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.

***

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..)

Hello!

Thanks for checking back. Based on number of visitors, I am happy there are some of you out there who enjoy my work.

It takes a while for me to post because of real life work.

But I am working on concluding Caroline Springs. It should be out, hopefully, the end of this week.

I plan to publish longer form stories (short novels) online.

For the readers who bought my first book, Serial Women, I would love to hear from you. Did you like the book? I finished its sequel and will publish it soon. I hope there is some interest there.

For those who haven't read it, it's available at:

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If there's enough interest, I'll publish second and final book. Most long form stories, I will publish on the Patreon website.

I am working on another novel called: "Girl Scout Cookies." A horror novel on a troop of murderous young girls traveling across Canada collecting their special ingredient for their cookie recipe. The only thing these girls love more than nuts, is how to collect them. They prefer the nuts well tenderized before harvest.

I would love to hear from the readers. Your messages inspire me to write.

New books!

I hope there are readers out there who appreciate the stories I write!

I am coming out with three books under cock and ball punishment/thriller/horror genre.

"Serial Women Part 2" follows Kendra's adventure as a serial collector (killer) as she makes her way around Europe.

"Serial Women Part 3." Kendra mentors a young girl from Australia. They travel through the Middle East and South East Asia, collecting souvenirs from each nation, while avoiding the Interpol who is on their trail.

"W.L.A." introduces the world to a secret group of women that intends to subjugate all men in their domestic lives. Fathers, sons, brothers, cousins, uncles, find out they are merely objects. It's less bloody than Serial Women, but no less violent.

I will still continue coming up with stories on this site.

Thanks!

The Twins (Conclusion)

The small building was two floors tall. However, it had 2  underground levels where the Radiology department housed most of its equipment.

Isabel made a quick check on the twins' vital signs.  The blood pressures were low. Must be from the nitroglycerine, she thought. Isabel expertly inserted intravenous catheters in each of the twins' right arms. She connected each IV to a liter bag of saline solution that hung from poles inserted in a corner socket of each bed. She let the fluid flow freely as she was worried they may develop shock from the activities she has planned for the day.
Both men had their eyes half open. Both men were half-dazed. They were still securely strapped in their gurneys. They did not bother to cover the men's bodies with a sheet. They were completely nude. Their genitals drooped between their slightly spread thighs. 

Amado's penis was completely flaccid and shrunk to a size the girls haven't seen before. His scrotum was uneven in size. The right was bulbous, like a blue tomato, the left one appeared intact.

Alejandro maintained a large erection. His penis flailed stiffly from side to side from its obscene 90 degrees whenever the gurney changed positions. His scrotum was beet red. Its contents appeared intact.

There was no regular security detail guarding the building. There were security cameras on the front door and back exit, but Isabel learned that a side stairwell had none.

They pushed the motorized gurneys towards the side entrance. The whole bed vibrated along the gravelly surface shaking the twins along the way. The vibration appears to have shaken some of the cobwebs in their heads.

Amado played possum and kept his eyes shut, only opening them every few seconds to gain his bearings. He saw his brother being pushed in a gurney ahead of him. It was daylight, early morning, and he could see grass and some trees.

He saw they were going into a building with a rust-colored metal door. Isabel was fumbling with the locks with a set of keys. The door finally opened, and he saw Cristina push in his brother into the building. He shut his eyes again and waited.

Isabel pushed his gurney into a dark hallway. Amado had no idea where they were. The air smelled of antiseptic. He drifted back to sleep. The last thing he heard was the clanging of metallic doors locked shut.

Isabel led Cristina through a maze of corridors. Each pushed a gurney. Sunshine filtered through glass windows providing light in the otherwise dark building. Isabel made one sharp left into a brightly lit hallway and stopped. To their left was a whole wall of glass with a view of a courtyard lined with brown grass and lifeless shrubs.  A bank of elevators stood to their right.

Isabel pressed the down button. A distant whirring can be heard. There was the familiar hum of a lift approaching.

The elevator opened revealing a space that concerned Cristina.

"It can only take one gurney at a time," Isabel said. "I'll go first, press underground level 2. Turn right when you get off and look for the 'Treatment Room.'"

Isabel pushed Amado into the elevator feet first.

The elevator doors closed behind her. It felt like the slowest elevator in the world. She was shaking with excitement and rage. She felt raped. She felt toyed with. Together with Cristina, she planned to teach the twins that betrayal is rewarded with vengeance.

She stared at his nude form. He was beautiful. His long, lean, and muscular physique lay on the gurney. His belly was flat and covered with a treasure trail of dark pubic hair that directed her gaze to his large flaccid cock. She bit her lower lip in a mix of lust and anger.

She sidled from the head of the gurney and stood next to his hip. She thought she saw his eyes flicker.

"Are you awake?" Isabel whispered. She furrowed her eyebrows.

Amado was now fully aware but kept his eyes shut. His mind had cleared enough to realize that he and his brother were kidnapped by the women they were dating. The last thing her remembered was feeling sick after drinking coffee. Everything afterward was a blur.

His genitals felt numb and heavy. There was a pulsating ache, dull one second, sharp another, coming from his testicles.

He tried to focus and planned an escape.

He felt the elevator come to a stop. He heard a soft grunt from Isabel as she pushed the gurney off the elevator into a dim hallway. He opened his eyes way so slightly. They surely were in a medical facility. But it appeared abandoned. He passed 5 doors on his right and 6 on his left before the gurney stopped before double doors. A bright yellow and orange sign cautioned radioactive materials were within.

He saw Isabel press a few buttons on a wall keypad. The double doors opened out with a hissing sound.

She pushed the gurney into a ward with a few empty hospital beds. On one side was a row of plexiglass-covered cabinetry filled with medical devices and medications. On the farther end was another double door. "MRI," three large red letters were painted on top.

Isabel pushed the gurney along side the nearest bed. She was prepared. She came to the facility two days ago and moved two beds from the Labor and Delivery department into the Radiology treatment room. She positioned the obstetrics bed side-by-side. They each had stirrups and leather restraints. If everything goes as planned, she thought, by the end of this day, no other woman will be tricked by these two lowlifes.

"What's taking Cristina so long?" she muttered.

She rubbed Amado's sternum with her knuckles trying to elicit a response.

Amado grit his teeth and resisted opening his eyes.

Isabel wasn't convinced. She eyed a different target and grabbed his foreskin. She pulled on the loose skin, stretching his penis towards her. She stared at his shut eyes then started to pinch and twist his foreskin with her nails.

He felt a sharp pain run from the tip of his penis to its base. He softly grunted but still kept his eyes shut.

Isabel continued her assault on his foreskin. She dug her nails into the soft flesh. She kept looking at his eyes and waiting for them to open.

Amado made low guttural sounds but continued to play unconscious.

There was a soft click. Isabel freed his penis from her grasp. She broke a nail...and his skin. Her fingernails were bloodied. She inspected his penis with both hands spreading his prepuce open to assess the damage. She found her broken nail penetrating his skin. She pulled this out and saw a tiny hole on his skin that bled profusely.

Isabel was mortified by his penis breaking her nail and his blood messing her fingers.

"Puto!" she exclaimed. She made a tight fist with her right hand, aimed and punched him right in his testicles that hung loosely between his legs.

Amado screamed but surprisingly kept his eyes shut.

She aimed again, this time, hammering his swollen right testicle with her fist.

"Puto!"

Her fist made a loud splatting sound on contact. His right testicle was already double in size. Half of a needle that was deep within its meat shifted. The dull end threatened to break through the outer lining of his testicle.

His balls started to retract in defense. His left testicle pulled itself up as close to his pelvis as possible. The loose skin became tight. His right ball was too swollen to move. It plumped up to size of an orange. The taut skin was blue from the blood underneath.

One more time she aimed, making sure her bony knuckles hit their target. She punched his right ball with such accuracy she felt it change shape between her fist and his pelvis.

The needle in his right testicle punctured its tunic and through his taut scrotum. A tiny geyser of blood pumped where the needle broke through.

Amado shook and attempted to get up. His restraints held him fast.

"Aaargh!" he finally opened is eyes but this time he truly passed out from the pain.

Isabel felt the sharp sting of the needle on her fist. She inspected his bleeding scrotum and saw the shiny needle, about 5 millimeters jutting out of his bloody skin. She touch the tip with her forefinger and wiggled it. She felt that it was still lodged in his right testicle.

"What did Cristina do?" she smiled.

Convinced that Amado was unconscious, she released his bindings. She expertly transferred Amado from the gurney to the obstetrics bed.

She noticed urine dribbling from his penis.

Somehow, this added to her irritation. She was finding all of men's bodily functions disgusting.

She was prepared. A small procedure table was nearby. There were boxes of medical implements, gadget, and medications on top. She grabbed a small tube of lube and a plastic bag containing a foley catheter.

She grabbed his penis by the shaft with her left hand. With her right, she pushed his swollen foreskin down with some difficulty, revealing his glans. She unscrewed the tube of lube and pushed its opening into the meatus of his penis. She squeezed and emptied the content of the entire tube into his penis.

She threw the tube away and grabbed the rubber catheter with her right hand. She held his penis by its head with her left. She deftly inserted the catheter into the opening. The catheter was quite thick, she made sure. She chose the largest thickest one.

The lube ensured the ease of inserting the whole length of the catheter through his urethra into his bladder. She stopped pushing it in when only the most distal end was hanging out of his penis. She picked a syringe filled with water and injected its contents into a port. This inflated a balloon around the portion of the catheter inside his bladder, anchoring it in place. She tugged on the catheter, pulling it away from him until she found resistance.

Urine gushed out from the catheter. She couldn't find the collection bag. She grabbed a metallic forceps and clamped the end of the catheter, stopping the flow of urine. She taped the catheter onto his left thigh.

"Where did I set the urine bag?" she asked herself.

She turned her back to Amado for a minute. That was when the power went out. She turned around and Amado was on his feet and grabbed her by her neck.

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Cristina waited for the elevator to return. She glanced at Alejandro and felt a twinge of regret. She fell in love with the man...Amado/Alejandro. Perhaps its not too late, she thought.

Isabel was the leader of their group of two. She laid out the plans to drug the men, kidnap them, and bringing them here to torture.

Cristina only wanted to tell the difference between the twins. It appears their ideas of punishment differed in severity.

Isabel wanted to maim them, perhaps with castration, or penectomy.

Cristina, however, suggested something less bloody. She wanted to beat them up, kick them in the balls, or breaking some bones.

"Cristina."

A weak voice startled her. She gasped when she saw Alejandro awake.

"Please help me," he begged. "I hurt so much."

Cristina stared into his eyes and felt his pain.

She unbuckled his wrist and arm restraints.

He yelled in pain as she was removing restraints from his left arm.

"I think it's dislocated," she said.

The elevator door opened. He tried to get up but restraints on his thighs and legs prevented him from doing so.

"Give me a second," she said.

Cristina will put an end to this. She will talk to Isabel, release the guys, ask for their forgiveness, and get back to their normal lives again.

"Let me take you down so we can look after your injuries. Isabel can help you," she said.

Alejandro did not argue and laid back on the gurney.

Cristina pulled him feet first into the elevator, pressing lower level 2 on her way in.

She then worked on freeing his thighs and legs.

Alejandro laid still with his eyes shut. His penis was still engorged and stiff. It pointed towards his belly button. His balls were retracted. There was an odor of stool from when he defecated from the pain.

After the last of his bindings were removed, he opened his eyes and stared into hers. Cristina smiled. Alejandro had a grimaced look.

He flexed his right thigh up to his chest then kicked Cristina as hard as he can.

His foot made contact with Cristina's chest. She was thrown back and slammed against the back wall of the elevator. She fell. Her head collided with the hard edge of the gurney on her way down. This knocked her out.

Alejandro sat up. The elevator opened into a dark hallway. He immediately pressed 2. The doors closed and the elevator shuddered upwards. He pulled out his IV.

He stared at her prone body. He was aware all this time. He knew he was drugged. He knew both Isabel was part of this. And the pain, he remembered.

He still had an ache from his erect member. He had never seen his penis this huge. It was purple and veiny. It vibrated in anger.

The elevator door opened. He pushed the gurney out onto the landing. He then lifted Cristina with great ease and dropped her body onto the gurney.  The power went out. The elevator door was left open.

His penis sent waves of pain with his every movement.  It was so swollen, it threatened to burst.

He has to relieve it.

He looked over Cristina's motionless body. He unbuckled her belt bag and tossed it away. He took off her tennis shoes. He unbuttoned her trousers and pulled this off of her. She was wearing white cotton underwear. This fueled Alejandro's growing lust.

He pulled her by her ankles until her bottom was nearly hanging out of the gurney. She spread her legs apart, pushed them forward, raising her ankles over his shoulder and rested upon them.

He didn't bother to pull her panties off. He pulled the fabric by the crotch towards one side revealing her plump pinkish labia. She was hairless. She shaved her pubic hair regularly.

He spread the cheeks of her vagina with his left hand. He inserted one finger in her and found her a little too dry to his liking.  He gathered phlegm in his mouth then spit into her opening.

His right hand guided his penis into her vagina. His spittle provided little lubrication but this did not deter him. He bucked his hip forward. The entire length of his large penis disappeared in an instant with one forceful thrust.

Cristina woke up with stabbing pain in her bowels. She opened her eyes and saw Alejandro towering over her.  His eyes were shut. His face was dripping with sweat. He was vigorously pumping into her.

She felt her vaginal wall tearing from his aggression. His penis went in and out of her like a piston. This was not lovemaking. This was ugly and rape.

It went on. Alejandro continued his assault for minutes longer than his usual. His swollen penis was too numb to reach climax.

He looked down and saw blood. This time it came from her.

Cristina started to cry and begged him to stop. He growled at her.

"Fuck you!" And he did.

She reached up for his face. She found his eyes an scratched. He screamed from the sudden pain and tears blurring his vision.

His hips stopped pumping but his penis was still in her. She reached out again. Alejandro blocked her hands with his painful left arm. He made a fist with his right and punched her belly.

The pain was exquisite. She started to choke on bile. Her arms dropped to her sides. Her body immediately went limp.

Through this, he was still in her. His penis continued to impale her.

He resumed his pumping.  It was after 15 minutes when he felt the build up. He bucked his hips faster.  He was starting to fatigue. He was drenched in sweat. He was on the verge of climax.

Cristina opened her eyes. Her vagina was painful. She could feel his shaft deep in her bowels. She felt powerless. How can she beat a man who is so much stronger than she could ever be?

The hallway was silent except the sound of his balls slapping against her groin.

He had his eyes shut. She saw the familiar look when he was about to come. He had his mouth partly open. He breathing came short and deep. She felt his penis in her. She felt his testicles slamming her bottom. Her ankles were up in the air, hooked on his shoulders.

She remembered all her lessons. There is one weakness that all women should exploit. There is one large weakness.

She reached down between her legs. Between his thrusts, she was able to grab hold of his balls. She waited for when he was most vulnerable.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" signaled his climax.  His whole body tensed, pulled his penis out, and jerked this off with his right had. He came on her belly.

Cristina went into action. He had his left testicle in her right hand and the right in her left.  They were heavy and fat. She squeezed pulled down as hard as she can.

Alejandro's climax was immediately ruined by the building pressure in his balls. He squealed like a pig and grabbed Cristina's wrists. He tried to pry her grip off his testicles.

This only made it worse as she started twisting his balls in different directions. He tried to pull away but her grip would not allow it. His penis was still stiff and flopped up and down, spraying few droplets of come all over.

"AAAAAAA!" he screamed in pain.

Cristina felt his globes inside her hands change in shape and start to flatten. Alejandro started coughing. He changed tactics and made a fist with his right hand.

She saw his intent. She flexed both her knees towards her chest then kicked up before he could punch her. Her heels caught him under his chin. It was violent. His head snapped taking his whole body backwards. He lost his footing and started to fall back. Everything happened in slow motion. She still had him by his balls. His weight pulled her up to a sitting position.

He was too heavy and his balls were too sweaty and slippery. She lost her grip. He continued to fall. She reached out and was able to grab onto the base of his penis with her right hand. She quickly wrapped her left hand onto his shaft. She pulled and refused to let go. His penis was stretched to its new limit. It was even more purple.

His weight pulled Cristina up on her seat. She went down with him as he fell on his buttocks. She had his penis in her deadly grip all the way down.  He had his right arm outstretched to break his fall but he still hit the floor with the back of his head. He was immediately dazed.

"Aiiieeee!" Alejandro screamed in a high-pitched voice.

She landed on her feet straddling his hips. She readjusted her grip around his penis. She started to stand up, pulling his member with her. She wanted to pull it out of its root.

Alejandro attempted to grab at her. His right hand wouldn't respond. He saw bone sticking out from his right wrist. His left arm was in severe spasm. He was rendered helpless.

He lifted his buttocks up to relieve the pain in his penis. He tried to get up but could only support his upper body with his elbows.

Cristina recognized her advantage. She made another adjustment with her hands. She gathered his balls with her right hand, pulling them up and out, stretching his bag. Once she had this firm grip, her left hand grabbed the base of his penis and squeezed.

She planted her feet firmly on the floor and pulled backwards. He screamed in pain. He had no choice but to scoot where she pulled. He crawled on his back, his feet and elbows on the ground, thighs and buttocks up in the air, and his genitals pulled towards the stairwell.

Cristina was delirious with anger, fear, and pain. She needed to restrain him. This was the first time she felt threatened. She has never been physically hurt before. She was fearful this strong and muscular man who with one punch paralyzed her. She did not want to lose her advantage and was scared that if she let go of his penis, he would be able to overwhelm her.She did not notice his broken wrist or his immobile arm.

She made two steps backwards, pulled on his penis, and leaned back. He followed her direction. She did this over and over until she reached her goal.

He wailed each time she pulled on his penis. He was half-conscious from the pain.

The distal half of his penis was swollen and was the color of bruise. The base where she held him was pale.  There was pinkish fluid dripping from the tip of his penis...semen streaked with blood. It oozed out each time she tugged on his shaft.

The floor was smeared with sweat from his back, blood from his broken wrist, and feces that dripped from his bottom. His elbows were bloodied from the friction.

She was next to the stairwell. An upended lamp was on the floor. She wanted the electrical cord to bind him. It was a few feet off to her right, just out of her reach. She was too tired to pull him further. She needed to let her grip go to get the cord.

She squatted between his knees. His penis was still in her grip, his buttocks were about 6 inches from the floor, his feet were firmly planted, his knees were wide apart. His head rested on the concrete floor. His arms lay useless on his side.

His eyes were open and had a long and blank stare. He's out, she thought, but for good measure, she quickly straightened her legs and forcefully pulled on his penis. He emitted a soft croaking sound. She released his penis.

His buttocks slammed onto the floor with a loud slap. Bodily fluids sprayed outwards from his behind. His legs straightened out and jerked involuntarily upwards. Cristina's good reflex caught each of his ankles in her arms.

She stood there, a petite woman, between his legs, holding onto his ankles, over a powerful man, now rendered helpless.

Alejandro was starting to get his wits about. He groaned and started to flex his legs.

Cristina felt his power coming back. She would not allow this. She eyed her targets. She spread her arms wide and pushed his ankles up and out. His genitals flopped between his thighs. His penis was still erect, mostly from swelling and blood, lay flat on his belly. His balls were bright red and dangled on the crack of his buttocks.

She pushed his ankles further forward. His hips flexed upwards lifting his buttocks from the floor. His balls were directly beneath her.

He knew he was in a vulnerable position. He tried to move his arms to cover his genitals with his hands. But it was too painful.

"Please, Cristina, enough! I am sorry, I love you!" he pleaded with fear.

She felt in control. She flexed her right knee, her thigh touching her chest, her foot directly over his loosely hanging balls. She aimed carefully...

"Aiiieee!" Alejandro shrieked.

Cristina stomped his balls under her heel. She felt his two orbs flatten then bounce back in shape on contact.

She changed tactics. She reared her right leg back and aimed. His balls roiled in his scrotum. He was flapping his arms trying to grab onto his aching testicles.

She kicked as fast as lightning, hitting his balls square on with the bridge of her foot. Her contact made a loud and wet slapping noise.

"Aiiieee!" He was now wiggling. He tried to force his legs down but did not have enough power to do so. The pain was incredible. It travelled from his groin, up to bladder, and inside his belly button.

She reared her foot again. This time she was going to use the balls of her foot to ruin this powerful man's balls.

She aimed at his left testicle that was hanging lower as it rested between his butt cheeks. The right testicle was higher up, almost retracted close to his pelvis.

She kicked again. But it did not go quite as planned. Her big toe hit his left testicle at its very center. A soft squishing sound was followed by a scream from Alejandro.

"Did I pop his testicle?" she thought.

With his ankles still in her hands, she looked down and started to giggle. She managed to kick his left testicle, the whole orb and its scrotum, and had it lodged between his butt cheeks!

She giggled like a little girl and another thought came into her head.

She used all her weight and pushed his legs forwards forcing them flex his hips and bend his knees.

He was in too much pain to resist.

She had him in right where she wanted, on his back, and knees touching his chest in a fetal position. She quickly turned around, straddled him, jumped slightly, and her buttocks landing on him.

The force of her weight took the breath from him.

She sat on the back of his thighs facing his bottom. Her weight prevented him from straightening his legs. His knees were up to his chin. His lower legs angled upwards.

She had a great view of his genitals. His penis was wedged between his thighs. His balls were in a strange position. His right scrotum appeared retracted. She carefully inspected his right testicle. The scrotum was boggy. She felt his orb and gave this a rough squeeze with her thumb and forefinger.

Alejandro groaned and wiggled.

"Quit wiggling!" she commanded. She made a fist and punched his right testicle.

He squeaked but stopped moving. He was fearful to disobey.

She spread his hairy butt cheeks apart and appreciated her handiwork. The force of her kicked managed to wedge his left testicle nearly up into his rectum.

She was too excited to notice the stench of his dirt.

She rubbed his left testicle with her finger tips. It was still intact! "What a disappointment!"

She spread his buttocks wider. His left testicle popped out from its wedged position. The scrotum started to retract.

She found her target. His anal sphincter came into view.  She quickly grabbed his left testicle and stretched his already loose scrotum downwards towards his anus. She knows he has the extra skin for her plan. On a good warm day, he has seen his testicles droop to the middle of his thighs.

She positioned his left testicle just on top of his anal opening. With a deep breath, she used both hands, bent forward with all her weight, and pushed his left ball into his rectum.

His sphincter spasmed slightly, resisting her intrusion.  His large ball also made her job difficult.

She used both her thumbs and pushed on the meat of his testicle. She was able to get it halfway in. She then raised her right fist like a hammer and repeatedly slammed on to his testicle, trying to jam it in.

He emitted soft croaking sounds each time she made contact.

One final hit. He released a wet fart.

"Yay!" she yelled. She managed to stuff his left testicle, ball and scrotum, into his rectum. His right testicle dangled between his cheeks. His tumescent penis, dragged by his scrotum, angled upwards, and was now pointing towards the ceiling.

Alejandro fainted.

Cristina slowly got up, allowing his unconscious body to fall on its side.

She ran towards the lamp and quickly dismantled the cord off of it.

She looked back at his battered body. His muscles glistened with his sweat. He had blood splattered on his back, his buttocks, his calves. He lay on his left. His knees were still curled in a semi-fetal position.  She could see his large right ball dangling behind his clamped thighs. His anus was obscene, stuffed with his left scrotum.

She does need to restrain him any longer. She has proven to be stronger. She needs to put a leash on him, instead, and drag him to join his brother.

Suddenly, she agreed with Isabel's form of punishment.

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Isabel is close to passing out. Amado has her in a choke hold with both his hands. He has lifted her to her toe tips and slammed her onto the nearest wall.

She tried to scratch herself free, but he managed to evade her attacks.

She was seeing spots and felt her arms go numb. In one desperate move she grabbed for his balls. Amado anticipated this pushed his bottom away from her reach.

He still had the catheter in his bladder. His hip movement pulled the tape that fixed it to his thigh. The clamp swung backwards between his legs, bringing his long and limp penis with it. Then it swung forward like a pendulum, the weight of the metallic forceps arcing up onto to her open right hand.

She closed her fist around the instrument, instantly realizing her last chance. She tugged on it as far back as her arm will allow it. She felt the catheter resist further tugging. The inner balloon has anchored it inside his bladder.

Amado felt a sharp pain run up his urethra. He quickly looked down and saw his penis stretched out pointing towards her grasp. He recognized the catheter impaled into his penis. He bucked his hips left and right in a feeble attempt to dislodge the instrument.

Isabel continued to pull on the catheter. She was pulling on it like a rein.

He growled at her..."Let it go, puta! Stop it!"

He felt a building pressure from inside his lower belly. He felt his penis was being turned inside out. He continued to swing his hips but she held onto the catheter steadfast.

The pain has caused him to weaken his hold.

One forceful jerk made him release his choke hold. His hands immediately went to his penis. He held onto his shaft with both hands, unable to know how to stop the pain.

Isabel fell on her knees but managed to keep the forceps in her hand. She saw Amado's hulking figure over her. He had his eyes shut in pain. His hands covered his genitals for protection.

She looked around and saw the fire extinguisher on the floor. It was too heavy for her to lift!

Amado has recovered from the pain. He opened his eyes and menacingly moved towards her.

She aimed the extinguisher's nozzle towards his face and squeezed.

White powdery foam jetted out from the nozzle and hit him directly in his eyes, nose, and mouth. He was instantly blinded and started choking.

He fell on one knee and started rubbing his eyes and face to clear his vision.

Isabel saw an opportunity. His penis was stretched and dangled by the weight of the catheter and the forceps. His balls were retracted close to his body.

She quickly grabbed the forceps, pulled it upwards, lifting his penis up, exposing his large balls. She reared her right leg backwards then snapped it forward with all her might. She aimed for the pelvic bone above his scrotum.

The bridge of her foot made contact. A loud 'thwack' was followed by his deep voice, "Owowowow."

Before he can grab his balls, she kicked him again with so much force, he was lifted by an inch from his kneeling position, fell back, hitting his head on the floor.

Isabel stood over his muscular body. He was unconscious. His face was covered with a thick layer of white powder. Blood seeped on the floor where his scalp must have lacerated. His muscular chest heaved up and down as if he was struggling to breath. His penis lay on his belly pointing towards the side where the forceps landed.  His legs were spread-eagled. His large balls rested close to his body. His scrotum remained retracted. Blood streamed from his sac and formed a puddle between his legs.

She ran towards the electronic medical cabinet and pressed some buttons. She grabbed a few vials of midazolam.

She ran quickly to his side and found the IV catheter was still in his arm. She aspirated 5 milligrams of the midazolam and injected it directly through his IV.

He breathing became sonorous. She rolled his body one side, pulled on his wrists towards his back and tied them securely with restraints.

She ran towards a closet and pulled out a hoyer lift. She rolled his body onto a sling. She then hooked the sling onto the mechanical lift. With a push of a button, the machine whirred and lifted Amado off the floor. She pushed the crane-like device next to an obstetrics bed. She lowered his body onto it then released it from the lift.

His naked body was on the bed. His tied wrists were under his body. She pulled on his ankles towards the edge of the bed with stirrups. She stopped once his buttocks were just slightly hanging from the edge of the bed.  She lifted one leg and rested this on one stirrup. She did the same to the opposite leg.

She adjusted the stirrups, spreading them as widely apart as possible. She gathered several leather restraints and secured his thighs, calves, and ankles onto the stirrups. She secured his entire torso with a vest restraint.

She sat and waited for Cristina to join the fun.

Power hummed. Bright lights came back on. The back up generator finally kicked in.

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Cristina decided she liked his left testicle inside his rectum. He literally fucked himself. Alejandro was starting to wake up.

She grabbed hold of his knees and spread them apart exposing his penis and right testicle. She formed a noose with the thick electric cord. She grabbed his swollen penis and threaded it through the noose. She pushed the noose all the way to the base of his penis then tightened it. To make sure it doesn't pull free, she looped the cord around the base of his shaft 3 times and made a tight knot. The cord was long enough that she still had about 6 feet which she can use as her leash.

She was able to retrieve her belt bag and fished out a scalpel from it.

His penis now started to engorge.  He felt a heavy ache coming from it.  He started to wail like a banshee.

"Aaawwwrrr!" his left arm pulled weakly on the cord.

"Stop that!" She commanded. She pulled on the leash stretching his penis between his folded legs.

"Keep fighting and I will cut it off!" she raised the scalpel over his genitals.

Alejandro quit fighting. His eyes widened in fear. Tears dripped from them.

She stood up and pulled on the leash.

"Get up!" she tugged on his penis.

He struggled to get up. His arms were useless but due to fear and pain, he managed to do so.

He towered over her. His nude muscular body was a sight to behold next to her wispy figure. Especially, she literally has her life in her hands. She stood a few feet away, the cord in her hands, keeping tension on his swollen penis.

"You and I will agree to work together. You do as I tell you, and I won't hurt you!" she barked.

Alejandro was too much in pain to answer.

This irritated her. She reared her right leg, pulled on the electric cord, forcing him to walk towards her. She raised her leg and slammed her knee into to his groin.

He jumped three feet in the air and landed on his knees. He grabbed onto his aching balls with his left hand. His broken right hand flapped side to side. The jump freed his trapped left testicle from his rectum. The plug was released, out came dark thick reddish brown fluid from his anus.

She was disgusted by this. She pulled on the cord again forcing him to stand on his feet.

She then led him towards the elevator. The power has kicked in. The elevator door closed. She was fearless. She could never hurt her again.

She made it to the treatment room and knocked on the door.

Isabel let her in and was proud of what she saw.

Cristina saw Amado's trussed up body and was equally proud.

They guided the delirious Alejandro towards an empty obstetrics bed.

They were able to stretch him out without resistance. Cristina removed the leash around his penis.

"Are you ready to see how deep their similarities get?" Isabel asked.

"Wait!, Can we get a scan on them?" Cristina asked.

Isabel thought of protesting because she didn't want to move two heavy and muscular men around. But this piqued her interest. She wondered if they're similar through and through.

With much maneuvering and plenty of midazolams, they were able to finally get a CT scan of the twins.

Amado

Alejandro

They were nearly identical except that Amado's testicles were more swollen and Alejandro's penis appears to be dented in the middle.

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It took about two hours to get through the scan business. The girls now have both men trussed up with their legs in stirrups. Amado had his wrists secured underneath his body. Alejandro's arms were to useless and hung limply on his sides. They were awake but drugged enough so they can barely move.

They moved their beds side by side. Each girl taking her position between their legs which were splayed wide open.

Cristina picked to torture Alejandro. Isabel picked Amado.

They flipped a coin again for the other decision. 

Their genitals were completely dissimilar. Amado's penis appeared intact with barely a bruise, However, his testicles were battered. His right scrotum has swollen to the size of a purple grapefruit.

Alejandro's testicle appeared intact. They hung loosely between his legs. His penis, however, has a grotesque shape, it was bent where it fractured at the base, turning abruptly right, then bent to the left halfway up his shaft where another fracture must have occurred.

Each had a foley catheter inserted through their penis.

Isabel opened an anatomy book for guidance. 

Cristina worked on Alejandro. She pulled on his penis by the glans and pulled it downwards between his balls. The shaft had bruises in different spots.

Alejandro let out a soft sedated growl.

Behind her, she heard Amado do the same thing.

She heard Isabel yell, but Cristina was too focused to stop.

She started at the base of the penis. Her sharp blade punctured his skin. Blood oozed out freely. She penetrated his dick by a few millimeters. She continued this incision along the dorsum of his shaft right in the middle. She cut a straight line from the base of his penis to his glans. When she reached his foreskin, she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut circumferentially, doing her first circumcision. Blood dripped profusely onto a bucket waiting below.

Alejandro was now screaming in pain. He commanded his arms to protect his genitals, but they simply would not move. His legs were strapped and weakened, he simply could not clamp them shut.

Cristina held his foreskin up with both hands and spread it out. It felt like soft leather. She dropped it in a basin of saline. She could make a great coin purse out of that.

His penis now had an incision right down the middle. She used tissue forceps to grab onto a piece of the incised skin at he base of his penis, pulled this away, and started to cut away the underlying connective tissue. She slowly peeled his dick like a banana!

Alejandro started to vomit blood. He bit his own tongue when he grit his teeth. He started to convulse. 

This didn't deter Cristina. She finally was able to remove all of his dick's skin, revealing a bloody shaft underneath. His penis hung limp, 9 inches long, towards the floor.

The penis skin was softer. She unfurled it on a table next to her and admired her handiwork. This will definitely be part of quilt, or the start of a jacket.

She grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol to clean her bloodied gloves. She looked over and decided to pour the whole bottle on his skin penis.

Alejandro started shaking. The bed swayed from side to side. The burning pain was incredible.  He lost control of his bowels. Mercifully, he lost consciousness. 

She has always wanted to see the inside of a penis.  She picked up her scalpel again and made a deeper incision, this time poking the needle through the opening, and slowly slicing upward, outwards. The glans of his penis gave little resistance. Blood pulsated from his member. She continued her incision, slicing his penis midline from the tip down to the base, filleting it open, exposing the foley catheter in his damage urethra. 

She made not attempts in stemming the flow of blood.

He was covered in cold sweat. He squeaked and cried and choked out her name.

She took out her iPhone and took pictures.

Alejandro won the coin toss. He gets the penectomy.

Cristina held on to the tip of his penis and pulled down. She then lifted the catheter and placed the collecting bag on his belly. She wanted to avoid cutting the catheter.

She made the surgery complete. Starting at the underside of his penis, at the base, she sawed around its circumference. Thirty seconds later, his member fell in the bucket with a dull thud. She fished for it and pulled it up to see closely.

She has done her first (she decide this will be her first of many) penectomy. His shaft was sliced in the middle like a butterflied steak. She placed it in a jar of saline.

She turned around to check on Isabel's craft.

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At the same time, Isabel started on her work. Amado won the toss for castration. He will lose his testicles today.

She taped his large penis on his belly to get it out of the way.

Amado groaned in fear. 

She made sure he felt this so he only gave him a small dose of a sedative.

He couldn't move trussed up this way but growled. "Fuck you, bitch!"

Isabel was not taking any of this. She grabbed a long nose forceps, the one that's used by obstetricians to collects polyps. She pulled on his left testicle and gathered it to the base of his scrotum, holding it in place. She opened the forceps wide, squeezed his testicles between the jaws of the instrument, then squeezed.

His trapped testicle had nowhere to go. The meat of the testicle started to cave in under the pressure of the jaws of the forceps. His scrotum tore where the metal touch it. The tense skin split open exposing the grayish and shiny covering of his testicle.

She squeezed on the forceps, cutting through the rubbery core of his left ball. Seminal fluid mixed with blood splattered. Finally, she was able to clamp the instrument completely, slicing his  left ball in half.

Amado was wide awake and shrieked like a girl. He bucked his hips up and down in an attempt to escape. 

She couldn't allow this to happen.

Isabel picked a tender spot. She injected more tranquilizer through the underside of his penis, deep into it.

He screamed in pain and started to blubber. A few seconds later, he has become quiet.

Isabel was efficient. She removed the clamp from his left testicle. 

She started at the base of the penis where it connects to the scrotum. She incised the scrotum along the midline raphe and worked her way down, cutting through every layer of his skin. His right testicle had a huge ball of hematoma that she evacuated manually. 

She exposed his battered right testicle and his left testicle that is sliced in half. 

She made suture ligatures around the tubes connecting his testicles to his body. And with one swift move, she used a scalpel and freed him of his balls.

She then used a sharp pair of scissors and cut his scrotal bag away from him.

She held his balls in her right hand. They were heavy and large. Semen was dripping from his left ball.

They will be part of a collection.

He admired the soft leather of his scrotum. She will give it to Cristina who would love to use it as fabric.

She looked around and Cristina was still in the middle of her surgery.

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Isabel and Cristina opened the hospital back door to a beautiful sunset. They each pushed a gurney to a van that was waiting outside.

Isabel has a contact with a group of women from Germany. They helped with the clean up of the place. After they were done, there was no drop of blood or evidence of the surgeries that happened this day.

The twins survived their ordeal. The group had a female Urologist who stitched them up. They were housed in a secret facility, also in Ciudad Valdeluz, for a few days.

They were finally dumped in their homes with a warning. If they report this to the authorities, the women will come back for them.

Isabel has decided to do her part for the Women from Germany.

As for Cristina, her life has improved in a different way. She has two men in her life that cater to her every need. The twins, Amado and Alejandro, decided they would stay with her and be her slaves. They figured they will never attract another woman.

They recovered from their injuries. They're still as handsome as they were. You can't still tell them apart. 

But Cristina can.