Princess Kimberly, pt. 1: Brother no more
By Violet Violence
Little sister subjugates her brother through careful planning and some ballbusting


Adults only.

"Is that what I think it is?" asked Phil excited. "Yes," answered Pete, "a two
hundred dollar mp3-player. I can convert all my CDs on the hard drive. How
cool is that?" "But how did you get the money?" asked Phil bewildered. "Heh, I
stole it from my parents. Little by little of course, they don't suspect
anything."

Pete and Phil were neighbours and best buddies. At fifteen years old they were
spending the last summer before high school hanging around in town, doing all
kind of mischief and harassing girls. They thought they had it pretty good
actually. However Pete's 14-year old little sister Kimberly happened to pass
by his brother's room and hear just enough to make her blush with
anticipation. Finally an opportunity to get even with her bullying brother.
The siblings didn't get along at all, and Kimberly was often left with bruises
in her body and ego. But now the much needed leverage fell into her hands. She
went to her room to weave her plans and to wait Phil to leave. "I want some
time alone with my brother" she thought with a devilish grin on her face.

After a few hours Phil left, leaving Kimberly and Pete alone in the house. It
was Friday and their parents were on a weekend trip so Kimberly had the
privacy and the time she needed to execute her plan. She knocked on his door.
"What is it now, you little cow? I'm somewhat busy so leave me alone," shouted
Pete through the door. "Guess you're busy with that new gizmo. I happened to
hear your conversation with Phil and would very much like to have a little
chat with you," she replied with a very irritating tone. Pete's heart jumped,
he knew he was screwed. "I- I think you'd better come in then" he replied
awkwardly.

Kimberly entered the room with knowing expression on her face. She stood in
front of her brother, meeting his uneasy gaze. Both stood around 170 cm tall.
Kimberly had the face of an angel and shapely yet thin body just starting to
blossom. She wore a blue knee high skirt and a pink hoodie. Pete wasn't bad
looking himself, but her sister was among the most popular girls in their
school and a real looker. This made Pete just more irritated with her. "Is it
money you want or what?" he asked opening the game. "I don't want your stolen
money. Here are the terms: you do everything I tell you to for the rest of the
weekend. Otherwise I'm afraid that I have to tip mum and dad about your theft.
What kind of son would do a thing like that to his parents?" she said with
pretended awe in her voice. "Fuck you Kimberly. You tell them and I break your
nose. Now get the hell out of my room." He was bluffing and she knew that.
"Sorry, but the terms aren't negotiable. You do what I tell you to, or I'll
tell the parents and you're off to a boarding school. Got it? In the matter of
fact you'll be my slave. I really like that word, "slave". Mm-m, it feels
great in my mouth."

Pete was aware of his hopeless situation and dropped his act. He began with a
more friendly tone: "Ok sis, what's it gonna be? I'll clean your room and do
the dishes for the weekend. I'll even throw in a few sandwiches. How about
that?" Kimberly smiled. "How about you begin by taking your clothes off.
Slaves don't wear clothes in this house. But leave your undies on, I don't
want to see your little weenie." Pete was astonished. He instinctively started
towards her sister, fists clenched but stopped after a few steps. She was
smiling triumphantly. "Let's just say that I got you by the balls, big
brother. Even you're not stupid enough to not understand the situation. The
clothes, big brother, now!

Pete swallowed his pride. He would get even with her sister, but this wasn't
the time. Unable to meet her dominant gaze, he averted his eyes and began to
strip. When he was in his boxers, Kimberly told him to lie on the floor on his
belly. Pete felt something cold around his wrists and heard two snaps. She had
applied handcuffs to his wrists. "What the fuck are you doing, sis?" he
panicked. "I would be a little more careful with my choice of words and tone
if I were in you're position. I'm just making sure that you don't get any
funny ideas. Let's just say that I don't trust in your total obedience. Not
yet, that is."

Something dark in her little sister's voice made Pete really uneasy. He heard
her removing his belt from his pants. "Slaves have to be house broken,
naturally" she said, and lashed her brothers behind with the leather belt.
Pete winced. "You fucking bitch! Are you out of your fucking mind?" Kimberly
just giggled and gave his butt ten lashes more. Each was followed by screams
and obscenities from his brother's mouth. "You're a tough guy, I gotta give
that to you. But you got to learn to respect your little sister. In the matter
of fact, from now on you address me as Princess Kimberly, slave boy. I want to
hear you say "I'm Princess Kimberly's slave boy". Say it!" she shouted and
encouraged her brother with a good ten lashes more. To her disappointment the
only sound to escape her brother's lips was repressed bleating. "You got some
balls, boy slave. I think we'll pay a little attention to them next," she said
and giggled to her witty choice of words. Pete started to drag himself
desperately away from his sister who concluded that her choice of target was
right. "So, it's the balls that are his most sensitive part. This shall be
fun," she thought to herself licking her lips enthusiastically. "You look so
pathetic, boy slave, trying to wriggle away are you? Fat chance. Just say "I'm
your slave Princess Kimberly" and we can avoid this unnecessary violence."
"Fuck you bitch, let me go!" he shouted. It was the kind of answer Kimberly
really wanted to hear. She started to turn her brother over to his back.
Having succeeded in this she stood on chest, preventing Pete to turn over. He
swore and trash but couldn't budge her. The handcuffs hurt under his back and
he had no leverage with his hands trapped. "No peeking!" giggled his sister,
knowing that Pete had a view under her skirt. She lashed his balls with the
leather belt, quite gently really, but the effect was more than she could have
hoped for: Pete let out a long wail and succumbed to Kimberly immediately.
"Please Princess Kimberly I'm your slave please please don't hurt me
please..." Kimberly was giddy with joy. "Sorry, boy slave, you have to take
one more to compensate your previous disrespect. Just open your legs wide and
expose those vulnerable little balls." Pete was desperate. He put his thighs
together and tried to protect his genitals and begged Kimberly to stop. "I'll
rip your balls right off if you don't obey. Come on, it won't be so bad," she
cooed and stomped his chest with her bare foot. Pete broke in tears and did as
her sister told her. She felt a new, warm sensation between her legs as she
heard Pete's sobs. She gave her brother's boxer covered balls without mercy
and stepped off him.

She drank the sight of her quivering sibling with great pleasure. He was
totally at her mercy, and she didn't have any to spare. Apart from the
satisfaction of vengeance, a new feeling was getting hold of her. She felt her
nipples get hard and hers panties moisten. "On your feet, slave!" she snapped
and Pete complied instantly. The task was harder to carry out though, with his
hands cuffed behind his back and his head foggy with pain. Finally he stood in
front of her, in his boxers, head hung and sobbing. "So these are the most
vulnerable part of a man," she said gripping Pete's balls through his boxers.
He winced, she giggled. "Feeling helpless? Feeling afraid, little boy? Afraid
of your little sister? How about if I crushed these little ballsies?" Between
his sobs Pete begged her not to. "Maybe I'll save them. You'd make a great boy
toy for Jill, maybe I give you to her? Pete's sobs got more frequent. Jill was
Kimberly's best friend, a posh little bitch who irritated Pete more than
Kimberly, if that was even possible. "Of course I'll have to check the
merchandise before giving a present to my best friend, right?" She giggled as
she reached for scissors and cut of his boxers exposing his balls and limp
penis. "Such a pathetic little weenie! Jill wouldn't have nothing to do with
that," she said while slapping Pete's limp penis. "That gives me an idea! Lets
go to my room, slave," she said while using her brother's belt to leash his
genitals. "Now I got you by the balls literally as well. Tee hee! On your
knees, doggie!" Pete complied and Kimberly pulled the belt making Pete scream
and fall forward to his hands and knees. "Follow!" she ordered and pulled the
sobbing boy to her room.

There was a post supporting the roof in the middle of Kimberly's room. She
tied Pete from his handcuffs to it with stockings. Pete couldn't do anything
but stand naked and ashamed in front of her sister and wait her to finish her
sadistic plans. She took her time, admiring her handiwork from the comfort of
her bed and taking photos of him with her digital camera, giggling. "You must
think that I'm being very cruel and unfair," she finally said. "However, I
will give you a fair chance to free yourself." He raised his head and looked
her sister expectantly. "In the matter of fact you don't have to do anything,"
she said stripping her sweater slowly. "Just keep your little weenie limp in
front of your little sister. I don't even get to touch you. How about that?"
She continued while taking off her jeans. "She must be out of her mind,"
thought Pete to himself. "She is my little sister, and an annoying piece of
shit in addition. This is easy", he thought and nodded to Kimberly, who was
beginning her striptease. Kimberly smiled wickedly as she adjusted her pink
push-up bra and matching panties –she made sure to pull her panties to tight
that her ass and wet, swollen pussy lips wouldn't go unnoticed. She was a
virgin and sexually inexperienced, but she was very well aware of the effect
her perfect round ass and pert C-cup breasts had on men. She loved to tease
the guys in their school, paying attention to the bulges that appeared in
their pants after a moment of chat with her cleavage. She instinctively knew
that this was a great power, and decided to break and humiliate her brother
completely with it. "After all, the penis is what makes boys to be boys, the
symbol of their power. I'll take that away from him, control him through it.
After I break his ego with his penis, I can brake whatever I want to," she
thought to herself, purring like a cat in heat. Her brother's confidence soon
turned to poorly hidden desire: as hard as it was to admit, her sister was a
stunning sight. His desire turned to hate, and his hate to fear. Mixed
feelings raced in his mind as her sister circled the post, letting every curve
of her body to sink in, taking sadistic pleasure with every sway of hips,
knowing the pain and horror it caused to her brother. "Yes!" she thought with
glee as she saw Pete's penis slowly start to twitch, "He's mine". She circled
her brother a few more times, making the pleasure of manipulation and power
last longer. Finally she stopped in front of him, turning her back to him.
Then, only half a meter away from him, she started to reach her toes with her
fingers. "Just stretching out, boy slave," she said. The pink fabric of her
panties tightened and exposed the moisture and her pussy lips to the boy.

She turned to face him triumphantly to, but the boy still had some fight left:
he just waited there, limp penis lightly throbbing and eyes closed, trying to
escape to the sanctuary of darkness. "Ha! I can play dirty too, you know," she
said stepped closer to him. She could smell her fear and sweat, which was
shining on his desperate face, and she knew he could smell her excitement. She
put her lips to his ear and started to make fake moans just like the women in
trashy porn flicks she had found in his room. Pete was crushed but still tried
to fight the sadistic girl with all willpower left. Between her orgastic
moaning Kimberly said things like "would you like me to touch it?" and "give
in, weak male, and I'll lick it". Pete tried to escape this sexual predator
into the darkness, but it was no use. Throb by throb, moan by moan, she was
playing him like an instrument. A devilish giggle and the twitching of his
penis against his belly told him that he had lost. "Aww, you poor little boy.
Looks like your mine. It is only right though because I seem to control your
body better than you do. How humiliating, I am your sister you know! Pathetic
pervert." Pete quietly sobbed with shame.

Kimberly knew that this wasn't a sibling fight anymore. This was a battle
between the sexes, and the female was the conqueror. "I must apologize the
comments I made about your weenie before. I didn't know it would get so much
bigger," she giggled. She studied the throbbing stately organ with awe. Soon
pre-cum began to develop on the tip of the penis. "Disgusting! What is that?"
She asked him with genuine wonder in her voice. She wiped the precum with the
end of the cock leash, careful not to touch the penis with her fingers. She
made Pete lick the leash clean, threating to crack his testicles if he
wouldn't obey. As he finally did, she felt a rush of moisture between her
thighs. She wanted to push his brother to his limits, to really break his ego.
She dipped her finger in her pussy and made him suck the juices off it. He
sobbed and begged her to stop, but this only excited Kimberly more. Her
cleavage seemed to keep his penis hard and throbbing for release. Kimberly
used this to humiliate and taunt him further, rubbing her tits together inches
away from her brothers face, forcing him to watch, and commenting the
increased pace of throbs whenever she exposed a nipple. After she got tired of
this she cut Pete loose from post but kept the cuffs on. She sat on her bed
and started to finger her clit, pulling Pete on the floor by the leash. He
responded with a sigh of agony and fell on his knees. Amused by this, Kimberly
began to pull the leash rhythmically, enjoying her brother's whining and,
finally, panting. She knew what she was doing to him: in his porn films men
always pumped their cocks and sprayed women's faces with their sperm, a word
that she had catched in a human biology lesson. "Enjoying this, are you?" she
asked. Pete broke into tears once more. "Please, Princess Kimberly, I'll do
anything. Just don't make me...just don't..." forcing her brother to suck her
toes simultaneously, looking into his tearstained eyes, controlling him with
the cockleash, enjoying the power. He wasn't her brother anymore, he was an
enslaved male, a boy toy, his balls her spoils of the gender war. "If I come
before you I just might show you some mercy", she said while quickening her
tugs. He started to moan between her sighs, her toes in his mouth. His
resistance lasted for two minutes. She licked her lips when she felt the warm
liquid spraying against her leg, feeling the twitches of his body, his
ultimate surrender and humiliation. She let out and evil giggle which turned
into orgastic squeal when she brought herself to the night's first climax.

After making Pete lick her legs clean of his cum, she opened the handcuffs.
She was now sure of his complete emasculation and servitude. She had broken
him physically, overpowered him with her sexual power and outwitted him with
her cruel mind. "The parents

won't be home until Sunday. That leaves us alone for two days. Don't even
think of running away, unless if you wish me to spread the photos and tell mum
and dad about your acquisition. I got you, boy, I got you good. Now get the
hell out of my room!" He crawled to the corridor. She followed him to the
treshold. "Face me!" She yelled. "Kiss my feet goodnight!" He obeyed. "Turn
around!" she barked commands with new found authority. "Spread your legs,
slave. Expose those vulnerable balls so I can kick them." He begged for mercy,
but still obeyed. She waited a few seconds, enjoying her brothers pathetic
whines and them kicked his genitals, leaving him crying on the corridor floor.

Kimberly lay on her bead and stared at the ceiling, thoughts whirling in her
head. She had fingered herself to orgasm already three times. She imagined a
boy between her thighs, a boy slave for her to use. Pete was still her brother
and she felt that raping him would be a bit too much, although the idea had
passed her horny mind. She fantasised about the cute guys in her class. She
fantasised about breaking them, subjugating them with her new found girl power
and using them for things she didn't know names for. "We have the whole
weekend for ourselves though," she thought while reaching her fourth orgasm,
giggling to herself. She knew she was mad with power, but she couldn't have
cared less.

Pete was crying out of pain and humiliation. His balls were in pain, but the
sexual torture was the worst to get over, it made him feel so weak and dirty.
Her sister had set a perfect trap for him and he was entangled in her web. But
his fear had already started to turn to hate and plans for a revenge developed
in his bleak thoughts.