Me, My Sister, and the Volleyball Girls, Pt. 3  Unauthorized 
by Bastige
This is an unauthorized continuation of the story "Me, My Sister, and the Volleyball Girls"...


I was standing in the living room of Ally's house, dressed in nothing but a
pair of black thong panties. Standing next to me were my sister, Kira, and my
crush, Samantha, both completely naked. Kira, my big sister, had always been
there to protect me, but now she was utterly defeated and humiliated, her head
hung in mute submission. Two more slaves, Karen and her boyfriend Matt,
groveled on the floor.

Around us stood or sat the agents of our subjugation: the Volleyball Amazons.
There were dark-haired Jen and blonde Liz. There was a big black girl I didn't
recognize, who lounged in a chair in the corner. There was tall, cold-faced,
beautiful Joya, the Indian girl who had reduced my sister to a gibbering
wreck. And then there was Ally, the queen of them all, who had sat on my face
and forced me to beg to wear Samantha's panties. Impossibly tall,
huge-breasted, and with legs like tree trunks, Ally was the picture of
invincibility in her T-shirt and jeans. Just looking at those monster thighs
made me quiver in terror.

"All right," Ally announced, "It's time for the evening's entertainment. We're
going to have us a wrestling tournament. The slaves are going to wrestle for
our enjoyment."

"This is how we have fun around here," Jen smirked to the black girl. "Pretty
cool, huh?"

"We need four slaves. Kiki, Kiki's wimp brother, Little Sam, and Liz' bitch,"
Ally said, pointing at my sister, me, Samantha, and Mike in turn. "Karen, you
sit out this one, we'll find something else fun for you to do."

"For the first round we'll have panty boys versus naked girls, Ally continued.
"Wimp here will wrestle Sam and bitch will wrestle Kiki. Ladies, place your
bets."

As the volleyball girls argued and decided on odds, I looked at Samantha and
blanched. To wrestle a girl while wearing panties was humiliating enough, but
when it was my crush, and when she was completely naked...to my utter horror,
I felt myself getting an erection at the thought! I prayed Samantha wasn't
looking.

"OK, Wimp, Sam, step into the ring," Ally commanded. The ring was the center
of Ally's huge living room. Trembling, I stepped into the center of the
grinning circle of volleyball girls and faced Sam, who stood blank-faced in
front of me, her hands at her sides. Her black pubic hair - unshaven at Ally's
order - stood out stiffly from her bare crotch.

"Now," Ally declared, "To give you two a little motivation for this match,
we're going to assign punishments and rewards. Wimp, if you win, you get to
take off those panties, and also you get to stick your dick in Sam here. Sam,
if you win, you get to put on a pair of shorts, and you get to rack Wimp in
his sorry excuse for balls. Understood?"

My mind was reeling. Stick my dick in Sam? No! It was of course what I had
always dreamed of doing, but not like this, not like this! But if she
won...rack me? That was too painful and humiliating to contemplate. I looked
at Sam and saw that she had blanched. I had thought nothing scared her
anymore, but this apparently did.

"No, please, Miss Ally," I heard myself begging. "Please, please!! Can we do
some other punishments? I promise I'll fight hard!"

Ally just chuckled and didn't say anything.

"Ready, go!" shouted Joya.

And like that, it was on. I dropped into a crouch, not really knowing what I
was doing, and I saw Samantha - who had made the wrestling team - assume the
same position, her c-cup breasts dangling slightly in front of her. The
volleyball girls began to cheer. Samantha and I began to circle each other. I
knew that if I didn't fight hard, not only would I be stuck with these
panties, not only would I get racked, but Ally would see that I didn't try,
and undoubtedly have some even worse punishment for me too. I had no choice
but to fight.

The Asian girl darted in, going for my leg. I danced away, but too slow, and
we collapsed to the mat. But I wriggled and twisted like my sister had taught
me, and I managed to grab Samantha's leg too. Her bare skin was covered in a
sheen of sweat, and I dimly felt her shoulder brush against my stiff dick -
what a thing to notice at a time like this!

Samantha and I writhed on the ground. We were both covered in sweat, which
along with our lack of clothing made it very difficult to get any solid holds.
Twice Samantha almost pinned me, and I managed to throw her to the side - she
was only about 5'4", after all, and must have weighed forty pounds less than
me. Samantha was using her wrestling knowledge, fighting to pin me, while I
was just fighting to escape, crazy with fear and adrenaline and the shameful
arousal that came from being up against Sam's naked, sweaty body.

Then she grabbed my leg and my head at the same time, and forced me down to
the carpet! I could feel it - I was pinned! But as my back hit the ground, I
suddenly felt her arms weaken. Not thinking, I heaved and threw her to the
side. She let out a cry of surprise and flew onto her face. Wasting no time, I
slipped my arms under hers and caught her head in a Full Nelson! She kicked,
but I had her face-down on the floor.

"One...two...three!" Joya counted, and it was over.

I got up, trembling, feeling the sting of rug burns, sweat dripping into my
eyes. In front of me, Samantha slowly rose, hanging her head in acceptance of
defeat. I had beated her! I had won! But how?

Around us, the volleyball girls were exchanging money; Liz and Joya had bet on
me and won with long odds, and Jen and the black girl were grumbling.

"OK, time for punishments and rewards!" Ally boomed. "Wimp, that was
well-done. You can take off your panties now."

"Yes, Miss Ally!" I barked.

Eagerly, I jerked off the black thong panties that had been Samantha's. Karen
mutely took them from me at Liz' instruction, and put them around her neck. I
was naked, my dick standing straight up in the air, in front of a room full of
girls, and yet somehow I felt much less embarrassed than I had with the
panties on. I might be naked, but at least I was a man again!

"Now as for you, Samantha," Ally declared, "It's time for your punishment.
Head down, ass up!"

Samantha instantly obeyed, pressing her pretty face to the ground and hoisting
her naked ass into the air in front of me. Her sex glistened a couple feet
from my face!

"Wimp, go ahead and do the honors," ordered Ally.

I stepped forward, toward the beautiful golden ass that was proffered to me.
But it was wrong. All wrong. Suddenly I felt my erection melt away, my arousal
replaced with a deep feeling of humiliation and horror.

"I...I can't, Miss Ally" I whined, holding my limp dick in my hand.

The volleyball girls erupted in wild laughter. Ally raised her eyebrows
coolly. I wondered what horrible punishment she would inflict on me for my
failure, and I almost peed right onto the carpet. But she just said "OK, if
you can't, you can't. Samantha, can you help him out?"

Samantha rose from her "head down ass up" position and turned to look at me.
Her almond eyes met mine, and she smiled. Gently, she came forward and took my
dick in her hands, and looking over her naked front I felt myself start to
stiffen again. Then she put my dick in her mouth and started to move her head
slowly back and forth along it, as the crowd whooped. I could hardly believe
it - my crush was kneeling naked in front of me, giving me a blowjob!

I came in what seemed like no time. Samantha just grinned and swallowed.

I was dizzy from the experience, and I barely noticed as Jen grabbed me and
pulled me out of the ring; it was time for my sister Kira to wrestle Karen's
boyfriend Mike. He was dressed in a girl's swimsuit; my sister, like Samantha,
was naked. Rug burns covered my sister's body, the legacy of Joya's torture
and subjugation of her. Normally I'd give my sister 2-to-1 odds to beat Mike,
but with all she had been through tonight, I was no longer sure.

"Same punishments, same rewards," Ally declared. I felt a wrenching in my gut.
I did NOT want to see Mike fuck my sister! On top of all she had endured
already, that would be too much.

My heart was in my mouth as the volleyball girls placed their bets, and the
fight began. Kira looked unsteady on her feet, and Mike seemed desperate. He
attacked and attacked, grabbing furiously at my sister's legs, her breasts,
anything he could get a hold of. Kira evaded his attacks, though his nails
left scratches on her already-abused body. She had once been thought of as the
toughest girl in school, but Ally and Joya had destroyed her confidence, and
she struggled against Mike's desperate onslaught.

Then Mike slipped, and Kira grabbed hold of his swimsuit, jerking them upward.
Mike howled, and Kira took the opportunity to grab his leg and arm and take
him to the ground. Mike heaved and struggled desperately, and eventually got
away.

"Go, Mike!" Karen shouted. I felt sick - the volleyball girls had us cheering
against each other!

But two could play at that game. "Go Kira!" I shouted. "Don't lose, or Joya
will make you her bitch again!"

Nothing else I could have said could have motivated my sister as much as that.
With a sudden frenzy, she darted forward, grabbed Mike's ankle faster than he
could dodge, and was on him, her powerful legs wrapping around his torso and
her arms pinning his arms and head. It was only a few seconds before Joya
counted Mike out.

More exchanging of money, as Kira and Mike rose to stand in the center of the
room. "Here you go," Ally said, tossing Kira her shorts. She tugged them on,
and I felt a slight surge of relief to see her no longer naked, but merely
topless.

Meanwhile, Mike was begging to be spared his punishment, but Ally was
merciless. She ordered Mike to spread his legs and put his hands on his head.
I could see the tears of fear running down his face, but I imagined how he
would have stuck his dick in poor Kira if he had won, and I felt less sorry
for him. Then Kira, at Ally's instruction, swung her foot and smacked it into
Mike's swimsuit-covered balls. I could tell she hadn't kicked him as hard as
she could, but Mike still went down, howling and clutching himself, and Karen,
his girlfriend, gave a yelp of dismay. Then he was hauled out of the ring.

"OK, final bout," declared Ally.

"Oooohh, brother versus sister!" Jen squealed, clasping her hands together.
"Are the punishments the same?"

Ally frowned. I knew better than to beg her; that would only make her harden
her will to torture us. My gamble paid off when Ally said "Nah. Instead, let's
have reverse punishments. If she wins, she gets to take the punishment, and if
he wins, he gets to take it."

That was an effective way to make us fight, I thought! Ally was devious as
well as cruel.

"Punishment is..." Ally mulled, tapping her chin. "Punishment is, whoever wins
the match has to go naked around the other one, whenever it's just the two of
them, for a week! Also, whoever wins has to say the Plegde of Allegiance to
Ally once every day, naked of course."

"What's the Pledge of Allegiance to Ally?" Liz asked.

"I haven't written it yet," Ally grinned, "But I will. Anyway, those are the
punishments. Let's get this party started!"

"Yes, Miss Ally," my sister and I chanted in unison.

I faced my sister in the ring - her topless, her pink puffy nipples swaying.
Me naked, but without an erection this time. Looking over, I saw nude Samantha
looking at me and smiling from the side of the ring.

I had never been able to beat my sister, but I had to try now. If she won,
she'd have to be naked around me for a week, and I didn't want to see her in
constant humiliation like that. I had to try. Darting forward, I lunged for
her knees, but she sidestepped and jumped on my back. I felt her breasts press
against me and I was ashamed, thenI realized she had me in a headlock. Kira
forced me to the ground where I knelt, trying to shake her off. I grabbed at
her arms, but no use - she was just tougher than me.

Kira rode me like a pony, her arms choking me. I couldn't let her win, I
thought. Desperately I flailed my arms, hitting her in the head! I couldn't
let her take the punishment. She yelled in pain as I smacked her face, and
retaliated by reaching one hand back and slapping me on my bare balls. I
yelped and pitched forward, curling protectively around my groin, but my neck
was free, and I rolled over, swinging my legs to keep her away. The volleyball
girls were laughing at me again.

Kira stepped around me, looking for an opening. I kicked at her, and she
danced away and grabbed my leg; I had taken the bait. She plunked herself down
on my torso and grabbed one of my arms. I was too slow to stop her. Then I
felt her legs locking around mine, and I was pinned.

It was over. I had lost, as I thought I would. But that meant that Kira would
suffer the punishment.

"The winner," Ally declared, "Kiki the dog!"

My sister bent her head in shame, in the memory of how Joya had made her act
like a dog. Slowly, dejectedly, she slipped off her shorts and was naked
again.

"Remember," Ally said, "Whenever you two are alone, Kiki has to be naked. And
that has to be at least once a day, so she can say the Pledge of Allegiance to
Ally. Which I will now go and write."

"Only for one week, right Miss Ally?" I dared to ask, my voice quavering in
fear.

"Well, yeah," Ally shrugged. "Next Saturday you're coming back here, and I'll
think of something else to have you do."

I hadn't thought it was possible for my heart to sink any further.

For the next three days, I lived in a constant state of fear. Were we going to
be Ally's permanent slaves? Karen and Mike had been going over to Ally's house
every week for months, and Samantha for several weeks. Were we going to become
like them, resigned and accepting of our subjugation?

Already I could see the change happening in Kira. Our parents were out of town
until that Friday on a business trip, so at home Kira was always completely
naked. It hurt me to see her so perfectly submissive to Ally's commands, even
when Ally was nowhere in sight. I told her she could put on her clothes, but
we both knew that Ally would ask me if Kira had followed her instructions, and
I would break in fear, and Ally would know I was lying. No matter where we
went, Ally's power followed.

Growing up, I had never even once seen Kira without her clothes on. I had once
accidentally walked in when she was in her underwear, and she had shouted at
me to get out. Kira was actually a very modest girl. I found myself fighting
not to stare at her, and I always felt ashamed, and I knew she must feel
ashamed as well.

And the worst was when Kira had to say the Pledge of Allegiance to Ally. It
was so stupid, but that just made it worse. Standing in front of me, totally
nude, her hand over her heart, she would recite the words:

"I pledge allegiance/ to the thighs/ of the mighty Alley the Amazon/ and to
the goddesses/ of the volleyball team/ whose bitch I am/ forever/ to do with
as they see fit."

Sometimes I wondered if she actually believed it.

I was even more ashamed to see Samantha, walking the halls at school. Once I
had peeked at her in secret desire - she was so cute, and had such a hot,
athletic body too. But now I just remembered what she had been forced to do to
me, and I couldn't meet her gaze. When I saw her coming down the hall, I
turned and walked the other way, even if it made me late to class.

Then one day I stayed late after school to work on a class project. I was
alone in the media lab, editing a video. Then suddenly, I heard footsteps
outside, and Samantha walked in. I gaped up at her, trying to think of
something to say. She just smiled at me and closed and locked the door.

"Hi," Samantha said.

"H...h...hi," I stammered.

She sat down in the chair next to me and put her hand on my arm.

"Don't be scared," she said. "It's just me."

"I...I'm sorry...I'm sorry I had to, you know..." I struggled to find the
words.

"That's OK," she grinned. "I enjoyed it. I'd been wanting to do that for a
long time."

"You...what?" It didn't really register. I just gaped at her.

She laughed. "what, didn't you know I've had a crush on you since forever?"

"I did? ...I mean, you did?" My mind was reeling.

"sure," she said smoothly, "and I know you had a crush on me too, and you were
just too much of a wimp to do anything about it."

"I guess I was," I breathed.

"Ally found the right nickname for you," she teased. Then, before I could
react, she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. Her lips were soft and
sweet.

"You know I let you win, right?" she breathed.

"But...but the original punishment was..."

"Sure," she nodded, smiling. "But you were too much of a gentleman to do it
that way. So I had to help you out."

"You...you wanted..." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

She shrugged. "I'm a natural submissive, what can I say?"

"You are?" I asked in wonder.

She nodded with a wry look. "Sure. Why do you think I joined the wrestling
team? I like to pin boys, but I like it even more when I try hard and they pin
me. Why do you think I'm so calm about going 'face down ass up' for Ally?"

"So...you like it?" I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't.

she shook her head. "Nah. It had a certain appeal, but it got boring. I'm just
into boys a lot more than girls. Besides, I don't like seeing what Ally and
those volleyball bitches do to you and the others."

I was stunned. Samantha looked over and smiled at me, and I was lost in that
cute face, those almond eyes.

"Forget about Ally," Samantha said, "We'll deal with her eventually."

"Deal with her?" I found I was just repeating things she said. "How are we
going to do that? She's -"

But then I noticed that Samantha's hand was reaching for the button of my
jeans, and I swallowed hard. Slowly, she pulled them down and off me. My dick
was making a tent in my boxers.

Samantha stood up. "I forgot," she breathed, "you got used to seeing me
without my clothes on, didn't you?"

As I stared, she started to strip. Her shirt and brawent over her head,
exposing her well-muscled torso and her lovely brown-tipped medium-sized
breasts. Then she shimmied out of her jeans, and all that was left was a pair
of black panties identical to the ones Ally had made me wear the other day.
she hooked her thumb in the waistband of the panties.

"Hey, you want to wear these?" she asked.

"Maybe later," I told her.

"OK," she smiled, and pulled them down and off, revealing her ruff of spiky
black pubic hair. I decided I liked her that way.

Then her hands were pulling down my boxers, and I was lying back in my chair
naked from the waist down. Samantha, as naked as she had been when we had
wrestled, straddled my legs and sat down, her hair tickling my dick. She
wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned close to me.

"Actually," she said, "I'm kind of glad you didn't go through with the
original punishment back at Ally's place," she purred. "I'd kinda hate for my
first time to be 'face down ass up' in front of a bunch of volleyball
bitches."

"Your first time?" I asked, then realized I had repeated her again. Then her
mouth was on mine, and we didn't talk for a while.

About two hours later, there was a knock on the door. Luckily, Samantha and I
had just finished putting all of our clothes back on, but the knock still
startled and frightened me. "who is it?" I called. But Samantha was already
moving to unlock and open the door.

I gasped in fear. There, towering over us both, was the toughest, most
powerful-looking woman I had ever seen. It was the black girl who had shown up
at Ally's house for the wrestling tournament. Her arms and shoulders bulged
with muscles, and her legs were like tree trunks.

I stammered in fear, but the girl just smiled and stuck out her hand. "Hi,"
she said in a Latin-sounding accent. "I'm Luisa. Nice to meet you."

"As I shook Luisa's hand, Samantha said "Luisa is my friend from when I spent
a summer in Brazil. She just moved here and joined the volleyball team."

"You don't wrestle for shit," Luisa grinned at me, "But you're kinda cute. I
can see why this girl likes you."

"Remember how I said we'd deal with Ally eventually?" Samantha asked. "Well,
Luisa is going to help us with that."

The giant dark-skinned Amazon grinned.

To be continued...