Brenda was now in complete control of her family. Her new roll as head of the household happened purely by accident. Her hated step mother made some unkindly remarks about her dead mother one day and totally pissed Brenda off. So she gave the woman a very severe beating to shut her up. Then she thoroughly humiliated her by brutally spanking the poor woman and then savagely fucking her sore red ass with a strap on dildo. The overwhelming feeling of power rushing through her firm body after easily handling her step mother, gave Brenda the confidence to destroy her father when he tried to punish her for beating and torturing his new wife. He was then spanked like an unruly child and fucked in the ass with the dildo like a cheap whore. Now the two of them crawl at her feet and obey her wishes.

Actually Brenda has three slaves under her control to carry out her orders now. A few months ago she visited a friend who owns a fitness center. There was a cocky male in the exercise room who kept bragging about his sculpted body being the envy of everyone he met. He approached Brenda like he was Gods gift to women and introduced himself as Keith Morgan. Then he had the nerve to TELL Brenda she was going to go out with him. When Brenda laughed in his face and refused his advances, Keith got very angry. So she challenged the conceited asshole to a fight. He readily accepted her challenge because he was grateful for the opportunity to put her in her place. So the two of them climbed into the ring to settle their dispute. Keith was smiling at the easy task ahead of him when he threw the first punch. It was the last smile to appear on his handsome face. Brenda easily beat him to a pulp and took him home with his battered body draped over her shoulder.

Brenda easily beating Keith to a pulp before dragging him home.

Brenda enjoyed being master of her surroundings and all who lived under her ruling thumb. Being able to do what ever she wanted with whom ever she wanted had a certain appeal. So Brenda indulged in her lustful cravings and wielded her power with a strong hand. Her hated step mother was the one who suffered Brenda's cruelty the most. Poor Martha was subjected to terrible beatings for the smallest of infractions. In fact, Brenda tortured the woman just for the fun of it sometimes. She hated her that much. Martha was no match for Brenda's impressive strength. But the woman had spunk. She would attempt to fight back at times, even though she knew there was no chance of winning. Meekly following Brenda's orders like a zombie without speaking up for herself, just wasn't in her nature. So Martha was constantly getting beaten to a pulp and spanked like a misbehaving brat.

Brenda finished her exercise routine in her home gym and decided to take a refreshing bath. She peeled off her clothes and swiftly walked to the bathroom. Martha was sitting on the side of the tub feeling the temperature of the water when she entered the room. "Ahhh. I see you ran a bath for me Martha. You're finally learning to anticipate my needs and carry out your duties to my satisfaction. It's about time you stupid twit." She scornfully told her hated step mother. "Actually Brenda. This bath is for me. I just finished scrubbing the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. I need the soothing powers of the hot water to ease the pain in my aching joints." She fired back with a touch of attitude. "Well it's my bath now bitch. So get the hell out of here and go start dinner." Brenda ordered.

"That's not fair Brenda. I do all the work around here while you do nothing. I have the right to take a bath when ever I feel like it." Martha said expressing her opinion. Brenda gave Martha a cold hard glare before she slammed her hands into the woman's chest and nearly knocked her down. "You don't have any rights you fucking slut. Haven't you learned that by now? Your only concern is blindly following my orders without question." Brenda grabbed her by the hair and got right in her face. "And I'm sick and tired of you running that smart ass mouth of yours." "SLAP!..SLAP!" She roughly slapped Martha in the face. "I'm in control you useless whore. And you will accept that or else." "SLAP!..SLAP!" "My wishes are the only ones you need to worry about. "SLAP!..SLAP!" "Now get your ass in the kitchen and do what I told you to." She angrily said as she turned her loose.

Martha stood there for a second while she tried to decide what to do. She knew attacking Brenda would only get her a terrible beating. But she was at the point where she was to angry to care. So she stuck out her claws and charged the teenage tyrant. "I HATE YOU YOU BULLYING LITTLE BITCH! She screamed. Brenda smiled and turned to meet the foolish woman. She easily swatted her stretched out arms aside and drove a solid punch through Martha's exposed jaw. "SMACK!" The punch halted her attack and spun Martha half way around. Brenda wrapped her strong arms around her waist and tightened her bear hug. "LET GO OF ME BITCH! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" Martha screamed as the air was forced out of her lungs. Brenda laughed and roughly shook her body while she lifted Martha off of her feet. "Stop complaining bitch and enjoy the ride. Mmmmmm. What a soft tummy you have." Brenda squeezed the screaming woman like a python until her body sagged in her grip.

Martha dropped to the floor like a limp dish rag when Brenda turned her loose. The poor woman laid at Brenda's feet and moaned like she was dying. Brenda straddled her chest and easily pinned down Martha's arms with her knees. "You really are an idiot you fucking bitch." "SMACK!" "You know I will not tolerate insubordination." "SMACK!" "Yet you continuously challenge my authority." "SMACK!" "Knowing I will beat you like a dog." "SMACK!" "You better learn to keep your big mouth shut." "SMACK!" "Before I permanently damage your pathetic body." "SMACK!" Martha lie there crying her swelling eyes out while Brenda brutally punished her. She finally climbed off of the sobbing woman and dragged her to her feet by the hair. "Now get your worthless ass to the kitchen and start dinner." Martha stumbled towards the door to obey.

Brenda stepped into the tub and slid her body down to relax. The steaming hot water seemed to drive all of her problems from her mind. She closed her beautiful blue eyes and let the hot water work it's magic. About a half an hour later, she climbed out and briskly dried herself off. Then she put on a fresh pair of panties and went looking for her father. The confrontation with Martha and the hot bath, had left Brenda feeling very horny. And her father satisfied her sexual needs better then anyone else. He wasn't delighted with the idea of fucking his daughter, but Brenda didn't care. She was the boss, so his opinion didn't count. He would follow her orders like the others or be disciplined. Being in complete control certainly has it's advantages. Brenda thought to herself with a smile. And I fully intend to abuse them.

Brenda found her father tinkering around in the garage. He was repairing a broken leg on one of the dining room chairs. It got damaged when Brenda knocked Keith's battered body into it when he found the courage to defy her. Keith was still recuperating from that horrendous beating. Brenda wanted to make absolutely sure he learned his lesson. She repeatedly told him she would not put up with any nonsense from an inferior male. But Keith was stubborn and hard headed. So Brenda painfully reminded him who was in charge. "There you are dad. I need your services in the bedroom so drop what you're doing and come with me." She commanded. Charles laid down his tools and faced his domineering daughter. "You know I'm not comfortable doing that Brenda it just isn't right." He said, pleading his case. "That's an order old man. Now shut your mouth and do as you're told." She replied while kneeling down in front of him.

Brenda took hold of his dick and looked up in his eyes. "This belongs to me old man. I can use it to give you an enormous amount of pleasure." She said while she gently stroked his growing hard on. Charles turned weak in the knees at her velvet touch. He closed his eyes and softly moaned while Brenda fondled his manhood. "On the other hand, I can use it to cause you extreme pain." Brenda squeezed his hard dick and savagely twisted it. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her father screamed and rose up on his toes in an effort to ease the terrible pain. "Now get the fuck to my bedroom before I paddle your ass." She commanded while rising to her feet. Charles dropped his shoulders in defeat and walked out the door like a docile little lamb. Brenda smiled and trailed along behind him. Another inferior male had easily been put in his place.

Charles submissively laid down on the bed when they reached Brenda's bedroom. He watched his beautiful daughter take the dominate position over his muscular body with pure devotion in his eyes. The day Brenda beat him senseless and took control was the best thing that ever happened to him. Although he didn't believe that at the time. The bad beating combined with the harsh spanking and brutal rape with the strap on dildo, was the worse experience of his life. But while he was lying at her feet and crying his eyes out, he looked up at her glowing face and suddenly felt he was where he belonged. Brenda was a Goddess who deserved to be worshiped. He lovingly wrapped his arms around her leg and completely surrendered to her supreme power. When she stroked his hair and called him a good boy, he happily cried while a feeling of serene calmness washed over his tortured body.

He devoted himself to please his Goddess of strength in that moment. But there was several things Brenda forced him to accept that truly upset him. Having sex with his daughter was one of those things. He was raised to believe this carnal act was wrong in Gods eyes. And he believed that with a passion. Sexual intercourse with his daughter was an unforgivable sin. But trying to explain to Brenda how he felt was an impossible task. To her, she wasn't committing a sin. She was simply indulging in an activity that gave her exceptional pleasure. When Brenda desired something, you didn't dare challenge her authority if you wanted to remain in one piece. So Charles followed her orders and prayed God would see he had no other choice and not condemn him to hell for eternity. What else could he do. Brenda owned him body and soul.

"Alright dad get that thing rock hard and keep it that way. You really don't want to disappoint me if you value your health." Brenda helped her father until his rod was standing straight and tall like a steel rod. Then she climbed aboard and eased herself down on his ridged shaft. It wasn't long before her head rolled back on her creamy shoulders and pleasuring moans escaped past her luscious lips. Her shapely hips was rocking in a rhythmic motion while her chest was rising and falling with heavy breaths. Charles was more then adequately performing his duty to please his dominate daughter. Even though he hated himself for being to weak to stop her from making him commit a sin. Five minutes later, Brenda screamed in ecstasy. She raised her arms to comb her fingers through her golden blond hair while the pleasing climax ran it's course. Then she flopped over on the bed next to him and ordered a warm cloth and towel to clean herself up. Charles obeyed without hesitating.

Brenda let her father go back to work in the garage while she went to search for her play toy. Torturing Keith was her favorite pastime. The cocky asshole walked around like he was King of the world and owned everything in it. So Brenda loved to put him in his place and prove how inferior he really was. He actually escaped from her once and made it back to his apartment. But Brenda quickly found him and beat the poor man black and blue. Then she dragged his unconscious body back to serve her. He never tried that again. She found Keith snooping around in the store room and sneaked up behind him. "What are you up to wimp?" She asked while he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Uhhh. Nothing Miss Brenda. I brought some things out here that needed to be stored." He lied. Brenda didn't believe him.

She grabbed his cock with her right hand and spread the fingers of her left over his face in a claw hold. "If you lie to me again, I'll rip this puny thing off and shove it down your throat. Now what the hell were you doing out here?" Keith was scared to death. He knew she meant every word she said. But he couldn't tell her he was searching for a place to hide the weapons they planned to use on Brenda so they could permanently escape her clutches. "Really Miss Brenda. I was only trying to straighten up the crates. Please don't hurt me." He whined. "This is your last warning pansy ass. One more lie and you can kiss your itty bitty dick good bye. Now tell me the truth before I make you a female." She threatened. "OK! OK! I was looking for a place to hide." He convincingly whimpered. Brenda turned him loose and placed her hands on her shapely hips.

"Are you really that fucking stupid? You didn't think I would find you out here?" She scolded. "I don't know." He replied while he dropped his head down in shame. "I guess I'm so afraid of you I can't think straight." He admitted. "That's for damn sure." Brenda said as she moved around behind him. Before Keith could react, Brenda wrapped her left arm around his throat and used her right to put him in a half nelson. Then she began to choke the trembling male. Keith's feeble struggles against her powerful female strength was ineffective. In a few seconds his face was turning red and he was choking and sputtering with his tongue hanging out. "You can't escape me you big pussy. Get that through your thick head. I own you. So forget your ridiculous notions before I give you a painful beating. Is that clear weakling?" She asked the gasping male. He could only shake his head yes. "Good boy. Now come with me. I'm going to take a dip in the pool and I need someone to play with." Brenda dragged his sagging muscular body out of the room.

Brenda threw Keith in the pool and dove in after him. She grabbed him around the throat and pulled the whimpering man to the shallow end. "Let me take a look at your teeny weeny you little sissy. I have to make sure I didn't damage the little thing in the store room." She told him with an evil grin. His face turned as white as a sheet and he started to back away from her. "Stop worrying and come here wimp. I think you'll find I have a very erotic touch." She said as she rolled him over on his back. Brenda took hold of his dick and smiled. "Now then. All I have to do is squeeze your tool like this. And...ahhh there we go. I told you I had an erotic touch. Keith screamed his head off. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "LET ME GO! OH GOD! PLEASE! LET ME GO!" "Settle down you big pussy. Brenda will make it all better." She smiled and squeezed him again. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Never try to hide or escape from me again. I'll beat your pathetic body and ugly face until you need medical attention. Do you understand me little boy?" "YESSSSSSSSSS! YESSSSSSSSSSS! PLEASE! LET ME GO! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL BE GOOD!" He pleaded. "Not just yet. I want to make absolutely sure we understand each other." Brenda placed his muscular arms at his sides and straddled his shaking body. She squeezed her legs until she had him tightly wrapped up in a body scissors with his upper body sticking out of the water. When she raised her doubled up fists, the fear spreading across his face made her smile. "You better be afraid wimp. Because I mean business. You belong to me until I say other wise. This beating you're about to receive will painfully remind you of that fact. Now hold still and try not to squirm to much."

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His face quickly swelled up as she drove her female fists into it. Keith was blubbering like an idiot and begging like a vagrant. But his sobbing pleas were falling on deaf ears. "SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" A final head snapping uppercut quieted his loud crying. Brenda dragged him over to the side and lifted his sleeping body out of the pool. Then she swam a few laps to refresh herself. When Brenda went inside she told Martha to tend Keith's cuts and bruises and help him to his room. Martha scurried off to aid the man who had secretly been her ally for nearly a month. The two of them were planning a rebellion to regain their freedom. But first they had to convince Charles to help them. Martha had been working on him for quite a while. But Charles was devoted to his beautiful dominate daughter and so far he had refused to join. Martha hadn't given up on him though.

Martha decided to work on Charles again when Brenda left the house for her ten o'clock appointment at the Beauty Salon. Brenda was always gone for about two hours so it was the perfect opportunity. She planned to use her feminine wiles on Charles to convince him to join their uprising while he was sexually aroused and weak. Brenda never allowed the two to have sexual intercourse after she took control. So they only chanced it when they knew she would be gone for a long period of time. Martha smiled as she entered their bedroom swaying her hips. "Oh Charles. I need you to make love to me sweetheart. Brenda will be gone for at least two hours and I must have you inside of me. It's been way to long." She said while she playfully fondled him. Charles turned weak in the knees and followed his wife while she gently led him to the bed by his rising hard on.

Unknown to the happy couple enjoying their moment of marital bliss, Brenda had decided to only get a French manicure and pedicure this trip. She was through and on her way home in forty five minutes. She entered the house and started towards her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. She was peeling her clothes off on the way as she past her parents bedroom door and heard sexual moans coming from inside. She was instantly pissed and barged through the door like a raiding SWAT team. Charles and Martha were totally taken by surprise and froze in their positions. Raging anger quickly filled Brenda's well developed body when she saw Martha perched on top of her father. She tightly clenched her fists and stormed over to discipline her misbehaving slaves. Charles and Martha had gotten over the shock of Brenda bursting through the door. Now they were just to frightened to move. Brenda didn't have that problem.

"CRACK!" Brenda connected with a devastating uppercut that rattled her fathers brain. He lie there blinking his unfocused eyes while Brenda stomped over behind Martha. She wrapped her right arm around her throat and grabbed her breast with her left. Then she roughly yanked Martha off of Charles and spun her around. "YOU KNOW BETTER THEN TO DISOBEY ME YOU FUCKING SLUT!" She snatched a hand full of her hair to hold her steady and proceeded to beat the woman to a pulp with her right fist. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Each solid punch drove Martha back. Brenda followed her while screaming insults and thoroughly pulverizing her face. "SMACK!" "YOU HAVE TO BE THE DUMBEST BITCH I'VE EVER MET IN MY LIFE!" "SMACK!" "NO ONE WANTS TO FUCK AN UGLY CUNT LIKE YOU!" "SMACK!" "YOU'RE TITS ARE SAGGING AND YOUR ASS IS HUGE!" "SMACK!" "AND YOU CERTAINLY DON'T HAVE AN HOURGLASS FIGURE!" "SMACK!"I THINK YOU CLOSLY RESEMBLE A GORILLA!" "SMACK!..SMACK!"

"SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Charles finally came out of his delirious state and saw what was happening to Martha. He felt a little sorry for his wife while he watched Brenda beat her senseless. But most of all he was completely in awe of his daughters overpowering strength. She looked like an avenging Angel of God who was punishing a sinner for committing a sin. There was an aura around her perfectly shaped body that glowed as bright as the sun. Her movements were smooth and graceful like a beautiful white swan. They were poetry in motion. He felt an overwhelming urge to debase himself at the feet of his lovely Goddess of strength and worship her with absolute devotion. "SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" His mind was snapped back to reality by the sound of Brenda's hard fist taking Martha apart.

"SMMMACK!" The powerful right cross dumped Martha on the bed. She slid across it on her stomach and came to a stop with part of her upper body hanging over the edge. Brenda strolled around the bed to continue her destruction. "How do you like my French pedicure Martha?" She asked the severely beaten woman. "Don't you just love how it makes my toe nails glisten. Oh, I'll bet you can't see them very well from that angle. Let me give you a closer look." She said while she bent her knee to kick Martha in the face like a football. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP..WHAP!" She repeatedly kicked the poor woman while she watched her upper body flop up and down like a child's teeter totter. "Did that give you a better view of my beautiful toe nails bitch?" She asked the sleeping Martha. Brenda turned and let the room.

Charles simply sat there and stared at his wife's hideous looking face. A few seconds later, Brenda returned carrying her hair brush. "Get your fucking ass across my lap old man. And don't give me any lip or I'll split your head wide open." "NOW MOVE!" Charles meekly obeyed his angry daughter and slid his trembling body over her lap. She didn't bother pinning down his muscular arms or legs. Brenda knew from experience he would hang them down towards the floor and leave them there. "You really disappointed me this time dad. You were the one and only person I trusted to obediently follow my orders. Now you've broken that trust and forced me to punish you as harshly as I do the others. I'm ashamed to call you my father." That statement hurt him more then any discipline she could possibly dish out. It nearly broke his heart.

"WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" Her strong arm slammed the hair brush down on his bare ass with amazing strength. Heavy tears spilled from his eyes after the first strike landed. But Charles was mostly crying because he disappointed his Goddess. Not from the excruciating pain spreading across his red ass. He really felt bad for losing Brenda's trust in him. "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" Brenda didn't hold back. She was just as angry at her father as she was that stupid slut he was married to. So she beat his ass raw until the angry red welts started to bleed. Brenda roughly shoved him off of her lap in disgust. "Go sleep in the guest room wimp. I can't trust you around this whore." She said pointing at Martha. Charles tried to kiss his daughters feet and beg for forgiveness. But he received a punishing kick for his effort. "WHAP!" "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" She sternly commanded. He crawled out of the room crying like a new born baby.

After the strict discipline she administered her three slaves were behaving themselves. Brenda didn't know it was just the calm before the storm. Martha and Keith were still plotting to over throw their abusive dictator and gain their freedom. And they were close to talking Charles into join them. After receiving the brutal spanking and hearing Brenda's heart breaking statement his mind was thrown into turmoil. He still wanted to devote himself to his beautiful daughter and worship her. But she was so angry with him he wasn't allowed to be near her very often. Martha used his bewildered, mixed up mind against him and badgered the poor man until he agreed to help. So their plans were nearly ready to be put into action. All they needed was the perfect time to strike when Brenda would least be expecting it. Freedom was within their grasp.

Martha found a baseball bat in a dusty corner of the garage. Brenda used to play with it when she was a young tomboy growing up. Keith found a pair of Nunchucks in one of the boxes in the store room. Charles brought them home from overseas when he was in the service. Keith had taken some self defense lessons so he knew how to handle them. Now the two of them had a weapon to use during their rebellion against the domineering Brenda. Charles flatly refused to use a weapon of any kind. And he wasn't to happy with them using one either. But his two comrade in arms wouldn't give them up. So he dropped the subject. Sunday afternoon Brenda decided to take a leisurely bath. Her slaves thought it would be the perfect opportunity to strike. Brenda would be relaxed after her hot bath and wouldn't suspect a thing. Freedom was only minutes away. Martha and Keith were positively giddy.

Brenda stepped out of the tub and thoroughly dried herself off. Then she put on her new black silk bra and panties to see how they felt against her flawless skin. She was delighted with the fit and the feel of the sexy, lacy garments. She emerged from the bathroom feeling relaxed and content. As she was strolling down the hallway she noticed a shadow on the living room floor. Someone was standing against the wall at the entrance way with a bat in their hands. That someone was a female. She didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know it was Martha. And if Martha had a weapon she was one hundred percent sure that Keith had one too. Her father she was unsure of. So she proceeded with caution. As she was about to enter the living room she let out a fake cough so they would be alerted she was coming. Then she stepped past the entry way with her upper body bent over.

"BAM!" The whistling bat sailed over her ducking head and crashed into the wall. Brenda quickly raised up and grabbed the bat while she fired a left hook to her hated step mothers jaw. "SMACK!" Martha was so surprised she lost control of the bat and stumbled down the wall. Brenda tossed the bat down the hall way and accessed the situation. Keith was standing in the middle of the floor with a large smile on his face. In his hands was a pair of Nunchucks which he was flipping around like he knew how to use them. Her father was nervously standing back wringing his hands with a scared expression on his face. So he was in on their devious little plan, but he looked like he would rather be any where else but here. Brenda decided he wasn't an immediate threat. She faced Keith with her hands on her hips and a smile on her lips.

"So you pathetic little wimps decided it was time you took over huh? That was a very bad decision to make. Now come here so I can show you why." She said while crooking her finger at Keith. Keith stepped up to engage her while whipping the Nunchucks around his body and shoulder. Brenda simply laughed right in his face. "WHOOSH!..WHOOSH!..WHOOSH!..WHOOSH!" Keith suddenly stopped whipping the Nunchucks around and flipped one end at her face. Brenda calmly stepped to her right while turning her body and raising her leg. Then she snapped her leg out and landed a crushing kick to his chest. "WHAM!" Keith was sent flying backwards. Martha had regained her composure and was coming at Brenda with her claws out. The blond warrior easily slapped her hands aside and nailed Martha on the chin with a solid right. "SMACK!" Martha collapsed like a ton of bricks.

Keith was back and whipping the Nunchucks around again. "WHOOSH!..WHOOSH!..WHOOSH!" This time he flipped them out aiming for the side of her head. Brenda ducked under his murderous swing and soundly kicked him in the stomach. "WHAM!" That was followed by a powerful left to his temple. "SMACK!" Keith went down on his face. Brenda strolled over to her frightened father shaking her head. "Dad. Dad. Dad. You really should make better choices. "SMACK!" The straight right connected between his eyes with the power of a wrecking ball. Charles dropped over backwards like he had been struck by a speeding car. She turned her attention back to Keith. He was in the process of getting up while Martha had already gained her feet. She took care of Keith first.

Brenda putting Keith in the floor with a solid left to his temple.

"WHAP!" Her bare foot exploded in his face and sent him rolling. Martha was swinging a thunderous roundhouse when she turned to greet her. Brenda easily blocked it and grabbed her by the shoulder. Then she drove her knee into Martha's stomach like a battering ram. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAM!" Martha bent over gasping for breath while her face turned bright red. Brenda drew back her fist and clobbered her with a bone jarring uppercut. "CRACK!" Martha back pedalled until her back met the wall. "SLAM!" Then she slid down the wall and landed on her butt. She had a glazed look in her eyes while she sat there moaning. Keith was back on his feet as well as her father. But Charles was still standing there like he was scared to death. So she dealt with the charging Keith.

Keith ran at her while swinging the Nunchucks back and forth in front of him. "You like playing with your new toy don't you sissy boy? I'll bet they make you feel like a macho stud. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to take them away from you before you hurt yourself. I can't allow children to play with such a dangerous toy. So be a good little boy and hand them to mommy." She said like she was scolding a spoiled brat. "FUCK YOU BITCH! COME AND GET THEM!" He replied while he kept swinging. When Keith missed her evasive body she leaped forward and grabbed his wrist before he could start the back swing. She jerked his arm out and twisted it around while simultaneously smashing him across the throat with her left forearm and kicking his legs out from under him with her left foot. "UUGGGHHHHHHH!"...."SLAM!" Keith groaned from the throat blow before his upended body hit the floor like a thousand pound barbell.

Keith was stunned by the hard landing so Brenda turned her gorgeous body and landed an agonizing punch to her fathers balls. "THUNK!" Charles hit the floor clutching his aching testicles and screaming his head off. He laid there crying while Brenda turned her attention back to the struggling slave lying at her feet. Keith had regained his senses and was trying to rip his arm out of her grasp. Brenda savagely twisted his wrist and repeatedly kicked him in the face. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" While he was dazed and disoriented, she took the Nunchucks out of his limp hand and tossed them over in the corner. "BAD BOY! I told you to give them to me before you injured yourself. But you never listen do you wimp? Now mommy is going to have to punish you for disobeying her. So get on your feet." She ordered.

Keith hadn't recovered from the brutal kicks she gave him so Brenda had to drag him up from the floor. She noticed Martha staggering to her feet so she turned the dizzy Keith in her direction and blasted him in the mouth with a straight right. "SMACK!" Keith was windmilling his arms while he was reeling backwards out of control. He collided with Martha and they both went down in a heap. She picked up her sobbing father and threw him over in the pile. Brenda faced her three rebelling slaves with her arms crossed over her ample breasts. She was impatiently tapping her bare foot on the floor while she waited for them to get up. "OK wimps. Which one of you wants to face my wrath first? Or if you prefer, I'll take all three of you on at once. Either way, you three are going to get the beating of your miserable lives. Now get you asses up and face the music." She sternly commanded.

It only took a second for her slaves to decide there was safety in numbers. So all three of them climbed to their feet and stood side by side. Brenda smiled while she put her hands on her shapely hips and waited. But they were hesitant to make the first move. Even though the 3 to 1 odds was stacked in their favor. "Don't be shy weaklings. You have me out numbered and together you out weigh me by at least 400 pounds. So let's get this party started." They still didn't move. "What a bunch of pussy's." Brenda said as she attacked like a twisting tornado. "SMACK!..SMACK!..WHAP!" A potent right shattered Keith's nose and sent him stumbling. A split second later Martha's left eye was throbbing from a pile driving left. She hit the floor like a floppy rag doll. Then Brenda's right foot snapped her fathers head back and split both of his lips. He collapsed to his knees before keeling over on his face like a lifeless corpse.

With two of them down Brenda went to work on the off balanced Keith with both fists. He never stood a chance. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..SLAM!" Both of his eyes began to swell from the two crushing blows she landed. Then his mid section was softened up by the next two. The final bell ringing right knocked him against the wall. While he helplessly stood there in a groggy state she thoroughly beat the poor man to a pulp. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" The jaw breaking uppercut nearly took his head off. Keith dropped to his knees and slumped over against her thigh. His muscular arms were uselessly hanging at his sides while he knelt there crying his eyes out. Martha and her father were on their hands and knees trying to get up. So Brenda roughly gave them some help.

She snatched each one by the hair and yanked them to their feet at the same time. They were as weak as new born kittens and easy to handle. She turned them towards the wall and wrapped an arm around their necks from the front. Then she bent them over backwards and pulled their trapped heads up snug to her sides. She used her knee to push Keith's battered body over until his head struck the wall. With him in the perfect position, she stretched out her leg and jammed her foot across his throat to keep him pinned there. All three were frantically pawing at her arms and foot in an attempt to break her holds and free themselves. But their feeble struggles were completely ineffective. It wasn't long before their arms fell down like they had been amputated and they drifted off to sleep.

Brenda released the two captives she had wrapped up with her strong arms. They crumbled like a house of cards and hit the floor at her feet. When she removed her foot and stepped back, Keith slowly rose up and flopped over on his swollen face. Brenda smiled as she looked down at her three unconscious slaves. "That should teach you pathetic weaklings who's boss around here. Even with the three of you working as a team you're no match for me. And you never will be. Now lie there like good little boys and girls while I go get my hair brush. You three sissy's are going to get your asses beat for coming up with this ridiculous plan. I will not put up with your foolish behavior. I own you. And you will learn to obey me unconditionally." Brenda picked up the Nunchucks and started down the hallway for the bat. They would be safely put up in her bedroom when she retrieved her hair brush.

Brenda carrying the Nunchucks while on her way to grab the bat.

Brenda nudged her sleeping slaves with her foot until all three had their drooping eyes open. "OK wimps. Your misbehaving nature and cocky attitudes need a slight adjustment. I want you on your knees in a line with your heads down on the floor and your asses in the air. Now assume the position." The three beaten slaves saw the hair brush dangling from her hand and instantly started crying. But their rebellion had been easily crushed and their will to fight had completely disappeared. They meekly obeyed the domineering female standing over them without the slightest hesitation. Brenda smiled while she raised her arm to begin their well deserved discipline. The Goddess of strength was still in control of the family.