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Friday, December 11, 2020
Caroline Springs (Part 4)
Shiela, Tracy, and Abby walked in through the open backdoor. Earlier, they heard a commotion, a man screaming, followed by a dull thud.
All three looked barely 14 years old, all small for their age, the tallest only 5'3". They are part of a local coven of young adults and teenaged girls who are in different stages of their training. Although all 5 of them have spent weeks of lessons, none of them are full-fledged and are considered novices until they get their chance to subdue an adult male in combat.
It was certainly an unexpected sight. Haley was at the top of the flight of steps, her eyes fixed at a figure laying at the bottom of the stairs. There was a grown man unmoving. His head and shoulders rested on the living room floor while the rest of his body laid on the steps. His right arm was above his head. His left lay between his legs. His legs were spread apart.
The visitors initially thought a burglar or a rapist broke into the Dunphy's home.
The man hung on the stairs, the lower half of his body rested on the higher steps, elevated above his head. He was half naked, wearing blue boxer shorts, a tear visible on the waist band. His bulge appeared large but it was slightly covered by his left hand. He was muscular, lean, and hairy in parts. His chest was covered in soft brownish hair. His belly had a line of dark fuzz from his belly to the area underneath his shorts. He was heaving his breaths. He appeared unconscious but in pain.
They focused on his face. It was Mr. Dunphy! All three stood stunned and did not know how to proceed.
"What happened?" Tracy asked.
Shiela found the light switch. Bright fluorescent lights illuminated the room.
Mr Dunphy had his eyes closed. A small river of blood started to run from his left temple where skin was torn.
The bright light revealed his muscular figure that terrified the three neighbors, but also excited them.
"We killed him!" Haley was shaking.
They saw Alex sit on the step between his spread-eagled legs.
"He's not dead," Alex replied as she reached down with her left hand.
The others stood transfixed.
Alex grabbed the right leg of her father's shorts and hiked it up violently towards his belly. She tugged on it this way and that, trying to free her father's genitals from his underpants. She noticed a tear on the fabric seam cupping the groin, possibly made earlier when she grabbed her father's balls as he was falling. She ripped at his shorts. A tearing sound released his package. His low hanging testicles plopped out and came into view.
The visitors moved closer and gathered around his head wanting to have a better look. Haley took a few steps down to look over her sister's shoulder.
Phil's balls were larger up close, Alex thought. They look like large chicken eggs, ovoid in shape, slightly rolling inside his pink scrotal sack. His penis still lay hidden like a sausage underneath the stretchy fabric.
Alex continued to tug on her father's shorts, this time using both hands, grabbing on each side of the tear on the waist band.
Phil, in his semiconscious state, sensed his nakedness. His left hand instinctively cupped his balls and penis under cover of the now torn underwear.
"Grab his arm!" Alex barked an order.
The three visitors were startled by her command. Alex was the youngest of the group but she was the most determined.
Shiela grabbed his left wrist while Tracy pulled on his left arm.
Phil offered minimal resistance. He was weakened by the toxin running in his blood.
"Keep his arms away from his cock," Alex said.
Shiela and Tracy pulled Phil's left arm above his head and onto the living room floor. Although they didn't need to as Phil is too weak to resist, Tracy stepped on his left bicep while Abby stepped on his right, pinning his arms to the floor.
His crotch came into view. His shorts were barely covering his manhood. The girls had their eyes transfixed. Haley felt moisture between her legs.
Alex was equally interested with her father's genitals, but she had another task in mind.
The right leg of his shorts was completely torn. The tip of his penis was visible as it poked from one of the holes she made. His testicles hung loosely between his legs.
She grabbed the intact left leg of her father's shorts and pulled it towards his feet. His shorts, already torn in half, came off freely.
The three visitors gave a collective gasp when Phil's cock and balls came into view.
His penis lay on his lower belly, pointing towards his navel. It was long, uncircumcised, cylindrical, fat, and pink. His round testicles lay like large eggs in a nest of dark pubic hair just below his shaft.
"Are you sure Dad's still alive?" Haley asked.
Alex annoyingly looked backed at her.
"Here, watch!" Alex replied.
The girls held their breaths in anticipation as they saw Alex reach down to grab his genitals.
Although they have had several weeks of lessons, including watching live demonstrations and fights, none of the girls have really explored a man's genitals on their own. Most of the self defense training were on dummies. Certainly, the Dunphy girls enjoyed their time torturing Luke's penis and testicles. But that was the last set of genitals they saw up close.
Haley and Alex still wore the leather bracelets made of Luke's foreskin on their left wrists. It has remained supple like soft cashmere.
Haley wants to collect more leather bracelets, as do Shiela and Tracy. Abby has not mentioned what she wanted.
Each member of the coven collects trophies. Single and younger members were allowed to get a piece of skin, or flesh, or blood. The elders and married members were allowed to collect larger prizes. Most settled for one testicle from their husbands or partners, but a few, the ones who were victims of violence, usually went for the whole package.
Last week was a milestone. All 7 Australian men brought in the arena lost their fight and had their whole cock and balls sliced, ripped, twisted, or mangled off and collected. It was first for the coven to have everyone unmanned in one night.
Unfortunately for Haley and Alex, it was a school night, so they missed the event.
Claire had the nearly 3-hour event recorded and planned to show it to the girls when they get a break from their schooling.
Alex wouldn't wait and snuck out of her bedroom Thursday night when she knew everyone in the house was asleep. She turned on the computer in the kitchen and plugged in the thumb drive she fished from her mother's purse.
The drive contained 7 files, each was labeled by a man's name. Travis, Sam, Thien, Jon, Brenton, Matt, Jasper.
Alex clicked on Brenton, a name she recognized.
The movie loaded. It was 35 minutes long. She muted the volume. The dark screen was replaced by a familiar scene. It was in the middle of the W.L.A. arena. Bright lights flooded the center of the space. A few seconds passed, two figures entered the ring. One was a muscular female. Alana. She recognized. She was clad in tight fitting leather pants and vest. She had a leather mask. She was pushing a blindfolded, half naked man with cuffed hands behind his back.
The man appeared middle-aged, probably in his late 30s or early 40s. Alex paused the video and focused on his crotch. He was wearing a tight white brief underwear that outlined his balls and shaft. She made up her own guessing game. Can she tell the size of a man's erect penis just by looking at his crotch? She guessed 7 inches.
Being young and inexperienced, Haley has seen less than a dozen live nude men. She was almost always off by an inch or so.
The elder women have started to laugh and get amused by her interest in men's sizes. She would talk to the men's partners and ask them intimate questions about their length and girth.
Claire assumed this was her daughter's hormones driving her sexual thoughts and womanhood.
Haley certainly is the more randy. She constantly thought of naked boys and men. She enjoyed thoughts of regular intimate sex as well as cock and ball punishment.
Alex, in truth, was much different. She felt pleasure looking at the male form. But it was less sexual and more predatory.
She pressed play. She saw Alana rip off the man's blindfold.
"It's Mister White!" she whispered.
The man lived 3 houses down the street.
Brenton White is 35 years old. He is married to Olivia. They have young twin daughters, Chloe and Amelia, who are 8 years old.
Men were brought to the compound for discipline and punishment. Their transgressions were discussed among elders and they ultimately decide what fate each man should get. This stage of deliberation is considered the most important step in the W.L.A.'s process. The group spends a lot of time in decision making and planning.
Alex could care less. She considers herself way above deliberations and judgements. She is a huntress. The need is strongest.
She is always on the prowl. She has not laid claim to a victim yet, but constantly have games in her head how she would subdue her prey and collect her trophy.
Yesterday, she focused on Mr Lee's decent-looking bulge. He was their school bus driver who always wore tight fitting shorts. She imagined it would be 6 inches as she climbed onto the bus. He was a good-looking man, in his 20s, polite and always had a smile for the students. He's Chinese, she thought, perhaps he is smaller? 5 inches?
She imagined using a leather belt, going behind him, and strangling him until he passed out. She always imagined rendering men helpless but not killing them. Not yet. She decided it would be more powerful to see men beg, cry, wince, or scream. The trophy collection varied in her head. Should she use a knife? A piano wire? A scalpel? Shears?
Mr Wilson, her Maths teacher, wore brown slacks yesterday. He was older. She heard he was retiring after this school year. He also wore a button down shirt that showed a still decent muscular chest and arms. He was a rugby player in his youth. He was over 6 feet tall and towered over the young students. He was handsome and appeared elegant with his silver hair and deep blue eyes.
Alex constantly stared at the lower half of his body. He wore trousers that hugged enough of his well-formed buttocks and thick thighs. She considered this as a potential problem. He would be strong and difficult to put down.
His front sported a modest bulge. This did not fool her. She knew he was large. She once saw him at Goodlife gym wearing Spandex shorts that showed off his cock and balls proportionate to his size.
She will drug him. Make him weak. Beat him with a bat. Perhaps tie him down. She imagined collecting him from the waist down. She is really impressed by his muscular buttocks and legs and would find a way to stuff him, cock and balls still attached to his pelvis.
This was Alex's day and night. Every man is a potential prey.
She turned up the volume because she wanted to hear the fight. But before anything started she heard her mom yell.
"Alexandra Dunphy, you better not be watching what I think you are watching. Go to sleep or I won't take you to W.L.A. ever!" her mom said.
Alex felt genuine fear and quickly shut off the computer, pulled out the thumb drive, and returned this to her mom's purse.
She climbed back to her bed and forced herself to sleep.
All three looked barely 14 years old, all small for their age, the tallest only 5'3". They are part of a local coven of young adults and teenaged girls who are in different stages of their training. Although all 5 of them have spent weeks of lessons, none of them are full-fledged and are considered novices until they get their chance to subdue an adult male in combat.
***
Shiela just turned 18 two weeks ago. She is half-Filipino. Her white father, Steve, already had his day in the women's arena a few years ago but she missed the event. Her mother, Eva, handily beat him to a pulp using arnis sticks. She wasn't there but she was able to see everything on DVD. He was tied upside down and spread-eagled, like most of the men after each fight. She watched her mother slice her father's nutsack with a scalpel. It was bloody and messy. He screamed like a gutted pig and violently pulled on his shackles and bucked his hips, attempting to dislodge his attacker. One swift kick to the side of his head from her mother silenced him and made him unconscious.
Her father's balls were as large as a grapefruit. She had seen them several times, they were usually averaged-size, compared to ones she has seen in the internet, but the beating he received caused them to swell and discolor.
A camera attached to ceiling documented the best view of what happened next. Her mother had both hands holding on to the sliced scrotum and started to rip the wound wide open. She tugged and tugged until she was satisfied she had enough working space for her task. A globe of black red congealed blood was revealed. She use both hands to break apart the hematoma, feeling for the testicular contents in it. Pieces of jelly and tissue plopped down onto his open mouth and eyes. His orbs came into view after a few minutes of manipulation. She cleared as much of the blood as she can.
Visible for the camera and to the audience are his pale pink testicles. She pulled on each orb gently, each the size of a small chicken egg, and identified their connecting tissues. She stretched each organ from out of his sac to the limits of their cord. She gave each a gentle squeeze. The right ball is misshapen. There was a split in the capsule holding this ball. She released his exposed balls. They hung like ornaments from his wrecked sac down to his belly button.
Shiela found it amusing as the cords of each orb started to recoil, pulling the balls up towards his sac.
Her mother chose her trophy.
The audience had a collective gasp as Eva grabbed on to his right ball and pulled it away from his body. He was still unconscious but he emitted a low groan in response to this deep pain. The cord stretched a whole foot until it can withstand the pressure no longer. His right testicle was now completely detached. Eva raised her arm for everyone to see this round flesh on her open palm.
There was a booming applause from the audience. Then the video turned to black.
Her father only lost one ball that day. His torn sac was repaired. His left ball is apparently reserved for her when she turns 21 AND if she is able to beat her father in the ring.
Her father has become more subservient. He still works as a city councillor, a token male in a local government ruled by women.
***
Tracy, 14, and Abby, 16, are sisters. Their mother, Sarah, has introduced them to the organization, but is still hesitant to have them fight in the ring because of their diminutive size. Abby was 5'1" and Tracy was barely 5'.
Their father, Casey, left them when they were very young. At least that's what their mother told them. He was apparently very violent and abusive. He was big man, muscular and strong, and played in a rugby league.
But Abby suspects she knows the truth.
Abby remembers the weekend he supposedly left. The whole family went on a camping trip at the Yarra. Abby was 7 years old then and had a fair recollection of some of the events that weekend. Tracy had none.
She remembers going deep into the bush. Her father pitched two tents about 15 feet apart, separated by the beginnings of a bonfire. She remembers her mother plying alcohol to her father.
As the day progressed, her father became more drunk. And more verbally abusive until he crawled into the tent and started snoring.
Her mother gathered them into the other tent and instructed them not to get out no matter what they heard. After a long time, she heard noises outside. Tracy fell asleep. Abby lay on her belly and quietly unzipped the opening of tent, just wide enough so she can see.
There was another woman, she was big, like a sumo wrestler, and tall. She and her mother were having a hushed and tense conversation.
It was in the mid afternoon. The bright sun dappled through the leaves. Abby saw the big lady enter the tent where her father slept. There were slapping noises. She thought she heard her father yell. More slapping noises, sounds of tearing fabric, then silence. He mother just stood outside the tent, occasionally looking back at her daughters' tent. She did not know Abby was watching.
The sumo lady emerged from her father's tent. Her hair was disheveled and she was breathing hard. She gave some instructions to her mother who then ran in the direction of their parked car.
The lady then went on her knees and entered the tent halfway. She could hear her grunt heavily as she slowly emerged backwards from the tent. She was pulling on something heavy. Abby could only see her large behind.
The big lady started to get up from her kneeling position, her back still towards Abby. She slowly stood up to her full height and turned.
She gasped at the sight. She had her father in her arms in what she now knows is a full nelson hold, thanks to her wrestling lessons. Her father was about 6' tall. The sumo lady was probably half a foot taller and two bodies wider.
Her father was barely awake but continued to struggle. She could clearly see the punishment the big lady must have given him in the tent. She couldn't believe that her strong and muscular father could be overwhelmed by a plump woman. She stretched up to her full height, lifting her father's feet off the ground.
There was a bloody patch of scalp when there used to be hair just above his right ear. His right eye appeared swollen shut. He had bloody drool dripping off on one side of his mouth. His left ear appeared either torn or mangled.
His shirt is torn in the front, exposing welts scratches on visible skin.
Abby slowly scanned down. His torn shirt flapped in the breeze. She saw her fathers muscular chest have been scratched bloody. His left nipple was bleeding. She followed the red blood forming a distinct line down the middle of his muscular belly. His dark treasure trail of belly hair appeared matted with blood.
She scanned further down and followed where his belly hair entered the top of his camo hiking shorts. She noticed the front belt loops were torn. His father's leather belt, completely undone, hung loosely, to one side. The top button of his shorts was gone. The front of his shorts revealed a large bulge. Although she has never seen her father naked, she has seen him in his Speedos. She remembers her father sporting a fat penis and large balls in them.
His shorts was wet, not blood, but she thought may have been urine. The inseam of the left leg was torn from hem to somewhere higher.
He started flexing his muscular thighs and kick out in an attempt to dislodge his captor's hold.
Abby saw her father's genitals for the first time then. The tear in his shorts extended up to the fly. He wasn't wearing underwear. His testicles plopped out of the torn leg of his short and bounced like balls in a bag with his every movement.
The big lady groaned and applied more pressure. Abby saw her father's neck bend forward, his chin now touching his chest. He swayed his hip from side-to-side in protest. His shorts slowly travelled down his flailing legs, down to the ground, finally revealing to Abby, her father's cock in all its glory.
His penis was long and pink, uncircumcised, and flapped from side to side. His balls hung low but she noticed them rolling up, the skin getting tighter, as if his body wants to hide its contents.
He was getting tired but so was she. In one desperate attempt, he kicked his left heel backwards hitting her squarely at her shin. She yelled in pain and involuntarily relaxed her hold. He took advantage of this. He raised both his arms and wriggled himself free.
Both of then fell on their buttocks. Surprisingly, the big lady was up on her legs like a cat within seconds. Her father, still hurting and dazed, tried to crawl away from his attacker towards her tent.
He was on all fours. His eyes made contact with Abby's eyes. He knew she was watching.
"Abby, help me!" her father yelped. He was able to crawl to just about two feet from where she lay.
And for a strange reason, she was frozen. She felt no urgency to help. She was almost happy just watching. And she did. She unzipped the front of her tent all the way up to see everything.
The big lady was already standing behind her father. He was on his elbows and knees. She looked at Abby. Without saying a word, she understood that she was in a class. She is being taught an important lesson.
The big lady knew to pick the softest targets. She knelt on one knee and grabbed her father's dangling testicles from behind with both hands and pulled them back and up. Her father screamed in agony and tried to clamp his muscular thighs.
But the big lady was ready. She increased the pressure in her grip and pulled up, stretching his ballsack back and upwards between his muscular ass cheeks.
Her father was being lifted by the balls. His legs were now splayed open, bent at both knees. His buttocks are up in the air. Abby wanted to see more so she stepped outside the tent and walked to side. She wanted a full view of her father's cock as it was being punished.
The big lady, with her father's balls still in her grip, started to stand up.
"Aiee! Aiee! Aiee!" he yelled, continuously.
She has never heard her father in that octave before. He sounded like a yipping dog.
She was now completely up. Each hand contained one testicle under her murderous grip. Abby saw skin ooze out from between her fingers. His scrotum stretched and its pink color became red where it connected to his body. His penis pointed upwards, towards his feet, being dragged by his stretching balls. His legs were bent at the knees and made useless kicks every few seconds. He was still on his elbows. His head swung left and right as he cried and protested.
She was amused and giggled a bit. Her father's position reminded her of an upside down frog. He was completely helpless.
The big lady knew what was in Abby's mind.
"Go ahead," she said.
Abby stepped closer, next to the big lady, and reached out with both hands. It was her first penis. She held it first by the foreskin, almost afraid it may bite. She felt the head underneath. She then grabbed on the entire length of the shaft with both hands and squeezed. She thought it felt spongy. She continued to squeeze his penis and an amazing thing happened. It elongated and became harder. The hood also started to retract. This fascinated her. She used her right hand, keeping her left gripping him midshaft, and pulled his foreskin down. It slid down revealing a large head, like a mushroom, pink and moist. She pulled until the head revealed a groove, like neck encircling the head. She grabbed him again with both hands. He was long and fat. Her hands could not enclose his entire length or girth. He was now fully erect. It was at least 20 cm, she remembers.
Sticky liquid started to leak from his pee hole. Abby now knows this was a natural thing, but she also knows that her father was injured as blood-streaked goo dripped from the tip.
His protests became louder. His kicks became stronger and connected. Abby was hit by her father's knee on her head. She dropped to the ground. She sat there shocked and dazed.
The big lady was angered. She released him. He dropped to the ground and immediately clutched his groin. His body went into a fetal position, on his back with the knees folded onto his chest.
Abby saw the big lady kneel next to her dad's head. She pummeled him in the face with her fat fists.
Her father raised his arms to protect his face. He straightened both legs attempting to get up.
She stood up and stepped above him. She made a short jump then landed her full weight on his chest. Her buttocks were huge.They spread from his chest and covered his mouth and nose, almost suffocating him. She tucked his flailing arms to his sides, trapping them with her huge thighs. She was facing his crotch.
He tried to wriggle free to no avail. She grabbed his left ankle and pulled it closer. His leg was being stretched to its limit. She tucked his ankle under her left armpit.
Abby, still dazed, remembers her father's obscene position. She sat a few feet away from her father, where she landed, between his legs. She has a perfect view of his genitals. He was splayed open. His balls and penis dangled between the V of his spread-eagled legs.
The big girl knew what she was doing. She reached down with her right hand and cupped his balls as if confirming her target. She formed a fist with her right hand then hammered down. Her fist connected to the center of his scrotum.
Abby heard the now familiar slapping sound. He had a muffled scream.
The big girl again raised her fist and hammered down. This time she picked his right ball. He screamed in agony.
She changed tactics. She grabbed his penis near the base and twisted. It was semi erect. She pulled his penis up as she continued to twist.
He was delirious in pain.
His penis engorged to its full length, not because of lust, but because of injury. It jutted nearly 90 degrees upwards, pointing to the dappled leaves.
She again changed tactic. She tugged on his scrotum to isolate his right ball. Once she had his right orb, she applied pressure, squeezing it between her thumb and fingers.
His hips bucked. He screamed under her fat buttocks.
She new that men's testicles are tough and difficult to break, but she's an expert. His testicle was changing hue from pink to purple.
Abby was seeing everything, but she was starting to get dizzy. She remembers the beating of her father's genitals. But what she found amazing was the size of his erection during the beating. His penis stood, like a purple branch. Its head was large and knob-like. Bloody cream oozed from the pee hole.
The big lady switched her style, but stayed on his right ball. She punched it head on. This time the sound became low thuds. She would pause to feel the contents of his right sack. She was annoyed that it felt intact.
"Stop!" Abby weakly said.
"We do not stop, " the big lady answered.
With this, the big lady grabbed his hard penis and pulled. This lifted his hip up. His right leg folded. She released her hold on his penis and quickly tucked his right ankle under her right armpit.
He is fully spladled. His genitals were right where she wanted them.
With her right hand, she held onto his erect penis by its neck, just under the bulbous head. She pulled it up and away, pointing towards his rectum.
"Abby!" the big lady knew her name. "We only stop when men stop. And they stop when they're broken."
With his erect penis folded towards his buttocks in her right had, she started to twisting motion, like opening a bottle cap.
"All men have been cursed by nature to have one weakness. And this is our blessing. Learn their weakness and never be afraid," she said.
With that, she made a fist with her left hand and aimed. She punched him directly at the base of his erect penis. The shaft resisted. She kept at it. Twisting the penis with her right hand, she punched him full force, again and again at the base of his penis. He was in an out of consciousness.
"It is when they're strongest when they can be easily broken."
27 hits was her record. She wanted to break it. She was up to 24. This time she switched fists. Her left hand gripped his knob and pulled his penis pointing towards the sky. She clenched her right fist and aimed for the point where the penis connected to the body.
"25!" she yelled.
Abby thought she heard something break, something like when knuckles pop.
The big lady released his penis and inspected her work. It became floppy. It fractured right at its root. Immediately, the base of the penis swelled up with blood underneath the skin. She squeezed his penis like a toothpaste tube. Blood squirted in pulses from his pee hole. She released his legs. They landed on the ground like limp noodles. His penis still stood straight up, propped by an expanding cuff of blood around his shaft.
Her job was done. She stood up and looked behind her. He was not moving and may have choked under her fat ass.
Abby was in shock and was frozen. The big sumo lady lifted and carried her into her tent. Tracy was still asleep. She lay next to her and shut her eyes. She heard the lady zip the tent shut. She heard her grunting as she dragged his father's body. She actually heard her father cry out. He was still alive, after all.
She then fell asleep.
The next day, her mother was making breakfast. Tracy was already awake and inspecting flowers nearby.
"Where's dad," she asked.
"Don't worry about him. He went away. It'll be better now, just us girls," her mom answered.
From a distance she saw someone familiar. It was the sumo lady. She was with a group of other women.
"Mom, who's that?" she asked.
"They're just hikers," she replied, "We don't know them."
"Alright, young ladies, time for breakfast!" her mom was frying up something that smells nice, "we have eggs and breakfast sausage."
The girls found their seats around a folding table. Their mother walked over with a plate full of meat.
She set it on the center of the table. There were eggs, potatoes, tomatoes. But next to these was a well-cooked sausage, a kind she has not seen before. And there were two oval-shaped meat the size of large tomatoes, also browned evenly.
"Mom?" she asked.
"These are organic sausage and dumplings. I am sure you will like them," she replied.
Her mother used her fork and stabbed the sausage on one end, in a groove-like neck connecting a mushroom-shaped tip.
Abby thought it looked familiar. It's about 20 cm long.
"Mom, can I have that end?" she pointed at the knob.
Her mother slowly sliced the sausage on its neck. Once the whole head was free, Abby grabbed it with her fingers and closely inspected it. It was large, like a small apple. There were tubes on one side and a slit on the other. She bit on it. It was chewy. She spit it on her plate.
"Is everything ok?" her mom asked.
"Yes, it's too big." she replied.
With that, her mom sliced the knobbed end into small pieces with her sharp knife.
"You'll find the dumplings tender." her mom said, "I hammered them with a mallet."
Tracy and Abby each had one. Abby took a bite off of it. It was gristly and had a salty musty flavor. But she quickly found it tasty. She devoured the now sliced up sausage. Her mother and sister shared the rest.
"Mom, what happened to dad," she asked that night, while they lay under the stars.
"That will be a story for another day," her mom replied.
"Did you like breakfast today," she asked.
Abby nodded.
"Good, I think this will be a part of our diet now." her mom said.
Indeed. The girls had the this type of sausage and dumplings every year, during birthdays and Easter.
***
Each of the three girls came responding to Haley's text. It was a call for help. They did not know what to expect when they walked in.
It was certainly an unexpected sight. Haley was at the top of the flight of steps, her eyes fixed at a figure laying at the bottom of the stairs. There was a grown man unmoving. His head and shoulders rested on the living room floor while the rest of his body laid on the steps. His right arm was above his head. His left lay between his legs. His legs were spread apart.
The visitors initially thought a burglar or a rapist broke into the Dunphy's home.
The man hung on the stairs, the lower half of his body rested on the higher steps, elevated above his head. He was half naked, wearing blue boxer shorts, a tear visible on the waist band. His bulge appeared large but it was slightly covered by his left hand. He was muscular, lean, and hairy in parts. His chest was covered in soft brownish hair. His belly had a line of dark fuzz from his belly to the area underneath his shorts. He was heaving his breaths. He appeared unconscious but in pain.
They focused on his face. It was Mr. Dunphy! All three stood stunned and did not know how to proceed.
"What happened?" Tracy asked.
Shiela found the light switch. Bright fluorescent lights illuminated the room.
Mr Dunphy had his eyes closed. A small river of blood started to run from his left temple where skin was torn.
The bright light revealed his muscular figure that terrified the three neighbors, but also excited them.
"We killed him!" Haley was shaking.
They saw Alex sit on the step between his spread-eagled legs.
"He's not dead," Alex replied as she reached down with her left hand.
The others stood transfixed.
Alex grabbed the right leg of her father's shorts and hiked it up violently towards his belly. She tugged on it this way and that, trying to free her father's genitals from his underpants. She noticed a tear on the fabric seam cupping the groin, possibly made earlier when she grabbed her father's balls as he was falling. She ripped at his shorts. A tearing sound released his package. His low hanging testicles plopped out and came into view.
The visitors moved closer and gathered around his head wanting to have a better look. Haley took a few steps down to look over her sister's shoulder.
Phil's balls were larger up close, Alex thought. They look like large chicken eggs, ovoid in shape, slightly rolling inside his pink scrotal sack. His penis still lay hidden like a sausage underneath the stretchy fabric.
Alex continued to tug on her father's shorts, this time using both hands, grabbing on each side of the tear on the waist band.
Phil, in his semiconscious state, sensed his nakedness. His left hand instinctively cupped his balls and penis under cover of the now torn underwear.
"Grab his arm!" Alex barked an order.
The three visitors were startled by her command. Alex was the youngest of the group but she was the most determined.
Shiela grabbed his left wrist while Tracy pulled on his left arm.
Phil offered minimal resistance. He was weakened by the toxin running in his blood.
"Keep his arms away from his cock," Alex said.
Shiela and Tracy pulled Phil's left arm above his head and onto the living room floor. Although they didn't need to as Phil is too weak to resist, Tracy stepped on his left bicep while Abby stepped on his right, pinning his arms to the floor.
His crotch came into view. His shorts were barely covering his manhood. The girls had their eyes transfixed. Haley felt moisture between her legs.
Alex was equally interested with her father's genitals, but she had another task in mind.
The right leg of his shorts was completely torn. The tip of his penis was visible as it poked from one of the holes she made. His testicles hung loosely between his legs.
She grabbed the intact left leg of her father's shorts and pulled it towards his feet. His shorts, already torn in half, came off freely.
The three visitors gave a collective gasp when Phil's cock and balls came into view.
His penis lay on his lower belly, pointing towards his navel. It was long, uncircumcised, cylindrical, fat, and pink. His round testicles lay like large eggs in a nest of dark pubic hair just below his shaft.
"Are you sure Dad's still alive?" Haley asked.
Alex annoyingly looked backed at her.
"Here, watch!" Alex replied.
The girls held their breaths in anticipation as they saw Alex reach down to grab his genitals.
***
Although they have had several weeks of lessons, including watching live demonstrations and fights, none of the girls have really explored a man's genitals on their own. Most of the self defense training were on dummies. Certainly, the Dunphy girls enjoyed their time torturing Luke's penis and testicles. But that was the last set of genitals they saw up close.
Haley and Alex still wore the leather bracelets made of Luke's foreskin on their left wrists. It has remained supple like soft cashmere.
Haley wants to collect more leather bracelets, as do Shiela and Tracy. Abby has not mentioned what she wanted.
Each member of the coven collects trophies. Single and younger members were allowed to get a piece of skin, or flesh, or blood. The elders and married members were allowed to collect larger prizes. Most settled for one testicle from their husbands or partners, but a few, the ones who were victims of violence, usually went for the whole package.
Last week was a milestone. All 7 Australian men brought in the arena lost their fight and had their whole cock and balls sliced, ripped, twisted, or mangled off and collected. It was first for the coven to have everyone unmanned in one night.
Unfortunately for Haley and Alex, it was a school night, so they missed the event.
Claire had the nearly 3-hour event recorded and planned to show it to the girls when they get a break from their schooling.
Alex wouldn't wait and snuck out of her bedroom Thursday night when she knew everyone in the house was asleep. She turned on the computer in the kitchen and plugged in the thumb drive she fished from her mother's purse.
The drive contained 7 files, each was labeled by a man's name. Travis, Sam, Thien, Jon, Brenton, Matt, Jasper.
Alex clicked on Brenton, a name she recognized.
The movie loaded. It was 35 minutes long. She muted the volume. The dark screen was replaced by a familiar scene. It was in the middle of the W.L.A. arena. Bright lights flooded the center of the space. A few seconds passed, two figures entered the ring. One was a muscular female. Alana. She recognized. She was clad in tight fitting leather pants and vest. She had a leather mask. She was pushing a blindfolded, half naked man with cuffed hands behind his back.
The man appeared middle-aged, probably in his late 30s or early 40s. Alex paused the video and focused on his crotch. He was wearing a tight white brief underwear that outlined his balls and shaft. She made up her own guessing game. Can she tell the size of a man's erect penis just by looking at his crotch? She guessed 7 inches.
Being young and inexperienced, Haley has seen less than a dozen live nude men. She was almost always off by an inch or so.
The elder women have started to laugh and get amused by her interest in men's sizes. She would talk to the men's partners and ask them intimate questions about their length and girth.
Claire assumed this was her daughter's hormones driving her sexual thoughts and womanhood.
Haley certainly is the more randy. She constantly thought of naked boys and men. She enjoyed thoughts of regular intimate sex as well as cock and ball punishment.
Alex, in truth, was much different. She felt pleasure looking at the male form. But it was less sexual and more predatory.
She pressed play. She saw Alana rip off the man's blindfold.
"It's Mister White!" she whispered.
The man lived 3 houses down the street.
Brenton White is 35 years old. He is married to Olivia. They have young twin daughters, Chloe and Amelia, who are 8 years old.
Men were brought to the compound for discipline and punishment. Their transgressions were discussed among elders and they ultimately decide what fate each man should get. This stage of deliberation is considered the most important step in the W.L.A.'s process. The group spends a lot of time in decision making and planning.
Alex could care less. She considers herself way above deliberations and judgements. She is a huntress. The need is strongest.
She is always on the prowl. She has not laid claim to a victim yet, but constantly have games in her head how she would subdue her prey and collect her trophy.
Yesterday, she focused on Mr Lee's decent-looking bulge. He was their school bus driver who always wore tight fitting shorts. She imagined it would be 6 inches as she climbed onto the bus. He was a good-looking man, in his 20s, polite and always had a smile for the students. He's Chinese, she thought, perhaps he is smaller? 5 inches?
She imagined using a leather belt, going behind him, and strangling him until he passed out. She always imagined rendering men helpless but not killing them. Not yet. She decided it would be more powerful to see men beg, cry, wince, or scream. The trophy collection varied in her head. Should she use a knife? A piano wire? A scalpel? Shears?
Mr Wilson, her Maths teacher, wore brown slacks yesterday. He was older. She heard he was retiring after this school year. He also wore a button down shirt that showed a still decent muscular chest and arms. He was a rugby player in his youth. He was over 6 feet tall and towered over the young students. He was handsome and appeared elegant with his silver hair and deep blue eyes.
Alex constantly stared at the lower half of his body. He wore trousers that hugged enough of his well-formed buttocks and thick thighs. She considered this as a potential problem. He would be strong and difficult to put down.
His front sported a modest bulge. This did not fool her. She knew he was large. She once saw him at Goodlife gym wearing Spandex shorts that showed off his cock and balls proportionate to his size.
She will drug him. Make him weak. Beat him with a bat. Perhaps tie him down. She imagined collecting him from the waist down. She is really impressed by his muscular buttocks and legs and would find a way to stuff him, cock and balls still attached to his pelvis.
This was Alex's day and night. Every man is a potential prey.
She turned up the volume because she wanted to hear the fight. But before anything started she heard her mom yell.
"Alexandra Dunphy, you better not be watching what I think you are watching. Go to sleep or I won't take you to W.L.A. ever!" her mom said.
Alex felt genuine fear and quickly shut off the computer, pulled out the thumb drive, and returned this to her mom's purse.
She climbed back to her bed and forced herself to sleep.
***
The girls watched in awe.
"I'll wake him up," Alex said.
Her hands had a slight tremble as they reached down towards her father's groin. She grabbed onto his balls, taking one in each hand. She was fascinated by how they felt. The scrotal skin was soft and supple like a velvet covered in dark hair. The contents were oval like eggs. She squeezed gently. The balls felt dense. They felt smooth and glided under his scrotal skin.
She held his testicles more firmly, pulling them away from his groin towards her chest. His sack stretched. Her efforts gathered his scrotal contents at the bottom of his bag, ballooning out from her encircling fists. Phil's balls ballooned out as she tugged on the base of his scrotum.
(To be continued..)
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