Caroline Springs (Part 2.5)

Luke thought he was drowning. He couldn't breath through his nose. He sucked air in through his half-opened mouth. His head felt very heavy. In his daze, he realized he was upside down. He looked up towards his feet and saw he was attached to an X-shaped crucifix.

His feet were secured by leather straps. His legs were splayed wide. Both his knees throbbed and sent sharp pains when he tried to struggle. His middle was secured by a wide leather belt that bound his belly to the wooden cross. His arms were also held firm by leather straps on his wrists and elbows.

He looked up and realized he was completely nude. His penis looked horrid, bent to one side. His balls hung outwards. His scrotum was stretched out by the swelling underneath. He felt a deep ache emanating from them. The pain went deeper into his rectum and up his belly button.

He looked around and was immediately frightened. Dark figures surrounded him. There must be more than twenty people forming a semi circle around him. They all wore masks or hoods

He heard a familiar voice recite his transgressions.

Six women of the group took a few steps closer to his body.

Claire and her two daughters were among the six. She picked two other for the final ritual. One for her physical strength, the other two to help break his spirit.

"Submit to the strong. Submit to women. Woman is power." A monotonous recording looped every few seconds commanding Luke to succumb.

Luke was beginning to understand his predicament. He believed the male is stronger than the female. These women want him to accept defeat.

A woman in black to his far left approached his hanging body. She stood in front with eye level to his naked balls.

"Are you submitting to power?" It was the voice of an older woman.

"What the fuck are you...?" before Luke can finished his question, the woman raised her right hand like a knife struck him between his balls.

"Aaa!" Luke screamed.

"Submit!" the woman commanded, her hand raised, poised to strike.

Luke was mute and was in too much pain to respond.

The woman targeted his left ball. It was more swollen of the two. She struck down like a karate master breaking a wooden board. The leading edge of her hand hit Luke's left ball.

The woman is a black belt in MMA. She was in her 50s and taught self defense.

A dull squishing sound echoed  through the arena. Luke convulsed in pain. He made low guttural sounds. He shook his whole body, attempting to free himself from his bindings.

"Submit!" The women screamed in unison.

The woman inspected her handiwork. She roughly handled his balls, paying particular to his left. She felt his left orb had ruptured. The globe had lost its smooth surface in one spot. She used the fingertips and thumb of her right hand and applied pressure.

"Submit!" She commanded.

"Aargh!" Luke gurgled his screams. He felt his left ball under her grip. He felt her fingers attempting to squeeze out the content of his testicle.

And that was what she did. She squeezed his ball like she was juicing a lemon. She felt his firm testicle change shape and flatten. She felt lumpy contents start to extrude out on one end of his globe.

His flaccid penis dripped a thick pinkish fluid that landed on his chin.

She released his left testicle. His scrotum started to swell and turn purple.

"Submit!" This time she grabbed his right testicle and pulled it away from his body.

"Submit or you lose both balls!" Her threat was real.

Luke was now sobbing in pain and fear. Mucus from his nose made it hard to breath. His mouth drooled with blood and saliva.

"Please! Don't! I'll do whatever you want!'' Luke screamed.

The women shrieked in unison. "Aiee! Aiee! Aiee!" They sounded like banshees. They were all ecstatic.

Claire smiled for the first time.

Haley was disappointed she did not get her turn.

Luke's attacker took 10 steps back. The woman next to her walked closer.  She had a gun on her hip.

She removed her mask. Luke raised his head and focused. He recognized her.

"I am Captain Samantha Lamb," she spoke.

She's the police chief! Luke saw her on television.

"You know who I am. But what you must now know is that you will be forever be respectful of all women. You will do whatever they say. You will be their property. You will follow the rules of the W.L.A.!" She recited.

Luke hesitated to answer.

The police chief pulled the gun from her holster, raised it and walked closer.  She shoved the muzzle of her gun where his penis attached to his body.

Luke screamed..."Nooo!"

She pulled the trigger. "Click!" The gun had no bullets.

Luke nearly fainted. He urinated in fear. A rivulet of pinkish piss dribbled from his penis landing on his open mouth.

The chief jumped a few steps back to avoid his splatter.

"Listen to me, you maggot! Do you submit to the powerful? Do you submit to all women? The next time I will have bullets. I swear i'll empty my gun on your miserable cock, you would have minced meat left for dick and balls. Will you abide by our rules?" The threat was real.

"I will." Luke was broken.

The chief stepped back.

Luke saw four women approach to within a few feet of his limp body. Two appeared young, like little girls. One woman pushed a small cart with wheels. The last was her opponent still brandishing her sticks.

The woman with the cart stated, "Luke, these women will be your mistresses. You belong to them as slave, as pet, as property. Their every word is rule. Their every command must be met."

Luke had his eyes widen in horror as the smaller women removed their masks and the older woman pulled off her hood.

"Mum!" "Sis!" Luke exclaimed.

Haley and Alex smirked at their beaten brother.

"The final step for candidate Claire, " an unseen voice softly said.  "A trophy is warranted. Marking of possession is needed."

Haley's already soaked panties felt wet again. Her vagina oozed cream between her legs in anticipation.

The other males from this morning's fights suffered the same fate. The sisterhood demands a trophy from the male. It was up to the candidate to choose which part she desired.

The first male was a 65-year-old employer, beaten to submission by one of the girls he sexually harassed.  She chose his left testicle and bag. She sliced these off while he was hanging upside down.

The second and third males had similar punishments. It was coincidental they had the largest penises in the group. The 45-year-old had at least a foot long, the 50-year-old had ten inches. Their girlfriends chose to stretch their penises while they were soft and sliced each one midshaft. One girl planned to pickle the six inches she collected and use it as her lucky key fob. The other collected 5 inches of her boyfriend's penis and planned to use it as a Christmas ornament.

The fourth male had full penectomy. His wife had no more interest to fuck him.

The fifth male never made it to the final ritual. It was whispered that he died soon after the bout. He was in his 60s. His tired wife used a sledgehammer on his genitals at least a dozen times while he was unconscious before the muscular referee was able to pull her away from the fight.  His genitals were completely mutilated. A broken pelvic bone jutted up from his groin, impaling the shaft of his penis. The meat of the penis was exposed along one side of the shaft where the skin broke. His balls were unrecognizable. The scrotum was shredded. Blood splattered and sprayed everywhere. His left ball was found flattened like a hamburger, lodged between his ass cheeks. His right testicle was eventually found stuck on the head of the hammer.

The coroner in the group will document his death is from an accident, perhaps a fall or vehicular. No one will question this. They had members in the morgue, the police department, the media.

The sixth male was 50 years old. His daughter collected his testicles using a piano wire.

The 7th male was a 50-year-old who was beaten by his niece who he molested. His punishment was severe. The young girl sliced his penis and balls with a dull knife.

Claire announced she has made a decision.

"Take them all!" Haley blurted.

Claire, in her wisdom, whispered to her daughter. Luke is young. Claire does not want full emasculation. She fears she will lose her advantage over him if she removed his genitals. Male's genitals are hers and her daughters' way of controlling them to submission.

Haley pouted when she learned what her mother chose.

Claire gave a soft chuckle. "Tell you what, my darling Haley, I will let you collect the trophy for me."

Haley jumped in glee. She walked to the cart and eyed her instrument.

Luke couldn't comprehend what was coming. He opened his mouth in horror and emitted a silent scream when he saw Haley walk closer, a shiny pair of scissors in her hand.

"Remember, keep it neat," Claire instructed as she has plans for what will be detached from him.

Haley felt the twinge of another orgasm but had self control.

She was at eye level to her brother's large penis. It looked grotesque and injured.

She looked back at her mother and requested..."Can I play with it?"

The whole arena laughed.

"Only for a minute, " Claire smiled.

She set the scissors on the floor, gave her crotch one tight squeeze and stood up facing her brother's cock and balls.

Haley's dainty hands held her brother's shaft. It was fat. The head was cover with foreskin. It was wet with blood, semen, and urine. The shaft was bent to the left by a purple bruise. She pumped his penis delicately with her fingertips.

Luke squeezed his eyes in disgust.

She then paid attention to his swollen testicles, feeling the taut skin in her hands. He gave the right one a squeeze, feeling around for the ball underneath.

She the used her left hand to grip his penis at the base and squeezed. The tip of his penis drooled a pinkish goo.

"Get away!' Luke blurted.

Haley was startled and instantly angered.

"Respect the rules!" She yelled.

She reared her right foot and kicked him directly in the mouth.

Alex applauded.

Luke felt two front teeth break. His lips swelled up. His mouth was again full of blood. He gurgled in pain.

"Carry on!' Claire barked.

Haley pulled on her brother's penis by the tip of his foreskin. She stretched it as far away from his body as possible. She inspected his penis closely and identified the outline of the neck of his glans under the taut skin. She pulled a Sharpie pen from her back pocket and drew a line circumferentially marking the skin just below the neck.

She grabbed the surgical scissors with her right hand. With her left, she pulled on her brother's foreskin and spread it open.

She carefully pulled the skin out, inserted the bottom blade of the scissors in between the loose skin and started cutting.

Luke made a wet scream. His whole body shook. He lost control of his bowels. Brown liquid sprayed from his rectum onto the wooden plank on which he was bound.

Haley found the foreskin surprisingly tough. It felt like cutting taffy. She kept cutting until she reached the ring she drew on her brother's penis. He bled profusely making it hard for Haley to see her landmark.

"This will help," Alex yelled as she threw a piece of thin rope.

Haley caught it midair. It was a shoe lace. She looped it around her brother's penis at the base and made a tight knot. I appeared to work as the bleeding slowed a little.

Luke was delirious in pain and continued to spit blood and scream.

Haley changed her angle and started to cut along the line she drew around the neck of his penis.

The tourniquet she applied caused his penis to enlarge. It got stiffer and harder to manipulate. But Haley was determined.

A few more seconds and her surgery was complete. She harvested her brother's foreskin. It was about 5 inches long and 2 inches wide. It felt soft like cashmere in her fingers.

Luke shook his hips side to side. His penis waved like an erect flag. Blood dripped everywhere.

"I have the trophy!" Haley showed it to her proud mother.

Claire collected it and dropped it into a vial filled with clear solution.

"It is time for marking!" a voice announced.

Claire walked closer to her son. Alex and Haley close behind. Alex stood on her mother's left, Haley to her right.

"You are our property. Properties have no rights." Claire recited.

Behind the girls, one of the women prepared something over the blue flame of a Bunsen burner.

"They're ready," the woman handed Claire and each daughter a long metallic rod with tips glowing bright yellow hot.

Branding the male is the final ritual. Males are treated like cattle. Like objects.

Haley held the long poker with a letter "H" on the tip. Alex had an "A" on hers. Claire had a "C." Each letter was about half an inch long. Each glowed bright and searing hot.

Luke screamed in fear.

Claire grabbed her son's erect penis by the base and directed it to point upwards, between his legs. She motioned to Alex.

Alex raised her hot poker and pressed it on the midshaft of his erect penis. Luke wailed once and fainted.

Alex pulled the brand away after a few seconds. the smell of burning meat wafted in the air. An angry "A" was etched on his penis.

Haley stepped forward and pressed her brand just above where her sister left her mark. His penis skin sizzled.

Claire picked the head of his penis. This was her right as the matriarch. She pressed the hot letter "C" right smack in the middle of his glans. She wanted to make it neat and symmetric.

She released his penis. In its erect and swollen state it dropped parallel to the ground.

One last deed and she graduates.

They turned around and gathered around the burner.

Once satisfied that each poker was reheated, they faced Luke again, now eyeing his swollen balls.

Alex pressed her red poker onto her brother's left scrotum. The thin skin broiled and started to bleed. Steam escaped from the ruptured sac. She left a blistered A.

Haley did the same on his right scrotum.

Claire decided to leave her mark between his testicles, at the raphe. Again, making it as symmetrical as possible.

The ritual was done. She is now full-fledged.

She and her daughters stepped away from Luke's limp body.

Iced water was splashed onto Luke's genitals.

The cold water roused Luke into a painful awakening.

Two muscular women started on his bindings. They untied his wrists, then arms, then hips, then ankles.

One muscular woman lost hold of his weight. Luke fell on his head, his whole body crashed forward. His still erect and bound penis slammed head on onto the concrete floor.

Luke let out a muted croak and started to have convulsions.

The two muscular women turned him over to his back. His erect penis was bent in the middle at a sharp angle. Blood dripped from its tip.

They untied his penis. More blood pulsated from the tip in timing with his heart beat.

They carried his prostate body onto a waiting gurney. He will be wheeled into the infirmary in the basement where he will be mended by members.  He will be interred until he is able to walk again.

Meanwhile, Claire and her daughters walked into a well lit hall. There was food and drinks. A celebration for the new members.

Claire handed her son's foreskin to an woman in her 80s.

"It should be ready in an hour," the old lady said.

***

Their drive home was noisy. The girls recounted the details of the whole day. Claire just smiled and listened. Each stated their favorite parts. Alex thought that branding was her favorite. Haley's was when her mom fractured her brother's penis.

They chatted nonstop. Claire has never seen her daughters this happy. She also saw one very vital thing. She saw their power.

Haley exclaimed, "I change my mind, this is my favorite part!"

She extended her left wrist, prompting her mother and sister to do the same. 

The three women placed their wrists on each other. They each wore a band made of leather. 

The old woman knows her leather.

Haley sniffed her new band and felt it with her forefinger. She felt great wearing her brother's skin.

Claire smiled.

Phil was arriving in one week. Claire couldn't wait to take her husband on in the ring.

Haley couldn't wait for Luke to come back home. She intends to sexually abuse him.

Alex couldn't wait to see her father. She believes she has chosen her trophy.