied.

Her mother gave her an instruction.

"I need you to wait here for me." She said. "I have to pick up Veronica from LAX. She is arriving to deliver the gift you requested."

She nodded her head yes.

LAX is at least three hours drive one way. She figured she had at least 7 hours before her mother comes back from her trip.

She was determined to assert her independence and test her skills. More importantly, she was determined to see Frank in person. He is hers, after all.

"Franklin's Johnson," she again muttered. It will be in her hands today, one way or another.

Her mother drove out at 830am. When the dust settled, she quickly changed clothes. It was still early in the morning but it was already close to 90 degrees Farenheit.

She wore light clothing and hiking shorts. Her petite frame filled her clothes in the right places. He wore hiking boot with rubber spiked soles.

She lifted a ruck sack and hung it on her back. It contained water and some protein bars. Something metallic made a clanging noise from inside the bag when she lifted it. She smiled secured that she is ready for his first male.

She walked due west of her home. The rocky hill was about 2 miles from their home. She knew the terrain well but never really ventured beyond the foot the hill. It took her almost an hour to reach the base of the small hill. She drank the contents of an Arrowhead bottle.

The hill was not too steep nor was it too high. It was probably the elevation of a two story building. She hiked up the rocky side and was up on its apex within short time.

Further down the slope, just where the terrain flattened, she saw the house. She recognized the backyard from her hidden camera.

She had a plan.

She pulled a pair of binoculars from her pack. She couldn't see any activity. She was disappointed to discover that his truck was out of sight.

She jogged downhill towards the house. When she was only a few feet from the back door she heard a vehicle approaching.

She sneaked to one side of the house and peeked. She saw his tuck park in the front yard.

Frank jumped off his truck and walked towards the house. He was carrying a bag of groceries on his right hand.

He was more beautiful in person, she thought.

He was taller than 6 feet. He appeared strong. His walked in a solid cadence.

He was wearing a tight white shirt that clearly defined his muscular torso. This was tucked in a pair of faded blue jeans that were tight like second skin. He was wearing dark brown cowboy boots.

She focused her gaze on his crotch. An elongated mass bulged to the right of its center. It appeared to change shape with his every step. The closer he got to her position, the more she saw that the camera underestimated his size.

His two balls appeared separated by the inseam of his pants. It formed the fattest camel toe she has seen.

She heard him walk up the wooden porch and opened the door.

She waited a few minutes then steeled her nerves.

She calmly walked to his front door and knocked.

She heard some commotion from inside the house. Then silence.

She knocked again, this time yelling, "Hello? Can you please help?"

Frank heard a little girls voice. He was hunched down under the window with a pistol in his right hand.

He slowly lifted his head and stared out the window in the direction of her voice. He was surprised to see a little girl standing on his door step.

He got up and tucked the gun underneath the couch cushion. He walked towards the door and opened it to the sight of a little oriental girl squinting in the bright light.

Kendra saw him up close for the first time. He was almost twice her size. He was taller and wider than she expected.

Her gaze was immediately drawn to the bulge in his jeans. She could clearly see his cock and balls outlined on the blue fabric. She could almost touch it and make it hers.

His face had a distinguished character to it. He was the cowboy in the cigarette ad on a magazine she kept. Her heart skipped a beat and her panties started to moisten when she saw his face break into a smile.

"How can I help you little girl?" he asked with a deep mellow voice. He couldn't believe his luck.

"I need help, mister," she said in a deliberate voice. "I was hiking with my friends and I think I lost them."

He barely heard what she said. His thoughts already raced in sexual frenzy. It had been at least 2 years since he had young pussy.

She noticed the crotch in his pants started to enlarge. His penis, clearly outlined in his jeans, elongated and threatened to poke through the fabric.

In growing discomfort, Frank slightly bent down from his waist. He had too free his penis soon, he thought. His jeans was getting tighter by the minute.

"Don't worry little girl, come on in. I have a phone inside. Why don't we call your parents?" He opened the door wide and motioned her in.

She walked through the door and into his living room. She heard the door slam shut. She turned around and saw him standing by the door smiling at her. His eyes stared at her lewdly. He was rubbing his crotch with his right hand. He slowly unbuckled his belt and said "Don't be afraid, little girl."

She took off her backpack and set it down the floor. A metallic object from deep within made a sound as it hit the wooden floor.

"Franklin's Johnson," she whispered then knelt down on one knee too reach for something in her pack.

She had a plan.