Ever since Pam and her girlfriends pinned and humiliated Ray and his buddies that fatal day out by the pool, they have taken over their lives. The sixteen year old girls discovered they loved having a slave to do their bidding. After proving to the nearly mature College men that females were the stronger sex, they have taken full advantage of the situation. The poor men no longer have a life of their own. They exist, only to serve their female masters. And they are sick and tired of it. Ray especially feels responsible. This was not at all what he had planned when he asked his buddies to come home with him. He wanted to show them his old haunts and hang outs and introduce them to his home town friends. After that, he was sure they would get invited to some hell raising parties. He told them they would meet a lot of pretty girls who would be excited to go out and have fun with College men.

But losing to Pam and her friends in the battle of the sexes changed everything. All they have done for the last two days is cater to the girls. The only time they get to leave the house is to run errands for Pam, Shirley, Kelly, and Candy. Something had to be done to change their pitiful existence. And Ray felt like it was his place to do it. Being controlled by his younger sister Pam was to much to handle. And seeing the sadness in his buddies eyes drove him to come up with a plan to escape the ruling females. After all, he and his buddies were twenty years old and nearly grown men. Being ordered around by girls who were four years younger and less then half their size was totally unacceptable. The more he thought about it, the more he realised he had underestimated his younger sisters ability to defend herself. She always ran away crying or simply gave into him when he bullied her before leaving for College. He assumed nothing had changed in two years.

By the time he figured out he had made a mistake, the strength had been sapped from his athletic body. Now that he knew she could defend herself, he would be much more careful and methodical with his attack. The smart thing to do would be to draw her into a fist fight. Then her throwing techniques and painful wrestling holds would be useless to her. Stay out of her reach and away from a ground war. Then the advantage would be his. A boxing match he could win. But pounding on his sister with his parents around would be nearly impossible to pull off. And even if he could get away with it without being seen, it wouldn't solve anything. The second she ran to their parents and explained what happened to her, he would be in deep shit. While he was trying to think of a way around that problem, the answer fell in his lap. Thank God for Grandma.

The next morning as they were sitting down for breakfast, their Mother asked to speak to them. "You two know your Grandmother fell and broke her hip last week. She's getting out of the Hospital today and needs someone to look after her until she is able to get around on her own. Your Father is away on business and won't be back until next week. I hate to leave you all by yourselves, but I don't know what else I can do. I know my Mother. If no one is there to care for her, she will try and fend for herself. And she'll end up back in the Hospital for sure." "Don't worry about us Mom. I can take care of things around here." Pam told her. "It will be good practice for me when I move out in a few years. You're all Grandma has and she needs you now worse then we do. You know I can run this house, pay the bills, do the shopping, and cook the meals. You've taught me well. And Ray can take care of the yard, do any repairs that need to be done and run errands for us. You concentrate on taking care of Grandma until she's well."

Ray saw this as his opportunity to gain freedom for himself and his buddies. And put Pam back in her place where she belonged. "She's right Mother. Pam and I are old enough to take care of ourselves until you can come home. Neither one of us wants to see Grandma back in the Hospital any more then you do. You nurse her back to health and don't worry about us. We'll be fine." "You're Father and I raised two wonderful kids. I'm very proud of you two." She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "You've made me feel much better about going. I appreciate that." "Don't worry Mom, we'll be fine." Pam replied. "Now lets go pack you a bag and get you on your way. I feel the same way you do about Grandma. If you're not there to watch over her, she's stubborn enough to try and take care of herself and end up back in the Hospital. I love her with all my heart, but she can be bull headed sometimes." Her Mother smiled at her. "Yes Pam she can. But I wouldn't have her any other way. She just wouldn't be herself without that stubborn streak. And I used to hate it growing up."

The two females went upstairs to pack a bag. Ray was ready to jump for joy and shout out loud. YES! This was working out perfectly. Now he could beat the hell out of Pam and get out from under her thumb. When Darren, Monty, and Phil saw him attack Pam, they would surely follow suit. The men would gain back control of their lives and teach those damn females a painful lesson in the process. Life would soon be good again. For the men anyway. Ray waited for an opportunity to talk to his team mates and explain his plan to them. It came when Pam's girlfriends showed up and decided to go swimming. When the four girls went to Pam's room to change into their bikinis, Ray beckoned his friends to gather around him. "Listen guys. I'm sick of doing what ever Pam tells me to do. She surprised me the other day with her knowledge of wrestling holds and judo throws. By the time I realised she knew what she was doing, I was worn out and beaten. But I'm sure I can whip her ass in a fist fight. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. Are you with me?"

"I don't know." Darren said. "Yeah Ray. You know how much trouble we would be in if we beat up females." Phil added. "Especially under age females." Monty chimed in. "Do you guys like painting their nails, brushing their hair, rubbing lotion on their backs, and everything else they force you to do for them?" Ray asked. "HELL NO!" They all responded. "Well this is the only way out for us. After we kick the shit out of them, we'll have our lives back. We have to do this guys. It's the only way we'll be free of them." The four girls entered the living room on their way to the pool. "Grab the sun tan lotion and follow us boys. We need a good rub down before going in the pool." Pam ordered the four men. "Kiss my ass Pam. I'm not taking anymore orders from you. In fact, I'm going to beat the hell out of you until you beg me to stop. Then I'll be the one giving the orders and you'll be obeying me. Just like it used to be. Mom and Dad aren't here to protect you. So I'm going to put you back in your place where you belong."

Pam Forman

Pam looked at him and smiled. "Is that so? I seem to recall you trying that the other day. And you ended up lying at my feet crying like a baby. So change that tune little man. Or I'm going to give you another attitude adjustment." Ray was burning up inside with rage. "I'm sick of hearing that smart ass mouth of yours you little bitch. So I'm going to close it with my fists." He charged at her swinging like a madman. Punch after solid male punch sailed around, near, beside, or close to her pretty face. But not a one of them connected. The self defense classes Pam had taken were paying off. To Ray's surprise, her defensive skills were exceptional. She moved her agile young body like an expert and easily avoided his futile attempts to knock her off of her feet. And that smirk of a smile he was beginning to hate so much, was spread across her lovely face.

Candy Scott

Shirley Farmer

Kelly Parker

Monty, Darren, and Phil were so wrapped up in watching their buddy look like a fool, they temporarily forgot about their own female warriors. Unfortunately for them, Shirley, Kelly, and Candy hadn't forgotten about their personal slaves. While the guys were busy staring at Ray's inability to strike his younger sister, the girls slipped over to stand by their sides. By the time the College men remembered what was going on it was way to late. Each girl stepped in front of their respective male counter part and smiled sweetly. "Do the three of you feel the same way Ray does about being mistreated?" Candy asked the startled men. "Well, we ahhh...I mean ahhh...you see we ahhh." That's as far as the three men got with their weak explanation. "SMMMACK!" "SMMMACK!" "SMMMACK!" Three hard female fists cracked three male chins with the power of a wrecking ball behind them. Three male bodies instantly slumped to the floor at their feet. Their lights had been turned out by one punch.

Meanwhile, Pam was showing her older brother she knew how to box as well as wrestle. Her 5 foot 4 inch 115 pound female body also packed one hell of a punch in both feminine fists. Ray's 6 foot 5 inch 200 pound male frame was being battered all over the living room. And the man had no idea how to stop the slaughter. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Three jabs ripped into his face, followed by a right cross. His nose was bleeding, his face was marked up, and his left eye was beginning to swell. Pam thought a little taunting was just the thing to go along with a bad beating. "SMACK!" "So you're going to put me in my place huh?" "SMACK!" "You want to give orders instead of taking them huh?" "SMACK!" "You're going to beat me until I beg huh?" "SMACK!""Sick of my smart ass mouth huh?" "SMACK!" "Mom and Dad aren't here to protect me huh?" "SMACK!""It looks like you're the one that needs protection big brother." "SMACK!"

Ray was absolutely lost. He never dreamed anyone could strike so hard and so fast. Trying to cover up where she was going to punch him was virtually impossible. She landed so many punches, his face was bleeding profusely and his vision was blurred. There seemed to be three or four yellow bikini clad Pam's in front of him. And they all were pounding him like a tough steak. This couldn't be happening. Pam stopped her big brothers annihilation long enough to admire her handy work. Ray's face was nicely swelling and his legs were getting rubbery. She decided to ease up on him a bit, because she didn't want it to end to quickly. Toying with him while she destroyed his will and fighting spirit would totally demoralize Ray. To be offered every chance to win this fight, only to learn she could handle him easily and knock him out when she felt like it, would be thoroughly devastating to her older, bigger brother.

Ray's breathing was returning to normal. Thankfully he had developed a high threshold of pain from playing football. If he could hang on until he figured out a way to slip her battering ram punches and land a few of his own, then the tide would swing in his direction. A couple of hard shots should put her down for good. Then he could exact his revenge for the shit she had put him through the last few days. Once he was in command, Pam was going to pay big time. Pain and humiliation was on her menu. "You don't look very good big brother. If you get on your knees right now and tell me how sorry you are for trying this stunt, I may let you off a little easier. In fact, if you crawl to me on your belly and kiss my feet, I'll stop all together. But do it quickly. Because I'm not a patient girl. It's your one and only chance to avoid a terrible beating. So take my advice and start crawling." "FUCK YOU BITCH! I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU LIKE A STRAY DOG!" He angrily screamed.

"OK little man, have it your way. Just remember, I gave you the option to quit. Now I'm going to show you why you should have accepted my offer of leniency. So put up those pitiful fists of yours and lets dance." Ray came out swinging. Battering ram punches with the power to rip her head from her creamy shoulders came flying at her beautiful face. Pam smiled as she ducked and dodged around them all. His punch count began to slow as his mighty strength wavered. He was astounded at how much energy was spent when he continuously missed his target. Pam decided it was time to rearrange his facial features a little more. "SMACK!" The cartilage in his nose was completely shattered. "SMACK!..SMACK!" Both eyes felt pain and the left one was cut open. "SMACK!" His chin was badly bruised. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Two cheeks swelled up like a blow fish and his lip was split.

Ray done everything he could to get out of the way of her sledge hammer blows. But it was a hopeless cause. They repeatedly slammed into his face with enormous power. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..CRACK!" Pam worked on his rock hard stomach to soften it up some. Then her solid uppercut deposited him in the floor. He lie there moaning and shaking his head to clear it. "Get up wimp. You had your chance to quit and declined. So get on your feet before I drag you up by the hair." Ray slowly climbed to his feet. His muscular body was swaying a little on his unsteady legs. But he managed to stay upright. Ray wound up and threw a huge roundhouse with mean intentions behind it. He nearly collapsed to the floor when Pam dodged it. He followed that up with a roundhouse left and stumbled even more when she evaded that punch. Getting himself under control, he fired a half dozen rights and lefts straight at that smile he hated so much. His luck wasn't any better. Pam moved like a gazelle and none of them landed.

His next right was blocked by the female gladiator. Then her right caught him flush in the middle of his already battered face. "SMACK!" She heard him grunt before he dropped to his knees and flopped to the floor on his face. Pam looked down at his head resting between her bare feet and smiled. Ray began to whimper because of being so incompetent. "Get up pansy ass. I want to work on my tan a little this afternoon." Ray struggled to his feet and stood there swaying like a small tree in a strong wind. His mighty arms were dangling at his sides and his thick legs were threatening to buckle any second. Both of his eyes were completely glassy and unfocused. His feeble effort to stop her from grabbing the front of his shirt to hold him steady was fruitless. "You're pathetic you big pussy." "SMACK!" "The days of you bullying me around are over." "SMACK!" "And mine are just beginning." "SMACK!" "You'll obey my orders without question from now on or I'll give you a severe beating." "SMACK!" "I'm the boss around here now sissy boy." "SMACK!" "And you are my personal slave." "SMACK!" "So accept it Ray. Or the pain will be to unbearable for you to handle." "SMACK!" "You really have no choice." She chastised.

Pam cut loose with a barrage of right hands that destroyed what few features were still recognizable on his battered face. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Ray's legs folded up like a card board box when she released him. "SLAM!" He landed at her feet sound asleep. Pam turned to see how her friends were doing and laughed at the scene in front of her. The three girls were sitting on their slaves arms which were lying across their backs in double hammer locks. Their bare feet was planted on each side of their heads and the College men were kissing their toes while crying like babies. "They thought about rebelling too." Shirley said smiling. "But we quickly ended their rebellion." Kelly added. "Now they're as docile as little lambs." Candy replied. "Yes, I would say you girls were very persuasive. Isn't it amazing how a few well aimed punches by a female fist can change the mind of any man. They're all pathetic losers. Without our female guidance, they would be completely out of control. It's a good thing they have us to set them straight."

"Boy, isn't that the truth. If it wasn't for us, these men would be out raising hell and getting themselves in a world of trouble." Kelly stated. "Yeah. Trying to screw every girl in the county." Shirley said. "Or trying to drink every beer in town." Candy added with her two cents worth. "Well they're safe here with us. Right girls?" Pam asked. "As safe as can be." They all agreed. Which caused them all to break down laughing. "Take good care of your charges girls. I'm going to go wake up the wimp and find out if he's ready to see things my way." "Go get him girl." Shirley told her best friend. The three girls grabbed their slaves by the hair and rubbed their noses in the carpet. The whimpering sounds coming from the humiliated College men made the girls have a giggling fit. Listening to them giggle like adolesents, you would never dream they were formidable opponents. Fighters with feminine power that fought like seasoned veterans.

Pam knelt down at her brothers head and slapped his swollen cheeks until his eyes shot open. She stood and stepped back a ways. "Are you ready to concede you pathetic little sissy? Or do I need to continue the massacre I'm putting you thorough. Give it some serious thought before you answer Ray. Because the wrong answer will force me to beat you senseless again. Accept your new roll in life and crawl to me on your belly. After you beg my forgiveness and place a few tender kisses on my pretty bare feet, I'll patch you up as best I can. Now choose wimp." "Kiss my ass you bitch." Ray said as he slowly climbed to his feet. But his equilibrium was out of balance. As soon as he rose to his full height, he stumbled sideways and collapsed to the floor. He tried again and fell back on his ass. The third time he was able to stay on his feet. But any movement was going to dump him back in the floor again. Pam looked at him and shook her pretty head. "You really are stubborn pansy ass. Some of Grandma's traits must have been passed to you."

"Fuck you bitch. I'm not beaten yet." Was what came out of his mouth. But his slumped over swaying body was telling a different story. He could barely see Pam thorough the small slits of his badly swollen eyes. His words were difficult to make out because of his thick, fat lips. And his breathing sounded wheezy thorough his busted and mangled nose. He couldn't have mounted a decent fight if he was facing a six year old girl. The sixteen year old tigress in front of him was entirely to much for him to handle. But he was a hard headed, stubborn male. Pam slapped down his weak right and punched him hard in the stomach. "THUD!" Ray groaned and slumped to his knees. She watched as he struggled back to his feet and attempted another right. It was as pitiful as the first. It was easily batted down by the female fighter. "THUD!" Another hard right to his mid section dropped him to his knees again. Not giving up, Ray made it to his feet and threw one more feeble right which she easily blocked. "THUD!" Ray was deposited on his knees for the third time.

During his effort to regain his feet, Ray lost his balance and pitched forward to land on his face. Frustration set in and he pounded the floor while his tears began to flow. Embarrassed and ashamed because he couldn't stop his crying, Ray climbed to his feet with determination spread across his battered face. He was going to beat his fucking bitch sister or die trying. It was the only outcome he was willing to accept. Life wouldn't be worth living if he lost. With renewed vigor, he attacked with everything he had. His mighty arms pumped rights and lefts from every angle. Ham like male fists were doing their best to plow into the face of the beautiful half naked warrior. But there was no speed or power behind any of them. Pam smiled like a Cheshire cat and slapped them away like pesky insects. Ray's tears were now flowing harder then ever. And his frustration grew deeper and deeper. His inability to land anything, along with her expertise at knocking his weak attempts aside, shattered the poor mans ego.

Finally, his large muscular arms dropped to his sides and remaind there while he bawled like a little baby. His younger, smaller sister had broken him. His will to fight vanished into thin air. The strong male pride he was so proud of, shriveled up and died. The fighting spirit he used so adeptly on the football field was washed away with his tears. He felt his heart breaking and didn't seem to care anymore. He fell to his knees and put his sobbing head down on the carpet. Ray simply gave up. Pam reached down and pulled his head up by his hair. Ray wrapped his arms around her gorgeous legs and laid his swollen face against her thigh. She released him and waited. "Pl.please..st.stop..Pam. You..w.win. I..can't..t.take..anym.m.more. I..g.give..up. Pl.please. D.don't..hurt..me..anym.more. I'm..b.b.begging..you...sis. Pl.please..st.stop." His tears were cascading down her legs and forming puddles at her feet. Pam smiled, knowing she owned him now. He was a completely broken man.

"Will you obey my orders without hesitation little man?" "Yes..sis. Wh.what..ever..you..w.want." He sadly whimpered. That's what she wanted to hear. She stroked his hair like he was a little puppy and congratulated herself on her total victory. "Good boy. Remember your place and obey me when I give you an order. Or I'll repeatedly beat you senseless. I will not tolerate any more rebellions." "I AM THE BOSS!" "IS THAT CLEAR WIMP?" His muscular body trembled when she raised her voice. His fear overwhelmed him. Pam scared him shitless. "Yes..Pam..it's..cl.clear. I'll..mind..you. Pl.please..don't..hit..me..ag.again." "Good boy. Now turn loose of my legs and lie at my feet. I want to feel those swollen lips of yours kissing my feet like you enjoy doing it. So press firmly and don't piss me off." "UNDERSTAND?" "Yes." He whined in fear. "Good boy. Now get started." The beaten man prostrated himself at her feet and made love to her silky, smooth skin. He covered her bare feet completely, moving his head to reach the sides and heels. Pam was satisfied.

"That's enough Ray. You were a very good boy. I expect obedience like that every time I give you an order. Anything less, will earn you a thorough beating. Get on your hands and knees and crawl behind me. Lets go see if my friends have sufficiently tamed your buddies." Ray crawled on his hands and knees behind her right heel. Pam had no fear what so ever that he would attack her from behind. She was absolutely sure Ray knew his place and would remain there. His will was totally under her control. Shirley, Kelly, and Candy were sitting on the sofa. The three College men were sitting on the floor below them with their heads trapped in powerful leg scissors. All three men had tear stained faces. And the three girls wore beautiful smiles. "I see your slaves are as obedient as mine." Pam said as she smiled at her three best friends. "Oh they're no trouble at all." Shirley replied. "They're afraid we'll crush their heads like grapes if they don't behave" Kelly added. "They know who's in charge and will deal out the punishment if they don't mind." Candy chimed in. "They're very obedient slaves."

"How about that swim girls. Are you still up for it?" "I am." Shirley replied. "I got a little sweaty reminding my slave who was boss." "Yeah, me too." Kelly added. "A good plunge in the pool sounds like just the thing to cool off." "I need to soak in the pool myself." Candy said. "But for a completely different reason. I made my slave lick the perspiration from my body. Now I'm covered with his disgusting saliva." The four dominate females giggled like young girls after hearing Candy's confession. "Ray, you grab the sun tan lotion and follow us. You three, get us girls a soda from the fridge and bring them out to the pool. And don't take long following my orders. Or you'll dearly pay for it." "Right girls?" Pam asked. "Right." They all agreed. "Now get moving before you make us angry." Candy told the three docile College men. They scurried toward the kitchen with the sound of feminine laughter ringing in their ears. The four females headed out the door with Ray in tow. The other three hurried to please their Masters. It was humiliating, but much less painful.