Brenda was keeping a very close eye on her slaves after crushing their rebellion last month. Especially Keith and her step mother Martha. Her father seemed to seriously regret taking part in their uprising. So he was doing everything he possibly could to please his Goddess and regain her trust. But Brenda wasn't ready to be forgiving. Her trust was hard to earn and even harder to keep. He did take part in their plan even though he had to be coerced into it. Which in her estimation meant he was weak minded and therefore easily guided down the wrong path. So she wasn't convinced she would ever be able to fully trust her father again. Only time would tell. Meanwhile she was delighted with his complete obedience and overwhelming desire to please her. But she had no problem with beating him senseless if he stepped out of line.

Martha and Keith however was another matter. She was still pissed off over their ridiculous attempt to gain their freedom. They were following her orders without any hesitation or argument. But she knew they would turn on her again in a second. Especially if they thought there was a remote chance they could win the battle and escape her clutches. So she regularly beat their asses for the slightest infraction to keep them under her control. And never gave them the tiniest opportunity to strike. Although she was thoroughly confident in her ability to defeat them if they tried. Being cautious was just the smart thing to do. Brenda decided to stop thinking about it and go do her daily exercises. Keeping her 5 foot 9 inch 135 pound body fit and ready was a passion she enjoyed. She would simply deal with the problem if and when it occurred.

Two hours later Brenda opened the door and stepped out of the exercise room. Her father was submissively kneeling on the floor waiting for her. "I prepared a hot bath for you my Goddess. If you would care to wash the perspiration from your Heavenly body." He said with his forehead touching the floor at her feet. Brenda walked around him without saying a word and strolled to the bathroom. Charles was pleased his daughter accepted his offering. But he was slightly upset his Goddess didn't acknowledge his effort to please her with at least a pat on the head. He would just have to try harder. Nothing was going to sway him from his mission. He was determined to win back her trust at any cost. What ever had to be done to accomplish that goal he was willing to do. Because he felt so guilty for betraying his Goddess and losing her trust.

The hot bath was invigorating. When Brenda finally stepped out of the tub she felt refreshed and alive. She went to her bedroom to put on a fresh pair of thong panties and a light top. Then she sat down at her vanity and brushed her silky blond hair. When she was finished, she decided to retire to the living room and read a magazine. But first she stopped off at the kitchen and ordered Martha to make her a sandwich for lunch. As soon as she chose a magazine and sat down, her father rushed in with her body lotion and a towel. He instantly dropped to his knees at her feet and hung his head. "May I massage your feet with this lotion so your skin will remain soft my Goddess?" He pleaded. Brenda stretched her lovely leg out on the ottoman and presented her bare foot to him without speaking a word. Charles squeezed some lotion into his large hands and gently picked her foot up. Brenda opened her magazine and took a bite of her sandwich while she completely ignored him. He tenderly began to rub the lotion in and massage her foot.

When Charles was finished massaging her feet he gathered his things and scampered off. But as he passed the end table he accidentally knocked over her sports drink. His face turned white as a sheet and his muscular body began to tremble like he was freezing. Fear filled his frightened eyes when Brenda leaped to her feet. "You clumsy ox. Look at the stain spreading out on my carpet." "CRACK!" A vicious uppercut struck his chin before he could utter an apology. He hit the floor like a ton of bricks and wailed like a banshee. Brenda stood over him with her fists clenched and an angry look on her beautiful face. "MARTHA! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE WITH THE SPOT REMOVER AND CLEAN THIS CARPET!" She screamed. Then she hauled her father to his feet and commenced to beat the poor man to a pulp. He accepted the punishment without attempting to fight back. He knew it was useless to try and defend himself. And he felt he deserved it anyway.

"SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..WHAM!..WHAP!..WHAP!" Brenda drove him across the room with her hard fists and punishing feet. Charles was experiencing terrible pain and shedding tears by the bucket full. But his muscular arms remained by his side without a hint of being raised. "SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..WHAM!" A powerful kick slammed into his chest with the strength of a wrecking ball behind it. Charles crashed into the floor like he had been pole axed. "Get up you pathetic little wimp. I'll teach you to be more careful with my things from now on." Brenda commanded. Every inch of his battered body was in excruciating pain. But her father obeyed her order without the slightest thought of refusing. Brenda didn't hesitate to continue his lesson. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" Charles was barely conscious when Brenda stopped torturing him. His badly bruised body was spreadeagled on the floor at her feet.

"Watch what you're doing from now on you fucking uncoordinated weakling or the next time I'll beat you half to death." She chastised. Charles just laid there and cried. Keith made the fatal mistake of barging into the room to see what was going on. Brenda heard a noise behind her and reacted instinctively. She whirled around while snapping her leg up and lashed out with her foot. "WHAP!" It caught Keith flush in the face and sent him reeling off balance. Brenda went after him with a vengeance. "Trying to sneak up on me huh? That wasn't very smart of you pansy ass." Keith didn't waste his breath trying to explain. He figured she wouldn't have believed him anyway so he kept his mouth shut. He righted himself and fired a deluge of punches to hopefully land at least one and end the nightmare he was living. But his efforts were in vain.

Brenda landing a vicious kick to Keith's surprised face.

Brenda easily avoided his flurry of punches with a smile. After allowing him to throw about ten of them, she blocked his next pitiful attempt and opened her arsenal. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..WHAP!" The first three hurt his eyes and puffed up his lips. Then a battering ram right hand pounded his stomach before the sole of her foot mashed his nose flat to his face and broke it. Keith staggered back with his huge arms windmilling like crazy to keep him from falling down. He lost the battle and landed on his ass. Brenda was hysterically laughing because of his clown like antics and couldn't take advantage of him being down. "That was hilarious wimp. Maybe I should sell your worthless ass to the circus and make a buck. You're useless at everything else." She said still laughing. Keith climbed to his feet and went back at her.

Brenda expertly ducked and dodged, weaved and swayed, and eluded his crazed attack with ease. Her well developed female body seemed to glide over the floor like she was floating on air. Keith was tiring himself out trying to catch up with her evasive maneuvers. But he drove himself forward with renewed vitality when he fearfully thought about the brutal beating he would receive if he lost this fight. Unfortunately for him, determination and fear of losing this battle of the sexes didn't help his accuracy. His muscle laden arms got to heavy to hold up and began to drop. And his ferocious attack severely wilted until he was merely throwing pitty pat punches. Brenda saw her father get up out of the corner of her eye. But she knew he didn't have the courage to intervene. So her attention remained on the weakening Keith.

Keith threw a feeble punch that wouldn't have crushed a cracker. Brenda grabbed his wrist and spun him around. Then she leaped on his back and wrapped her arms around his throat in a choke hold. When her position was secure, she crossed her shapely ankles in front of him and put Keith in a body scissors as well. Keith was so worn out he was barely able to stay on his feet with her weight on his back. And he wasn't nearly strong enough to break her choke hold. Brenda applied pressure to both of her holds and whispered in his ear. "I've got you now sissy. You'll soon pass out from lack of oxygen and there's not a damn thing you can do to prevent it. Then I'll pin your sleeping body to the floor and rearrange your ugly face. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Keith frantically clawed at her arms to free himself. But Brenda was simply to strong. In about ten seconds he slumped to his knees. Then he lost control of his senses and pitched forward on his face. Brenda carried out her threat while he was out cold. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

Charles fearfully stood there while he watched his daughter mangle Keith's face. He was afraid to leave the room because he wasn't sure his beautiful Goddess was through punishing him. His eyes got as big as saucers and tears were freely flowing down his swollen face when Brenda climbed to her feet and walked towards him. She snatched a hand full of his hair to pull his head down and cupped his chin with her other hand to roughly squeeze his cheeks. Then she got right in his face and looked him squarely in the eye. "Go to your room and stay there until I give you permission to come out. Is that understood wimp?" She hatefully asked. "Yes B.B.Brenda." He answered in a quivering voice. "Good. Now get the hell out of my sight." She ordered. He scurried to his room like a scared rabbit.

"WHAP!" Brenda gave Keith one final kick in the face before walking away. Martha had just finished cleaning the carpet when she entered the room. "Drag Keith to his fucking bed and tend to his cuts and bruises. Then get your ass back to the kitchen and finish preparing dinner. I expect to eat at six o'clock sharp so you better snap it up." She commanded. Martha returned the cleaning items to the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit to take care of Keith. She was getting pretty good at patching up battered faces and bruised bodies. Her dominate step daughters moods gave her plenty of opportunity to practice her skills. She was thinking about becoming a nurse if she ever escaped Brenda's clutches. Which she prayed would be soon. Freedom was always on her mind. But she needed help to make her dream a reality. And Keith was her best chance of succeeding. Because she gave up on Charles long ago.

Brenda decided to get away from her idiot slaves for awhile. So she got dressed and left the house to visit her friend Ashlie. Ashlie worked at the bank that handled all of her transaction. When Brenda took control and became boss of the house, she forced her father into signing everything over to her. Ashlie stopped by one night with a bundle of papers for them to sign. The two females hit it off and became close friends. Ashlie admitted she was having trouble with her husband. So Brenda gave her some pointers on how to overpower him and seize control. She hadn't talked to her in awhile and was curious how well she was doing with her husbands training. It was the perfect excuse to calm herself down and find out. She was positive her slaves wouldn't attempt to leave while she was gone. They knew she would hunt them down and savagely discipline them for their foolish actions.

With Brenda gone, Martha figured it was the perfect time to work on Keith and enlist his help. He was just as unhappy with their situation as she was. Although he hadn't said a word about trying to get away after their terrible defeat last month. But she was sure he hadn't given up. Hopefully all he needed was a little prodding. And she knew exactly how to tempt him into going along with her plan. Keith was a virile man who was used to getting sex regularly. But Brenda had held him prisoner in this house for over six months. So he had to be extremely horny. Which suited her objective to a T. Because Martha had an ulterior motive. Charles hadn't touched her since she convinced him to join their rebellion last month. He was angry over losing Brenda's trust and blamed her for his mistake. So she desperately needed sex herself. She and Keith could satisfy each others needs and form a bond.

Brenda was sporting a large grin when she walked through the door. Ashlie had taken her advice and challenged her husband to a fight. Using the tips and moves she taught her, Ashlie wiped up the floor with him. Now he was going through some harsh training to become a model husband. She even gave the man a sound beating while Brenda was there to prove she was totally in charge. Brenda was very proud of Ashlie. Another female had shown a man she was the superior sex and taken her rightful place as head of the household. The happy grin left her beautiful face when she passed the kitchen and saw Martha wasn't there. That bitch is about to push me to far. She said to herself. She should have finished with Keith a long time ago. Brenda strolled towards his bedroom with destruction on her mind.

Brenda viciously dragging Martha off of Keith's hard rock dick.

Her temper exploded when she burst through the door and saw Martha sitting on his dick. "YOU NEVER LEARN DO YOU BITCH?" She screamed as she stormed over to his bed. Martha tried to get away but she wasn't nearly fast enough. Brenda wrapped her arm around her throat and roughly yanked her off of him. Martha was kicking and screaming when Brenda brutally threw her in the floor. Martha laid there trembling while she watched Brenda kneel down over Keith and drive her elbow into his throat. "THUNK!" "YOU KNOW I DON'T ALLOW YOU TO HAVE SEX!" She sternly told him. Keith was unable to answer her. He was busy trying to catch his breath but wasn't having much luck. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water and his face was fire engine red. Brenda left him floundering on the bed and went after her fucking step mother. The poor woman went into shock when she saw Brenda strike Keith in the throat so she hadn't moved an inch.

Martha was jarred back to reality when the sole of Brenda's foot slammed into her chin. "WHAP!" Martha hit the floor in a heap and began sobbing. But that didn't detour Brenda from giving her the beating she deserved. She had no sympathy for a stupid cunt who continuously disobeyed her orders. Brenda dragged Martha to her feet and went to work on her with both fists. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..SMACK!" Martha never stood a chance trying to defend herself. Brenda was simply to experienced for the mature woman to handle. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The potent uppercut dropped the crying woman in the floor like a sopping wet dish rag. Martha let out a high pitched scream when Brenda hauled her back up on her feet. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "SMACK!" SHUT UP BITCH! I'M JUST GETTING STARTED!" Brenda informed her.

She held Martha up by the hair and repeatedly pounded her face and body while she berated her for being so stupid. "SMACK!" "Do you have any fucking brains at all?" "SMACK!" "I'm sick and tired of you disobeying my orders." "SMACK!" "You will mind me or else you fucking cunt." "SMACK!" "I guarantee it." "SMACK!" "Or I'll beat you to death." "THUD!..THUD!" "So get it through your thick head." "SMACK!" "Because I'm fed up with your idiotic behavior." "SMACK!" "This is your last warning." "THUD!..THUD!" "One more fuck up and I'll kill you." "CRRRACK!" The pulverising uppercut nearly took Martha's head off. She collapsed like a disjointed skeleton and landed at Brenda's feet out cold. "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" She kicked her in the head a few times for good measure.

Keith was sitting up in bed trying to regulate his breathing. He was unaware Brenda was through with Martha and angrily coming for him. But he quickly and painfully found out. "WHACK!" Brenda pulled his head back and gave him a Karate chop to the throat. Blood flew out of his mouth and he was unable to breathe properly again. Brenda yanked him off of the bed and drove him across the room with bell ringing rights and lefts. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Keith was completely helpless trying to avoid her flashing fists. They repeatedly plowed into his face like an unstoppable jackhammer. "SMACK!..SLAM!" Brenda knocked him out the door and he collided with the hallway wall. She was on him again before he could get his bearings. "WHAP!..WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!" She sent him flying down the wall with a vicious kick to the temple. Then her foot smashed into his stomach and chest before crushing his swollen face. Keith stumbled back out of control and finally fell down in the living room. Brenda pounced on him like a cat.

Brenda dragged Keith to his feet and stretched his right arm out to his side. After getting a good grip on his wrist with both hands, she spun her fantastic looking body in a circle while viciously twisting his arm. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" A high pitched scream escaped his mouth when the terrible pain shot through his shoulder. Keith bent over trying to ease the pain and began to beg. "Pl.please Brenda. Let me go. You're br.breaking my arm. "Shut your mouth you little pussy. You knew I would punish you for disobeying my rules. Yet you did it anyway. So you only have yourself to blame." "WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!..WHAP!" Brenda demolished his face with a series of powerful kicks. Keith dropped to his knees crying like a baby. But the beautiful pissed off teen wasn't through punishing him. She yanked Keith back to his feet and grabbed him by the throat. Then showing her impressive strength, she lifted his muscular body up and choked slammed him onto the coffee table. "SLAM!" While he lie there in a daze, Brenda clutched her fists together and drove them into his stomach with incredible force. "WHAM!"

Now Keith was really having trouble breathing. His face turned green while he desperately tried to suck air into his lungs like he was asthmatic. Brenda showed him no sympathy at all. She repeatedly slugged him in the face with her hard right fist while he lie there helpless. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Keith was completely delirious by the time she quit punching him. So he was unable to put up a struggle when she straddled his prone body and brutally elbowed him in the balls. "THUNK!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Keith let out a blood curdling scream and nearly passed out. Brenda scooted back and sat her shapely ass right in his face. "MMFFFHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A muffled noise was all he could utter while he weakly fought to free himself "Shut your mouth and go to sleep you pathetic weakling." Brenda sternly told her helpless prey. The muscle bound male unwillingly followed her order and fell unconscious. Brenda threw his lifeless body in the floor and walked off smiling.

With her anger under control, Brenda decided to check on her father. Four hours had passed since she beat him senseless and sent him to his room for being clumsy. Disciplining two of her foolish slaves for their ridiculous behavior had left her in a good mood. So perhaps it was time to release her father from his prison. Charles was lying on his bed when Brenda entered the room. He instantly slipped into the floor and prostrated himself at her feet. "Please forgive me for making you angry my Goddess. I am so sorry. I swear on my life to take better care of your things in the future." He stated with humility. "Very well. You are forgiven father. Just be sure to keep your promise." She told the trembling man at her feet. Charles was elated. He covered her bare feet with tender kisses while he repeatedly thanked Brenda for her generosity. "That's enough slave. Get back up on the bed." She ordered. He immediately complied.

Brenda laid down next to him and pulled his limp dick out of his thong underwear. Then she wrapped her arm around it until his dick was snugly trapped in her armpit. A few gentle strokes was all it took to make his flaccid cock as hard as steel. "You've been working very hard to earn my trust back father. And I'm very pleased with your performance. So I'm going to reward your efforts and allow you to climax." Brenda began to massage his rock hard dick and smiled as she heard his moans of pleasure. Charles put himself in his daughters capable hands and obediently laid there while she worked her magic. Being denied this exquisite pleasure for lengthy periods of time, it didn't take Charles long to spill his seed. The overwhelming joy of being allowed to cum left him feeling satisfied and happy. After cleaning up Brenda and himself with a warm wash cloth, Charles knelt at the side of the bed and placed his head in Brenda's lap.

Brenda using her armpit to give Charles a glorious climax.

"Thank you my Goddess. With your permission, I would love to repay you for the orgasm you so graciously let me have. I saw a gorgeous diamond ankle bracelet in the jewelry store window at the mall. It would look wonderful on your slender ankle if you would allow me to bye it for you. Please Goddess. Grant my wish so I can make you as happy as I am." He pleaded. Brenda smiled and stroked his hair like he was a loyal puppy. That simple gesture nearly brought him to tears. His Goddess loved him as much as he loved her. Brenda took his face in her strong hands and looked him in the eyes. "You have my permission father. It would please me to accept your gift." She said with a loving smile. Charles was overflowing with happiness. He lavishly kissed her soft hands and reached for the phone. After making arrangements for the diamond bracelet to be delivered, he placed his head back in her lap and contentedly closed his eyes. Pleasing his beautiful Goddess was the only thing that mattered in his life. Brenda smiled at his submissive posture and continued to stroke his hair. At least one of her devoted slaves was wrapped around her little finger.