Beating Up Daddy - And Her Brother Too
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Sarah betrays the men in her family for fun and power

   As Told Under Duress to Femavenger

  If there was any question that women are stronger than men, mentally and 
often physically as well these days, and that the days of a male-ruled 
society are numbered, one look at my own family situation should settle the 
issue.

  Until two years ago I was the son in a typical family with Mom, Dad and my 
kid sister Sarah. I can't call her my "little sister" any more because 
although she is three years younger than me, Sarah overtook me in height, 
and strength too, for that matter, two years ago when she was 14 and I was 
17.

  It was just around the time that Sarah grew taller than Me when Mom died. 
Killed in a car crash, actually, with her lover, who happened to be Dad's 
boss! Dad had never suspected anything, and we had the double shock of 
learning of the accident and the affair at the same time.

  Ironically, Dad filled the vacancy created by Mom's lover's death as CEO 
of the company they were executives of. A substantial raise and generous 
stock options came with the promotion.

  And just as ironically, Dad started dating his late boss's widow, a 
beautiful, vivacious woman named Heather, who is seven years younger than 
Dad (Dad is 42 and Heather is 35, though she lookes more like 25) and has a 
daughter, Brooke, who is Sarah's age, 16. Heather is 5'11", two inches 
taller than Dad's 5'9". I guess Dad likes taller women because Mom was 5'10" 
and far more athletic than Dad, which probably accounts genetically for the 
fact that my kid sister has become taller and stronger than me. Sarah gets a 
big laugh from it, but it distresses me to no end that 19 years of age, 
having stopped growing at 5"8" I am the runt of my family, and that my once 
"little" sister at the age of 16 already dwarfs me, and she continues to 
grow taller and stronger every day.

  And the more time Dad spent with Heather, the smaller I felt, since not 
only does Heather tower over Dad and me, but Brooke, though not as tall as 
her mother yet, was already at age 16 5'10", a star on her high school 
basketball team as her mother had been, and an inch taller than my father. I 
wasn't too happy with the whirlwind romance, but I had no say about it. Dad 
thought that he was in love, and last year he married Heather in what was at 
her insistence a small, quiet wedding.

  Dad didn't notice it, but during the wedding picture taking, Brooke stood 
directly behind Dad and smiled down at his head to show how much taller she 
was with her new step-father. I could plainly see new step-mother smile 
conspiratorially with my new step-sister. Something was up! Sarah noticed it 
too, but Dad was in the throes of wedded bliss and was oblivious too it.

  Dad was in the middle of a big business deal at the time and couldn't 
leave for a honeymoon. But Heather insisted on a week in Barbados for 
herself, and since Dad couldn't  go, Heather took Brooke with her, leaving 
Dad, Sarah and me back home. Heather and Dad consummated their marriage that 
night and the women left for the tropics the next day.

  Heather's first husband had been CEO for some years and had accumulated 
more money than Dad. His house, now Heather's, is much larger than Dad's 
was, and in a more prestigious neighborhood. It followed, argued Heather, 
that we move into their house. While Heather and Brooke enjoyed their week 
on the beach, Dad, Sarah and I moved all of our things into Heather's house 
and put our old house on the market.

  I hated the new living arrangements, or the terms of Dad's financial 
agreement with Heather. They each kept what they had before the wedding and 
would split everything thereafter 50-50. This worked in Heather's favor all 
around. Heather came into the marriage with more than Dad, including full 
ownership of the house we now lived in, and far more money and stocks. 
However, Dad now had the big income, and half of it went to Heather. And 
Dad's's house that she never liked and never lived in, she would profit 
from. And on top of that, we would be living in HER house, on HER turf. 
Although there were three of us and only two fo them, my step-mother and 
step-sister had the upper hand over my father, my sister and me.

  My cause for uneasiness was well-founded. When Heather and Brooke returned 
with healthy tans, my step-mother  started to rule the house like a tyrant. 
She assigned us our bedrooms. Brooke already had a large bedroom with its 
own bathroom. There were two small bedrooms and one larger one. Sarah and I 
had been arguing over which one of us would get the larger room, but Heather 
settled the matter, announcing that my sister and I would each sleep in the 
two smaller rooms - and that Dad would sleep, by himself, in the larger 
bedroom!

  The expression on Dad's face showed that he hadn't expected that at all! 
"B-But D-Dear", he stammered, "we're married now! Don't you think both of us 
should sleep in your bedroom - our bedroom, D-Dear?

  Heather chuckled. "You're not man enough to sleep with me, darling! And 
now that we're legally married and there's nothing you can do about it, I'll 
tell you why I married you. I own a substantial number of shares in the 
company. I was always the brains behind my husband's success and I'll be 
damned if I was going to give up control of the company just because he 
died! Marrying you was a perfect way of staying in charge and protecting my 
investment! I'll be calling all the shots at home AND in the office! I'll 
stay home and monitor the company by computer, and we'll confer frequently 
during the day, just As I did with my first husband. But at night you will 
sleep alone, except for the rare circumstance in which I require your 
services!"

  "B-But Heather," blubbered Dad, "I'm your husband! I thought that you 
enjoyed sex with me!"

  Heather made a face and laughed. "You weren't even man enough to please 
your first wife, so you sure aren't man enough for me, darling! If you were 
more of a man she wouldn't have been able to seduce my husband! By the way, 
Darling, I knew about his affair with your wife from the beginning. I even 
encouraged it so he would less likely stick his nose in my own personal 
life. The only use I had for my husband was to control the company through 
him, and as long as that continued I didn't give a shit about the rest of 
his life!" Brooke smiled and nodded as Heather spoke. She obviously condoned 
the way her mother had used and cheated on her father. "But the thought of 
your wrinkled, wimpy-assed body in my bed makes me want to puke! I held my 
nose long enough for you to marry me and consummate the marriage so I could 
get half of your income and stock and keep running the company, but now I've 
got you where I want you, which is alone in your own room, darling!"

  "I-I w-want a d-divorce!" stuttered Dad.
  Heather gave a low, evil chuckle. "If you try to divorce me, darling, 
you'll be out on the street! This is MY house, your own one is gone and you 
would have to start from scratch! I know too much about the company and 
there are lots of ways that I could sabotage your job, darling! If you lose 
that you'll go broke trying to pay your taxes, and you won't have a job OR a 
place to live!"

  "Mom's got you over a barrel, Daddyo!" chirped Brooke.

  "And since we're still legally married, darling, you will continue to 
affectionately call me 'Dear', either in private or public, no matter how 
much I am humiliating you! As you will learn, I LOVE humiliating men. That's 
another reason for me to keep you around whether you like it or not, 
especially if you don't! And being your dear wife, I will of course call you 
'darling', darling!"

  Dad's anger and frustration was building, and finally it was too much for 
him. "NOOOOOOOO!" he shrieked as he rushed Heather, trying to knock her down 
on the way to the master bedroom. But his new wife was too quick for him and 
caught his arms in her hands. She swung him around and banged him against 
the wall. He staggered around and grabbed Heather's hands with his own.

  Heather and Dad stood facing each other, pitting their strength against 
one another. After a few seconds of struggle Dad started to moan and wince 
as Heather bent his hands back painfully, sending him to his knees in  a 
vain attempt to escape the pain. In front of the whole family, Heather had 
just demonstrated that she was physically stronger than her new husband.

  Having made her point, Heather let go of Dad's hands. I thought that 
Heather was finished and so did Dad, but suddenly, my step-mother kicked my 
father in the balls! Dad rolled around on the floor, clutching his crotch. 
Heather didn't let up, kicking Dad in his ribs and up his ass! When she did 
that, Dad let go of his balls and Heather gave him another blast to his now 
unprotected gonads.

  Dad was squealing on the floor, begging Heather to stop her painful 
kicking. "Do you give up, darling?" she asked.

  "Yes, D-Dear!" stammered Dad.

  "So you agree to my terms and living arrangements, darling?"

  "Y-Yes, D-Dear!"

  "And you will do as I say at home and at the office, darling?"

  "Yes, D-Dear!"

  "And you understand that you are nowhere near man enough for me and that I 
will be bringing home real men to fuck me, and they will all know that you 
are my husband, living alone in your room  while they help me cuckold you in 
my master bedroom, darling?"

  "Y-Y-Yess, D--Dear!" Dad was becoming a basket case!

"  And I proved myself stronger than you, right darling?"

  "Y-Yes, D-Dear!"

  Heather kicked Dad hard in the face as he lay on the floor at her feet. 
Dad was startled and tried again to roll away from Heather. It looked as 
though she was going to clobber his ass again, but at the last second she 
dipped her shoe slightly and got his balls from behind! Dad screamed a 
couple of octaves higher than I thought his voice could go.

  "And you see now how easy it is for me to kick the shit out of you and 
cause you pain like you have never felt in your life, darling?" Heather 
asked in a conversational tone of voice as she kicked his face again.

  "Y-Y-Y-YEAZZZ, D-D-DE-DA-D-D-DE-D-D-DA" sputtered Dad, unable to get out 
the words.

  "I'll take that as a 'Yes, Dear', darling!" purred Heather, jabbing her 
heel into Dad's cheek. "Now show your respect for my pain-giving shoes by 
kissing them, darling!"

  Dad never looked more miserable than when he surrendered to his wife by 
paying homage to her feet and shoes that had just "kicked the shit" out of 
him, as Heather had aptly put it. Dad's body was racked with pain, 
especially his testicles and his asscrack, the recipients of Heather's most 
brutal kicks. He was still in misery from his wife's kicks, yet he was 
kissing and licking the objects that had caused his torment!

  During all of this, Sarah and I were frozen in stunned silence as we 
watched our step-mother demolish our father. Brooke proudly watched her 
mother's victory. But watching Dad kiss Heather's shoes pushed me past the 
breaking point. I rushed Heather. "Quick, Dad!" I cried. "We'll get her 
together, 2 against 1!"

  As I was saying this, Brooke was already flying through the air and she 
tackled me, crashing to the ground on top of me as I crashed on top of Dad. 
I felt Brooke grab a handful of my hair and I saw her reach and grab Dad's 
hair in the same way. With twin firm grips she suddenly banged our heads 
together. We were both dazed and couldn't get to our feet.

  In my haze I saw Heather advancing towards my sister. "Don't be foolish, 
young lady!" she hissed. "You saw what I did to your father. And you're 
step-sister has both your father AND your brother under control right now. 
And I do have your father over a barrel like my daughter said. So be smart 
and back off, Sarah!"

  Apparently Sarah had started to intervene, but she backed off after 
Heather's threat. "Good common sense, girl!" murmured our step-mom in 
victory.

  Dad, Sarah and I were shell-shocked. Over the next week, Heather and 
Brooke continued to keep us off-balance. Heather brought home the same 
young, very good-looking hunk of a man three of those nights. He is younger 
than Heather, and therefore way younger than Dad. The day after the first 
visit, when we were alone, Heather remarked in her trademark matter-of-fact 
tone of voice that her lover works as a gardner. Heather would never marry 
someone of his low social standing, but he was the best fuck she'd ever had. 
Apparently she had been having an affair with him for five years! She had 
started cheating on her first husband before he ever cheated on her, and she 
certainly wasn't about to stop now on account of Dad!

  On the third night, Dad was made to serve champagne to his wife and her 
lover "between fucks", as Heather so elegantly put it in her instructions to 
Dad.

  I decided that Dad, Sarah and I had to do SOMETHING, but I wasn't sure 
what.

  Dad had to cook breakfast for his step-daughter, his wife and her lover 
the next morning. Heather allowed him only water as he prepared and served 
the fresh orange juice, pancakes, bacon and steaming hot coffee. After a 
long, passionate kiss and some more fondling at the door, the gardener left 
and shortly after that Heather announced that she and Brooke were going 
shopping and that Dad, Sarah and I were to clean the house from top to 
bottom.

  When Heather and Brooke left, I called Dad and Sarah together. "There are 
three of us and only two of them, dammit!" I said. "We could beat them if we 
all stood together!"

  "But she still controls the company!" whined Dad. "She said that she would 
put us out on the street!"

  Sarah looked at Dad in a way that I had never seen before. "You're 
pathetic, Daddy!" she sighed. Sarah has always called Dad "Daddy". She then 
turned to me. "But he's right. Heather does have Daddy over a barrel, just 
like Brooke said. You'd NEVER be able to stand up to her!"

  "But Sarah," I desperately replied, "could you at least talk to Heather, 
and try to arrange a truce? Maybe she would listen to another woman and ease 
up on the way she and Brooke treat us?"

  Sarah sneered at me. "You're as pathetic as Daddy!"

  "P-Please, Sarah Dear," begged Dad, "please talk to Heather for us! It's 
our only hope!"

  Sarah looked incredulously at Dad and shook her head. "All right, Daddy. 
I'll talk to Heather for you if you want, but I'll feel pretty foolish 
negotiating with your wife on your behalf!"

  That evening after dinner, Sarah approached Heather and quietly spoke to 
her. Heather motioned for Brooke to join them and the three women went to 
Heather's bedroom to talk. They were in there for over an hour before Sarah 
finally emerged, a grim expression on her face.

  "Those two are impossible!" my sister reported to Dad and me. "I have 
changed my mind. I think that we should band together and fight them! That's 
the only chance we have to escape eternal harassment. And I have a plan!"

  Sarah told us that she had overheard Heather and Brooke planning to work 
out on the exercise equipment in the basement the following morning, and 
suggested that we take them by surprise and fight them there and try to get 
Heather to agree to a more equitable situation in the house. Dad and I both 
agreed.

  The next morning Sarah led the way downstairs. But Heather and Brooke 
didn't seem at all surprised to see us. They were both smiling at us - and 
wearing boxing gloves!

  Then came the greatest shock of all.

  "Congratulations, Sarah!" purred Heather. "The suckers fell for it, just 
like you said they would!"

  Sarah smiled at heather and Brooke as she walked over to them. "Hook line 
and sinker!" she giggled as she high-fisted her step-mother's and 
step-sister's boxing gloves. he stood between them and put her arms around 
the two women's shoulders as they all faced Dad and me, laughing at us!

  Sarah had betrayed us! My own sister, Dad's own daughter, had gone over to 
the other side!

  "Darling," said Heather to Dad in her usual affectionate manner gesturing 
towards a table, "See those boxing gloves? Be a darling and put them on your 
daughter's hands and lace them up for her, darling!"

  "Y-Yes, D-Dear!" muttered Dad in defeat.
   As Dad approached Sarah and faced her, I noticed for the first time that 
She had grown taller than Dad! Dad looked up into her eyes. "How could you 
do this, Sarah? Our family outnumbers theirs! We could have won!"

  Sarah gave a low, evil chuckle, chillingly similar to the trademark 
chuckle of our step-mother, her new ally Heather. "Actually it was a pretty 
easy call for me, Daddy!" purred Sarah as Dad laced up her right glove. "I 
was embarrassed by the way Heather outsmarted you and beat you up and got 
her way on everything. It was obvious that you weren't man enough to stand 
up to her from the start, Daddy!"

  Dad's shaking hands had trouble, but finally he got the left glove on 
Sarah's hand and started lacing it up. "But I REALLY got disgusted 
yesterday," continued Sarah, "when the two of you came whining for me to 
help you! Imagine that! My own father and older brother begging the baby 
girl of the family to fight their battles for them!"

  "B-But S-Sarah," blubbered Dad, "I'm your father! How could you betray 
your brother and me like this?"


   "That's why I agreed when you begged me to talk to Heather, despite my 
disappointment in you, Daddy." answered Sarah, talking down patronizingly to 
her father as if HE were the child. "I took pity on you and talked to her, 
but my voice couldn't hide my contempt for the men in my family. Heather 
picked up on that right away and made me an offer, a far more attractive one 
than YOU could, Daddy!"

  "B-But Sarah Dear, it was 3 against 2. We could have beaten them!"

  Sarah smiled sorrowfully and shook her head. "You still don't get it, do 
you, Daddy? I'm the swing vote here! I would be in the majority whichever 
side I picked! I had to choose between blood or gender - either our family 
against theirs or us women against you men. Do I side with my father and 
brother or with the other women in our home, who are willing to welcome me 
with open arms? When I looked at it that way, Daddy, the choice was easy!"

  Sarah tapped the top of Dad's bald head with her boxing glove. "And you 
might have noticed, Daddy, that I'm taller than you now, by more than an 
inch! 16 and still growing, Daddy! You once seemed like such a big. strong 
man to me, but now you're just a little old man, Daddy!" You can't expect me 
to hold the same kind of respect for your authority now that I'm your 
physical superior, Daddy!"

  Dad looked absolutely crestfallen. I felt so bad for him. First his 
daughter had double-crossed him and then she talked to him with extreme 
disrespect, personally insulting and ridiculing him as she gloated over her 
happy change of circumstance. And se did it all in that sweet, chirping voce 
that she always talked to Dad in! Dad's eyes were filled with helplessness. 
Still, he continued his work on Sarah's boxing glove and tied off the knot.

  "All 3 of us girls are bigger than either of you guys, Daddy!' continued 
Sarah. "And don't fool yourself into believing that we could have beaten 
them, even with my help! Heather and Brooke are strong, formidable women. 
But even if we did win, I wouldn't enjoy it as much as I'm enjoying this! 
You're a loser, Daddy. So are you, Big Brother!" She put her arms around her 
new friends again. "I'm a winner, and I'm with the other winners now, where 
I belong! Why should I continue to align myself with you two losers when the 
winners asked me to join their side?"

  Dad had no response. He just dropped his head and looked at the floor, his 
shoulders sagging. Suddenly, Heather stepped forward and smashed a powerful 
right hook into Dad's jaw. Dad wasn't looking, and hadn't seen it coming. He 
was on his ass before he knew what had happened.

  Heather slipped her gloves under Dad's armpits and pulled him up. "You 
will look at your daughter when she is talking to you, darling, just like 
you would Brooke or me!" she cooed.

  "Y-Yes, D-Dear!" answered Dad in a trembling voice.

  "And you will address Sarah as 'Daughter Dearest' to acknowledge the fact 
that your daughter now holds a higher status in this house than you do. 
Understand, darling?"

  "Y-Y-Yes, D-Dear!" Dad trembled.

  "Now put on those gloves, darling!" she said, pointing to a box in the 
corner. "You too, boy!" she said to me.

  In the box were two pairs of slip-on training gloves. Heather and Brooke, 
probably with Sarah's help, had cleared space in the center of the room on 
the exercise mat.

Dad and I still weren't sure what was about to happen when Heather told us 
to stand together. Heather stood directly in front of Dad. She swung her arm 
back and put all of her weight into the punch.

  I had assumed that Heather was about to clobber Dad, but she suddenly 
pivoted and blasted ME in the face! Before I could recover, Heather hit me 
with a combination of rights and lefts to my head and body. It must have 
taken less ten seconds, and then I was rolling around on the mat, 
experiencing the most horrible most horrible pain in my life.

  "Get back up, you weakling!" hissed my step-mother as she pulled me back 
up. She turned to my sister. "That's all it takes to soften up, Sarah. Your 
turn!"

  With an impish smile on her face, my traitor/sister took a few 
shadow-boxing punches in the air and stepped over to me. Slowly, Sarah 
coiled back her left arm. My sister is left-handed and I expected the worst.

  But instead of hitting me, Sarah turned and slammed Dad in his jaw! His 
eyes turned to waxed bewilderment as his smiling daughter gave him black 
eye, a fat lip and a retching tummy-ache before he collapsed at her feet.

  Sarah jumped up and down, hugging Heather and Brooke. "I did it! I did 
it!" she shrieked. "I knew that I could beat Daddy up, and now I've done it! 
Right, Daddy?"

  "Y-Yes, S-Sarah!" stammered Dad.

  Quick as a flash, Sarah's foot lashed out and kicked Dad in the ribs. 
"Have you already forgotten how Heather told you to address me, Daddy?" I 
couldn't believe how menacingly she was talking to her father.

  "I'I'm s-sorry!" Dad sputtered. "D-Daughter D-Dearest! Yes, you have shown 
that you can b-beat me up, D-Daughter D-Dearest!"

  "And you admit that I am your physical superior, that I'm bigger and 
stronger than you and that I can beat you up whenever I feel like it, Daddy? 
Like you used to do to me when I was little, Daddy?" Sarah pursued 
relentlessly as she had seen Heather do with Dad.

  "Y-Yes, D-D-Daughter D-D-D-Dearest. You are n-now m-my physical 
s-superior, D-Daughter Dearest!" Dad couldn't have looked more miserable at 
that moment if he had been facing a firing squad.

  So THAT was it! I must admit, Dad has a temper and he had sometimes 
frightened and even hit Sarah, but now she was getting her revenge, and I 
could see how much my sister was relishing the turning of the tables. And I 
realized just how appropriate it was for Dad to address Sarah as "Daughter 
Dearest". I remember reading Christina Crawford's book, in which her mother 
Joan Crawford abused her but made her call call Joan "Mommy Dearest". To 
Sarah it must have been deliciously ironic to be abusing her once abusive 
father, and making him call his abusive daughter "Daughter Dearest"!

  Heather looked at me. "On your knees next to your father, boy!" she 
snapped. Of course I complied.

  "Go get 'em, girls!" chirped Heather. Without warning, Sarah and Brooke 
started kicking Dad and Me all over our bodies. We tried to roll away from 
them, screaming desperately for them to stop, but the girls were relentless 
kicking Dad and me all over our bodies. We tried to roll away from them, 
screaming desperately for them to stop, but the girls continued 
enthusiastically. Dad and I bumped into each other as we tried 
unsuccessfully to avoid either Brooke's or Sarah's feet, or both! We were 
too busy trying to protect ourselves in the fetal position for us to see 
which girl was kicking us at any given moment, but whichever direction we 
turned, we ran into trying to the powerful, kicking feet of the tormenting 
girls. We were too busy trying to protect ourselves in the fetal position 
for us to see which girl was kicking us at any given moment, but I'm sure 
that both Brooke and Sarah had each gotten in several kicks to Dad's and my 
balls, along with the rest of our bodies.

  "Now it's time for us to box!" Heather drawled.

  It was now obvious that each of the three women were stronger than either 
Dad or me. Dad spoke for both of us. "P-Please, Dear, we give up! We know 
that any of you women would beat up either of us! You're in charge now and 
we accept defeat! Just please don't hurt us any more, Dear!"

  Sarah looked at Dad and me with disgust and contempt. "Let me take care of 
these two myself, Heather. If you can grab my father and stand him up, and 
Brooke, if you'll be a dear and do the same with my 'little big brother,' 
I'll teach these crybaby wimps that their whining and begging won't get any 
sympathy from us, just the disgust that they deserve!"

  Delighted with their new ally, Heather and Brooke stood us up, pushed us 
close together and stood back to watch the show.

  And Sarah put on one hell of a show. She showed no mercy or sympathy, as 
promised. In fact our cowering pleadings of surrender seemed to spur her on. 
Dad and I were both in pain, beaten, and dead on our feet, while Sarah was 
pumped, enthusiastically ready for action. First she hit us both in the face 
with several blows, laughing in delight at our pathetic attempts to defend 
ourselves. She knocked our heads together, hard, and we fell to our knees. 
Then she started kicking me, while at the same time pummeling Dad's face and 
body with more punches until he too dropped to his knees.

  Sarah danced around us while kicking out frequently, preventing us from 
getting to our feet. In fact Sarah's feet smashed our bodies to the point 
where we had been driven from our knees to our bellies, forcing us to move 
more like snakes than dogs, let alone humans. Dad tried to plead with his 
daughter, but her only response was to kick him in the face, shutting him 
up. I was stunned by the sudden turn of events. It used to be that Both Dad 
and I were bigger than Sarah and any thought that she could beat either of 
us up would have been ridiculous. But now, Sarah, the "baby girl" of the 
family, had beaten up her formerly domineering father and older brother 
simultaneously and single-handedly. And the more brutal she was, the more 
she seemed to be enjoying herself.

  Sarah kicked Dad and me for a full five minutes, positioning us on our 
backs, side by side, and then suddenly jumped up, landing with a foot on 
each of our bellies, causing us to squeal pain. My kid sister cackled in 
delight as she steadied her footing. Then she started jumping up and down or 
bodies, her feet landing on our faces, chests, bellies - and balls! Sarah 
elicited agonized shrieks from her father and brother as her two sneakered 
heels squashed a total of four testicles in one landing. She kept us from 
rolling over by jumping up again, this time firmly landing with a foot on 
each of our chests. She bounced up and down, enjoying the groans she was 
making us emit, and she wouldn't get off until Brooke got her camera and 
took a dozen pictures, as Sarah took several different victory poses, her 
clenched fists in the air and her feet torturing various parts of Dad's and 
my bodies.
  After several minutes, with Sarah lording her new power over her male 
family elders, she finally jumped. We thought that she was jumping off of 
us, but at the last moment she moved her legs back and she landed on our 
balls once again, causing us to squeal in pain and Sarah to squeal in joy. 
It also caused us to jump to our knees, and even as we were in agony, 
Heather made me unlace and remove Brooke's boxing gloves and Dad do the same 
as her own. Then, Heather made Dad and me kiss Sarah's gloves, and then, as 
she stood there proudly, her two inferiors, her father and brother, removed 
the boxing gloves that had so effectively demolished their body and bodies 
and egos.

  From that day on, the women of the house have been in total control of us 
men. Dad is a servant to his daughter, his step-daughter and his wife. I am 
a servant to my kid sister, my kid step-sister and my step-mother. Dad and I 
must serve as Sarah and Brooke's chauffeur until they are old enough to 
drive themselves, at which time Dad will buy them new luxury cars. And as an 
extra added insult, at Sarah's suggestion, Heather kicked Dad out of the 
guest room, so that their own friends could have better accommodations when 
they visited. Now, not only do Dad and I have to sleep in the same room, and 
in the same bed, but thanks to Sarah's mischievous insistence, we have to 
sleep snugly in an old sleeping bag I had from the boy scouts! Sarah loved 
to gratuitously wield her power like that, knowing how much she was enjoying 
humiliating her father and brother.

  I thought that Sarah might have helped us out by getting Heather and 
Brooke to go easier on us, but instead, she has become the toughest girl of 
the three, to prove her loyalty to her new allies. Her new step-mother and 
step-sister were delighted when Sarah suggested putting a lock on the inside 
of our door. Sarah warned Dad and me that we had better take a nice long 
piss before bedtime, because we would be locked in our room until morning.


  The girls prevailed upon Heather to install an intercom system so that 
they can order us around from the comfort of their own bedrooms. Not only 
that, but the girls can buzz our door unlocked from their rooms or anywhere 
else in the house, just like in a prison!

  And the girls rewired the switch so that the lighting in our room was 
controlled from the outside. Sometimes the girls leave the bare 150 watt 
bulb on all night! And sometimes on weekends we have to wait until the girls 
eat breakfast before they get around to unlocking our door. And if we can't 
hold it in and wet ourselves, the girls punish us mercilessly. You haven't 
seen humiliation until you have seen a teenaged girl give her father an 
over-the-knee spanking as punishment for wetting his pants!
  To add more insult to injury, Heather made Dad and I take both cooking and 
massage lessons. Now that we are expert masseuses, Dad takes care of Heather 
and I do the same for Brooke and Sarah. Of course Brooke, not being a blood 
relative, takes more liberties with me, requring me to massage her in places 
that Sarah absolutly forbids me. But Brooke has trained me to be an expert 
at cunnilingus as well as body worship in other places, from her butt to her 
breasts to gently sucking the sweat off of her armpits!

  Sarah, with Heather's blessings, started bringing her new boyfriend home 
some nights. Heather streessed safe sex to both of the girls, not 
realistically expecting the 16 year-olds to remain virgins, if they still 
were.

  Sarah used this new freedom that Heather gave her, that she would never 
have gotten from her father if he had control over her, to further humiliate 
him. The first night that she brought her new boyfriend Mike home with her, 
I heard her show him how much control she had over her father in the 
following exchange:

  "Daddy!"

  "Yes, Daughter Dearest?"

  "Scrub down my toilet, Daddy!"

  "Y-Yes D-Daughter D-Dearest!"

  Mike laughed in amazement as Dad scurried into Sarah's bathroom to 
complete his task.

  Now, 2 hours later, Sarah summoned Dad and me over the intercom unlocking 
our door with the buzzer. The scent of hot sex filled her bedroom, and Sarah 
was glowing dreamily under the covers. "Give me a nice massage right through 
the blanket, brother dear!" She pulled the blanket off of Mike, leaving his 
naked, muscular body exposed. "Take care of my man, Daddy!" she purred.

  "Y-Yes, Daughter Dearest!" croaked Dad subsurviently. Most men would have 
thrown Mike out of the house, in this house the daughter had power and 
authority over her father, so he subserviently gave a full massage to the 
high-school stud who had just fucked his teenaged daughter. I knew where 
Sarah had gotten the idea from. I had heard Heather bragging about how she 
had made her husband give both her and her lover massages between their 
fucks!

It has been nearly a year now, and the girls are still in total control of 
us men. As far as Dad and I can see, there is no end in sight. Heather says 
that in the new era of Girlpower, it won't be long before wives, sisters and 
daughters all over the world will be subjugating their husbands, brothers 
and fathers. And from what I have experienced at the hands, and feet, of 
Sarah, Brooke and Heather, that day will arrive sooner than you may think.