Beaten By Barbara by Hardie Knox, the neighbourhood bully, is emasculated by his younger sister. (This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only.) NB This is a very belated sequel to "Bullies Beaten" and "Anne Beats Boys", both of which can be found in my bookshelf. I thank those of you who have encouraged me to write this sequel. "Anne Beats Boys" finished as follows:- ............................ Bruised, battered and humiliated, Knox slunk home. When his sister, Barbara, asked the stumbling, beaten boy what the matter was, all his frustrations exploded on the unsuspecting girl. Knox was violently rude to her and threatened to smash her face in. After the beating he'd received from Anne, it was not a good time for him to pick a fight with anyone, not even his younger sister, as he was soon to find out. ........ .......... Cont. Knox had chosen to go home via the back garden, trying to avoid being seen as he slunk home from the beating he'd received from Anne. And here was his stupid little sister putting out bread crumbs for the stupid little birds. All his frustration, all his anger at being beaten by a girl focused on the slight female figure of his innocent younger sister. "Mind your own fucking business, you useless little bitch, or I'll smash in your stupid, ugly face. Now get out of my fucking way!" Momentarily shocked at the violent response of her older brother, Barbara almost moved aside. Then she felt a surge of excitement course through her young body. She could see that the boy was in a bad way, spattered with his own blood, eyes puffed out from being hit and made to cry. His whole body language told her he was a long way from the powerfully strong, arrogant boy who was the terror of the neighbourhood. For years she had been at the mercy of her brother's nasty nature. Now, she realised, was the perfect opportunity to fight back. Bravely the slender young girl faced up to the menacing figure of her tall, huskily built brother. She stood with legs apart, hands on hips, half formed breasts thrusting forward against the fabric of her white, cotton halter top and summoned all her resolve to take him on. It looked like a total mismatch. A twelve year-old girl of five foot nothing against a sixteen year-old boy who was at least twelve inches taller and almost twice her weight. Knox was, in fact, well developed for his age, with a deep chest, wide, muscular shoulders and powerfully muscled arms and legs. Proud of his physique, the boy spent a couple of evenings a week working out at the gym, building up his muscles, developing his strength. Barbara had just reached puberty and was beginning to develop into a curvaceous young teenager. Although small in stature, her body was nicely proportioned and her legs had already formed into the smoothly curved limbs of a growing girl. She also went to a gym, the school gym. Here, Ms Cartwright taught the girls self- defence, and two older girls, Anne and Kelly, helped the younger ones develop their fighting skills. Still, the massive figure of her brother, an all-powerful male, towered over her! "Don't you dare threaten me, you.you..bully!" She could hardly believe she was saying this, standing up for herself against the tall, well muscled, powerfully built older boy. Knox's head swam. Not only had he been beaten up already that day by a thirteen year-old girl, now his pathetic little chit of a twelve year-old sister whom he'd dominated all her life was standing there in open defiance of him. His temper snapped. The strapping young man let fly with his fist at the face of the defiant little girl. Barbara saw the punch coming and jerked back out of the way. Her heel caught against the kerb stone bordering the lawn and the girl stumbled backwards and sprawled on the grass. Her short, grey skirt rode up around the girl's slender waist, exposing her navy-blue cotton briefs and shapely, tanned legs. Knox grunted in triumph. The girl was helpless. All he wanted to do was smash her female face, make her sorry for defying him and get his own back for all the humiliation he'd suffered at the hands of the other girl he'd fought that day! But Barbara was far from beaten. Her head was perfectly clear as she saw the massive bulk of the boy about to descend on her. The lessons she'd learned from Ms Cartwright, Anne and Kelly were foremost in her mind. Ms Cartwright had taught the girls.. "...being on the ground is good. It is a good place from which to attack. This is what to do.." Barbara's leg bent double so that her knee almost touched her chin, then snapped upwards as Knox went to sit astride the girl and pound her into submission. He was wide open. A female foot smacked into tender male balls:- balls which had already been savagely damaged by another girl's assault. Knox's body convulsed as the agony of the girl's kick shot through his brain. The boy's body collapsed on top of his sister, his hands clutching at his tortured testicles as he sprawled over her tiny frame. Barbara gasped as her brother's huge body smashed the air from her lungs. Momentarily winded, she lay under her brother's heavy frame gulping down air, terrified in case he could take advantage of the situation. Desperately the girl wriggled free and scuttled out from under the injured male, anxious to escape before he could grab her. For a moment Knox was too badly hurt to appreciate the position he was in, actually pinning his female opponent to the ground with his body. And, by the time he realised what was happening it was too late. His hands lunged for the squirming figure of his little sister, but she was already gone. Scrambling well out of reach of the frustrated boy, Barbara tried to control her breathing and let her head clear itself. Knox was recovering from her kick and was staring at her with a malicious hatred which caused a shiver of fear to run down the little girl's spine. She had never before encountered such malevolence and knew that the only way she could avoid serious injury was to win this fight. She, a slim, nubile, little girl had to beat a massive, powerfully muscled boy, and beat him into total submission in order to destroy him as a threat to her well-being once and for all. Summoning all her courage, the brave, young girl got to her feet and faced up to her mighty, male adversary. The boy was incensed. This little slip of a girl had not only stood up to him, but had had the temerity to kick him in his very sensitive testicles. His mighty frame shook with rage as he rose to his full height, then, with a bellow of rage, charged at the girl, throwing punches at her innocent young face with malignant fury. Somehow, Barbara kept her wits about her. Ducking and weaving as she'd been taught in Ms Cartwright's self defence class, the nimble little girl danced away from the ponderous punches of the raging male fighter. And she soon began to realise that her big, strong brother was rapidly running out of steam! Knox's stamina was gone. The beating he'd taken from Anne, both physically and sexually, was taking its toll. After one flurry of malignant male aggression, the boy began to fade. The girl could hardly believe it when her brother's assault suddenly lost its momentum and his swing floundered as he gasped for breath. Barbara seized her opportunity and went on the attack. Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, the girl, pony tail bobbing behind her, ripped her tiny female fists into the boy's face, stinging him to even wilder attempts of retaliation as she finally fought back. They stood toe to toe; massively muscled male against lithe, nubile female; shapely little girl against strong, powerful boy as each fought for superiority. Two of Barbara's friends had called round to see her. Now they stood transfixed as they watched the fight. At first they were filled with trepidation at the sight of a slightly built girl taking on a great ox of a boy, but now they could see that, as boy and girl threw punches at each other in this battle of the sexes, it was the girl who was winning. Skilfully Barbara avoided the boy's ponderous swings which were getting heavier by the minute, and drilled her own tiny fists into the boy, confusing him, sucking the strength from his mighty male frame as she kept up a relentless barrage of frighteningly fast attacks. Barbara's friends gasped as they watched this hunk of a boy being totally outfought by the chit of a girl. As the flashing female fists took their toll, the boy's head drooped. Already severely weakened by the hammering he'd taken from Anne, Knox had little left with which to fight his young sister. His heavily muscled arms flopped by his sides and his once powerful legs began to tremble with fatigue under the deadly young girl's barrage of blows. Tears flowed from the broken boy's swollen eyes as he found himself backed up against the garden shed. With cool efficiency, the girl hit the helpless boy with metronomic regularity. Smack.. smack.. smack.. smack.. smack.. female fists speared into his wilting male body as his little sister took her revenge for all his years of bullying her until her own arms began to tire. It was time for her to end the fight. Contemptuously, the terrible little tomboy held her wretched male adversary by throat with one hand. He was sobbing uncontrollably. His head hung down onto his barrel-like manly chest. His whole magnificent frame sagged in abject defeat and his legs began to buckle under him. "What a useless fighter you are, big brother," she taunted. "A big, strong boy who gets beaten up by little girls!! Now I'm going to finish you off, so you'll NEVER BULLY ME AGAIN!" "N..no! P.please..," the terrified, exhausted boy's pleas for mercy turned into a haunting howl of agony as the girl coldly picked her target and drove her dainty knee up between the boy's muscular thighs into his dangling balls. Disdainfully, the callous little girl let her brother's huge body collapse to the ground. He lay at her feet, curled up in agony, sobbing with pain and fear, a boy beaten up by a girl. Barbara was elated. She'd beaten him. Her big, strong bully of a brother was finished, lying at her feet. She, a timid little girl had destroyed an older, bigger, stronger boy in a fight! She put her foot on the beaten boy's neck and raised her arms in triumph. The girl spectators applauded with glee, feeling their young loins begin to melt at the erotic vision of a shapely young amazon posing in victory over the shattered body of her defeated male opponent. For a moment, Barbara felt some compassion for the beautifully muscled young man she'd brought down with her deadly little female fists. Then she thought of all the times her nasty, big brother had bullied her to distraction and made her life a misery. She needed more than victory. She needed to destroy the boy's spirit, shatter his male ego, emasculate him and subjugate her brother to the will of a girl! She kicked him in the kidneys. Then the callous little girl stomped her foot down on the helpless boy's ankle. He screamed. She kicked him in the head. By this time Knox was crying like a baby, but no one was feeling any sympathy for him. The spectators knew what a bully he was and had sometimes suffered at his hands. Now they were enjoying seeing him receiving his comeuppance at the hands of his little sister. Barbara kicked the boy onto his back and, hiking up her short grey skirt, straddled his heaving chest. The girl could hardly believe how much she was enjoying her destruction of this strapping, powerful male fighter. In a few furious minutes she had gone from being a timid, submissive victim to a self-assured girl warrior. The girl held her sobbing victim by the throat. "Look at me, brother!" she hissed. "NOW!" She smacked him across the face with her open palm. Fearfully the boy complied, beseeching the girl with his half-closed, tear-filled eyes to stop beating him up. "Good boy!" Tiny breasts swelling with triumph, the girl smiled into her brother's eyes as she reached behind her, slid her hand between the boy's legs and grasped his aching balls. "Now listen carefully, brother boy," she said contemptuously, giving his balls an exploratory squeeze, "and do exactly what I tell you. I know where your little boy's balls are, and be very sure I'll give them one awful kicking if you disobey your lovely little sister. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BOY?" Utterly defeated, Knox could only nod his acceptance. Barbara's hand clamped over his balls like a vice. He cried out in agony, sobs wracking his mighty frame as he lay helpless in the girl's grasp. "I said 'DO YOU UNDERSTAND?' DO YOU?" "Y..yes," the boy replied in a despairing wail. "Say, 'Yes Barbara, I understand!'" teased the girl, enjoying her power, enjoying the feel of a boy's balls in her small female hand, enjoying having her mighty brother at her mercy! "Y..yes B..b.barbara, I u..under..st..stand," stammered the boy. He was completely beaten. He had no will power left. His once sweet little sister had knocked the fighting spirit out of his massive, muscular frame, and now he was resigned to his fate, a fate which would be decided by the deadly little girl who had smashed him to defeat. "Good!" purred the girl. "Now when I tell you to go I want you to crawl into the house. Understand, crawl into the house!" Her hand tightened on the boy's aching balls. "Y.. yes B.. Barabara," sobbed the broken boy, "I under.. st. stand!" "Now you're getting the idea, boy!" Barbara squeezed his balls once more, rejoicing as her beaten adversary moaned piteously in masculine anguish. "Once you're in the house, go to the utility room. Take off all your clothes. Get a pair of mother's nice, cotton panties from the laundry basket and put them on. Go into the kitchen and wait!! Do you understand, big brother dear?" The boy answered in a daze of despair. "Yes..(sob).Barbara..(sob). I.(sob).. understand." His body shook with shame as tears poured from his bruised, blackened eyes. With a final squeeze and savage twist of the helpless young man's balls, the girl rose gracefully to her feet and stood over him for a moment, gazing down at the shattered hulk of the brother who'd bullied her for so many years, Well, it was her turn now! "Crawl to the house. Go to the utility room. Take off your clothes. Put on a pair of knickers and wait for me in the kitchen. You have two minutes. GO!" Painfully, hardly knowing what he was doing, the devastated male crawled on his hands and knees into the house. As he disappeared, the girl spectators applauded the victory of their cute little tomboy friend who had beaten up a boy. Barbara bowed in reply, wondering what would happen. Surely her great big brute of a brother would never obey such demeaning orders as she had just issued! She thought he'd either lock himself in his own room and sulk until he got over his thrashing, or run out the front door and go and lick his wounds somewhere she couldn't find him, or even grab a weapon of some sort and come out and attack her. After all, he was a boy, a young male warrior and she was only a fragile little girl. Surely no proud young man would be so craven as to do what she'd told him. Well, there was only one way to find out! "Can we come in with you?" Alice and Sharon, Barbara's friends, asked breathlessly. Both girls were filled with curiosity and couldn't wait to see how the big bully of a boy would react to the hiding he'd been given by the girl. "Sure," said Barbara. She was inwardly very glad to have some support, as she didn't know what to expect once she went into the house. She needn't have worried. Knox was standing in the kitchen as instructed, head bowed, shoulders heaving as anguished sobs wracked his magnificent male body. Naked, he looked even more formidable than he did when he was dressed! Muscles bunched on the boy's shoulders. Biceps bulged from powerful arms. A drum of a chest loomed over beautifully defined stomach muscles; muscles showing the bruising they'd received from the little girl's fists. The beaten boy's thighs were as thick as the girl's waist, and between his thighs, thrusting his mother's knickers out like a horizontal pole in a tent of cotton, was the enormous erection of a throbbing, teenage male cock. Barbara could hardly contain her elation. She had won! She had fought and beaten her magnificently muscled brother! The big, strong, male fighter was doing exactly as she told him, standing before her, head down, whipped by a girl. And he had a hardon! "Look at his cock!" said Alice in awe. "It's enormous! Can we see it please, Barbs?" "Of course," said Barbs, preening in her new role of subjugator of boys. She moved sinuously to her brother, and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "Get your head up!" she ordered. "Look at me when I'm talking to you! Put your hands on top of your head and get your legs apart!" The trembling boy obeyed. "Right," said Barbara, looking up at her brother with total disdain, "now don't you dare move!" Slowly the girl reached forward and pulled the cotton briefs down over the boy's straining cock. The girls gasped as the boy's huge member sprang into view. Alice gulped. "C..can I touch it?" she asked nervously. She felt a little uncomfortable seeing a big, strong boy being outfought and totally dominated by a much smaller girl. Boys were supposed to be the 'superior' sex and she was confounded by seeing such a beautifully muscled young man being utterly humiliated by a girl! However, she'd never had the opportunity to touch a big boy's cock before, and she trembled with excitement as she felt his mighty frame tense as her female fingers closed over the boy's throbbing shaft. The girl had hardly laid her hands on the boy's cock when he thrust his pelvis backwards and forwards. His whole body stiffened, then he shuddered. His body subsided and his male milk spurted from him as he came in great, body-heaving bursts. Alice jumped back in alarm, wondering what she'd done. But Barbara's eyes gleamed with knowing satisfaction. Her big, powerful bully of a brother had found the ultimate sexual gratification of being emasculated by a girl. She knew he was no longer a threat. She knew that from now on she, the girl, was in control of this large, powerful boy. She intended to enjoy her superiority to the full! .......................