"LITTLE" SISTER RULES THE ROOST 2

As we entered the house, we went into the living room and up the stairs to Bill's bedroom. The door was closed, but we could hear Bill moving on the bed inside, so Bonnie called out for him to come out and meet Joan, who, incidentally, was still fondling my butt, ignoring my whispered protest. Bill, in the meantime, reacted as expected to being paired off with Joan, and, despite Bonnie's attempts to persuade him, refused to open the door.

I almost felt sorry for Bill as he continued to protest Bonnie's almost total control over him. Even his attempt at keeping unwanted guests out of his bedroom had been anticipated and frustrated by Bonnie!

With a knowing smile, Bonnie pushed open the door and ushered Joan into the bedroom. Bill was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands, moaning in disbelief over what was about to happen to him as Joan, her giant frame looming over him, reached down for him.

Bill yelped in terror as Joan plucked his 185 lb. body off the bed like a doll and laid him across her massive shoulders, trapping both his legs and his right hand in her mighty right arm and hand. Not to be outdone, Bonnie pulled me to her and effortlessly swept me up off my feet to cradle my small body in her powerful arms. Then these two beautiful Amazons carried their willing and unwilling captive males down to the recreation room.

Bill was still trying to fight against Joan as she carried him across her shoulders into the basement recreation room, but his efforts were futile against her superior size and strength. Bonnie, on the other hand, had other ideas. Her right arm which cradled both my legs slid unobtrusively under my shorts, and her fingers began to fondle me intimately, producing erotic sensations in my groin and bringing a yelp of surprise and pleasure from my lips.

Joan carried Bill over to a corner of the basement, set him on his feet with his back against the corner and leaned over him, taking both his hands in hers and pinning them against the walls on either side of him as she tried to convince him to accept her as his steady girl friend. Bonnie carried me over to a bench press with a huge weight on its cross bar, sat down on the bench and placed me on her lap, holding me tightly against her powerfully muscled body. I wanted to snuggle up to her and lay my head on her shoulder, but she directed my attention to Joan and Bill, who was protesting against Joan's advances, and suggested that we were going to be in for some interesting and stimulating entertainment.

Joan laughed at Bill's protests, rose to her full height and, looming over him like the female colossus she was, inhaled deeply, raised both her arms and flexed her whole body, giving Bill a good look at her massive physique and powerful muscularity. I was amazed at the size of her flexed biceps, which looked to be at least 4 times the size of Bill's. The impact of her display on Bill was obvious; he looked scared to death, but he clenched both fists and tried to threaten Joan. She laughed again, stepped back and offered Bill a free chance to demonstrate his punching power.

As Joan stepped back and spread her arms in anticipation of his attack, Bill lunged forward and threw a flurry of hard punches against her unprotected, washboard-like midsection. As I had seen Bonnie do earlier, Joan absorbed his punches without noticeable effect, ridiculing his efforts with a casual smile decorating her lovely features. Her comments, however, produced raised eyebrows on Bonnie's beautiful face, and a promise to discuss them further with her best friend. Bill's frustration was evident, and he reared back to try another tactic.

With a quickness that I would have thought only a trained boxer could match, Bill threw a straight, hard left jab at Joan's jaw. But, quick as he was, Joan was quicker, With that same, loving smile decorating her beautiful features, she effortlessly caught his fist in her right hand and brought his punch up over a foot short with a suddenness that jarred his whole body. And then, to add insult to injury, she sweetly assured Bill that, if his blow had landed, the only result would have been a broken hand.

Then Joan did something completely unexpected. Still holding his fist in her right hand, she spun him completely around and pulled him against her, pinning both his arms to his sides with her left hand and cupping the back of his head with her right, and then lifted him completely off the floor and bent him backward in a long, passionate kiss that would have done justice to the Hollywood of the fifties! Bill, caught completely by surprise, was held so tightly that he couldn't even struggle. Bonnie's right hand, in the meantime, had wandered down from my chest to gently stroke my thighs and eventually slide under my shorts to fondle me intimately. The show Joan was putting on was definitely having the desired effect on both of us, and I was beginning to wonder how long it would be before both Bill and I would be carried up to the bedrooms!

When Joan finally released Bill from her passionate embrace, he staggered back against the wall and glared up at her. He was obviously furious at the humiliation Joan had inflicted on him, and apparently unwilling to accept the increasingly apparent fact that he was completely at this beautiful giantess' mercy. Wiping his mouth with one hand, he clenched a fist and announced that this encounter was over and that he was leaving, whether Joan liked it or not. Joan, for her part, challenged him to get past her.

Accepting the challenge, Bill charged forward like a raging bull, head first, at Joan, trying to use his head and shoulders to hit her in her midsection and knock her down. He might has well have been charging into a giant stone statue. Joan's body didn't move an inch, and Bill's head, neck and chest were bent backward by the impact. Indeed, had Bill not grabbed her around her thighs, he looked like he would have literally bounced off her and landed on his butt on the floor. Even more amazingly, Joan showed no effect in absorbing the impact of his 185 lb. frame on her body, and even laughed at his inability to do anything against her.

As Bill grabbed her thighs and tried desperately to lift or dislodge her, Joan grinned down at him and ridiculed his comparatively puny efforts. She made no effort to stop him; she didn't have to. No matter how hard he tried, Bill couldn't budge her giant body so much as an inch. I couldn't believe my eyes, lost in admiration for this mighty giantess, a reaction that, unfortunately, was not lost on Bonnie.

Finally tiring of Bill's futile efforts to dislodge her, Joan bent down and wrapped her right around around his waist and, straightening, lifted him bodily off the floor to hold him upside down in front of her as she announced that, to show him once and for all how truly defenseless he was against her vastly superior size and strength, she was going to play with him like the toy he was. As I watched in abject wonder at this mighty Amazon's power and prowess, I wondered aloud what she had in mind for her helpless male lover-to-be. Bonnie, however, knew pretty well what was coming next.

Before Bill could even begin to struggle, Joan effortlessly heaved him up and, shifting her right arm to his chest and grabbing his right ankle with her other hand, laid him face up across her massively broad and powerful shoulders. Bill's yelp of protest was ignored as Joan immediately completed her intended maneuvering of his helpless body.

Sliding her right hand under the small of Bill's back, Joan lifted him high in the air to hold him easily at arm's length over eight feet above the floor as her left hand continued to grip his right ankle to maintain balance. Bill was too terrified even to struggle. Joan laughed and proclaimed that, since she was the clear victor in their unequal contest, he now belonged to her to do with as she wished. Bonnie then suggested that it might be appropriate to apply an identifying brand or mark to Bill's body as evidence of her ownership of him. Joan eagerly agreed and prepared to do exactly that. I had to wonder what kind of brand these two Amazonian goddesses had in mind and whether Bonnie had a similar plan in mind for me.

Fortunately for both Bill and me there were no branding irons handy. Instead, Joan lowered Bill to her shoulders and then carefully slid his hapless body down her own until she could grasp both his legs and double him up with his back against her, his arms pinned helplessly to his sides, still nearly four feet off the floor. I heard a loud rip as his swimming trunks were shredded by his new and clearly uncomfortable position. What impressed me most, however, was the fact that even the combined strength of Bill's back, hips, thighs and legs were no match for the power of Joan's mighty arms. Then, maneuvering him so that she could reach the side of his neck with her mouth, she administered a long, powerful, sucking kiss to that area, guaranteed to leave him with a large, dark purple hickey. Bill could only protest feebly at this latest indignity. When she was finished, Joan lowered Bill to the floor to admire her handiwork from a distance as Bill, now totally cowed, backed fearfully away from her until his back was against the wall.

Now terrified, Bill begged Joan to stop toying with him and promised to do whatever she wanted, but it was obvious that the fear of further humiliation at Joan's hands, rather than acceptance of her domination of him, was behind his change of attitude. That was not what Joan wanted, so she proposed a different tack: a bet so obviously tilted in Bill's favor that he could not refuse, although I had to wonder if the odds were as obvious as they seemed. It quickly became apparent that they were not.

Joan immediately lowered her arm and, moving slowly, almost casually, forward, pointed her forefinger directly at Bill's exposed navel. As she announced what she was going to do, Bill panicked, tried to duck away, but was quickly cornered by Joan, and then grabbed her forefinger with his right hand and her wrist with his left and strained with all his might to bend her finger back and stop her slow, relentless advance. Amazingly, using all the strength of both his arms and hands, he was unable to either bend her forefinger or impede her advance, and Joan showed no sign of any effort as she pinned him to the wall with her one finger.

Joan then applied screwing motions to his navel, obviously causing Bill intense discomfort. I learned later from Bonnie, something she had also told Joan, that Bill's stomach, while capable of absorbing most punches in the boxing ring (except, of course, blows from Bonnie or Joan), was extremely sensitive to any other kind of direct physical contact, and the sensation of having a finger screwing into his naval was unbearable to him. Unable to resist her pressure, he begged Joan to stop and finally had no choice but to give in with the required surrender.

Being so easily overpowered and forced to surrender in this way finally convinced Bill that he had no choice but to submit to Joan's advances, and his crestfallen expression told Joan all she needed to know. She reached out to take Bill in her arms, wrapping her powerful arms around his lower chest, pulling him to her and lifting him several inches off the floor, where she could look lovingly down into his eyes without stooping. Bill initially raised his hands to resist, but quickly realized the futility of resistance and, unable to look Joan in the eye, lowered his head in shame as he agreed to be her boy friend for the summer. Joan's response, however, was not calculated to placate Bill's injured pride, and I had to wonder if she had undermined her success in convincing him to submit to her, and what his reaction would be to her comment. It took only a few minutes for all of us to find out.

Bill then asked permission to go to the bathroom. Joan set him down and released him and then stepped over to the bench where I was sitting on Bonnie's lap to express her approval of the result of her session and her deep affection for Bill. None of us, however, saw Bill sneak up behind Joan with a large iron bar he'd found somewhere, cocked and ready to strike, until we heard his snarling response to her earlier characterization of him. Obviously Bill's training was not quite over.

TO BE CONTINUED