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Author: Joe Gonzo

The Sisterhood of Caroline Springs (this includes conclusion of the series on this blog)

Excerpt:

Phil was trussed up with heavy ropes and hung by his wrists and ankles from heavy beams above. Blood and sweat drenched his chest and abdomen. His floppy penis hung over his pendulous testicles, loosely dangling between his widespread thighs. Before he awoke, the only signs he was still alive were up and down rises of his chest and the roiling orbs of his golf-sized balls within his scrotum.

Most of the girls focused on his genitals. Their thoughts were less sexual. They are rewired differently. Through years and months of indoctrination and training by strong women, they have learned the real function of men’s genitals. Some of them do enjoy sexual contact and still relish in intercourse. Certainly, with advances in IVF, a man’s genitals are no longer needed after extraction of his seed. Mostly, they look on with desire. The desire to inflict punishment and overcome the weaker sex.

But Alex did not need indoctrination. She was born prewired for this sort of activities. She has always been fascinated and obsessed with power over the male species, and the punishment of their genitals.

Alex grabbed a heavy plastic jug of isopropyl alcohol and twisted off its plastic cap. Using both hands she tilted the top over her dad’s genitals. The pungent smell of alcohol wafted throughout the garage as she emptied the contents of 2-liter container right smack center of his manhood.

“Aaaaaaaaa!” Phil cried out in pain. The alcohol burned through tiny open cuts on his penis and scrotum that he sustained from his earlier beating. He jerked his hip up and down trying to escape the pain. His movements were so violent, the beams from which he hung, creaked. 

“Stop it! Aaaaaaa! Make it stop!” he half-screamed and half-groaned repeatedly through his ordeal.

His muscles, previously weak, suddenly responded from the jolt of pain coming from his genitals. He bucked his hips, up and down, his loose cock and balls flopping and scattering alcohol into the air, in an attempt to free himself from his bindings.

The girls made a collective gasp as they watched Phil kip his upper body and shoulders up, grabbing the ropes binding his wrists.

They all instinctively stepped a few feet back and watched in fear as he started to pull himself up by his arms, towards the beams above where the pulley mechanism switch was located. 

Phil was able to pull himself up swiftly grasping the thick ropes. His years of physical conditioning with rock climbing and CrossFit made this look easy. He pulled himself up enough his head and torso were higher than his hips.

Panic spread among the girls. They screamed for help and some ran into the house.  

Except for one girl, Alex. She stood her ground between her father's splayed legs. She was not afraid. Her father thought he was in control, but she was actually in a perfect position to show him who has power. She reached into the tanning box and grabbed a box of matches. 

Phil looked in horror. His whole pelvis, especially his cock and balls were soaked with flammable liquid. He saw Alex pull a stick of match and light it. 

Both Alex and her father saw things in slow motion. The lit match seemed to float in midair before landing directly on the base of his floppy dick.

Phil held his breath...

Blue flame erupted at least a foot high completely engulfing his penis and testicles. Strangely, the first few seconds only felt warm and did not cause pain. 

Alex was transfixed. She stared at her work. Her father, still hanging onto to his bindings in a suspended sitting position, bucked his hips up and down and side-to-side trying to extinguish the fire. His penis and balls flopped around covered with a bright blue flame. 

It's when his thick nest of pubic hair caught fire that he started to feel the burn. Every surface of his pelvis covered with alcohol ignited. He felt the heat between cracks of his buttocks as the fluid dripped blue flame between his ass cheeks onto the garage floor. The flames have exhausted its liquid fuel and have started to burn his skin and flesh. The smell of burnt hair was in the air. The flames travelled down his thighs and made quick work of their hair.

Phil saw the first blister, the size of a dollar coin, form on his inner thigh.  His pubic hair, hair on his buttocks, in his anus, and around his thighs now burn yellow.

He tried to close his thighs but his bindings held them splayed wide open. 

"AAAAAAH! Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop," Phil squealed at a higher octave.

He started huffing and puffing, trying to blow out the fire. He hyperventilated too much he passed out. His whole upper body violently dropped when his hands let go when he became unconscious. His fall was halted violently by the ropes wound tightly around his wrists. The momentum has pulled both wrists from their joints rendering his hands useless.

The rest of the girls ran back out with some of the elder women in tow.