Alex had her father's testicles in her hands. She slowly applied pressure, squeezing the slippery orbs inside his scrotum.
Phil, barely conscious, felt an increasing pain that travelled from his groin up to his belly. He emitted a low continuous groan and attempted to protect his genitals with his hands. The girls had them pinned as he struggled.
Alex continued her assault. She had Phil's ball sack stretched almost to his knees. This time she pulled on her father's scrotum side to side. His penis flailed like a rubber hose from one side to the other.
Phil gurgled and sounded to choke. He was coming to and opened his eyes to a horrific sight. He saw his daughter, Alex, pulling on his balls. Haley stood to one side, wide-eyed. He couldn't move his arms because a girl was each standing on his outstretched arms.
The pain in his groin was unbearable. It felt as if his insides were being pulled out through his sack.
"STOOOP!" He had a curdled yell.
The neighbor girls simultaneously screamed in shock and jumped off Phil's arms. They both ran out through the back door.
Haley, startled by her father's response, bolted away from the scene and ran to the front door.
Alex remained strangely calm. She still had her father by the balls. But her confidence was quickly shattered as her father's muscular hands grabbed her by the wrists.
The pressure was unbearable. She thought her arms would break like twigs from her fathers grasp. She let go off his balls and attempted to pull away.
Phil, even in his awkward position, was able to shimmy his buttocks down to the living room floor, and twist himself up onto a kneeling position, all the while having his daughters skinny wrists in his vice like grip.
Alex was now truly fearful. Her father had fiery glazed eyes staring at her. He was snarling. Drool dripped from his mouth.
Phil got up slowly on his feet. He lifted Alex by her wrists straight up in the air. She dangled helplessly and tried to wriggle herself free. He was too powerful and too big.
Alex eyed her father's dangling genitals. His penis swung between his legs. His balls, now completely retracted from pain, bulged like tight pouches the size of tomatoes.
Alex kicked forward, aiming for her father's balls. But Phil was ready. He twisted his hips side ways and raised his right thigh. The only part she hit was the side of his muscular thigh.
She tried again, but before she can connect, Phil swung her like a rag doll and threw her over the kitchen counter.
She landed on the kitchen floor. Her buttocks sent electrical shocks up and down her spine. She sat there, stunned, and waited for further punishment.
Minutes passed. She slowly got up and saw the house was empty.
She limped towards the front door. When she was at the foot of the stairs, she saw a figure at the top. It was her father. He was already clothed in a tight white shirt and loose gym shorts. His eyes were still red with anger.
"You fucking little pig," he muttered. "I'm going to kill you!"
She couldn't beat him. All her bravado and knowledge of men's supposed weaknesses proved useless. She was simply too small and too weak.
She ran through the door between their kitchen and garage.
Phil quickly followed his daughter. He swung the door open to the bright headlights of what appeared to be his wife's car.
He stood there for a minute.
He saw several figures in front of the car's long beams. His eyes focused. His wife and two daughters were in the middle of a pack of at least a dozen women and girls.
"What the fuck is the meaning this?" he yelled. He leaned forwards but before he could make a step a red laser beam appeared from a weapon drawn by a shadowy figure.
"One more step and I put a bullet through your balls then through your head," it was a woman wearing a police uniform.
He looked down and saw what she was aiming for.
"Whoa!" he raised in arms and stepped back.
"Stay where you are," he heard his wife yell. He froze. The laser was still aimed at his groin.
Several women and girls entered the garage. There were at least a dozen of them. Five were young girls, including her two daughters. The rest were older. He recognized some of the women were his neighbors.
Behind him he heard the door shut and locked from within. There were footsteps behind him. Someone pressed a button and the garage door slid shut.
It was a two-car garage lit by a slip of fluorescent light. There were shelves on one side with various tools and implements lying on top. On a ceiling beam hung a sturdy rack with a set of pulleys and rope to haul heavy storage out of the way.
"Please tell me what's going on..." Phil muttered.
"You are not allowed to speak!" a voice barked behind him.
Phil was about to turn his head towards him when his eyes exploded with bright stars. He fell to the ground on his knees. He soon realized he was punched in the face.
...........
The elder women were there, summoned by a flurry of texts and messages from Haley and her friends. A plan was quickly made.
The elders decided that Haley was ready for her first challenge. She protested. She was truly afraid of her father's strength.
A debate started between Haley, her mother, and the other women. It went on for a few minutes.
Phil looked up and around. He was surrounded. He was dazed and confused. Was he still drunk? Was he drugged?
He heard conversations that did not make sense. It was about rules of a fight.
"I claim him!" Alex yelled. The garage went silent.
"You are not ready. I will do it," Claire exclaimed.
"Your daughter should claim him. This is essential for her training," the oldest woman answered.
"I am ready," Alex stared at her father who looked less confused. A bright red laser dot was still aimed at his crotch.
"What makes you so confident," Haley asked her sister.
"I know every man and his weakness. I have proven this tonight. I was able to grab dad by his balls and made him feel pain," Alex continued. "I will beat him in a fight, I wont even have to hit him in his balls!"
Everyone was impressed by her response.
"Be that as it may, this session serves to build your spirit and teach the young ones," the gray-haired lady said.
She then turned to the still confused Phil, "I bestow you 10 minutes of a fight free of any form of genital punishment. Should you win, you may leave freely."
"Old hag, I don't intend to lose to a my little pig daughter," Phil answered.
The women stepped away, leaving Phil and Alex in the center of the garage.
"Begin!" someone yelled.
Phil stood up in all his glory. He was more than a foot taller than his daughter whose head barely reached his chest. He inhaled and filled his muscular chest with air. His pectoral muscles were clearly defined under his tight shirt. His biceps were mounds when he flexed. His flat and muscular stomach still had a dull ache, a reminder of his still sore balls. He was wearing loose shorts. He was barefoot.
"Alex, you have to listen to daddy. I wouldn't hurt you if you listen to me. Stop this now and tell these women who the boss is in this family," he said.
Alex ignored most of her dad's words. She was busy scanning the room for items and scanning her father for weaknesses. Her father was a mountain of muscle. She is regretting her decision to show off. His penis and balls were large and visibly flopping in his shorts. They were inviting targets.
"Dad...I'm sorry. This wasn't my idea. Please forgive me," Alex was almost in tears.
Phil felt a twinge of paternal instinct. His daughter was brainwashed by his pig wife.
Alex raised her arms. Phil lowered his defenses and walked towards his daughter, stooping down to pick her up in an embrace.
When Alex was close enough to her, she reared her arms and quickly sliced her hands towards Phil. She violently poked Phil on each eye with her outstretched fingers.
Phil screamed in pain. He covered his eyes with both hands. He was blind with bright sparks and tears.
"You fucking bitch," he screamed.
Meanwhile, Alex was already on the move. Phil stood blind in the middle of the garage. She walked around about 6 feet behind him and had a running start. When she was close enough she jumped into the air and with her right leg straight up and out, she aimed for the back of her father's neck. Her rubber-soled heel hit its mark.
Phil felt a jolt run from his neck down to his tail bone. His body instantly turned limp. He fell on his knees hard on the concrete with a bone-crunching thud. Still blind from the first attack, he stretched his arms out to hold onto something for balance.
The crowd of women gasped. Claire was so proud of her daughter's tactics.
"9 minutes," the oldest female announce the remaining time.
Phil, blinded with tears and pain, on his aching knees, swung his fists around hoping to make contact with his attacker.
Alex knew to stay as far away from her strong father. She knew she would have little chance of winning if her father grabs her. She is biding her time, waiting for her chance to put him down, the way she preferred it.
She walked and positioned herself directly behind him. He was still on his knees. he was strangely mute, but breathing hard. They were now the same height. She stepped between his feet, raised both of her arms above her head, and clasped her hands together. She jumped a few feet straight up, then hammered her fists down, aiming for the same spot on her father's spine.
The ladies heard a soft crack. Phil teetered for a few seconds. His arms fell on his sides. He then collapsed face down, straight onto the cold concrete.
Phil was semiconscious. His face, nose, and lips were right smack on the floor. He let out a gurgling cough that splattered blood on the floor, around his face. His body started convulsing. His arms and legs flapped around like fish out of water.
Alex was shocked seeing how this big man could be beaten easily. She was also worried that she may have killed him. That was not part of her plan. She wanted, more than anything, to harvest a live specimen.
The garage was silent except for Phil's croaking sounds and heavy breathing.
"5 minutes..."
The announcement snapped everyone from their stunned silence. Even Phil started to come to and mumbled..."Wha fckk hppns?' he slurred.
He felt his arms and legs come back to life. He pushed himself up to his elbows and knees. He saw blood and teeth on the ground. He felt around his mouth with his tongue to discover he lost some. His lips felt fat. His whole face was heavy and throbbing. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth. He raised his head and looked around, His eyes were blurry but he recognized his daughter's form standing a few feet away.
Alex was instantly intimidated. Her father was now slowly rising on his feet. His face was battered. Blood soaked his tight white shirt. But she saw that his strength was returning.
In the middle of this pack of women, he stood. His muscly arms were now flexed up in a fighting stance. His feet were planted shoulder wide, keeping himself steady.
"Sunovabitch," he growled at her direction.
"3 minutes..."
Her confidence started to wane. Her strapping father was too strong. And she couldn't hit his genitals. He was bouncing like a boxer, waiting for her to come closer.
Then she realized her father could barely make a step. She scanned down and saw both of his knees were blue and were the size of grapefruit.
"His knees are busted!" she exclaimed silently.
To prove her point she ran a half circle around. He gingerly turned, following her movement, but grimaced when he tried to step towards her.
Phil knew his knees were broken. Every second he is up is excruciating. But he tried to hide his pain.
But Alex already knew. She began to run circles around Phil. Occasionally coming closer to land a punch or a kick, but always quick enough to escape his attacks.
Alex picked her spots. She couldn't target her father's front. She aimed for his kidneys. The small of his back. She landed a few kicks to his calves.
Phil punched around blindly, trying to connect with his daughter. He was now dripping with sweat and blood. His shirt was completely soaked and now pink in color. His loose gym shorts were wet with perspiration between his ass cheeks. They started to sag in the back, the top of his butt crack was now visible.
Phil felt his shirt was now restricting his moves. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and made an effort to pull it off as quickly as he can.
Big mistake. He didn't know the full extent of his injury. He couldn't pull his shirt off completely because his arms couldn't go up any higher than his shoulders without causing shooting pains. His entire head was now enwrapped by his bloody shirt. He bent over forward, backwards, and side-to-side, in his efforts to free himself from his shirt.
"1 minute..."
Alex saw her father struggling. It was comical to see his muscular frame almost dancing. His gym shorts were now down exposing top half of his muscular buttocks. His large bulge in the front was preventing his shorts from completely slipping off. His chest hair was bloody. His dark pubic hair was now visible just above the garter. His long penis was outlined under the thick material. His large balls flopped around whenever he gyrated.
Alex scanned the garage and found what she wanted. She then ran around her father and stood directly behind him.
She then grabbed the legs of his shorts and yanked them down to his ankles.
The crowd made a collective gasp. Most everyone in the coven were curious to see whats underneath Phil's trousers. And they weren't disappointed.
Phil's cock and balls flopped out and swayed heavily in front of the women. He had a long uncircumcised penis, its head was covered by a long foreskin. His balls were the size of small lemons and hung loosely in his scrotum, almost halfway down his knees.
Phil didn't know what happened. He felt a cool breeze on his genitals. He stood straight up, shirt still around his head, his arms still hanging in midair, trapped by the stiff sleeves. He tried to lower his arms to cover his manhood.
"You cannot hit his manhood for time is not up!" the elder reminded.
Alex looked at the old lady and said, "but in 10 seconds, it is mine."
Phil heard this and doubled his effort. He shimmied his arms up back into the shirt sleeves and tried to pull down his shirt from his face. He scurried forwards, one painful step at a time, away from his daughter.
Finally, his shirt was off his face and his arms were free. His blurry eyes started to focus...
"Time!"
Alex stood directly in front of Phil's half naked body. His shorts were still around his ankles. His half-bloodied shirt hung tightly around his muscular chest barely covering his belly. His penis and balls hung like big targets.
Phil screamed "Waiiiiittt!"
Alex was like a lioness onto her prey. This time she reached down with her left hand and grabbed him by the neck of his scrotum and pulled his balls out and away from his body towards her balled right fist. She was able to repeatedly pummel his testicles four, five times, before he felt the pain travel from his crushed genitals to his lower belly and rectum.
Phil howled in pain. She let his balls go. Phil immediately grabbed them with both hands in pain. He bent over in pain and shuffled backwards.
Alex saw her opportunity. She aimed for his swollen nose. Her right fist hit bone. His head flew backwards. Blood splattered. But Phil still held his genitals tight.
Alex punched him in the right eye. He was instantly blind from pain. He continued to shuffle away from his daughter. The shorts around his ankles and the wet floor toppled his big muscular body. He fell backwards on his buttocks and sat there, sobbing. He had both hands on his package.
This irritated Alex. She reared her right leg and kicked up, hitting her father between his eyes.
Phil collapsed. He was already unconscious when the back of his head hit the ground.
The circle of women came closer to his body. Alex stood by his feet.
This big man was brought down by a little teenager. Even when the first ten minutes did not have any genital punishment
Alex surveyed her prey. Her father's face was battered. His right eye was swollen shut and red. His nose bridge was surely broken. Blood clots covered his nostrils. His upper lip was twice its normal size. He was breathing through his open mouth. He has lost two of his upper incisors. His shirt clung tightly around his muscular chest. His hairy belly was heaving in breaths. A treasure trail of hair directed her gaze to her father's large cock that lay limp on his lower belly. His scrotum, which were once loose, now hung tight, closer to his body. The balls within looked like large eggs. His knees were purple. He feet were covered with sweat and blood.
"Congratulations! The woman has vanquished the lesser!" the eldest said proudly.
"You have earned the right to collect your trophy." she continued.
Alex whispered a command to her friend, Shiela. Shiela took off into the house.
"I would request the aide of my close friends towards this," Alex said.
The elders consented.
Shiela came back into the garage with a familiar box.
Alex gathered her three friends and gave out instructions.
Alex walked towards hr father's feet, grabbed his shorts and pulled them completely off. He was now naked from the waist down.
Shiela and Abby each grabbed shears from the tanning box and made easy work of Phil's shirt.
Alex and Tracy then grabbed onto Phil's left ankle and foot, while Shiela and Abby grabbed onto to his right. They pulled his heavy body to the center of the garage. Alex then instructed the girls to spread his arms and legs.
Phil now lay there with his arms and legs splayed wide. Alex walked towards one wall where switches were located and pressed a button. A whirring sound came from above. The girls looked up the garage ceiling and waited for four dangling ropes on a pulley system reach the ground.
When there was enough slack on each rope, each girl grabbed an end of one rope and securely tied Phil by his wrists and ankles.
Alex instructed Abby to press another button. A metallic winch made a purring sound. The ropes started to move sideways, pulling onto each of Phil's extremities, spreading them farther apart. Phil's naked body was now grotesquely splayed. His thighs were pulled apart likely a ballet dancer's split. His cock and balls now hung between his thighs. Alex made his way between his father's thighs and raised her right arm, like a conductor.
When the ropes couldn't stretch any further, a second mechanical hum shifted a gear. The ropes now pulled upwards, slowly lifting Phil's naked body by his arms end legs. His torso and pelvis were heavy and sagged below his outstretched arms and legs. Sounds from crackling bones and ligaments were audible.
"Enough." Alex commanded, waving her right arm to stop the process.
He was in position. Phil was up in the air. Naked. Legs splayed wide. He was raised up to the height of Alex's mid belly. Phil's cock and balls hung directly in front. She stood right between his thighs. Her friends gathered their implements.
Abby walked to a nearby sink and run the tap to fill a bucket halfway with cold water. She walked next to Phil's hanging head and emptied the container onto his face.
Phil regained consciousness with gurgling noises. He half-swallowed and half-choked. He lifted his head and and looked around. He tried to move but realized he was a captive. He looked down towards his legs and saw, in horror, his daughter staring back.
"Aaar, aar, aar!" he mewled like a trapped animal.
Indeed.
Alex, like a young lioness, was hungry and ready for her first kill.
(Final chapter next...)
