My best friend's dad (Part 3)

The drive to Wilton was excruciating for Sean. Lynne was giving out instructions on what she wants to happen when they come back home.

She instructed Sean to remove the parental controls on Stephanie's computer. She wished to give Stephanie a crash course tonight on self defense. Her iPad simply won't open some of the videos that needed Flash program.

Sean could not believe what he was hearing. He was being blackmailed to participate in this perverse game and he could not figure out a way how to get out of it.

"I refuse to do this...you can't force me to do anything...you're just a little girl!" he said in a deep yet desperate voice.

Lynne who was sitting on the front passenger seat leaned towards him, raised her right hand, and viciously slapped him on his left cheek.

"You do what I tell you or I go to the police and tell them how you raped me while I was sleeping. What do you think Stephanie will think of her father if I showed her the video?" she asked.

Sean was shocked by her violence. The slap was not painful but it jarred him. He realized how hopeless his situation was becoming.

"Ta tu olc," he muttered.

Lynne reached over with her left hand, grabbed his crotch and squeezed, "From now on, Sean, you only speak when I want you to speak. You follow my instructions and you don't go to prison for raping a minor..."

Sean almost lost control of the vehicle just then. He immediately applied the brakes when the Rover skidded onto the shoulder of the road.

Lynne stared at him. She was enjoying the new found power she has over him, this strong man, with his muscles, and brute strength. She stared at his eyes directly and challenged his authority.

"Teigh trasna ort fein," he growled. He grabbed her hand and pushed it away from his crotch.

She had a momentary feeling of fear when she felt his strong grasp effortlessly remove her grasp from his balls. She felt her left wrist burn in his tight grip.

She immediately formed a claw fist with her right and attacked his face. Her fingers scraped his left temple and eye. He pulled his face away and attempted to block her attacks.

He grabbed both her wrists and pushed towards her side of the vehicle. She was helpless because of his strength.

"You need help...you are sick..you can't do this to me..." he tried to plead with her.

At that moment, they both noticed a white car with the word "GARDA" on its hood park directly in front of their vehicle.

Both realized it was the police and immediately stopped their struggles. Sean was starting to sweat. His armpits started to soak. He held the steering wheel with clammy hands.

Lynne breathed out a sigh of relief and said in a soft but stern voice, "You will not get in trouble if you agree to my demands. I swear I will tell this cop you fucked me against my will...you agree to follow my every instruction or you will find yourself in prison being fucked in the ass by perverts like you...do you fucking understand?"

He looked at her. She stared directly at his eyes. A female officer walked towards his side of the vehicle.

He was broken. He nodded his head, closed his eyes,  and in a soft deep voice said "Yes."

"You ok there?" the bangharda smiled, her eyes surveying the car.

"Yes we are, officer," Lynne said, "Mr Flynn was just showing me the barley they grow in these fields...I'm from America, I haven't seen barley before."

Sean smiled and composed himself. "She is visiting my daughter and I for the summer."

"Carry on then," the cop said, satisfied by what she saw and  heard.

Sean stepped on the gas pedal and slowly eased the vehicle out of the shoulder and into the pavement. He slowly sped up and attempted to comprehend his role in her lessons.

Lynne had everything planned and instructed him the lessons were in several parts. She had to teach Stephanie on male anatomy, self defense, and how to dominate man in the household.

He has no choice but to provide his body for her daughter's learning.

Stephanie was waiting outside of the leisure center where art classes were held every Monday. She flagged them them down and smiled.

She got into the back of the vehicle and started to chatter about how beautiful her day had been.

Lynne started a conversation with her as if nothing had happened. She and Stephanie talked about things that 14-year-old girls found interesting.

Stephanie wanted to take Lynne to the driving range and play a round of golf one day. She mentioned her father bought her a new set of golf clubs. She would practice in their backyard and see how far she could drive the golf balls.

Sean was still spinning and drove like a zombie. Grunting and putting up a fake smile each time her daughter laughed.

They stopped by Babbling Brook, a pub a few miles from their home. The girls finished their fish and chips. Sean had iced water and had no appetite whatsoever.

Stephanie excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Lynne took advantage of her absence and laid out her instructions to Sean in great detail. The rest of the day will be devoted only on theories of self defense. Tomorrow, he is to call in sick and provide his body for practical demonstration.

Once they arrived, Sean did what he was told and removed the parental controls on his daughter's computer.

He made up a reason and told her daughter he was going out for a long walk.

Lynne suggested they go online to study self defense further.

Stephanie seemed to be more interested this time. She turned on her computer and was surprised her Google results weren't filtered.

Lynne showed her websites about rape victims. She also showed her a site listing sex offenders around Grosse Ile. Unfortunately, they could not find a registry anywhere online for Ireland.

Stephanie showed more interest when Lynne showed her self defense sites. This time, she showed her videos from different martial arts sites. Most dealt with ballbusting. Both girls giggled each time a man dropped to his knees, or yelped in pain, or clutched his groin.

"I wish I could do that, then I wouldn't be scared that what happened to mom can happen to me," Stephanie said.

Lynne smiled and said, " Are you willing to learn? I can teach you tomorrow if you wish."

Stephanie's eyes sparkled for a second but she then pouted, "Where are we going to get a boy to fight?"

"We are not fighting a boy. I will show you how to defeat a real man," Lynne replied, shifting her gaze towards a photo of Sean on Stephanie's dresser.

Stephanie suddenly understood what she meant. "Ewww! I can't do that to my own father!"

Lynne shifted her tone and said, "The first thing you need to know is that all men are alike. They are driven by one thing alone...and that is to hurt as many women as they can."

"Not my father!" Stephanie protested.

Lynne whispered, "Can you keep a secret?"

Stephanie nodded yes.

She turned on her iPad and showed her a video. It showed Sean walk in her room and sit on her bed. It showed her sleeping form and how lustful his eyes looked. It showed his hand grope her body and undress her. The video promptly ended.

Stephanie could not believe her eyes. She blinked several times trying to clear her vision from the forming tears.

"I am so sorry..." Lynne started to cry, "I was so scared of him, he raped me, and I wish I could have done something."

The word rape reverberated in Stephanie's head. Memories of her mother's death rushed in. She started to weep. Her deep respect for her father crumbled. Her pervasive feeling that it had always been her father's fault surfaced. Love was quickly turning to hatred.

Her first lessons tonight flipped a switch in her brain. Instead of hiding, she can fight back!

"How are you going to teach me to defend myself when you couldn't defend yourself from my father?" Stephanie asked.

Lynne felt caught in a lie and made up a story, "I was able to fight him off eventually..."

They both skipped dinner and laid in bed. Lynne told her the partial truth. She mentioned how Sean would ogle at her and how he would always have an erection around her. She said she was able to convince Sean to submit to their punishments for absolution.

Stephanie was still in shock and tried to comprehend the events of that day. She finally slept thinking that when she woke up all these would have been just a dream.

The next day Stephanie woke up with a headache. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. She recounted the night before and decided to herself to learn as much about men as possible.

Lynne was already in the kitchen and appeared to be having a one way conversation with Sean. Sean was on one side of the kitchen counter and had his head down. He appeared to be listening intently.

When Stephanie walked in, Sean slightly perked up and said, "Good morning sweetie. What do you want for breakfast?"

When they locked eyes, Sean realized that things have changed.

"We want to have breakfast outside. Hurry up. We have a long day today!" Lynne barked.

Sean quickly snapped to attention and started to prepare breakfast.

Lynne smiled at Stephanie. Both girls walked out to the backyard and settled themselves on their chairs.

They talked about the rules for the day. Lynne divided the lessons in parts. This morning, after breakfast, Stephanie will learn human anatomy.

Sean walked out with a tray of bread, fried eggs, sausages, and sliced tomatoes. He set the tray down and served portions on each of the girl's plates. He averted his eyes the whole time, appeared tense and uncomfortable.

Stephanie noticed her father's outfit. It was a tight white Spandex shorts and equally tight Underarmour sleeveless shirt.

He looked splendid, Lynne thought. She persuaded him to change his clothes this morning.

Sean towered over the two young girls. He was lean but very muscular. His body was conditioned by his love for triathlons. He had broad shoulders. His biceps were thick. His chests were chiseled and formed an outline in his tight shirt. His waist was narrow.

He bent over to pick up a paper napkin that was blown by a soft breeze. His tight Spandex left little to the imagination. He provided the two girls a view of his muscular buttocks as he bent down. His crotch had a large outline of his fat penis pointing south. Underneath his shaft lay two orbs as large as plums.

The shorts appeared sheer from wear. Sean usually wore jockstraps whenever he use this pair. He was forbidden by Lynne to use any underwear. The pink flesh tone of his penis was slightly visible through the fabric.

He used modesty as much as he can. He would cover his package with the breakfast tray or occasionally both his hands. Lynne thought this was annoying.

"Stand over there..hands on your sides...and move only when requested," she barked an order.

Sean reluctantly stood across from where they sat. The girls now have an unobstructed view of his strong built and the large bulge in his shorts.

Stephanie found this amusing and exhilarating. She has never had power over anyone before. Now she has a large powerful man on her beck and call.

Meanwhile, Sean's brain was protesting all this. He thought of several ways to regain control and get him out of this bind. He couldn't believe how his daughter has been behaving. He decided this may be a product of the trauma she endured when his wife was killed.

The psychotherapist informed him one time that Stephanie may be prone to dissociative identity disorder. She mentioned that her mother's death may have fractured her young mind into tiny pieces of personalities.

This was the only reason this is happening, Sean thought. He looked into his daughter's eyes. They appeared vacant. He confirmed to himself this was another person.

This knowledge only gave him a peace of mind that there may still be some salvation. He still could not figure out how to deal with Lynne and his sexual indiscretion.

His thoughts were interrupted by Lynne barking a new set of orders, "Tidy up the table...report back in 5 minutes!"

Sean snapped to it and worked like a soldier. He gathered their plates and set them on his tray. He walked back into the kitchen and placed them in the sink.

He knew what was coming and delayed walking out. He cannot believe he was being blackmailed by a young chit of a girl who he could easily break in half with his arms.

He stood by the sink and looked out the kitchen window. The girls were facing the green expanse of barley fields and appeared to be in deep conversation.

He saw Lynne's head look at his direction and heard a loud yell summoning him to come out.

He marched slowly towards the girls. His shoulders were slumped. His heart was palpitating. His legs felt like molasses.

Lynne ordered him to stand directly in front from where they sat. He stood there and stared out into the distance.

Lynne got up and walked towards Sean. Stephanie sat on her chair and watched.

"The human male is built with muscle and brute force," Lynne said. She grabbed Sean's right bicep and squeezed. "These arms can pound you to dirt."

Lynne used her right hand and rubbed his thick chest. "The male could bench press both our weights easily."

Her fingers pinched his right nipple making it stand in attention.

Lynne ran her hand up and down his flat belly and felt the ridges of his six-pack through his shirt. "The male's core starts from his belly down his hips, buttocks and thighs." She ran both hands down his sides, grabbed each mound of his buttocks and squeezed.

"The male can easily destroy anything it wants to but nature provided a convenient chink in all of his muscular armor," Lynne stood immediately to Sean right side, and pointed to his crotch.

Sean felt humiliated. He wanted to shrink and disappear. He shut his eyes and pretended none of this was happening.

Lynne pressed down her right index finger on the tip of Sean's penis.  He flinched and attempted to move his hip away.

Lynne lifted her right hand and slapped him across the face violently, "You only move when I tell you to move, or I swear you will hurt like you haven't hurt before!"

Sean felt the sharp sting of her slap. His ear buzzed for a few seconds from the impact. He stared at Lynne's eyes but quickly lowered his gaze.

He stood up straight and pushed his hips out. His stance accentuated his cock and balls. The size was straining through his tight white shorts.

Stephanie sat transfixed. She was impressed by how Lynne put her father in place.

Lynne now grabbed the shaft of his penis with the thumb and fingers of her right hand. Through his shorts, she started to manipulate his penis, pushing it to one side, then lifting it one way, finally positioning  the tip pointing up towards his belly. Now the penis was out of the way, his two testicles became even more visible.

The groping made his dick slightly stiff. It thickened and started to elongate. Sean tried his best to keep from getting a full erection.

"The male genitals include the penis..." she ran her right hand along the shaft of his penis..."and the testicles..." and cupped his balls in her palm.

"They provide the energy and weapon to subdue us women," she said, still holding on to his balls.

"Observe," she said as she used both her hands to grab his shorts by their garters and quickly pulled them down to his knees.

Sean's cock and balls plopped out into view. He felt his humiliation complete.

Stephanie let out a silent gasp when she saw her father's genitals for the first time. He had a large, fat and uncircumcised penis that drooped down from his red pubic hair. His testicles were in a loose bag of scrotum and hung low reaching the middle of his thighs.

Lynne instructed Stephanie to come forward and feel his genitals in her hands.

Without hesitation, she walked towards her father, raised both her hands and grabbed his soft shaft.

Sean had his eyes closed though all this. He refused to see the perverted games Lynne was playing.

Stephanie held the base of his shaft with her left hand and the tip with her right. His penis was spongy in her grasp. She felt it had several tubes inside it that rolled in her grip. She then grabbed each of his balls with her hands and felt their sizes. They were plums and felt heavy. They rolled inside their sack.

Lynne then told her to stand back and observe further.

"You are no longer allowed to masturbate or have any orgasm without consent from me or Stephanie," she said.

Sean felt the need to vomit. He kept his eyes shut and tried his best to tune her out.

"Any violation will immediately be met with the harshest punishment," she said.

"Today I allow you to come to show Stephanie how your filthy cock works," she continued.

Lynne spit on Sean's penis. Her sputum hit him on his foreskin. She then grabbed his penis with her right hand and slowly stroked it, her spittle lubricating her touch. She pulled on his member. It looked like pulling taffy.

Stephanie's eyes widened when she saw his penis getting larger. The prepuce retracted and exposed the shiny pink glans underneath. It looked like a large mushroom head. His penis continued to stiffen and widen. He must be at least 8 inches long. It jutted straight out and upwards. To her it looked like a small baseball bat. Like the weapon the police thought was used on her mother.

Lynne started to pump his penis furiously. His balls swung side to side. His hips stiffened and started to buck in timing with her up and down motion.

Sean's breathing became heavier and came in short bursts. He still had his eyes shut trying to avoid seeing his daughter as Lynne defiled him.

"Open your eyes!" Lynne ordered.

Sean resisted.

Lynne grabbed his right testicle with her left hand and again ordered, "Open your fucking eyes or you lose a testicle!"

She started to squeeze and felt his right ball change shape under her grip.

"AAARRRGH!" He yelled and relented. He opened his eyes and stared at her angrily.

She continued to pump his penis with her right hand and squeezed his left ball even tighter, "You dare look at me! Who gave you permission to look at me?" She yelled.

"AAAIIIIEEE!" He screeched. He averted his eyes and focused his gaze far away.

From out of nowhere, he heard a soft voice..."Look at me!"

He looked down and saw the order came from his daughter.

Stephanie's stare bore through his eyeballs. He saw stars and felt his head almost explode. He looked at her and saw domination.

"HAWRR! HAWRR! HAWRR!" He grunted signaling his orgasm. Thick streams of semen spurted out from his penis and landed on his daughter's face.

Lynne continued to pump his penis and changed its directions attempting to avoid Stephanie's face. His fluids spread everywhere. It landed on Stephanie's blouse, her arms, and feet.

Fully spent, Lynne let go of his penis. He continued to drip come down the ground. His balls were now closer to his body. His sack appeared to have shortened in length. His huge strong figure slumped even further. His chin was now touching his chest. He shut his eyes again and started to sob.

Stephanie was all at once shocked and disgusted by her father. Come dripped from her cheek down the side of her mouth. Her arms were drenched with his white sticky fluid.

"You son of a bitch!" Lynne roared, seeing his come all over her best friend's face.

Sean opened his eyes. Through his misty vision he saw Lynne too late.

Lynne stood directly in front of him and aimed. She took her right arm, made a fist, and swung up. She hit him on the nose with an upper cut.

Sean's head snapped back. He held his nose with both hands. Blood started to congest his passages.

At the same time, Lynne was prepared to execute her next move. As his head snapped back, Sean thrusted his pelvis forwards. His cock and balls now hung low and provided a great target.

She immediately stepped back, reared her right leg, swung it up, aimed for his balls, and kicked. The balls of her right foot punted his testicles. Her pedicured toes disappeared in his sagging scrotum. He felt his balls slam up into his groin.

Sean fell to the ground on his knees and grabbed his balls with both hands. His nose dripped of blood and he started making hacking noises. Blood sprayed and splattered everywhere.

He fell on to his back and assumed a fetal position. His bent legs were up in the air. His knees were folded on to his chest. His shorts were somehow completely pulled off from his legs. His hands still held on to his aching balls while he rocked his body back and forth.

The two girls stood there watching him suffer. This big strong brute was now reduced to a blubbering gel.

All with one blow. Stephanie felt empowered.

Lynne grew tired of his crying and grabbed him by the hair with both hands. She pulled on his head and attempted to pull him up to his feet.

Sean's testicular pain started to ease. He quickly felt his balls and made sure they were still intact. He decided he has had about enough and grabbed Lynne's wrists with both hands.

His eyes challenged hers and told her to let go of his hair or he'll break her arms.

Stephanie witnessed this.

Lynne had her hands on either side of Sean's head, pulling his hair towards her. Her father's body and buttocks were on the ground, his neck was flexed from Lynne's pulling. His legs were slightly spread apart and bent on their knees. His balls hung between his thighs and touched the ground. His penis was limp and rested on his belly.

Lynne started to shriek in pain as Sean continued to tighten his grip on her wrists.

Stephanie looked around the yard and saw her golf bag sitting next to the door. She grabbed her favorite fairway wood and walked next to his father's legs. She raised the club high and aimed. The head of the club swung down with lightning speed. A swooshing sound was then followed by a sickening slapping noise.

Stephanie saw the golf club strike her father's testicles. Her swing somehow followed through, lifting his balls up, stretching his scrotum, and making his testicles snap back. His balls landed on either side of his penis and rested on his lower belly. His legs kicked out in a spasm. He now laid spread-eagled. His scrotum started to contract as if attempting to hide from further assault.

"AAAIIIEEE!" Sean yelled. The pain made him squeeze Lynne's wrist tighter forcing her to let go of his hair. He flexed his arms to his right, lifting and dragging Lynne like rag doll. He tossed her to one side. Lynne fell on her back and lost her breath.

Before her father could grab his balls, Stephanie swung the golf club again. The wide  head of the club hit him at the base of his penis and the underside of his two balls. This time the hit sounded wet.

Sean's whole body spasmed. He looked like he was seizing. His arms flailed from side to side. His legs kicked out repeatedly.

Finally, after a few seconds, Sean stopped moving. Stephanie quickly leaned in and heard her father was still breathing. He must have passed out, she concluded.

She looked down to inspect her father's cock and balls. He appeared to have a welt on his scrotum. She lifted both his testicles up and saw a small trickle of blood where her fairway wood made the worst contact.

Lynne got up and walked next to her. She smiled and touched her best friend's right shoulder.

"Help me get him inside..." Lynne said, "part two of today's lesson is still coming."

Lynne grabbed both his arms while Stephanie grabbed his legs by the ankles. He was heavy. They lifted/dragged him across the backyard, through the kitchen, and into the middle of the living room.

Sean laid there spread-eagled. He was still stuporous from his assault.

"We need to prepare him for this afternoon," she said, walking in from the kitchen with a Ziplock bag full of ice.

She placed this on top of his balls. She wanted him to recover as much as possible for what was to come next.

His penis has escaped much injury. There was a hint of bruising at the base of the undershaft of his penis. His testicles where intact on thorough inspection. His scrotum bore the blunt of her hits.

Lynne and Stephanie sat on the couch and waited for him to rouse. Stephanie needed to learn self defense, and Lynne couldn't wait to show her.