Slave to My Sister Part 3
by tiny tim - tinytimbro@hotmail.com
Rebecca continues to heap pain and humiliation on me


I couldn't imagine that my situation could get any worse after being
humiliated by Rebecca in front of our entire extended family, (see part 2) but
thanks to my "Big-Little" sister, it was only the beginning. The rest of my
Senior year was one horror after another.

Thanks to "Title 9", the USA's act that mandated equal funding for girl's
sports teams, Rebecca entered high school just in time for the shool's first
girl's ice hockey team. Rebecca had already proven herself at basketball in
Junior High and was looking for a new challenge. So when the soccer season
ended, she decided to play hockey. Rebecca hadn't skated much before then, but
she was attracted to the physical aggressiveness of the sport. She is such a
tremendous athlete that she took to it astonishingly well and led the team to
the county championship. And again, the girls made me their mascot. These
girls were even rougher than the soccer team! Not only did they make me
service them orally in the locker room, but I was kept a prisoner in the back
of the bus by the team on road trips. Luckily for me, they won most of the
time. When they lost, I got knocked around by the girl's hockey sticks. One
girl started calling me "Puck Face" while smacking my face with her stick, and
soon the entire team called me that, even in the school corridors between
classes!

In the spring, again because of Title Nine, the girls now had a lacrosse team.
Rebecca had never played lacrosse before, but she quickly became the star of
the team and led it into the playoffs. Many of the tough lacrosse team girls
had been on the hockey team and despite the fact that she was a freshwoman,
they elected Rebecca the captain of the team. Of course I was the team's
mascot once again, and again the girls raised the level of their abuse of me.
One of the older girls had fake ID and would sneak a couple of cases of beer
into the locker room and the team drank it after every home game. This made
the girls, aggressive by nature and pumped up after the game, especially
rambunctious. After a few beers, Dana, a tall blonde girl in my class, put an
alalgesic lotion all over her lacrosse stick handle and shoved it deep up my
ass, the "balm" setting my anal canal and sphinter on fire from within.Since
Junior High I had a crush on Dana, and often fantasized about losing my
virginity to her. Now it was happening, but not in the way that I had dreamed.
After that day, one or two other girls joined Dana in her sodomizing of me
while the other girls cheered. Rebecca looked at the scene with a proud smile
at what she had gotten her teammates to do to me.

The lacrosse team won the county championship, of course. While the male coach
waited for his team outside the girl's locker room, they drank champagne that
they had smuggled in, and even lit up cigars! They then huddled in a corner
and giggled in excitemenbt. They turned around. To my horror, they were all,
except for Rebecca, wearing dildoes! They advanced on me with hungry,
predatory smiles. Two girls suddenly pounced on me, knocking me to my back.
They flipped me around and pinned my arms to the ground while two more girls
pinned my legs. Then the rape began. Each girl took a turn at sodomizing me,
first by penetrating my ass and then, while the next girl did the same, the
first girl made me give head to the dildo that had just been inside my ass.
This process was repeated until each girl had her chance at me from each end,
and by the time they were finished my ass and my mouth were both, shredded,
bloody messes.

Finally, the four girls who had been holding me down tuk their turns. By then
I was so weak that they didn't need to hold me down while they raped me.
Rebecca, as ususal, didn't partake in the festivities herself. She was content
to sit on top of a locker and with her bird's eye view, watch the other girls
abuse me as she drank her champagne and puffed on a long, slim victory cigar.

My torment didn't end with the gang bang. In the bus afterward, the girls
pushed me into the back and while some of them looked out for the rest, I was
made to eat out their pussies and asses. Some of the farts that pounded my
face nearly blew me across the bus! The coach sensed that something was going
on, and when Rebecca saw him coming, she stepped in fronht of him. At first he
started yelling, insisting on seeing what was happening.

"Sit down and shut up, Coachie!" Rebecca barked, "or else you'll find yourslf
up against molestation charges tomorrow!" Noticing that thedriver was peering
at her through the mirror, she snapped "That goes for you too, Mr. Bus Driver!
Keep your beady eyes on the road, or you'l be staring right into the crack of
my ass in ten seconds flat and then I'll have YOU brought up on charges too,
and my teammates will back me up!" The other girls nodded, and with a defeated
look, the coach silently sat down, saying no more, and the bus driver
nervously minded his own business. But Rebecca, true to form, continued to
give him a hard time, quietly taunting him while he slumped forward in shame.
Then she walked back to the girls with a triumphant smile as I continued to
service them. No one was even trying to hide what they were doing to me any
more. The coach knew, but he kept his eyes straight ahead.

What had just happened was astounding. Rebecca, a high school student, had
stood up to her coach, a high school gym teacher! He had challenged her, but
she had made him back down in powerless humiliation!

And in other ways, Rebecca showed herself to be an outstanding natural
athlete. She never bowled much, but one day the bowling team asked her to be
an emergency substitute and she bowled a verified perfect "300" game. The
first time she ever played golf, she shot an under-par round. On an impulse,
she barged in on the baseball team's practice. The team's star pitcher, Roger,
had been one of thefew athletes to make disparaging remarks about women's
sports in general and Rebecca in particular, saying that women athletes
shouldn't be taken seriously. She grabbed a bat and told Roger to try to
strike her out. He fired a fastball and she knocked it over the wall. He tried
to trick her with a curve ball, but she waited on it and slammed it even
further! On the next pitch Roger knocked Rebecca down with a fastball aimed at
her head. She picked herself up and dusted off. She glared at him and blasted
the ball back at him, banging into his balls! Even with a protective cup,
Roger writhed on the ground. He wasn't the same the rest of the season and
Rebecca was voted the Student Athlete of the Year, male or female.

Of course, no girl would go out with me, so I didn't have a date for my Senior
Prom. But I still went - as Rebecca's chauffeur! Even though she was an
underclasswoman, she ws going out with a Senior, a star football player. Tony
was one of the best catches in school, but he asked Rebecca before any of the
Senior Girls, who would have jumped at the chance. So my kid sister went to my
own senior prom, while I went as her driver!

Rebecca made me rent a tuxedo, park by the entrance to the catering hall where
the prom was being held, and stand outside the car where all of my classmates
could see me as they walked in. By then, Rebecca was 4 1/2 inches taller than
me in bare feet, and in her heels, my head didn't even reach her shoulders!
Anyone who hadn't known us would find it hard to imagine that just a couple of
years before, I had been bigger than her, and was able to bully her! The
thought now seemed rediculous.

As ordered I stood at attention by the car all evening as my peers, and my
sister enjoyed themselves. Afterwards, I drove them to a local motel that my
classmates had populated. I was still a virgin at that point, and was jealous
that my younger but bigger sister had crossed that threshold.

Rebecca's longest lasting legacy, however, was her encouragement and
legitimizing the idea of Female Supremacy in the school. The Girl's sport's
teams, thanks to Rebecca's leadership, were more successful than the boys'.
Before Rebecca, it was unprecedented for a girl to make a boy her "Boy". But
by the summer, thanks to her inspiration, there were no fewer than five more
girls in the school who had become Bosses over Boys. One was even from a
younger grade than her unfortunate male victim, but I remained the only older
sibling to be his sister's Boy.

By the end of the school year, the disparity between Rebecca's physique and
mine was greater than ever. Aside from being much taller than me, all of her
solid muscles dwarfed my thin, flabby ones. She was able to wrap one of her
hands completely around both of my wrists, and on the last day of school she
grabbed me in this manner and effortlessly lifted me off the ground with one
hand and held me there while her lacrosse teammates whacked me around like a
pinata with their sticks!

Finally, the school year was over. When I was applying to colleges, there was
no question that I would go out of town. I would finally escape Rebecca's
abuse.I chose a school that was more than 200 miles away, a three hour drive.
Far enough to escape my Big-Little sister's tyrannical bullying, I figured.

Of course, I figured wrong. Rebecca wasn't going to let me get away on my own
terms, I will write about that in the next part of our story.