Triple Trouble
By Montrose
Three sisters dominate one man three different ways

Trish, Tacy and Tami noticed Norbert years before he knew they were alive. The red-
headed triplets grew up jumping rope and playing soccer down the street from him. 
Norbert walked past their home 10 or 12 times a week on his way to a bus stop four 
houses past their front door.

Tacy, being precocious, was the first to comment on him. "Isn't he hunky?" she said, just 
weeks after the three of them celebrated their tenth birthday. Trish threw a shoulder into 
Tacy and knocked her away from the soccer ball. Tami blocked her out as Trish dribbled 
away. Trish and Tami played keep away with it, leaving Tacy in the middle. Trish and 
Tami were both athletic enough to make this work, even though Tacy was the fastest.

Nobody mentioned Norbert for a long time after that, though each girl peeked at him 
when she thought the other two weren't looking (Tacy most of all).

Norbert, unaware of this attention, continued with his life, such as it was. After all, the 
girls were 10, and he was 23. He plodded to work in the morning as they were going to 
school. He strutted home after work as they played in the front yard, like a lot of other 
kids on the block.

^ ^ ^

Six years later, when the girls were 16 and Norbert was 29, Norbert noticed Tacy and 
immediately tried not to. She was almost wearing her school uniform, but not quite. The 
top could use some buttoning - any at all! It was like her buttons were afraid of her 
button holes - they kept far apart. All Norbert could think was that young girls should not 
be allowed out of the house dressed like that. Not when there were laws against some of 
the ideas that ran through his mind. Who gave her that open nipple bra? And how did a 
girl so young manage to have such big, succulent melons?

He was red faced and panting when he made it into his 3rd floor apartment. He peeked out 
of his front window. Tacy was staring up at his window, shirt now closed. Next to her 
stood two more just like her. Norbert jumped back from the window as if burned by the 
image. "I must be seeing things," he murmured. "Three of that red-headed strumpet? 
Time for a cold shower."

Out on the street, Trish smacked Tacy on the back of the head. "Slut," she snapped. 
Tacy's long red locks bounced.

Tacy smiled, ignoring the blow and the insult. "I think he likes us."

"Of course he does," Tami, the practical one, replied with a raised eyebrow. "You 
virtually presented him with your tits! You look like a hooker in a kilt. You shouldn't go 
begging for him. He should come begging to us!"

"Yeah!" Trish snarled. "Button your stinking shirt, slut."

"It's called a blouse, tomboy," sighed Tacy. "And Tami, the world is not your slave pen."

Tami smirked knowingly. "Not yet," she said.

After that Tacy always made sure she was out front when Norbert walked by. "Hi," she 
called, batting her big eyes at him. Norbert blushed and walked faster. Tacy always 
looked fetching, but didn't bother with blatantly flashing her tits at him anymore. She 
knew she had his attention.

"You are shameless," Tami observed, one day. "Where is your pride?"

"Don't you think he's hot?" Tacy asked.  "I like the shy ones."

"Of course," said Tami. "Shy ones are easier to control."

 "Enough about boys!" said Trish. "Lets play hacky sack."

Tacy's eyes lit up. "Yes. Lets. When he's coming home tonight, let's all play hacky sack 
right out on the sidewalk. In mini skirts and tube tops!"

Tami shook her head.  "We're too chesty to jump around wearing..."

 "Could be fun..." Trish grinned.

Tami sighed. She was out-voted. And she wasn't going to be left out.

That night, and for many more over the next two years, the three girls played hacky sack 
on the sidewalk. Norbert stepped into the street to get passed them. They were quite good 
at it. Tacy caught Norbert's eye and bounced the bag back and forth from her left boob to 
her right with a shimmy of her shoulders. She winked at him before popping it with her 
forehead over to Trish's waiting butt. It bounced high off Trish's tight buns over to Tami, 
who popped it up with her foot, onto her nose, down to a shoulder, her heel, over her 
head, and then a hard shot from her knee, rocketing it back to Tacy, who caught it in her 
cleavage. 

The girls giggled as Norbert hurried past.

Norbert continued a strict regiment of cold showers. The vision of those three red-headed 
vixens - jumping around, waving their long legs, firm breasts bouncing, short skirts 
flying up, white panties flashing as they kicked that sack -  it was enough to set his 
dreams on fire. Most mornings he woke up so stiff it was painful.

"Is there as much as one genetic difference between them?" he often wondered as he 
rubbed his iron boner. He couldn't tell them apart. "Is it just one of them that says hi in 
the mornings, or do they take turns?" He couldn't tell!

^ ^ ^

It was the Friday after the three had turned 18 that Tacy confided her plan to Trish. The 
athletic, competitive nature of the plan appealed to Trish. Tacy had her easily hooked. 

She then discussed it with Tami, playing up the practical aspects. It was three against one. 
He wouldn't see it coming, so they had the element of surprise. They each, even Tacy, 
was strong for their size (5 feet 9 inches and approximately 145 pounds - Trish was the 
same height but heavier from muscle mass). And their parents had just left for a six day 
vacation. What could go wrong?

Tami nodded. "It works," she admitted. "We could have him at our mercy and release 
him before he goes missing."

Tacy smiled, "Why Tami, was that a display of lust I just saw?"

Tami grinned. "I AM human, you know, despite what I make the gym teacher call me. I 
have fun in my own way, thank you."

And so, the plan was agreed upon and the trap was set.

^ ^ ^

Tacy stood alone that evening, next to a large lilac bush dripping with flowers as she 
watched Norbert approach. The man looked nervous. She tried to appear approachable, 
big eyes fluttering. "Good evening, sir," she cooed. "How are you?" She rocked on her 
heels and tugged a red tendril innocently.

Norbert stopped, frozen to the sidewalk about 3 feet from the girl he had been lusting 
after. My, how she had blossomed. He fiddled with his slim briefcase, using it to cover 
the rising bulge in his slacks. 

"You're supposed to say something like, Just fine, Miss. And how are you," Tacy 
prompted him.

Norbert gulped. "I really should be going," he said. But he didn't move.

"Maybe later," Tacy purred. No fast moves or loud noises, she thought. Just like drawing 
in a spooked horse. She slid one step closer to him. "Right now, just let me look at you. 
My... aren't you handsome."

He stood 5 feet 11 and 170 pounds - 2 inches and 25 pounds bigger than Tacy . All three 
girls put together, as Tami had pointed out, had a combined 17 foot 3 inch and an 
approximate 270 pound advantage.

"I really need to... uh... go... uh... h-home," he mumbled. Sweat rolled down his back, 
but he didn't move.

Tacy slowly reached out and gently stroked his left bicep with her fingertips.

Norbert bolted on contact, but Tacy was faster. She leaped on his back and kicked his 
legs out from under him. He fell face down on the sidewalk with Tacy on his back. Trish, 
the strongest, jumped out from the bush and dragged him into the girl's yard. Tami slid 
the ball gag into his mouth.

"Good!" Tacy giggled. "Operation Slave Capture was a success!" Tami clapped. Trish 
wrestled with the startled man, keeping him on the ground.

Norbert struggle for freedom. Trish, giggling, put him into a full nelson. She wrapped her 
long legs around his middle and clamped down. His eyes were wide with fear. He 
couldn't move. "Gotcha!" Trish said, triumphantly. "That didn't take long."

"We need to tie him up so we can move him quickly!" Tami snapped. "We're still too 
public!" 

Trish rolled him over onto his belly and sat up on his rump. Tacy dropped down to sit on 
the back of his head, mashing his face into grass. The two of them forced his arms down 
to the small of his back, quite easily. Tami used nylon cord to bind his hands behind him. 

Once they had him tied to Tami's satisfaction, Trish got up. Tacy continued to sit on the 
back of his head, rolling her clam around on his thick hair and rubbing his wide 
shoulders.

"Anytime you're ready?" Tami prodded her.

Tacy got up and stood Norbert up. She kissed his cheek before popping a flour sack over 
his head.

 "I didn't complain when you wanted to use more ropes, Bondage Girl," Tacy teased.

Tami smirked. "That was practical."

"Funny how what's practical also turns out to be what gets you hot."

Tami stuck her tongue out at Tacy. Tacy stuck hers out back. Trish smacked them both 
on the chins, making them bite their own tongues. 

"Grow up, sluts," she barked. "Let's get him inside."

^ ^ ^

Once they had him tied to a wooden chair in the basement (Tami was really good at those 
knots), Tacy took off the flour sack and sat on his lap to explain thing to him. 

"There is nothing to worry about, baby. We're just going to keep you for a few days as 
our private sex toy. Each of us will take turns with you, so you might not get much rest 
while you're here. I just need to know a few things. Do you have a history of heart 
trouble?"

Norbert, panic settling into shock, shook his head no. 

"Is there anyone expecting you before Monday morning? Anyone that might miss you?" 
Tacy continued her questioning as she wiggled her buns on his boner. He grew stiffer. 
Tacy smiled knowingly - as if his boner on her cheeks was their little secret.

Norbert shook his head no again.

"No... mother.... Or girlfriend, maybe?" Tacy stroked his firm chin.

Norbert shook his head again. He suddenly wished that he had cultivated a life. Nobody 
would come looking for him until he didn't show up for work on Monday. And now, too 
late, it occurred to him to lie. But Tacy was already grinning, victorious on his lap.

"Gooood," she purred. She kissed his ear and rubbed his firm chest. Norbert panted 
through the rubber ball gag.

Trish tapped her on the shoulder. "We agreed that I got first dibs." 

Reluctantly, Tacy stood, stroking his cock with her fingers as she did. "I was just 
warming him up for you." She winked at Norbert. "I'll be back," she promised.

"If I need your help I'll ask." Trish growled.

"Please do," Tacy replied, then she ducked Trish's backhand and followed Tami up the 
steps.

^ ^ ^

Trish turned to Norbert. They were alone. Trish unbuttoned her white blouse, smudged 
with grass stains from their struggle. She slid it off and dropped it on the floor. Her 
shoulders were round and thick. She raised her arms and flexed for him. Great chunks of 
meat sprang up. She put her knuckles on her hips and forced his six-pack abs to surface. 
The V of her back stood out.

Her muscles were so impressive, Norbert forgot about her perfect bosom, sitting high 
without a bra. So young, firm and succulent. He salivated around the ball gag.
	
Eventually, she straddled his lap and leaned into him, tits flattening against his chest. At 
first she just looked at him. She took off his ball gag. Norbert worked his jaw. She felt his 
cock grow under the pressure of her panties-covered mound. It got her hot. But fighting 
got her hotter.

"Are you surprised that a girl beat you at wrestling?" she asked. 

"Yes," he admitted. "You are strong."

"That's how most people tell me from my sisters," Tirsh said. "Trish is the one with the 
guns, they say." She lifted her right arm and flexed. The big chunk of meat was back. She 
kissed it.

"That... that's bigger than mine!" stammered Norbert.

Trish almost giggled, but stopped herself. Instead she began working on Tami's knots. "I 
don't think we need these, do we? Not when you have me down here to keep you in line, 
right?"

"What do you mean?" Norbert asked as he felt ropes slacken and blood flow back into his 
hands and feet.

"You wouldn't dare run away with me down here guarding you. You're too chicken - too 
weak. You know I can kick your weak ass."

"Now see here..." Norbert had some pride. "I don't have to take..."

"Chicken," Trish teased him as the last ropes fell away. "Cowardly, pussy boy."

"If you don't stop talking like that I'll..."

"You'll what?" asked Trish. "Cry? Wet your pants? What, chicken boy? What will you 
do?"

Norbert leaped up, taking Trish with him. He dropped her onto the hard basement floor, 
on her back and fell on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. "Chicken am I, you 
muscle-bound tart? How about I hand you a spanking and make you take it all back?"

Trish slipped her long legs up behind Norbert and wrapped her calves around his neck. 
She pulled him off of her belly and onto the floor with his head in a scissors hold, leg 
muscles growing. "Interesting idea, chicken boy," Trish panted. She sat up on Norbert's 
face with his neck in a figure four leg lock. "Let me get my butt right up in your face so 
you can't miss it when you're spanking me."

Norbert clawed at her firm butt cheeks, straining for air.

"Is that supposed to be a brutal spanking?" Trish asked. "You're going to have to do 
better than that."

He was beet red in the face when Trish got bored and stood. "I'll give you another 
chance, chicken boy," she said as Norbert collected himself at her feet. "I'll turn my 
back. If you can jump me and make me submit, you're free to go. Go ahead. Take your 
best shot."

Norbert took his time recovering before he made his move. Trish stood looking at the far 
wall, relaxed, ignoring him. He jumped onto the girl's sturdy back, hoping to drive her to 
her knees. He got her in a sleeper hold with his arms around her neck and head, but Trish 
kept her feet.

Norbert locked his legs around her middle and squeezed there for good measure. It was 
like trying to crush iron.

"Is this all you can do?" Trish asked as she pushed his arms off her neck.

Norbert let go and backed away. He could see he wasn't getting anywhere that way. Trish 
turned on him with a smile. "Bauk! Bauk, bauk, bauk, bauk!" Trish flapped her arms and 
made chicken noises.

Norbert charged.

Trish caught him with a forearm shiver in the chest and knocked him onto his back. He 
lay gasping for air at her feet. Trish circled and landed her rump over his gasping mouth, 
then settled in like a hen on an egg. As he struggled for air, Trish got off on his chin and 
nose. She rubbed at the massive boner in his pants with her hands, but didn't have time to 
get it out before she came hard in her panties.

A bell rang.

Norbert lie passed out under her as her sopping wet panties dripped on his face. 
"Fwooo!" Trish panted. "That was fun! I came like a fire hose! We'll play again later. It's 
Tami's turn now."

Tami poked her head down the steps. "I knew it!" she grumbled. "You killed him 
already!"

"He'll live," Trish said as she climbed the steps on wobbly legs. "But he'll have a 
headache when he comes to. I'm going to take a long bath."

^ ^ ^

When Norbert came to, it seemed to him that Trish had put her blouse back on. But there 
was something different about her smile. It had a mean, cock-eyed slant.

"Get up, bitch!" she snapped. "You're wasting my time!" Then she pulled on a leather 
strap in her hand. It jerked something on Norbert's neck.

That roused Norbert to full consciousness. He realized that he was wearing a collar with 
spikes in it. It was attached to a leash. His hands were in shackles separated by a two feet 
of iron, as were his feet.

Other than that, he was naked.

Norbert felt his temper growing. He struggled to his feet. "Where are my god damn 
clothes!" he barked. 

Tami (for it was she - not Trish) yanked his leash and sent him sprawling. "You will 
speak when ordered to! She uncurled a short whip in her other hand and lashed it across 
Norbert's bare ass.

"Yow!" he howled. "Stop!"

"Make me stop, bitch?" Tami snarled. She got her face right down into Norbert's, nose to 
nose. "You think you can stop me from cramming my big cock up your ass?"

"WHAT?"

Tami lifted her short skirt to expose the harness for a strap on cock. The clamping 
mechanism over her cunt was ready and waiting. Tami took the threatened cock down 
from a shelf and clamped it into place. It was as long as her forearm and just as wide. 
"We're gonna have some fun, eh bitch?"

Norbert tried to back peddle. "NO! NO!" he yelled.

Tami yanked his leash hard, pulling him over onto his hands and knees. Before he could 
move, she was behind him, mounting him with her agile young hips swaying.

"GOD!" he yelled as she worked it in. He had never felt such a pain.

Tami pulled back on the leash, driving the tube deeper. "Show some respect, bitch!" she 
hissed. "Call me Goddess Tami!"

Norbert tried to stand. Tami kicked the iron between his legs and drove him back to his 
knees. She donkey punched him in the back of the head. "Take it like a man, bitch!" she 
snarled.

"Goddess Tami! Please, stop!" Norbert whimpered. "I'm begging you!" How could this 
be the same sweet girls he had ogled for the last few years? he wondered.

Tami's merciless thrusting picked up speed. "Begging? Keep it up. Begging turns me 
on!"

The next two hours were a blur of torment for Norbert.

By the time she stopped, Tami was glistening with sweat and Norbert was a salivating 
wreck at her feet. She was cleaning her cock on his shirt just as the bell rang.

"Is there anything left?" Tacy asked from the top of the steps.

"Not much," Tami chirped as she strutted up the steps, completely pleased with herself.

^ ^ ^

Norbert came to his senses with his head on Tacy's lap. Her bare legs were under his 
head. He could smell her sweet clam just by his left ear. She was stroking his hair. He 
turned his head and look up her short skirt to see she wasn't wearing panties. Her bush 
was neatly trimmed.

"Please don't hurt me!" he whimpered.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you poor baby," Tacy cooed. "Did those other mean girls hurt 
my poor baby?"

Norbert nodded. A tear ran down his cheek. He flinched every time she moved her hand.

"You poor thing," Tacy sighed. "Where does it hurt most?"

Norbert pointed to his ass.

"Did big mean Tami rape your wittle hindy endy hole?" Tacy asked.

"Uh-huh," Norbert admitted, bottom lip trembling.

"Poor ripped up hindy endy hole! Let Momma Tacy kiss it all better," Tacy said. 

"P-pardon?"

"You put your cute little bum in my face and Momma Tacy kiss it all better," Tacy 
repeated.

Slowly, ready for a trick, Norbert moved onto his hands and knees. He realized he was 
out of shackles now. He turned and presented his rump to Tacy, sure she was going to 
shove her fist up there, or bite his balls off.

"Ooooo! Poor baby," she moaned. It's all red and swollen and bruised." Then she stuck 
her face up his butt crack and pressed her full lips against his tender anus. She kissed it.

"OH!" Norbert moaned.

"Was that too rough?" Tacy asked. She licked it more gently, this time letting her tongue 
slide over the back of his scrotum as well.

Norbert moaned and fell over onto his back.

"As you may have guessed, sir," Tacy said as she lowered her face toward his groin, "I'm 
a girl that likes all the things a man keeps in his pants. Especially big hard things." She 
licked his pulsing boner.

"OH!" Norbert moaned again. The room began to spin as her mouth worked up and down 
his shaft.

"Would you mind if I practiced oral sex upon you, sir?" she asked (a bit after the fact), 
batting her big eyes up at him, nuzzling his tool to the side of her face.

Norbert could only grunt. He was trembling all over from delight and fear combined.

"I'll take that as a yes," Tacy said. Then she slurped his sack into her mouth and gargled 
it around.

Norbert fell back and put his legs up on her back. He dug his fingers into her long red 
locks. He had never felt anything like this young girl's face in his groin.

Between licking his various parts, Tacy talked. "I've practiced a lot, but I'm always 
looking for new tricks. You'll tell me if I'm not doing something you want of me, won't 
you?"

But Norbert couldn't add to what she already knew - she was light-years ahead of his 
experience. The girl had natural talent. She managed to keep him at the edge of ecstasy 
for over an hour, screaming and twitching and growling. When he exploded his load, she 
sucked it all down. Only a little came out her nose.

"Was that enjoyable?" Tacy asked after she swallowed (three gulps).

Norbert could barely answer. "Oh... god... yes!" He melted into the floor.

"Would you mind doing me now?" She rolled over onto her back. "A little oral sex 
before you fuck me, if you please."

Norbert was so grateful he made her come twice on his face before he parked his meat up 
her clam. They fucked long and slow for over an hour, then she spurred him on with her 
nails in his back.

"Now, baby! Now! Fuck me hard! Fuck me, baby!"

Norbert complied. After humping her solid until he exploded deep inside her, he fell onto 
her, panting and sweaty.

"Ohhhhhh," Tacy sighed. "That's it. That's a good baby." She petted his damp hair.

They lay panting, until the bell rang. 

Tacy pushed him off to one side. Norbert lay limp on the floor until he felt the cuff clamp 
down on his foot. He sat up to find he had been chained to a post.

"What's this?"

"I'm going to take a bath," Tacy said. "Trish will be back in about six hours to start the 
next round. I suggest you get some sleep."

"Next round?" gasped Norbert. "I thought that was it!"

Tacy laughed. "Are you kidding? It's only early Saturday morning. You're not going 
anywhere until Sunday night, at the earliest."

"But... those two will kill me!"

Tacy sighed. "Did Trish really hurt you that much?" 

Norbert nodded.

"You just gotta defend yourself better. Don't you have any experience fighting?"

Norbert shrugged. "I did some boxing in college..."

"Where you any good?"

"I won more than I lost against trained college athletes." He didn't mean to brag, but it 
seldom came up.

"There you go!" Tacy smiled. "I'll tell Trish you want to box. That should give you an 
advantage."

"And what about the other one? The dominatrix?"

"Tami?" asked Tacy. "If you beat Trish, then Tami wont be able to shackle you while 
you're passed out. You can pin her down and take her up the ass instead." Tacy winked. 
"Just don't use all your juice on her. Save some for me!"

"Uhhhhh..." Norbert pictured it - he liked the idea.

"Sleep tight, baby," Tacy kissed Norbert gently and climbed the stairs, bending liquid 
knees. "Best. Fuck. Ever." she sighed.

^ ^ ^

Norbert woke up shivering, with a toe in his ribs. Trish was standing over him with 
breakfast. "Rise and shine, punching bag!"

He took a moment to orient himself. He was still chained to a post, and naked. Trish wore 
only a pair of silk boxing shorts, as red as her hair. On a shelf sat a pile of black boxing 
gloves and some head gear.

He was starving, so he dug into the eggs and sausage and coffee. Trish unchained him as 
he ate. She even let him use a basement shower to freshen up. He saw in the mirror that 
he was covered in bruises.

But the shower invigorated him. When he stepped out and looked down at Trish, he knew 
he would knock her block off. His deadly left would be his secret weapon. No more Mr. 
Nice Guy! This cunt was going down!

Trish helped him on with his gloves and head gear. "You going to fuck me up, old man?" 
she asked. Norbert stared her down, working on his intimidation. Trish laughed. 

She called Tami down and Tami worked Trish into her head gear and gloves. Both girls 
looked at Norbert as he warmed up and laughed.

The bell rang to start Trish's time. Tami left. Trish and Norbert tapped gloves and began 
to circle.

Norbert threw a few rights, which Trish blocked, then he unloaded his left. He planted it 
on the side of her face and spun her around.

He planted one in her belly as she shook her head and covered up. He planted another. 
Trish staggered back. He mashed a right-left-right combo on her face as she lowered her 
guard.

He had her on the wall! This was going better than he had hoped!

Trish pushed out a rabbit punch that landed Norbert on his ass.

She signaled with her gloves for him to get up. He tried, but the room was spinning and 
he fell on his ear. Trish continued to wait.

Finally he got up. Trish moved in.

Norbert back peddled, throwing defensive punches. 

Trish landed one in his gut. He wanted to puke, but instead he caught her with another 
left, taking her back a step. He gave her another left to the face, and another.

Trish pulled up and popped Norbert with a left of her own. He fell to the ground.

Then Trish fell to her knees too. Her hands were down - eyes unfocused.

Norbert lashed out and caught her in the head with his foot, knocking her face down. He 
climbed up on her back and pounded her ears: left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-
right.

Trish rose to her hands and knees. Norbert kept pounding, riding her like a pony. She 
stood with Norbert on her back. He put one arm around her neck and pounded her face 
with his left.

Trish began to stagger. She fell to one knee. Norbert kept punching. She got up. Norbert 
kept riding her and pounding.

Trish rushed backwards into a wall, mashing Norbert into it. She pulled away and 
Norbert slid off her back and fell to the floor. He gasped for air. Trish fell over, 
apparently out cold - but just for a second.

They both rolled around for a while. Finally, Trish managed to stand. She signaled for 
him to stand as well.

It took several minutes, but Norbert got to his feet.

Trish gave him an uppercut that flattened him. She helped Norbert back to his feet.
	

Trish sized up Norbert as he staggered around, arms down at his sides. She landed a right 
in his ear. Norbert fell over and stopped moving. He never heard the bell.

^ ^ ^

When he woke up, Tami was sitting on the wooden chair with her knees wide apart. 
Rising from her goin like a main mast, was the cruel strap on (the sight of which gave 
Norbert a shiver). On her feet were long heeled black boots, wrapped tightly to mid-
thigh. She also wore a tight black leather corset, replete with straps and studs. Her long 
red hair was done up in a severe bun, just a single wisp dangling free in front of her right 
ear.

She was pulling on weighted gloves. Norbert could see the bulges over the back of her 
hand and her fingers containing the punishing lead. Getting hit by those is like getting his 
with a two by four.

"I'm going to give you a choice today, Slave," she said, calmly. "You can rise up and 
fight your way past me, as you tried with my sister, or you can suck my dick. Mind you, 
if I don't like how you suck dick, I'm going to punish you anyway - and I have very high 
standards. She finished adjusting her gloves and smiled down at Norbert. She petted her 
boner. "So, what is it going to be?"

Norbert staggered to his feet and raised his fists. He was sure he could beat this one, even 
if she was cheating with those gloves. She wasn't as muscular as Trish. Her figure was 
still one to die for, but he didn't intend to. Not today.

Tami smiled. "Oh goody! You still have some balls left!" She stood. In her heels, she was 
taller than Norbert by three inches.

Norbert was weak from his fight with Trish, but Tami didn't look nearly the challenge. 
He moved in slow, watching for tricks. The way she faked a few punches told him she 
didn't have much experience.

He landed a fist as hard as he could on the side of her face. Tami fell over. Norbert tried 
to fall on top of her but she was up on her feet before he got there. She kicked him in the 
ribs with her pointed boots.

"Not bad, Slave," she snarled rubbing a red spot on her cheek. "But you are going to pay 
for that. Get up!"

Norbert struggled to his feet.

Now she threw harder punches, and more. Norbert had to back peddle and block. Those 
lead weighted gloves stung when they hit, even on his arms. One plowed into his gut 
knocked the wind out of him.

He fell to his knees. Tami stepped up and slapped his face with her cock, laughing at him. 
"Take it, Slave. Show me you submit by sucking dick!"

Norbert rose to his feet. Tami planted a punch on the side of his face. He went down. She 
pulled him to his knees and offered him the cock again. He punched her in the belly while 
on his knees. Tami backed off.

"You still want more? Fine!" she spat. "Let's fight."

Norbert got up. He kept swinging, but Tami was ducking his blows now. She had already 
learned a few things, and he was getting more tired. She returned soft blows, playing with 
him, dancing around him, fresh on her young legs. "Come on, Slave!" she taunted. He 
threw punches. She ducked them and laughed.

Tami worked Norbert's stomach with punishing blows. Combinations flew in three and 
four at a time. Soon, he fell to his knees. She popped him in the face. He fell over. She 
walked over and dug a long heel into his throat. "Give up?" she asked as she choked him.

Norbert nodded.

"Then get up and suck dick, Slave."

Norbert rose to his knees and accepted the cock into his mouth. Tami slapped him. "More 
lips, less teeth, Slave!" she commanded. Norbert did his best. But the thing was huge!

It choked him as she slid it down his throat, but he didn't have a gag reflex, to his 
surprise.

Tami humped his face, sliding it all the way in and out. "That's better, Slave. But I think 
I'll keep punching you, just for fun." She punched his face with her dick anchored deep 
in his throat.

After an hour she gave him a another choice. "You wanna suck dick some more, or take 
it up the ass?"

Norbert didn't say anything. He just turned around and lifted his rump for her. At least 
this way, he could breath easier. And he still felt stretched out from yesterday.

"Such a good slave you're turning into," Tami said. "All this discipline is paying off!" 
Then she crammed her bone up his bum and pulled back on his hair. "Tell me you love 
it!"

"I love it!"

"Love what?" she asked as she hammered his ass.

"I love when you take me up the butt!" he moaned.

"Damn right you do," she snarled and kept going.

^ ^ ^

"Another hard day, poor baby?" asked Tacy. She sat on a chair and cradled Norbert's 
head on her warm lap. She fed him the last of his dinner, strawberries and cheese. 
Norbert licked sadly at her trimmed pie for dessert - so tight and sweet - dripping honey. 
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Yes, Momma," he replied.

"Poor baby," Tacy said. "You want Momma to make you forget all about it?"

"Yes, Momma." Norbert imagined he would have a lifetime of therapy to undergo if he 
ever got out of here.

Tacy rolled Norbert onto his back. She straddled his face and let him keep licking her 
muff as she slid his crank completely down her throat. She loved the feel of his hot meat 
expanding in her throat. It throbbed in her mouth. Norbert humped her face as her long 
fingers played with his bouncing sack. One of her thumbs maneuvered gently up his 
tender anus. 

He moaned. Tacy felt the thrill as he shuddered. She loved driving men wild with 
pleasure.

She came several times before he did. She could hold off his explosion for as long as she 
wanted - a trick she had learned while blowing a policeman who had tried to arrest her 
for public indecency. His face was smeared with her juice. Finally, on her queue, he 
blasting his load down her gullet. Tacy sat up and smacked her ruby lips. "Yummy! 
Momma loves the protean blast." She rubbed her flat tummy.

Norbert couldn't breath. She was sitting on his face. Her perky ass was just bulbous 
enough to cut off his air. She settled in, wondering what Trish and Tami got from doing 
such things.

He tapped her thigh. "Excuse me... Momma?"

Tacy ignored him. Sure the power felt good - being in total control and all. She wouldn't 
trade sucking dick for it, but it was fun in it's own way, she had to admit.

He tried to push her off, but she adjusted and stayed on. She giggled at his faint attempts.

He was beat and tired. He wasn't offering her any challenge. She could suffocate him 
easily - kill him simply by sitting on his face too long. Norbert began to beg. "Please 
Momma! Please, get up!"

"Poor baby! Want some air?"

"Yes! Please!"

Tacy lifted her ass for three seconds then sat down again. "There. Now stop complaining 
and go to sleep, baby."

Tacy sat, fixing her hair and makeup until Norbert stopped struggling - passed out - 
smothered. "That was pathetically easy," she said. She rubbed her trimmed pie on his 
nose and came once more. She let her goo drip into his slack mouth. He coughed and 
sputtered, but swallowed in his sleep.

She reset the bell before it went off. Tomorrow was Sunday. The slave was too beat to be 
of much use. He looked like a horse had rode over him! If her rough sisters treated him 
tomorrow like they already have, she might not get her turn! That would never do.

Tacy thought up a new plan.

^ ^ ^

Late Saturday night, Trish and Tami were finishing a bowl of popcorn in front of the TV. 

"Our slave was talking about you two today."

Her sisters looked at her, then each other, suspiciously, but did not reply.

"He said Trish is tough," Tacy went on. Trish smiled and flexed a well muscled arm in 
Tami's face. "But he said Tami is the one he really fears." Tami smiled like a cat with a 
canary and pushed Trish's arm out of her face.

"That's bullshit," Trish snapped.

"He said, Trish is stronger, but he was sure Tami was the toughest by far. She's cold and 
calculating and mean, he said. He's sure Tami would win in a fight between you two."

Trish laughed.

Tami slid one hand under the couch cushions. "I wouldn't be so cock sure, Trish. I think 
the slave is in a good position to judge. After all, he nearly handed you all you could take, 
but I cleanly kicked his ass."

Trish stopped laughing. "Get real! I could stomp you into paste, puss-arm!"

"Let's see you try!" Tami's hand came out from the cushions. She had on brass knuckles. 
She caught Trish in the chin. Then she leaped onto the stronger girl, straddling her lap, 
sending popcorn flying.

Tacy smiled and folded her arms. She leaned against the door jam and watched. "So far 
so good," she purred.

Tami pummeled Trish in the head and shoulders with her brass covered knuckles as she 
pulled the girl's hair. Trish screamed in pain and surprise. 

"Not so tough now, eh bitch?" Tami snarled as she kept hitting her sister, and pulling 
hair. "You're finally going to learn to fear me!"

Trish stood, holding Tami in a bear hug, crushing her. She had Tami's left arm trapped, 
but her right kept hitting. Trish rushed into a wall and mashed Tami into it.

Both girls fell to the ground, clawing, punching and kicking.

"I'm going to take every hole you have, bitch!" Tami screamed when she was on top.

Trish knocked her off and climbed on top. "I'll shove those brass knuckles so far up your 
ass you'll have to spit them out, slut!" she snarled back.

Tacy shook her head. This was easier than she had hoped. She sat on the couch and 
finished the popcorn, watching them fight.

Her sisters tore at each others clothes and hair. They were soon half naked and covered in 
bruises. Tacy was impressed by how evenly matched they were, despite Trish's strength 
advantage. Tami was meaner and more calculating. While Trish barged ahead like a bear, 
Tami took shortcuts, like hitting Trish with a shoe. After 40 minutes they had each other 
in brutal neck scissors and squeezed for all they had left. Red faces puffed into tight butts 
on both sides.

They both turned purple in the face. Veins appeared on foreheads. As if at a signal, they 
both went limp, eyes rolled back in their heads. They twitched - blacked out.

"Perfect!" Tacy took out ropes and shackles she had taken from Tami's room and tied her 
sisters together just as they were. She chained them to the couch. Then they came to.

"What are you doing?" they both asked, struggling at their bonds.

"Saving Sunday for myself," Tacy said. "You two have done enough damage. The slave 
is mine. I'll let you out after I let him go. Good night!" Tacy hummed to herself as she 
sauntered up to her bedroom for a good night's sleep.

Trish and Tami grumbled and struggled for a while, but eventually slept snoring up each 
other's rumps.

^ ^ ^

Late the next morning, Tacy fed Norbert his breakfast. He was so stiff and beaten, he had 
trouble moving.  Even his cock felt raw.

She helped him into the shower. She undressed and joined him, soaping up her body and 
cleaning him with her flesh. He came on her face as she cleaned his nuts with her tits, but 
it washed off in the flow of warm soapy water. She soaped her long fingers and cleaned 
five inches up his anus. She cleaned his ears with her tongue. She lathered shampoo into 
his hair with her cunt.

Afterwards, she applied lotions and healing ointments to everywhere he hurt. Norbert had 
never been so clean and happy at the same time. He almost felt like a new man.

Tacy spread pillows on the floor and they made love. Slowly, over hours, Norbert came 
deep inside Tacy from three different directions. As he came in her face, he fell into a 
state of nirvana and had to rest.

They slept together, covered in sweat and come.

It was afternoon when Tacy slid her lips up Norbert's crank, waking him. "Ready to go 
again?" she asked, batting her eyes up at him.

For an answer, his tool sprang to full attention in her warm hands.

They tried all new positions, filling Tacy from three directions once more. Norbert's ears 
filled with Tacy's goo and his own come as he lay on his back and ate her out.

After another hour, Norbert was beat, but Tacy was brimming with energy.  "I can't help 
it!" she laughed, embarrassed. "Fucking energizes me! I could keep going forever!"

"I... can't..." Norbert panted on the floor between her legs. "But how... I wish... I 
could!"

Tacy sighed. "Well... all right. Let's get cleaned up again and you can take me out to 
dinner."

Norbert surprised himself when he found enough strength to come up Tacy's back as she 
washed his cock with her soapy ass-crack in the shower. She mixed his jiz into her hair 
with shampoo "to give it added body and fullness."

He blinked as she led him out in the late afternoon light. He hadn't seen more than a 60 
watt bulb in days. She had taken his keys and brought back his best suit. She was wearing 
a fetching black backless dress that made her look older - 21, or so. Her heels made her 
two inches taller than Norbert.

They sauntered down to an Italian bistro, bumping into each other as they walked. 
Norbert's hand never left Tacy's round ass.

Over pasta, Norbert took Tacy's hand. "I want to thank you for today," he said. "You 
saved me from your sisters somehow, and I'm grateful. And you gave me the most 
memorable experiences of my life."

She smiled. "It wasn't for you, silly. It was for me. They were taking too much of your 
energy. Once you know me better, you'll understand that everything I do is for me."

"And you're worth it!" he declared. Norbert felt one of the many bruises on his face. 
"They might have killed me, you know." 

"Maybe Tami would have," Tacy conceded. "Trish might have hospitalized you, tops."

Norbert looked at this gorgeous, young red-head sitting across from him, her pale skin 
contrasting dramatically with her black dress. He knew every man in the place was 
jealous. He leaned over. "May I tell you, Tacy, that I love you very, very much?"

Tacy smiled at him with pity. "No, Norbert," she said. "You may not."

"Pardon?"

"You may not love me at all," she replied, flipping red hair over her shoulder and leaning 
back, smiling. "I will not let you."

Norbert's heart fell to the floor. He almost passed out from the sorrow.

"I'm too young to settle down," Tacy explained. "But I tell you what. You give me a key 
to your place and I'll stop by whenever I don't have anything better to do. I'll play 
around and you can wait at home for me. How does that sound?"

"Sure!" Norbert salvaged the pieces of his heart and took hope. "I would like that! Thank 
you!"

Tacy didn't use ropes or muscle to dominate him. Her tiny shaved clam was all she 
needed. She kept his heart and soul in her cleavage and his balls in her pocket.

Tacy smiled and mentally stamped Norbert into the book of men she had already - 
teachers, policemen, preachers, major athletes, fathers of friends, community leaders - it 
was quite a collection. Adding Norbert was going to be worth the fistings and spankings 
her sisters would give her once she set them free.

Hopefully, Trish and Tami would never find out how much she secretly enjoyed the 
fistings and spankings.