She drove there the next day when Phil was out of town and the kids were in school. She met a social worker, Michelle, who was very sympathetic to her. She told her about the abuse she has received and the escalating violence in the house. She left out the part about Luke masturbating over his sister.
The social worker gave her a number for a safe house. She promised to aid her with some financial support. But Claire hesitated. She has two daughters and it will be impossible to raise them on her own. There must be another way, she thought.
The social worker gave her a hotline number. Claire can call the number at anytime and someone will come to pick her and her daughter at anytime.
Claire walked out of her office with deflated confidence. She has never been on her own. She married Phil when they were still in there teens. She has always relied on him for anything that she needed. What she wanted is control.
As she was stepping out of the building, a middle-aged woman approached her.
"Hi, I am Alana. I overheard," she started, "I wish to offer my help."
Claire kept walking to her parked car, but slowed her pace down to listen to the stranger's every word.
"I am part of a more progressive women's support group, I think you will find that our methods are more successful in fixing problematic males in our lives, " Alana spoke in whispers.
She handed Claire a red business card. "W.L.A." the card read on one side. A phone number was printed on the other side.
Call the number. They will give you further instructions.
Claire was given a secret phrase written in block letters on a piece of sticky note.
She smiled weakly, took the card, and dropped it in her purse.
Back at the house, she reconsidered her options. She would try to be more patient and thick skinned. She decided to change her family through kindness and conversation.
A few hours later, she was having dinner with her children. Luke was busy on his iPhone and treated her with contempt, ignoring her and her attempts to converse through dinner. Alex and Haley were pleasant enough to chat with her but were too scared to make eye contact with Luke.
Luke got up after finishing his meal.
"I would appreciate it if you took your plate and rinsed them, " Claire said.
Luke looked up from his iPhone with an annoyed look on his face.
"What did you say?" Luke answered.
"Please take your plates and rinse them. And, I think we should all take turns in doing chores in the house. I can't keep cleaning after you kids," Claire said, pointing to the pile of pots and pans on the sink.
"House work is for you and these two," Luke stared her down. "Men don't do housework."
Claire couldn't believe what he said. He sounded just like his father.
Alex and Haley stopped eating and looked down on their plates in fear. They were always bullied by Luke who stood more than a foot above them.
Claire started to get up from her chair, feeling defiant. But before she could say another word, she saw a plate hurtling towards her. Luke flipped his plate up. It somersaulted in the air and arced towards her.
Claire leapt back, narrowly missed by the plate. Leftover food scattered everywhere. The plate shattered into several large shards at her feet.
"Luke!" she yelled, trying to gain control.
Luke simply placed his earpieces back on, smirked, then walked away.
Alex and Haley leapt to their feet to pick up the pieces on the floor.
"It's okay, mum. Ignore him, Luke is a jerk." Alex said.
Claire was speechless. How could this have happened? When did her son become like this? Her thoughts were racing.
The girls cleared the table and washed the dishes.
Claire sat in the living room, staring at the coffee table, looking for answers.
***
Claire must have fallen asleep. The house was was quiet. It was 1135 pm.
She heard a car pulling up her drive way. It's Phil.
She walked quickly to the kitchen to set up his dinner. She had a bowl of stew heating up in the microwave. She stared at the timer, waiting for it to reach zero.
She felt his hands grab her breasts from behind. He reeked of cigarettes and had too much whiskey in his breath. He emitted a low and almost imperceptible growl.
She felt his hard penis rub up and down the small of her back.
He was always extra randy whenever he is drunk. Drunk sex was always violent and quick.
Claire tried to walk away towards the dining room but he had her in his muscly wrap.
Phil sensed her attempt to flee. He raised his right hand and gave her a sharp slap at the back of her head.
She stopped. Phil started to hump her behind. He pushed her towards the dining table, bent her over, pulled her skirt up, and violently pulled her underwear to her knees.
He grabbed her by her butt cheeks and started to spread them. He wanted to penetrate her and eyed her pink anus. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erect penis. It was already dripping with clear precum. He wasn't circumcised. His foreskin retracted revealing his glans that was a large and angry red.
He spit in his palm and rubbed it on the tip of his penis.
Claire sensed his intent and started to cry.
Phil aimed the tip of his dick towards her anal opening and started to ease his length in. She was very tight. Her sphincter spasmed in protest. This excited him further.
With another helping of spit directly onto her opening, Phil was able to insert the head of his penis through her opening.
"Eeek!" Claire let out a muffled scream.
Phil groaned with pleasure and slowly pushed his shaft deep into her bowels. He started pumping his hips. Slowly, at the start, but becoming more violent and fast with every passing minute.
Claire bit her lower lip. The pain was excruciating.
Alex and Haley heard the commotion. They opened their bedroom door and witnessed the rape of their mother from their father.
This was not an uncommon event in their household. Between the two girls, they have seen their mom abused, in some form or another, more than a dozen times.
They did not know what to do. They were scared of their father. He was big and muscular.
They closed their bedroom door and hid under their pillows to muffle the noise.
Phil was humping more violently. The dinner table was moving with his every pump, pushing it at least 6 feet from its original position.
"Awwwrrr!" he came in her.
Claire shut her eyes and inhaled deeply with relief.
He kept his penis deep inside her until the throes of his ejaculation subsided.
He pulled his penis violently. Streams of cum and brown liquid squirted from her opening.
Phil pushed her down in disgust.
"You fucking cow! You have shit all over my dick!" he said.
Claire fell on her knees and stayed there, too afraid to move.
Phil stepped back and walked towards the bedroom. He did not bother to zip up his penis in his trousers. It flopped with his steps. He went to bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the shower.
Claire saw blood spread from her right knee. Pain broke through the numbness. She plopped down on her bare buttocks and closely inspected her knee.
A small shard from the broken plate impaled her skin.
She pulled this off while gritting her teeth. She got up, pulled up her panties, and went to the sink to grab a paper towel.
She pressed it on the wound.
She could feel her heart beat in her head, in her rectum, and in the wound.
After a few minutes, she walked to her purse, searching for bandaid.
She saw the red business card. "W.L.A." She flipped it over and saw the number.
She pulled her iPhone out from her purse and dialed.
"Eva's Housekeeping!" a cheery female voice answered. "Providing excellent housekeeping needs for the busy homemaker!"
"Hello?" Claire responded. "I am calling because I need help..."
"Did you need help with cleaning services, ma'am? If you are, please call tomorrow when the office opens. This is the answering service," the voice answered.
There was a long pause. The secret phrase! She closed her eyes tightly, trying to recollect what the magic words. The sticky note! She rummaged through her purse and found it.
"Testiculi perdere!" she blurted.
"I'll transfer..." the voice answered.
There were a few beeps, then another female voice, this time much older and modulated. "Do you need help tonight?"
"No," Claire answered.
"But you need our help." It was not a question.
"Yes," she responded.
The female voice left her instructions. They were simple and precise. Claire will receive a text of a rendezvous place and time. She is to come alone.
***
May 1st. 59 Vanessa Drive, Ravenhall. Right behind a mixed martial arts gym. Gray and white building with a red gate.
Claire turned right onto Vanessa Drive from Westwood. The paved road became dirt. She drove through an expanse of empty lots that appeared ready for construction.
The address turned out to be a warehouse. It stood by itself in the middle of an empty industrial zone. The building was completely surrounded by a 10-foot high concrete fence. There was a red metallic gate.
She drove her car up the driveway next to a post with an intercom box.
She pressed a button.
"Yes?" a metallic voice crackled.
Claire said the magic words.
The gate swung slowly inwards.
There were a half dozen cars parked inside. She drove into an available space.
She walked to the building. A slim asian women, possibly Thai or Filipino, was waiting by the front door.
"Hello, I am Eva. Welcome to the facility," she spoke in perfect english.
They embraced. Claire felt instantly relieved.
They walked into a simple receiving area. It was about 5 x 5 meters square. There was a front desk with a middle-aged lady sat in front of a bank of monitors and a computer key board. There was a modern sectional and a set of plush ottomans in what served as a well-appointed waiting area.
"Claire, this is Miriam, you may have talked to her over the phone when you first called for help." Eva explained.
Miriam stood up and clasped Claire's right hand with hers tightly. "Welcome to W.L.A."
Miriam pressed a button. An opaque glass door opened.
Eva led Claire through it into a large open space.
The warehouse is even bigger inside. The roof was about 50 feet high. There were several doors on both sides of the space. There was stadium-like seating, six levels high, one on each side, at the very end of the building. They faced a large red circle. There was a long table on one side, on top of which lay objects she couldn't recognize from this distance. There was a row of X-shaped wooden posts standing at the far wall of the building.
In the middle of the circle, a group of women was doing martial arts in unison. Up close, she saw their ages varied. The oldest must have been in her 60s, the youngest looked no older than 13.
They moved fluidly as if choreographed. A tall, blonde, middle-aged, and muscular female barked orders.
She was mesmerized by their power. She thought she felt the air vibrate with their punches, elbows, and kicks.
"Her name is Saundra, she and a few more women train us physically." Eva said.
Claire's eyes perked.
"But before we train you physically, we need to make sure you're prepared mentally and financially." Eva added.
She was then led to a door that opened into an office.
"This is Alexa. She is our financial expert." Eva said. "She will help you regain your financial independence."
"I will leave you with her," Eva added and handed her a packet. "Here's the curriculum."
Claire was surprised by the details in her packet. It contained several folders labelled with titles such as,
"Financial Freedom"
"Breaking free of abuse"
"Protecting your children"
"Getting another identity"
"International safe houses"
"Fighting back"
"Legacy"
"Legacy"
There was a chart of dates, requirements, schedules. Twelve weeks, before graduation.
***
Claire has learned in leaps and bounds.
With the help of a network of female bankers, accountants, internet experts, she was able to access her husbands bank account. It helped that the general manager of Phil's bank was one of her instructors. Phil has amassed nearly half a million dollars in cash and has several apartments in Melbourne, parcels of land in South Australia, and even a yacht in Melbourne Harbor Marina.
She opened a separate account under her name in preparation.
"Fighting back" was her favorite subject. This started on the third week of her training. Saundra, Eva, Susan, and Diana were masterful instructors. They each taught in a nearby self defense gym.
Eva is Filipino. She was slim but had tight and muscular body. She was very lithe and proved to be an expert in arnis, a Filipino martial arts using sticks and other objects as weapons.
Susan is a heavy-set brunette, born and raised in Melbourne, and is an officer in Port Phillip Prison. She provided expertise in controlling violent behavior and weaponry.
Diana is a half-caste from a white father and aborigine mother. She was the most muscular of the trainers. Her expertise is survival tactics and street fighting.
Claire learned everything about the human body, especially the male form. She especially enjoyed learning fighting techniques on live men. The husbands, fathers, brothers, uncles, cousins, bosses of the women members became their target practice.
She has become an expert in arnis.
She lost her first fight. She came home with bruises and a black eye which she covered with make up.
She became an expert by her sixth bout, learning to target men by their weakness.
On the seventh week came "legacy" or how to pass on knowledge to the next generation.
She was nervous the first time she brought Alex and Haley to the facility. She was pleasantly surprised by how her two girls positively reacted to their new sorority.
Alex and Haley have been looking for a solution for their domestic problems. The facility has been a godsend to the two young girls who were looking for confidence and strength.
They were like dried sponges that quickly absorbed information. It took them only two weeks to learn what their mother did in eight.
Haley became an expert in wrestling. While Alex, petite and physically weaker, favored street fighting, dirty and ugly.
Claire's true test will be on her 12th week. She was to use her skills on her own men. She was to take on her husband or son in the arena.
Phil or Luke? Who does she break first?
She flipped a coin.
Luke.
Phil was out of town anyway in one of his frequent conventions.
***
It was the last Saturday of June. The household has become as frigid as the cold winter. She still engaged with her daughters but has virtually ignored her son. Phil has spent most of his time traveling and has been home only 7 days the past 6 weeks. He will be back from Las Vegas in one week.
Claire was trembling with excitement. This was the day of her final test. She hardly slept the night before. She got up early and made a healthy breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and a fruit smoothie. She promised the girls to bring them to the fight today. They woke up early as well and were ready for their 7 am scheduled outing. They jumped into their car and waited.
She heard a van drive up her house. She opened her front door to a cold and dry winter morning. Susan, Saundra, and Diana, all wearing dark clothing, jumped out of the vehicle. Diana was carrying a large duffel bag.
They all headed towards Luke's bedroom.
Claire opened his door quietly. He was still in bed. She heard him playing his game on his Xbox through the wee hours of the morning. He was asleep in bed. He wore a sleep mask. He must have set the room's radiator heating to high. It was hot. The room was filthy and smelled of sweat and semen.
Claire saw Luke sleeping half nude on top of a messy bed. He was not wearing any shirt. His upper body was sculpted with muscle. He had thick pectoral muscles that expanded during each inspiration. His flat stomach had muscular ridges developed from nearly 100 daily crunches.
He was wearing a blue cotton underwear that was too tight for what he packed.
Luke sported morning wood. His erection escaped the top garter of his underwear. His uncircumcised penis was thick and hard. It lay flat on his belly pointing up to his belly button.
His testicles formed two round mounds below. They were large like his father's. The front of his underwear had dried cum stains.
Luke, an 18-year old, jerked off nearly three times a day.
She's seen his naked genitals once before. He was just like his father, although Phil had a darker shaft and browner balls.
Luke
Claire then turned around and walked away. The three women rushed the bed and pounced on his sleeping body.
Luke did not have a chance.
Claire heard a soft thud and a muted scream. She headed to the garage, got into her car, backed away from the house, and drove off.
The women used chloroform. Once adequately sedated, they expertly trussed up Luke's arms and legs. His genitals were completely exposed as the front of his underwear had been torn during the scuffle. They stuffed a ball gag into his mouth.
They pushed his body in a large body bag and carried it into the waiting van.
Diana locked the house up and sat on the driver's seat.
"He is breathing," Susan said.
The van sped away.
***
The facility was a flurry of activities. There were 8 bouts scheduled this weekend. The largest they have scheduled since W.L.A. was formed. Their membership was getting bigger and recruitment has been successful.
Membership has helped with finances. Each member paid a tithe once they have graduated from the course. Ten percent of their income go to the group.
This has helped widen their network.
Branches have been started in different cities worldwide. They have an estimated membership of 760 women.
Secrecy is paramount. It helps that several members are powerful women. There were several police chiefs and detectives that helped cover up their activities. More than a dozen judges ensured cases against any member were thrown out of court. There was a network of doctors and nurses in every continent that took care of the bloodied and injured. Finance and computer experts protected each members assets.
Claire could not wait to graduate and become a full-fledged member.
***
The warehouse was kept dark aside from bright lights that flooded the central arena. There was a caged dome in the middle to make sure no one escapes. The stadium seats on each side of the square were filled with women and girls. Their ages varied. The oldest was 83 years old. The youngest was an 8-year-old Chinese girl. All wore black. Jumpers, jackets, trousers, shoes were part of a strict dress code during fight days. They all wore masks.
The event was expertly filmed by several cameras strategically positioned in and around the ring.
There was a slight chill in the air. Claire waited in the wings. Her bout was the last scheduled for the day. The first seven went pretty quickly. Most lasted less than 15 minutes. The longest was about half an hour. A fight between a young girl and her muscular uncle. Each fight had the same conclusion with male beaten, most were unconscious, all lay on the cold floor clutching their genitals.
Each bout was announced by an unseen emcee. Each male was read a list of his transgressions and the punishment that followed.
Claire heard Luke's name over the speakers. She saw her son pulled by a masked muscular woman by a rope looped tightly around his wrists. He looked confused. He looked around and could only see shapes and figures in the shadows.
He was still in his tattered Aussiebum underwear and nothing more. His muscular body was a sight. He was the youngest male to be punished this day.
Claire scanned the bleachers and saw her two daughters watching at the edge of their seats.
"Luke Dunphy!" the speaker hissed. "You are being judged for your crimes."
A list was recited. Disrespect to women. Lewd behavior. Foul language. Violence.Luke turned his head this way and that, trying to locate the source of the sound.
"This facility was built to rehabilitate offenders so they can live as what nature has intended: total subservience to womanhood."
The ropes that bound his wrists were expertly untied by his muscular escort. Once completely free, she shoved him by chest. Luke staggered backwards and fell on his buttocks at the center of the cold arena.
He turned to his left and saw a short table with implements on it. Beyond it a dark figure came into focus as the bright light revealed a slightly overweight woman in black walking into the arena.
Claire was wearing a ski mask. It was all part of the warfare.
She stopped at the edge of the table and picked her favorite weapons.
Each stick was 3 feet long and 3 inches round. They were made of dense Mahogany wood. Claire has gotten used to the heaviness of the sticks.
She stepped a few feet away from the table.
"Pick your weapon," an unseen voice instructed.
Luke stood up but did not move.
"What the fuck is this?' he protested.
"Fight for your manhood!" the crowd erupted.
Claire moved forward towards her son.
Luke saw the hooded figure with a stick in each hand approach.
He raised both hands, "Stay away!"
He backed away slowly.
Claire moved quicker. She raised her right arm above her head wielding the stick like a club.
Once in striking distance, she attacked. The fighting stick whizzed towards Luke head with lightning speed. He ducked in time, feeling the sharp breeze as the stick missed his left temple.
He ran away from his attacker and found himself blocked by heavy bars. He looked around and quickly discovered he was trapped.
Claire run towards him with both sticks in the air.
But Luke was infinitely faster. He ran the perimeter of the cage, looking for a way out.
He made sure to stay as far away from his attacker as possible.
Try as she might, Claire could not catch up to her much younger son. She was starting to get embarrassed by her performance.
Minutes passed and the audience was starting bored.
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" the women chanted.
Claire tried another tactic. She stood in the middle of the arena. Luke kept moving looking for an opening.
Luke found where the cage had a hinged door. He shook the solid bars. There was a latch with a hook!
He looked back and felt confident he could outrun his chubby attacker.
He used his right hand and attempted to unlatch the gate.
Claire raised her right hand above her head and aimed.
She threw the stick forward. It flew straight towards its target. Luke looked back but didn't see the stick heading his direction.
The stick found its mark. Its rounded point hit Luke between his eyes.
Luke's head snapped back and hit the steel cage. A thousand stars exploded in his sight then darkness. He slid down the cage and landed on his knees. He held his throbbing forehead. He found it difficult to breath through his nose. He smelled blood and his mouth tasted metal.
Claire was ecstatic with her first contact. She saw her son on his knees. Blood was dripping from his nose and round spots on his thighs and briefs.
Claire ran towards Luke. She was confident she can finish this bout quicker than the young girl before her.
Through blurred vision, Luke saw his attacker approach. He was wobbly but was able to stand. He raised both arms in defense.
Claire was well-trained. She had the vital points of a man in her head.
Claire held the other stick like a sword. Luke attempted to grab it but she was able to flick the stick to the side and strike the knuckles of his left hand with it.
Luke curled his left arm towards his chest in pain. He backed away and found his back and buttocks against the cold cage bars.
Claire picked the next vital target.
Luke's underwear was barely covering his genitals. It hung on the base of his penis. His dark pubic hair was visible. The leg openings were loose. His scrotum peeked underneath.
Claire thrusted the thick stick forwards towards his genitals.
Luke was to slow to avoid the attack.
The knobbed end of the stick hit Luke squarely at the midshaft of his penis. Luke screamed in pain.
The arena exploded in cheers.
Luke dropped to the ground in a fetal position. He clutched his genitals in pain.
Claire inserted her fighting stick into a holster on her left hip. She grabbed Luke by his ankles and pulled him towards the center of the ring.
Luke could not resist. He was in too much pain. He held on to his penis, rubbing the pain away.
Once they reached the middle of the arena, Claire released his ankles. She ran back to the edge of the cage to fetch her other fighting stick.
Luke used this to his advantage. He stood up and dashed towards his attacker.
He was a champion wrestler in high school and intended to use this skill to subdue.
Claire was unaware until it was too late.
Luke had her in a full nelson hold. He lifted her off the ground and squeezed tightly.
Claire thought her neck would break. She was completely helpless.
Luke carried her like she was a ragdoll. He walked towards the cage door planning to slam her head against it.
A split second before this occurred, Claire bent both of her knees to her chest and kicked out. Her feet landed on the steel bars. the strength of her extended legs pushed Luke backwards. He hit his head on the concrete floor. The impact instantly paralyzed his muscles releasing his hold on Claire.
Her buttocks landed onto his belly. Her entire weight rammed his insides,
Luke lay unconscious.
Claire was incensed. She became too confident.
She was straddling his belly facing his legs.
Claire eyes her son's tattered underwear. Anger built up inside.
Alex and Haley were on their feet. Luke landed directly in front where they sat. They had a perfect view of his genitals.
Both girls haven't seen Luke's penis and balls. They would see his bulge all the time but he was never naked in front of them.
Haley, the older girl, felt something wet in her knickers. She was getting turned on by the prospect of not only seeing her brother's genitals but also seeing his balls beaten to a pulp.
Alex, on the other hand, has always fantasized about her father's cock. She wants it to become her plaything.
Claire knew man's seat of power is in the genitals. She reached down and grabbed his underwear and completely shredded this apart, releasing his large package into full view.
Haley squealed when she saw his long soft penis bounce on his lower belly. His balls hung loose between his legs. They were pinkish in hue. She touched her crotch and squeezed, imagining how they would look once blue and battered.
The audience was on their feet in anticipation.
"Crush! Crush! Crush!" They chanted.
Claire gathered her son's balls in her left hand, clutching them where they attach to his body. His testicles were the size of chicken eggs. The ballooned out from her clenched fist. She raised her stick high and hammered it down.
The stick hit him across the meat of his right and left testicles. A purple welt immediately formed on his stretched scrotum. Claire felt his balls change shape on impact.
Luke woke up from the pain. His balls were being crushed in a vice. There was a deep dark ache that travelled from his groin into his stomach.
Luke formed fists with both hands and started pummeling her back.
Claire felt thunder in her chest. She jumped up away from his fists, releasing his hold on his balls. She found it painful to breath.
Luke scrambled away. He rubbed his balls with his right hand, looked down and inspected the damage. There was a welt but his balls felt intact.
He had anger in his eyes. He would not let a fat woman beat him. He is the stronger sex, he thought.
He was aware of his nakedness, but did not care.
He flexed his body, posing, like a proud rooster. He stretched his chest muscles. He cracked his neck. He put up his arms in a boxing pose.
He attacked. He run towards his target and started throwing punches.
But Claire was trained by the best of them. She ducked, and bobbed, and weaved, biding her time.
She had both fighting sticks in her hands.
Luke's cock bounced with his every movement. They became inviting targets.
Luke lunged with a straight punch with his right fist. Claire ducked to her left. She raised both sticks and struck his right elbow.
Luke screamed in pain. The sticks have struck a sensitive nerve shooting electricity in his arm.
Claire struck again, targeting the same right elbow.
Something cracked. Luke grabbed his right elbow. The pain was tremendous. He couldn't move his right arm. His elbow had been dislocated. He dropped to his knees in pain. His legs were slightly apart. His genitals hung low between his thighs.
Claire raised both sticks and aimed for his head. Luke raised his left arm in defense. She was ready for this. She reared her right leg and kicked him squarely in the balls.
Luke was lifted from his position by the impact. He fell backwards. His legs were bent on the knees. He clutched his balls and closed his thighs. But Claire would not allow this. She used both sticks and struck his knees. The impact was brutal. His right knee ballooned immediately. His left knee cap shifted to the side.
"Open your legs!" she commanded.
Luke heard a familiar voice but did not follow. He kept his thighs clamped together. He clutched onto his balls.
Claire hit his knees again. This time she broke skin. His right knee exploded in blood. His left knee swelled up to the size of a grapefruit.
Luke released his genitals and grabbed both knees. He remained on his back. He hugged his knees towards his chest and slowly rocked.
Claire saw the opportunity. His balls squeezed out between his thighs. She raised her right hand and again hammered the stick down towards his balls.
A wet splat echoed through the arena as the heavy stick made contact. It hit his left testicle. Before Luke can react, she hit his balls again.
"Aiee!" Luke screamed. The pain shot through his balls, down his rectum, and up his spine.
Luke fell on his left side and attempted to straighten his legs. He screamed in pain. His broken knees sent shooting pains each time he moved his legs.
He was helpless.
And Claire knew this.
Meanwhile, Haley started rubbing the front of her jeans. She wanted more. She yelled, "Crush his balls! Break his penis, Mom!"
Luke was in shock. The voices were familiar.
Claire heard her daughter's request.
She moved in closer to Luke's heaving body.
She knelt next to his thighs and pulled on them. She had him on his back.
"Stay down! Don't move!" she commanded.
"Mom?" he whispered weakly.
Claire switched her position and pried his thighs apart.
Luke was too weak to resist.
She knelt between his legs and forced him to straighten them out. He screamed in pain.
She wanted to fulfil Haley's request. Her son, Luke, is a pig. She caught him masturbating over her daughter's sleeping form. Anger kept rising in her head.
Claire grabbed Luke's soft penis in her right hand. She pulled on it, attempting to detach it from its root.
Luke screamed in pain.
The whole arena roared in response.
Haley was working on her second orgasm. Her young pussy was dripping with moisture.
Luke lifted his hip upwards to relieve the pressure on his dick.
Claire twisted his penis clockwise, then counter clockwise. But she couldn't seem to break her son's spongy penis.
"Of course!" she thought.
Claire leaned forward. Once her mouth was directly on top of his penis, she hacked up saliva and spit on his penis.
She used the lubrication and started to jerk his penis up and down.
Despite the pain, the stimulation was doing its job. Luke was horrified to see that his penis getting hard. A few more tugs and it jutted upwards in all its stiff glory. Seven inches long, thick, and veiny.
Haley screamed with the sight of her brother's erect penis.
Claire was not squeamish. She had one goal in mind. A penis is easier to break when it is erect.
She pumped her son's penis with her right hand. Slowly at first, then furiously.
He was like his father. Claire knew when he was about to cum. His balls pulled closely to his body, his breathing came in short spurts, and his lower belly stiffened.
He was going to cum.
Claire let go of her son's penis. Luke's hips pumped upwards in frustration. He fucked the air.
Claire had the fighting sticks in each hand.
She spread her arms like wings, her weapons in her tight grips.
"Uhr!" he groaned.
A spurt of white liquid erupted from his penis.
Claire whipped her weapons towards his center. With lightning speed, the fighting sticks clapped together, hitting the neck of his glans on both sides. She heard a soft pop.
"Aiee!" he screamed.
A second spurt of come landed on his belly.
Claire saw the tip of her son's penis swell like an angry apple.
Yet he continued to ejaculate.
Claire was annoyed by this and grabbed the head of his penis by her left hand and attempted to clamp his penis shut.
More semen spurted in her fist. She was disgusted.
She kept her grasp on the head of his penis. She raised her right arm and aimed.
Haley was delirious. Not only did she see her brother come, but she will also see his total destruction.
"Break it!" she yelled.
Claire struck his erect penis midshaft. She felt a something crack.
She released her hold.
Luke was unconscious. His penis was still erect but leaned towards the left. His glans was swollen. His balls were retracted completely in his lower belly.
Claire inspected her handiwork and grabbed her son's penis at the base, then moved her fingers up his penis. There was a hard lump at the middle of his penile length. She has fractured his penis.
Semen continued to drip from his opening. For good measure, Claire formed a fist and punched him squarely in the balls. His still erect cock slapped down on his belly. A gob of blood-tinged semen ejected from the the tip of his penis and landed on his chin.
Luke's body quivered. In his stuporous state, his left hand covered his balls. Claire slapped this away. She grabbed his balls in each hand and inspected them closely. She rubbed them between her fingertips. His balls were heavy and swollen. He is his father's son. The shape and how they hung were similar. The left testicle appear slightly larger. She pulled on his scrotum and squeezed.
Luke started to gurgle. His eyelids fluttered. He coughed up bloody spit.
"Aaa! Aaa!Aaa!" His voice was low and guttural.
Claire found his testicles tougher than she imagined. She increased the pressure and squeezed.
Luke's torso came off the floor in pain. He gave a blood-curdling scream, then fell back unconscious.
Bloody semen oozed from his penis and drooled down onto his balls.
Claire released her son's testicles. She squeezed so hard, she left fingerprints on his scrotum. She rubbed his balls. His right testicle was intact. His left was misshapen. The once smooth globe felt ruptured on one side.
Haley squealed in delight. She has reached her fifth wave of orgasm. She received her wish! She finally saw her brother's cock and balls. She saw his erection. She saw his ejaculation. She witnessed her brother's penis get broken. She especially enjoyed seeing his once pink scrotum turning blue.
As for Luke, he mercifully passed out.
Claire stood in triumph. She held one of her sticks in her right arm and pressed it firmly down on genitals where the balls connected to his penis. She leaned down with her weight. The tip threatened to penetrate his genitals, but Claire held just enough pressure to prevent this. She did not want to totally emasculate her son.
A muscular woman entered the ring with a handheld camera. She walked around the combatants and documented her winning position for posterity.
Claire won. But there's one more thing she has to accomplish before she becomes a member.
Unfortunately for Luke, it is still not over.
I like how you add these pictures
ReplyDeleteThanks! I think you'll like Phil's pic. Part 3 is coming!
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