Dominated 2. By Hardie hardiewh@aol.com David is beaten into submission by Debbie. My thanks to Fiona and Debs for their input. SO FAR. I had been beaten up and subjugated by Fiona. Now she and her partner Debbie were having fun at the expense of myself and my cousin. The girls had made us kneel facing away from each other, on either side of a large leather pouffe. A length of thick cord was passed over the pouffe, tied round each of our ball sacs and pulled tight. We had to pull against each other in a bizarre version of tug-of-war, and the first to give in was promised twenty strokes of the cane! The pain was becoming unbearable. The cord was pulling savagely against my balls, pulling them relentlessly tighter, stretching my sac, threatening to tear my testicles from my body. I wanted to give in, to admit defeat, anything to stop the remorseless agony and the terror of being castrated. I was crying, taking great heaving gulps of air as sobs wracked my body. "Pull!" shouted Fiona. Her cane smacked into my buttocks, causing my whole body to jerk in response, stoking up the pain in my balls. It was too much! I yelled my surrender and, mercifully, heard David capitulate as well. I scrambled backwards, relieving the scorching agony as the cord slackened off, and lay sobbing piteously, clutching my balls, at the feet of the girls who had caused me so much pain, and yet who also gave me so much pleasure! ................................................................. I'd been in my new accommodation a week when David turned up on the doorstep. This was a week in which I'd become totally subjugated by Fiona and Debbie. As well as making me clean up the sports shop every evening, they also made me attend the martial arts classes for females, which they held twice a week in the gym in the vast cellars of the building. There, the girls used me when they wanted to demonstrate their skill at foiling male assaults, which invariably involved me having to suffer being kicked, kneed or punched in the balls, until I went down at the girl's feet. Although the pain was considerable, lying at the feet of a triumphant girl, looking up at her smoothly tanned, shapely legs and curvaceous body, invariably gave my cock a life of its own and sent it rearing into an uncontrollable erection, much to the delight of the girls who were watching! David's arrival was completely unexpected, but we'd always been close friends, and I was glad to be able to put him up for the weekend. Maybe I should have explained the situation to him, but I didn't. All I said was that I had to help out in the sports shop then clean it up before we could go out for a meal and a few beers that evening. It was a Saturday. The shop had been very busy, and it took longer than usual for the girls to square everything away and for me to clean up after them. Finally, there were some 'returned' items which we took down to the cellar to store temporarily, and that's when David appeared, agitated and belligerent, wondering why I was taking so long. This, of course, did not go down very well with the girls. They were somewhat strung out after a very busy day, and hardly in the mood to suffer the intrusion of an angry visitor of mine! Debbie was furious. She squared up to him, legs apart, hands on hips, glaring icily at the young man who dared to question her authority. It was a spectacular tableau, two magnificent specimens of their respective sexes confronting each other in anger. David was two inches taller, at six foot two. He also weighed a lot more than the svelte young woman, being broad shouldered, with a deep, muscular chest.. His tight fitting chinos and tee shirt emphasised his heavily muscled upper arms, thighs and quads, muscles of which he was extremely proud and which he liked to show off at every opportunity! However, they failed to have any noticeable effect on Debbie. The tall, svelte blonde wore her working gear; an outfit which emphasised her lithe, female athleticism. Tailored, black track suit bottoms hugged her slender waist and shapely buttocks, while her white, cotton polo shirt was being strained to the limit by her aggressively thrusting breasts. "How dare you come down here uninvited!" she said angrily. "Go and wait upstairs! We'll decide when your cousin can come and join you. Now go, while you still can!" David, of course, bridled at being spoken to like a naughty child, and had to do his macho bit. "Huh," he sneered. "What you gonna do? Make me?" I was about to intervene, to tell David to go and wait for me upstairs. But I was too late. Deborah struck! I'd seen her demonstrate this move to the girls of their self defence class, but didn't think it would work very well against a man with a well muscled stomach. I was wrong! Her hand shot forward, stiff fingered, spearing into David's sternum with devastating effect. His mouth dropped open as the girl's strike drove the air from his lungs, strangling his cry of pain. His hands clasped his injured body as he hunched over in agony. As David's head came down, his deadly female opponent was already spinning round at lightning speed, her blonde pony tail streaming out behind her as she smashed her elbow into the young man's face with the sound of a ripening melon being dropped from a great height onto a concrete floor!. It was one of the most brutal blows I've ever seen. The girl's elbow, the hardest part of her body, smacked into the middle of David's face, crushing his nose, splitting his eyebrow and dropping him to the floor in a spray of spurting blood. David sprawled helplessly on the floor, dazed almost to the point of unconsciousness by the girl's savage attack, limp with shock, his mighty arms lying uselessly by his side. Debbie stood over his supine body, clinically picked her spot and stomped him viciously in the balls. David was electrified into full consciousness by the overriding agony in his groin. He let out a piteous wail and curled into a foetal ball, just in time to receive Deborah's foot in his ribs. The young man's body jerked with the impact of the girl's kick. Then she kicked him again and he lay sobbing at her feet, his magnificent male body wracked with pain from the beating inflicted by his feral female assailant. Debbie looked down at the man she'd broken with disdain. "Now I'll finish him off," she said to Fiona. Her partner nodded her approval. They were forever preaching total victory to their self defence classes. Coolly, sensually, taking her time for the benefit of an admiring Fiona, Debbie stripped off her track suit bottom to reveal her gorgeously tanned, endless legs, and black, cotton briefs. Fiona noticed my bulging erection as I looked in admiration at the gorgeous girl who had my massively muscled cousin at her mercy. "Strip!" she ordered. "Let's see that cock of yours out in the open." I complied, quickly removing my track suit bottoms, polo shirt and underwear. She stood beside me and held me by the balls as the battle of the sexes unfolded before us. For me, of course, the battle was already lost! Effortlessly, the blonde girl fighter turned the man onto his back and settled herself on his chest. She held him by the hair and smacked her fist into his undamaged eye. I could hardly believe what happened next. The time the girl had taken to peel off her clothing had obviously given David a chance to at least partially recover his senses. As Debbie drew back her fist to hit him again, David let out a roar of rage, deflected her punch with his left arm and threw a punch of his own into the girl's ribs with his hard right hand, at the same time bucking his body with a heroic demonstration of raw male power. The girl let out a cry of surprise and went tumbling off David's bucking body. His punch, delivered from ground level, and only travelling about fifteen inches, had hardly any power in it, but the shock of it was enough to send Debbie scuttling out of danger, grimly aware that she'd totally underestimated David's ability to absorb punishment and still be able to fight back. The female fighter was shaken but unhurt. The male fighter, on the other hand, had been significantly damaged by the girl's assault on him. However, the sight of her scrambling away in retreat gave him hope. With a roar of rage he tried desperately to get to his feet, to go after her, to hunt her down and smash her with his mighty male fists. But the effects of the beating the girl had given David slowed him down. His balls were on fire, pain seared across his rib cage when he moved, his head ached and his vision was blurred. But his fighting spirit was intact. Slowly the magnificently muscled male warrior forced himself to get up and fight the girl who was beating him. Safely out of range of the man's lethal fists, Deborah cursed herself for being so careless and determined not to let it happen again. She could see the badly injured man was struggling to get upright, while she was ready to spring into action when the opportunity arose. The girl let her male opponent get half way up, onto his knees. Both his brawny arms were supporting his weight, ready to give his aching body a final push into the upright position, and were out of action as defensive weapons. He was wide open! Deborah sprung to her feet, took one pace forward and smashed her foot into the man's throat! The force of the kick from the girl's long, dancer's leg, momentarily straightened David's body. Then, glugging for air, as the supply to his lungs was cut off by his Adam's apple being driven into his wind pipe, he fell forwards onto his face, once more lying prostrate at the girl's feet. This time Deborah made no mistakes. Callously the girl set about the complete destruction of the man as a physical threat. She powered kick after kick into David's helpless body until he cried for her to stop. But the girl took no notice. She twisted one of his massively muscled arms up behind his back, held it there with one hand, then used her other hand to punch his biceps until they were 'dead'. Then the girl repeated the operation on his other arm until his mighty limbs were rendered useless. With the efficiency of a well trained nurse, Debbie stripped off David's clothes, until he lay totally naked at the feet of the triumphant girl, a huge male looking as vulnerable as tamed animal. She knelt beside my beaten cousin's naked body and took him by the balls. She squeezed until he cried with the pain, then, with a feline smile on her lovely face, the girl slid her silky fingers behind the man's balls and stroked him lightly with one hand, while gently fondling his cock with the other hand. It took less then half a minute for David to get a towering hardon! Despite the pain and humiliation he was suffering, he could no more resist the girl's manipulation of his genitals than Canute could stop the tide! David's cock was twitching and straining for relief to such an extent that Debbie had to let go before his desire for ejaculation superseded his agony. "So, there's still some spirit left in you," said Debbie with a sigh, "and we can't have that! Poor man! Now I'll have to really finish you off!" Holding him by the hair, Debs threatened and pulled until the quivering young male managed to get onto his knees. She made him crawl the agonisingly long eight feet or so to the gym wall and somehow got him upright. Deborah held David against the wall by the throat and with a dozen well placed punches turned his beautifully defined stomach muscles into a crimson wall of pain. David lolled helplessly in the girl's grasp, tears and blood smearing his battered face. He cried with the despair of a lost child, begging for mercy as the beautiful young girl beat the spirit out of him and broke my mighty cousin to her will. And still his cock stood out proudly, signalling the surrender of his manhood to the girl who was beating him.. Several times I opened my mouth to try to call a halt to the brutal beating Deborah was giving David, but each time a tightening of her grip on my balls by Fiona was enough to silence my protest. Finally, Deborah finished David off. She stopped hitting him and ordered her terrified male victim to spread his muscular legs further apart. Fearfully, sobbing his heart out, all his masculine power and pride beaten out of him by the girl, David complied. Debbie held him for a moment, smiled seductively into his battered, barely focusing eyes and drove her knee into the broken man's tautened balls. He went down with barely a sound as Deborah let him fall. My massively muscled, beautifully built, powerful macho cousin lay face down on the floor, his body beaten and his fighting spirit broken by the beautiful young woman who stood over him basking in the completeness of her victory. Disdainfully, Debbie turned David's unresisting body over with her foot, until he lay spread-eagled on his back. Astonishingly, David's erection remained, flagging his emasculation, straining for release. As Deborah placed her foot on the deep, manly chest of her vanquished male adversary and raised her arms in a pose of triumph, I could stand it no longer. The sight of this magnificent female fighter in her pelvis hugging black briefs and white sports shirt, standing with her arms aloft and her foot on the body of the beautifully muscled male she'd smashed to defeat, together with Fiona's fingers round my balls was too much for me. My whole body was trembling with uncontrollable sexual excitement. In a moment of madness I lived to regret, I succumbed to the primeval urges battering at my libido, grabbed my cock and masturbated myself to an earth shattering climax in about three seconds flat! I had little time to enjoy the aftermath. Fiona went ape shit, twisting my balls until I was crying in agony! "You are an animal!" she yelled., twisting my balls even harder. "You will never masturbate without permission! (twist) Never! (twist) Never! (twist) Never! (twist) Do you understand!" She hit me hard in the balls. I went down, crying, clutching my damaged testicles. "Do you understand!" she yelled in my ear. "Y..yes Mistress," I sobbed. "I'm sorry Mistress!" "You will be!" exclaimed Fiona grimly. She turned to Debbie. "Let's have that one over here," she said. "He looks as though he's ready to ejaculate too. What do you think, Debbie?" "Oh yes," said Debbie. "Get him on his back!" Fiona made me lie on my back. I wondered what was happening. Then David appeared, bowed and bloodied, but still with his cock as hard as a rock, They made him straddle my body. Then Debs took his cock in her hand and I finally caught on to what they were doing, just as David's whole frame went into shuddering spasms of ecstasy, and his cum spurted in a relentless rain of sperm all over my face and chest. I lay in a state of shocked disbelief at what had happened, disgusted by my degradation, disgusted with myself that I could let these girls do this to me, a powerful alpha male. I wanted to rebel, to....... Then Fiona and Debbie came into my line of vision. I drank in the sight of Debbie with her beautifully tanned, firm thighs, her figure hugging black briefs which contrasted so sensuously with her virginal white sports shirt; and Fiona in her tailored track suit bottom and white shirt, exuding fitness, radiating supple strength and athleticism and all my welling resolve to escape from their domination evaporated. I lay back in abject supplication, a prisoner of my masochistic desires. Fiona addressed David and myself. "Get yourselves and the gym cleaned up! Spotless! Debbie and I will be down to inspect your efforts one hour from now, and you and the gym will be..............spotless! Do you understand!" ............................................................. The girls entered the gym and hour later. They both wore their track suit and shirt outfits. They brought with them two canes, a large, leather pouffe and a coiled length of thick, white cord! .