Too Easy
By Jdean72000@yahoo.com
An update of Hardie's classic story, Bobby is beaten up by his young stepsister


This story contains explicit material and should be read by adults only.

My roundhouse swing caught her on the shoulder as she swayed aside. Her
slender youngbody was knocked backwards. She staggered into the couch and
sprawled backwards onthe seat. Her skirt was caught up around her waist and
I didn't mind because my step- sister has a nice pair of legs. They were well
formed and worth alingering look!�

I ambled confidently towards her. Me, a husky twenty-year-old, having a fight
with a slim little eighteen-year-old girl. It wasn't fair really, but she was
the one who had asked for it. Moaning to her mother, my stepmother, that I
didn't do anything around the housewhen mother wasn't around.

Well, what if I didn't? That's what girls are for, isn't it? To do housework.
My stepmother disagreed and suggested that I either pulled my weight or
suffer theconsequences. The consequences being a fight with Sarah, my little
stepsister, who I'djust smacked across the room!�

The girl looked kind of dazed and vulnerable as I stood over her, and I was
about to askher if she'd had enough when she kicked me in the balls.

I mean, I didn't see it coming or anything. There was just this awful pain as
something smackedinto my balls and the next thing I knew I was down, doubled
over, on my knees, grabbingthe agony with both hands.

She was trying to pull one of my hands away. I wasn't budging, but she got
hold of mylittle finger and began to pull. I had to let go or she'd break my
finger. I couldn't think forthe pain. I let her have my arm. I clutched my
balls with my free hand.

Then there was more pain. My shoulder. She had my arm in a hammer lock. Now
myhead. She was pulling my hair. My whole body was being bent back. My
shoulder was onfire. I was crying in agony.

The little girl I'd had at my mercy a few moments ago was now in control. The
pain emanating from my balls weakened my whole body and distracted me. I
offered no resistance as he wrenched my arm up. I screamed. She let it go. It
flopped down uselessly by my side.

I couldn't believe it. I had been working out for years, building up an
imposing, muscular physique that made girls swoon and intimidated other guys.
I towered over my stepsister. I was wearing just a pair of shorts so that my
well-built chest, abs, shoulders and arms would be too threatening for her to
mess with me. And within seconds of starting our fight she had rendered my arm
useless.

Even more shockingly, I felt her hand slide between my buttocks. I tried to
squeeze my thighs tight. Too late. A little female hand wrapped itself around
my balls. All I had on was a pair of running shorts and brief cotton
underpants. No defense against a girl's crushing fingers.

I was helpless in my stepsister's grasp. She started to squeeze.

She held me there for a moment. I couldn't move. Could hardly breathe. All she
had todo was tighten her grip and the agony would come back. I was sobbing,
my body tense,trembling in fear and anticipation of more pain to come. I was
mortified. It felt so violating and disturbingly intimate. My stepsister
shouldn't have her hand around my balls for any reason, but especially not
like this! I tried to pull her hand away but that only made her squeeze my
balls even harder.

"Please, let me go," I pleaded. "You win!"

"Don't!" This was my stepmother butting in. "Remember what I taught you, girl.
Beathim so bad he won't come back for more."

The grip round my balls tightened. My heart sank. I remembered the sight of my
powerfully muscular father, my hero and role model for how to be a strong man,
just a few days after he'd married my stepmother. She was holding him by the
elbow as they came up from the basement. He could hardly walk. His face was a
bloody mess. There were red blotches on his naked torso. His thickly muscled
legs were trembling with the effort as he dejectedly picked his way across the
hall to the bedroom.�

Stepmother had looked flushed and strangely elated as she led him out of
sight. "He'shad a nasty accident," she informed us. "He'll need to stay in
bed for a while."

Ever since then my stepmother had definitely ruled the roost, and now I had a
good ideawhat had happened. She'd beaten up my father, and now it was my
turn to get thetreatment from the daughter!

I tried to swing my good arm behind me to strike the girl. She crushed my
balls. Iscreamed in agony and stopped trying to hit her.

"Stand up!" she ordered.�

Tentatively, I stood upright, assisted by my sister pulling me up by my balls
from between my legs, practically stretching them between my ass cheeks.

"Put your arm behind your back!"

As soon as I complied, my little sister let go my balls and grasped the wrist,
twisting myarm up behind my back. She turned me round so that I faced a bare
wall.

Holding me by the hair and by the arm, she marched me forward until she
slammed me face first in the wall. I was completely dazed.

Then, with a savage double movement, she yanked down on my hair and spun my
body round so that I was backed up against the wall.

Totally confused by pain and fear, I just stood there while she transferred
her grip to my biceps. I had been so proud of my arms, they were almost as
thick as her head. And yet her slim feminine hands easily controlled my
muscular yet useless arms.

Pinning me against the wall, the girl drove her knee up between my thighs and
smashed itinto my dangling balls.�

The agony was just too much to bear.�

I must have slumped to the floor because when I came round my little
stepsister wassitting astride my chest.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled down at me.

"Now to teach you a lesson, boy!" she said sweetly, and punched me in the
mouth.

She punched me lots of times as I lay there. I barely knew what was going on,
I was in somuch pain. I knew I was bleeding. I could taste it running into
my mouth. I tried to fightback with my one good arm, but she easily held it
down above my head and hit me with aflurry of punches which knocked all the
resistance out of me.

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, when she got tired of hitting me,
the little tomboy moved down my body and took off my shorts and underpants so
that I lay there stark naked.

I didn't know why she did that but at that point I was in too much pain to
care. I curled up into a ball of sobbing, ignominiously defeated masculinity,
a mass of pain, no dignity left. Beaten up by a girl.�

She started kicking me. I was crying unashamedly. All I wanted was for her to
stophurting me. I begged her, gasping out the words over and over until I
didn't even have thestrength left to speak. I just lay there, blubbering, as
her feet hammered into my batteredbody.�

I couldn't believe it. My muscles were useless. My male strength meant nothing
against this tiny female fighter. She had made my big, well-built body her
punching bag and there was nothing I could do to stop her.

"O.K. dear, I think he's had enough." I could hardly believe I'd heard the
words. But,after one more blow, the girl stopped kicking me.

"Remember what I told you to do next."

"Yes Mum," said Sarah, with relish. "Lie on your back, you!" she commanded.

Painfully, my body wracked with sobs, I complied. I looked up at her through
tear-stained, punch-puffed eyes.

The girl stood over me, hands on hips, legs astride so that I could see her
sturdy youngthighs disappearing under her short, plaid skirt into the
shadows where I imagined hercotton briefs molded the bulge of her developing
Venus mound.

And my cock stood up. Despite the pain and the humiliation of being beaten by
ayounger girl, I got an erection lying there at the feet of the victrix.

"Look, Mum," she said in astonishment, pointing indignantly at my towering
cock.

"That often happens when a girl beats a male," said her mother. "It's a sign
that heactually found the beating you gave him sexually stimulating."

"It's so big!" my sister exclaimed.

"Yep, he's got a big one, all right," her mom agreed. "Just like his father."

I could feel my cheeks blushing. I wasn't used to being objectified like this.
I knew I had a big dick and I liked it when girls had been impressed by it,
but now the circumstances were different. It seemed like my humiliation would
never end.�

"He'll do anything you want now," her mother added. "Won't you, Bobby dear?"

I gulped and nodded. I was both terrified and excited. All I wanted to do was
obey thegirl who had beaten me and avoid any more pain.

"Get on your knees," she commanded. "Now crawl over her and kiss my feet!"

Full of self-contempt, I did as the girl ordered. My muscular arms and legs
trembled with pain as I crawled across the floor to her. I winced with pain
every time my swelling balls brushed against my thighs. As I kissed her feet
she slapped my upraised buttocks with her open hand.

"Sit up!"

I knelt before her, my erection bobbing between my legs.

"From now on, you'll do what I tell you, or you know what you'll get,
understand!" shesaid.

"Yes. I will. OK." I blustered.

"'Yes Miss', is the answer, boy. Say it!"

"Yes Miss," I said obediently.

"Now the last bit," said her mother.

"Right," said Sarah. She licked her lips. She seemed a little nervous but she
soon pulledherself together.

"Get on your back!"

I lay down again at her feet, like an obedient dog.�

"Get your legs apart," she ordered.

Full of trepidation I obeyed.

"Now wank!"

I blinked. Had I heard correctly.

She kicked my foot, hard, her eyes glittering. "Wank, I said!"

And I did. This young girl had already destroyed my body, stripped me naked
and completely subjugated me. I had no other choice. I grabbed my hard dick
and started pumping it.

Sarah's eyes widened with glee. "Look, Mom! He's doing it! He's really doing
it!"

"Yes, dear," her mom nodded. "This won't be the last time, either. You'll be
able to make him do this as often as you want."

"Really? Won't he get tired?"

"At his age, with all that testosterone pumping through his body, I doubt it.
At least, not for very long. If he's anything like his father, you'll be able
to make him wank multiple times a day."

The sad thing is, I knew this was true. Before today I had been proud of my
ability to come over and over again in one day. My girlfriends had been
impressed with my virility which made me feel like a stud. But now these two
women were going to use my male body and my male hormones against me.

"That's awesome!" Sarah said, giggling and clapping as if she had just won a
prize. And apparently that prize was my subjugation. And my dick.

But I didn't stop. My erection didn't soften even a tiny bit as they talked
about me. I lay there at the feet of my stepsister, looking up at her flushed
young face and her shapely young legs and, shamefully, with gratitude even, I
relinquished my masculinity as I masturbated in front of her.