Slave Brother Part I: Katarina Makes Me a Slave When I look back on the last eight years of my life, sometimes I can� help but wonder where it all started. Apparently, my eighteen year old sister Brittany has the same feelings, because after finding out from the internet that other older brothers were slaves to their younger sisters, she ordered me to make a full report of my descent into slavery. My name is Jim, and I am the oldest of four children. After me came my sister Katarina, then Wendy, and Brittany is my youngest sister. I� 26 now, but when this all began I was only 16, Katarina was 13, Wendy was 10 and Brittany was 8. I am locked in a cock cage as I write this, and Brittany has me watching and listening to porn, so that I will become all the more sexually aroused. The cage has a special design so that when my penis starts to get erect, it is pricked by a series of plastic points, causing moderate pain that becomes more intense the more erect I become. She says that she will let me out to relieve myself when the story has been told. Of course, I� only allowed to masturbate very rarely, and whenever I do I must always eat my own cum. I was never the best older brother in the world. In fact, I wasn� a very good older brother at all. My parents are both salespeople, so they�e on the road a lot, and I used to be the one that they would turn to when they were both going out of town for a while. I was supposed to be responsible enough at 16 to take care of my younger sisters, but I always abused that authority. While I could, I bullied my sisters more than I care to admit. Of course, they�e gotten their revenge and to spare, but nevertheless, I brought this on myself, as they constantly remind me. It was the start of the summer before my junior year in high school when Katarina turned me into her slave. My parents were on an extended business trip and would be gone a week, and I was up to my usual way of running the household in their absence. Although it was only 8 PM, I had already ordered my two younger sisters to bed, and the only reason I was letting Katarina stay up was so that she could finish washing the dishes. I was sitting in front of the television watching some show or other, and Katarina was in the kitchen. I called out to her to grab me a beer out of the fridge and be quick about it, and she came into the room. �hy do you think you can treat me like a slave?�she asked. I told her that because I was older and stronger, it was the natural order of things that she do as I say. This was a bad move. �o you�e saying that if I could beat you in a fight, then the natural order of things would be for you to be my slave?�she asked. �eah, right,�I replied, �ike that would ever happen. But if you�e crazy enough to want to try, I�l kick the crap out of you. Just don� go crying to mom and dad when they get back. Remember, you asked for this.� ��l say the same to you then. So it� agreed. You and I will fight, and whomever loses will become the slave of the other, no arguments, no running to mom or dad, and total obedience. I� game if you are.� �et� do it,�I said, and took off my shirt to reveal my muscular physique. I thought to intimidate my little sister with my six pack. I� spent the previous year working out with some friends of mine from the football team and was pretty well muscled. My sister just gave a little chuckle, though, which made me a little unnerved. Then she took off her skirt, revealing her blue cotton knickers underneath. She had amazing legs, and I felt my cock stir a little from looking at them, despite my best efforts. I also noticed that her legs were very well toned, but I didn� think too much of it, because she was a girl, and I was a big strong male. I should have been more careful. �ou ready?�she asked. Instead of answering I just charged her. I figured one good hard punch and she� be begging me for mercy. I guess I�e always been kind of stupid like that. She simply stepped aside, let me run past, then quickly pivoted and turned to kick me in the balls. I screamed in agony and fell to the ground. In a flash she was on top of me. She grabbed my left arm and twisted it behind my back till I thought she was going to rip it off. At the same time, she pulled down my shorts and boxers and put her knee directly on top of my aching balls. The pressure she applied was excruciating, and I didn� know which hurt more, my arm or my balls. She continued to apply pressure to my arm for several minutes while I struggled not to cry, then finally let go of it and grabbed the other one. Try as I might, I couldn� fight back because all I could think about was the pain in my balls. More than that, all my attempts to struggle against her caused my balls to pull, and with her knees firmly in place on them I was afraid they might rip off. After twisting my other arm until I thought it might break too, she finally let go of it. At this point, I couldn� move either arm and she was able to flip me over with ease. She did so, then grabbed my balls with her left hand and squeezed. With her right hand, she made a fist and started punching me in the face. At this point, I was sobbing wildly and she asked me if I was ready to submit. The idea of losing to my thirteen year old sister was too humiliating for words. �uck you, bitch!�I shouted at her, and she just sort of smiled and squeezed harder on my balls. � can keep this up all night,�she said in reply, �ou�e lost, Jimmy boy, and you can either admit it now and save yourself a lot of pain, or you can have that pain and admit it later. I�e wanted to take you down for a long while. Luckily for me I spent last weekend at my friend Julia� house. She showed me that if a female simply knows a boy� weak spot, she can win a fight with him anytime. She has her brother Todd by the balls, and he� a year older than you are. Face it, Jim, women are superior to men. It� only a matter of time before you all end up slaves to women who are stronger, smarter, and crueler than you could ever hope to be.� With that she squeezed even harder on my balls, and I cried out in pain. I was sobbing by this point, and could barely think straight. The things she said had to me really got to me. I knew Todd and had always looked up to him until about a month ago when he had turned into a total pussy who did whatever his sister told him to do. Now I knew why. What was worse, I knew that I was to share his fate. Todd had been a big man on campus, but now he was the school laughingstock. I didn� want that for me, but I couldn� take the pain anymore. Katarina was smiling now. �top it, please. I admit it. You win,�I sobbed, ��l do anything you ask, only please make it stop hurting.� I knew I was beaten. I could keep fighting, but at this point I had no hope of winning. At the time I thought I could wait until I had a chance to rest and heal, then catch her by surprise and turn the tables on her. I should have known she would be too smart for that. As she got up off of me she gave my balls one final kick, just to show me that even her mercy was going to be painful for me. �et up,�she ordered. I rose and stood before her, naked and ashamed. As the pain in my balls subsided, I found my cock rising to attention, despite my best efforts. �ou lost to me in a fight, and just as we agreed you are now my slave. However, I know better than to trust you. You have about as much honor as a toad, so I� going to make sure you don� ever try anything sneaky like coming at me from behind. I know I could beat you in a fair fight, and could probably beat you even if you snuck up on me, but just to be safe, I� going to take some incriminating photographs. Go upstairs and get a pair of Mom� panties. I want them to be pink and I want them to be lacy. Then, grab her vibrator out of the top shelf of the closet and come back down here.� I turned to go and she grabbed me by the balls and squeezed. �h, and one more thing, brother dear. From now on, you will address me as Mistress Katarina. You will never obey any command of mine without first saying, �es, Mistress Katarina.� Do you understand?� �es, Mistress Katarina,�I replied. �ood, you�e learning fast,�she said. I went quickly up the stairs to my parents�room. Looking through my mom� underwear drawer, I found a pair of panties that fit my sister� description. They were pink, with frilly laced edges, and they had little red hearts on them. Looking at them and thinking about what I was about to have to do, I started crying again. Still, by this point I knew better than to tempt my sister to hurt me, so I quickly grabbed the vibrator of the top shelf of my mom� closet. My arm was still in incredible pain from the twisting my sister gave it, so getting the vibrator made me realize how not ready I was to try to take her on again. Instead of plotting anything, I ran back downstairs to her. When I got there, she was holding a camera. She had put her skirt back on and was sitting in my father� chair. I came up to her and stopped. Naked, I stood there in front of her with a pair of pink panties in one hand and a vibrator in the other. In front of me rose my six inch erection. Katarina just smiled again. It was a smile that I had never really seen before that day, but I would grow quite used to it over the next several years. It was a smile of ownership. �hen you come into a room where I am sitting, you will kneel at my feet and kiss them,�she said. �es, Mistress Katarina,�I replied. Then I dropped to my knees and began kissing her feet with my battered lips. �top,�she said. I did. �ow stand up and put the panties on.� I got to my feet and pulled my mother� panties on. I wasn� fat, and my mother was an older woman with a little bit more weight than she had had in her youth, so they fit comfortably. The cotton felt good against my aching balls and swelling cock, and it also felt nice to have some sort of covering, even if it was only a pair of women� panties. But I knew that my sister was going to start taking pictures soon, and that only made me want to cry again. �tart sucking on the vibrator,�she ordered, � want to see some serious action. I want you to deep throat that vibrator. It�l be good practice for when I make you suck an actual cock.� I did as she had told me and she began taking photographs. It was harder than I anticipated. I couldn� seem to get my mouth open wide enough to get it down. I did the best I could, but it was clear my sister wasn� pleased with it. Still, she was getting her pictures. I knew that with those photographs I couldn� dare ever defy her again. Even if I could defeat her in a fight, she would simply have to spread a few of those pictures around school and I would be ruined. She owned me now, plain and simple. To make matters worse, I could definitely taste my mom on the vibrator. I had never been more humiliated in my life. After several minutes of photographing, after which time I was actually getting quite good at it, Katarina told me to stop. She sat in Dad� chair and made me kneel before her, my lips kissing the flloor at her feet. �ell, Jim,�she started, � new day is dawning for both you and I. The balance of power has shifted. You are no longer in charge. Instead, you are my slave. You must obey every command that I give you at any time, no matter who is present. When Mom and Dad are around I�l phrase my commands in the form of a request so that they don� catch on. I wouldn� want to lose my new slave because of parental interference. Otherwise, I�l order you, and it�l be perfectly clear to everyone that I am ordering you and that you are obeying. Failure to obey me immediately will result in punishment. Do you understand?� �es, Mistress Katarina,�I replied. �ood. Then I think it� time for you to go to bed. However, you do need to be punished for all the years prior to this when you mistreated me and my sisters. So tonight you sleep in the garage.� She then led me to the garage where she made me lie on the workbench. She grabbed the vise and put my balls in it. She tightened the vise, then chained my hands to the bench and behind my back so that I couldn� loosen it in the night. As she turned off the lights and closed the door, I realized how much my life had just changed. I spent that night in exquisite agony, my balls in a vise, both literally and figuratively. Brittany has ordered me to stop now, and continue the rest of my tale at a later time. Unfortunately for me, she tells me that she will not release me from my cage until the entire story is complete, so there will be no relief tonight.