Pecking order part 2: Joy in name only
by Bully, bullygirl83@gmail.com
Jack is outwrestled and humiliated by his stepsister and stepmother


(This is a sequel to Pecking order, where Monica beat up his step brother
Jack. After a week of domination their parents return from their trip.)

Mr. Richards and his new wife Joy parked their car in front of the Richards
house. It was past midnight and the lights in the house were still on. "I
wonder what the kids are up to so late in the evening," said Mr. Richards.

"The kids! Hah, Monica will soon turn seventeen and your son is almost
nineteen. They're not kids anymore, Jerry. Young people don't go to bed at
eleven in the weekends. Maybe they're finally getting to know each other.
Perhaps that cocky son of yours has given Monica a chance to show how nice she
can be." Mr. Richards hung his head a bit. "I don't think Jack is so-" he
began but let the sentence unfinished as Joy gave him a very stern stare. "You
know how he's always giving hard time to my Monica, trying to order her
around. It's Monica's house as well as his," she said and gave his husband
another stern look. "Yes, darling," he said with compliance.

Inside the house Monica was distracted by the sound of the parking car. "Oh
no, they weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow," she cursed and
reluctantly got off of his older step brother's red, perspiring face. Jack
gasped for air, thankful for the cavalry's arrival. He had been used as her
sister's TV chair for the last week after she had thoroughly beaten and
subdued him. This wasn't by far the worst humiliation she had come up with
during the six days and nights she had been dominating him.

"Now remember what I told you. What happened is between us, so you don't tell
anything to your father. He won't believe you anyway, and I'll fuck you up in
a bad way if you do. Got it?"

"Yes, Monica. Please Monica, don't hurt me. I won't tell," he complied meekly.

"That's a good slave. Now go and fix your face. You look like a mess, erection
boy!" she giggled while pulling up her skirt and checking her make up in her
pocket mirror. She looked perfect despite the blushing and the perspiration.
She added a little powder and went to greet the parents.

Jack tried to calm himself down in the bathroom. He kept washing his face,
trying to rub the humiliation and shame away, but no matter how he rubbed he
could still smell his sister's terrifying scent. He didn't know what to do. He
had to tell someone, but the shame was too much. Getting beaten up by a high
school girl was a thing he couldn't share with anyone. The swollen, beaten
balls in his boxers reminded him of his defeat. Was there something wrong with
him? How could a girl be stronger than him? His only hope was that everything
would calm down now that their parents were back. He had tried to stand up and
fight Monica back, but the attempts had ended catastrophically. She was simply
too good a fighter and all matches had ended with Jack's testicles getting
crushed with her feet, knees, fists or fingernails. It wasn't the kind of pain
Jack could get used to. On the contrary, his fear of her sadistic stepsister
grew every time she dished out her punishments. He couldn't tell anyone
because of the humiliation and he didn't have a fighting chance. There didn't
seem to be any way out of the situation. Another tear rolled down his cheek as
he nursed his aching genitals with cold water.

"Did everything go well? Did you have a nice week?" Monica's mum asked while
hugging her daughter warmly. "We got you those sneakers with Swarovski
crystals that you coveted."

"Thanks mum! Thank you, Mr. Richards! We had a real nice time." Monica gazed
sweetly at Jack's father and batted her eyelashes. "We got along so well with
Jack. He even suggested we changed rooms", she said while Jack limped to the
lobby to meet them. Monica's mother Joy raised her eyebrow at surprise. "Right
Jack?" Monica asked with a fake voice.

"Monica needs the extra space for her gym equipment and clothes," the boy
muttered and gazed at his feet. "It's only fair she should have my bigger
room." His father put his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Son, I'm really proud of
you. That's the behaviour of a grown up man." To humiliate Jack further,
Monica hugged the boy right there and even placed a kiss on his cheek,
whispering a quick "that's the spirit" to his ear.

Joy grabbed his husband's hand and showed their wedding rings. "Surprise! We
got married in secret. Now I got Jerry chained down, he ain't going anywhere,"
she giggled.

As Joy kept hugging her mother and congratulating mr. Richards, Jack felt dark
clouds gather over him. His only hope had been that his father would tire of
his fitness blonde and kick her and her daughter out. He hung his head as he
shaked their hands.

Later, when the parents had retired to their downstairs bedroom, Monica
tiptoed into Jack's room. The boy was already in bed, reading a comic book.
"Get on the floor, on your knees."

"Please, Monica! Don't hurt me! I've done everything like you told me to,"
Jack whimpered as he hurried to obey her.

Monica felt her nipples harden as the older boy begged at her feet for mercy.
Although she would have liked to play with him, she decided to reward him for
the good show he had put up infront of the parents. "You did well, Jackie-boy,
I won't hurt you. But just to remind you that our parents' return doesn't
change a thing...teehee...you have to kiss my ass good night!"

Monica turned around and Jack's gaze followed her long toned legs and powerful
thighs to meet her round, full buttocks. She was wearing white strings as
usual to tease and taunt the boy with her toned body. Jack knelt and pressed
his lips on her butt, submissively yet reluctantly. As he kept kissing her, he
felt Monicas foot rubbing around his groin. Soon his full cock was throbbing
hard, underlining his humiliating position. "Oh, look at that, another hard
on. That's very flattering. Have fun sleeping with it," she giggled while she
walked out of the room, swaying her hips. Jack trembled with frustration,
excitement and humiliation.

Jack's father left early next morning for a business meeting. Jack kept in his
room as late as possible, waiting for his dominating sister to leave house. He
had lost the control of his to a high school girl. Everything had happened in
during one week.

Meanwhile the very high school girl was spotting her mother's bench presses in
the basement gym.

"So who is the lucky boy this time?" Joy asked while pressing the heavy bar
up. "Brian?"

"Brian? Uh-uh. Mum, that was a month ago. I'm going out with Steve tonight."

"What was wrong with Brian? I thought he was cute," Joy giggled while slowly
bringing the bar close to her muscular yet voluptuous chest.

"Mum!" Monica cried with mock disapproval. "Oh, you can have the boy if you
want to. There's nothing wrong with him, it's just that Steve promised to pick
me up tonight and to take me a dinner in this posh French restaurant."

"You sure have your way with them" the built woman laughed and grinned as she
pressed the weights upwards again.

"Mum, I've been thinking about my tennis. I don't think I want to continue the
classes," she said and helped her mother to put down her huge barbell. Joy
kept admiring her mother's biceps and pecs. The 41-year old ex-wrestler and
ex-fitness model had kept in a great shape.

Joy frowned a bit. "Of course you can quit honey, but why? Your teacher says
you're the best in the whole class."

"I would like to do more...exciting sports. Like wrestling...and combat
sports. Like you, mum." she answered a bit shyly.

"Wrestling? Combat sports? Oh, but that's a wonderful! I could even teach you
myself. But...may I ask what it was that caught your interest? You know I've
been trying to talk you into this since you were ten."

"Well...actually it was Jack. He kind of attacked me...kind of..." Monica saw
how her mother's face started to change colour.

"That little shit! He will regret this, honey, oh yes he will. Don't worry
baby, I'll make him really sorry. He won't touch you again. I knew the boy
should have been kept in a shorter leash," the muscular woman raged and got up
from the pressing bench, flexing her muscles threateningly.

"Mum, really, it's all right. You see, I kicked his ass," the blonde girl
chirped and let out a nervous giggle. Her mom gazed at her daughter. "You did?
Oh honey, that's great!" The athletic woman grabbed her daughter in a warm
hug. "Oh, I'm so proud of you, that's my girl! Now, you got to tell me
everything. I've done enough weights today anyway. Let's go to the kitchen and
open a nice chardonnay..."

While Joy poured some wine for her daughter, Monica began her story. After
half an hour and a few glasses of wine the blonde teen ended her detailed
narrative. Her mother was in awe of her story. "You made him kneel and rub
your feet? Ha! Such an appropriate punishment. Tell me, how did it make you
feel, beating up this boy?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Oh, mum, it was so empowering. The feeling of power is...was so cool. And I
like really loved the foot massage as well," she giggled and her mother joined
in.

"Listen, Monica, I'm going to talk seriously now. I should have brought this
up years ago, but I'm happy you came across it yourself." She gathered herself
and began with a serious voice. "I am a female supremacist. The feminists you
know believe that the sexes are equal and struggle for women's rights as the
oppressed sex. I too recognize the oppressed position of women, but I
believe...no, I know that women are the stronger sex. There is no equality of
the sexes. The patriarchal society is a perversion, a distortion caused by
historical oppression of women. It's just a dark period in the history of our
war. It's time to fight back, and we are." Monica was listening to her mother
very carefully, slowly sipping her wine. "It's important to point out that I
don't hate men. Many of my friends are what are called separatist feminists,
who want to live in a society where the men are abolished. I too think that
men must be stripped of all power but living without them seems like such a
waste. They make such nice pets," she giggled and Monica did too. "It's just
that they have to be taught their place. It's always been natural to me to
dominate men. Some of them are easily manipulated into submission, some of
them actually submit themselves willingly to a dominating woman and the
rest...well, they need to be roughed up a bit to understand their position.
And that, as you have learned, is like shooting fish in the barrel. Many
similar experiences of mine and my girlfriends point out to the same
conclusion: the female is the stronger sex and thereby the males can be easily
subjugated under female rule. Oh, there I go again with my rant," she smiled
kindly at Monica.

"Oh mum, that's fascinating. I feel exactly the same. I think I've always felt
it, but beating up and...dominating Jack really opened my eyes. If felt so
right and..."

"So good? Oh, the thrill is really something. There's nothing to be ashamed
of, honey. You are a woman, you have the right to take pleasure. That is the
very thing men have been denying us, and it is an important aspect in fighting
the male dominated society. To take pleasure in seizing the power and using
it. It's a very natural, beautiful thing. And sexy as hell!"

"Oh mum, I love you! Actually, the rest of the week I spent with Jack was
quite-" Monica's cell phone interrupted her in the middle of her sentence.
"It's Steve! Oh shit, it's already seven?" Her mum giggled as Monica answered
the phone. "Hello Steve. Yes. I'm just changing, It'll take a while. Yes, you
just wait in the car and relax. See you soon."

"You could have asked him in. I could have offered him some juice and
cookies." They giggled and parted with a warm hug.

As her daughter changed for dinner, Joy kept thinking about her step-son. Even
if her daughter had already punished and subjugated him, she should make sure
that the boy wouldn't pose any threat to her. She giggled to her tipsy
reasoning. All she really wanted was to have some fun on the side while her
husband was on a work trip. After all, it had been just a matter of time. The
boy had to learn his place in the neo-family's pecking order. She smiled as
she felt her wet pussy lips rub against each other. Monica's story had made
her very excited.

Meanwhile Jack was laying on his bed, planning his revenge on her step-sister.
His muscles were aching after some heavy dumbbell training. "No pain, no
gain," he thought. Monica had crushed more than his still sore balls –his self
esteem was at an all time low. Now that her step sister had left him alone for
a day he had decided to plan his revenge. The next time she would try to abuse
him he would be ready. As an ace in the hole he had the protective cup that he
used in ice hockey practise under his pillow. He wouldn't be used as a TV
chair again. He had to get stronger. As he fantasized about beating up Monica,
he heard a knock on the door.

"The door is locked and stays so! Go away and leave me alone!" he shouted
angrily.

"Are you there, Jack? This is Joy. Open up, I have to talk to you," she said
in a mock serious voice. She did her best to hide the excitement in her voice.

"Where's Monica? What do you want to talk to me about? Just shove off and
leave me alone."

"Monica is out on a date. Listen, it's very important that you open the door.
It's about your father. It's serious."

Jack rushed to open the door instantly, walking right into Joy's cruel trap.
As he opened the door, he saw her step mother smiling at him in a very skimpy
two piece white bikini. "What- what about my father? Has something happened to
him?" he stammered, staring at her fit half naked step mother. Joy laughed at
him evilly and shoved him back in the room. "You're father gives good head. Do
you?"

"No! Not you too! You leave me alone you crazy fucking bitches!" he screamed
and ran for his protective cup. Joy just laughed at him and watched him strap
the cup on. "You're so pathetic. Do you think that will stop me?" She flexed
her biceps. "I am way stronger than you, boy. I'm going to beat you up, make
you beg, and use you as my toy boy tonight. Of course, if you're smart, we can
skip right into the boy toy -part," she giggled and licked her lips
suggestively.

"Fuck you, bitch!" He said, though far less convincingly than he would have
wanted. Get out of my room!"

"Great, a tough guy," she giggled. "I like my men with a little fight to them.
There's no better way to subjugate a man than to show him his physical
inferiority. It's such a turn on! Let's see if you beg and whine like your
father did?"

"Don't bullshit me! When my father gets here I'll tell him all about your
crazy shit and you're out

of here for good!" Jack's mind was racing as he charged at her step mother.
The allegations about his father were too much. He forgot everything about the
tactics he had developed to use against Monica and succumbed to his rage.

Joy was excited to see how well her crude manipulation worked. With a nimble
sidestep she dodged Jack's attack and used her long leg to trip the boy. Jack
fell face first on the floor and the air escaped his lungs. Before he could
get up he felt her feet on his back and her strong grip on his wrists. She
moved with incredible speed.

"I'll tell you how I'm going to beat you up," she said while Jack struggled in
the humiliating hold. "I'll slowly drain you of strength until you totally
helpless. Then I'll break you. And afterwards when you're all but broken, I'll
play with you. I'll teach you to fear and obey me. I'll teach you to never
attack a girl again."

"It was your crazy daughter who began it all...it's she you should punish!"
Jack groaned.

"Shut up, weakling," she icily commanded and began pulling his arms behind
him, bending his back in the process. He screamed out of pain. "Oh yes, this
hurts," she cooed while yanking his hands. "The best part is that after a
couple of minutes your arms are completely useless. And then I'll torture your
legs!" Jack whimpered and trashed, but he was helpless to defend himself
against the female predator.

When she was satisfied with her work on the boy's arms, which dropped useless
on the floor, Joy moved on to his legs, which he still kicked around in
desperate resistance. Joy coolly stepped off of his back and sat on his
thighs, facing his feet. As the strong woman began to twist his ankles and
knee joints the way they weren't suppose to bend, his angry screams of pain
turned to sobs of fear. "Soon you'll be too weak to even fight my tits. Haha!
I'm not kidding, you'll see!" she giggled.

Jack was now sobbing on his stomach while his step mother was methodically
rendering him helpless. After the sharp peaks of pain an overwhelming numbness
came over him. He couldn't move his legs or arms. "Now you're deliciously
helpless and weak...and weak boys make wonderful toys." He was powerless to
resist the older woman as she got up and turned him on his back and lowered
her athletic ass on his face. Her dripping wetness and intoxicating scent
deprived him of air and covered him in damp darkness. All he could do was to
listen to her commanding moans. "Lick me, boy! Use your tongue or I'll crush
your balls!" She simultaneously yanked pulled his balls while pulling her
bikini string from her cleft with her other hand, exposing her wet sex and ass
to the helpless boy's tearful eyes before pressing them snugly against his
face. It could have been more shocking if this would have been the first time
he was forced into this situation, but he had already went through this with
Monica. He knew there wasn't anything to do but to submit and hope she would
get tired of him. He submissively licked her pussy.

"Good boy! Mmm..." Joy moaned and massaged her breasts in ecstasy. She gripped
her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as she forced her pussy and
asshole even tighter against Jack's face, having a huge orgasm and nearly
drowning him in her juices. After a few wonderful orgasms she was ready to
humiliate her prey a bit more. "Here's a wonderful little toy for me...I think
I'll play with it a bit." He felt her hand slide in his boxers and her fingers
coiling around his member, making him hard in an instant. "Mmm...dickalicious!
You got some great genes running in the Richards family. Oh, it's been a while
since my last drink of young boy's milk. Mmm...don't worry, this won't hurt,"
she giggled and Jack felt her hot mouth around his throbbing penis. She began
to forcefully suck the head of his rock hard cock and Jack came embarrassingly
fast and loud in her mouth, moaning and trashing under her strong body. He
could hear her slurping greedily as she pumped his balls in her palm as if
making sure they were empty. It was all too much for his beaten body. "Oh my,
that was yummy. I think I'll have another drink...hey! Why the hell did you
stop licking me, boy?" she spat and turned around to yank the boy's head up by
the hair. She laughed as she saw that the boy had passed out, his energy and
air completely drained by her ass and mouth. She slapped his face around until
he opened his eyes groggily. "I was afraid you were dead. Cum as delicious as
yours is hard to find, it would have been such a waste," she giggled. She
climbed on the weakened, helpless boy and sat on his face again, grinding it
demandingly with her sex. "Lick me...make me come again, little boy! Make me
cum or I'll pull your balls of..."

After a few hours Joy finally left Jack lying on the floor of his room in a
sticky puddle of her juices. He was crying to himself, unable to understand
how everything had happened. He had been enslaved, beaten and raped by his
step mother. Everything felt surreal, as if in a horror movie. He was too
afraid to leave the room for bathroom that night, and he peed into an empty
soda bottle before collapsing in his bed. He was exhausted but the terrifying
smell of Joy on his face kept him awake for hours. When he finally fell in
sleep he dreamed a lively, terrifying nightmare of him and his father
grovelling submissively at the feet of Joy and Monica.