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The Brady war
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the Brady's go to war against each other
originally posted in dtv on july 2004
has been slightly redone, the story is based on the fictional charectors from the 70s tv series the beady bunch.



Mike Brady called his whole family into the dining room for a meeting.

"What's this all about" asked Peter

"just sit down and I will explain”, Mike said.

"Where's Alice” questioned Cindy.

"Just sit down and let me talk”, Mike said again his voice getting a lot
louder.

Carol and the girls, Marcia 18, Jan 16 and Cindy 14 sat on one end of the large
dinning room table. Mike and his boys Greg 19, Peter 17 and bobby 15 sat on
the other side.

"All right then now that every one is seated let’s get started" Mike said
forcefully. "As you are all aware of, for the past six years since this family
has been together I have been the sole bread winner in this family, providing
for every ones needs while your mother has done nothing. Carols jaw dropped
down with shock. She could not believe what mike had just said. The girls
looked over toward their mother with grief as the 3 boys giggled.

"I've even provided a house keeper(Alice)because your mother stays home all
day and does nothing but watch television and chat on the phone with her feminist
friends” Mike said.

"Now just one minute” Carol replied angrily as she rose from her chair.

"Just let me please finish “mike said, looking straight into the eyes of Carol
The boy’s giggles had now turned into laughter, the girls were giving the boys
deadly stares.

"I have decided to take an early retirement “Mike continued," I have enough
money saved and a reasonable pension to be able to make this happen. But there
will have to be cuts, first thing as you all probably have noticed by now, I
have dismissed our maid Alice.

"But daddy why" Cindy cried.

"There is no money for that, so Carol you and your girls are going to have to do
all the house work from now on". Mike felt proud as he looked at the stunned
girls facial expressions. "Since i took you four girls into this house six years ago, you
ladies have done absolutely nothing to contribute to this household, all you
girls have done is freeload". the female side of the table stared seriously
and angrily at the male side who were smiling and giggling

"Secondly”, Mike continued while surveying the females, "as you know Greg has
started college this year and Marcia was scheduled to start next year".

"WAS" Marcia interrupted angrily, "what do you mean was".

"what I mean is that you and your sisters wont be going to college, I have no
money for that, there is only enough money for my boys to attend college. The
boys laughed openly as their father finished that sentence. "And thirdly"

"That’s it I've had enough” Carol said fuming as she rose from her chair. “lets
go upstairs girls".

"I am not finished".

"FUCK YOU" Carol cried. The four girls continued angrily up the stairs and
into the girl’s bedroom, while being laughed and mocked at by the boys.

"Way to go dad “Bobby expressed happily.

"That's finally telling them" cheered Peter

"Yeah,"said Greg “ever since those girls moved in with us they have been trying
to take over the house".

"I know you boys have been thru a lot over the last six years, but that's over
with now. It has been high time I put my foot down as the master in this house
and those females in their proper place”. Said the 44-year-old mike. The men
still complaining among each other about the females, left the dinning room
and walked into the larger living room, which is the largest open space in the
house.

"Who the hell do they think they are talking to us like that.” fumed Carol.

"Its not fair those boys get everything they want." crewed Marcia.

"They are always bullying us around. “added Jan.

"they think they own us.” Cindy said angrily. “they always want to boss us
around."

"This is war girls."Janet said in a battle cry. "This is were your martial
arts training you have been secretly learning for the last five years is going
to pay off, now lets get dressed and ready for battle.

"Yes".the girls yelled simultaneously

"What the hell is all that racket going on upstairs."Peter said curiously.

"It sounds like the girls are fighting among themselves.” Mike said listening
to the commotion upstairs. "They are probably blaming each other for not doing
enough around the house in the last few years, you boys will see in a few
moments those girls will come down here crying and apologizing for the way
they have been".

"I hope so." said Greg. "Its time those girls learned that we are in charge."

Carol put on her grey jogging shorts and matching top, both pieces hugged her
body like a glove.

At 39, Carol had the body and shape of a girl in her early 20's with her flat
stomach, long curves legs and perfect bosoms. Marcia threw on a orange wrap
around skirt with yellow flowers ,she tied the short skirt on her left side
with the split going up to her thigh, the material was really thin and her
crotch could be easily seen, she then put on a white buttoned shirt which was
rolled up above her belly. Marcia appeared to be an awesome form of femininity
ready for battle. Jan wore only blue cotton briefs, which molded to her bottom
perfectly, then she slipped on a pink tank top which was tight and exposed her
belly, with the words girl power printed in black and the female emblem below
the lettering and on the back of her tank top, the very sexy 16 year old
looked like a wildcat ready for action. Cindy wore a blue and light grey
checkered school uniform style mini skirt with a plain white t shirt which
fitted her loosely, the pretty little girl resembled a relaxed school girl on
her lunch break.

"Okay girls now lets go down there and teach those males who the superior sex
is. For the past five years we have been going to martial arts training while
the were thinking we were doing ballet."Carol spoke artily.

"There going to be in for a big surprise.” Marcia said proudly. The other girls
smiled and laughed with Marcia.

"Lets go girls". Carol shouted.

"GIRL POWER" the girls yelled as they left the room and continued down the
stairs.

Mike and the boys watched the top of the stairwell as the girls glided down
the stairs looking pretty confident about something. What in heavens could
they be up to Mike wondered. When the girls reached the bottom they
immediately started clearing some furniture out of the way and Carol strutted
towards Mike. She stopped about ten feet from him, legs spread and hands on
her hips, looking him straight in the eyes. "No one talks to me and the girls
and gets away with it". Carol said composedly. "We fight right here right
now".

"What the hell are you talking about". Mike said slowly.

"What I mean dick head is that you and I are going to have a physical fight
right now". Carol said loudly and confidently.

"Your joking Carol you know id kill you in a fight”. Mike said chuckled and
brushing his right at Carol as he turned his back to her and started to walk
away.

"Mikes scared to fight mom”. The girls said simultaneously laughing.

"Come on dad don't be scared". Greg said sadly.

"I am not scared ". Mike said loudly.

'Teach her a lesson". Pete said.

"Yea teach her a lesson". Continued bobby. Mike stared at the boys in
disbelief and was about to say something then Carol suddenly spoke.

"Why don't you come here and fight like a man, if you are man". Carol said
smirking. This angered Mike he walked toward Carol and yelled. "Now you listen
here I am the man of this house, it is my house and what I say is final, there
is no need for arguing or fighting". When Mike got to within reaching distance
of Carol she let him have it with a quick one two right left hook to his jaw,
and then she quickly backed up a few feet. Mike stared at her in shock how
dare she hit him, the girls were yelling and cheering their mother on. Mike
suddenly snapped and hollered you bitch, and charged at Carol. Carol saw Mike
coming, timing it perfectly she dropped to one knee and swung an uppercut
hitting Mike perfectly in the balls. Mike yelled at the pain as passed Carol
and bent down clutching his balls. Carol got up and took immediate of Mike who
was bent down and facing away from her, she gave him a fierce kick between his
legs, mike stumbled forward to the wall barely keeping on his feet. Against
the wall Mike turned slowly in severe pain. His vision had barely time to
focus when Carol charged him driving her knee in his gut followed by an
uppercut to the chin, a knee to the balls, fallowed by a bombardment of
punches. Mike who was pinned against the wall could not do or go any where
against this female assassin’s onslaught. The punches kept on coming every time
he would start sliding down to the ground she would knee him in the balls
bringing him back upright and continue the onslaught.

Marcia and her sisters were all clapping and cheering as they watched there
mom who was savagely beating Mike. Marcia looked over at the boys who appeared
like they were suffering from shock, she walked coolly toward Greg who she
deeply hated. when she got to within a few feet of him she stopped unbuttoned
her shirt and spread it open exposing her heavenly breasts. She called to Greg
who was watching his father being slaughtered by his step mom. "Hey dear
brother look at this". Greg turned toward Marcia and froze at the sight of her
glorious breasts. He had always fantasized about her breasts and now for the
first time he was seeing them for the first time. Greg felt something harden
between his legs, and then he felt fierce pain there as Marcia savagely kicked
him in the balls. His yell was thunderous it could easily be herd from
outside, as Greg bent forward clutching his balls he was met by another
unmerciful kick, this one right on the bridge of his nose, busting it and
causing Greg to fall over backwards landing on his back, grasping his broken
nose. He wasn't there more than 2 seconds when Marcia charged and kicked his
balls in the same way a soccer player kicks his ball. There was no yell from
Greg this time the pain overwhelmed his brain causing it to blackout, but that
didn't stop Marcia she continued kicking him unmercifully in the head and
ribs. There was no mercy for this male pig, after so many years of abuse
Marcia was getting her revenge.

Peter and Bobby were slack jawed at what was going on, their dad was getting
pulverized by there step mom and their big brother was at the mercy of Marcia.
when Suddenly they were attacked by Jan and Cindy.

Jan drop-kicker Peter causing him to fly backwards and land on his back
banging his head hard against the floor, Jan did not waste any time, she
plunged on top of peter ramming her knee into his balls. Peter let out a
scream that could be herd from the next county while Jan started throwing
punches left and right at his head like a female wildcat. Pete tried to get
her off but Jan was too quick and smart, she wrapped her legs around his legs
pinning him in a painful grapevine while she continued to pound away.

Bobby got his arm up just in time to block Cindy's kick. She fell to the
ground but got immediately up were she was met by a right jab on the chops
causing her to drop to one knee. "What the hell do you think your doing
bitch". Bobby shouted at Cindy as he came forward for the attack. He stood
overtop of her and was about to send a fist crashing down on her head when he
suddenly froze. Cindy's left hand clawed at his balls, squeezing it with all
her strength. Bobby screamed as he tried to unfasten her hold on his balls
. she grabbed his hair with her right hand and pulled his head back violently
while still squeezing his balls. "Now you listen to me boy or I'll kill you".
Cindy said seductively. "Place your hand behind your head.". Bobby complied.
Still holding his balls and hair she positioned herself in front of him. "Now
spread your legs". Bobby complied again trying to figure out what she was up
to. Cindy detached her left hand from Bobby's balls and rammed her knee into
them at full force, which lifted Bobby a foot off the ground. She kneed him
again on his way down causing him to slump sideways onto he ground. Showing no
mercy she bent down and grabbed his hair again while he was clutching his
balls in agony, pulled his head back and let go a quick hard right punch
landing perfectly on his Adams apple, crushing it. Bobby was in total agony
lying on his side with his balls aching and his neck damaged as he was having
an extremely hard time trying to get oxygen in to his lungs, he was weakening
by the second. Cindy surveyed her prey while she walked triumphantly aground
him, she turned him on his back, pulled his two arms freely and crossed them
on his upper stomach, she sat down on his arms facing his balls. Cindy then
wrapped her legs around his upper thighs and spread them to the max while
keeping them pressed against the ground. This produced a new pain for Bobby,
however, the worst was yet to come.

The scene inside the Brady house was a major war between the sexes, with the
female side savagely defeating the males

Carol had Mike pinned against throwing punches and giving him the occasional
knee the groin to keep him upright. Mike was in total distress, his head and
groin ached, his vision blurred, there was just no way he could stop this
females onslaught .he just wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. "So I'm going
to do all the house work now am I". Carol said looking in mike eyes. "Well
here is what i got to say about that". She kneed him unmercifully in the
balls. Mike started sliding slowly down the wall, she kneed him again, mike
slid to the floor and folded over like a rag doll. Carol turned to look at
Marcia who was savagely kicking an unconscious Greg. "You can stop that now
Marcia.” Carol said. "Don't damage him too much we are going to need him
later". Marcia looked over at her mom and then looked at the pathetic Greg on
the ground and halted her assault on him.

Jan had Peter pinned to the ground, with her hips pressing hard against his
groin. His face bloodied and eyes swollen with the assault he had just taken.
She now had her hands around his neck and was chocking him. Peter tried to
unlock her viselike grip around his neck but was getting weaker by the second.
She could feel his erection growing. "You're enjoying this aren't you". Jan
said sarcastically at Peter. While still choking him she lifted her hips and
slammed it into his groin, she continued doing this until peter eyes rolled
behind his head. He was out.

Bobby was helpless to Cindy's assault, with his arms pinned under her and his
legs spread to the limit there was nothing he could do but cry, begging her
for to stop. But she wasn't listening she kept brutally striking at his balls
unmercifully. Each time she struck she would spread his legs even more as he
weakened ripping them from their sockets. Bobby screamed, but she continued
the pounding until the screaming stopped and the tension in his legs
slackened.

The four girl's hugged and high five each other at their victory as the males
laid unconscious at their feet. "Okay girls". Carol said happily. "Lets get
some rope and tie these males up". Cindy and Jan complied and went into the
garage while Carole and Marcia watched over the males.

About twenty minutes later four defeated males were standing side by side,
bruised, hurting and naked, legs spread with their hands tied behind their
backs and mouths gagged. The girls warned them if they moved an inch they
would be beaten even more. With the girls standing in front of them, smiling,
Carol started to speak "The organization I belong to is called females for
supremacy. We are a world wide organization with about fifteen percent of the
world female population as members and growing fast. We go under the code name
lady’s crafts. Our ultimate goal is to have women take over the world and
enslave all males. We estimate in another twenty years the mission should be
complete. As you males have noticed women have made huge gains in all business
and industries and enrollment in universities is now sixty percent female.
Which reminds me Greg, you have just dropped out of university. We have to
make that spot availably to the superior mind of a female. My club owns all
sorts of businesses all over the world, manufacturing, office towers, mines,
farms and so on. And we use male slaves." the girls started laughing as the
males stared with depressing faces. "To make a long story short. You guys are
now property of the lady’s craft club and you will be slaves forever". The
girls continued laughing and cheering as they stepped forward and kicked each
of the males in the balls. The four males dropped to the floor like dominoes.

The end

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Hmm.. with Wrestling only would it love. You know, so with PAINFULL Boston crab, CRUSHING body-and headscissors and as final dominant Schoolgirlpin 's
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i would like to let everyone know that this old story of mine has been rewritted
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The Brady War (REV)
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“Boys!” Mike Brody shouted out from the living room. He glanced up the stairs then at the door leading back to the kitchen. “Come down here!”
Greg, the oldest, appeared at the landing upstairs first. “What is it, Dad?”
“Family meeting,” he said. “Girls! I need you down here too!”
One by one, the children in the family started to appear. Greg came down the stairs fairly quickly while Peter and Bobby appeared a few seconds later.
“Girls!” Mike called out again, his voice booming against the walls.
None of the females appeared.
Mike gave a dissatisfied shake of his head. Seriously? Were they really going to choose this moment to be stubborn? He had something important he needed to tell them.
“Bobby,” he said to his youngest. “Can you go get the girls forming? They’re probably listening to music and braiding their hair or something.” He turned back to Greg, “And you, can you go get Carol for me?”
“Sure thing, Dad,” Peter said. Both boys, his youngest and oldest, scurried off.
As far as Mike was concerned, that was how the world was supposed to work. He was the man of this house, the patriarch, so he wore the pants here. The girls, on the other hand, did seem to understand the hierarchy.
Well, it was time for them to have a long conversation about how things would be working from now on. And if he had to lay down the law, but he would do it.
“Dad?” Peter said from his spot on the couch.
“What is it, son?”
“What are you going to talk about?”
“The future,” he replied. “I’m going to be talking about the future.”
“Neat,” he said.
“You have no idea, son.”
Greg rushed back into the kitchen, and he found his stepmother at the table. She had a magazine out and was casually flipping through the different spreads. Greg glanced down, saw the shiny paper, and admired the beautiful woman posing there.
Only then his brows creased when he saw the rest of the image.
The woman wore a simple blue dress that hugged her waist and showed off her cleavage. The skirt was short, definitely more risqué than Greg normally saw in these kinds of magazines. He focused on the woman for another second as a rush of excitement burned through his body.
But then he saw the rest of the image: there was a man on his knees in front of the woman.
“What are you reading?” Greg asked.
She casually closed the magazine, “It’s nothing you need to worry about, dear.” She looked up at him and smiled.
His step-mother was also a beautiful woman, he reflected. In fact, she seemed to hold his gaze for a moment, only he couldn’t read her expression. Her eyes twinkled, and



there was something almost condescending about the way the corner of her mouth rose up into a little smirk.
It was strange, especially because she was more of an adult. She had maturity on her side, but she was just a housewife. Greg, on the other hand, was growing up, which meant he would be getting started with his career. He could become a manager, a leader, and people would respect him.
His stepmother? She would never be anything more than a housewife. Yes, she was beautiful, and yes, she was lucky to have a successful architect for a husband, but she would always be held back by her sex.
Good, thought Greg.
“What is it?” Carol finally asked.
“Dad has something he wants to say to you girls.”
“Girls?” She raised an eyebrow.
Yes, she was beautiful with her shortcut hair, her perfectly made up face, and that incredible body of hers. Even so, Greg straightened his back a little bit more because he wanted to tower over this woman.
“You and the others,” he said.
“Do you think it’s really appropriate to call me a girl? A girl is a child,” Carol said.
Greg’s brows creased with confusion as his lips hardened because he didn’t know how to answer that. Like so many other young men, he didn’t think much about gender or even women’s lib. As far as he was concerned, the girls were just whining because they didn’t want to do any real housework.
Besides, women and men all had the same chances to succeed. If women couldn’t get real jobs, it was because they didn’t know how to work hard enough, or they couldn’t get smart enough. Why hire a woman when a man could do the job better?
“It’s just a word,” Greg said after another second or two.
Carol stood up. She pushed her chair back, rose, and walked over to him.
Greg may have been taller, but she looked right into his eyes, and he suddenly found himself retreating back a few inches.
“Let’s go see what your father has to say,” she said.
When she walked by him, Greg had to ignore that shivering sense of intimidation which echoed through his chest. She wasn’t stronger or smarter than him, he told himself. In fact, he didn’t understand how she could be so assertive at all.
It was just a fluke.
It didn’t mean anything.
He followed his stepmother back out into the living room.
In the meantime, Bobby sprinted up of the stairs, and he raced down toward the bedroom at the end of the hall. He didn’t bother knocking. Instead, he just grabbed the doorknob, turned, and pulled it open.
“Peter!”
“You can’t just barge in here!”
“Get out!” The chorus of irritated girls’ voices bellowed down against him.
The youngest Brody boy didn’t step back even as he confronted Marcia, Jan, and Cindy. The three girls, all blonde and pretty, were spread around the room.


Marcia, the oldest, sat in front of the mirror and brushed her hair. Jan had a magazine, and Cindy was seated next to her as she craned her neck and looked over at the different pictures and blocks of text.
“Dad wants to talk to everyone in the living room,” Bobby said. He made this sound really important.
“He can wait,” Marcia said dismissively. She smiled at her sisters. “It’s good for men to have to wait sometimes.”
Bobby blinked, not really understanding. This sounded like some of the silly nonsense the girls would pick up from their different magazines.
“Now,” Bobby said. “He’s the man of the house, and he said he wants to talk to everyone, so you girls have to go downstairs right now.”
“Oh? Really?” Marcia asked. She still held the brush in her hand, and she slid those tines through her soft, silky blonde hair. She was very pretty, Bobby knew. He tried not to think about it, but it was almost impossible to ignore.
Then again, all of his stepsisters were pretty. Even Cindy, although she could be pretty annoying sometimes, looked adorable. Every time she turned her head from side to side, her pigtails would bounce.
Bobby used to think Cindy would stop wearing her hair in pigtails, but she really seemed to like the style. Every time she tilted her head to the side, those pretty yellow tresses would bounce and sway.
“Yeah!” Bobby insisted. “You have to come downstairs right now.”
Marcia brushed her hair three more times before sliding off of her seat and walking over to him. She wore simple jeans and a shirt. It was weird seeing her in pants, but Bobby didn’t say anything about it as she approached him.
Then she looked down at her little stepbrother, “Are you going to make us?” She wore an almost confused pout.
“I’m just saying what Dad told me,” Bobby replied as he held onto what little authority his father gave him.
“You could try to make us,” Cindy said. She slipped off of the bed and skipped over to her brother. Jan followed a few seconds later.
Bobby didn’t know what to do, especially with these three girls surrounding him.
His heart started to beat faster, and he didn’t know if he could fight them.
Then again, he was a boy. He knew he would win because he was stronger. Everyone knew boys were stronger than girls. And yet, they had him outnumbered! Not only that, Marcia seemed a lot stronger, more powerful, and confident than he had ever seen her before.
“Should we do it now?” Jan asked.
“Do what?” Bobby needed to know.
Unfortunately, that question wasn’t intended for Bobby, so the girls just ignored him.
Marcia smirked down at her little stepbrother again even as she addressed her sister, “No. It’s not the right time. Besides, we have to wait for Mom.”
“I’m getting tired of waiting,” Cindy said.
“Waiting? Waiting for what?” Bobby demanded.
“Don’t worry your little head about it,” Marcia said. Casually, she placed her hand on the top of his head and ruffled his hair. He glowered at her, his expression turning flinty


and angry. Even so, he resisted the temptation to smack her hand away. Again and again, he remembered what his father and brothers had told him. Even though he was stronger than the girls, he couldn’t use that power against them.
Men had a responsibility to take care of women even if the females could be silly and ridiculous sometimes with their focus on dumb stuff like fashion, makeup, and hairstyles.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t do it now?” Cindy asked. She was older now, but her voice still sometimes took on that whiny, singsong cadence of a little girl.
“Yes, Cindy,” Marcia said.
“The boys don’t need to know, not yet,” agreed Jan. She and her sister often fought, but not this time. In fact, the two older girls glanced at one another and smiled. They were looking forward to revealing themselves, but they knew the time wasn’t right.
Besides, that would be a decision for their mother to make.
Bobby still wanted to know, “What? What are you talking about?”
When Marcia grinned down at him, he actually retreated back a step. His sister wasn’t supposed to be able to intimidate him like this, but he was still younger. Besides, he remembered what it had been like when they first met and she seemed so much older and more mature. She had practically been an adult herself, while he was just a little boy.
As hard as he tried, he couldn’t meet her stare. In fact, he found himself looking down at his feet.
“Don’t worry about it,” Marcia said. “He will find out soon enough.”
Then Marcia strode right by him, Jan followed, and Cindy came last. The three young women headed down the stairs to meet with their stepbrothers and learn what their stepfather had in mind.
Mike looked over his family as a pulse of excitement thrummed on the air. With six kids hanging around the living room table, this made perfect sense. His wife, Carol, was the only one to recognize the serious and solemn expression on his face as he looked out at his family.
“Everyone, I have an announcement to make,” he said. Mike inhaled, filling his lungs as he basked in this moment. After a long and fruitful career, it was finally time to slow down and relax.
He glanced over at his wife. Yes, he loved Carol, but he couldn’t ignore that pulse of resentment that sometimes struck when he looked at her.
Carol. Yes, she was beautiful with her lovely breasts, her flat stomach, and her tight, toned legs. He thought of how much he enjoyed having her naked beneath him. And yet, she didn’t do anything. Yes, she was a housewife, but they had a housekeeper.
Or at least, they had employed a housekeeper.
“What is it, Dad?” Greg asked.
He breathed out and said, “I’m going to retire.”
“What? Really?” Carol asked. She had her knees together and her feet off to the side. With her back straight and her hands demurely placed on her lap, she looked like a model housewife. “Are you sure we can afford it?”
“They’re going to have to be some cuts,” he said. “Starting with Alice.”
“Alice? No! Who will do the housework? The chores?” Carol wanted to know.
“That brings me to another point,” Mike said. He looked first at Cindy, then Jan, followed by Marcia and his wife. His eyes settled on Carol.



When they first got married, she would have had a hard time looking right back at him. Back then, she had respected him a lot more, he knew.
Mike didn’t pay that much attention to his wife. As far as he was concerned, most of his time and attention should go to the outside world, his career, his firm, and his accomplishments. Women needed to be the ones who focused on raising children and worrying about clean floors and laundry.
But now, there was something about her expression. She wasn’t disrespectful, not exactly. She hadn’t said anything outwardly rude.
And yet, she exuded a different kind of confidence and certainty.
“From now on, you girls are going to have to start pulling your weight around here.”
“Pulling our weight?” Carol asked, sounding both prim and proper with each enunciated syllable.
“Frankly, I’m sick of how you girls have been behaving.”
This time, Carol said nothing. Instead, she simply leveled an icy stare in her husband’s direction.
Her daughters, however, fidgeted and shifted nervously, especially when they looked over at the boys. Mike may have seemed very serious and solemn, but Greg, Peter, and Bobby were practically jumping up and down in their seats as they kept glancing back and forth at one another. A couple of quick whispers were exchanged.
The boys were enjoying this.
Carol turned her attention away from the children and focused on her husband as Mike continued, “Ever since these families came together, you girls haven’t been pulling your weight. You don’t cook, you don’t clean, frankly, you don’t do anything a girl is supposed to do. And I’m sick of it.”
“What about the boys?” Cindy demanded. “It’s not like the boys do anything.”
“The boys are learning to become young men,” Mike replied. “They are studying.”
“Hey,” Jan shot back, “We have to go to school too!”
It was Peter who leaned forward and chuckled, “Yeah, but it doesn’t really matter if a girl learns math or history or whatever. You just have to know how to cook and clean.”
“And you girls definitely haven’t been getting enough practice in that department,” Greg added.
Mike beamed as his sons echoed his thoughts. “That’s exactly right.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?” Mike asked as the smile fell from his face.
Carol stood up and looked right into her husband’s eyes, “I said no.”
“Don’t say something you’re going to regret,” Mike hissed at her. “I’ve worked hard for a long time so you can sit around and complain with your feminist friends. Even acting like a lazy, spoiled princess, Carol, and I’m not going to put up with it anymore.”
Silence.
All the snickering came to a stop. The angry rejoinders, the hushed whispers, and every other sound seemed to vanish from that living room. Even Cindy and Bobby stayed completely silent as everyone waited.
“Marcia, Jan, Cindy,” Carol said.
A smile tugged at the corners of Mike’s mouth because he thought this would be the moment when the girls finally acquiesced.


In some ways, Mike actually thought all of this might be his fault. He had been too indulgent with his wife. He hadn’t been strict or severe enough. Yes, she was an adult, but she was still a woman, which meant she had to be subordinate to his authority. As a man, he had a responsibility, both at work and at home.
He had indulged her, so this was the consequence. And yet, Carol and her daughters were all good girls, so they would give in. They would start cooking and cleaning, doing the laundry, and serving the boys as they should have been doing all along.
“Come with me,” Carol declared. She turned and walked back toward the staircase. The girls jumped up and rushed after their mother. Carol paused by the banister and turned back to Mike. “This conversation isn’t over.” The girls headed up the stairs, and Carol followed a few seconds later.
Mike shook his head and started chuckling.
“You told them, Dad!” The boys high-fived one another.
“Yeah! You put those girls in their place!”
Mike felt pretty good about himself. But what was that last part, about this conversation not being over?
“I can’t believe what those boys are expecting!” Jan called out.
Carol stood off to the side with her arms over her chest. She knew her daughters would need a couple of minutes to vent before they came up with a plan. After all, this was an important decision, and it couldn’t be made lightly.
“It’s ridiculous,” Marcia said with a dismissive shake of her head. “It’s absolutely ridiculous. I swear, you would think they wanted us to be slaves.”
“Those boys should be slaves,” Cindy said as she brought her arms up over her chest and pouted.
“I agree,” said Marcia. “Those boys need to be put in their place. Did you hear how they talked to us? Did you hear what Mike said too?”
“It’s unacceptable,” Jan agreed. “Totally unacceptable.”
“Girls, you all know how the world works.”
“The world needs to change!” Cindy snapped.
“Is it time, Mama?” Marcia asked. Of the three girls, she was the most mature and understood where her mother might be going with this.
“That’s a decision we have to make together. We have been practicing. We have been training. We are ready,” Carol said. She looked at her girls one at a time. Marcia, so poised and beautiful. Jan, fierce and feisty. Cindy, sweet and precocious. Her girls were ready, she knew.
They could do this.
“Let’s show those boys who’s boss!” Cindy cried out.
Jan seemed to somewhat more circumspect as she nodded, “I know we can do this.”
Marcia added, “We are with you, Mom. If today is the day, then let’s do it!”
Downstairs, the boys glanced at one another.
Mike had his pipe out, and he was enjoying a warm puff as the scent of tobacco filled the living room. Carol hated this, but he wanted to assert himself and prove once again that he was in charge. Since he paid for this house, he could do whatever he wanted in it. If his wife didn’t like that, then she had to learn her place.


He smirked at the thought. He wondered what it would be like to manhandle Carol.
When they first got together, he remembered one night when he had thrown her down onto the bed, pinned her, and held her down. She told him to let her up, but he had refused. He had been so aroused, and she had been so weak…
He loved the way she had struggled underneath him, kicking and flailing. It had been so adorable!
Afterward, she said he would never do that to her again.
Mike hadn’t said anything, but he did focus on his career, so sex became a much lower priority anyway.
Only now, the girls were shouting and making a lot of noise.
“What do you think they’re doing?” Greg asked.
“Yeah,” Peter said, equally confused. “It sounds like they’re fighting or something. Did you hear those shrieks?”
It was Greg who said, “I bet the girls are arguing amongst themselves right now. They’re probably trying to figure out who to blame and how they are going to apologize to us.”
“I think the girls should get down on their knees and beg for forgiveness!” Bobby chirped.
“Now, now son,” Mike said as he puffed on his pipe. “You don’t want to be too cruel. It’s not the girls’ fault, not completely. I let them get away with misbehaving for a long time.
“Yeah, Dad,” Greg said, “But they should still be able to understand that they have to contribute something. I mean, Marcia keeps spending all of her time brushing her hair, and Jan studies like she thinks she’s going to go to college or something!”
The men looked around at one another and chuckled at the thought.
The only reason a woman should go to college, they all knew, was to meet a husband. Even then, Jan was cute enough that she didn’t need to bother with something like that.
“I still think the girls should come down here and apologize to us. They should beg for forgiveness,” Bobby insisted.
“That would be fun,” Mike allowed.
Just as he was about to add something else, he realized something: the silence had come back. He looked at his boys, but they didn’t say anything. The house had gone utterly silent.
Upstairs, the girls got ready.
They had made their decision, and they would make sure the boys learned how things really worked. For too long, the male half of humanity had believed itself to be superior. Those guys all across the world really thought men ruled because they were somehow smarter or stronger.
Nope.
Up until this point, women like Carol and Marcia allowed the boys their little delusion. But now, it was time for all of that to come crashing down.
Before they headed down, Carol took a moment to enjoy her reflection.
At thirty-nine, Carol had the body and shape of a girl in her early twenties with her flat stomach, long legs and perfect bosoms. Not only that, all of her training had toned her muscles and made her strong. She was ready to fight.
When she glanced over at her daughters, she couldn’t help but be proud of them. Marcia threw on an orange wrap-around skirt with yellow flowers and tied the short skirt on her left side with the slit going up to her thigh. The material was really thin and her crotch could be easily seen. From there, she put on a white buttoned shirt which she rolled up above her belly. Marcia became an awesome form of femininity who was ready for battle.
Beside her, Jan wore only blue cotton briefs, which molded to her bottom perfectly, then she slipped on a pink tank top which was tight and exposed her belly, with the words GIRL POWER printed in black and the female symbol below the lettering. She looked like a wildcat ready for action.
Last, Cindy wore a blue and light grey checkered school uniform style mini skirt with a plain white t-shirt which, fit her loosely. The pretty little girl resembled a relaxed schoolgirl on her lunch break.
The girls were ready to kick some ass!
They came down the stairs like a group of Valkyries, blonde and beautiful, determined and ready for battle.
This wasn’t what any of the boys were expecting.
In fact, each of the boys looked up, and they tried it to see these girls as just a bunch of females. Sure, they were pretty or whatever, but they weren’t supposed to really look fierce or intimidating.
But Greg looked right at Marcia, and he gulped. That nervous swallow ran up and down his throat as she came closer and closer.
Greg was a good-looking guy and got lots of attention from the girls at school, but he had never seen a woman carry herself like this before.
Beside him, Peter looked over at Jan. They had fought and argued plenty of times. What siblings hadn’t? But now, his heart kicked faster because he wondered what it would be like to lose a fight with her. What if she slapped him across the face and held him down?
No, he told himself. That was ridiculous. She was a girl.
Bobby saw Cindy. She looked cute in her schoolgirl uniform, especially as her pigtails bounced up and down with her every step.
Finally, Mike looked back at his wife, and he didn’t know what to make of her expression. He nearly choked on his pipe, and his wife smirked for just a moment.
As he tried to recover his dignity, he called out the girls, “Are you ladies ready to apologize?”
“We definitely need to talk,” Carol said. “And more.”
“Are you girls ready to start telling us about the chores you are going to be doing around the house? Cindy, I think you should be responsible for making my lunch and polishing my shoes!”
Cindy just stuck her tongue out at her stepbrother.
“Now, now,” Mike said. “There is still a hierarchy in this house. I’m in charge, followed by your stepmother.”
Greg couldn’t help but smirk. As the eldest, he knew he wouldn’t really be under his stepmother’s authority. He was practically an adult himself, which meant he could override anything she did or said.
Yeah, it was good to be a man.
“Well?” Mike asked. “What’s it going to be, Carol? Have you all come down to apologize?”
“Just so we’re clear,” Carol said, her voice crisp and precise, “what do you think I need to apologize for?”
“Lounging around, being lazy, wasting your time, and failing to pull your weight,” he said. As he listed off of the alleged infractions, he waited for the color to drain away from her face. And yet, she seemed to just as confident as before.
“And now, you want to be lazy, correct?”
“I’m going to relax. I’ve earned it,” he said.
“No,” she said. “You haven’t.”
That’s when she walked right over to his chair.
Mike looked up at her. When he studied the contours of her body, the curves of her face, and the set lines of her lips, he experienced a shiver of intimidation as it ran down his spine. At the same time, he could feel himself get excited. He shaft hardened, but he wouldn’t be humiliated in front of his sons!
Mike jumped to his feet. Now that he stood taller than Carol, he expected her to back down.
“Mike,” she began, “You think you’re bigger and stronger. You might be taller than me, but you are a boy, and boys need to be put in their place.”
“What are you talking about?” Mike asked. Then, as though his wife couldn’t speak for herself, he looked out at the rest of the family, “What is she talking about?”
Carol smacked him across the face. Her hand shot up and slapped his cheek. Hard and fast, the movement came and disappeared before he could even process it. Now the echoing sting of her palm reverberated along his cheek.
Mike stared at her. “What did you just do?”
“I smacked you,” she said. “It’s time that you got put in your place, Mike. So unless you want me to kick your butt really hard right here and right now, you are going to get on your knees and apologize for being such a chauvinist jerk.”
His lips parted. He breathed in and out, but he couldn’t really believe anything he had just heard.
“Have you gone crazy?” he started to ask.
She slapped him across the face again.
Like so many other men, Mike needed to believe he was a real fighter. At the very least, he could take on his wife, but she just slapped him a second time, and his eyes actually started to water.
“Dad, are you going to put up with that?” Greg asked.
“Yeah,” Peter called out. “Put her in her place!”
“Give her a spanking!” Bobby suggested with a wicked grin. As the youngest, he still remembered how humiliating and demeaning a fierce spanking could be.
Peter and Greg looked back at Bobby and smiled. Yes, their little brother could be silly sometimes, but all of the boys really liked this idea.
What would it be like to see their stepmother get spanked in front of everyone?
“Maybe you should do it,” Greg said, his voice quiet.
“What you think of that, Carol? You need a spanking?”
“Try it,” she said. “Fight me.”
Mike turned away for a second. Just as he did, she slapped him across the face for a third time.
Again, he hadn’t been fast enough.
He wanted to believe that if she tried that again, he could grab her wrist, yank her arm back, and make her struggle. He would be able to hold her and manipulate her easily. He was a man, so this should have been simple.
But she was so fast! Her hand was a blur. And now his cheek glowed a bright shade of red. His boys didn’t say anything about it, but they could almost see the outline of her hand right there on his face.
“I’m not going to fight a woman,” he said.
“Is that because you know you’re going to lose?” Carol asked.
“I’m not going to fight you, Carol. We both know how it would end.”
“With you down on your knees, begging for forgiveness?” Carol taunted. “Come on, Mike. Show these boys that you are a real man. Or what’s wrong? Are you scared to fight a girl? Is that it? Are you worried a girl is about to beat you up in front of your boys?”
“No way!” Peter called out.
“He’s not scared!” Bobby agreed.
“How about it?” Carol asked. “Can you fight me? Go on. Prove it. Show me you are a real man. Because if you don’t, I’m going to show you who’s boss!”
She laughed and started to turn away.
Mike couldn’t take it. A red tint fell over his vision as his fingers tightened into fists, and he really, really needed to put this woman in her place. His wife couldn’t speak to him this way! She had slapped him!
The gall of it seemed insane, almost impossible to contemplate. But now, he threw himself forward, and he reached out to grab her.
Carol shocked him. She ducked down through, threw her forearm up, blocked his attack, and came back at him with an uppercut. Her fist jab went right into the base of his stomach.
At the last moment, he managed to tense his muscles, thereby protecting himself, but he still stumbled back and fell into his chair.
“Now, girls!” Carol called out.
Mike jumped back up, and he tried to rush at his wife. He wanted to tackle her, to throw her down onto the floor, and to put his shoe right against her neck. That would show these arrogant females who was in charge!
She stepped aside, kicked out, and tripped him.
It was laughably easy, she thought. Carol and her girls had hidden their training, but now she had to wonder if they really needed to have waited so long.
Five years of training was about to pay off, but maybe they could have revealed themselves sooner.
Exultation surged through her body as she watched her husband stumble forward. For so long, he had believed himself to be her superior. Mike, like most men, saw themselves as inherently more intelligent and capable than the women in their lives.
These males had no idea.
But as he jumped back up onto his feet, turned around, and braced himself with his shoulders down and his arms out, Mike seemed to be getting a good idea of just how competent his wife could be.
“Last chance,” he grunted at her. “Tell the kids you’re going to behave yourself like a good little wife.”
“Get over here,” she shot right back.
Like an angry bull, he raced toward her.
Bobby jumped up onto his feet, jerked his fist into the air, and called out, “You get her, Dad! Show that bitch who is boss!”
Cindy popped up onto her feet. “You can’t say that about our mom!”
“Just try and stop me,” he said.
She may have been dressed like an innocent little schoolgirl, but she threw herself forward, drew her arm back, and swung out, catching Bobby right in the cheek. Her fist crashed against his face, throwing his head to the side as he spun around and fell back.
When his vision cleared, Bobby found himself on his back. Cindy was poised above him, only Peter grabbed her and threw Cindy off to the side. The cute blonde hit the wall, but Jan wouldn’t tolerate that kind of behavior.
She threw herself forward, tackling Peter and knocking him to the floor. Jumping up onto her feet, she pulled her foot back and kicked him hard in the balls.
He doubled over, so she kicked him again right in the stomach.
By this point, Bobby jumped back up onto his feet.
Horrified, Greg could hardly believe what he was seeing. This all seemed so impossible! And yet, these girls were trying to beat up his brothers.
Greg would stop Jan.
Before he could intervene, however, Marcia gently tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around. For a second, he believed the eldest girl might be willing to talk sense into the others. Maybe Marcia, always the most beautiful and smartest of the four, would be able to convince them to settle down and behave like real women.
Instead, she threw an uppercut. She brought it right up into his stomach.
Eyes bulging, he stumbled back. He exhaled through his teeth, yet his lungs could barely move. The pain washed over him, destroying every thought in his head as the melee continued all around them.
With another grunt, Mike tried to grab a Carol. In his fantasies, he thought he would be able to grab her by her arms, twisting them behind her back, and hold this woman. Or better yet, he could fling her up onto his shoulder and carry her around. He could be like a Viking, turning this woman into a helpless little plaything, a bobble or a treasure to be owned.
But when he came for her, she grabbed his arm, spun him, using his momentum against him, and threw the architect up against one of the walls.
Stunned and dazed, he tried to follow the stars spinning around his peripheral vision.
Carol wasn’t done with him. She kicked out, bringing her foot up between his legs. She crushed his balls against her shin.
He stumbled forward, wheezing just like his son.
By this point, Bobby reached out, and he tried to grab Cindy by her pigtails. He thought he might be able to yank on her hair and throw her against the wall. Yeah, that would show her!
The youngest boy, hoWhen he reached for her, she ducked to the left, bobbed down, and jumped back up. She slammed her knee into his stomach. She brought her elbow down against his shoulder.
Pain blossomed through his body as he tried to flail out and grab her. For a moment, it felt like he got his fingers around her wrist, only she twisted her arm out of his grasp and danced away like a ballerina.
It was Peter who finally got up and looked at the other guys, “How? How are they doing this?”
It didn’t take a genius to see just how thoroughly the girls were beating up the boys.
This shouldn’t have been possible! It had to be some kind of bizarre nightmare.
And yet, the women just grinned. Each one wore a predatory smile as they stepped forward.
“What? You haven’t figured it out yet?” Carol asked, her voice loaded with condescension.
“What happened to you?” Mike demanded. He held onto his stomach as he nursed the different throbbing pains pulsating throughout his body. His wife had been brutal with him, beating him up and demonstrating her physical superiority with ease.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Cindy asked, making it sounds so obvious.
“No!” Peter said earnestly.
Jan chuckled, “It should be so obvious, even to a bunch of boys.”
“How are you doing this?” Peter demanded again. “How?”
The boy clearly expected some sort of answer. Feeling vindictive, Jan said, “Oh, you ridiculous males.”
Males? She made them sound like animals. But then, as far as these women were concerned, that is exactly what these boys were. They were dumb animals. They may have been bigger or physically stronger, yet it hardly mattered because they were so dumb. They couldn’t handle the real training these women had mastered, and so they would fail again and again.
Even though the fight had only lasted a few seconds, the boys could barely stand while the girls moved with feline grace and predatory agility.
“Tell us the truth,” Greg demanded.
It was Marcia who grinned and said, “Just think about all the training we have received.”
He blinked, confused. “Training? What are you talking about?”
“Every Tuesday and Thursday,” replied Carol, giving him a hint.
“Your ballet classes?” Peter asked.
“This isn’t ballet,” Mike said darkly.
“Then what is it?”
“Self-defense and martial arts,” said Marcia. She looked right at Greg and said, “For the last couple of years, we have been training hard. We’ve been working out and learning exactly how to beat up silly boys just like you.”
“We aren’t boys,” Mike snarled at his eldest stepdaughter. “We are men, and we will put you down if that’s what it takes.”
“Really? You couldn’t beat up Mom. In fact, it looked like she was kicking your ass.”
She brought her hands up rather demurely, giggling as she realized she just used some profanity.
The boys, however, hardly noticed. wever, couldn’t even get close.

They had backed up against the wall. They couldn’t admit it, yet their expressions made it quite clear; they were scared. They couldn’t deny the anxiety pulsating within their chests.
It was Mike who mumbled, “Boys, we have to do this. I know it’s not right to hit girls, but these women need to be put in their place. No mercy.”
With that, he rushed forward.
Foolishly, his sons followed suit.
They ran forward like barbarians determined to ransack a city.
Unfortunately, the girls were ready for them.
Carol easily dodged and wove around Mike’s lazy punches. His fist flew forward, down, to the left, then the right. He kept hitting air, which threw him off balance. Even so, she had no problem jumping and dodging out of the way each and every time.
Usually, he loved the sound of her laughter, only now she giggled at him. “What?, Mike? Is that the best you can do? Come on. I thought you were a fighter. I thought you were a real man. Come on,” she commented. “Show me what you can do! Is that the best you’ve got?”
He grunted through the effort and tried again and again.
“Pathetic!” Carol called out. Then she kicked him hard. She slammed her heel up against his gut, knocking the air from his lungs. She didn’t even stop there. She raced forward and slammed her fist into his stomach. Then she jerked her arm back and aimed lower.
Her knuckles crashed into his balls. She punched him in the crotch once, twice, three times.
His mouth opened, and he cried out.
His eyes watered, and he stumbled back. Somehow, he managed to stay up on his feet.
The sound of her laughter reverberated through his body.
Next to Carol, Marcia grinned at her brother.
He was about to run forward with the others, but she decided to have some fun with him. She grabbed the edge of her blouse, lifted it up, and exposed her perfectly shaped breasts. He saw her puckered nipples, the curves of her mounds, and he froze in place. Not only that, his shaft got hard.
Somewhere deep down, he knew it was wrong. This girl was his stepsister!
And yet, that desire had always been there. Although he had never been able to admit it or acknowledge it, some part of him always wondered what it would have been like to press his lips to her mouth, to run his fingers along her naked body, to pinch her ass or slide his fingertips down between her legs.
Now he stared hard.
She dropped her shirt, he blinked, and he tried to get a grip on himself.
Unfortunately, Marcia didn’t allow him those precious seconds he needed to regain his footing. She raced forward, jumped down, and stamped her heel on his foot. Bright pain flashed through his body, but this was only an appetizer.
She slammed her knuckles into his throat. Gasping, he stumbled back. That was just the beginning, however. She brought her knee up into his crotch.
Again, he cried out.
Then she retreated back for a moment.
He tried so hard to remain on his feet. He wobbled from side to side as the others continued to fight.
“You can stay up if you want,” Marcia said. “I kind of like watching you suffer. It’s adorable. You thought you were this big man. You thought you were unstoppable, didn’t you? But guess what, Greg? You’re going to be a slave. You’re going to be an obedient male who understands his place in the world.”
He only vaguely heard the words. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t get past of the throbbing agony. It came from his throat. It came from his crotch.
Next to Mike, Peter and Jan wrestled with one another. He threw himself forward, and his superior weight knocked the middle daughter down onto her back. The carpet cushioned her fall, but then she rolled off onto the side, and she managed to get on top of Peter. Then she shoved his wrists down against the carpet.
Peter thought he would be able to just shove her away. He should have been able to knock her off.
Unfortunately for him, this girl was toned and lean with muscle. More importantly, she knew exactly how to hold a boy down, which meant he uselessly pushed up against her wrists and flailed with his legs, but he remained trapped. Pinned like a bug to the floor, he threw his head from side to side.
“No! You can’t do this!”
“Tell me you’re nothing but a pathetic boy who needs to be enslaved.”
“Screw you!” Peter called out.
That’s when she jumped to her feet.
Peter started to scramble up himself, only she jumped down. Before he could straighten his back, she let the momentum of her fall carry her down. A moment later, her knee slammed between his legs.
All of that force sent a tsunami of pain blazing through his body. He cried out, practically screaming, but the other boys didn’t hear any of it.
A few feet away, Bobby tried to grab Cindy by her pigtails again.
Those pigtails were so sweet, sleek, and cute. They were supposed to mark her as an infantile girl, someone who never really grew up. She should have been immature, incompetent, and completely incapable.
But five years of training had given her an excellent edge. Just like her sisters and her mother, she knew exactly how to put this boy in his place.
He kept swiping at her, trying to grab her.
At one point, he got his hand on her shoulder, only she pivoted to the side, punched out, and caught him in his forearm. With a gasp of pain, he let go of her. Then she kicked him in the butt. He flew forward. He spun around, rushed at her again, and she jumped up before slamming her elbow down against his shoulder blade.
This time, he fell hard, and his face crashed into the carpet.
She put her foot on the back of his skull.
“You can stay down if you want,” she said playfully.
“Never!”
Cindy shrugged and actually let him up. He slapped his hands against the floor, leaped to his feet, and swung out immediately.
This time, she decided to come at him from the side. She ducked down, easily avoiding his fist. Then she brought her chin up, and she kicked him right in the balls. When her leg slammed into that soft spot between his inner thighs, he howled out.
He stumbled and fell back. With his heart pounding, he rolled his eyes, and that’s when she decided to slap him once across the face, just as Carol had done with Mike.
Then she kneed him again. She forced him up against the wall, and she kept kneeing him. With every slamming burst of pain, he cried out and whimpered. He begged for her to stop. Or at least, he tried to, only by this point, he couldn’t get any oxygen into his lungs.
With a wicked and triumphant grin on her face, Cindy let him fall.
On the other side of the room, Carol grew tired of playing with her husband. By this point, he had retreated against the wall as well. He had nowhere else to go. She punched out twice, once to the side of his neck, another blow to his throat.
Then she launched three quick uppercuts in quick succession. Her fist slammed into his groin again and again and again.
His lips formed an O of surprise because he still couldn’t comprehend how this woman had controlled him and beat him down so easily.
Then she let him collapse to the floor. He fell to his knees.
He tried to say something.
Carol grabbed at this man by his hair, jerked his head up, and demanded, “What? What was that?”
“We surrender,” he mouthed. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t shape any real words.
“Then fall down,” she said, and he obliged, dropping to his stomach. Face down, he felt his wife place her foot on the back of his neck. All around the rest of the room, Marcia, Jan, and Cindy did the same.
“Do you think the boys have learned their lesson?” Carol asked.
“Not quite yet,” Marcia said.
“I agree,” Carol replied. “Cindy. Go get the rope.”
“Sure thing, Mom!”
The youngest daughter pulled her foot away from Bobby’s head, but he didn’t dare get up or move. If he had been older and angrier, then maybe he would have summoned the bravery to try to take on one of the other women. But with his body throbbing, he stayed down like a well-trained animal.
Cindy came back a minute later with the rope. “Boys up,” Carol added. Then she glanced over at her daughters. “Just for fun, get naked.”
Before the fight, these boys would have balked at in order like this. Now they knew they had no choice.
They stripped off their shirts, their shoes and socks, their pants, belt and boxers. Soon, they were naked, and Cindy started to tie them up. While Marsha held one end of the rope, Cindy skipped around them with her pigtails swinging and the hem of her skirt bouncing up and down with every stride.
Within a minute, the men were all tied together.
Carol allowed Mike and his boys to remain standing.
By this point, he had caught his breath and tried to negotiate. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. I will hire the housekeeper again.”
Carol put her hands on her hips and snorted, “Really? You still think that’s what this is about?”
Confused, he just stared at his wife.
Carol leaned forward and looked right into his eyes. Their noses almost touched as she explained, “You silly, stupid man. You still don’t understand what’s happening do you? All across the world, women are fighting for independence and liberation. But did you think we would stop at equality?” She threw her head back and laughed. “No,” she told him. “We are fighting for supremacy. All across the globe, women are going to take over. We will assert ourselves in business, medicine, education, government, everywhere. And you know what the men are going to become?” She purred just one word, “Slaves!”
As if on cue, the girls stood right in front of the boys. Then they grabbed them, kicked them as hard as they could in the balls, and watched as the boys fell like dominoes.
The End
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