Me, My Sister, and the Volleyball Girls, Pt. 2

by Elan, boh385@gmail.com

My sister and I receive further punishment at the hands of the volleyball amazons . . .

All week long, I was dreading Saturday night.  The thought of what Jen and the other volleyball girls might do to me terrified me.  Part of me hoped that maybe I'd be able to put up a better fight than my sister, just because I was a male after all, but deep down I knew that the reality was that my sister herself was probably stronger than me, and if she had been so easily subdued and humiliated by Ally, I stood no chance.  Ally and Jen pretty much left us alone at school in the days leading up to Saturday.  The only thing different from our normal routine was that Kira had to miss a couple days of soccer practice because of the slight groin strain she had suffered as she begged for mercy in Ally's debilitating and match-ending grapevine.  It even got to the point where I even thought that maybe the whole thing had blown over and tried to convince Kira that we didn't need to show up on Saturday. 

"No, we have to go.  I don't want Ally to humiliate me at school the way she did the other day."  My sister blushed as she recalled the embarrassing beating she had received.  "And do you have any idea what Jen would do to you if you don't show up?  There's a rumor that at her last school she was expelled after she she took some boy over her knee and spanked him in the cafeteria right in front of everyone.  She's much bigger than you, she'd kill you if we don't go.  Listen, I plan to confront Ally and tell her that this has to stop.  They've had their fun, and maybe they'll have a little more fun with us Saturday," she grimaced a little at the thought,"but it will end there.  And I know I'm no match for Ally, but if any of the other girls try anything with me, they'll get what's coming to them."

It was good to see that my sister had regained some of her confidence.  Although it was obvious Ally had permanently broken something in Kira, I was happy to hear that she still retained something of her former spirit.  And I couldn't argue with her logic, Jen had easily controlled me during the one sided fight between Ally and Kira, and it would be best to take my punishment like a man, in private, than to be humiliated in front of the entire school.  "Ok, Sis, we'll go, but let's try and make sure this is the last time we have to deal with them.  Jen and Ally are tough, but I think we can take some of the other girls."  Kira nodded in agreement, little did she know how wrong we were.

We stood outside of Ally's house and rang the doorbell at the appointed time on Saturday night.  Kira had made sure we were on time, hustling me along as I got ready with numerous references to "Miss Ally" and how there was no point in making her mad by showing up late.  I wore shorts and a t-shirt, and my sister was dressed in jean shorts and a tank top.  Suddenly the door swung open and there was Ally.  She towered over both of us, wearing jeans and a very tight t-shirt that clung to her body, revealing the shape of her massive breasts  and also showing off her toned abs.  "Ahh, the soccer jock and her wimpy brother, right on time, just like I knew you would be."

"Listen, Ally," my sister launched into what obviously was a prepared speech, "you proved your point the other day.  You're stronger than me and obviously a much better wrestler, but this has got to stop now.  Just let us go, you had your fun and you took my underwear, we won't bother you anymore, but we don't want to be part of your sick games."

Ally crossed her arms underneath her breasts and took a step towards Kira, looming over her and dwarfing the smaller girl.  In a steely voice, she said "What did you just call me?"

My sister blushed, clearly more than a little intimidated, "Um, Miss Ally, I'm sorry, Miss Ally.  Please, I'll call you whatever you want me to, just let us go.  Please!" we could both hear the desperation in her voice.

But Ally simply said "Follow me!" and reached out and cupped my sister's chin, forcing her face upward so that they were staring eye to eye.  The battle of wills ended quickly as my sister hastily responded, "Yes, Miss Ally!" and broke the eye contact, looking down at the floor in embarrassment.   It was obvious who was in charge as we followed the tall volleyball amazon into the house. 

The scene as we entered the living room was certainly like nothing I'd seen before.  It became apparent that Kira and I were not the only guests at this little soiree.  Reclining in a chair watching MTV was Jen, the brunette freshman with the powerful thighs who had held me helpless as Ally had humiliated and stripped my sister.  Two girls lounged on the couch also watching the television.  I recognized Joya and Liz from the volleyball team.  Joya was a beautiful Indian girl who stood 6 feet tall. She was known for her sweet and kind personality and her luscious, powerful legs.  As a sophomore, she was already one of the stars of the volleyball team.  Liz was a Junior.  She was one of the shorter members of the team, at about 5'7, her blond hair and c cup breasts made her one of the most popular girls at school. Kneeling at her feet and painting her toenails very carefully was a boy clad in a pink one-piece women's swimsuit with a thong back.  I recognized him as Matt, Karen's boyfriend who had originally started this whole ordeal for Kira and me by making the horrible mistake of picking a fight with Ally.  He looked up at us as we entered, face bright red with embarrassment, but said nothing and quickly returned to his task of toenail painting. 

"I'm sure you guys know Matt," Ally gestured at the boy in the girl's swimsuit, "He used to be your little slut  friend Karen's boyfriend, but now he belongs to Liz. Isn't that right, honey?" she laughed as she playfully tousled the kneeling boy's hair.

"Yes, Ma'am!" came the prompt reply from the degraded boy. 

Liz piped in, "And Karen doesn't even mind at all, do you dear?"  For the first time I noticed a girl standing in the corner.  She had a green tank top on, but was nude from the waist down with a pair of blue silk panties around her ankles.  Karen, my sister's friend and teammate, was an athletic girl in her own right.  But now she stood facing the corner, panties around her ankles, and her cute muscular butt was bright red.  She turned her head around to respond, and I caught a glimpse or her tear streaked face.  "No Miss Liz, whatever you say Miss Liz!"  The spanking had obviously had its intended consequences as Karen's stammering voice betrayed her fear of Liz and her wish to stay on the cute blonde's good side.

I was taken aback by the bizarre scene of domination, but my sister had clearly seen enough.  "Stop it!" she shouted, "You guys are sick!  What have you done to them?  C'mon guys, let's get out of here.  If we all work together, we can take these bitches."  Karen looked at my sister sympathetically, and she even reached towards her panties as if to pull them up, but she caught Liz's eye, who pointed sternly back to the corner, and Karen hurriedly stuck her nose back in the corner, sticking her red ass out for all to see.  Matt, too, merely looked at my sister as she made her little speech, then hung his head in shame and went back to his task.  Ally's face had darkened at my sister's words, but it was Joya, the leggy Indian amazon, who rose from her seat on the couch and walked menacingly towards Kira.  Like my sister, she also was clad in jean shorts and a tank top.  But the similarities ended there.  At 6 feet, she towered over Kira, and her muscular legs made my sister's look weak by comparison.  Her breasts were also a little larger than my sister's, although not nearly as big as Ally's.  I'd always thought of the sophomore as a sweet girl, but now she spoke with an ominous coolness in her voice, "Hey Al, looks like your girl could use some disciplining.  Lemme play with her for a little bit and I'll teach her to behave herself."

Kira was indignant, "I don't know who you think you are, but this is ridiculous.  Just because you're bigger than me . . . " but here my sister was cut off.  Ally had nodded her approval at Joya's suggestion, and the big Indian girl grabbed my sister, "Come with me, bitch."

My sister tried to resist, but the sophomore was just too strong.  The younger girl muscled one of my sister's arms behind her back, held it high at a painful angle, and simply marched my sister out of the living room, ignoring her protests and giving her a few powerful and painful looking swats on her butt whenever she resisted too strongly.

I opened my mouth to protest Joya's treatment of my sister, but thought the better of it when Jen stood up and started walking towards me. I was more than a little intimidated by the big freshman who had womanhandled me so easily during Ally's match with my sister. “I think it's about time we had our own wrestling match.” I took a step backwards, very afraid of the thought of having to go toe to toe with Jen.

Fortunately, Ally had other ideas, “No, not now Jen, I have something else planned for this little wimp. You'll get your chance with him later, I promise.” Jen looked disappointed, but it was clear that Ally was in charge here. I was relieved to at least have some respite from the encounter I had been dreading all week. At that moment the doorbell rang. “Ah, that must be her now.” Ally opened the front door and revealed a cute, Asian girl. I recognized her as Samantha, a senior who I had actually had a crush on for some time. She had made noise when she tried out for the wrestling team as a junior and made it, beating out several boys in the process. She had wrestled in a few meets, but then left the team abruptly for reasons I didn't know. Now the 5'4 wrestling jock stood before us in short jogging shorts and a t-shirt. She was panting heavily and drenched with sweat, as if she had just sprinted over here. Samantha gave me a passing glance, but all her attention was focused on Ally. The big girl pointed at the ground, and Samantha immediately dropped to all fours, crawled over to Ally, and planted a loud, smacking kiss on the crotch of the bigger girl's jeans.

“Good girl,” Ally said approvingly. At this point I wasn't surprised by anything, and the fact that this cute Asian girl was part of Ally's little harem was just another strange twist to this night. Looking at the panting girl on all fours, it was difficult to believe that she had once been a much admired wrestling jock. It was fast becoming apparent that Ally liked to dominate, humiliate, and ultimately break girls who were thought of as tough and athletic. She yanked Samantha to her feet by her hair and motioned for the both of us to follow her as she walked out of the living room. I looked at the Asian girl for a sign of what I should do, but she kept her head down and refused to make eye contact with me, shuffling along wordlessly behind Ally. I had seen what had happened to my sister when she had crossed Ally, so I thought for now the wise course was just to do as the big girl said.

As we marched down the hallway, we passed the bedroom where Joya had taken my sister.  The door was closed, but I could hear my sister pleading in a whiny voice, "Please, I'll behave!  I'll be good.  I'll be very well behaved.  I'll be a good girl!  I promise. Whatever you say.  Please, Mistress, no more!"  It appeared my sister's confidence that she could handle any of the girls besides Ally had been very badly misplaced.  I could only wonder what Joya had done to reduce my sister to such pitiful begging.

But I had worries of my own to concern myself with.  Ally roughly pushed me into another bedroom, and then did the same with the cute Asian girl.  "I'll be back in five minutes, and when I return, I expect you to be naked" Ally said, pointing at Samantha, "and you to be wearing her panties," directing her stern gaze upon me.  "Is that understood?"

In unison we both responded, "Yes, Miss Ally!"

When the door closed, we both looked at each other awkwardly.  We both understood that any of the girls probably could have stripped us and made us carry out their wishes.  But Ally was a master of humiliation, and she realized that it would be that much more degrading and embarrassing to make us do it ourselves.  Samantha tried to put on a brave face, "Well, I guess we'd better get started," and she pulled her sweaty t-shirt off, revealing a conservative black sports bra.  Within seconds that was off too, and I tried not to stare at her perky breasts, which were relatively large for an Asian girl, almost as big as my sister's.  I shrugged, embarrassed at the whole situation, and started removing my own clothes.  The next thing I knew, I had only my boxers left, and Samantha stood clad only in a pair of black silk panties with a t-back. 

"I'm sorry they're so girly, but this is what I was told to wear . . . usually Ally doesn't even let me wear panties."

"It's ok," I mumbled, humiliated at the thought of having to put on the sweat-soaked panties of this cute  senior girl who I'd had a small crush on.  Samantha doffed her panties and stood in front of me stark naked.  The first thing I noticed was the massive amount of pubic hair the Asian girl had.  I tried to hide my surprise, but Samantha must have caught me looking, because she immediately turned bright crimson and said, "Ally doesn't let me shave down there.  She says it's a privilege I have to earn."  Samantha was obviously mortified.  Staring at the Asian girl's hairy bush, all I could do was nod as I marveled at Ally's ability to completely dominate and humiliate her victims. 

I bent over to pick up the black lace panties and caught a whiff of their pungent aroma.  They were sopping wet with sweat, and covered with a smattering of dark pubic hairs.  Samantha blushed even more, if that was possible, "I'm sorry they're so sweaty, but Ally told me to sprint over here, and um, I've learned that when Ally says something, it's best just to do exactly as she says."

"It's ok," I muttered.  I started to slide my boxers down, but I just couldn't do it, it was too embarrassing to be naked in front of this pretty girl.

Samantha saw my hesitation, "Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't seen before. You've seen me naked she raised her arms and twirled around, "we're in this together" she tried to reassure me.

"I -- I -- well, I've never worn panties," I was aware how ridiculous the sentence sounded as soon as I uttered it.

Samantha giggled, "It's ok, they're not that bad, they can even be comfortable.  It's ironic, I wish Ally would let me wear panties, and here you are refusing to put a pair on.  It'll be fine, I've seen Ally do a lot worse to boys."

But I couldn't be persuaded by Samantha and I still hesitated.  I could see that the naked Asian girl was getting flustered, "C'mon, just put them on.  Our time is running out, they'll be back soon.  Trust me, you don't want to make Ally mad.  Please, put them on."  I could hear the desperation in Samantha's voice, she was terrified of what the amazon volleyball girl would do to us if we disobeyed.

But the truth was that I didn't really know what would happen if I disobeyed Ally.  I had seen her destroy my sister, but I hadn't felt her wrath first-hand.  Perhaps that's why I just couldn't force myself to put on this girl's panties, or perhaps it was just the embarrassment of the situation.  But for whatever reason, I just couldn't do it.  Samantha was basically begging me to wear her underwear, but I held firm.

After our allotted five minutes, the bedroom door swung open and Ally walked in.  Ally saw me still wearing my boxers and raised her eyebrows, "Did I not make myself clear?"

Samantha fell to all fours and started debasing herself at Ally's feet.  "Please, Miss Ally, I tried to convince him!  I did my part, I'm naked just like you ordered.  Please don't punish me!"

Ally pointed to the corner and looked down at the sniveling Asian girl at her feet, "Over there, head down, ass up!"  Samantha didn't hesitate and immediately crawled over to the corner of the room and pressed her forehead against the carpet, sticking her cute butt up high in the air.  I briefly wondered what Ally had done to her to inspire such abject fear, but soon I had no time to think about anything except for my own situation as Ally took two long strides towards me and got in my face.  I started to reassess my decision almost instantly, this big muscular girl stood about 4-5 inches taller than me and probably outweighed me by 30-40 pounds.  I had seen her in action, and I knew that she was a devastatingly powerful wrestler.  I guess feistiness must run in the family though, because part of me was convinced that although this older girl could probably give me a beating, she would never make me submit to her will.  "No, I'm - I'm, not g-g-g-gonna wear the panties!"  I tried to sound defiant, but my voice betrayed my nervousness.

Ally crossed her arms ominously underneath her massive globes, "We'll see about that.  Alright, boy,we'll have a  wrestling match.  If you win, I'll let you and your sister leave, and we won't bother you anymore.  But if I win, you're gonna wear those panties.  In fact, if I win, you'll be doing a lot of panty-wearing in the weeks to come," she laughed.

Now, I wasn't stupid.  I knew that Ally was the heavy favorite in our wrestling match.  But I reasoned that I'd seen her fight my sister, so I knew her strengths and weaknesses.  Most importantly, I knew that I had to stay away from her long and powerful legs.  She had never seen me fight, so she wouldn't know what to expect from me.  Also, I had seen the way she humiliated my sister, and part of me wanted revenge.  Finally, what did I have to lose?  Here Ally was, offering me a way out, however slim the chances of me winning were.  The worst that would happen was that I would take my punishment from this bitchy junior girl like a man.  I resolved that whatever happened in our match, I would not put those panties on.  Maybe Ally would knock me unconscious and slip them on me herself, but there was no way I was going to submit to her will.

"Let's go, bitch."  I shouted, and charged the taller girl.  Ally was taken aback, and I succeeded in tackling her to the ground.  I landed on top of the junior girl, basically sitting on her tits, and desperately tried to pin her arms to the floor.  But in spite of my best efforts, Ally was just too strong.  With a quick burst, she easily bridged out of my attempted pin,throwing me off her and diving on top of me.  I could see that she was trying to wrap her massive legs around me, and I desperately fought to avoid that, knowing that her legs could put an end to this match very quickly.  But ultimately the bigger girl's strength and athleticism won out and she managed to wrap her legs around my middle in a crushing bodyscissors as I lay flat on my back.  Just as I was about to scream my submission, I flailed about wildly and caught a handful of the bigger girl's hair.  Desperately I yanked, and for the first time in my life, I heard Ally squeal in pain.  She quickly released the bodyscissors and scooted away from me, clutching at her hair and scalp.

"Nobody pulls my hair, you little bitch."  And then she came at me.  I had thought I was doing well beforehand, but Ally's new level of aggression simply gave me no chance.  She was bigger, quicker, stronger, more athletic, and a better wrestler than me.  In about thirty seconds, she had muscled me onto my side and was holding my head in a painful front headscissors, my face inches away from her jean-clad crotch.  Then Ally powered down on the hold.  It was the first time I had felt her full power, and it felt like my head was in a vise.  I immediately submitted, tapping her thigh.

"Are you trying to submit, little boy?  Say it!" and she squeezed even harder.

"I give up!" I screamed my surrender, and thankfully Ally released me, unclamping her powerful thighs.

Ally laughed, "That was fun, but I didn't get to enjoy your head in my crotch as much as I would have liked."  Then the big girl peeled off her jeans, revealing an extremely skimpy pair of light green cotton panties.  I could see wisps of curly brown hairs sticking out from the front, and when she turned around to toss her jeans to the ground, I saw the the panties had a thong back.  It was the first time I had seen Ally in any state of undress, and my jaw practically dropped.  Looking at Ally's powerful hips and muscular thighs, it was obvious how she'd easily been able to crush submissions out of me and my sister.  "Luckily I just happen to be wearing my favorite facesitting thong," Ally chirped.  I gulped at the implied threat and took a step backwards.

But Ally was all over me.  My will to resist gradually faded as she put me through a clinic of holds.  Painful headlocks mashed my face into her breasts, vicious armbars threatened to separate my shoulder, and most of all, crushing scissor holds had me screaming in agony.  Every time I submitted, which was quite often, the big volleyball girl would put me into another hold before I even had a chance to recover.  Finally, I found myself locked in another tight front headscissor, this time with my face mashed against Ally's panties.  I was vaguely aware that I could smell her arousal as she held me there, but when she powered down, my only thoughts were of escape.  "I submit!" I yelled into her crotch.  But this time, Ally didn't let me go, she only squeezed harder.  My hands instinctively shot up to her powerful thighs, desperately trying to pry them apart.  My legs kicked helplessly.  Ally's mighty thighs didn't budge.

"Hmm, I might let you go," she said teasingly, "if you tell me how sorry you were and how much you want to wear those cute little panties."

"Please Ally!  I'm sorry, I never should have challenged you.  I'm sorry for pulling your hair.  Please, I'm begging you, let me go!"  The pressure on my head was almost unbearable.

"And the panties . . . ?"

I don't know what got into me at that point, but with my head stuffed high in the crotch of a superior, panty-clad girl, maybe I thought I could salvage what little I had left of my dignity, "No," I shouted defiantly into Ally's thong, and braced for the inevitable onslaught of power from her thighs.

"Stubborn, just like your sister, but I'll break you just like I broke her."  Instead of squeezing harder, Ally rolled me over onto my back and planted her sex directly on my face.  Then she started bumping and grinding, gyrating her hips and moaning with pleasure.  My face was simply along for the ride.  The thing was, as humiliating as it was for me to be trapped directly underneath the bitchy junior's vagina, all I was thinking about was how painful the experience was.  Ally was a big girl, and each time she bounced on my face, my head was slammed back into the unyielding floor.  Also, her position on my neck was crushing my throat and making breathing very difficult for me.  Breathing was indeed proving very tricky, and I had to gasp for air in between her vicious thrusts.  Finally I could take no more and gave in to the humbling facesit.

"I submit!  Get off my face."

Ally stopped her gyrations and raised up ever so slightly off my face, "Ask me nicely and maybe I'll consider it."

At this point I was prepared to be as nice as it took.  I just wanted to get the big girl off of my face.  "Pl-" but that was as far as I got as Ally sat back down hard on my face, once again covering my mouth with her panty-clad muff.  She smiled down at me, "What's the matter, pussy got your tongue?"  Our eyes locked briefly and the full weight of the humiliating situation bore down upon me.  All I wanted to do was to beg this girl to get her vagina off of my face, and she wouldn't even let me do that.  "Blink twice if you're ready to submit nicely." 

I quickly complied and Ally scooted back, off of my face, transforming the facesit into an extremely high and tight schoolgirl pin.  "Well," she said, "I'm waiting  . . . unless you want another taste . . . " and she menacingly scooted up and put her crotch over my face again.  I could see the outline of her sex staring me in the face.

Frantically I stammered, "No, please!  Don't sit on my face again, I'm begging you!  I submit, Ally, you're in charge.  I'll do whatever you say.  Please, no more!  Gawd, no more!"  I was near to tears at this point.

"Hmm, that was a little better, but what did you call me?"

I quickly realized my mistake, just as my sister had earlier.  "Miss Ally, I'm sorry Miss Ally," I practically sobbed, "Pretty please, don't sit on my face, you won the wrestling match."

"Well I know that, silly.  So you surrender?"

"Yes, I surrender!"

Ally sighed contentedly, "It never gets old hearing people say that to me.  Now will you behave yourself if let you up?"

"Yes Ma'am!"  I didn't even think about any other response.

"And the panties . .. ?"

"I'll put them on.  I promise.  Please, just let me up!"

Ally's tone had been somewhat playful up to this point, but now her voice hardened and she said sternly, "No.  Not only will you wear those panties, you will beg me to allow you to wear them when I'm done with you."  And with those ominous words, Ally scooted up and back onto my face.  The first facesit that Ally had subjected me to had been a bouncing and painful affair, but this time she had something different in mind.  Ally settled over my face and covered my mouth and nose with her crotch, creating a perfect seal, then she thrust her hips forward, plastering my head to the floor and really grinding her sex into my mouth.  I could taste her pubic hairs in my mouth.  In this position, it was just impossible for me to breathe.  My eyes looked up pleadingly at the big girl riding my face, but Ally didn't budge.  It was clear she intended to smother me out with her pussy.  I bucked and desperately tried to bridge her off, but the girl was just big and strong for me.  I started to get lightheaded after a couple minutes, and the last thing I remember before I passed out was hearing Ally laughing and taunting me from her perch on my face.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but it probably wasn't more than a few minutes.  When I woke up, I was still flat on my back and immediately realized that I was completely naked.  I could feel Ally's juices drying on my face.  Then Ally appeared, looming over me.  "Good, you're awake.  I'm not going to let you wash your face, you should get to know my scent, but feel free to wipe some of those hairs off your face, you look ridiculous."

I groaned in humiliation and brought my hand to my face, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.  Sure enough, a fair amount of Ally's sweaty pubic hairs appeared.  "Please, you've proven your point.  Haven't you humiliated me enough?"  I started to cry.

But Ally was merciless.  "Well, I think you've learned your lesson, and I certainly had my fun with you," she giggled and she reached down and plucked a few more of her pubic hairs of my face, "but we won't be done until you're begging me to wear those panties."  And before I even knew what was happening, Ally sat down on my chest and began intertwining her legs with mine.  I frantically started begging, but Ally lowered her massive breasts, not covered only by a black sportsbra, right onto my face.  "Not yet."  Then she locked in her grapevine hold and slowly started to flex her muscular legs.  Then she raised up and lifted her chest off of my face.

"Ok, now beg me to wear them!" came the order from Ally as she haughtily stared down at me.

And god did I start begging.  As Ally powered down on her brutal grapvevine hold that she used to finish her matches and break her opponents, I knew exactly how my sister had felt a few days earlier.  Any semblance of a match was long since over.  I had been humiliated, sat out, and stripped naked by this bigger amazon, but at that point, I didn't care about those things.  I just wanted the pain to to stop.  "Please Miss Ally!  Pretty please!  I'm begging you, let me wear the panties!  I want to wear them!  God I want to!  Please Miss, I'll do anything!"  And the thing was, I really did want to wear those panties.  Ally had broken something inside of me and I just wanted to please her, to make her happy and to make the pain stop.  I begged, and, sobbed, and pleaded for the torture to stop.

"That's what I thought, wimp." Ally finally laughed.  She powered down with one more vicious thrust that caused me to scream in pain, then she released me and stood up as I lay writhing on the ground, my groin muscles in agony from her torment.  "Well, what are you waiting for?  Go put them on.  Now!"

In spite of the pain in my groin, refusal did not even cross my mind for one second.  I wanted desperately to please Miss Ally and so I crawled over to Samantha's discarded black t-back panties and slowly slid them up my injured legs.  Samantha herself was still naked on all fours, "head down and ass up" exactly as Ally had ordered, her face pressed down against the carpet and her butt thrust high in the air.  I could tell she was not only embarrassed for me, but also for herself at the thought of some boy having to wear her dirty, sweat-soaked underwear. 

Finally Ally motioned for us that it was time to rejoin the rest of the group.  I hobbled behind her in my panties as she opened the bedroom door.  Behind us Samantha, totally nude, followed obediently.  Just as we came out of the the door, the other bedroom door opened and out walked Joya, the tall Indian girl, now clad only in a pair of skimpy pink cotton panties and a t-shirt and looking quite satisfied.  "Come Kiki!" she shouted sternly, snapping her fingers authoritatively.  I knew from experience that there was nothing my sister hated more than being called Kiki, but sure enough, she came scampering out of the room on all fours, completely nude, and with what looked to be a pair of panties in her mouth.  My sister was white as a sheet and had a wild-eyed, fearful look about her as she looked up awkwardly at Joya from her place on all fours.  Joya absentmindedly started petting her hair as if she were a real dog.

Ally laughed, "I see the soccer jock didn't give you too much trouble?"

"Oh, she was a bit feisty at first.  But I only had to discipline her a few times, and then she became very well behaved.  She's a very quick learner with the proper motivation. Isn't that right, Kiki?"

"Yes, Mistress!" my sister's response was immediate and enthusiastic, if somewhat muffled by the panties in her mouth.  Whatever the tall Indian girl had done to achieve her obedience had clearly been extremely successful.

"Wow, looks like you have her pretty much under your thumb, Joy, I'm guessing that's not the only thing the bitch spent some time under in there." 

Joya blushed and said  a little defensively, "Well, she did need to be trained after all.  If I happened to get a little pleasure sitting on her face, that's just an added bonus.  Anyways, Al, watch how well she's trained."  Suddenly Joya clapped her hands twice.  My sister immediately dropped the thong panties from her mouth and rolled over onto her back and started playing dead.  Another strident clap from Joya and Kira was back on her haunches, facing her mistress, hands tucked under her chin as if begging for a treat, and perhaps most humiliating, her tongue lolling out as she audibly panted.  Three claps from the Indian amazon sent my sister back to all fours, this time barking and growling like a feral dog.  At a final snap of Joya's fingers, my sister bounded over to the recently discarded thong, and fetched the panties with her mouth, once more trotting back to her mistress.  I stood there in my own panties, gaping at my sister's extreme humiliation.  Joya, the sweet Indian girl who had always seemed so nice and bubbly, had reduced my once proud sister to little more than a pet (and a very obedient one at that) in the span of about half an hour.

Ally just giggled at the whole embarrassing display.  "I can't believe anyone ever thought this girl was tough.  Well, it certainly looks like the slut has learned something in her time with you.  Well done, babe."  Then she beckoned my sister, "Come back to Miss Ally now, I won't let the big bad girl hurt you anymore."  Kira scampered across the hallway over to Ally, and positioned herself on all fours, so that Ally was between her and the big Indian jock girl.  Cowering behind Ally, with her own thong panties still in her mouth, my sister would peek around her legs to get a glimpse at Joya  It was obvious my sister was absolutely terrified of the bigger Indian girl.  Ally turned and looked down at my sister, "Ok, baby, you can take the panties out of your mouth now, we're gonna put that mouth to use for other things!"  Normally my sister's obedience to Ally's commands was immediate, but this time I saw her hesitate, she looked confused, as if she didn't know what to do.  Then she blushed, and shook her head no, looking imploringly and fearfully over at Joya

Ally's face darkened at Kira's perceived disobedience, but Joya just giggled, "Don't get mad at her, Al, she's under strict orders not to drop those panties unless I specifically allow her to.  She actually had trouble learning that lesson the first time, so I drove it home pretty hard.  Now she'll keep those sweaty panties in her mouth for weeks if I don't give her permission to remove them.  Isn't that right Kiki?"

My sister nodded her head fervently up and down.  Whatever Joya had done the first time my sister had taken the panties out of her mouth without permission, it was quite clearly something she did not want to happen again.  "Come Kiki!"  My sister raced on all fours back to Joya at the verbal command.  "Sit girl!"  My sister sat back on her naked butt, and looked up at her mistress.  "Ok, you may let go of the panties now, Kiki.  I'm going to hang on to them because little wimpy doggy girls don't need to wear underwear, right?   Bark once if you understand"

"Arf!" came the quick response from my naked sister as she spit out the panties.  At the rate my sister was losing her underwear to these volleyball girls, she would be out of panties pretty soon.  Unfortunately, if Ally had anything to say about it, and it was pretty obvious she would, I would probably be able to loan her a few pairs of mine before this whole ordeal was over.

"Good girl!  Now show your gratitude to your mistress!"  Joya put her hands on her hips, and Kira must have known exactly what that command meant, because she bobbed her head forward and immediately stuffed her face into the Indian girl's pink panties and started planting loud kisses on the bigger girl's crotch.  I stood in awe of Joya's total dominance.  Ally had a certain sensual way of emphasizing her dominance that definitely got results, but Joya, though just as beautiful in her own way, had a no nonsense, cold, and unforgiving air about her that obviously worked just as well.  Finally she roughly pushed my sister's head away from her crotch, "That's enough for now, bitch."  Then she turned around, showing off her perfect ass, and, twirling my sister's thong triumphantly, disappeared into the bedroom.

Even Ally appeared impressed, "Wow, that babe really fucked you up, huh?"

My sister just lay on the ground, tears were streaming down her face now as the full realization of the humiliating show she had just given us under Joya's direction must have hit home.  "Come on, slut, I asked you a question, I expect an answer!  Don't make me have to send you back to Joya for more punishment."

Kira broke down and crawled over to Ally's feet and began kissing them.  "Yes, Miss Ally, she fucked me up.  Oh gawd, she destroyed me!  Please don't send me back to her!  Please!  I'll do anything!  I can't take any more of her punishment, please Miss!  Please!"  My sister was petrified of the big Indian girl. 

“Well then, I expect you to behave yourself for the rest of the evening, young lady. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Ma'am,” there was no hesitation on my sister's part as she groveled at Ally's feet.

“Good. Now stand up, you look silly down there. All three of you, let's go. We're going to have a little wrestling tournament.”

Kira just groaned as she slowly stood up, she had rug burns on her knees, and oddly, I also noticed, her breasts. Her legs wobbled, and it looked like she could barely stand. Joya had obviously put her through the ringer. With her head down, my once proud sister mutely followed Ally back down the hallway. Samantha, still completely naked followed behind her. And lastly, I myself, walking very gingerly after Ally's grapevine, and dressed in a sweaty pair of thong panties, dutifully followed the three girls, wondering what was in store next for all of us.

I haven't decided if I'm going to continue with this story yet. There are a number of ideas I have for different stories that I'd like to work on. But if there's enough interest, I will try to write up part 3. Again, all feedback is welcomed, you can email be at boh385@gmail.com, and thanks to those who wrote in after part 1. Feel free to email me suggestions for scenes you'd like to see in this series or future stories.