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Old 03-19-2011, 07:08 PM   #6
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At that moment the front doorbell rang. Aunt Margaret welcomed the interruption and went to the door. When she opened the door she heard a familiar voice, saying: "Hi auntie." It was Martin, another nephew of hers, and one of her favourites by the way. Seventeen years old, his body not as muscular as that of Greg, but more tough and agile looking, with a handsome, strong but boyish looking face, topped by short black hair, he was her ideal type of a young adolescent male. She looked in admiration at his sunburned smooth body, which he showed off since he, because of the heat of the day, was only wearing a pair of Levi shorts. "Come in, Martin," she said happily. She knew that her two other nephews, Greg and Paul, also very much admired Martin and looked up to him, being the elder, so maybe he could cheer them up a bit. She entered the room and saw that the girls had been after the boys again. Greg and Paul lay both on their stomach on the floor, with the girls sitting on their buttocks and acting as if they were horseracing them. They hit the humiliated boys at their sides with pieces of the rope with which they had been tied up before, like jockeys do. Martin looked at the scene with astonishment and after a while he burst out in a loud laughter. "What kind of a play is this?" he cried out. Greg and Paul were glad to see another male entering the room, but they dared not to stand up. Even after the girls had stood up to welcome Martin, the two boys kept lying on the floor until Susan gave them permission to rise. Then they stood up and greeted their cousin Martin.

"Why do you behave so strangely?" Martin asked them. Greg and Paul looked down and dared not answer him, they were too ashamed of themselves. Sandra jumped in and said: "well, Susan and I have beaten the hell out of them and now they have become our slaves." "A nice game," said Martin, who thought it all to be a play. "Do you think you two girls could beat me too?" he added laughing. "There is no doubt about that," answered Sandra proud. Martin smiled at his aunt. "You have two very self-confident daughters. If I didn’t know they were jesting, I would almost become afraid of them." "Well," Margaret said," we can put it to the test if you want to." "What do you mean? You cannot be serious that I would fight these lovely tiny cousins of mine?" and he lifted Sandra up and tossed her up high in the air. Sandra struck her foot against his nose. "Ouch," he cried and put her down quickly and rubbed his aching nose. "I know you did not do that on purpose, otherwise I would have to give you a good beating for it." "I did it on purpose and I accept your challenge to fight," Sandra replied quietly. "But surely…"said Martin and looked at his aunt, not quite knowing what was going on. Margaret pondered for a while. A fight between Martin and Sandra could set things right again for the boys. And in the unlikely case that Sandra would prevail…. the mere thought of this beautiful muscular male being dominated by one of her own little daughters caused shudders of a deep erotic longing into her body. She was unable to resist that feeling. "Ok," Aunt Margaret said, "You two can fight it out in the garden. Each of you will represent his own sex, so if Martin wins his cousins are set free, but if Sandra wins Martin will have to obey my two daughters too in every respect." Martin shook his head in disbelief. What had started from his side as a joke, was now turning into a real fight with his tiny cousin Sandra. Well, he would finish her off quickly and then take Greg and Paul with him into town; they looked as if they could ! use some time away from their female cousins.

Aunt Margaret went upstairs for a moment to change from her official office-dress into something more comfortable. When she came down again she had put on a summer blouse and a very short skirt. The boys couldn't help looking in admiration at her muscular and impressive legs. All went outside and gathered at the lawn. "Everything is allowed, no holds barred", said Margaret, "the fight is over when one of the opponents is forced to say: ‘I give in’. Everything clear?" She looked around and saw Greg and Paul standing together, anxiously looking at their only hope, Martin. At the other side of the lawn Susan was giving her sister some last instructions. They laughed together and seemed very confident. Greg saw this too and called out to Martin: "please, take the fight serious, Martin. Don’t let their age or posture misguides you. I tell you: she is dangerous. And watch your…ehhh.. (he looked in a shy way to his aunt; it was obvious that he was ashamed to refer to male balls in front of her)…well, you know what I mean, " and he waved vaguely to his own balls. Martin had no idea what he referred to but put his thumb up to him and smiled full of confidence.

"GO", shouted Margaret and the fight was on. Sandra rushed straight away towards Martin for a ferocious attack. Martin couldn’t help laughing at the sight of the tiny but sturdy looking girl, who was more than a head smaller than he was, coming on to him so boldly. He thought that his niece was becoming quite attractive by the way. He couldn’t help admiring her slim but toned body, with it’s budding curves. His anger about the accident with his nose was already subdued and he decided to play a bit with Sandra first. So when she came in and landed a flood of blows unto his body, he did not fight back at first but only tried to cover his body. "Fight back, hit her wherever you can", cried Greg and Paul anxiously, who knew what Sandra was aiming at. Sandra soon found out that the higher she threw her blows at Martin’s body, the higher he held his arms and hands in defence before him. She smiled and aimed a blow at his face. Upward went both the boy’s arms. Sandra did one more step forward so that she now stood within inches of the strong muscular male and lifted up her bare left knee with full power and buried it straight into Martin’s balls. Had this fight up to now not been more than a big joke for him, the devastating, sharp pain in that beloved part of his body made it now all too clear to him that this fight meant serious business. The air was driven out of his lungs, his eyesight became blurred, his hands reached for his groin in a protective gesture and he was forced to bent down. That positioned his face right above the other knee of the lithe little girl and with a mighty swoop of her sturdy thigh, she drove her right knee on the nose of her strong male opponent. Was his body first bent in a forward direction, this kick straight in his face sent his body backwards again, so that he fell on the grass, lying on his back.

Blood was all over his face and dripped onto his beautifully carved male chest. Aunt Margaret sighed and felt pity for the poor guy. Sandra however was instructed by Susan to feel no pity whatsoever for her opponent and dived straight after him. She placed herself on top of him, her small but strong legs on each side of his chest, and started to throw blows all over his face. Susan understood that her sister was in fact a bit reckless. This male had only received the first few punches unto his body and was not subdued properly yet. Much of his strength was still intact. So she tried to warn her sister to back off for a while, but it was too late. The spectators saw the strong muscles of his legs contract and with a mighty swung of his body Martin was able to throw Sandra of his chest. Now it was his turn to act quickly and in no time he sat himself on her tummy, pressed both her arms down beside her face and looked down at his little tormentor. She looked very fragile under the big strong male. His sight was still a bit blurred and his groin very painful, so he was not top-fit any more. He shook his head to restore his eyesight and then he saw that one of the cups of the girl’s bikini-top had slid of her breast. Her nipple was poking upwards in the free air, and although here female curves were still in development they were all there, and it had a diverting effect on Martin. He wanted to put the cup back in place and lifted his right arm in order to do that.

Sandra had felt quite hopeless when she had found herself buried under the heavy male body, which outweighed her by at least 30 kilos. She found out quickly that she would never be able to turn herself free. She was already afraid that her case was lost and that she had let her sister down, when she saw Martin gazing at her right breast. Then she noticed that her bikini was not in its proper place. She felt a bit ashamed to be exposed in that way to the male above her, but then she felt his grip on her right arm loosening and she understood that the exposure of her tit would probably save her. She heard Greg shouting to Martin to hold control over her and finish her, while Susan on the other side was yelling at her to take advantage of the situation. She hold out with her free arm and gave a terrible blow on Martin’s face again. He fell backwards in agony, both hands to his battered nose. Somehow she managed to wriggle herself out from under him and she got to her feet again. She felt that her bikini-top was in disorder and she decided to get rid of it all the way. So she removed it quickly and stood now bare-breasted in the sun. She was a beautiful example of female strength with her tanned shapely body. Martin realised that he should get up on his feet too and managed to stumble up. But his face was in a terrible condition by now, full of blood and bruises. And his balls were also still aching from her first kick. So he didn’t quite felt ready to attack and just stood there, waiting for his female opponent to come in and finish him.

Sandra didn’t waste much time and rushed in on Martin with quick blows and retreated again before he could take hold of her. This went on for some minutes in which the spectators saw in amazement that the fragile looking little girl was slowly breaking down the dominant muscular male. It was a pitiful sight to see that his big muscles were of no use to him at all. He was simply not quick and smart enough for his female opponent. Sweat was pouring down from his forehead and it mingled with the blood that still came out of his broken nose. With each blow of the female fighter his muscular body weakened more and more, and after one last fierce kick aimed at his chest, he stumbled and fell spread-eagled backwards. Although still conscious, Martin was now so beaten up that he could hardly move. Everything ached and felt sore on his body. Vaguely he heard the shouts of his male cousins warning him to watch out, that Sandra was coming in on him. He was barely able to lift his head and saw vaguely the figure of his female opponent standing between the V of his legs. She was looking very fit and seemed to have got no damage whatsoever from the fight. In fact her breath was very quiet and under control. "Do you give in," she asked him in her innocent high-pitched voice. He shook his head. Never would he submit to a girl, let alone this small kid, five years younger than he was. He saw how she brought her right leg backwards and before he realised what her intention was, her foot swung forward, aiming directly at his exposed groin. The moment her foot came home, accompanied by a loud ‘YESSSS’ from Susan, who was very proud of her little sister, he felt a terrible pain that took control of his entire body. One moment he was forced to sit straight up and tried to cup his balls with his hands, the next moment his brain was overloaded by the pain and sent him into oblivion, so that he fell backwards on the grass again.

The bare-breasted girl bent over and removed the shoes and shorts of her defeated victim, exposing his genitals to the public. She quickly gave a look at his balls, which looked a bit blue and swollen. Her mother Margaret was slightly shocked by this brutal dominating behaviour of her daughter, but found it also sexually stimulating, watching the total humiliation of the older boy. She felt a primitive urge to take the wounded male animal back with her into the house and to let him be her sexual slave for hours and hours to come. She shuddered with pleasure and felt her intimate female place aching for relief. Her excitement was augmented by the fact that she had not put on any underwear when she had changed before the fight, so she could almost feel her feminine juices drip on her thighs. Margaret composed herself again and started to walk towards the two fighters. She noticed how one of Martin’s mighty legs was stirring again: he was regaining consciousness. She heard Sandra asking him the same question again: did he give in? The answer seemed negative again, because she saw how Sandra laid herself down beside him and quickly closed both her nicely carved thighs around his neck.

Since Aunt Margaret had started to move in unto the two fighting kids, the others had followed her example. So now Sandra and Martin lay in a close ring of people who were watching the contest. The spectators saw, each with a different appreciation of the situation, how Sandra had begun to slowly squeeze her strong thighs together around the neck of Martin. The once mighty young male was in a pitiful state: his strong, muscular body was laid out in full nakedness before their eyes, but it was totally useless and immobilised. They could now see clearly the damage the little girl had afflicted upon the older boy: his head was in shambles, his once smooth body full of bruises, and his balls … the male audience shivered just at the looks of them.

Martin felt the hard, strong thighs of his niece slowly cutting off the air to his lungs. He looked up and saw all the others gathered closely around him. He realised what a shameful sight he offered them: his powerful and muscular male body at the mercy of his little and so much younger niece, while he was helpless and completely naked, his male genitals for everyone to be seen. He shamed himself deeply to be exposed in this way, especially to his aunt and female cousin Susan. He felt a blush going over his entire body and he closed his eyes in despair. He wished all of them had disappeared when he opened his eyes again. But when he did so, they were of course all still there, looking down at him in amazement at his humiliation. Martin failed to understand how he had got into this dreadful situation. He, a powerful, agile, muscular male, in the strength of his life, being forced down by this comparatively small and fragile girl. He groaned and tried once more in a futile attempt to free himself from the grip of his female cousin. His aim was no longer to take revenge on Susan and to defeat her, but only to be able to free himself so that he could run away and hide.

The audience saw how he stretched once more his mighty male muscles and wriggled his body to get rid of this humiliating female suppression. But Susan just added a little more pressure unto him with her sturdy legs and, the air to his lungs being cut off almost completely, that was enough to submit him once more. Martin realised now that he was fully at the mercy of this tiny lithe girl, and tears started to appear in his eyes. There was absolutely nothing else he could do than lay down and have himself being looked at by the audience in all his nakedness. It was up to Susan to decide what would happen next.

Suddenly he perceived in himself a new and very basic feeling, which had a kind of nauseating effect on his stomach. It was suddenly clear to him what had up to now been hidden very deep in his subconsciousness: that this was the natural way of things. Males were meant to be inferior to Females! And although his whole education had tried to teach him that it was the other way around, at this very instant he realised that this new insight was a basic Truth. Strangely enough it calmed him down, as if everything was ok now and he did not have to resist any more. This new state of mind also liberated a, until now, deeply hidden feeling of sexual excitement, to be humiliated and exposed in this way. He felt his penis react to this feeling and although he did everything he could to prevent it, his cock started to crouch slowly towards his stomach. "Oh great, Sandra," he heard Susan cry out, "he is enjoying the beating you are giving him, look," and she pointed to his full erection.

Sandra looked at this last shred of male pride of her opponent. Suddenly she swung her leg that lay on top of his neck, with a strong sweep downward towards his groin and let her heel struck forcibly down upon his protruding maleness. Ever so quick she swung her leg back again and closed it once more around Martin’s neck. Martin had started to sit up when the devastating blow hit that vulnerable part of his male body, but was forced back down again by her returning leg. He wanted to shout out a loud cry of male anguish in his agonising pain, but his throat was cut off, so he only could let off a soft sighing sound. His hands flew towards his hurt male pride to protect and caress it. After a while however, the pressure of Sandra’s thighs became so alarming that he had to release his aching cock and wanted to put his hands on her pressing thighs, in a desperate and vain attempt to loosen them. Just when his hands were on their way upward, Sandra again swept her leg down and this time she planted the heel of her foot firmly into his balls. And back again went her leg around his neck.

This procedure was repeated several times, and it was clear to Greg and Paul that Martin couldn’t last out this very painful treatment much longer. Greg saw Martin’s head grow quite blue, his veins seemed to burst, and his still swollen cock looked battered. It was to Greg as if he relived his own shameful defeat in the fight with his nieces once again. At the same time he felt very embarrassed that his older cousin, which he admired so much and in which he had had so much confidence, was forced into such a humiliating situation. He particularly felt ashamed that Martin was forced to show his erect penis and everything else to the audience. Being a teenager, Greg felt a strange mixture of shame and pride over his own genitals. But he felt very strongly that one's genitals had to be kept to oneself and should not be seen in public. At the same time he was curious how an erection looked like with another male, so he could not help himself glancing at the exposed cock of Martin. But his urge to make an end to the shameful position of his cousin became stronger and stronger.

Full of grief, Greg suddenly made a move toward the two fighters in a desperate attempt to free his male cousin. Susan had watched him closely however, and immediately swung her arms around his neck and forced him down to the ground, next to Martin. With a mighty swung of her legs she applied the same position to Greg as Sandra had done to Martin. So before Greg realised what was happening, he found himself in the same humiliating position as Martin. Strangely enough this had the same effect on his cock as it had with Martin, so it didn’t long before he too lay down there with a full erection, which came peeping out of his briefs. The two sisters looked gleefully at each other, and began to swing their legs to the balls of their defeated adversaries and back to their necks in the same rhythm. This delightful play didn’t last very long. Almost at the same moment the two battered males cried out: "I give in, you win!" and went into oblivion.

Aunt Margaret had looked towards the only male left, Paul, to see whether she had to come into action too, but Paul was in no state to pick up a fight whatsoever. She was a little disappointed about that (she would have loved to join in the same ball busting game with her daughters). Suddenly she saw however how Paul also seemed to get excited by the sight of the strong males being beaten up by the two tiny girls. The front of his briefs was sticking forward and began to form a huge tent. Paul saw his aunt smile to him and he smiled back faintly, not sure of what her intentions might be. Margaret moved over to him and said: "you seem to like the show that your female cousins have given, Paul?" Paul thought it wiser not to answer directly, so he nodded vaguely. Then, Aunt Margaret went with her right hand into the briefs of the teenage boy and took a firm hold of his erect cock. Paul’s face twitched in anxious expectation of what this new female tormentor would do to him and his precious genitals.

Aunt Margaret however turned again towards the battlefield and called the fight over and the females to be the winners. The girls then released their grip and stood up. They cheered and gave high fives to each other and their mother. Susan removed the briefs from her battered opponent Greg, and then got rid of her own bikini-top too. The two proud bare-breasted girls each placed one foot upon the chests of the defeated males, just when they regained consciousness. The devastated boys laid down in complete humiliation, their cocks still swollen. Aunt Margaret could feel in her hand how the sight of the almost naked girls excited Paul even more and made his cock rise even higher. She could not hold herself back in her excitement and cried out to her daughters: "come on, let them pay their male tribute to you, victorious girls. I want to see some male milk from my nephews." Susan and Sandra immediately placed themselves between the V’s of the spread legs of the boys and said: "you heard the wish of your aunt. From now on you will have to obey every wish or command from any of us females. So start WANKING!"

The boys, having no will to resist left in their bodies, took hold of their throbbing cocks, but before they could devote themselves to their humiliating job, Aunt Margaret made them pause for a moment. She removed her skirt and showed her beautiful, muscular legs and her impressive pubic mound in public. Her vulva was covered with a thin layer of black pubic hair, on which a few drops of her feminine juices were glistening in the sun. The boys looked in awe at the size of her mighty thighs, and the sight of her mound made them swallow. Then, she quickly pulled down the briefs from Paul and stood herself above the heads of the two wanking boys, with her face towards them. She manoeuvred Paul close behind her, his front pressing against her back, and let him stick his cock underneath her buttocks. The tip of his erection just stuck out between her legs in front. She then ordered Paul to rub his cock between her mighty thighs and against her vulva. "Go boys, go," she shouted at the two devastated males at her feet and they started wanking again. The view they had of this impressive, voluptuous and muscular woman, towering above them with her dripping vulva, made the boys feel very small and weak. This provoked a great sexual excitement in them and they spasmed with climax only after a few strokes: they spurted their milky globules into the air. Paul too exploded after a few moves of his penis. Margaret felt his cock throbbing against her vagina, and it gave her a feeling as if she herself was ejaculating. Because her thighs had a firm hold of his cock, she was able to direct his (or was it now her?) white semen in abundance over the humiliated faces of her two nephews, who suffered this new abasement without protest. Susan and Sandra cheered at this cunning manoeuvre of their mother.

Paul then could no longer witness the humiliation and defeat of his male cousins. He removed himself from his aunt, pulled up his briefs, turned and started to walk slowly to the house. Besides his unwillingness to watch the victory of the females any longer, he also knew the terrible act that would probably follow right now. And when he heard the two defeated boys behind his back suddenly cry out in a loud shout of male agony and pain, he involuntarily bent forward and cupped his own genitals with his hands. Then he straightened himself up again and kept on walking. He knew that the rest of the week would bring lots and lots of pain and humiliation for them: poor, poor boys.

The End
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