Brat Power
by Sonofjack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Jake was on his knees looking up at his conqueror through two swollen eyes
that he could barely see through. Tears were streaming down his bruised,
swollen, battered cheeks. His 6'8" 310 pound body of bulging muscles shook
with fear as the tiny fist that had hold of his collar shook him again. All he
wanted was for the pain to stop. He prayed for the pain to stop.

"Have you have enough then?" the sneering voice of his subjugator asked.

"Yes, please don't hit me again," Jake begged.

"Do you understand who is boss around here from now on?"

"Yes, you are," Jake cried, "You're the boss."

"I'm your master," the voice corrected.

"Yes, you're my master," Jake agreed.

"And what does that make you?"

"Your slave. I'm your slave, only ... ."

"What? Speak, Slave."

"Only, please, don't hit me any more."

The gorgeous 5'6", 125 pound girl with the beautiful face and stunning figure
considered this request and said, "I won't promise anything, but I'll stop
beating your wimp-ass for now, Slave." She turned loose of his collar.

Jake prostrated himself before the sexy nineteen year old girl who had broken
him body and spirit and pressed his puffy, broken lips on her bare feet. He
covered her feet with kisses. He prayed for the pain to stop, and his goddess
of power and beauty had granted his prayer.

Was it only a few days ago that he thought he'd stumbled upon the easiest ten
thousand dollars he'd ever make?

When Jake answered the ad for "a capable, athletic, physically imposing man to
serve as a house sitter for two months" he didn't know what to expect. He only
knew that "capable, athletic and physically imposing" fit him to a proverbial
"T". Jake was a virtual mountain of muscle. He'd been a starting defensive
lineman for a Division One college football for four years. Plus, he was not
only big and strong, but he was also fast, tough and a skilled fighter..

Unfortunately, his dreams of playing in the NFL did not pan out. Though he was
big, strong, fast, tough and agile, he was considered too undisciplined to
play at the highest level. He didn't always control his temper on or off the
field. He'd had a few too many brushes with the law, and he led all of
Division One football in unsportsmanlike conduct penalties.

Having pinned his hopes on a professional football career that hadn't quite
worked out, Jake was at a crossroads in his life. There was some hope of
perhaps playing professional football in Canada or Europe where he might
attract the attention of the NFL, but until then, he had to earn a living. His
degree in basket weaving or whatever it was in was of no help, and he'd
recently been fired from his job as a nightclub bouncer when he saw the ad for
the house-sitting gig.

When he met Mr. Masters, the owner of the house he be sitting for, the middle
aged wealthy man told Jake, "Yes, you certainly look like you can take care of
yourself." Jake assured him that this was the case. When Mr. Masters said,
"And I see on your resume that you have experience as a bouncer," Jake didn't
bother to tell his future employer that he'd been fired from that job for
being too aggressive with the customers.

As Mr. Master's described the job, it sounded like a piece of cake. He and his
wife were going on a two month tour of Europe for the summer, and they simply
wanted someone to live in their home and watch over things for them. They
lived in a gated community with professional security so that crime was not
really an issue.

"I guess I don't really understand, Mr. Masters," Jake admitted. If there's no
crime, then why do you need a house sitter?"

Mr. Masters looked nervous. "Well... actually, your main job will be making
sure that our daughter Suzanne doesn't' throw any parties while we're gone,"
he explained.

"So you want me to babysit your daughter?" Jake asked doubtfully. To him
babysitting was a woman's job.

"No, oh no," Mr. Masters responded. "Our daughter is nineteen years old. She
can take care of herself. It's just that her mother and I don't want her to
throw any parties while we're gone."

Jake had never thought of himself as a hired buzz-killer before. He was always
more the type to start parties while parents were away on holiday than he was
the type to prevent them. "Geez ... I don't know, Mr. Masters," Jake began.

"I'll pay you ten thousand dollars," Mr. Masters offered, "Half now and half
when we get back."

Mr. Masters said several other things to try to sweeten the deal. He showed
Jake the industrial sized refrigerator and the walk-in freezer and pantry
stock with enough food to feed Jake for six months. He promised Jake that
there would not be any yard work or domestic duties involved. "As long as
there are no parties while we're gone, you'll be able to spend the majority of
your time lounging be our built-in pool and spa."

"Excuse me, Sir," Jake said, "But why are you willing to pay so much just to
make sure your daughter doesn't have any parties?"

"Believe me, ten thousand would be a bargain compared to the amount of damages
sustained as a result of our daughter's last party," Mr. Masters replied.
"It's not that Suzanne is a bad girl""not really""but she is spoiled. I guess
that's her mother's and my fault. I guess we've made things too darn easy for
her."

Jake could really use the money, but watching over a spoiled brat wasn't his
idea of a fun way to spend the next two months. Then Suzanne walked into the
room. She was without a doubt the sexiest girl he'd ever seen in his life. He
wasn't sure if she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, but she was
absolutely the sexiest. She was wearing a spaghetti strap belly shirt and
micro-shorts that looked like they'd been painted on. On her feet she wore
high healed, open toed sandals. Her toenails were painted passion red.

"Well, speak of the devil," Mr. Masters said, "Here's Suzanne now. Suzanne,
this is Jake. If he and I can come to terms, he'll be staying with you while
your mother and I are in Europe.

Jake just stood there stupefied and stared at the young goddess before him.
Suzanne Masters was 5'6" with a figure that defined the term "hourglass". She
had huge tits, a tiny waist and flaring, womanly hips. Her legs were long and
shapely, her shoulders were broad and sexy and her tummy was flat and toned.
All of this was quite apparent at a glance. Her body was rock hard and in
great shape, yet she still looked soft and curvy.

Her face was absolutely stunning with very thick and lush lips, high
cheekbones, flawless, luminous skin and big brown eyes with golden flecks. Her
light brown hair was cut very short. I was almost a buzz-cut on the sides, but
Suzanne had the kind of feminine face that only looked that much more
beautiful with a short, almost masculine hairstyle.

She also had a subtle, intangible sluttish quality that only fired Jake's
passion that much more. Within seconds of casting his eyes on her, Jake could
feel his ten inch cock starting to stiffen.

Her gorgeous lips were curled in a sneer that as much as said, "I know I'm
beautiful. I know I'm perfect. I know you want me more than you've ever wanted
anything in your life. But you need to know that you will never have me
because I'm so far above you that you'd get a nosebleed before you got halfway
to where I am." It was an arrogant, flippant sneer that somehow only made her
seem even more desirable. It made you feel like you would never be able to
conquer her, but if somehow you could you would be rewarded with the greatest
pleasures imaginable.

Suzanne looked at Jake like he was crud that she had just scraped off her
shoe. When she spoke, her voice had exactly the bratish tone you'd expect it
to have. "Hello, Meat," she said, "You must be the 'warden' my parents hired."

Without another word, Suzanne turned and walked out of the room. Jake still
hadn't spoken because he was mesmerized by the sway of Suzanne's ass as she
walked away. Suzanne's ass""like the rest of her""was a wonder to behold. It
was tight, round, bulbous and barely covered by her itsy-bitsy shorts. Jake
could see himself spending hours nibbling on and lavishing that ass with all
kinds of loving attention.

Without so much as a glance back, Suzanne said, "Stop staring at my ass,
Meat!" Jake didn't bother to question how she knew he was staring at her ass.
The real question was, how could he not be staring at that ass!

"Heh, heh," Mr. Masters chuckled nervously. "As you can see, Suzanne can be a
bit of a handful. She's not bad""not really," he assured Jake for the second
time, "She's just rather ... headstrong."

"So basically, my job is to make sure that she doesn't have any parties while
you're gone?"

"Exactly!" said Mr. Masters. "She's only allowed to have two girlfriends over
at a time. Those will most likely be her two best friends, Demi and Farrah."
Then Mr. Masters became more serious. "Under no circumstances is she to have
any boys over while we're away. We're counting on you to enforce that rule
especially."

"No problem," Jake assured Mr. Masters, "Only how ... insistent do you want me
to be about the 'no boys' rule?"

Mr. Masters gave Jake a no-nonsense look. He understood exactly what the
younger man was asking, and he wanted to be very clear with his answer. "I
want you to be extremely insistent about the 'no boys' rule," Mr. Masters
replied. "You have my permission to use whatever means necessary to enforce
this rule." Then, just to make absolutely sure that Jake got it Mr. Masters
added. "You have my permission to treat any unauthorized male as you would a
trespasser onto my property. When I said that you looked like you could take
care of yourself, I also meant that you looked like you could take care of any
situations of this nature that might arise."

"I think we understand each other, Sir," Jake said with a confident smirk.
Suddenly he couldn't wait to start this job. He was hoping that before the end
of the first week he'd have Suzanne serving him breakfast in bed. That, plus
the added bonus of getting the chance to beat the shit out of some wimpy,
spoiled, rich, punk-ass boys ... . Next to football, there were no two things
that Jake liked better.

Mr. Masters then showed Jake to the room he'd be staying in. It was nicer than
any of the apartments Jake had lived in since he'd left home. It even had its
own private bathroom. "And as I said before, feel free to eat any of the food
in the kitchen. Just make yourself at home."

Then Jake thought of something. "There's one thing, Sir, I'll have to be away
from the house for at least a couple of hours every day so that I can go to
the gym." Staying in top physical condition was a priority for Jake.

"Didn't I mention that we have a full gym in the basement?" asked Mr. Masters.
Three minutes later he was showing it to Jake. Jake was impressed by the
variety and the amount of free weights and other equipment in the Masters'
private gym. He was also surprised because Mr. Masters was puny and weak
looking and had a slight paunch. He didn't look like the kind of man who would
have a gym like this.

Jake just had one final question. "What about me, Sir? Can I have friends over
while I'm here?"

"Oh! I hadn't thought about that," Mr. Masters admitted, "But I guess if
you're expected to spend the next two months mostly cooped up in this house it
only makes sense that you'd like to see some of your friends. I'll tell you
what, how about we make the same deal with you that we made with Suzanne.
We'll say that you can have two of your friends over at a time."

"That sounds fair," Jake agreed, and the two men sealed the deal with a
handshake.

"One last thing," Mr. Masters said. He handed Jake a Visa Platinum Card and
said, "This is only to be used in case of a dire emergency. Under no
circumstance are you to let Suzanne get her hands on this card."

"Yes, Sir; you can count on me, Sir," Jake said. He spent the next several
days preparing to move into the Masters' home. When the big day arrived, Jake
showed up with his stuff at 7AM. Mr. Masters and his wife were ready to leave
on their trip.

"Suzanne isn't up yet, but go ahead and put your stuff in your room," Mr.
Masters said. Five minutes later he and his wife were gone.

Jake was on a high protein, high calorie diet. He went straight to the kitchen
and prepared himself a hardy steak and egg breakfast. After breakfast he
unpacked his things. Then he went down to the basement for a light mid-morning
workout. He also checked out the backyard pool and snooped around the house.

Finally, shortly before 11AM Susanne came bouncing down the stairs in a tiny
micro-bikini. Once again, Jake was dumbfounded for several seconds by the
vision in front of him. He felt like a peasant in the presence of a goddess,
and this feeling was only amplified by the certain knowledge that Suzanne felt
that way too.

This was a new experience for Jake. In addition to being a finely honed
athlete, he was also a very successful player. He'd met spoiled little
princesses before, and more times than not, he'd come out on top both
figuratively and literally. He'd never felt intimidated by any woman before he
met Suzanne. When the alpha-males got together, they called Jake "Champ".

When he spoke, he tried to sound light and casual. "Hey, sleepyhead, it's
about time you got up! I guess you're going to the pool, huh?"

"Really, Meat? What was your first clue?"

"Aw c'mon, Suzy, can't we be friends?" Jake asked as he extended his hand to
shake.

Suzanne looked at Jake's hand like he had just tried to hand her a turd. "Do I
look like a 'Suzy' to you, Meat? My friends call me 'Suzanne'; you may call me
'Miss Masters'."

Jake extended his hand and touched Susanne's shoulder. This time when he
spoke, it was with his smooth "ladies man" voice, "Seriously, Suzy, can't we
be friends."

Suzanne grabbed Jake's forearm with her relatively tiny hand and twisted it.
Much to his surprise, Jake found himself in excruciating pain. He fell to his
knees and cried, "Let go of my arm! You're breaking it. Let go!"

Without letting go Suzanne asked, "What's my name?"

"Suzanne," Jake replied through gritted teeth.

"Say it again," the brat princess demanded.

"YOUR NAME IS SUZANNE," Jake cried.

Susanne released his arm. "Geez, you didn't have to do that," Jake said as he
rubbed his sore arm. "What was that, some kind of special karate move or
something?"

Suzanne snorted derisively, "Yeah, you wish! Bring some fresh squeezed orange
juice and a slice of lightly buttered toast to me by the pool." As she walked
off she casually said over her shoulder, "And stop staring at my ass."

Jake began muttering to himself, "If that bitch thinks I'm going to wait on
her for the next two months, she's full of shit!" However, as he muttered, he
also did exactly as instructed. Once he had the freshly squeezed orange juice
in a glass and the lightly buttered toast on a little plate, he put them both
on a serving tray and took them out and placed them on the little table next
to the lounge chair from which Suzanne was soaking up rays.

Despite his resentment of the way Suzanne was treating him, Jake could not
help but marvel at the wonderland that was Suzanne's body. He wanted no more
at that moment than to have an all-day exclusive pass. He decided to try and
make casual small talk again.

"That was some move you put on my arm back there," he began, "What was it,
some kind of trick with leverage or something."

Suzanne didn't even bother to look at him. "It was no 'trick', Meat; I'm just
a lot stronger than you are."

"Aw c'mon," Jake admonished, "I must outweigh you by more than two-to-one."

"No doubt," agreed Suzanne, "But I'm still a lot stronger than you are."

Jake couldn't believe that what Suzanne was saying could be true, and yet
there was the evidence of his arm which was still sore. Suzanne took a bite of
her toast and spit it out. "You call that lightly buttered, Meat? Just how
fucking worthless are you? Now, clean up that piece of toast off the patio and
go make me another slice and do it right this time."

Jake had reached his breaking point. "Clean it up yourself, Bitch," he said as
he turned and started to walk away. He only took a few steps when he felt a
tug on the back of the T-shirt he was wearing. He was shocked to find himself
being pulled backwards.

Jake felt another small hand slip between his inner thighs. The next thing he
knew, he was being lifted off the ground and held over Suzanne's head with his
face looking up at the sky. "We might as well understand each other now," said
Suzanne. "The way it's going to be is that I give the orders and you follow
them. Is that understood?"

"Put me down," Jake shouted. Surprisingly, Suzanne put him down. Jake stood
glaring at the powerful brat princess. Despite what had just happened, Jake
was not scared. He still could not believe that such a small young woman who
looked so soft and feminine could really be stronger than him. He still
thought that she was using some kind of trick.

Besides, even if it was somehow true, Jake had taken down bigger and stronger
men than himself in the past. It was for this reason that he was the most
feared man in Division One college football for the past four years. As a
bouncer, he once faced three men bigger than himself at once, and emerged
victorious.

The other thing he realized was that if he let her get the upper hand now, his
life would be miserable for he next two months, and he was not about to suffer
that. "Look, Princess, I've tried to be friendly with you, but you don't want
that. Fine! But we're stuck with each other for the next two months, and I'm
not going to spend that time serving you!"

"You want to bet?" Suzanne asked. This time Suzanne grabbed the belt around
Jake's cargo shorts, lifted him up with one hand and tossed him through the
air eight feet into the middle of the pool. "Maybe that will cool you off."

"What a corny quip," Jake thought to himself. He quickly swam to the side of
the pool, pulled himself up onto the patio, stepped up to Suzanne and said,
"I'd like to see you try to do that again!"

Three seconds later he found himself back in the middle of the pool. "Damn,
how does she do that??" he thought. Once again Jake swam over to the side of
the pool and got out. He rushed over to Suzanne and said, "If you do that one
more ti"""

Two seconds later he found himself in the middle of the pool again! This time
when he swam over and jumped out of the pool and rushed up to the buxom
beauty, he didn't waste any time with words. He ran over to her and grabbed
her in a tight bear hug.

Suzanne giggled and easily broke his grip. She slapped him across the face so
hard that he nearly fell over although it didn't look like she put much effort
behind it. "That was a warning tap. Touch me again, and I won't be so gentle,"
the brat princess warned.

Jake poked Suzanne with his index finger and said, "Touch," sarcastically.
Suzanne dropped him to the ground with a punch so hard and so fast that he
barely saw it coming.

No one took Jake down like that without repercussions. Woman or no woman, Jake
came back up fighting mad. "If you weren't a girl," he said through gritted
teeth.

Suzanne dropped him to the ground again with a tap of her tiny fist. "Don't
let that stop you," she said.

Jake jumped back up in a blind rage and threw a punch at Suzanne's jaw. She
caught his fist in her much smaller hand and squeezed driving him immediately
to his knees. Jake felt as if his hand was caught in some powerful crushing
machine. Suzanne spoke to him like an adult might talk to an unruly child.
"Now, are you going to pick up that piece of toast I spit out and go fix me
another slice, or would you like me to really show you how hard I can hit?"

"Please, you're crushing my hand," Jake begged.

"Answer my question, Meat," Suzanne said dispassionately.

"I'll pick it up," he agreed. He would have agreed to anything to make the
pain stop.

When Jake went over to the piece of toast and started to retrieve it, Suzanne
said, "Actually, why don't you pick it up with your mouth?" Jake understood
what she was doing. She was establishing her dominance. This is the kind of
thing he might have done himself to assert authority over a weaker opponent.
When Jake hesitated, Suzanne took a step towards him. The massively muscled
jock felt a flutter in his stomach. He quickly got down on all fours and
picked up the piece of toast with his mouth.

"Now, swallow it," Suzanne said. Not only was the toast wet from already being
in Suzanne's mouth, but it had grit on it from the patio. Even still, Jake did
as he was told. He then went back into the kitchen to make another slice of
toast for Suzanne.

Jake was confused by the mixture of emotions he was feeling. He was certainly
unnerved by the fact that Suzanne was able to catch his punch like that. No
one had ever done that before""even when he went up against bigger opponents.
He felt fear which was something he was not used to.

He was also angry, however by the way Suzanne had humiliated him and tossed
him around like a little kid, and he was frustrated by not being able to do
anything about it. For the first time in his life, he was the bullied and not
the bully, and he discovered that he didn't like it one bit.

However, there was another feeling on top of all the others. He was impressed
by Suzanne's obvious power. He'd already been lusting after her because of her
impossibly hot appearance. The discovery that she was apparently much, much
stronger than he was only amplified his lust tenfold.

The thought of being dominated by such a sexy, powerful brat goddess made his
monster cock harder than it had ever been before. He had to figure out a way
to get Suzanne to want him as much as he wanted her. He just wasn't sure how
yet. In the meantime, he would maintain a low profile and do as he was told.

Besides, he found himself wanting to serve the sexy supergirl.

By the time Jake was ready to take the fresh slice of toast out to Suzanne,
there were two other girls with Suzanne lounging in chairs by the pool. They'd
let themselves in through the gate in the backyard fence. Jake decided to give
the three young women a thrill by taking off his shirt and revealing his truly
impressive masculine physique.

He hoped that one of the other two girls would comment on his manly body
because he knew from experience that if another woman expressed appreciation
of a man that generally made the other nearby women take a closer look.

He walked up to the three young hotties and said, "Here's that toast you asked
for, Suzanne."

"Yeah right; I 'asked' you to bring me more toast," Suzanne scoffed.

Jake ignored her remark and addressed to two new young women. "So you must be
Suzanne's friends. Mr. Masters told me to expect you. He didn't tell me how
attractive you were though," Jake said this in his most flirtatious voice.

The dark haired one said, "Who's this Suzanne?"

Suzanne rolled her eyes and acted as if it was a chore to work up the energy
to make introductions. "Farah, Demi, this is Meat, the guy my parents hired to
be my 'warden'."

Demi was a beautiful young woman with long, black, curly hair. She was about
an inch shorter than Suzanne. She had a sweet, kewpie doll face with big brown
eyes. While her face might have made her look almost like an innocent little
girl, her body was all woman. She was all soft curves like her friend Suzanne,
though her curves were not quite so extreme.

Farrah was the tallest of the three women by four inches and her body was more
lean and muscular than the other two. In fact, Farrah had a body that any
fitness model would envy. Her breasts and hips were smaller than the other
two, but her breasts were still quite nice""like two extra-large, smooth
scoops of ice cream. Her ass was tighter and more toned than the other two
women.

"My name is Jake, not 'Meat', and I'm nothing so terrible as a 'warden'.
Suzanne's parents just hired me to keep an eye on things while they're gone."
Jake tried to sound relaxed and cool.

"What happened to your face?" Farrah asked.

Jake then realized that there must have been some redness and/or puffiness
where Suzanne had hit him. "Well ... uh ... you see," he stammered.

"I had to let him know who was boss," Suzanne explained.

Demi said, "Geez, Suzanne, you should be more careful. He's kind of cute."

Jake was happy that someone finally noticed.

"I suppose," said Suzanne, "If you find that that kind of beefcake look
attractive." The way she said this made it clear that she did not.

Farrah laughed and said, "Forget it, Demi, you're wasting your time flirting
with him. See that look in his eye. He's already madly in love with our bitchy
friend Suzanne."

"I think you're right, Farrah," Demi said with disappointment. "Gawd, Suzanne,
do you have to make all the hot guys fall in love with you?"

"Can I help it if men find me irresistible?" Suzanne asked. Although this was
technically a question, it was really more of a statement of fact. And you
really couldn't consider Suzanne conceited for saying it. She was simply
stating the truth.

"Who says I'm in love with her?" Jake protested feebly. He could begin to feel
warmth sweep across his face.

"Look, he's blushing! How adorable," Demi giggled.

Farrah and Suzanne laughed at Jake's discomfort. Jake turned and began walking
towards the house.

"Wait a minute, Meat," Suzanne said, "Bring us three ice teas."

"Make mine a lemonade, please," said Demi.

Jake told himself that he complied with this "request" only because Demi said
"please".

Jake put his shirt back on and poured the three drinks. As he was bringing
them out he saw the back gate open and a young man stepped into the back yard
pool area. "Hey, you brats! I'm here." The man was about 5'10", skinny and
soft looking. He had blonde hair with a patrician handsome face. Jake knew his
type. He was born rich and never had to work hard for anything in his life.
He'd never experienced the glory of competition or understood what it meant to
be a real man. His hands were soft like a woman's. In Jake's mind, men like
this were more feminine than most women, and it always amazed him that some
women found this type attractive.

Jake put down the tray of drinks that he was carrying and hurried on over to
where the new arrival was standing. "I'm afraid you're going to have to
leave," he said.

"Says who? Who are you?" the young man said with way too much defiance in his
tone to suit Jake.

Jake grabbed him roughly by the arm and said, "I'm the one telling you how
it's going to be! Mr. Masters said 'no boys'. So are you going to leave on
your own, or do I have to help you?"

Jake hoped that he would get to "help".

"I'm not going anywhere unless Suzanne tells me that I have to!"

Jake was not used to having guys like this stand up to him unless they had
three or four friends as back-up. And when they did, Jake loved watching their
defiance turn to compliance after he kicked the crap out of the three or four
friends. It didn't occur to Jake until too late that this wimp might have
back-up that he couldn't handle.

Suzanne's tiny hand reached out and squeezed his arm, forcing him to turn the
wimp loose. Then she said, "I thought that we reached an understanding before,
dumbass, but I guess that you're going to need another lesson. Nobody grabs my
boyfriend like that and starts ordering him around!"

Boyfriend? Jake suddenly realized that he'd made a big mistake""perhaps a
fatal mistake. Suzanne reached up and punched Jake with an uppercut that
lifted him several inches off the ground. He landed hard on his back. Suzanne
reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his
knees.

Jake was groggy from the uppercut Suzanne had given him, but the instincts of
being in hundreds of fights kicked in and he managed to put together a three
punch combination of strikes to Suzanne's midsection. These were devastating
punches that were packed with enough power to have caused most professional
male fighters to pause.

"What are you trying to do, tickle me?" Suzanne asked as she used her free
hand to unleash a flurry of hard slaps to Jake's face. One slap busted his
lip, another shut his left eye. Suzanne grabbed his collar with her other hand
and used her free hand to bruise and shut the eye on the right side of his
face.

Finally, Jake threw up his hands. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"Please, please, I'm sorry! Please, don't hit me any more," he begged.

Susanne might have kept going if Demi hadn't said, "Come on, Suzanne, I think
he's had enough."

"Have you had enough, then?" Suzanne asked.

Suzanne allowed a grateful Jake to fall to his hands and knees and cover her
feet with kisses from his bruised and puffy lips after promising to be her
slave. Then she called her wimpy boyfriend over to her side. "Slave," she said
to Jake,

"Yes, Master," he obediently replied.

"This is Jeffrey. From now on you are to obey him just as you do me. Is that
clear?"

Despite the beating he'd just taken, Jake wasn't sure he could agree to
anything so humiliating as taking orders from a girly-man like Jeffrey.
Finally, he said, "I don't have to kiss his feet, do I?"

Suzanne thought about it for a second. She liked it when Jake kissed her feet.
She decided to reserve that pleasure just for herself. "No, you only have to
kiss my feet," she said.

"Okay," Jake reluctantly agreed.

"Good. Now go into the house and clean up your bloody face. You look gross.
There's a first aid kit on the wall in the kitchen." Jake found the first aid
kit and went into the bathroom attached to his bedroom and washed his face. He
began to cry from the shame and humiliation of being so thoroughly beaten up
by a girl half his size. He was also ashamed of the way he backed down so
completely, but what choice did he have?

He was cleaning up the cuts and bruises when Demi appeared at the door. "I
thought you might need some help," she offered. Jake didn't say anything, but
he didn't protest either and Demi began to help him. "Man, she really did a
number on you," Demi said, "You really fucked up when you threatened Jeffrey."

"What does she see in that guy?" Jake said. He quickly followed this up with a
terrified, "Please, don't tell Suzanne I said that."

"I won't," Demi assured him, "And to answer your question, I have no idea. She
does anything he tells her, and he treats her like shit!"

"Seriously? How does he get away with it?"

"For some reason she's gaga over him, but I guess you can understand that."

"What do you mean?" Jake asked.

"You know what I mean," replied Demi. "Suzanne just beat the shit out of you,
and you're so in love with her that you'd risk her doing it again just so you
can be near her. Don't try to deny it."

Jake didn't. He couldn't. It was true. Jake had never cried in front of a
woman before, but he hugged Demi around the waist and cried is swollen eyes
out. She hugged his battered face into her breasts and said, "It's okay. It'll
be alright."

After regaining his composure, Jake spent the rest of the afternoon running
back and forth serving Suzanne and her three guests. Whenever Jeffrey told him
what to do, Jake would do it, but he gave Jeffrey a look a few times that told
him that if the two of them were ever in a room alone together that one of
them would have to be carried out.

Jeffrey even told Suzanne, "Honey, your slave gave me a dirty look." This
resulted in Suzanne giving Jake such a menacing look that he almost pissed
himself. He stopped giving Jeffrey threatening looks, but it didn't stop him
from imagining how sweet it would be to beat that little girl-man wimp to a
pulp.

The thing that really made Jake want to kill Jeffrey was when we'd see the
little punk making out with Suzanne. "What can he see in a wimp like that?" he
asked himself for the hundredth time. Then it dawned on him that compared to
Suzanne, he was a wimp too.

Later that night when the others had gone and it was just Jake and Suzanne
left in the main living room, Jake said, "Is it okay is I ask you a question,
Master?" Suzanne didn't insist on being called "Master" all the time, but Jake
did so anyway.

"I guess so," Suzanne said.

"How ... how did you get to be so strong? I-I mean you don't have big muscles
... ."

"None of your business," Suzanne replied.

"Oh ... okay," Jake said and began to walk away.

"Brat power," Suzanne said.

"What?"

"You asked how I became so strong. Well, that's it. I got this way because of
brat power."

"What does that mean?" Jake asked.

"I'm such a brat that I get anything I want," Suzanne explained. "I've known
this since I was a little girl. At first I just used it to get stuff from my
parents. I found out that they would give me ANYTHING I asked for. Even when
they said they wouldn't, they would. Of course, this was just material things.
But when I was in sixth grade, I decided that I wanted to have the prettiest
face in school. Within three months I did."

"You mean like with plastic surgery?" Jake asked.

"No, dip-shit, they don't perform unnecessary plastic surgery on sixth
graders. How stupid are you?"

Jake ignored Suzanne's insults. "But how do you know that your face isn't just
naturally beautiful?"

"My face is naturally beautiful," Suzanne insisted, "It just wasn't the most
beautiful until I used my brat power to will it to be so." Jake was still
sceptical. Suzanne continued. "Then in eighth grade, I decided that I wanted
to have the biggest boobs in school. Two months later I did."

"But how do you know it just wasn't time for your boobs to grow?" asked Jake.

"I just know, okay?" Jake could tell from Suzanne's tone that she didn't like
to be challenged like this.

"Okay," Jake agreed.

"In ninth grade, I decided that I wanted to have the best ass in the state of
California. I knew that this would be hard, because there are a lot on nice
asses in California. But just one month later, I had the best ass in
California." Suzanne stood up and shook her ass. "Don't you agree?"

"I think that you have the finest ass in the world," Jake said. He was
thrilled because what Suzanne had just done could almost be considered
flirting with him. Could he even dare to hope?

"Yeah, well stop looking at it," Suzanne demanded. She continued, "Then in
tenth grade, I decided that I wanted to be the strongest person in the world,
and the next day I was!" Jake had to agree that while those other things might
be flukes, the evidence of Suzanne's unnatural strength was pretty damn
compelling. He wasn't sure that she was the strongest person in the world, but
he would find out.

Just to give Jake a little demonstration, Suzanne walked over to the fireplace
and picked up the poker. It was thick and solid looking. Suzanne handed it to
Jake and said, "You're a big boy. Bend his poker."

Jake thought that he might be able to do it. After all, he was a very strong
man. He held it with his hands about fourteen inches apart and tried with all
his might to bend the poker. Though he tried, Jake could not get that poker to
bend. In fact, he knew that he didn't even come close.

"Now let me," said Suzanne. She held the poker with her hands only about three
inches apart and with a superior smirk, she bent the metal tool in half like
it was made of tinfoil. "See, I'm stronger than you or any man, and sexier
than any other woman, and it's all because of brat power!"

"That's hard to believe," Jake responded.

"It's not so amazing. I also taught it to Demi and Farrah. Demi used to have
bad acne. Now her face is as smooth as a baby's ass. Farrah used to have
trouble with her weight. Now she has the body of a fitness model."

"Are they strong like you?" Jake asked.

"They're strong, but they aren't as strong as I am. I told you; I'm the
strongest person in the world. They're not as sexy as I am either." Somehow,
Suzanne could say these things without it sounding like bragging. She made
these statements with such supreme confidence that it was nearly impossible to
doubt her.

Jake didn't doubt or disagree with a word she said, but he did ask, "Why are
you the strongest and the most sexy?"

"Because I'm more of a brat than both of them put together. Demi's almost not
even a brat at all!"

That night, Jake couldn't sleep. All he could do was think about how in love
he was with Suzanne and how much he wanted to destroy Jeffrey.

The next day Jake was up early. The night before he washed all the towels that
Suzanne and her guests had used. This morning he threw them all in the dryer.
He also fixed himself another steak and egg breakfast. After that, he went to
the basement gym to work off some of him stress by pumping some iron.

While he was down in the basement, the heard the basement door open and a
woman's voice ask, "Is somebody down here?"

"Uh, it's just me," Jake replied. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs.
It was Demi and Farrah. They were both dressed in skimpy bikinis like the day
before""Demi with her big tits and soft curves and Farrah with her athletic
body with firm tits and a tight, muscular ass ... . They both looked very
good.

"Oh, hi," Jake said, "Suzanne isn't up yet."

"No kidding?" Farrah asked sarcastically.

"It's only a little after 10AM; we knew she wouldn't be up," Demi explained.

"You girls want anything to eat?" Jake asked. It surprised him how quickly
he'd adapted to his new role as a servant. Both girls told him that they'd
already eaten breakfast.

"Mind if I continue my workout?" Jake asked. He was wearing a pair of gym
shorts and nothing else.

"Go right ahead," Demi said with more than passing interest.

Before getting started, Jake said, "Do you know what Suzanne told me last
night? She told me that she got to be so strong because of something she calls
'Brat Power'."

"She told you that?" Farrah asked.

"Yeah, crazy huh?" Jake said trying to discover how much truth there was to
Suzanne's wild story.

"No ... it's true," Farrah confirmed, "I'm just surprised she told you. She
doesn't tell very many people. I don't think she's even told Jeffrey."

"That's probably because Jeffrey's never asked her. Jeffrey's only concern is
Jeffrey," Demi chimed in.

"Suzanne told me that you guys are strong too," Jake said.

"Were not as strong as Suzanne," Demi informed him.

"How strong are you?" Jake asked.

"Strong enough to do this," Demi said. She went over to the bench press where
Jake already had four hundred pounds waiting for him to move. Demi""the petite
young woman with the long, black curly hair surrounding the cute baby
face""place one delicate looking hand underneath the four hundred pound bar
and effortlessly lifted it up like to was made of feathers.

Jake was speechless. "Does this impress you?" Demi said as she began doing
one-handed curls with the massive weight. The combination of Demi's sweet,
innocent face, her sexy killer curves and her phenomenal strength was enough
to make Jake's huge cock stand at attention. "Don't bother to answer," the
super-strong sweetie giggled, "I can see by the huge sausage in your pants
that you are impressed."

Farrah was suddenly a lot more interested in what was happening. "Toss that
weight over here," she said to Demi. Miraculously, Demi did just that. She
casually tossed the four hundred pound weight about five feet over to Farrah
who caught it with one hand and began twirling it over her head like a baton.

"H-how strong are you girls?" Jake repeated.

"I'm stronger than she is," Farrah offered.

"Only a little bit," Demi countered.

"B-but h-how strong is that?" Jake had to know.

"I'm not really sure," said Demi, "One time I lifted a small car over my
head," she said.

"You're kidding!" Jake exclaimed.

"It was a very small car," Demi said as if it was no big deal.

"A-and you're sure that Suzanne is even stronger than that?" Jake asked.

"Oh yeah," Farrah replied as she continued twirling the four hundred pounds,
"She's stronger than the two of us put together."

Jake couldn't contain himself any longer. He began rubbing his cock underneath
his shorts. "Go ahead and take it out," said Demi. "Or better yet," she said
as she walked over to him and gently pushed the 6'8", 310 boy with two
fingers. This sent Jake flying across the room several feet to a couch that
was against the wall. Demi removed her tiny bikini top and said, "Let me help
you."

By this time, Farrah was bending the thick bar that held the four hundred
pounds of weight upward into a U-shape with the weight at each end of the U.
Demi walked slowly, seductively over to Jake. She sat in his lap and began to
run both hands over his chiselled, muscular body.

"You have such a sexy body," she said, "It's a shame Suzanne had to mess up
your face so badly." Meanwhile, Farrah put the weight down and removed her top
as well. She came over and got on her knees to the side of Jake and grabbed
hold of his gym shorts at the waistband.

"Let's see that python in your pants," she said. With one smooth motion she
ripped his gym shorts right off his body to reveal the longest, thickest cock
she'd ever seen. "One thing's for sure; you didn't get those muscles by using
steroids."

Once his cock was exposed, Demi had to get a closer look as well. She slid off
Jakes lap and joined Farrah on her knees on the other side of Jake. "Wow! That
is one beautiful cock. I mean, it's not just that it's so big and so thick,
It's actually ... beautiful. Don't you agree, Farrah?"

"Yummy," Farrah agreed.

"Yummy is right. I've got to taste that beautiful cock," Demi said. Jake's
shaft was so thick that she couldn't fit her cute little lips around it. But
she managed to seal them around its tip as she swirled her tongue around,

Meanwhile, Farrah began to run her tongue up and down the length of the
massive shaft. Jake had been with two girls before, but never with two that
knew how to pamper his dick quite so skillfully. The knowledge that either one
of these sexy sirens had the power to physically take him if he tried (for
some insane reason) to resist, only made the greatest sexual experience of his
life more exquisite.

Jake could feel his balls start to tingle. He knew he was about to explode
when Suzanne's voice rang out, "What the fuck is going on here?" Jake looked
over and saw Suzanne at the foot of the basement stairs. Like the other two
young women, she was wearing a skimpy bikini. Somehow, Suzanne's tits looked
even bigger than the night before. They looked like they might spill right out
of her teeny-tiny bikini top any second. Everything about her looked even
better than they did in all of Jake's fantasies.

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