Melissa (Part 2)

Melissa held onto her father's ankles with each hand. She spread his legs apart as far as she can reach. She let go of his legs and stood back.

He was now spread-eagled. She studied his form for a minute. Her father had muscular calves and thighs covered with a light amount of hair. The higher up the leg, the more dense the hair got. The dense growth appeared to be thickest around his genitals.

His cock and balls still hung out of the front of his shorts. His penis was still stiff and angled upwards towards his belly. His scrotum appeared tighter.

His snoring stopped for a brief moment. Her father was still asleep but she saw him reach down between his legs with his right hand to scratch his balls. His testicles bounced up and down. This lasted about half a minute. He then pulled on the garters of his shorts pulling them out and up, forcing his balls and penis back under cover. He then closed his legs.

She was annoyed.

She waited for a few minutes and started at her work when she heard her father snore again.

She grabbed a pair of straps made of leather from her bag. She secured both ankles with each strap. Pulling on one strap at a time, she spread his legs apart. She then tied the ends of each strap to bedposts at the foot of the bed.

She then grabbed a pair of scissors. Starting on the bottom part of each shorts leg, she cut her father's shorts up to the garters. She then lifted the front flap she created, completely exposing he father's genitalia. She slowly pulled on the shorts from underneath his buttocks.

He was completely naked. He may have sensed this in his stupor. He took both of his hands to cover his manhood.

She was getting increasingly frustrated by this. She was worried the medications will wear off soon.

She grabbed two more restraints from her bag. She wrapped each of his wrists with the straps. She pulled on each strap one at a time, spreading her father's arms sideward and towards the upper corners of the bed. He offered little resistance. She then secured both straps to the posts at the head of the bed.

She then pulled out a camcorder and a tripod from her bag. She set this up quickly. She turned on the camera. Holding the camera with one hand, she panned up and down her father's figure. She started on his face, down his chest, his abdomen, his genitalia, and legs. She widened the shot and filmed his whole naked body, tied, spread-eagled, to her mind in a secure and inescapable binding.

She propped the tripod up on one side of the bed and turned the camcorder on. She pointed the camera towards his manhood.

She wanted to document this for later studies.

His penis appeared to be less rigid. It lay on his belly, although not fully engorged, she found it still dangerous. His scrotum now hung loosely. His balls were touching the mattress.

She found her position between his legs. She was on her knees hovering above her father's cock and balls.

She grabbed his right ball with her left hand and his left ball with her right. She held each testicle on each palm and gripped tightly where they connected to his body.

She wanted to test out her methods.

She then started pulling his balls as far as she can towards his knees. His scrotal skin stretched. The contents were trapped under her grip. She noticed tiny blood vessels become more prominent on the now taut skin.

Her father stopped snoring. His belly appeared to tense up.

She let go of his balls. They snapped up. His scrotum became tight packing his testicles closer to his body.

She was mildly disappointed. She was expecting more response.

She decided to really give it a go. She grabbed his testicles again with each hand and pulled. This time she used her weight and pulled his balls.

Her father let out a deep grunt. His response made her want to do more. She started squeezing his testicles as she pulled his whole sack towards his feet.

His scrotum stretched beyond the length of his mid thigh.

He started to rouse from his deep stupor. His arms started to flail trying to break from their straps as they attempted to protect his manhood. His belly tensed up like a stiff board. His breaths became short and rapid. He made guttural noises on each exhalation. His eyes were fluttering.

She continued to grip onto his balls. Their color became beet red.  Each ball was trapped under his taut scrotal skin. She wondered if she could turn them purple.

She then made her grip tighter attempting to break his skin.

He started to wake up now. He screeched in pain and tried to sit up. The best he could do was lift his head and shoulders from the bed but quickly fell back, the restraints pulling on his wrists.

His legs tried to clamp shut. His body tried to form into a ball. His hips buckled up and down and side to side. His whole body was attempting to dislodge her grip from his balls.

He let out a low "arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!"

The whole bed started to shake as he attempted to free himself from his bindings.

Her father must be fully awake now, she thought. He had his head off the pillow. His eyes were open.

Paul, however, was delirious, from the pain and the alcohol and drugs. He could not focus. He was in a dream/nightmare state where was being tortured by unseen attackers.

Melissa saw her father pulling on his wrist restraints. His chest and arm muscles showed their real strength. They now appeared engorged, red, and angry. The straps appear to be reaching their limits. He was attempting to bend his legs on their knees. She saw his muscular thighs. She was sure he could break his ankle straps.

 Throughout this, she had her father's balls in her hands, never easing up on her grip and her pull.

She heard a soft rip. She looked down to inspect his package and got disappointed when she saw the skin still intact. She thought she broke skin.

Her disappointment turned to panic when she realized the soft rip was his wrist restraints starting to fail. He was almost sitting up, his torso propped by his elbows. His wrist restraints were almost completely torn away from the posts.

They locked stares. Melissa saw a blank stare. He continued to make low pained noises. She then knew he was awake but not aware.

Despite this, she now saw how powerful a man's body could be. She had him drugged. He already had alcohol. He was restrained. Yet he is able to break his bonds.

This refocused her. She had her father by his seat of power.

She slowly tried to get up from her knees, still holding on to her father's balls, stretching it upwards.

This forced him to lift his pelvis up following his stretch balls. His torso and head fell back on the bed. His legs, still bound by ankle straps, also stopped their attempts to fold.

He screeched in a higher voice "aee-aee-aee-aee-aee-aee!" He sounded like a hurt dog. A thought and a decision flashed in her head. All dogs need to be neutered.

She had his pelvis about a foot above the bed. His scrotum has reached its limit.

She didn't realize his arms were completely free from the straps. He was able to grab her wrists attempting to pry her off his balls. She felt his grasp squeeze her wrists. He had strong hands. She thought her bones would break if this continued.

He was able to pull her left hand from his balls. He then immediately had both hands on her right wrist.

It became a tug-o-war with her father was quickly winning. She felt her knees buckle from her father's strong grip.

She still had her father's balls in her right hand. His testicles ballooned out of her fist like a punching bag while she clamped on his scrotum by its base.

She made a fist with her free left hand. With all her might and martial arts training punched her father's balls, feeling them flatten against her clamped right hand.

He almost levitated off the bed. Paul now screamed "aw-aw-aw-aw." He was now even more delirious from the pain. He was still in a nightmare.

His grip only became stronger and more desperate. He also started to scratch her skin.

She was able to now completely stand up. She held him by his balls. Her father's body made an obscene curve. His head and legs were at the base and his pelvis was at the peak held up by his trapped genitals.

He continued his attempts to injure her arms.

She now pulled and twisted his testicles a quarter clockwise. She yelled "Stay down!"

Paul heard a foreign voice in his head. His vision started to refocus but he could only see a dark figure at the end of a long tunnel.

He was determined to free himself from his captor. He started to flail his arms out, attempting to punch her arms and legs.

She was more determined. She twisted his scrotum another quarter clockwise and yelled "Stop fighting! Stay down!"

He continued to struggle. He would punch blindly up and around attempting to connect.

With each failed attempt from her father, she would twist his testicles a quarter clockwise, each time commanding him to stop or stay down. Each twist of his balls made Paul screech a high "eeeee!"

This tug battle lasted for about five minutes. She must have his sack twisted at least three timed around the clock. His fight was starting to wane. His arms were now on his side. She still has his pelvis lifted from the bed by his balls.

When she felt she took the fight away from him, she started to slowly kneel down. She saw her father laying there, defeated, arms useless.

She was now down on her knees. Her father's buttocks were now touching the bed. She quickly switched her grip, having her left hand grab her father's balls by the base of the scrotum, letting her right hand rest from the intense battle.

His scrotum was now purple. The orbs inside appeared to have doubled in size. She studied them intently.

It was too late when she realized it was just a ruse. His father was able to sit up and wrap his hands around her neck.

She saw her father's eyes burning with anger. Drool dripped from his mouth as he growled.

Paul was determined to crush the life of his unknown attacker. He could see that he was in his bedroom. In his drunken and drugged haze, he thought someone broke in to his house. He could only see the dark figure in front of him.

Melissa was surprised by her father's recovery. She let go of his testicles and grabbed on to his wrists. He was too powerful for her. She was starting to pass out.

She remembered her martial arts training.

She let go of her father's wrists. She quickly grabbed his balls with both hands and squeezed.

He screeched again but did not let go of her neck.

With her left hand, she grab the base of his scrotum and pulled. She felt his grip ease somewhat. She then balled her right hand into a fist and started punching his testicles with all her might.

Each contact made a loud splatting noise.  She felt her balls flatten each time she hit them.

"EEEE!" He screeched each time.

He still had his hands around her neck but his grip started to weaken.

She must have punched her father's balls a dozen times before he let go of her neck. He then grabbed his balls.

"No!" She yelled. She then punched him in his Adam's apple with her right fist.

He made choking noises. "HUR-HUR-HUR!"

He let go of his balls and held on to his neck as he fell back.

Paul felt his airway spasm. He struggled to breath.

Melissa saw her father was still conscious despite her attempts. He was flat on his back with his legs still spread-eagled, secured by straps.

His genitals were directly in front of her. His penis shrunk down to a flaccid state hanging down between his balls. His scrotum hung loose.

When she saw her father was starting to recover, she locked her target in sight. Using both her fists she started pummeling her father's genitals. Her first contact hit his penis and balls. His penis bounced up and landed on his belly. His balls appeared to roll in his scrotum. She punch his left ball then his right.

He let out a loud "AWWWRRR!" He grabbed his balls with both his hands.

This angered Melissa. She continued punching at his balls, attempting to break his balls through his protective hands.

She must have injured her father's finger because he folded both arms up, each hand grabbing the other as if in pain.

She changed tactics. She got up and quickly sat on her father's chest facing his groin. She also had her father's arms pinned under the weight of her knees rendering him completely immobile.

Melissa recalled her training. She became the best in her martial arts class. She imagined breaking bricks with her karate chop.

She raised both her arms high and extended her hands, each becoming long spades. She eyed her targets. His balls were clearly visible. His left hung slightly lower than his right.

With a loud yell "Yaaah!" she hammered her left hand in a karate chop onto her father's left testicle. She felt his ball flatten against his pelvic bone. She felt a slight give and was sure she ruptured something internally.

Paul let out a soft "AWWWRRR!" His attempts of escape were futile.

With lightning speed, she karate chopped her father's right ball. "Yaaah!" she yelled.

This time she felt something more. She thought she heard a soft squishing sound. She also felt his right testicle hit bone.

Paul squealed like a gutted pig, shook, then passed out.

When she realized what she had done, she smiled in satisfaction. She looked over and saw the camera documented everything.

She got off from him. She headed towards the camera, picked this up, and pointed the lens towards her father's face.

She wanted to document before and after.

Her father was completely drenched in sweat. He was breathing heavily.

She then focused the camera on to his genitals. His penis lay flaccid on his belly. It now appeared harmless, like a fat lazy earthworm.

His balls are now swollen and almost double in size. There was visible bruising in his testicles. His scrotum was in different shades of red, blue, and purple. She saw outline of her fists where she made contact with his testicles.

His left inguinal area also started to swell. She noticed her father's left leg became shorter than his right. She must have broken his left femur!

She smiled wickedly and with satisfaction.

She confirmed it. Men, no matter how strong they are, can be overcome by their genitals.

She heard her father started to awaken. He started making grunting noises. He started moving his arms.

She was not about to allow him to ruin her studies.

Now that she has destroyed his balls, she intended to break his club.

She quickly grabbed two sets of handcuffs and secured her father's wrists to bedposts.

"Let's see him break these..." she thought.

She opened one of his drawers and pulled out a neck tie. She then straddled her father's chest and wrapped the tie around his head, over his eyes, tightly blindfolding him.

She got off of him and grabbed the camcorder. She repositioned it on the tripod, pointing it towards his genitals.

She then held his father's penis with  her right hand and started to work.