Kendra (Part 4)

Frank could not believe his luck. He has been hiding out for 3 months in this waste land. His only interaction with another human being was an occasional flirtatious wink with an overweight middle-aged grocery cashier in Blythe.

In his house stood a beautiful and soft little thing. He couldn't wait to taste her tight little body.

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He has always fancied young girls. His first encounter was with an 8-year-old cousin who jerked and blew him quite regularly when he was fourteen. By the time he was 18, he already had sexual encounters with little twelve-year-old girls in his neighborhood. All involved fondling their prebuscent breasts and genitals. He enjoyed the power he had over the younger ones. They all looked fearful especially when he showed them what he packed.

Even at a young age, before he reach his maximum growth, he already had a large penis...the biggest among his friends. At 18, his penis stretched to 9 inches. He reached 10 inches at 21. On a good day, he'd like to imagine, his penis hardening to 11 inches.

His testicles were as impressive. The scrotum hung low and contained testicles as large as mandarins. He earned the nickname "Megaballs." This was given to him by his prep school water polo team mates  when he found it difficult to stuff his genitals in a standard-sized speedo. One time they had a contest on which teen can come the furthest. His classmates never had a chance as he beat them on distance travelled and amount of seed he can produce.

He has had girlfriends his age over the years but would not quit his only vice. Young girls. He would connect with men of the same needs. They had their own network providing names and places for sex.

He mostly flew to the far east where poverty made rules easier to break. He soon developed a special taste for the orientals. Their young girls are smaller, more meek, subservient, and showed more fear in their eyes. He enjoyed seeing their tiny hands attempt to pump his large penis. He thrived on over filling their orifices with gobs and gobs of his semen. He enjoyed seeing them choke or bleed or vomit or cry.

He was finally caught in Fairbanks, Alaska where he flew to meet with a 14-year old who turned out to be a 28-year-old woman in a well-organized sting. The trial went on for almost two years. He became locally famous in Alaska. His family retained high-powered lawyers but were not able to prevent him from incarceration.

He was scared for his life when he learned what inmates did to child molesters.

He planned his escape with the help of a rich uncle. 

On his way to Seward, a bus flipped on Highway 9, blocking the road for miles. Two motorbikes drove up on each side of his prison shuttle. He ducked when he saw the signal just in time to see his three armed escorts go down in a hail of automatic bullets.

He was swept away in a motorbike that headed toward water. A seaplane was waiting to complete his escape. They landed somewhere in British Columbia where he was transferred to a waiting semi.

He was told that there was a safe house in California, in the desert between Las Vegas and Coachella. He was to wait there to cool things down. Afterall, there was an international manhunt for him. The plan was to cross the border and make his way to Brazil.

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Frank rubbed his genitals through his jeans. His penis has grown into its full length making a fat outline from his crotch to his right hip. He started fumbling on his belt, attempting hard to unfasten it quickly.

He saw Kendra lower her backpack. She appeared to crouch down to kneel.

"My little asian," he whispered, confusing her kneeling with subservience.

His mind was too clouded with lust that he did not notice her arm reaching into the pack.

Kendra could not believe her luck. In her house stood a beautiful and hard large thing. She couldn't wait to collect her property.

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She has always fancied older men. She was precocious for her age. She remembers always liking men and their weapons. 

She only has bits and pieces of memories of her life before she was adopted. She lived in a home with 8 children. All were under foster care. She does not recall her foster dad's face, but remembers being especially fond of his attention.

At age 3 she already knew the difference between boys and girls. She showed special interest in that difference. She recalled being scolded when she pulled and bit a young boy's penis. He was probably six or seven years old, she recollects. She just remembered him being twice her size. 

She liked to play with the dogs, jabbing their balls with pointed sticks. She was bitten once by small mutt when she tried to crush its scrotum. The social worker was upset with her bite. She ordered her foster parents to get rid of their dogs.

One dark night she took a lit candle to a sleeping boy's crotch and badly burned his genitals. An ambulance came that night and she never saw the boy again.

The police and fire chief blamed it on an unsupervised candle. Half of the bed was singed, the home almost was burned down.

Most of the children were reassigned to other foster parents. Kendra and two other girls stayed.

The past few years she had dreams where she sees her foster father. He looked like the Brawny man on their kitchen paper towel.

She dreamt she walked into his bedroom, seeing her foster parents copulating. She stood at the foot of the bed and was too little to be noticed. Her foster mother was on top. She dreamt his penis going in and out of her hole. His balls bulged out each time her weight landed on them. She dreamt hearing him groan and pull out his member from her foster mother's slit. She saw streams of come shoot out from his penis. She quickly hid under the bed and waited for everything to stand still. When they were fast asleep, she got out from where she hid and slowly climbed up the bed.

She dreamt she got between his naked legs and saw his cock, still turgid but on its side.  Semen dripped from its tip. Semen dripped down his groin. His club was beautiful. She wanted it for her own. She dreamt caressing his penis and balls with her tiny little hands and collecting as much fluid as she can. She wiped it across her mouth to taste it, she remembers something salty. She must have gathered a palm full after she decided she has had enough. She jumped off the bed and ran back in her room and pretended her hand was his penis.

She dreamt a woman carrying her off the property and taking her to a city hospital. Swabs were taken from her vagina and the dried crust around her mouth.

Her adoptive mother later told her, she was so proud of her little girl. She apparently testified in court, explaining how his semen ended up on her. She stated that she sucked his penis and that he would touch her special place with his club. She said it happened twice. She failed to tell them that it was only her fantasy since no one asked her if she lied.

DNA evidence was irrefutable. He was convicted and sent to prison. Her mother later told her he was killed in prison. His penis was found stuffed in his mouth.

She was precocious. She was different from children of her age. She was different from her sisters. They were fueled with anger. She was fueled with serial lust. She loved men and their weapons and looked forward to collecting them.

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Frank unbuckled and undid the top button of his jeans. At that same moment, Kendra found her favorite trinket, slipped each finger through brass rings, closed her fist and quickly placed her hand behind her.

She stood up and waited.

Frank pulled down on his zipper. The front of his jeans appeared to explode out under the pressure of his large cock.

Kendra saw him opening his fly and rubbing the front of his crotch before inserting his hands into his white briefs. He pulled out his member, the longest she has seen. He groaned and exhaled when his penis plopped out. He felt relief from releasing the increasing pressure in his jeans.

He walked towards her. His penis appeared to lead the way. It bobbed up and down. She saw it's bulbous head, it had the size of a small apple. His shaft was almost as thick as her forearm. His balls still lay hidden inside his pants.

She pretended to cry, "Please, mister, don't hurt me!"

Her weakness drove him insane. His body shook in anticipation. He walked ever closer. Now his penis was directly in front of her face.

She felt heat come from his groin. She thought she smelled his manhood. It had an odor like soap...or sweat. She inhaled deeply  through her nose and found his scent intoxicating.

He reached down with his right hand and gently placed his palm at the back of her head.

"Shhh...don't be afraid, show daddy that you love him," he whispered.

He held his thick penis with his left hand and guided the tip towards her mouth.

"Open wide, little girl...I have a treat for you," he said.

Kendra opened her mouth to receive him. The glans of his penis completely occluded her mouth. It seemed impossible it could go in any further. She made a gurgling noise.

Frank looked down and liked what he saw. Her little Asian mouth was choking on his massive member. This confirmed his power and prompted him to push further.

He pulled her head towards him and pushed his hips deeper.

She gagged and choked as the first 3 inches of his cock penetrated her.

She fought the sting in her eyes and looked up to see that he had his eyes closed in concentration.

"Be a good girl...be a good girl..." he groaned in a deep baritone.

That's when she struck.

She took her right hand now in brass knuckles and threw it up in an upper cut and aimed up between his thighs.

She hit the inseam of his jeans but did not get the expected response.

He still had her head by his hand and continued to pull her in. She found it hard to breath and thought her jaw was unhinging. In a desperate move she lowered her target and slammed the brass on his left knee. She heard a crack. In that instant, he let her head go, pulled his cock from her mouth and dropped on the floor on his left knee.

"OWWW!" He screamed. "What the fuck?"

They were now almost same height. He had both hands on his hurting knee, still unsure on what happened.

She swung again, this time hitting him on his left temple.

He quickly got up on his right leg, his left still bent on the knee. He hopped back and raised his left hand to touch his temple.

She saw his penis bounce up and down. The pain appeared to have deflated it. It looked like a thick rubber snake, its one eye crying with clear liquid.

Frank still couldn't understand what happened. He felt wetness on his temple. He is bleeding! Was he shot? He thought.

He absent mindedly pulled up his pants, tucking in his penis in his tight crotch.

Kendra was slightly alarmed. She did not want to lose sight of his penis. She sprinted towards him and made a flying start, leapt, landed on his hips, and her legs wrapped around him.

She started to pummel him with her right fist, attempting to render him unconscious with her blows.

But Frank just stood there, putting both his dukes up and was able to shrug her every blow.

He now realized the source of this aggression. He grabbed her by the collar with his right hand and pried her off his body with his left.

He held her by the shirt 8 feet off the ground. She continued her attacks. Her fists and legs start aiming for his face and body.

For all her knowledge in mixed martial arts, none of her blows affected him. She was like Bruce Lee fighting a Mack truck.

He walked around the room with her still hanging from his grip. His frustration grew with each every step as his lust waned every minute.

This wouldn't work, he thought. He needed the little girl to be subservient!

He looked down to inspect his left knee. It appeared to have doubled in size and started to feel tight inside his jeans. He was sure his cap was dislocated. He couldn't flex the knee to walk and hopped around with his right leg.

After a few minutes, his arm started to tire. He grabbed her right hand with his left and pulled the brass knuckle away in one powerful deftly move.

He hopped towards the couch and flung her towards it. She flew, butt first, and landed on the soft cushion. The impact jolted her to some reality.

She had a plan and it was failing. All her years of training appeared useless. She was a little girl. And he was a man...a huge mountain impossible to overcome.

She quickly lost her confidence and started to tremble. She couldn't fight the stinging in her eyes and started to cry.

"Please don't hurt me. I just want to go home," mucus started to drip from her nostrils.

He stood there on one leg and took in the view. His groin reawakened with her sobs.

He hopped towards the couch and loomed on top of her.

"Don't cry. Shhh...don't cry," he said. "Let me make it all better."

He pushed her and forced her to lie on the soft couch. He got on the couch, knelt between her legs, grabbed her by her knees, spread them wide open, and pulled her pelvis towards his crotch. He removed her boots, taking time to undo all the laces. He unfastened her cotton shorts and pulled it up and away from her legs. He then held her panties and ripped them with his bare hands as if they were paper. His breathes were through gritted teeth. His body tingled with anticipation.

His whole body vibrated with excitement. He looked down and saw a soft wisp of black hair in a small tuft between her legs. Her lips were tight and were the color of cotton candy.

"I love your pussy..." his deep voice resonated.

He undid his jeans and pulled it with his briefs down to the bottom of his thighs.

His penis landed with a soft slapping sound on her belly. It was rigid and looked angry. His balls hung low and rested on her vulva.

He lifted her thighs and guided her vagina towards his erect penis.

She was very tight. He struggled to insert the distal inch of his shaft into her. He found her to be amazingly moist looked down and saw she has her menses.

His penis got stiffer. The blood turned him on. He plowed his member into her. The initial resistance did not deter him. He was able to push in at least half of his shaft when he heard her wince. The sound was music. He bore down his entire weight and shoved his 11-inch dick inside her.

Kendra winced. It was a mixture of pain and something else. It was indescribable. There was a sharp and dull quality to the pain she was enduring. She felt him enter her vagina, up into her body, and imagined his penis reaching her throat. She felt the need to urinate. She felt him pump his member in and out of her in a now rhythmic fashion.

She was a ragdoll in his hands.  Her hands flailed from side to side with his every pump. His large and muscular figured appeared to be impaling a tiny bird while he raped her.

After about half a minute, the dull pain simmered down to a different sensation. This time it felt tingly. It came in waves that appeared to ripple out from her vagina. Her opening started to spasm. This slowly  spread out. Her anus spasmed. Her insides spasmed. The electricity spread up and down her body. It ran down her legs to her toes, forcing them to curl. Up her tiny body it went, once it reached her brain she bit her lower lip and let out a soft scream in pleasure. 

It was pleasure! She realized. The currents came wave after wave after wave. This was deeper and stronger than the orgasms she reached when she touched herself.

She stretched her arms up above her head. She found her left hand between the soft cushions and felt the cool grip of a revolver. She shut her eyes with ecstasy of her quickly reestablished confidence.

Frank had his eyes closed for most of the assault. He was in an ever increasing pleasure feeling her wrap tightly around his member. He was close. He clenched his teeth and growled. Sweat dripped from his face onto her body.

Kendra heard that familiar groan. "He is close," she thought. She concluded this made him most vulnerable.

She wrapped her  left hand on the revolver grip, pulled it out and aimed the muzzle. A loud thunder interrupted his humping. She shot him point blank. The bullet tore through his right armpit, up and out the joint of his right shoulder. 

The force pushed his body completely away from her. His penis pulled out of her vagina violently. Blood sprayed from her menses and torn hymen. He fell back over the arm rest. He landed on the floor head first. His legs still hung on the couch. He was dazed and struggled to keep his consciousness.

The gun recoiled and almost broke her left hand. It flew backwards with such force she released her grip. She did not know where it landed.

She was still trembling. She looked down to see herself bleeding. At the edge of the couch she saw Frank's legs in the air, bent on the knees, with his jeans around his ankles. She quickly stood up on the couch and inspected her damage. 

His body was mostly on the floor. His head, neck, and upper torso rested on the wooden planks. His lower back was almost vertical, resting on one side of the couch. He was almost upside down. His buttocks were on the arm rest. His thighs angled up. His knees were bent allowing his boots to rest on the couch cushion. She noticed his now naked left knee grow to the size of a grapefruit.

She walked closer and planted both feet on his jeans between his ankles. Her weight pinned his legs down. He must have felt something because he started to groan and attempted to get up. She saw the underside of his genitals. His balls hung loosely between his thighs. His penis pointed downwards towards his belly and was quickly deflating.

She looked over and saw that his eyes were shut tightly. His left arm was clutching of what remained of his bloody shoulder. Blood gushed everywhere. He appeared to know this. She saw him pull his belt out and started to wrap it around his right shoulder to apply a tourniquet.

She had to work fast. She jumped of the couch and looked around the room. He was too strong for her. She needed a Plan B. She found her brass knuckle under the coffee table and quickly picked it up. She wore it on her right fist and again jumped between his legs, her knees now pinning him down by his jeans.

His thighs were massive. They were the size of tree trunks. They were splayed wide.They were covered with dark hair that was most dense around his genitals.  His penis bounced up and down with his every movement. It has shriveled down to its 6-inch flaccid state. His testicles hung low land looked like the speed bag she used in martial arts. His two balls rolled in his sack. His left testicle hung slightly lower.

Her breaths were through gritted teeth. Her body tingled in anticipation. She has always wanted to know how an adult male's genitals felt. His testicles were large. She cupped them in her left palm. She could barely fit one in her hand. She caressed his scrotal skin between her fingers and thought it felt like soft velvet. His balls were heavy and felt full.

She then eyed his penis. She reached for its head and pulled the shaft over and down. Its whole length was now rested between his balls. It was lovely. She squeezed the shaft starting from the base to its tip with her thumb and two fingers. Clear thick liquid milked out from its opening. It was sticky and started to drip. She squeezed his penis again and more of the clear liquid oozed out.

"Precum..." she said. She knows her Frank well.

She gathered some of the fluid on her forefinger. She put this between her lips. This was her first taste of man. She found the fluid quite slippery between her tongue and hard palate. She imagined it had a mild flavor but couldn't decide what it tasted like.

She leaned over and wrapped her lips around the head of his soft penis. She sucked it like it was a nipple and attempted to taste more of his juice. She tasted salt and what reminded her of garlic.

Frank was delirious with pain. He was in shock but realized he needed to stem the bleeding. The little bitch shot her! 

He was able to wrap the belt tightly around his right shoulder. He pulled on the end of the belt tightly and stopped some of the blood gushing from his armpit. He lost function in his right arm. He could still use his right hand but could barely raise his shoulder.

He must have lost a lot of blood because his vision started to dim. He felt someone pawing on his genitals. In a panicked effort, he reached out with his left hand and swatted. He hit her in the face with and open palm while she was sucking on his penis.

She sat up and saw that he was still conscious. She was impressed on how strong Frank was. She had to teach him that she owned him. She looked at his cock and balls and smiled.

"Frank's Johnson, " she said. She owned it.

She pulled her fist back and aimed for the raphe on his scrotum. The brass knuckle made contact. It made a beautiful sound like a metal pipe hitting muscle. She saw his scrotum spread out, his balls were pushed away from the center.  

She quickly aimed and hit him again. Again she targeted the middle of his scrotum. He bucked his hips and tried to clamp his thighs but couldn't. Her hips were between his knees.

"ARRRG!" He screamed. He reached up with his left hand and clutched his balls to protect them.

She aimed for his fingers and started to pummel them with her brass knuckle. She heard bones break but he still gripped his balls tightly.

Frank was in shock. He was helpless in this position. In one desperate move, he lifted his legs up with such strength, it catapulted her up from the couch, over his head and towards the wall on the other end.

Kendra felt she was flying again. She did not anticipate his move. She landed on the far side of the living room and hit the wall with her face.

She immediately saw stars. She quickly tried to get up from her helpless position. It took a moment for her vision to return.

Frank was already completely on the floor face up. He was bent on the hips. With his left hand, he pulled his jeans up to his waist and zipped it. 

She slowly got up from her crouch. She still felt dizzy from the blow. She saw Frank was on his knees, bracing himself on the couch trying to get up.

Frank felt dizzy with his every effort. He saw a pool of blood from where he lay. He must have lost half of his blood. He stood up on both legs but had to favor one side because his left knee felt disabled. He could not move his right arm. It sent sharp pains with each attempt. His right hand and its fingers were starting to go numb and pale.

She saw him hobble around. He appeared to be in a daze. Her confidence again resurged. She was able to equal the playing field.

She saw her back pack and ran to it. She upended the sack spilling out it contents on the living room floor. She quickly found what she was looking for. She grabbed what looked like a black pipe, pulled on its end, extending its length like a telescope to about two feet.

It was one of her birthday gifts. A sister who is a police officer in Stockholm sent her the ASP baton and told her to use it wisely. She has been practicing with it since.

Frank started to hop a few feet away from the couch. His every landing caused pain on his right shoulder and left knee. The pain in his balls started to dissipate.

He scanned the room to look for his aggressor. She was behind him! He realized this and made a fist with his left hand and blindly swung towards her direction.

She saw his swing from a mile away. She raised her baton and hit his left forearm with such force, a long welt immediately formed under his skin. 

He stayed in the middle of the room and hopped to follow her position. She was running around him in circles. He was on his right leg. He had his left bent on the knee. His right arm hung immobile. He used his left arm to punch out and defend himself from her blows.

She kept her distance, knowing that if he grabbed her, even in his weakened state, he could break her.

She aimed for his weak points.  She especially targeted his working arm. She hit his forearm again trying to damage the nerves underneath. She punished his right leg with repeated blows. She picked her spots, targeting vital points, intentionally avoiding his genitals.

Frank kept up with his defense. He could not really strike her. He could barely move his legs and his right arm would not function. His vision also started to tunnel. His left hand was starting to get numb from all the beating it has received from her club.

She leapt forward and hit him on his right temple. She must have damaged his right eye in the process. His right eyelid swelled up almost instantly.

Blood pooled around him. His right arm was now completely cold. 

She saw him completely helpless and pressed her advantage. It one solid strike, she aimed for his right knee. She heard it fracture. This was followed by his scream.

He attempted to flee from her. He hopped one step back. He was on slippery ground. His right boot skidded once on the bloody floor. His muscular body toppled backwards. He landed on his back and almost lost his breath.

She ran towards her backpack and rummageg through the contents on the floor. She grabbed two loops of nylon rope and ran quickly between his legs. She wrapped the rope several times around each knee and knotted them securely. She looked up and saw the wooden beam that ran across the ceiling. She tossed the free ends of each rope over head across the wooden beam. She grabbed on the free end of one rope and pulled on it using her own weight, lifting his right leg above his hip. She continued to pull until she saw his right buttock was lifted up from the floor by a few inches. She made an expert bowline knot to secure his restraint. She pulled on the free end of the other rope and walked to the other side of the room. She pulled and pulled hoisting his whole hip up to her desired height. She did another knot on this side securely restraining his other leg.

She stepped back and admired her work. She had this beautiful strong man at her mercy. He was on his back with buttocks lifted about half a foot from the floor. His legs were bent at the knees. His thighs were spread apart in a wide V, pulled apart by the ropes that bound his knees to the wooden beam above.

Frank was in a daze. He was blind in one eye and his left was blurry. His useless right arm twitched with each effort. His left forearm started to swell up with the bruising from her beating. He could barely close his left fist. He realized his awkward position and attempted to escape. He bucked his hips attempting to dislodge his bindings. He lacked both strength and leverage and found himself helplessly trapped.

He looked around and started to panic. He realized the danger he was in.

She walked between his legs and took in the sight. She felt moisture build up between her legs with what she saw.

She saw the fear in his eyes and the disbelief that a mighty mountain of a man that he was can completely be disabled by a little chit of a girl. That was the source of her excitement.

She walked around him inspecting his body. His hair was caked in blood. His right eye was shut with a hematoma that started bleeding under an eyelid. His left eye was glazed over but still showed signs of awareness. He groaned every few seconds. These were interrupted by his deep inspirations. His tight white shirt was now red and stuck on his muscular torso. His arms lay prone on his sides. He had his jeans on, now smeared with blood in some areas. 

She eyed his crotch and saw the outline of his penis pointing to his right hip. He had mounds just above his inseam where his two balls laid.

She walked back to her back pack and looked for more tools. She  grabbed some favorites and walked between his legs.

She reached down and started to feel his cock and balls through his jeans. She was able to isolate each ball with both hands and attempted to push them apart. She felt the outline of his penis and kneaded it once  or twice.

"Get off me, you fucking bitch!" he yelled.

"Frank, Frank, Frank," she replied, "Don't be silly. You don't get to order me around."

She decided to free his genitals and started to unzip his jeans. He bucked up and down and tried to push her hands from his hips.

"You little whore," he yelled. "That's what you like, isn't it, you fucking slut."

She stopped her attempts to unzip his jeans, leaned down to pick up her baton. She stepped back two feet and raised the baton up in the air. She then slammed it down aiming between his legs.

The tip hit the inseam of his jeans. He immediately felt pain in his groin and screamed. She hit him again and again with her baton, each time aiming between his legs.

"AAAAA!" He screamed in pain with each hit.

He was too weak to protect himself. He tried to grab his balls but his left arm felt numb. The pain jolted him awake.

She heard a rip from his inseam as this started to split. She struck one more time, this time completely tearing the seams apart.

His briefs plopped out through the wide hole. She grabbed on the edges of the split fabric of his jeans and tore them further apart completely exposing his package.

She slipped her right hand under one leg of his briefs and gathered its contents. She pulled his cock and balls completely out from it. She pushed the fabric of the briefs to one side, completely exposing his manhood.

His scrotum had welts on where she hit it with her brass knuckles and baton. She felt its contents and found them still intact. His penis drooped and felt spongy to her touch.

She looked around and found her boots. She quickly removed the lace off one. She walked back between his legs and grabbed his penis and balls and stretched them out away from his body. She then used the lace and tied it tightly around the base of his penis and balls.

His penis started to elongate and angle itself upwards. She moved closer and grabbed his shaft with both hands and started to stroke it up and down. His penis grew back to its stiff 11-inch length and started to turn purple.

He clenched his teeth in pain and pleasure. He was confused on what was going on. He bucked his hips in timing with her fists.

She heard a familiar groan signaling he was close. She then leaned over, opened her lips, and inserted the tip of his penis in her mouth.

He immediately came when he felt her moist tongue. His buttocks stiffened lifting his pelvis up as he came.

The tip of his penis spasmed in her mouth as his semen shot from its opening.  She felt a warm jet of fluid hit the back of her throat. Once, twice, three times, his ejaculate kept spurting. Come dribbled from her lips when her mouth started to overflow with his semen.

She counted 12 times this time before his penis stopped shooting. She pulled away from and him and struggled to keep his fluid in her mouth. The taste reminded her of salt lick and the smell reminded her of Clorox.

She swallowed his semen down in three gulps and felt validation. She owned every part of him.

"Did you like that you little pig?" she heard him bark.

She looked down from between his legs and gave him a smile and said, "Oh Frank, of course I like it. I love everything about it."

He was dumbfounded. How did she know his name? His blank stare was interrupted by a dull pain coming from his genitals

She grabbed his balls with both hands and squeezed them with all her strength.

She reveled in his suffering. She contemplated crushing his balls but let go after squeezing it for about one minute.

She was different from the others. They liked their male's balls crushed. She decided she wanted her trophy with the least amount of injury.

She grabbed a wire garrote from the floor. She got her style from her mother. After seeing the different ways to emasculate a man, she figured this was the quickest and neatest method.

She fashioned her own garrote from some thin wires around the house. It was not exactly like her mother's whose garrote was made of a thin piano wire. Her wire was slightly thicker-gauged. She attached the wires to aluminum alloy handles.

He saw her wrap the wire around the base of his penis. He screamed.

"What are you doing? Please no! Please!" he pleaded.

She felt moisture again build up between her legs when she saw him suffer.

She wrapped the thin wire several times around his cock and balls between the tightly knotted shoe lace and the base. She then grabbed on both handles and started to pull.

He shrieked repeatedly "AIEEE! AIEEE! AIEEE!" His baritone voice went up two octaves.

She was surprised on how long it took. Something was wrong. Her mother castrated all her males in one swift move. How come hers wasn't that easy.

His penis flopped about with her every tug. It was turning purple. Veins running up and down its shaft bulged and threatened to rupture. His scrotum started to turn bluish gray. The diameter of his penis at its base appeared to be half its original size.

She kept up with her pressure and looked closely. The wire was too thick to easily cut through skin. She pulled down on the garrote attempting to use her weight to help slice through his skin.

His hips violently shook from side to side. His left eye streamed tears from agony. With one deep breath he was able to reach out with his left arm and grabbed his penis. With his weakened and fractured fingers he attempted to remove the tight wiring around his cock.

She ignored his attempts knowing they were in vain. She now stood up and pulled, leaning back to use her own weight. His cock and balls stretched to follow her pull. She felt something give. Blood streamed from her first cut. The wire finally incised the underside of his balls. She now knelt and pulled down on his genitals. She felt the wire dig deeper into his skin. More blood gushed from his root.

She alternated her positions. She pulled on his member in every direction. With each effort she felt the wire slice through his tissues.

He was delirious in pain and grabbed on to his penis trying to soothe it.

She made one final tug and fell on her bottom. She has her first castration.

He had his left hand wrapped around his penis when he felt one final tug. He flexed his arm towards his face. He screamed nonstop when he realized in his hand was his detached penis and testicles.

Blood poured down from the gash between his legs. His whole body started to writhe in sharp rigors. The shaking stopped and his screams became mute groans.

She got up and looked around for her prize. She saw it in his grip. It was deathly. Even in death he did not want to part with his genitals.

She pried his fingers off the trophy. She held it by the shoe lace still connected on one end. It was heavy, probably 2 pounds, maybe three. She was proud she was able to collect his whole length and package.

She went to the little kitchen and found a piece of garbage bag. From the freezer, she took all the contents of the ice maker and emptied its contents in the bag. She packed Frank's genitalia under ice. She tied a knot and sealed the garbage bag, carried it with her right hand and walked out into the bright sun.

She had to ask her mom to buy her a new garrote, she decided.

"My Frank's Johnson," she said. She then skipped towards her house.

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Melissa drove up their driveway around 530 in the afternoon. She picked up her friend Veronica who made a long trip from Guben, Germany.

She drove up the house and immediately sensed danger. The house was too quiet. Her daughter would always meet her at the door.

She went around the side of the house and headed to the barn. Veronica followed her
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The lounge was dark and empty. Melissa turned on the TV. On the screen was Frank's trussed up body. He appeared lifeless. The house bore evidence of carnage.

She controlled the switch and zoomed in on his crotch. She and her guest stood there and stared at the bloody space where his genitals used to be.

"Hi mom! Welcome back!" Kendra exclaimed. She ran to her mom and gave her a tight hug.

Melissa smiled and said, "I told you to wait for me. What if something bad happened?" Her maternal concern was sincere.

"Oh mom, don't be silly. I had the best teacher," she replied.

Both older women beamed with pride.

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Veronica and Kendra have been communicating over the past two years. She wanted to learn more about plastination.

Kendra saw in the internet an exhibit called "Körperwelten." She was fascinated how a man's body can be preserved as lifelike as possible. She went through pages of the technique and asked her mother if she could learn it.

With great luck her mother knew a sister from Brandenburg who in turn knew Veronica. She apparently mastered the techniques of plastination.

Moreover, she developed a new method where the organs stayed pliable like meat instead of hard like plastic. She brought a package of tools and chemicals for Kendra to use.

While her mom and a cleaning crew disposed of Frank's body, they spent the next day trying her new found knowledge on her first acquisition.

They made a makeshift lab in a shack not far from their house and worked on his genitalia. The process took 4 days and involved pumping Frank's penis with silicone. His testicles were immersed in a chemical bath designed to maintain their shape and texture.

While waiting, she learned of the network in Germany. Veronica and her sisters picked their males across Europe.

They did not pickle their trophies instead collecting the male's whole body for her brand of plastination. She has amassed at least 30 men and preserved them in different poses. She has a private gallery that she opens once a year to the members of their international sisterhood.

She couldn't wait to see Frank's penis when it was done.

Veronica pulled it out from a liquid bath, wiped it dry and presented it to her.

It was like she remembered it. It was long, thick, and pink. It felt lifelike to the touch and had a slight give when she squeezed it. His balls hung low still attached to his penis. In her hands they felt alive and still rolled in their velvet sack.

She hugged Veronica and thanked her profusely. When asked what she intended to do with it, she said she already had that planned.

After dinner that night, Kendra proclaimed she had a surprise. She led her mother and Veronica to her bedroom. On the wall above her bed hung a wooden square frame. In the middle of the frame, somehow attached, jutted a large penis with a set of testicles underneath. Just above the organ was an artistically painted name, "FRANK."

The women all smiled seeing the start of her new collection.

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A few days before she was to leave for Germany, Veronica offered Kendra apprenticeship. She and her mother have been talking that she needed to learn new things about their sisterhood.

She was excited and with her mother's approval accepted.

The long night of good bye's were filled with laughter and tears.

She boarded a Lufthansa flight headed for Frankfurt.

The long flight gave her lots of time for self reflection. She was different from her sisters. They were motivated by war and revenge. They did  not appear to take pleasure from their work.  

Her motives were more primitive.

She thought of Frank's Johnson and how she would dearly miss it. She was to stay in Germany for at least a year.

She opened a German magazine and saw a male model in his white swimming trunks selling cologne. His bulge was quite hefty.

She smiled. She googled German cock and balls oen night and was happy to see their large sizes. Most were uncircumcised. This didn't bother her. She decided she preferred extra skin.

The plane landed on time. Her heart beat in excitement. Veronica looked at her and thought, "Germany, meet our latest soldier!"

Kendra smiled back and whispered to herself, "Germany, I am Kendra, your newest serial collector!"