Princess Kimberly

Princess Kimberly, pt. 1: Brother no more

By Violet Violence

Little sister subjugates her brother through careful planning and some ballbusting

Adults only.

"Is that what I think it is?" asked Phil excited. "Yes," answered Pete, "a two hundred dollar mp3-player. I can convert all my CDs on the hard drive. How cool is that?" "But how did you get the money?" asked Phil bewildered. "Heh, I stole it from my parents. Little by little of course, they don't suspect anything."

Pete and Phil were neighbours and best buddies. At fifteen years old they were spending the last summer before high school hanging around in town, doing all kind of mischief and harassing girls. They thought they had it pretty good actually. However Pete's 14-year old little sister Kimberly happened to pass by his brother's room and hear just enough to make her blush with anticipation.

Finally an opportunity to get even with her bullying brother. The siblings didn't get along at all, and Kimberly was often left with bruises in her body and ego. But now the much needed leverage fell into her hands. She went to her room to weave her plans and to wait Phil to leave. "I want some time alone with my brother" she thought with a devilish grin on her face.

After a few hours Phil left, leaving Kimberly and Pete alone in the house. It

was Friday and their parents were on a weekend trip so Kimberly had the

privacy and the time she needed to execute her plan. She knocked on his door.

"What is it now, you little cow? I'm somewhat busy so leave me alone," shouted

Pete through the door. "Guess you're busy with that new gizmo. I happened to

hear your conversation with Phil and would very much like to have a little

chat with you," she replied with a very irritating tone. Pete's heart jumped,

he knew he was screwed. "I- I think you'd better come in then" he replied

awkwardly.

Kimberly entered the room with knowing expression on her face. She stood in

front of her brother, meeting his uneasy gaze. Both stood around 170 cm tall.

Kimberly had the face of an angel and shapely yet thin body just starting to

blossom. She wore a blue knee high skirt and a pink hoodie. Pete wasn't bad

looking himself, but her sister was among the most popular girls in their

school and a real looker. This made Pete just more irritated with her. "Is it

money you want or what?" he asked opening the game. "I don't want your stolen

money. Here are the terms: you do everything I tell you to for the rest of the

weekend. Otherwise I'm afraid that I have to tip mum and dad about your theft.

What kind of son would do a thing like that to his parents?" she said with

pretended awe in her voice. "Fuck you Kimberly. You tell them and I break your

nose. Now get the hell out of my room." He was bluffing and she knew that.

"Sorry, but the terms aren't negotiable. You do what I tell you to, or I'll

tell the parents and you're off to a boarding school. Got it? In the matter of

fact you'll be my slave. I really like that word, "slave". Mm-m, it feels

great in my mouth."

Pete was aware of his hopeless situation and dropped his act. He began with a

more friendly tone: "Ok sis, what's it gonna be? I'll clean your room and do

the dishes for the weekend. I'll even throw in a few sandwiches. How about

that?" Kimberly smiled. "How about you begin by taking your clothes off.

Slaves don't wear clothes in this house. But leave your undies on, I don't

want to see your little weenie." Pete was astonished. He instinctively started

towards her sister, fists clenched but stopped after a few steps. She was

smiling triumphantly. "Let's just say that I got you by the balls, big

brother. Even you're not stupid enough to not understand the situation. The

clothes, big brother, now!

Pete swallowed his pride. He would get even with her sister, but this wasn't

the time. Unable to meet her dominant gaze, he averted his eyes and began to

strip. When he was in his boxers, Kimberly told him to lie on the floor on his

belly. Pete felt something cold around his wrists and heard two snaps. She had

applied handcuffs to his wrists. "What the fuck are you doing, sis?" he

panicked. "I would be a little more careful with my choice of words and tone

if I were in you're position. I'm just making sure that you don't get any

funny ideas. Let's just say that I don't trust in your total obedience. Not

yet, that is."

Something dark in her little sister's voice made Pete really uneasy. He heard

her removing his belt from his pants. "Slaves have to be house broken,

naturally" she said, and lashed her brothers behind with the leather belt.

Pete winced. "You fucking bitch! Are you out of your fucking mind?" Kimberly

just giggled and gave his butt ten lashes more. Each was followed by screams

and obscenities from his brother's mouth. "You're a tough guy, I gotta give

that to you. But you got to learn to respect your little sister. In the matter

of fact, from now on you address me as Princess Kimberly, slave boy. I want to

hear you say "I'm Princess Kimberly's slave boy". Say it!" she shouted and

encouraged her brother with a good ten lashes more. To her disappointment the

only sound to escape her brother's lips was repressed bleating. "You got some

balls, boy slave. I think we'll pay a little attention to them next," she said

and giggled to her witty choice of words. Pete started to drag himself

desperately away from his sister who concluded that her choice of target was

right. "So, it's the balls that are his most sensitive part. This shall be

fun," she thought to herself licking her lips enthusiastically. "You look so

pathetic, boy slave, trying to wriggle away are you? Fat chance. Just say "I'm

your slave Princess Kimberly" and we can avoid this unnecessary violence."

"Fuck you bitch, let me go!" he shouted. It was the kind of answer Kimberly

really wanted to hear. She started to turn her brother over to his back.

Having succeeded in this she stood on chest, preventing Pete to turn over. He

swore and trash but couldn't budge her. The handcuffs hurt under his back and

he had no leverage with his hands trapped. "No peeking!" giggled his sister,

knowing that Pete had a view under her skirt. She lashed his balls with the

leather belt, quite gently really, but the effect was more than she could have

hoped for: Pete let out a long wail and succumbed to Kimberly immediately.

"Please Princess Kimberly I'm your slave please please don't hurt me

please..." Kimberly was giddy with joy. "Sorry, boy slave, you have to take

one more to compensate your previous disrespect. Just open your legs wide and

expose those vulnerable little balls." Pete was desperate. He put his thighs

together and tried to protect his genitals and begged Kimberly to stop. "I'll

rip your balls right off if you don't obey. Come on, it won't be so bad," she

cooed and stomped his chest with her bare foot. Pete broke in tears and did as

her sister told her. She felt a new, warm sensation between her legs as she

heard Pete's sobs. She gave her brother's boxer covered balls without mercy

and stepped off him.

She drank the sight of her quivering sibling with great pleasure. He was

totally at her mercy, and she didn't have any to spare. Apart from the

satisfaction of vengeance, a new feeling was getting hold of her. She felt her

nipples get hard and hers panties moisten. "On your feet, slave!" she snapped

and Pete complied instantly. The task was harder to carry out though, with his

hands cuffed behind his back and his head foggy with pain. Finally he stood in

front of her, in his boxers, head hung and sobbing. "So these are the most

vulnerable part of a man," she said gripping Pete's balls through his boxers.

He winced, she giggled. "Feeling helpless? Feeling afraid, little boy? Afraid

of your little sister? How about if I crushed these little ballsies?" Between

his sobs Pete begged her not to. "Maybe I'll save them. You'd make a great boy

toy for Jill, maybe I give you to her? Pete's sobs got more frequent. Jill was

Kimberly's best friend, a posh little bitch who irritated Pete more than

Kimberly, if that was even possible. "Of course I'll have to check the

merchandise before giving a present to my best friend, right?" She giggled as

she reached for scissors and cut of his boxers exposing his balls and limp

penis. "Such a pathetic little weenie! Jill wouldn't have nothing to do with

that," she said while slapping Pete's limp penis. "That gives me an idea! Lets

go to my room, slave," she said while using her brother's belt to leash his

genitals. "Now I got you by the balls literally as well. Tee hee! On your

knees, doggie!" Pete complied and Kimberly pulled the belt making Pete scream

and fall forward to his hands and knees. "Follow!" she ordered and pulled the

sobbing boy to her room.

There was a post supporting the roof in the middle of Kimberly's room. She

tied Pete from his handcuffs to it with stockings. Pete couldn't do anything

but stand naked and ashamed in front of her sister and wait her to finish her

sadistic plans. She took her time, admiring her handiwork from the comfort of

her bed and taking photos of him with her digital camera, giggling. "You must

think that I'm being very cruel and unfair," she finally said. "However, I

will give you a fair chance to free yourself." He raised his head and looked

her sister expectantly. "In the matter of fact you don't have to do anything,"

she said stripping her sweater slowly. "Just keep your little weenie limp in

front of your little sister. I don't even get to touch you. How about that?"

She continued while taking off her jeans. "She must be out of her mind,"

thought Pete to himself. "She is my little sister, and an annoying piece of

shit in addition. This is easy", he thought and nodded to Kimberly, who was

beginning her striptease. Kimberly smiled wickedly as she adjusted her pink

push-up bra and matching panties 'she made sure to pull her panties to tight

that her ass and wet, swollen pussy lips wouldn't go unnoticed. She was a

virgin and sexually inexperienced, but she was very well aware of the effect

her perfect round ass and pert C-cup breasts had on men. She loved to tease

the guys in their school, paying attention to the bulges that appeared in

their pants after a moment of chat with her cleavage. She instinctively knew

that this was a great power, and decided to break and humiliate her brother

completely with it. "After all, the penis is what makes boys to be boys, the

symbol of their power. I'll take that away from him, control him through it.

After I break his ego with his penis, I can brake whatever I want to," she

thought to herself, purring like a cat in heat. Her brother's confidence soon

turned to poorly hidden desire: as hard as it was to admit, her sister was a

stunning sight. His desire turned to hate, and his hate to fear. Mixed

feelings raced in his mind as her sister circled the post, letting every curve

of her body to sink in, taking sadistic pleasure with every sway of hips,

knowing the pain and horror it caused to her brother. "Yes!" she thought with

glee as she saw Pete's penis slowly start to twitch, "He's mine". She circled

her brother a few more times, making the pleasure of manipulation and power

last longer. Finally she stopped in front of him, turning her back to him.

Then, only half a meter away from him, she started to reach her toes with her

fingers. "Just stretching out, boy slave," she said. The pink fabric of her

panties tightened and exposed the moisture and her pussy lips to the boy.

She turned to face him triumphantly to, but the boy still had some fight left:

he just waited there, limp penis lightly throbbing and eyes closed, trying to

escape to the sanctuary of darkness. "Ha! I can play dirty too, you know," she

said stepped closer to him. She could smell her fear and sweat, which was

shining on his desperate face, and she knew he could smell her excitement. She

put her lips to his ear and started to make fake moans just like the women in

trashy porn flicks she had found in his room. Pete was crushed but still tried

to fight the sadistic girl with all willpower left. Between her orgastic

moaning Kimberly said things like "would you like me to touch it?" and "give

in, weak male, and I'll lick it". Pete tried to escape this sexual predator

into the darkness, but it was no use. Throb by throb, moan by moan, she was

playing him like an instrument. A devilish giggle and the twitching of his

penis against his belly told him that he had lost. "Aww, you poor little boy.

Looks like your mine. It is only right though because I seem to control your

body better than you do. How humiliating, I am your sister you know! Pathetic

pervert." Pete quietly sobbed with shame.

Kimberly knew that this wasn't a sibling fight anymore. This was a battle

between the sexes, and the female was the conqueror. "I must apologize the

comments I made about your weenie before. I didn't know it would get so much

bigger," she giggled. She studied the throbbing stately organ with awe. Soon

pre-cum began to develop on the tip of the penis. "Disgusting! What is that?"

She asked him with genuine wonder in her voice. She wiped the precum with the

end of the cock leash, careful not to touch the penis with her fingers. She

made Pete lick the leash clean, threating to crack his testicles if he

wouldn't obey. As he finally did, she felt a rush of moisture between her

thighs. She wanted to push his brother to his limits, to really break his ego.

She dipped her finger in her pussy and made him suck the juices off it. He

sobbed and begged her to stop, but this only excited Kimberly more. Her

cleavage seemed to keep his penis hard and throbbing for release. Kimberly

used this to humiliate and taunt him further, rubbing her tits together inches

away from her brothers face, forcing him to watch, and commenting the

increased pace of throbs whenever she exposed a nipple. After she got tired of

this she cut Pete loose from post but kept the cuffs on. She sat on her bed

and started to finger her clit, pulling Pete on the floor by the leash. He

responded with a sigh of agony and fell on his knees. Amused by this, Kimberly

began to pull the leash rhythmically, enjoying her brother's whining and,

finally, panting. She knew what she was doing to him: in his porn films men

always pumped their cocks and sprayed women's faces with their sperm, a word

that she had catched in a human biology lesson. "Enjoying this, are you?" she

asked. Pete broke into tears once more. "Please, Princess Kimberly, I'll do

anything. Just don't make me...just don't..." forcing her brother to suck her

toes simultaneously, looking into his tearstained eyes, controlling him with

the cockleash, enjoying the power. He wasn't her brother anymore, he was an

enslaved male, a boy toy, his balls her spoils of the gender war. "If I come

before you I just might show you some mercy", she said while quickening her

tugs. He started to moan between her sighs, her toes in his mouth. His

resistance lasted for two minutes. She licked her lips when she felt the warm

liquid spraying against her leg, feeling the twitches of his body, his

ultimate surrender and humiliation. She let out and evil giggle which turned

into orgastic squeal when she brought herself to the night's first climax.

After making Pete lick her legs clean of his cum, she opened the handcuffs.

She was now sure of his complete emasculation and servitude. She had broken

him physically, overpowered him with her sexual power and outwitted him with

her cruel mind. "The parents

won't be home until Sunday. That leaves us alone for two days. Don't even

think of running away, unless if you wish me to spread the photos and tell mum

and dad about your acquisition. I got you, boy, I got you good. Now get the

hell out of my room!" He crawled to the corridor. She followed him to the

treshold. "Face me!" She yelled. "Kiss my feet goodnight!" He obeyed. "Turn

around!" she barked commands with new found authority. "Spread your legs,

slave. Expose those vulnerable balls so I can kick them." He begged for mercy,

but still obeyed. She waited a few seconds, enjoying her brothers pathetic

whines and them kicked his genitals, leaving him crying on the corridor floor.

Kimberly lay on her bead and stared at the ceiling, thoughts whirling in her

head. She had fingered herself to orgasm already three times. She imagined a

boy between her thighs, a boy slave for her to use. Pete was still her brother

and she felt that raping him would be a bit too much, although the idea had

passed her horny mind. She fantasised about the cute guys in her class. She

fantasised about breaking them, subjugating them with her new found girl power

and using them for things she didn't know names for. "We have the whole

weekend for ourselves though," she thought while reaching her fourth orgasm,

giggling to herself. She knew she was mad with power, but she couldn't have

cared less.

Pete was crying out of pain and humiliation. His balls were in pain, but the

sexual torture was the worst to get over, it made him feel so weak and dirty.

Her sister had set a perfect trap for him and he was entangled in her web. But

his fear had already started to turn to hate and plans for a revenge developed

in his bleak thoughts.