Sweet Caroline
by Sonofjack, sonojackwell@gmail.com
Tim is being picked on by three strong girls; his only salvation is his Sweet Caroline.


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This is a story I wrote just for fun. I also write stories on commission. I
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Tim was glad to be home. The twenty year old college student decided to spend
summer break with his family. He hadn't been back to his parent's house since
Thanksgiving vacation his freshman year. The reason for this was very simple.
He didn't get along well with his younger sister Stacey. It wasn't that he
didn't try, but for as long as he could remember, he and his sister just
couldn't seem to get along.

Stacey was two years younger than Tim. She'd always been the poplar one.
During her senior year in high school which she just completed, she was the
head cheerleader, the prom queen and the captain of the girls' lacrosse team.
She was also a straight A student.

In addition, Stacey was drop dead gorgeous. If ever there was a quintessential
bubbly high school cheerleader type, it was Stacey. She was 5'6" and weighed
119 pounds. She had long, wavy blonde hair, a gorgeous oval face with wide,
blue eyes, a button nose and full lips. Her body was very tight and toned from
years of gymnastics and other physical activities. Stacey had broad shoulders,
perky C-cup breasts, a slender toned waist, a tight, round ass and long,
shapely legs. She was what is commonly referred to and "the total package".

Even though Stacey was the younger sibling, she always seemed to have the
upper hand. A big part of this was that even when they were little kids of
seven and five, Stacey was always the stronger of the two. In fact, Stacey was
always a lot stronger than Tim. Because of this, Tim was always intimidated by
his younger sister and always let her have her way. Stacey used this to
basically turn her older brother into her personal slave.

It wasn't that she was bigger than him. Tim was always taller and outweighed
his sister. Even so she could easily overpower him with one hand. Instead of
this going away as they got old, it only got worse for Tim. He even went
through a period in ninth and tenth grades where he worked out with weights
and tried to increase his strength.

Even though he did get stronger, it did no good. No matter how strong Tim got,
Stacey was always that much stronger. Every time he increased the amount of
weight he could lift, she'd make him watch as she easily lifted the same
amount of weight with one hand.

Being weaker than his beautiful and smaller younger sister played havoc with
Tim's self-esteem. Even though he was a pretty good natural athlete, he never
went out for any sports. He became shy and socially awkward. Worst of all, he
feared that others would discover the truth so he never brought friends over
to his house or even formed many close friendships. A girlfriend was out of
the question.

When he went away to college and was finally away from Stacey, he began to
come into his own. He played intramural flag football and volleyball and
discovered that he was a better-than-average athlete. He became a little more
outgoing and discovered that girls did find him attractive. He went on some
dates although none of them developed into serious relationships.

When he went home for Thanksgiving holiday his freshman year, he was
determined to not be so intimidated by this little sister any more. By this
time he was and even 6' and weighed around 165. He decided that he wasn't
going to let Stacey get inside his head. He was going to stand up to her. When
she saw that he wasn't afraid, he reasoned, she would begin to show him some
respect and back off.

The first time she told him to do something, he told her no. Rather than
treating him with more respect, Stacey beat the ever-lovin' crap out of him
until he begged and groveled at her feet for her to stop. Then she beat him up
some more just to make sure he knew which one of them was in charge.

For the remainder of the holiday, Stacey tormented and intimidated her big
brother more than ever before. She physically overpowered him every day, and
she made him wait on her hand over foot. If anything he did wasn't just right,
she physically punished him. In just five short days at home with his sister,
Tim was turned into a sniveling wreck of a human being.

When he went back to college, his friends noticed the change in Tim. He'd lost
all his self-confidence and jumped at every shadow. He dropped out of all the
extracurricular activities he enjoyed before, and seemed more afraid of girls
than ever. Not only did he stop going out on dates, he seemed to avoid women
altogether.

He also stayed away from his parents' house for over a year. He did not go
home during the next two Christmas holidays, spring breaks or during the long
summer break. It was more than a year after the beating that Stacey had given
him that he began to seem a little like his old self.

It was January at the start of the second semester in his sophomore year that
he met Caroline. They shared the same introduction to abnormal psychology
class. Tim was immediately attracted to Caroline, but he was still not quite
in a place where he would approach a woman he didn't know. Fortunately for
him, the attraction was mutual, and Caroline had no fear at all about
approaching him. In fact, as far as Tim could tell, Caroline was pretty much
fearless about everything.

She was just what he needed. She had a sweet, outgoing personality, and she
encouraged Tim to break out of his comfort zone. First they became great
friends; then they became passionate lovers.

Caroline loved Tim's sweet, caring, shy ways. She thought he was witty and
intelligent. She liked his open, handsome face, his dreamy blue eyes, his
shaggy blonde and his easy smile. She also liked his slender, rather athletic
build. She was convinced that he had no idea just how goo looking he was.

Tim loved Caroline's fearlessness and her passion for life. He liked her
short, black hair, her almond shaped brown eyes, and her dark mocha skin.
Caroline had a beautiful wide face with a Nubian nose and thick, lush lips.

Caroline was only two inches shorter than Tim and had a sturdy, feminine body.
Caroline was not what most people would call fat (although Stacey probably
would), but she was a big boned girl. She had a slightly thick hourglass
figure, but she was thick in all the right places. She had large, soft, F-cup
breasts and a round, tight, full ass. Her waist was slender in proportion to
the rest of her body. Her shoulders were broad with fit solid arms and long,
shapely legs.

The fact that Tim was white and Caroline was black might have been an issue
twenty or thirty years ago, but in 2016, no one gave it so much as a second
thought - least of all Tim or Caroline. They felt lucky to have found each
other.

Right around the time Tim and Caroline began spending all their time together,
Tim's mother began to work on him to get him to come home for the summer.
Every time the two of them spoke, Tim's mom brought it up. She promised Tim
that he would be able to spend most of his time lounging by the family pool.
She also assured him that she'd spoken to Stacey and gotten her to promise to
stop picking on her old brother.

As summer got closer and Tim and Caroline talked about their plans, Caroline
asked Tim why he wasn't going home for the summer. He explained that he didn't
get along with his younger sister, but he didn't tell his girlfriends that his
younger, smaller sister was capable of beating the crap out of him with one
hand. That would be too humiliating.

He even told Caroline about his mother's efforts to get him to come home. As
they talked, Caroline encouraged her boyfriend to give his sister another
chance. "She's eighteen now," Caroline pointed out, "She's graduated from high
school. A young woman can do an awful lot of maturing in a year-and-a-half.

With both his mother and his girlfriends working on him, Tim finally decided
to give home another try. The hardest part was going to be saying goodbye to
his Sweet Caroline who was also going home for the summer. She lived in a
neighboring state.

When he arrived at home, Tim found that Stacey had changed. She was still
5'6", but she looked like maybe she'd put on a few pounds. This worried him at
first however, because they were pounds of muscle. Stacey now had clearly
defined muscular arms and legs and abs that would make most fitness models
jealous. He had to admit that even though she was his sister, Stacey was
hotter than ever.

But when Stacey saw Tim for the first time in just over eighteen months, she
hugged him and told him that she missed him. When she hugged him, she didn't
crush him too hard although he could tell that her strong body was capable of
doing so. When she said, "I've missed you, big bro," she did so without
sarcasm.

During his first two weeks at home, things were very pleasant. Stacey was
polite but rather aloof. She had her own life and her own friends, and Tim
didn't see her that much. Tim got into contact with the few old friends he
made in high school. As his mom promised, he spent a lot of time reading and
lounging by the pool.

The greatest amount of time that Tim and Stacey spent together was the day
before their parents were to leave on a three week cruise. Stacey asked Tim to
help her with something. He followed her and was surprised when she led him to
her private weight room. He'd only been inside Stacey's weight room once
before, and that was years ago. At the time she made it clear that his
presence was not welcome. In other words, she kicked his ass.

When they got there, Tim was amazed at how fully loaded all the barbells were
with massive weights. He knew that Stacey was strong, but this was something
else altogether.

"Do you still work out?" Stacey asked her brother. Tim could hardly believe
it; Stacey seemed interested in his life.

"No, I never seem to have the time," he replied, "What with going to class,
studying ... and Caroline."

"That's right! Mom told me you had a girlfriend. Tell me about her." So Tim
proceeded to tell his younger sister all about his Sweet Caroline. "She sounds
like a very nice girl," Stacey said.

Tim was glad that he'd come home. He was so pleased to be talking with Stacey
this way. Stacey asked him, "Do you love her?"

Tim could feel his face flush. "Yes," he replied softly.

"Have you told her that?" Stacey asked.

"No... not yet. I was going to tell her the night before we both left for
summer vacation but ...."

"I know, big brother, you lost your nerve!" This almost sounded a little like
the old Stacey who mocked him relentlessly, but then she got softer, "But you
don't need to be so shy, Tim. Since I've seen you last," then she hesitated as
if she was remembering the way she'd treated him the last time he'd been home.
She seemed remorseful. She continued, "Since I've seen you last, you've become
a babe."

"Aw, c'mon, Stacey," Tim blushed.

"No, I mean it; if you weren't my brother...."

"Well, Caroline does always tell me that I'm better looking than I realize,"
Tim said as if he was starting to believe it for the first time.

"She's right!" Stacey assured him.

"So, why did you bring me in here?" Tim asked.

"I want you to spot me while I do a set of bench presses," Stacey explained.

Tim looked over at the bench press apparatus. There was a thick bar with a
massive amount of weights ready to go. "H-how much weight is t-that?" he
asked.

"Six hundred pound and some change," Stacey replied casually.

"Can you really bench that much?" Tim asked amazed.

"That's what I use to do a set of fifteen," Stacey replied.

"B-but, Stacey, I can't help you with that; that's way too much weight for me
to handle," Tim explained.

"Yeah, I guess I should have thought of that," Stacey said. She flexed both
arms and Tim watched as her biceps expanded into two fourteen inch mound of
power. "I've been working out a lot in the last year. I've gotten a lot
stronger."

"Y-you always were pretty strong," said Tim who was growing more and more
uncomfortable with this conversation.

"That's true," Stacey agreed. "Well, since you're too weak to spot for me, big
brother, maybe you could just watch as I move some el-bees,' Stacey suggested.

"Uh, sure," said Tim. He watched stupefied as Stacey leaned back on the bench
and quickly pumped out a set of fifteen presses with the more than six hundred
pound barbell. Her reps were smooth and even and she completed two sets with
very little effort. "Wow, that was amazing, Stacey," Tim commented.

Stacey sat up on the bench and said, "That was nothing."

Tim excused himself and went away thinking that he was glad that he and Stacey
were getting along now. "I hate to think what she could do to me if she
wanted," he thought.

After dinner that night, Tim and Stacey's mother called her two offspring
together to explain what was expected of them while the parents were on their
cruise. She explained that there would be a short list of chores tacked to the
bulletin board in the kitchen.

The chores really didn't amount to much. They wanted someone to mow the grass
a couple of times while they were gone. Likewise they wanted the pool cleaned
once a week. They wanted someone to run the vacuum cleaner through the main
rooms of the house a couple of times. Nothing on the list was too strenuous -
especially considering that they would be shared between two healthy young
adults.

"Now there's plenty of food in the fridge, the freezer and the pantry," their
mother explained, "And I'm leaving an additional $400 just in case. However,
when we get back, I want the amount of cash and the receipts to add up to
$400."

"Sure, Mom," Tim said.

"And I'm going to leave one of your father's gold credit cards with Tim for
emergencies. That means I don't want there to be any charges put on it unless
there's an emergency. Is that clear?" This last question was mostly directed
at Stacey who had been known to be irresponsible with credit cards in the
past.

"Yes, Mother," Stacey responded wearily.

"Okay, then, we'll be leaving early in the morning, probably before either of
you wake up, so try to keep the house in one piece, please. You can have a few
friends over, but no big parties!"

Despite their early morning departure, Tim got up the next morning to see his
parents off. He fixed himself some breakfast and ate it. Since Stacey still
wasn't up yet, Tim thought he'd surprise her by going ahead and cleaning he
pool and getting one of the chores out of the way.

About an hour later as he was finishing up, Stacey came outside wearing a very
skimpy bikini. Her young, tight, strong body looked very sexy. "Hey,
sleepyhead," Tim called out, "Mom and Dad got off alright this morning. Stacey
didn't say anything in reply. "Oh well, she's never been much of a morning
person," Tim thought.

Tim walked over to the lounge chair where Stacey was laying out and said, "I
made myself some pancakes for breakfast. There's still some batter left if you
want a few."

Stacey looked up at him. "Go in a get me some freshly squeezed orange juice
and some toast. I like it lightly toasted and lightly buttered," she said.

Tim was unnerved by Stacey's manner. All the warmth of the previous day was
gone. This seemed like the old Stacey - the one that expected to be obeyed or
else. He didn't say anything but made his way to the kitchen. He poured her
some orange juice and toasted some bread and buttered it.

When he presented it to Stacey, she took a sip of the juice and said, "This
isn't fresh squeezed." She looked at the toast and said, "This isn't lightly
toasted. Can't you do anything right?"

Tim changed the subject. "I cleaned the pool already, so that's one chore off
the list. How do you want to divide up the rest of the chores?"

"How about this," Stacey suggested, "While Mom and Dad are away, you do all
the chores and go back to being my obedient slave. In return, I won't beat the
shit out of you."

Tim tried to laugh it off, "Ha ha, very funny, Sis."

Stacey looked at Tim. Her brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed and her lips
tightened. Somehow this made Stacey's gorgeous face look even more beautiful.
Tim had seen this look before. This look scared the bejeezus out of him.
"N-now, S-stacey, y-you p-p-promised M-m-mom," Tim stammered.

"Mom isn't here," she replied.

"B-b""b-but...."

"B-b-b-b-b-b-but what?" Stacey mocked. She stood up and flexed her muscles.
Somehow her biceps looked even bigger than they had the day before. "You saw
how much I bench pressed yesterday, and that didn't even make me break a
sweat. Are you going to do exactly what I tell you to do, or do you want me to
show you what I can do to you?"

"No," replied Tim softly.

"No, what?" asked Stacey.

"No, I don't want you to show me what you can do to me," Tim replied.

Stacey grabbed his arm and twisted it back. Tim tried to resist but found
himself driven to his knees by Stacey's vastly superior strength. "Just to
make sure we understand each other," Stacey began, "I want to hear you say the
words, 'I am Stacey's bitch,'."

"I am Stacey's bitch," Tim responded. He would have said anything to stop the
pain of the incredible pressure Stacey was putting on his arm. He knew
implicitly that his strong little sister could just as easily have snapped his
arm with her powerful grip.

"Prove it," Stacey challenged.

"How?" asked Tim.

"Kiss my dainty feet," Stacey giggled. She released her grip so that her
brother could get down on all fours. He immediately complied and covered his
strong sister's bare feet with kisses until she gave him permission to stop.

Then Stacey made Tim go in a redo her breakfast. "And get it right this time,"
she warned, "Or I'll take you over my knee and spank your bare ass!"

Tim spent the rest of the morning waiting on his sister and obeying her
slightest commands. He was in the middle of painting her toenails when the
gate entrance to the pool swung open. In walked a pair of hot young women who
were almost a beautiful and sexy as Stacey. One was a ravishing redhead. The
other had a mass of long, curly, beautiful brown hair. The redhead had a fair
complexion; the brown-hair beauty had the smooth, deeply tanned brown skin of
an island girl.

They both had bodies that were nearly as fit and smokin' hot as Stacey's, and
they were both wearing bikinis that were just as skimpy.

"Hey, bitch," the redhead said, "We thought we'd come over and sit by the pool
now that the parental units are away."

"Sure thing, bitch!" Stacey responded, "I thought you'd never get here."

The two girls got situated on two more lounge chairs and the three sexy young
women sat side-by-side-by-side next to each other. Tim barely looked up. He
knew the two girls since they were Stacey's long-time best friends. The
redhead was named Angie and the brown haired girl was Denise. Throughout most
of high school, Tim had a crush on Denise. When Stacey found out about it, she
took every opportunity to humiliate him in front of her.

The three young women sat there for several minutes making small talk. Neither
of Stacey's friends seemed to notice Tim at his sister's feet painting her
toenails. It was as if they thought that the sight of a twenty year old man at
your feet painting your toenails was the most natural thing in the world.

Finally, almost as an afterthought, Stacey said, "Angie, Denise, you remember
my brother Tim."

"Yeah, sure," Angie said clearly not interested in the least.

Denise looked over the top of her $300 sun glasses and said, "My, Timmy, you
certainly have grown up. You're a lot more handsome than I remember."

"Yes, but he's still the same old wimp," Stacey chided him.

"Maybe, but he's a yummy wimp," observed Denise.

Before long, it was decided that with her fair skin, Angie needed a more
powerful level of sunscreen and a wide brimmed hat. Since she had brought
neither with her, Stacey sent Tim to her room to fetch them. As he was trying
to find the items in the mess that Stacey called a room, he heard the door
shut.

Tim quickly turned around to see that Denise had entered the room and shut the
door behind her. "Hello, Timmy," she said, "How's it feel to be home?"

"It's okay, I guess," he said. He was not about to open up to one of Stacey's
best friends regarding his problems.

"Yeah, I don't really give a shit," she said as she took a couple of steps
towards him. Tim took a couple of steps back. "Don't be so shy, Timmy, I know
you've always had a crush on me, and I'm about to make all your dreams come
true."

She was an absolutely gorgeous young woman, to be sure. She was 5'7" and
weighed 122 pounds. She had a pretty face and an amazing body with pert C-cup
breast that looked like they were straining to bust out of the micro-bikini
she was wearing. She had flawless, golden brown skin, a tight, flat tummy, a
nice, tight ass and very long, sinewy legs. The truth was, from ninth grade up
until about six months ago, Tim would have sold his soul to have the chance to
be with Denise. But six months ago, he met Caroline.

He tried to let her down gently. "Look, Denise, you're a very gorgeous girl,
and most guys would call me crazy to turn down an opportunity like this. In
fact, I'd probably agree with them, but the truth is, I've got a girlfriend
that I love."

Denise looked at Tim as if she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing.
"Are you turning me down?" she asked.

"I love her," Tim explained.

Then Denise smiled maliciously. "It's so adorable that you think you have a
choice in this." Tim wondered what she meant. Was she threatening to bring
Stacey in on this? Did she think that Stacey would force him to have sex with
her? WOULD Stacey force him to have sex with Denise?

Denise reached out and grabbed Tim by the belt of his cargo shorts. She
effortlessly lifted him off the ground with one hand and tossed him a few feet
through the air so that he landed on Stacey's unmade bed.

Tim looked at Denise with wide eyes. "You... you're strong... like Stacey," he
said.

"Well, I'm not quite as strong as Stacey, but I'm strong enough to get the job
done," she said. She removed her top and released her mouth-watering breasts.
"I always get what I want, Timmy, " she said, "And right now, that's you."

Denise grabbed Tim and lifted him high into the air. She quickly tore his
clothes off and began to lick his dick and balls. Even though Tim did his best
to resist, it didn't take long before his cock was as hard as a rock. Denise
then tossed him back down onto the bed. Tim began to get up, but Denise
reached down and pinned him to the bed with two fingers. "Stay put!" she
commanded.

Tim was too afraid to disobey. Denise quickly removed her bikini bottoms and
climbed on top of him. She straddled him and lowered her dripping wet pussy
over his rock hard cock. She pinned his arms to the bed over his head. She was
so much stronger than he was that it was impossible for him to resist her. She
began to roll her hips in a most seductive way. Tim tried his best to not
enjoy the sensation, but it was impossible not to. He held back for as long as
he could.

Tim felt a tingle deep in his balls; he knew he was about to erupt. His face
must have given him away because Denise apparently knew it too. "Oh no, not
yet," she said as she tightened her pussy around his cock. This made it
possible for Tim to ejaculate.

"I'm not letting you cum until I'm good and ready for you to cum," Denise
explained. She kept riding him for the next forty-five minutes. By then Denise
had experienced five earthshaking orgasms and denied Tim four. By the time she
finally allowed him to cum inside her, he was exhausted and dripping with
sweat.

Denise then jumped off of Tim and said, "That was fun. I think I'll do that
again tomorrow." She quickly gathered her bikini top and bottom and pranced
out the door. Tim was left alone on his sister's bed. The sheets were soaking
wet with his perspiration and his and Denise's mingled love juices.

Tim felt so ashamed. He knew that he was powerless to resist Denise's superior
strength. He knew that essentially she raped him. Even still, he felt guilty.
Before now, Caroline was the only woman he'd ever had sex with. He felt guilty
about being with Denise. He felt especially guilty because even though he
didn't want to part of him enjoyed the sex with her. It was hard not to enjoy
a hot girl that he'd fanaticized about for years riding and grinding on his
cock.

What was even worse, while most of him dreaded what Denise had planned for
tomorrow, a small part of him looked forward to it. He loved Caroline, and he
thought Caroline was just as attractive as Denise - especially her huge F-cup
tits and her tight, full, round ass. But he had to admit that there was
something about the way Denise so easily overpowered him that turned him on.
The way she could lift him and toss him around like he weighted nothing made
his toes curl.

He felt very confused and helpless. Denise obviously had the power to take him
whenever she wanted. Tim began to cry, and his tears turned into sobs. He was
lying in his sister's bed on soaked sheets and crying like a little kid.

Suddenly Stacey was at the door. "What the fuck?" she shouted. Tim jumped out
of bed terrified and still naked. "Did you and Denise fuck in MY bed?" she
asked.

"Y-y-y-yes, but it w-w-wasn't m-my idea."

"Put some clothes on!" Stacey demanded. Tim looked on the floor at his clothed
that Denise had torn to pieces. He didn't know what to do.

Realizing his dilemma and seeing yet another opportunity to humiliate him,
Stacey threw her brother a pair of her own dirty panties and said, "Here, put
these on!" Tim just stood there for a few seconds and looked at the panties in
his hand. "I said put them on!" Stacey demanded.

Tim did as he was told. "Now, who said you could fuck Denise in my bed?"
Stacey asked.

"B-b-b-but, it... it wasn't my fault," Tim insisted.

Then Denise came walking up. "Are you trying to say that you didn't want to
fuck me?"

"Well, I ... I ..." Denise punched Tim hard sending him flying across the room
back into Stacey's bed. Denise looked at Stacey and said, "I'm sorry,
girlfriend, but I'm going to have to beat the shit out of your brother now."

"Be my guest," said Stacey, "Only don't beat him up so badly that he can't
wait on us."

"Okay," agreed Denise.

Then Stacey said to her brother, "And when she's through beating you up, make
sure that you strip my bed, change all the sheets and blankets and wash the
ones that you got all wet." Then she exited the room and shut the door. Stacey
giggled as she walked down the hall to the sounds of her brother getting his
ass kicked by a younger girl who was five inches shorter and more than forty
pound lighter.

For the next several days, thing just got worse and worse for Tim. He was
forced to serve his new masters' every need. Somewhere along the line, he
discovered that Angie was just as strong as Denise and almost as strong as
Stacey. The other two girls practically moved in while Tim and Stacey's
parents were away.

The second day of Tim's enslavement, a couple of his high school buddies
dropped over unexpectedly. Since Tim never had any friends over when he was in
high school, they'd never been to his house before. One of his friends was
slightly taller and weighed a little more than Tim. The other one was much
bigger. In fact, the young man who everyone knew as Bruiser played football in
high school and now played college football. He was a 215 pound, 6'4" wide
receiver.

Stacey didn't like the idea of Tim having friends over so she beat the crap
out of them. She didn't bother to get help from Denise or Angie. "It's only
two boys," she said. She had no trouble kicking both of their asses at the
same time. Afterwards she made them kiss her feet and repeat "Males are the
weaker sex," five hundred times. After they finished, she beat them up again
just for fun.

The day after that, Stacey made Tim give her the gold credit card that their
mother left with him. "But we're only supposed to use this in case of
emergencies," Tim said timidly.

"It is an emergency," Stacey said, "I want to go shopping."

"Stacey, I know I can't stop you, but you're going to get in trouble with Mom
and Dad," Tim said.

Stacey looked at him and said, "First of all, Dad won't say a word. He and I
had it out six months ago when he yelled at me for breaking curfew. After we
'discussed' it, he understood how things were."

"What? You mean...." Tim couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Let's just say that Dad knows better than to ever raise his voice to me
again," said Stacey. "As for Mom, she won't be a problem because you're going
to tell her that YOU'RE the one who used the credit card."

Tim began to protest, but what was the use. He knew that if Stacey told him to
do something that he was too afraid to say no. He handed over the card and
Stacey and Angie went shopping. While they were gone, Denise carried Tim up to
Stacey's bedroom and forced him to fuck her for the third day in a row.

This time she pushed him to the floor and made him kiss her feet and suck on
her toes. Then she forced him to admit that he was a little sissy-boy compared
to her. After that she made Tim do a sexy dance and strip for her. Then she
threw him down on Stacey's bed and fucked him over and over until he begged
for mercy. And just to show him who was boss, she fucked him two more times.

"Stacey and Angie will be home soon," Denise said, you better get Stacey's bed
stripped and remade before she finds out that you fucked me in her bed again.

Stacey and her two friends were running Tim ragged. When he wasn't waiting on
them or fucking Denise, he was busy trying to keep up with the list of chores
left by his mother. At least once a day, one of the three strong girls would
beat Tim up. Angie proved to be just as impossible for him to defeat as Stacey
or Denise.

The worst part about all this was that Tim completely lost touch with
Caroline. Stacey confiscated his cell phone and laptop on the first day of his
enslavement. She didn't want anything to distract Tim from serving her. He was
not allowed to answer the landline either.

By the end of ht forth day, Tim was a nervous wreck. He'd hardly slept in
three days. He was constantly being made to jump through one hoop after
another. The one thing that Tim had to cling to was his love for Caroline.
Even so, he couldn't help but find both Angie and Denise incredibly sexy.

They were both so pretty with such hot bodies. Plus, he couldn't help but be
turned on by their incredible strength. Stacey may have pumped out bench press
reps with over six hundred pounds, but Angie and Denise were not far behind
with their 500+ pound sets.

Angie had no interest in Tim other than as someone to serve her. One of the
times she beat him up was because she found him looking at her with a lustful
gaze.

Finally on the fifth day, Tim's salvation arrived. His three bosses were out
by the pool as usual when the front doorbell rang. "Tim, go see who it is,"
Stacey snapped. "If it's not one of my friends, get rid of them. It especially
better not be another one of your weak-ass friends."

Tim was understandably nervous when he opened the door. He was downright
terrified when he saw that it was Caroline.

"Caroline, what are you doing here?" he asked.

Caroline leaned in and kissed her boyfriend. "Aren't you happy to see me?" she
asked.

Happy? Scared shitless was more like it! "Of course I am," he answered
nervously, "But what are you doing here?"

"What did you expect me to do when you wouldn't answer any of my emails, texts
or phone calls?" she asked. Caroline gently touched the side of Tim's face.
"Baby, where did you get these bruises?"

"Uh... I fell down the stairs," he replied. Even as he said it, he realized
what a weak lie that was.

Just then a voice from the pool area called, "Tim, get your ass out here! My
toenails aren't going to paint themselves!"

"My goodness! That was rude," Caroline said. "I think that I'll just go out
there and have a word with miss thing."

"NO!" Tim yelled, but Caroline was already heading through the house to the
pool in back. Tim grabbed hold of her arm and tried to restrain her. He was
shocked to find that instead of holding Caroline back, she dragged him along
with her.

Caroline walked out to the pool and said, "Which one of you white girls spoke
to my boyfriend in such a disrespectful manner?"

Stacey got out of her lounge chair and walked over and said, "You must be
Caroline."

"And you must be Stacey," Caroline said.

Stacey extended her hand to shake hands with Caroline. Despite the fact that
Caroline was four inches taller and outweighed Stacey by nearly twenty pounds,
Tim was certain that Stacey was by far the stronger of the two. Fearing that
his sister would break Caroline's hand, he jumped in front of them and said,
"No! Stacey, no! Do whatever you want to me, but leave Caroline alone."

Stacey gave Tim a stern look and said, "Get out of the way, Tim." Her voice
dripped with venom.

"No, Stacey," Tim answered back. Though his knees were knocking together he
was not going to let his sister hurt Caroline without a fight.

Denise and Angie were looking on and giggling. Denise said, "You mean this
black cunt is what you've been fucking at college? Is she the reason why I've
had to force you to fuck me, Timmy?"

By this time, Caroline had completely sized up the situation. She made a
mental note to follow up with Denise regarding what she'd just said. Caroline
gently placed her hands on Tim's shoulders and said, "It's okay, baby. You can
step aside. I got this." Tim wasn't sure what Caroline meant, but something
about the way she said it made him step aside like she suggested.

With Tim no longer between them, Stacey and Caroline locked hands. Tim cringed
at the thought of the terrific pressure that Stacey would use to crush
Caroline's hand. He heard a little whimper, but to his utter amazement, it was
Stacey face that was distorted with pain.

"Stop! You're squeezing too hard," cried Stacey. "Stop! You're breaking my
hand!" Denise and Angie both jumped up and took a few steps towards Caroline.

"Stay right where you are," Caroline told the two young women. "If either of
you takes one more step, I swear that I'll break this bitch's hand!"

Stacey used the brief distraction. Be doubled up her left fist and punched
Caroline hard with a cross to her jaw. Caroline looked at Stacey with moderate
annoyance and said, "Was that really necessary?" She tightened her grip on
Stacey's hand and Stacey fell to her knees.

Stacey began to beg - to actually beg - Caroline to let go of her hand. Tim
could hardly believe his eyes. The girl that had driven him to his knees and
made him beg so many times was now on her knees begging HIS girlfriend for
mercy.

Caroline spoke calmly to Stacey. "Don't you think for a second that I don't
know what's been going on here. You three have been bullying my sweet,
kind-hearted boyfriend. Isn't that right?" When Stacey didn't respond quickly
enough Caroline tightened her grip. "ISN'T THAT RIGHT?" she repeated.

"Yes, yes, it's true," cried Stacey, "Now please, let go of my hand."

"Look up," Caroline told Stacey. When she did, Caroline punched Stacey in the
face with her left fist. Stacey dropped to the ground. She was out like a used
match.

Caroline turned towards Denise and Angie. "Stay back," Angie warned. Denise
looked terrified. Anyone that could take out Stacey with one punch was someone
to fear. Caroline took three quick steps towards Angie and knocked her out
with one punch. She grabbed Denise by the arm.

"What was that you said about fucking my boyfriend?" Caroline asked.

"I-it was h-his idea," Denise lied, "He begged me to fuck him."

"That's a lie!" Tim cried out.

Caroline looked over at her boyfriend with eyes full of love. "I know it's a
lie, baby. Don't worry about it for one little second." She turned back to
Denise. "You and your friends have been torturing my boyfriend, but now it's
going to stop. You raped him, and now you're going to pay."

Caroline sat down on one of the pool chairs and she threw Denise over her
knee. Denise tried to fight back with all of her considerable strength, but
Caroline easily overpowered her. She pulled down Denise's bikini bottoms and
began spanking her.

There are times when spankings are considered sexy or even comical. There was
nothing sexy or comical about what Caroline did to Denise. She beat the
younger woman's bare ass until it was raw. Caroline ignored all of Denise's
sobs and pleas for mercy. She chose to spank Denise because she was afraid
that if she punched her in the face like she wanted to, she'd kill the weaker
girl.

When Denise passed out from the pain that Caroline had inflicted upon her,
Caroline walked over to Tim who was visibly shaken by everything that had gone
on. She hugged her boyfriend and he began to tremble in her arms. Caroline
could feel Tim's body begin to shudder with sobs.

"Shhhhhh, baby, it's all over now. Caroline's here. Your Sweet Caroline is
here to make it allllll better. Go ahead and cry, baby. Caroline's here. She
held him like that for several minutes before picking him up in her strong
arms and carrying him inside the house. She had Tim direct her to his bedroom.
She gently undressed him and laid him down in his bed. "Get some sleep, baby"
she told her exhausted boyfriend. "Get some sleep and we'll talk later."

Caroline went back out to the pool area where Stacey and Angie were beginning
to come around. She sat them down and had a long talk with the two of them.
She explained that strong women like them had to learn to be gentle with the
men in their lives. "It's not right to use your superior strength the torture
men who are weaker than you are. Shame on the both of you for not knowing
that."

Stacey and Angie sat and listened and nodded their heads in agreement. They
didn't dare do anything else. Caroline then explained to the two younger women
that until Stacey's parents came home, she was going to be staying there to
make sure that Tim was safe.

"A-are you going to make us your slaves?" asked Angie.

"Haven't you two heard anything I've said?" she asked. "No, I'm not going to
make you my slaves. I am going to make you do your fair share of the work
though. That means that since you've done nothing for the past five days, I'm
going to ask the two of you to clean the entire house from top to bottom.
Before that, however, you need to find a spare bedroom or someplace for her."
By "her" she meant Denise. "And it better be a place where I don't see her
because if I see her again, there's no telling what I might do to her."

"But doesn't she have to help clean the house?" Angie asked.

"Honey, she's barely going to be able to walk for at least a week," Caroline
explained. "Meanwhile you two are going to have to take turns taking care of
her."

With that settled, Caroline went upstairs, got undressed and crawled into bed
with Tim. She wrapped her strong arms around him and let him sleep.

When Tim woke up he looked at Caroline lying beside him and whispered, "Then
it wasn't a dream."

Caroline opened her eyes and said, "No, baby, it wasn't a dream, but it was a
waking nightmare for your sister and her friends. They thought that they were
the queen bees around here."

Tim smiled at this. It was the first time he'd smiled in days. "How did you do
that to them?" he asked.

Caroline looked at him with a look that said, "As if!" What she actually said
was, "Baby, the day I can't beat the you-know-what out of three skinny white
bitches is the day I crawl into a hole and pull the dirt on top of myself."

"But Stacey is strong enough to bench press over six hundred pounds," Tim
pointed out.

"Psssst!" said Caroline, "I could lift that much when I was twelve years old!"

"H-how much can you bench press now?" Tim asked.

"I don't really know," said Caroline, "It's been a long time since I tested
myself. I can lift at least twice as much as Stacey. I know that." Tim's eyes
grew wide. Caroline looked at him. She recognized the look of fear. She pulled
his naked body next to hers. "Baby, you don't have to be afraid of me. I would
never use my strength to hurt you. You're my man. I would never be like your
sister or her friends. I would never use my strong girl strength to harm a
weaker male who didn't deserve it. As far as I'm concerned, you and I are
equals."

Tim looked into Caroline's eyes. This time his eyes were filled with love.
"Caroline, I love you so much," he said.

"I love you too, baby." They began to kiss. Two minutes later Tim's face was
buried in Caroline's deep cleavage. Twelve minutes after that his cock was
deep inside her pussy. Four minutes later he was experiencing the most intense
orgasm of his young life. The thought that his sexy, big titted black
girlfriend - his Sweet Caroline - could easily kick the ass of the women who'd
tormented him so was exhilarating and such a turn-on.

Later, as Tim was laying next to his Sweet Caroline with his arms clinging to
her and his head resting on her huge breasts he asked, "Caroline would you do
something for me?

"Anything, my love," she replied.

"Would you show me your muscle?"

Caroline turned over onto her side and flexed her left bicep. It grew to a
full sixteen inches. Tim tenderly placed his hand on it and began to caress
it. It felt as hard as steel. He leaned in and began to kiss and lick
Caroline's power. As he did, his dick got hard again.

Caroline could both see and feel how turned on Tim was by her muscle. (She
felt "it" poking her in the leg.) "If I knew that my muscles would turn you on
this much, I would have shown them to you months ago," she said.

Soon they were making love again.

After their second round of making love, Tim asked, "Caroline, are you strong
enough to lift a car over your head?"

"Yes, baby," Caroline replied.

"Would you show me later?"

"Yes, baby, anything you want. Anything."

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