Slave To My Sister Part 5
by tiny tim - tinytimbro@hotmail.com
Big mistake trying to tie up and punish Rebecca
 
After my awful, humiliating first semester at college, I went home for
winter break. I wasn't anxious to resume serving my younger sister
Rebecca, but she made it clear that I had better not come up with an
excuse to stay away. I had learned very painfully the hazards of
disobeying Rebecca, and I didn't really have anywhere else to go, so I
went home. Besides, with all the resentment growing in my head about the
way Rebecca had become a regular visitor to my campus, I started to
fantasize about getting back at her. I thought that I had escaped her
clutches when I went away to school in the first place, but now she had
gotten two of my classmates, Alicia and Mindy, to abuse and degrade me
whenever they wanted, and she could get my roommate Rick, now her regular
weekend lover, to beat me up at a whim, with a simple phone call. It was
too much for me to take, and I figured that now would be the time for me
to act. At first I was distressed when I found out that our parents would
be away for a few days at a business convention, because without them
watching, she had no reason to moderate her rule over me. But now I
decided that I would use the opportunity to bring my fantasy to life.
 
It turned out to be the worst mistake I could have made.

On the first day that I was home, Rebecca made me drive her and her
friends to the mall. Her friends abused me in the usual way, but now a
couple of her friends were old enough to be able to drive, so while they
took turns driving my car, I spent most of the time in the back seat with
my head between their legs, alternately serving their pussies and asses.
That night, I chauffeured her on a date, with a guy who was a year older
than me, four years older than Rebecca. My once "little" sister had
seemed to mature far beyond me. She had grown to 5'11", a half a foot
taller than me, with her body getting more powerful and shapely every
day, and now she was going out with guys older than I was. After the
movie, Rebecca ordered me to drive them to the local "inspiration point."
Once we were there, she told me to take a walk for an hour, and to make
sure not to return before then. While I walked, my frustration boiled
over and I decided that I would take action early that morning, while
Rebecca was asleep.
 
I set my alarm clock for 5:00am and woke up with more excitement and
optimism than I had felt for nearly two years and put my plan into
action. I cut several pieces of twine  and brought the spool and scissors
with me. I slowly opened the door to my sister's room and quietly crept
in. Rebecca was softly snoring. I hadn't known it, but apparently my
sister now slept in the nude, even if she wasn't with one of her
boyfriends. Even in her very passive state, her body was overwhelming,
Not only was she taller than ever, but her musculature was incredibly
well-defined as she breathed in and out.
 
I started by looping the thin rope around Rebecca's right ankle, tying it
firmly but making sure not to wake her up. I didn't know whether I would
now tie her spread-eagled or whether I could maneuver her into the
position that I really wanted, when she suddenly shifted, sighed and went
back to snoring, while moving her left leg against her right. This
allowed me to tie the same piece of rope around her left ankle, and soon
I had her ankles snugly bound together.
 
I knew that I had to work quickly because Rebecca would probably wake up
when she tried to move her legs again. I tied the next loop around her
right wrist. My heart was pounding as Rebecca started stirring awake. I
quickly pulled on the rope, bringing her wrist behind her back. I grabbed
her left wrist and wound the twine around both wrists and tied a tight
knot.
 
Now Rebecca was waking up, but it was too late for her, I happily thought
to myself with excitement and anticipation. It had taken me less than two
minutes, but I now had my big-little sister naked, her ankles bound
together and her arms tied behind her back! Now I was going to get my
revenge!
 
Rebecca rolled on to her back and glared at me. I laughed at her. "This
is going to be my day of retribution, Rebecca!" I gloated. "When I'm done
with you you will be too ashamed to show your face on my campus anymore.
Now stand up!" I ordered.
 
Fixing her dark, penetrating eyes on me, Rebecca stiffened her body, 
bounced her back on the mattress, pivoted around and swung her legs down.
In one smooth, fluid motion, Rebecca put herself on her feet, facing me.
My sister towered over me, of course, but for once I wasn't afraid of
her. After all, she didn't have use of her hands, and very limited use of
her legs. Besides, she was completely naked and I was fully clothed,
which in my mind added to her vulnerability and my sense of
invincibility.
 
"You must really feel proud of yourself, tying your younger sister up
like this. What a big, brave man you are! Ha! You're just a boy, and
you'll always be nothing more than a little boy, even if you're an aging
little boy!"
 
I wasn't going to let Rebecca spoil my moment. She had bullied me for
nearly two years, she was able to control my life and get my roommate to
beat me up and arranged for Alicia and Mindy to use and abuse me
sexually, so I didn't care. I had been dreaming of beating up Rebecca and
now was my chance. I decided to start by slapping my sister around.
 
Rebecca held her stare into my eyes, seemingly unafraid as I approached
her bound, naked form with a smile. I brought my arm back and swung it
forward, intending to slap Rebecca in the face. But just as my hand was
about to make contact, my sister smoothly ducked, and I spun around
off-balance as my slap missed its target. Rebecca straightened back up,
chuckling at my clumsiness. I couldn't believe how cocky she was,
considering her helpless state. I slapped at her again, but she leaned
away and once more I missed! My sister giggled in girlish delight as I
had to put my hands in front of me to keep from falling to the floor.
 
Angered and frustrated at not having made contact in my first two
attempts, I decided to stop playing around. I charged at Rebecca, fists
flying. No more slapping! But with the grace of a matador she jumped back
with her ankle-bound feet. My punches missed and I went crashing into the
wall as she turned around to face me, her giggles becoming louder. I
charged again, trying  jabs, hooks, anything I could think of - but
my kid sister bobbed, weaved, leaned in, leaned out, ducked, spun around
and otherwise avoided my attacks. I kept on stumbling and crashing into
walls, gasping for breath, while Rebecca, though bound hand and foot,
stood tall and proud, not a hair out of place and barely working up a
sweat. And despite her "helpless" state, she had prevented me from laying
a hand on her!
 
I decided to change tactics. I charged Rebecca as if I was going to try
to punch her again, but instead I lunged for her, my outstretched arms
ready to grab whatever part of her I could hold on to. She ducked, as I
suspected she might, and I leapt forward to tackle her.
 
Then - out of nowhere - POW! My jaw felt like it had been broken as I
fell on my ass, holding my face in pain. Rebecca had violently jerked
her powerful torso around, causing her large, hard shoulder to smash into
my jaw with a force greater than a padded boxing glove! I got back up and
not knowing what to do, advanced towards my sister again. She leaned
back, almost as if she were yawning, and then suddenly whipped her
head down and forward, her forehead smashing my nose! I was back on the
floor instantly, seeing stars and unable to control, my equilibrium
totally shattered. It took me a minute to regain my senses, and when I
did, Rebecca was standing over me, smiling. I noticed that there was a
red streak on my sister's forehead. It was blood - MY blood, from MY
nose! Without the benefit of hands, my kid sister had given me a bloody
nose!
 
My kid sister was being more sporting than I had been, having tied her up
while she was asleep. Rebecca could have attacked me when I was paralyzed
on the floor, but she waited until I was able to get back onto my feet
before resuming her onslaught.
 
First with one shoulder and then the other, Rebecca battered me back
towards the wall. When she got there she head-butted my forehead, sending
the back of my head crashing against it. She hopped towards me and
body-slammed me into the wall, causing my legs to buckle as I again lost
my footing. As I slowly slid down, my face came in line with my sister's 
breasts. It was obvious that they were very firm, I could see that, but
now I felt them for the first time as her breasts slapped first my left
cheek and then my right. I was stunned by the amount of pain that my
sister's tits could inflict on me! I continued to slide until my face
reached the level of Rebecca's elbows, which were of course pulled behind
her back, as that's where her wrists were fastened to each other. She
pivoted first to the left and then the right, battering my face
repeatedly with her sharp, hard elbows. Her elbows looked as large as my
little fists, and were doing far more damage. I continued to slide down
against the wall when suddenly her firm, naked ass caught my nose in its
grip, her gluteus muscles tightening around my schnozz. I was amazed at
the pinpoint control Rebecca had over her ass muscles as she twisted her
powerful hips, violently jerking my head until I thought that she was
going to break my neck! Suddenly she relaxed her ass-grip on my nose and
I sunk all the way to the floor.
 
I was in a daze and didn't realize what Rebecca was doing until she
maneuvered herself between my sprawled legs, her back facing me. She
hopped into position and then squatted down. Then I heard my zipper being
unzipped. With her hands tied behind her back, Rebecca had managed to
pull down the zipper on my pants and invade my fly! I was screaming in
wretched pain before I realized what had happened: Rebecca had grabbed me
by the balls, and now she was squeezing!
 
"I never really bothered much with your balls before, Boy. I didn't need
to, and I still don't. But since you put me at this 'disadvantage', I
don't think it's entirely unfair if I tortured them a little right now!
And if you don't like it, no problem. Just stop me! After all, you have
two free hands and mine are both tied up! Hahaha!"
 
Although I was shamed by Rebecca's verbal taunts, I had other things to
worry about. While maintaining her firm grip on my genitals, my sister
swung her hips forward, legs bent at the knee, and with a grunt got to
her feet. As she straightened up, I felt my balls being yanked upwards!
 
In self-defense, I desperately jumped up, trying to put my arms around my
kid sister's big shoulders. Her body was so hard and firm that I kept
slipping down, but finally I was able to vault up, clinging on to
Rebecca, for dear life. "P-Please, R-Rebecca," I stammered, "I'm so sorry
I did this! Please let go of my balls and let me down, and I'll untie
your wrists and ankles for you!"
 
Instead of calming Rebecca down, what I said just angered her more.
Hopping over towards the wall as I bounced on her broad back and
shoulders, she gave a grunt and threw me off of her. Her body was so
powerful that she had me sliding up the wall. Before gravity could take
its course, Rebecca leaned her body towards me and her breasts caught me
under my ribcage, keeping me pinned to the wall, my legs more half a foot
off the ground, so that I was at eye level with her.. And of course, her
wrists were still tied behind her back!
 
"I'll be damned if I'm going to EVER have to rely on your help to untie
me or anything else, you little piece of shit!" Rebecca seethed at me. I
hadn't realized it, but I had insulted her by offering to untie her. "And
I don't need my hands to give you a couple of shiners!"
 
  Slowly, deliberately, my sister arched her neck back like a cat and she
head butted me just below my left eye. She repeated this process with the
right eye and then stepped back, letting me crash back to the floor.
 
I was astounded at what had just happened. My sister, with her bound
limbs, had beaten me up! I hadn't been able to hurt her with my free
hands, while Rebecca had given me a fat lip, a busted, bloody nose,
battered my body, tortured my balls, and now, she had just managed to
give me two black eyes!
 
Rebecca hopped to her closet. I was too weak to do anything but watch as
she kicked the closet door open. Her long soccer shirt was hanging there,
and she ducked underneath, and stood up, her head coming up through the
top of the shirt, pulling it off of the hanger. "Sorry to deprive you of
the sight of your naked sister, you little pervert!" Having dressed
herself she hopped back over to me, pulling her bound wrists out from
under the bottom of the back of the shirt.
 
I couldn't take it any more. I thought that I had disabled Rebecca to the
point where I could slap her around and beat her up, but instead she was
able to handle me as easily as ever! I decided that if I couldn't get the
advantage over her, I had better get away from her fast. And even after
what I had just endured, I figured that I could. After all, her ankles
were tied together, while both of my legs were free. And she couldn't
grab me, since her hands were tied behind her back. It would be cowardly
to run away from my kid sister like that, but it was better than staying
there and letting her continue to torment me. So I took a deep breath
and, hoping to catch Rebecca off guard, I suddenly jumped to my feet and
sprinted towards the door.
 
I hadn't gotten two steps towards the door before out of the corner of my
eye I saw Rebecca jump up towards the bed. She bent her legs and when her
bound feet hit the side of the mattress, she straightened her legs and
vaulted towards me. As she flew through the air, Rebecca rotated her body
so at the same time she was slamming into me, her body rolled into mine,
taking me down in a hands-free tackle!
 
Although all my limbs were free and none of hers were, Rebecca kept me
firmly pinned to the floor with her more formidable body. Not only was
she larger than me, she was in such great shape that her body was
incredibly dense, and I couldn't move an inch.
 
Rebecca pushed her body off of me, flipped around and slammed her elbows
into my ribs as she landed on her back, laughing at my surprised groans.
She elbowed me repeatedly in the ribcage and gut. Then, elbows digging
into my solar plexus, I felt Rebecca's feet poke around mine. She pinched
my right shoelace with her bare toes and pulled until it was untied.
Using the rope that bound her ankles, she pushed at my shoe until it slid
off of my foot. She repeated the process with my left shoe. Her pinching
toes then pulled off my socks, leaving me barefoot.
 
Moving back until her now clothed ass was over my face. I thought that
she was going to fart in my face, as so many of her friends had done in
the past, but instead she just leaned back, bent her legs until her feet
were on my chest. Rebecca grabbed the collar of my shirt with her hands
(which, need I remind you, were still tied behind her back). With a grunt
she pushed herself up into a standing position, pulling my shirt clear
off of my body in the process.
 
Rebecca jumped down and landed in a seated position on my belly, nearly
knocking the wind out of me. She spun around to face me and leaned back.
I felt her fingers unbuckling my belt, then she stood up again, pulling
the belt off of me, before swiftly sitting back down. I was so battered
that I didn't even have the strength to move out of the way. Her strong
fingers were now working on opening my fly. She gripped my pants and
underwear and gave another grunt as her powerful body somersaulted back,
taking my clothes with me. With her wrists and ankles tied up, she had
not only beaten me up, not only tackled me when I tried to escape, but
now, she had stripped me naked!
 
I was in such shock and fear that although my "big-little" sister was
momentarily off of me, I was unable to move from my position on the
floor. Rebecca hopped over to where I had left the two unused pieces of
rope, grabbed them with her toes and hopped back towards me. She kicked
me onto my stomach and sat down hard on my back.
 
Through my pain, I could feel Rebecca's fingers tie the rope tightly
around my right wrist. She shifted, grabbed my left arm and pulled it
over so my two wrists were together behind my back. My sister's strong,
nimble fingers worked fast, and in less than a minute, my sister had
tightly tied my wrists behind my back, while her wrists were still tied
behind her's!
 
My head was spinning in disbelief that Rebecca was able to manhandle me
as easily as she was considering her supposed "disadvantage". While I was
feeling sorry for myself, I felt my sister tying my ankles together with
the other piece of rope. Now, I was bound and naked while my sister,
still bound, had managed to clothe herself.
 
But Rebecca wasn't content with stripping and binding me. She maneuvered
over to where my belt was, looped it around the rope that tied my ankles
and the rope that tied my wrists, and yanked it hard, suddenly snapping
into a hog-tied position, with my back bending painfully backwards. Then
she pulled my laces off of my shoes and wound them tightly around my
balls, tying them into a neat bow that she could pull at with her pinky,
causing me intense pain.
 
Rebecca sat back down on the floor shifted to her back. She leaned back
as if she was going to do a backflip, pushing her arms as far forward as
she could. Slowly, she brought her legs up between her wrists and pushed
at the rope that bound them. She gave a grunt and suddenly both ropes
snapped together, freeing her arms and legs.
 
As usual, Rebecca's victory was decisive and total. At the beginning of
the encounter, Rebecca was naked and tied up. But now Rebecca  had ME
tied up and naked, and then freed herself. I knew that I was in deep
shit.
 
I was terrified that Rebecca was now going to beat me within an inch of
my life. There was no question that she was capable of killing me,
easily, with her bare hands, or maybe even without them! But instead,
seemingly ignoring me, she dressed, went downstairs and made herself 
breakfast, leaving me bound on her bedroom floor.
 
About an hour later I heard the doorbell ring. I couldn't make out what
was being said, but obviously Rebecca was relating to the visitors what
had just happened. I heard a happy female laugh in response. The voice of
the laugh sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. Then I heard
footsteps coming up the stairs. The girl, upon seeing me, broke into
hysterical laughter. Warily, I looked up. It was my little cousin,
Melissa! And with her, shuffling nervously, was her big brother Bill!
 
I hadn't seen  my cousins since Thanksgiving, when Rebecca humiliated me,
and Bill as well, in front of our family. Bill was the oldest cousin
of our generation, but on Thanksgiving (see Part 2) Rebecca made him pay
for trying to get her to stop bullying me. Melissa is the youngest cousin
of our generation, and she had taken special delight in what Rebecca had
done to me and to her brother. In fact, she was the lookout in front of
my room on Thanksgiving evening while her two sisters and another cousin
abused her brother. Now, I was in an even more humiliating position than
I had been in November!
 
"Wow, Becky, you're awesome!" lisped Melissa. "And thanks so much for
making Willie follow my sister's and my orders! Mom and Dad have no idea
what's going on! They think that our darling brother suddenly decided to
be attentive to his little sisters. Little do they know that he's now our
full-time slave!"
 
Rebecca smiled proudly. "I was happy to threaten him with bodily harm if
he refused to obey your every order, but I'm sure that he has learned
that even without my warning, the three of you could take care of him
yourselves!"
 
"We sure can, Becky!" responded Melissa. He's even seen that I can hurt
him whenever I want, all by myself!" Melissa sounded like the little girl
that she was. "You should have seen how miserable Willie looked when I
told him that he was going to drive me here for the weekend! It was the
last thing that he wanted to do, but thanks to you, he has learned never
to refuse the commands of his little sisters!"
 
"I knew you wanted to have some fun with Tiny Tim here," said Rebecca, so
I figured that as long as he was tied up anyway, I would leave him that
way, so it would be easier for you."
 
"No way, Becky!" exclaimed Melissa. "I'm going to beat him fair and
square, without any advantages! I want to prove to you and to myself that
I can do it!" Melissa then bent down to untie the knots that bound my
feet and ankles. She hadn't even said hello to me, and now she spoke to
me for the first time. "Okay, Timmy, I'll give you a minute to loosen up.
Then we're gonna fight!"
 
I got to my feet and tried to rub some life into my arms and legs. My
mind was racing, still trying to comprehend what was happening.
 
"Bill may be bigger than me and my sisters," Melissa lisped proudly to
Rebecca, "but like you showed us, he has a vulnerability that all men
have, and that no women have! They have balls, and you can make them do
what you want by hurting their balls, or even the fear they have that you
might hurt their balls! And the coolest thing is how ashamed a man
becomes when a girl makes him afraid of her!" Melissa turned to me. "And
now, Timmy boy, you better try to protect your little balls from me.
That's your only chance!"
 
It wasn't even 10:00 am yet, but I had already suffered enough for a
lifetime that morning. Foolishly,  I tried to appeal to my sister for
mercy. "Rebecca, please, don't let Melissa hurt me. I never did anything
to her to deserve this!" I turned to my cousin. "Melissa, please, I'll do
anything you want, but please don't fight me!"
 
Melissa giggled. "I already have my big brother at my beck and call. I
don't need another slave, Timmy. I don't want you to do anything for me.
I just want to show that I can hurt you just because I feel like hurting
you!"
 
I turned to Rebecca, my eyes pleading. My sister just sighed. "Timmy,
Melissa told you flat out that she was going to hurt your balls.
Personally, I think it was very nice of her to let you know in advance
what she is planning to do. And do you realize how pathetic you sound,
pleading with her? I mean, you're a 19 year old college man and Melissa
is a 13 year old junior high school girl! And for someone who started the
day by tying up his sister while she was asleep, you sure have alot of
nerve pleading with me for mercy!"
 
"You say he's got nerve, Becky?" chirped Melissa. "I would say that he
has BALLS!"
 
As she lisped the word "balls," (the way she said it, it sounded like
"balth") Melissa swiftly swung up her sneakered foot and smashed it into
my exposed genetalia. I crumpled to the ground. In my intense pain, I
could sense little Melissa jumping up and down as she cackled in delight.
"I did it, Becky!" squealed Melissa. "I told you I could do it!" Then I
felt a small hand grab the hair on the back of my neck. My cousin was
pulling me back up! "I'm not finished with you, boy!" she warned. It was
disconcerting to hear the newly authoritative tone of Melissa's voice,
spoken with her familiar girlish lisp.
 
Again I was on my feet. Melissa smiled mischievously at me from the other
end of the room, enjoying the look of fear in my eyes as she slowly
advanced towards me. Rebecca chuckled as I backed up until I hit the
wall. As Melissa approached, I put my hands down to cover my balls.
"That's what I wanted you to do, Timmy!" purred my cousin. "Try to
protect your balls. I just want to show you how futile your efforts are!"
With that she kicked my hands, which parted as her foot smashed through
them and pounded my balls once again.
 
As I was on my knees trying to recover from the latest onslaught, I heard
Melissa ask Rebecca for the spool of rope that I had first used to tie my
sister up with, and that she then used to tie me up with. "Get back on
your feet, Timmy boy!" hissed Melissa. "We're going to enjoy the rest of
the day here, but we want you out of the way for a while. So I'll tell
you what I'm doing. I'm gonna tie you up, right now, and I want you to do
your best to try to stop me!"
 
Melissa deftly tied one end of the rope into a loop and swung it around
like a miniature lasso as she slowly stepped towards me, a mischievous
smile on her lips, her eyes glistening with girlish excitement.
 
As I crouched in a defensive position, trying to anticipate Melissa's
attack, a wave of shame came over me. This was my baby cousin, and I was
afraid of her! Even though my own baby sister now towered over me, I was
still taller than little Melissa! But she had already proved her ability
to pierce my meek defenses and attack my balls. And after the way I had
been traumatized by Rebecca, and since Rebecca was encouraging Melissa, I
found myself afraid of the kid. Melissa, on the other hand, had an air of
supreme confidence as she advanced towards me.
 
Melissa may have been younger and smaller than me, but even then, she was
smarter than me. She faked me out, feigning a kick to the balls, but
instead kicking my shins. I yelped in pain and stuck out my hands to try
to stop any further attack. But that's exactly what Melissa wanted! She
slipped the loop of her rope over my left wrist, gave a tug and suddenly
the loop was pulled tightly around the wrist.
 
"Okay, Timmy, put your right writht behind your back!" lisped
Melissa.When I  balked, she swiftly pulled on the rope and grabbed the
pinky finger of my left hand. I screamed as she twisted. The pain was so
great that I hurriedly pulled both wrists behind my back. Melissa and
Rebecca both laughed at my sudden eagerness to comply with my cousin's
demand.
 
Once Melissa had my wrists tied behind my back, she suddenly swept her
leg around and kicked me just under the shins, causing me to pitch
forward. Since I couldn't break my fall with my hands, I landed with a
thud, my knees, chin and nose all banging the ground, sending me rolling
on the floor in pain.
 
Before I realized what had happened, Melissa tightly bound my ankles
together and ran the rope through the loop that tied my wrists. Pushing
with her foot on my back, she painfully hog-tied me into a grotesque,
backwards-bending ball. I was completely immobilized on my knees, and
Melissa contemptuously kicked me in the face, sending me rolling, once
again, in pain on the floor. She looked down at me with satisfaction, and
then with a gleeful, girlish shriek of victory, she high-fived Rebecca as
they left the room, leaving me bound and alone.
 
My sister and cousin continued to treat me like shit the rest of the
weekend. When I wasn't driving them shopping, I was kept bound hand and
foot. At Melissa's suggestion, I was made to go to bed at 7pm while
Melissa and Rebecca enjoyed themselves. After all the indignities heaped
on me by my "little" sister, it was still supremely humiliating to be
forcibly put to bed by a girl little more than a child herself.
 
The girls didn't let up on me until Mom and Dad got back on Sunday
afternoon. It was a relief to be able to sleep freely and unbound, but I
knew that Rebecca would, as always, find devious ways to dominate me.
Therefore, I did the only thing that I could think of. I ran away.
 
Classes didn't resume for a few weeks, but in the middle of the night, I
sneaked out of the house, jumped into the car and headed back towards
college. I know that it was a cowardly thing to do, and my parents
wouldn't understand, but I just couldn't take it any more.
 
I half-expected Rebecca to show up at my door some time over the next few
days, but she didn't. The fact that I heard nothing from her was
strangely even more frightening than her presence would have been.
 
At first, I foolishly thought that Rebecca might have finally tired of
tormenting me. But as it turned out, what my kid sister had in mind for
me was far more debasing than anything she had done to me up to that
point.
 
To be Continued and Concluded in Part 6