Taylor Savage is a 5 foot 6 inch 115 pound stunningly gorgeous 18 year old young woman. She is absolutely beautiful and absolutely the most cruel and sadistic female this world has ever seen. The few friends she has, jokingly say her name fits her perfectly. There should be a picture of Taylor in Webster's Dictionary beside the word savage. They say. It also should appear along side the words sadist, cruel, evil, and bitch. Because if Taylor wants something she goes after it until it's hers. If someone gets hurt in the process, then that's even better. She actually prefers to have someone blocking her path to what she desires. She gets just as much enjoyment out of hurting them as she does taking away what is theirs. It's in her nature to hurt and humiliate that person while she proves they can't stop her from doing what she pleases.

And it's so easy for her. She has blond hair that cascades down past her creamy shoulders and deep brown eyes that seem to put you in a trance if you stare into them very long. She has movie star looks and a perfectly shaped feminine body. Men of all ages drool on themselves when they look at her. She realised at age thirteen she had the assets to make men jump through hoops just to be near her. She quickly learned to use those assets to turn them into love sick fools. No man can resist her charm and beauty. Once they are hooked, her sadistic side takes over. She makes them perform like circus animals just for the opportunity to be in her company. And they all do her bidding in hopes of being the one she would allow to remain at her side permanently.

But that's not the way Taylor plays the game. Once she has them trained, they stayed trained and on a short leash. They become her property to do with as she pleases. If they aren't satisfied with the arrangement, she gives them what she calls a farewell beating and sends them on their way for good. But most of them stay, hoping Taylor will show pity and take them to her bed. But that exalted position is reserved for only a few very selective people. Among them are her best friend Lori and her brother Vance. Lori is a member of the cheer leading squad which Taylor leads as captain. Her twenty four year old brother Vance is a Sergeant on the police force. Both are wrapped around Taylor's little finger.

Lori Gunn is best friends with Taylor because their attitudes and demeanor are very much alike. They met when they started the first grade and quickly took a liking to each other. Then they discovered the pleasures of each others body when they were fifteen. Their families enrolled them in self defense classes so they could handle themselves if the need arose. The two girls took to it like wolves to a hunt. Their sadistic nature loved the feeling of causing another person pain. While they were showering together one day after class, they began to explore each others smooth skinned body. Now they are lovers as well as friends. Although Lori is very sadistic herself, she's a rank amateur compared to Taylor. Taylor craves the exotic feeling of power over someone.

Vance is her lover because he has no choice. He joined the Army when he was eighteen and became an MP while he was serving his four years. After getting out of the service, he signed up for the police academy at twenty two. He was living at home until he completed his training and became a full fledged police officer. One night after a particular hard day of training, he showered and fell into bed naked and exhausted. Taylor walked into his room the next morning to tell him breakfast was ready. Vance was lying there sleeping with a very large piss hard on. She gasped at the size of his hard dick and started making plans to make her brother her lover. She was sixteen at the time and her evil streak had been evident for three years by then. Vance never stood a chance.

The awkward, scrawny little twelve year old sister he left at home when he joined the Army, had budded into a very beautiful and voluptuous young lady. Taylor turned on the charm and lured him into her trap. Within a week the poor man was hooked. She took him to her bed and made him hers. But as soon as they were done, Vance began to feel guilty about taking advantage of his younger sister. It never dawned on him that Taylor orchestrated the whole thing. The trouble was, she behaved like a nymphomaniac in the sack and that turned Vance on like nothing else. He couldn't give her up. Poor Vance fell deeper and deeper into her web of deception, until Taylor was the only thing on his mind. That's when she knew he was hers. Vance became another notch on her string of ruined lives.

The guilt ate at his soul for two years. Eventually he just couldn't take it anymore. By then he was a solid member of the community and a Sergeant on the force. When Taylor showed up at his home that Saturday, the grown man was determined to break it off with her. He had no idea what Taylor's temper was like, because he had always followed along behind her like a trained puppy. He did as Taylor wished for the privilege of being in her presence. He was just another one of her trained male puppets whose strings she controlled. So her sadistic side was never revealed to him. The poor man was about to find out you don't cross Taylor and get away unscathed. In fact, you don't get away at all if she preferred to keep you.

"Hey brother dear. Are you ready for some heavy carnal sex? I just bought the sexiest outfit to wear for our little love session." Taylor seductively told him. "Taylor, we have to talk." Vance informed her as he was nervously wringing his hands. He knew it was going to upset her when he told her they were finished. But he figured a little consoling while she cried her eyes out was all it would take before she accepted it. He didn't know his sister at all. "Sure Vance honey. What is it?" She asked as she started peeling off her clothes to put on the sexy see through red teddy. Seeing the teddy and picturing in his mind how her gorgeous body was going to look in it, stopped him cold. Taylor kept undressing while she smiled.

His eyes were glued to her fabulous naked body and he couldn't seem to get his mouth working again. Taylor had the red teddy on before he finally came to his senses. "Look Taylor, we have to stop. We're brother and sister for Christ sake." He said. "I know what we are Vance, but we use protection. So quit worrying and put those strong arms of yours around me." She cooed. "I'm not just talking about protection. It just isn't right. I'm a Sergeant on the police force and I would have to arrest anyone else doing what we are doing. It's simply immoral and we must stop right now." Taylor looked at him and felt her temper rising. Vance didn't know it wasn't safe to be around Taylor when her temper exploded. He was about to find out.

"Whoa little man. Are you trying to say you want to break off this love affair of ours permanently?" She asked with a hateful scowl on her beautiful face. "I'm sorry sis, but it's the right thing to do. You'll get over it eventually and find yourself a good man who will love you and keep you happy." He explained with a sigh of relief. Taylor broke down and laughed right in his face. "You really are an idiot big brother. Did you actually think I was in love with you? I use you for sex you moron. I use a few others for the same thing. They patiently wait around, hoping I will grace them with my presence and give them a little piece of heaven. Just like you do dumb ass. Now shut your mouth and come here." She ordered.

"NO!" "I'm serious Taylor. No more sex. We have to end this now." "Oh we're not going to have sex you stupid little shit. I'm going to beat the living hell out of you and put you back in your place. I own you little man. I end the relationship when I'm ready to end it. No man ever breaks it off with me. He does as he's told until I tire of him and send him on his way. And that going away party is always accompanied by a severe beating. Which is what I'm about to give to you." "NOW COME HERE WIMP!" The twenty four year old man didn't believe what he was hearing. If she thought he was going to stand there while she slapped him silly, she was entirely mistaken. "Come to your senses Taylor before I have to hurt you and make you listen to reason." He confidently said.

He was interrupted by a solid punch in the face before he could utter another word. "SMACK!" Vance stumbled back and wiped the blood from his split bottom lip. He stared at his younger beautiful sister in surprise. "What the hell is wrong with you Taylor? You can't seriously believe you can beat me up? I out weigh you by nearly a hundred pounds. Plus I'm very fit and a hell of a lot more muscular then you are. Not to mention that I'm six years older and a male. Now stop acting like a brat and put your clothes back on." He forcibly told her. "You talk to much pansy ass. And I didn't give you permission to speak." She said as she nailed him with a left hook. "SMACK!"

Now his right eye was sore and he was getting pissed off. "THAT'S ENOUGH TAYLOR!" "Now stop before I really get angry." He threatened. "I told you to keep your mouth shut you little sissy. I guess I'll have to show you what happens when you don't obey me." Vance was ready for her attack this time. Or at least he thought he was. "SMACK!" "SMACK!" He never saw anyone punch so fast in his life. Now his other eye hurt and his nose was sore as well from her solid punches. "GOD DAMN IT TAYLOR THAT'S IT!" He reached for her to drag her body to the floor and hold her down while he reasoned with her. But Taylor was much quicker and more agile then the grown man realised.

She grabbed his right wrist in her left hand and jerked him toward her. "THUD..THUD!" Two hard shots to his mid section had him doubling over in pain. "WHAM!" Her right knee exploded on his chin and sent him crashing to the floor. While Vance lie there stunned, Taylor began stomping anything she could reach. "STOMP..STOMP..STOMP..STOMP!" Her bare foot landed on his stomach and ribs which caused a great deal of pain. But not nearly as much as the next two. "STOMP..STOMP!" They landed on his balls and brought his head up for a good old fashion kick in the face. "WHAP!" Vance collapsed to his back moaning and delirious. Taylor went to work stomping his face.

"STOMP!..BANG!" "STOMP!..BANG!" "STOMP!..BANG!" His head continuously bounced off of the floor like a basketball. Vance was totally helpless to stop the irate blond gladiator. His Army and Police Academy training was no match for the strong and sadistic Taylor. When she tired of using her feet to punish him, she dragged him up to stand in front of her. The poor mans eyes were glassy and he barely could stand without support from his pissed off sister. "You're such an idiot." "SMACK!" "You obey MY RULES you dumb ass." "SMACK!" "Where you got the idea you were in charge I'll never know." "SMACK!" "The senseless beating I'm going to give you should set you straight." "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

Vance was defenseless to try and stop her. His strong, muscular arms dangled at his sides completely useless to him. Taylor was snapping his head up and down so hard he looked like a bobble head doll. His poor face was being pulverized by her hard hitting fists while he stood helpless in her grip. "SMACK!" "I own you wimp." "SMACK!" "You're mine until I say different." "SMACK!" "Nobody walks out on me without my permission." "SMACK!" "Nobody talks without my permission." "SMACK!" "You don't breathe, eat, or shit without my permission you little sissy." "SMACK!" "Are you beginning to understand the rules yet?" "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!"

"CRRRACK!" A powerful uppercut sent him back pedaling out of control. "SLAM!" His back met the wall and he collapsed to the floor in a heap. Taylor ripped his shirt open and tore it off of his barely conscious body. His jeans and underwear were yanked off of him next and thrown in the corner. When he was completely naked, she grabbed his hair and dragged him out to the middle of the floor. Then she removed the belt from his jeans and proceeded to strap him all over his naked body while his semi conscious body lie defenseless at her feet. "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" She didn't care where she struck him because she was totally pissed out of her mind.

Red welts formed on his chest, stomach, and thighs. When a couple landed on his face, he somehow found the strength to roll over on his stomach. So Taylor whipped his back, his bare ass, and his legs without remorse. "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" When her arm tired, she lifted his head and wrapped the belt around his throat. Then she held an end in each hand and stepped on the back of his head while she mercilessly choked the beaten man until he passed out. Unfortunately for Vance, her anger wasn't sated. She placed the ottoman in front of the sofa and draped his unconscious battered body face down on top of it. Then she put both of his muscular arms on his back in a double hammerlock.

Now that she had him situated like she wanted, she sat on the sofa and wrapped her strong, gorgeous legs around his neck. She crossed her shapely ankles on his back where his arms lie and trapped then there with her bare feet. His chin was resting on her red pantie covered blond muff, with his swollen face in easy striking range. Taylor slapped him awake and smiled. "Wake up you big pussy. You have some facts you need to learn." Vance opened his badly swollen eyes and felt more then saw the precarious position he was in. Tears began to trickle down his multi colored cheeks when the awful pain of the bad beating she had just given him registered in his brain.

"Ohhh, I just love to see a grown man cry. And you're going to be crying a lot before I'm through with you asshole. I've let you slide for two years little man. But that is over. It's time you learned my rules you have no choice but to obey. So lets get started." "SMACK!" His left eye swelled a little more. "Rule number one. Taylor is the boss." "SMACK!" Now his mouth was growing larger. "Rule number two. Taylor is to be obeyed at all times." "SMACK!" She broke his nose and he felt the cartilage shatter and splinter into little pieces. "Rule number three. Taylor makes the rules. And you weak little males abide by them or you'll be severely punished."

"SMACK!" Now his other eye was swelled a little further. "Rule number four. You will follow these rules instantly and happily without question or hesitation." "SMACK!" His left cheek turned a darker shade of purple. "Rule number five. Taylor will not tolerate any type of rebellion." "SMACK!" The other cheek turned more purple. "Rule number six. Any misconduct or disobedience will result in you receiving another terrible beating." "SMACK!" A dark bruise formed between his eyes. "Rule number seven. I will administer these beatings when ever I choose to do so." "SMACK!" His jaw was in a great deal of pain. "Rule number eight. These beatings will last until I am sure you will obey my commands and not cause me anymore trouble."

"SMACK!" The other side of his jaw hurt. "Rule number nine. You have absolutely no choice in the matter." "SMACK!" Now his mouth was completely busted open. "Rule number ten. There are no exceptions to these rules, or leniency given if any of them are broken." "SMACK!" His temple was throbbing with pain. "Rule number eleven. You will be available when ever I feel I need your services for anything." "SMACK!" Now the other side of his head at the temple was feeling pain. "Rule number twelve. If there is any doubt in your feeble male brain, refer to rule number one. That rule you better remember for ever. Taylor is the boss."

Tears were pouring down his extremely battered and swollen face like a faucet had been turned on behind each eyelid. The excruciating pain was nearly unbearable for the man to take. And the humiliation of being handled so easily by his eighteen year old sister was spreading through him like a prairie fire. "Are these rules clear to you weakling? Or should I repeat them with more emphases behind the pain?" "No.. T.Taylor. Pl.please.. d.don't.. hit.. me.. ag.again. I'll.. obey.. your.. r.r.rules. Just.. pl.pl.please.. st.stop.. b.beating.. on.. me." She looked at his swollen, battered face and smiled. "That's my good little boy. I love to hear a man beg almost as much as I enjoy listening to him cry like a baby. Just remember your place wimp."

She grabbed him by the hair and threw him in the floor as she stood up. "Get your ass in that bedroom bitch. And don't be all day about it. Now move." Vance struggled to his feet and stumbled toward the bedroom. Taylor was walking along behind him, laughing at his feeble attempts to stay on his feet without falling down. He finally made it to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. "Get that damn thing up as hard as a rock and slip a rubber on it. And do it quickly before you piss me off." His battered body was trembling with fear from the tone of her voice. He grabbed his limp dick and stroked the hell out of it to obey her command.

It was taking longer then normal because of the terrible beating she had just given him. He looked in her brown eyes and his bottom lip began to quiver when he saw the evil there. He switched his eyes to her fabulous body dressed in the see through red teddy, in hopes it would help him stiffen his rod. Vance mentally thanked God when it began to rise. "Very good little man. You just saved yourself a considerable amount of pain." When Vance had it good and hard, she slapped his hands away and crawled on top of him. "Don't disappoint me bitch. Keep that damn thing up and hard until I'm finished. If you fail to satisify me, the beating I just gave you will seem like a tea party compared to the one you'll get for making me angry. So keep it hard and don't cum until I give you permission." "IS THAT CLEAR BITCH?"

"Yes.. T.T.Taylor." Vance stuttered. Taylor smiled at his fear covered face and tear filled, frightened eyes. God I love it when I have them cowed and under my control. She thought to herself. Why any woman would want to have a normal relationship with a man I will never understand. Why would they want to put up with their whims and foul moods and little temper tantrums. When all they have to do is show them who is boss. Then they can fulfill their hearts desires without worring about satisfying the male pride of some weak man. It just doesn't make any sense. All men are toys. Their only purpose should be to obey and satisfy their woman. And when you tire of that toy, you break them and throw the pieces away. Then you find another toy to take his place. It's that simple.

Taylor slowly lowered herself down on his steel hard shaft until she was completely filled to the limit. Then she pinned his muscular arms to the bed with her strong hands and began to move her shapely hips. She started at a slow pace, waiting for the pleasuring bliss to spread throughout her gorgeous feminine body. She closed her deep brown eyes and savored the erotic sensation his large dick was giving her. Her pace gradually quickened while the ecstasy built up in her loins like a blazing fire. When her fabulous female body was tingling from her eye brows clear down to her toes, she rapidly moved her well formed hips in a comfortable rythym.

Vance was concentrating on keeping his dick hard. He didn't worry about ejaculating without Taylor's permission, because he wasn't getting any enjoyment out of their love making. He felt to ashamed and humiliated for being broken so easily by his sadistic younger sister. All the rigerous training he went through in the Army and at the Police Accademy, had merely been a waste of his time. Taylor beat him down like he was a small child and made it look like it was the easiest thing in the world to do. So his main objective was to keep his dick as hard as possible. It totally scared him to death to think of what she might do to him if he lost his erection.

Once Taylor had the pleasurable feeling built to it's greatest height, she loved to look in the fear filled eyes of the cowardly man below her. That deer in the headlights look on their ashen faces made her climax's flow out of her like molton lava. Their fear of her, turned her on like nothing else. She always felt indestructable when she saw their eyes fill with tears and their lips quiver with fright. It made her feel so powerful to be in control of a much larger male and watch him tremble when she looked at him. There was nothing in the world like the rush it gave her. She would never get enough of it. It was her destiny to rule over all pathetic males.

When the first wave hit, Taylor threw back her head and screamed. The passion flowing through her made her perfect body glow from the heat she felt. The climax slowly calmed down, leaving her relaxed and ready to receive the next one. She moved both of Vance's arms above his head and pinned his wrists down with her left hand. "Time to help me reach the next wonderful climax big brother. You're doing great so far and that makes me happy. I suggest you continue to please me. Because the consequences of pissing me off will drastically hinder your vision and breathing. Am I making myself clear?" "Yes Taylor. I understand perfectly." He whimpered. "Good boy."

"I'm afraid it's going to be a little more painful for you this time. I usually need some help reaching my second climax and you're going to provide that assistance. Don't try to fight back or the pain I'm about to give you will increase tremendously. Just relax and go with the flow. You're to much of a weakling to stop me anyway, so just accept it." She began moving her hips in a rotating fashion and seductivly looked at her older brother she had pinned to the bed. When the pleasure started to increase, she raised her hand and smiled when she saw Vance close his eyes tight. "SLAP!" She bitched slapped his face hard. "Work those hips wimp." "SLAP!" Then she back handed him just as hard "Come on boy, move that ass." "SLAP!" "That's it. Buck like a stallion little man." "SLAP!" "Faster bitch faster."

Vance was scared to death he was going to lose his erection. Her bitch slaps hurt like hell and he could feel his face swelling further with each hard slap. He concentrated harder then he ever had in his life to keep the damn thing up. Because as much as her slaps hurt, he knew her hard female fist would be the next thing he felt if he lost it. "SLAP!" "Move it you sissy. I want to feel that thing deep inside of me." "SLAP!" "That's my boy. Ram it home little man." "SLAP!" "Yes big brother. Just like that." "SLAP!" "YES!" "YES!" "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" The orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train. Taylor put her hand on his chest and rode it to it's glorious finish. Vance was relieved he pleased her.

Taylor collapsed on the bed beside him and purred like a kitten. Her beautiful brown eyes were closed while she relaxed and waited for her body to stop shivering with pleasure. Vance looked over and a thought crossed his mind she was weak and vulnerable in her condition. But before he finished the thought, Taylor spoke without opening her eyes or moving a muscle. "Don't even think about it you pathetic little weakling. I would rip your arm off and beat you to death with it. Just lie there like a good little boy and keep your mouth shut." Vance silently looked up at the ceiling while tears trickled down both sides of his head. "Good boy. You learn fast wimp. I like that in my obedient men. Now go get me a cold drink." She ordered.

Vance shuffled off to the kitchen and returned with a cold bottle of water. "Good boy. Now go get me a towel and wash cloth while I quench my thirst." He handed her the bottled water and went to retrieve the items she asked for out of the hall pantry. "Very good big brother. You obey rather well. I think I'll keep you around for a while. Now kneel down and massage my feet while I finish this bottle of water." Vance dropped to his knees and took her bare foot in his hands like it was a delicate flower. Taylor smiled as she looked down at the docile man massaging her foot. He certainly was handsome and muscular. She thought to herself. But like all men, he was no match for my female strength. He was just as easy to put in his place as the other males were. They're all wimps.

Taylor finished the water and kicked him away from her. "Go turn the shower on and wait for me bitch." Vance climbed to his feet and went to do her bidding. She removed the red teddy and proudly padded to the bathroom where Vance was patiently waiting. "Good boy. Now stand right there so you can wash my back." She climbed into the shower and handed him the wash cloth and soap. Vance scrubbed her back until she was satisfied he had done a thorough job. "Good boy. Now go stand with your face in the corner until I'm through. Then you can dry me off." She grinned as she watched Vance obey her command and face the two walls that joined at the corner. His muscular body was shaking with heavy sobs but he obeyed her without a fuss.

When Taylor was dried off and dressed, she took Vance by the ear and led him to the front door. "Am I going to have anymore trouble out of you wimp? Or have you learned your place in this relationship?" The twenty four year old man dropped to his knees and kissed the feet of his eighteen year old sister. He promised his devotion and obedience for as long as she allowed him to be near her. Taylor was satisfied and patted him on the head like a loyal puppy before pulling him to his feet and kissing his cheek. "Good boy. I'm glad you see things my way. I'll be back tomorrow for another love session. If you know what's good for you you'll be here. Understand?" "Yes Taylor. I'll be here waiting." He whined. "Good. Then I'll see you tomorrow. Ta ta big brother." She walked out the door laughing.

Vance slumped to the floor and cried his eyes out. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to do. He had to get out of this fix somehow, but no solution was coming to his mind. The answer certainly wasn't with force. Just the thought of her hard female fists striking him again nearly made him pass out from the fear spreading over him. He was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never be able to handle Taylor. She wiped up the floor with him as easily as she could have a small child. So challenging her again was totally out of the question. Then his mind strayed to the way her gorgeous body looked in the see through red teddy and his dick turned hard as a rock. He cried even harder then. Because he realised part of him didn't want to escape her clutches. He felt completely lost.