Pecking order 3
by Bully, bullygirl83 at gmail dot com
Monica dominates her stepfather


"Kids? Anybody home? I got pizza!" Jerry hollered in the hallway. The house
was silent. He took off his shoes and walked through the kitchen into the
living room. He had just returned from a long business trip and was pleased
with himself after closing some important deals for his bank. He took the warm
pizzas with him and climbed upstairs. The door of his stepdaughter's room was
half open. He peeked inside.

"Hello, this is the pizza guy, I have your order, miss!" he joked.

But the room was empty. He knew he should have left it alone but couldn't
resist the temptation to have quick look into this teenage realm. Cds,
magazines and books lay in piles across the room. The smell of girlish perfume
and the pink shaded interior reminded him of the times he had been the lucky
boy to get invited to a similar setting. About thirty years ago, he chuckled
to himself. He was on his way out as he saw a book on her make up desk. Again
he struggled against the temptation to nose about, but the golden letters on
the fuchsia spelled an irresistible word: "My Diary". This time Jerry knew he
was out of line. He made up excuses such as good parenting and opened the
book. Nothing could have prepared him for the shock that the entry in girlish
handwriting delivered.

"24. August 2007

"Played with Jack again. He didn't try to resist me anymore, just laid there
and took it. Not a surprise after the beating I gave him on Sunday, his balls
were still all swollen. Had a good time though, watched TV on his face again.
It's just like mum said, in two weeks I've made him my obedient slave. And
it's getting better. It seems the more humiliating thing I make him do, the
more submissive he gets. And more afraid- "

Jerry couldn't read the rest of the entry. He was shaking all over. He began
leafing through the diary, browsing through entries which included detailed
depictions of similar abuses and his step daughter's full booked dating
schedules. He suddenly remembered all the times Jack had tried to tell him
about his problems with Monica. He couldn't have believed that the sweet teen
girl had this kind of side. The mention of his wife horrified him too. Had he
been manipulated and led by these women all this time? Was the diary just a
product of sexually hyper charged teenage imagination? Suddenly he heard
something from the corridor. He dropped the diary and stepped out of the room.
A girl's voice was listing numbers as if counting something. He rushed to the
end of the corridor and opened the door of his son's room. He couldn't have
prepared himself for the sight that was waiting for him.

Jack had been had been tied down to his bed by his wrists and his stepsister
sat on his face with her eyes closed, counting seconds. His son was naked
except for boxers which did next to nothing to hide his throbbing erection.
Monica wore a skimpy set of white underwear which highlighted every curve in
her body. The interrupted girl turned to Jerry.

"...62. Oops!", Monica said quietly and looked a bit scared. "Umm...Mr.
Richards..." she tried to bat her eyelashes and look innocent, which didn't
really work as she had Jack's face buried deep between her buttocks.

"You sick little bitch!" Jerry swore and lunged at the girl, lifting her up
from the bed and against a wall. Jack gasped for air loudly. Jerry looked at
his son's wet, reddened face and turned himself back to Monica who he held
against the wall by her shoulders. "I'll teach you some manners, little slut!
I'll teach you to...umm...to do this shit to my son!" he said and slapped her
face around a couple of times. She screamed and struggled but he was stronger.

"Dad, be careful, she's dangerous!" Jack cried from the bed. Monica's head had
already cleared a bit and she concentrated in her opponent instead of the
complicated situation she was in. Before Jerry could do a thing she lifted her
knee sharply between his legs, roughly crushing his genitals. The big grown
man let out a high pitched shriek. Monica instantly doubled her effort and
kneed her stepfather's groin a good three times more before he could protect
himself. The man let go of Monica's shoulders and dropped on his knees,
groaning. It all had happened in a few seconds, yet Monica had won enough time
to think clearly again. She thought before she moved. Jerry was a lot bigger
and stronger than Jack, but she had already floored him. With cruel
decisiveness she pushed the groggy man on his stomach and jumped few times on
his lower back to wind him. His groans were cut off as air escaped his lungs,
followed by desperate gasps of air and coughing.

"Get up, dad! Get up! Fight her!" Jack screamed and struggled desperately to
free himself from the ties which held him trapped to the bed.

To both males' horror and surprise Monica seemed to be gaining the upper hand
in the mismatched fight. She was kneeling on Jerry's back now, trapping his
other arm under her. His arms were much stronger than the teenaged girl's, and
she couldn't twist his free arm behind his back. Again Monica forced herself
to calm down and gave up the arm wrestling. Instead she smilingly arched her
back and reached behind, slowly moving her hand inside Jeff's trousers and
underwear until she felt his testicles. A sharp yank made the big man scream
and tremble.

"I got you now," she said and kneaded his balls in her hand, "I got you by the
balls. Now I'll teach you some manners, big boy," she said with menace and
applied power to her grip, grinning widely at Jack as his father yelled in
pain. "Give it up. You can't escape. You can't stop me. Give me your hand and
I might ease up on these," she whispered softly in his ear. Jerry groaned in
blinding pain as the girls thin fingers tightened around his sensitive
genitals. "Please, please. Stop. I can't take it. Please let go!" he whined
and offered the girl his other hand. The girl giggled softly in his ear. "A
wise choice, Mr. Richards. Just do as I say and you'll be fine," she continued
as she took off her bra and began to tie his stepfather's hands behind his
back.

Jack couldn't do anything but watch while his stepsister trapped his father in
this humiliating bondage, rendering the grown man totally helpless. Jack's
father sobbed quietly in shock. As Monica finished tying him up, she turned
him on his back and straddled his middle, sitting on him with her hands folded
under her naked breasts, taunting him with her beauty.

"So Mr. Richards, do you like hitting girls?" she asked and enjoyed the fear
on his face.

"Please, Monica! I'm sorry...I just lost it...after I saw what you did...you
know...uh...what you did..."

"You're so pathetic. Your whimpy son has more balls than you, you know?" She
spat at his face and began slapping his face back and forth, her big firm
breasts bouncing. "And that isn't much to talk about, either."

"Oh, fuck. Fucking stop!" Jerry screamed but his cursing and anger soon turned
to pain and fear as Monica hit harder and harder, visibly enjoying her pay
back. "Please, please, oh please stop," he whimpered.

"That's right, beg me. Beg me to stop hurting you..." Monica moaned and
stopped the slapping to rub her breasts in ecstasy.

"I beg you...please...no more...you're stronger...please I beg you...I'll do
anything!" Jerry stuttered. Jack was crying on the bed as his father succumbed
to the same girl that had taken control of his life just a few weeks earlier.
He couldn't believe it was happening.

"Anything, huh? I've heard that before. Let's see...when you interrupted me I
was having fun with your son. It's only right that you make it up to me," she
giggled and slid herself up along Jerry's body, leaving a wet trail on his
skin.

"No, please don't..." Jerry began to protest but Monica's wet crotch muffled
his words with a quelch. "Hey Jack, look! Like father, like son," she taunted
as she grinded her pussy against Jerry's face. "He might be a useless father,
but I know a few uses for him, " she giggled and pulled her g-string aside.
"Use your tongue, big boy, don't just lie there...or I'll knead your balls
into pulp...oh yeah...that's a good boy...oh..." Jack wept as Monica orgasmed
loudly on his father's face. It was her ultimate victory, or so he tought.
Monica got off Jerry's wet, red face and kissed him passionately on the lips.
"That was wonderful, Mr. Richards. You give way better head than your whimpy
son. I'm still not satisfied though. You've got something that I want and
you'll give it to me, right?"

"Anything, just let me and my son go. I have money. Hell, have the house. Just
leave us alone," he begged.

"I'm sorry but I don't want to leave you alone. I think my mom already owns
about everything you got and that's not what I'm talking about now. See,
beating you up and using you has made me very thirsty and I know just the
thing to freshen a girl up," she giggled and turned around, facing his feet.
"Boy milk!" she chirped and opened Jerry's fly, sliding her hand inside his
briefs, finding his genitals. "Or maybe it's man milk in this case."

"No, absolutely not! Stop it! Monica! -" she cut off his protests by pulling
his head between her strong thighs to do a tight reverse headscissors, one of
her favourite moves. The big man groaned in agony as Monica flexed her muscles
around his skull, pulling his face snug against her ass. "It's not like you
have an option, loser," she laughed and pulled out his penis, manipulating it
with her expert fingers. Jerry panicked and kicked his legs, continuing his
muffled protesting. "I won't...you can't do this...you cannot make me...oh
God..."

"I can't, huh? You won't last a minute," she laughed as he squirmed under her
as she pumped her hand on his hard, swollen cock, determinedly milking him for
his cum, dominating him with her strong thighs. Jack was crying in the bed as
he watched Monica rape his father with her hand, and, as he came crying and
moaning, greedily suck his cum in her mouth. "Yummy! Don't hold back, give it
all to me!" she cheered him on and squeezed his balls for more. "That was the
best cum I've ever had...so sweet...I wan't more!" she giggled deliriously as
Jerry begged her to stop pumping his aching penis.

They all jumped a bit as they heard a new voice from the door. "The secret of
the flavour is a low-fat, low-salt vegetarian diet without any alcohol,
tobacco or coffee. That and pineapple juice." It was Joy.

"Hi, umm, mum. I had to...eh...discipline Mr. Richards a bit. He attacked me.
Honest," Monica said and failed miserably to look innocent for the second time
that day.

"Oh, my baby, that's awesome. You beat a big, grown man and made him submit.
I'm the one who should be ashamed, I've been spying on you for fifteen minutes
now. I couldn't interrupt you as you seemed to be enjoying yourself. I'll be
back in minute, I'll just get some papers my lawyer girlfriend gave me for
this situation. There has to be some new arrangements, I'm sure we all agree.
Mr. Richards here has to sign a few insurances, our new pre-nup and his new
testament, and I'm sure he won't do it out of his free will. You, my lovely
daughter, seem to have the gift of persuation. Let's put your skills in good
use," she laughed and went for the documents.

Monica smiled at her terror-stricken step-brother who weakly struggled against
his ties. "You ain't going anywhere." She looked over her shoulder and saw
that her step-father's previously beet red face had suddenly gone pale.
Everything was suddenly very serious.

"What are you going to do to us?" stuttered Jack.

"I don't know. Joy has a plan." Even Monica, who was still delirious with
power and heady with excitement, sensed the gloomy atmosphere. "What are we
going to do to them?" she thought to herself.