Sibling Rivalry (Patreon)

• Commissioned by Jean

My name is Alf. And I am… well, it sounds pretty arrogant to call myself a hero, but that’s certainly what I’ve set out to be. I’ve been slaying monsters and saving innocents for a while, but my work was relatively low level and my name quite obscure until very recently. I figured out a long forgotten secret technique that helped me defeat Satan himself.

Yes, you heard that right. I killed the devil, the genuine one, the ruler of Hell and king of all demons. Ever since then, monster activity has diminished significantly as their source has dried up, the one behind spawning them all was finally gone from this land. Likely goes without saying, but news of this deed spread fast throughout the region, and that’s how ‘Alf’ became a household name. The great and powerful hero whose actions saved countless lives and destroyed the greatest evil known to mankind. 

...So why, then, have I become my little sister’s personal bitch?

That probably seemed sudden… let me explain. It all started when, after coming home from a lengthy tour of heroism, I found out that my younger sister Millis had just up and left one day. She was about at that age where you would move out of the house, but it was more complicated than that. Always a meek and frail girl, according to my parents she explained that she was unhappy with her weakness and wanted to head out and get stronger. 

It’d been a few months when I heard a surprising rumor, a few whispers around my hometown. Some thought she had headed over to the Lucianian Empire, the so-called Queendom ruled by the great and powerful Eiruferu. The queen had assembled a famously powerful, all-female army. Supposedly she trained her soldiers personally. And according to what some said, my very own sister had become one of them… but that couldn’t be true, could it?

I needed to investigate… if she somehow did find herself in their ranks, surely she’d be way over her head and find herself in grave danger. I couldn’t risk something like that… on the off chance it was true, I decided my next adventure would take me to that distant land. If I found her there, I knew I could convince her to leave. Always seemed to look up to me, after all.

Generally they weren’t keen on even letting men into their country, let alone the castle of their beloved queen. However word of my achievement spread even here, and they seemed just as grateful as everyone else. Apparently their queen actually gave me special permission to enter her domain, a truly rare occurrence. All that said, I still noticed a glare or two as I passed by the stationed guards. It was hard to ignore the palpable disdain many of them had for seeing a man in their midsts, no matter who he may be.

But that wasn’t of any concern to me. I asked around to whoever would listen, whether or not they had seen my sister. Eventually I found a woman who wasn’t too put off by what I had between my legs to give me a straight answer, pointing me to the barracks.

I couldn’t believe it… my little sister, a soldier? I made my way there and sure enough, there she was, twiddling a spear and attacking a dummy alongside about a dozen other women. She was clad in pink armor that seemed to stand out among the blue the others had on. The dummies were rubber and made to be vaguely detailed facsimiles of men. Naked men at that, as they actually included a small penis and a very pronounced pair of testicles on each of them. As the soldiers violently assaulted the dummies, it was hard not to notice the malicious glee a few of them seemed to take in blasting their balls.

Millis, for her part, battered the dummy with admittedly impressive skill, in a matter of seconds pelting it’s chest, stomach and chin with punches and high kicks. A snap kick to the groin of the rubber man was followed up by her turning backwards and leaping up to smash her ass, which her outfit shockingly exposed almost in it’s entirety, right up into it’s face. She sat upon it’s nose as it’s head bent backwards, and her weight ended up shoving it right to the floor. 

As she rose, a few soldiers gathered around, applauding. “Way to go, Millis, you’ve made incredible progress!”

“I can’t wait to see you demolish the real thing!” another commented.

Millis beamed as she stood up, showing off her usual bright, sweet smile. “Hahah, thanks! I’m so excited, after all that practice I’ve finally nailed that move~! ❤” she chirped, hopping up and down in celebration. I had to look away, as I tended to when she started doing that. Her… bounciness made me uncomfortable.

“So it’s true...” I said out of the corner of my mouth. “To think I would find you here of all places.”

Millis turned to me and her shimmering pink eyes lit up. “Oh, big brother! You came all this way to find me?! Aaaah, I’m so happy to see you~!” She shouted, rushing up to me and giving me a big hug. One that was much tighter than ever before, in fact as she held me tightly, I found it surprisingly painful.

“Heehee, I just knew I’d see you again! They’re pretty strict about the whole ‘no boys allowed’ thing but I was always going to find a way to get back to you when I was done with my training!” she remarked, gripping me tighter as she raised me into the air and slung me around. I heard a few girls chuckle at my plight as my sister treated me like a ragdoll. This was as almost as embarrassing as how I felt with her body pressed against me…

When she finally let go, I took a moment to catch my breath, before wheezily asking, “So, it’s true…? You’ve really joined their army? You’re a soldier for Luciana now?”

Millis nodded. “Yep yep yep~! I was sick of being weak and helpless. I wanted to be big and strong and protect people, like you!” she explained. “So I sought them out and convinced them to train me! Once I’m finished, I plan to roam the world, saving lives, just like you~!”

“Millis… I’m sorry, but that’s ridiculous! You can’t do that!” I argued, ignoring the bewildered disappointment in her eyes. “They aren’t just gonna let you do whatever you want, you’re in an army! They’re going to send you into war!”

“Nooo, you don’t understand! Queen Eiruferu has given me special permission!” she pouted. “She said not everyone that undergoes training here has to stay in their ranks… Luciana’s ruler and her subjects just want to see more powerful, skilled women in the world! They know what I plan on doing and they’re really supportive!”

“Well… I’m not.” I bluntly replied. “I can’t support this, Millis…”

It was a little hard to watch the radiant spirit leave her face. “Wh-why not…?”

“Because you’re a little girl!” I barked, trying to stay firm on this issue. It was for her own good to hear this. “Do you have any idea how dangerous my job is?! I do battle with hideous beasts, infamous criminals, demons straight from the bowels of Hell itself! Going adventuring isn’t all fun and games, I put my life on the line everyday! Do you understand?”

Millis lowered her head. “...I turned 18 last week, I’m not a little girl...”

“Hey, don’t you put her down!” I overheard one of her fellow soldiers cry out. I turned to see her, a fiery blonde with fierce blue eyes. “She can take care of herself. After three whole months of training under our queen, I’d bet anything she’s stronger than you!”

“I must agree, I think she could easily dominate you at this stage.” a cool-headed, blue haired beauty spoke out. “Despite your reputation, your body seems remarkably small and weak. Fragile and unmanly… her body would assuredly overwhelm you.”

“Yes, anyone could see that just looking at them… and yet here he is, projecting like he’s so much bigger than her.” a lavender-haired lady agreed. “I can only assume he’s desperately compensating for something...”

“Ngh, q-quiet! This doesn’t have anything to do with you!” I shot back at them, flustered.

The blonde walked up and put a hand on Millis’ shoulder. “Go on, prove your point and all of ours… I know you can do it. Take this cocky man down!”

“Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass!” a girl started up a chant, that took off quickly as they all urged Millis to take me down a peg. 

I saw one girl whose head was turned to the side with her arms were tightly crossed. Beneath all the shouting, somehow I heard her murmur, “Personally, I’d kick his balls...”

Millis scanned the room, her smile gradually returning. With a nod, she replied, “You’re right girls… thanks for the support.”

She turned to me, her face taking on a serious expression, something rather foreign to see from her. Her eyes glaring through me, she declared, “Alright, big brother… if this is how you’re going to be, then I have but one choice.”

The rookie soldier unsheathed her sword and aimed it my way, before announcing, “Alf! I, Millis, challenge you to a duel! You and me, one on one!”

I was taken quite aback. “Wh-wh-what?! You’ve got to be joking. I’m not about to fight you! You’re my little sister, I couldn’t possibly-”

“Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” the surrounding women cut me off, switching chants in record time.

“Big brother, I don’t want to fight you either, but I can’t think of another way to make the point...” Millis admitted. “Don’t think about it, just do it! Fight me!”

I groaned. “I can’t believe this… ugh, you know what? Fine! I’ll do my best to go easy on you, but fine, if this is how you want it to go down!” I answered, pulling out my own sword; the one and only famed Kingblade. “I’ll teach you just how strong you really have to be to do what I do… maybe then you’ll realize what a terrible idea all of this is!”

“Ready…?” Millis asked. “Theeeen GO!”

She dashed at me with surprising speed and slashed her sword downwards at me. I must admit, my eyes went wide with fright for a moment. But my reflexes were still up to snuff enough to raise my blade, blocking the blow. 

However, before Millis’ feet even hit the ground, she unleashed a follow-up attack that I didn’t see coming at all, blasting me in the stomach with an uppercut. Even through my armor, this proved surprisingly painful. This sent me back several steps, gasping for air.

Not letting up, my little sister rushed to capitalize with another deft stroke of her sword. I was still able to raise my blade to block it, but she attacked it with such force that much to my shock it went flying right out of my hand! She took up a fierce fighting stance, her sword ready to strike again as I retreated and the women around us applauded with glee.

“What’s the matter, big brother? Getting a little limp-wristed?” she teased. “Usually I just see you get weak at the knees~”

I was stunned to see her rush in and try for a side-swipe. It was telegraphed enough for me to combat roll under it, and I managed to grab my sword again. Trying to press the attack myself I unleashed a flurry of sword strikes. But not only did she easily block every attack, she did so whilst wielding her blade one-handed, making quite a show of how little effort it took her!

“Gosh, you’re so on the ball today, Alf! I really admire your accuracy...” she mocked. “You manage to hit my blade every time~!”

What in the holy high Hell was going on here?! In this short a timeframe, how could she possibly advance this far, this fast…? ‘There must be some foul devilry afoot here…’ I found myself thinking. And yet as far as I could see, it was simply my little sister, the same weak, helpless girl I always had to bail out of trouble, outright outclassing me…

After yawning off my attacks, she turned it back on me, striking with mercilessly swift strokes. It was all I could do to keep up with her and refrain from being beheaded, and judging from the look on her face it still seemed she wasn’t trying. 

Desperately I just held my sword out in front of my face to try and withstand the onslaught. With one mighty swing, she somehow managed to slash the blade in half. I stared, stunned as the Kingblade, the legendary weapon I’d relied on for so long fell to pieces at my feet.

“Whoopsiiieee...“ she taunted, a hand to her agape mouth in faux-shock. “I’m so sorry… looks like I broke your favorite toy!”

Fear struck me as I saw my baby sister charge in with her sword ready to lash out. I worried that she was getting carried away here, she wasn’t really going to stab me, was she? I just tried my best to block as I cried out, “Millis!” 

The steel became a blur as she thrust her sword at me in a rapid velocity. I froze, my eyes wide, but I didn’t feel any pain. In fact I didn’t feel any contact at all. After a moment of this, Millis pulled her sword back, posing with a mischievous grin. 

I blinked. And then the metal armor that adorned my body suddenly found itself torn to pieces, falling clean off me, exposing the green one-piece jumpsuit that I wore underneath it. 

My jaw nearly hit the floor alongside my gear. The precision, speed and the power behind her thrusts that she had to have to pull off a feat like this was unimaginable. 

Three months… she gained this skill in three months?!

She proceeded to charge at me and in the next split second, she was suddenly behind me, having seemingly just slashed right through me. In the next moment, the bottom out of my outfit began to fall and only my flustered reflexes allowed me to catch it before I found myself exposed to the crowd of girls, who were already pointing and laughing. 

I kept one hand on my pants to keep them from falling as I turned to face my sister, staring agape as I stuttered, “H-How…? How did you… th-this… this doesn’t make any sense...”

“Heheheh, looks like you’re in a bad way big brother...” she smirked. “It’s okay, I’ll even up the odds for you~ ❤”

With that, she tossed her sword to one of her compatriots and took up a fighting stance, her fists in front of her face. She did some awkward shadow boxing that I imagine I would normally find endearing, but in the predicament I was in, it was hard to look at her in any way other than fear and wonder. I was of course still at a disadvantage, as I could only afford to put up one fist… sure, losing to my sister is already deeply shameful, but I’d like to atleast preserve some modicum of dignity in front of all these beautiful women.

She rushed at me and swung her fist… it was too fast for me to see, she stopped short letting me gaze at her knuckles mere centimeters from my eyes. I damn near dropped my pants. 

Millis smiled proudly as she put her fists to her hips. “Oh, wait, silly me… it’s your turn now~!”

I growled as I clenched my fist tightly. Dashing forward I went for an uppercut to the stomach, the same shot she gave me earlier. There was a loud, solid thud as I made contact. Her armor felt remarkably hard against my fist, it actually stung just a little on collision. I followed up with a kick to her ribs and found myself surprised at how nimbly she moved in such solid, presumably heavy armor. It was curious really, it certainly looked lightweight on the surface… I couldn’t help but wonder what it was made out of.

I darted backwards and looked up at her face… to see not even the slightest register of pain. “Um, Alf… I said it’s your turn. As in, it’s your turn to attack, not… whatever that was.” she remarked, looking genuinely puzzled. “It’s okay, you don’t have to hold back!”

Groaning in frustration, I rushed in and tried delivering an elbow to her head. This she actually reacted to, raising her shoulder to block it. My attack seemed to bounce right off. Millis counterstruck, punching me solidly in the nose. Her punch rocked my head back and staggered me, her strength was really something else.

A toe kick to my gut doubled me over, and she followed up by blasting my lowering face with her rising knee, forcing me upright… and causing a weakening in my knees that eventually caused me to fall to my back. Millis hopped up with a raised arm to uproarious cheers. There was her bounciness again… not to mention I could see up her skirt from that position, lying beneath her. I… wasn’t looking, obviously. This just happened to be in my line of sight. Obviously!

Millis walked up to me with a confidence I’d never seen her display before. She reached down and grabbed me by the throat, gripping tightly. I grasped at her wrists with both hands, but couldn’t pry her grip off of me or remotely loosen her chokehold. Showing off more considerable might, she lifted me off the floor, hoisting me up in the air by the throat…

...and in the process, my pants dropped right to the floor. I was now naked from the waist down, just as my sister spun to ensure her fellow soldiers could see my manhood in all it’s glory… or lack thereof judging from the utterly uproarious pointing and laughing. 

“HAAAAA! Compensating big time, I knew it!” the lavender haired woman commented, tripling my shame in a hurry. “Wait, what am I saying… nothing’s big time about that!”

“Uggghhh, such wonderfully kickable nuts...” the light blue haired girl remarked, biting her finger. “I want a round with ‘em so bad!”

Without a trace of irony, the dark blue haired woman noted, “At that size they would be quite effective for target practice...”

I would like to take this time to point out that until a moment before this I was covered in steel… very cold steel. And as if that wasn’t enough I felt my dick shrink during that emasculating battle, the pure shame doing a real number on my member. That was all it was, I do not have a small penis… I promise! Really!

Of course that didn’t make this any less horrifically mortifying. Even Millis blushed. “Goodness, I had no idea it was like that… um, sorry… now I feel bad. Mm… oh well~!”

With that great show of sympathy, she slammed me backfirst onto the floor. While I was jolting up from the force, I made sure to cover my much-maligned manhood. That was about all I could do, whilst my sister stepped up, one foot on either side of my torso.

“I think it’s about time you met your end, big brother.” she declared with a playful smirk and giggle. “Or, should I say, my end~?”

She turned around, waggling her almost entirely exposed ass at me. I couldn’t believe how short the back of her skirt was, or how thin her panties were; it almost looked like she wasn’t wearing anything under there at all. 

I never realized just how enormous her ass was, I don’t think I’d ever seen a bigger one in all of my life. It rippled gently as she shook it… the motion was hypnotic. Her flesh was so pure and perfect… it was an utterly beautiful sight…

Wh-why was I thinking about this?! Especially then of all times!

Of course it was hard to think of anything else when her ass came crashing down onto my face. It engulfed my whole head in an instant, as her cheeks lovingly hugged mine. I heard the girls get a hearty chuckle out of this, as I must’ve looked ridiculous beneath her bottom. She gave an aggressive wiggle of her hips, grinding deeper. Not only was this compromising position embarrassing, but it immediately cut off my oxygen. I needed to get out of there.

I at first attempted with one hand, grabbing at her waist and trying my best to shove her off of me. Sadly this failed miserably, and I had no choice but to expose myself again, using both hands to try and pull her incredibly oversized backside off of me. They erupted into louder laughter than ever as now my shrunken cock wiggled alongside my struggling. And still I made absolutely no progress, accomplishing nothing aside from making Millis giggle. 

“What’s the matter? I thought for sure you’d have shoved me off of you by now!” she remarked. “Maybe you just feel really comfortable down there… heehee~♪”

I didn’t want to do it, but I needed more leverage… so I took my hands off of her waist, and starting directly shoving her ass off of me, my hands sinking into her thick, voluptuous flesh. Instantly I froze, a moan escaping me as I got a good handful… 

I genuinely hate to admit it but my goodness… so smooth, so supple, so immaculate. I never even realized an ass could feel that wonderful in my hands.

“Ha! Lookit him, enamored by his own sister’s booty!” one of the girls shouted, the one who seemed particularly keen on kicking me in the groin. She seemed unfortunately insightful to my plight. “Damn, he’s pathetic! I wanna get them even more now, I neeeeed it!”

Giggling like a schoolgirl, Millis bounced up and down on my face, bearing down deeply on my head. My oxygen was depleting swiftly but frankly, at that point I really regretted taking that perma-potion that allowed me to hold my breath for ten minutes. I was helpless beneath her, and my weakness and masculinity were at the mercy of the group of girls’ mockery. And from the footsteps and reginited laughter, it seemed the crowd was growing. 

I was shocked I actually avoided dying from embarrassment. After several minutes, I heard the light-blue haired girl shriek, “Aaaaugh that does it, I’m going for it!”

From the loud stomping I could tell she was rushing right towards us. And judging from the feeling, I think she actually slid her legs between my own. The bottoms of her steel boots smashed brutally into my bare testicles, crushing them against my pelvis. As I screamed desperately into my sister’s ass, she scolded her. “Hey come on now, this is a 1-on-1 fight!”

“Oh please… the fight’s over.” she replied. “You beat him a long time ago.”

“Eh… I guess you’re right~”

This persisted for a truly agonizingly long time. After persisting for what felt like an eternity, the lack of oxygen finally took me and I mercilessly passed out. My very consciousness succumbing to her ass… I couldn’t imagine something more demeaning. For someone who walked in as such a revered hero, someone my sister looked up to her whole life, the sheer magnitude of the descent was utterly devastating, I never knew I could hit such a low.

I awoke hours later to the sound of girlish giggles. My vision was blurry as I opened my eyes to see a few passing girls sashaying their hips, laughing at me, making gestures at me with their index finger and thumb mere centimeters apart, as little distance as they could possibly convey. 

After a moment I had enough of my wits about me to know where I had awoken. I was just in front of the entrance to the castle, inside the kind of chamber one would lock a prisoner that was about to be decapitated by a guillotine, or just have the public throw things at them. Except it wasn’t locked, it was merely used to keep me on display, on my knees. My pants, which were originally attached to my shirt, still hung at my ankles. 

This position gave any passerby a prime view of my package. And from the stinging cold I noticed that they had tied an icepack to my testes, no doubt a mocking acknowledgement of the devastating blow to them I’d received whilst I was prone under my sister’s gargantuan ass. The considerable chill of the ice had further shriveled my member which had almost entirely retreated into my groin, only the very tip of it poking out comically. 

Lastly I noticed the sign next to me, haphazardly painted to read, “The Prime Example Of Masculinity” just above an arrow that pointed my direction. In one fell swoop, after being defeated by my sister’s behind, I had gone from beloved icon and cherished guest to being their key evidence of all male inadequacy. 

My mind raced with questions, asking how this nightmare could truly be a reality… and what I could possibly do to fix all this. After sheepishly escaping from the wooden brace, pulling up my pants and miserably making my way back to the hotel I’d been staying at, I recounted all the details of our battle in my head… my armor proved utterly useless. Her blade tore it to shreds… even her uppercut seemed to blast right through it. I could’ve sworn it was up to snuff nary a few weeks ago, but perhaps it’s metal had worn from my many battles.

Come to think of it, her own armor seemed exceptional. My own punch seemed to actually hurt me more than it did my sister. Despite apparently being lightweight enough for her to quite easily outspeed me, I’m not sure I’ve ever in my life seen a more resilient set of armor. Not a surprise I suppose, the empire of Luciana’s army is known throughout the world as one of the most powerful, it’s only natural that they have top of the line equipment. 

Come to think of it, her sword was miles beyond my own as well, it somehow cut right through it. Perhaps only possible through how powerful the stroke was but surely she wasn’t THAT strong so as to slice through solid steel with just anything… assuredly, she wields one of the sharpest blades ever forged.

Yes, of course, that’s it… it’s so simple! It obviously isn’t that she’s so much more powerful or skilled than I, that’d just be ridiculous. She simply had the better gear, and by a wide margin! That’s what made the difference, it had to be. Without weapons or armor I would defeat her easily and prove to her that she’s far from ready from the life she’s pursuing.

As I was sitting on my bed, thoughts swirling in my head, a knock at my door alerted me. I stepped up and opened it to see none other than Millis herself, looking rather bashful as she stood in the doorway.

“Um… hi, big brother. I wanted to apologize for what happened back there...” she meekly started. “I’m not sure what came over me, really. I guess I just really felt the need to prove a point but that’s no excuse for embarrassing you like that. I probably ruined your chances with all those girls… I saw how much you were staring at Jillia‘s boobies. Um, she was the one who kicked you. So yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I could tell that you just wanted to help me out and I took a lot of liberties...”

“I-I wasn’t staring…!” I stammered. “And, I mean I accepted the challenge… I can’t rightly blame you for defeating me.”

“Oh no, I was talking about the other thing. When I showed them all your Kingneedle… I-I-I MEAN, YOUR SUPER ADEQUATE GENITALS!” she shouted, scrambling to correct herself. She nervously looked me in the eye for a few moments and could clearly see I wasn’t buying it. With a sigh she ducked her head. “Um… Kingneedle is what we, er the girls have taken to calling your, your dickie… yannow, like the Kingblade but, um, really short and thin. S-Sorry about the sword too, by the way...”

I’ve endured much in my many wicked battles, but never have I ever felt a pain that quite compared to the damage that was done to my pride that day. My fists clenched, I shouted, “Listen! None of that matters! I will prove my manhood to them all in our rematch! Millis, I’m challenging you this time… to a pure, hand-to-hand duel!”

She looked puzzled at this. “We’re… gonna fight again? But I thought you already achieved what you were trying to do...”

I asked, “What do you mean? I was trying to show you that you shouldn’t be fighting!”

Scratching her head, Millis replied, “Err, well that’s what I thought at first. But as soon as we started fighting, it became obvious you weren’t really trying. You were letting me beat you up to try and boost my confidence, right? I mean come on, I bested you effortlessly… there’s no way you were actually fighting for real, right big brother?”

There was a lengthy awkward pause, as we stared at each other. Her eyes widened as realization flashed her face. 

“Oh… my… God.” she remarked, stunned. A smile slowly spread on her face. “Wow… I’m a lot stronger than you now, aren’t I~?”

“No!” I grunted. “You didn’t beat me because you were stronger, you beat me because of your equipment! That’s why this time, our fight will be hand-to-hand, no weapons, no armor! I will prove to you directly that you aren’t anywhere near strong enough to be a hero… and I shall do it right in front of Luciana’s ranks! They will see firsthand how unfit to be in their army you are! Now… do you accept?”

Millis shook her head, starting to chuckle. “Wow… I had no idea you were this pathetic when someone beat you. You’re really living down to that Kingneedle… well okay then. If it’s a rematch you want, you’re on, little man.”

I cringed a bit, hurt at the realization at how far I’d fallen in Millis’ eyes. The way she was talking to me now was so foreign, devoid of affection and replaced with open mockery. But it was fine… once our fight was done and she saw my superiority in combat, she would undoubtedly come to idolize me once again.

I steeled myself with that thought as the next morning I again entered the castle and walked through the halls, using the directions my sister gave me. The atmosphere was quite different the first time around, the thick tension that followed me the first time was gone. Instead I had to endure a cacophony of giggles, gleeful whispers and pointing, and more gestures indicating my size than I’d care to admit. It was just all the more reason to right this wrong. 

My intensity built to a crescendo as I rammed my way through the double doors to what looked like a mess hall. The symphony of the crowd swiftly ceased as they all turned towards me. 

Sudden as a flipped switch, the abrupt stillness was a little unsettling. There were dozens of women in various styles of armor, adorned with swords and bows and arrows and… my goodness, why is every single woman in this army so beautiful? And… shapely? Was this some kind of pre-requisite or perhaps the result of a spell of some sort?

From the middle of this hoard of warrioresses emerged my sister. Silently we approached, meeting at the center of the enormous room. After a tense few minutes of silence, she decided to be the one who broke it…

“Hiiii big brother~!❤” she called out in a cheery tone. It sounded a bit less than genuine than what I was used to from her though. “Ready to rumble?”

I shook my head. “Not yet, Millis… our agreement was no weapons or armor.” was my response, as I gestured towards the street clothes I had on. “You’re in the same thing you wore when we fought yesterday.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… shameful. Went through all this trouble just to watch me strip~” she teased. “But okay, if that’s what you want...”

Whisking off her hat, she made a big show out of stripping off her plating. Undoing her bowtie, sliding off her gauntlets, taking her sweet time slowly baring herself. She gave me a wink as she pulled her top up… her enormous breasts ended up snagging on it and being pulled up with it as she struggled a little to remove it. After a mighty yank, she stripped it off causing a truly titanic titty bounce. I tried to focus on my rage, hoping my cheeks weren’t as flushed as I felt like they were at that sight. 

She took a few sashaying steps towards me as she slipped out of her boots, and unsnipped her skirt. With a little twirl, she ripped it off, shook it in the air and tossed it aside, bending down just a touch as her ass seemed to be thrusting towards me. Now in nothing but a remarkably skimpy set of a bra and panties and lengthy black leggings, once more her thong disappeared in her enormous rippling flesh. I bit my lower lip as despite my best efforts I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.

“Satisfied…?” she whispered. 

Somehow I knew any vocal response I could give would sound embarrassing, so I simply took up a fighting stance instead as my answer. Millis gave her whole body a little wiggle as she went to a similar pose. But just before the fight began, the voice of the fierce blonde rang out to interrupt the proceedings.

“Hold on! He needs to strip as well!” she barked, glaring at me with pure menace. “He demands no armor but for all we know he may be hiding his own plating underneath his clothes! We mustn’t allow this thin-cocked bastard to decieve us!”

The crowd exploded in vehement agreement. I didn’t bother arguing, it was clear I wasn’t going to win that. Without a word I took off my clothes, stripping down to my underwear… and baring the laughter that arose when they all saw my full erection straining against the front of them. 

My sister marvelled, “Ooooh wow, you reeeaally liked my little show, hm~?”

“I’m surrounded by beautiful women! This is the cause of everyone but you!” I lied. 

“Whaaatever~♪”

My face was bright red with shame as we again donned our fighting stances. I had no choice at this stage, I had to defeat her in decisive fashion to regain any semblance of dignity. Millis gestured for me to come at her, encouraging me to take the first shot. Taking a moment to tense up every muscle in my arm as though I were charging up an attack, and rushed forward, launching my fist at her with as much force as I could possibly manage. 

Just before I made contact, she seemed to disappear from before me. I looked around for her, then turned around to see her ass coming towards me. It slammed right into my face and staggered me. It felt like a regular fighter’s punch, and the scary thing was I could tell how lackadaisical it was for her. I stared agape as she playfully wiggled her ass at me. 

“How’d you like that little lovetap, hm…?” she smirked.

Her speed was remarkable, it was as though she had teleported behind me. I decided it was best to instead wait for her to come to me and attempt a counter attack so I just stood my ground and braced for impact.

I saw the slightest flinch from her and in the next second she was directly in front of me, thrusting her elbow into my gut. This doubled me over and she proceeded to catch my dropping face with a rising backfist. Upping the aggression, she peppered my face with jabs, rocking my head left and right, backing me up. She finished with an uppercut to my chin that nearly took me to the floor, and the only reason it didn’t was her grabbing me by the hair. 

“You dance beautifully, ‘big brother’~” she taunted with a wink.

She pulled me in, doubled me over and slammed her knee into my ribs once, twice, three times. Backing away in a flash, she unleashed a snap kick, her socked foot catching me right in the mouth and downing me instantly. As I stared blankly at the ceiling I began to realize the severity of the mistake I may have just made.

Before I could get up, Millis pounced onto me, slamming her ass once more into my face. Wriggling her hips, her ass deeply dug into my face, cutting off my air in a hideous deja vu. 

Desperately I struggled, trying to pry her off from me. It was an entire repeat of before as I couldn’t even begin to budge her. But this time, after several minutes of facesitting, she stood up, looking down at me with a smirk.

“Heheh… sorry. You’re not getting off so easy this time.” she shot down at me. “Although… let’s be honest, if I sat on you for much longer, you’d get off eventually~!”

With that she rose her foot high up into the air and stomped viciously onto my face, slamming the back of my head into the floor. She pressed the balls of her foot deeply into my cheek, grinding down as though she were trying to bury me into the hardwood. Raising her opposite foot into the air, she put all of her weight onto me, bouncing up and down on my face. I was trying to roll away, but even in that position she stood with such incredible balance, her footing so sure, her base so solid, she didn’t move a muscle. 

“Ah, you’d make a fine treadmill, Alf!” she joked.

She leaped up into the air, performed a stylish double frontflip and then landed with both feet smashing into my face again, just to show off. She proceeded to do the splits, landing crotchfirst onto my nose. Rolling backwards onto me, she made her way to her feet and looked down at me with a friendly smirk. 

“Having fun down there~?” she asked with a little wave. I picked myself up off the floor and put my fists up. I was already in a bit of a daze and I knew this fight was just getting started… atleast I hoped. I needed to mount an assault.

Millis just kept smiling at me, a fist on her hip. Usually I found her smile so sweet and adorable but today it burned at me. I came at her with the most vicious flurry of punches I could manage, but she bobbed and weaved, juking out of the way of my fists with the greatest of ease.

Trying to mix it up, I went for sweeping kicks to her sides, but she had no trouble turning and avoiding these. Eventually she grabbed my ankle, holding it against her ribs. An elbow to my thigh sent me down to the floor, clutching it in pain. As casual as could be, she proceeded to simply walk forward and step on my chest as she passed. 

I rolled onto my front to try and more easily push myself up. She proceeded to rush forward and punt me in the gut, sending me rolling. I found myself rolling around and coughing helplessly. Why was it happening like this…? With no weapons or armor, still she was dominating me. The answer was staring me blatantly in the face but I couldn’t accept it… my little sister couldn’t be stronger than me!

She allowed me to struggle to my feet before advancing for her next attack. Once more she grabbed me by the throat and hoisted me up in the air, treating my body like a ragdoll as she throttled me. Now that I no longer had my exposed cock to worry about, I just focused on trying to free myself. After failing to influence her grip in the slightest, I changed tactics and instead tried punching and kicking towards her. 

“Keep going! I’m sure your attacks will hurt me eventually...” she taunted.

My assault was far from full-strength from this position, and my fists and feet weakly brushed against her face and stomach. She actually took the time to yawn… that absolutely infuriated me. Driven by that burst of rage, I launched a powerful punch, blindly swinging my fist. It ended up crashing into her left titty, sinking my knuckles into the soft flesh and causing it to bounce.

“Ack!” I heard her cry in surprise, as her free hand shot to her tit. She ended up lowering me a little, and pulling me in closer in the process. Finally, something that took effect. It didn’t feel quite honorable but I had to take advantage, so I punched her opposite breast quite intentionally this time. She cried out in pain and finally released me.

I held my aching throat as my wincing sister glared at me, clearly not appreciating that strike. I had no choice but to capitalize, I launched another fist her way… this one she caught, and she proceeded to jerk my fist upwards, painfully bending my hand at the wrist. Whilst holding me in this position, she reared her leg back and kicked me viciously in the groin. 

For whatever reason my recent travels have seen me fight many women and an inordinate amount of them seem to love going for crotch kicks. But this one was more devastating than most, delivered with enough power to send me several feet off the ground. She just kept me there, straddling her shin as an embarrassingly high pitched mewling sound escaped my lips. Not only was it painful but it swiftly caused my erection to shrivel away.

“Ooh wow, I actually got ‘em…?” she asked with seemingly genuine astonishment. “I wasn’t sure if I had the accuracy to hit such small TARGETS!”

She punctuated her statement by snap kicking her planted leg into the air just as her opposite lowered, replacing one shin with another as she blasted my nuts once more, and actually drove me a little higher into the air. My hideous scream was drowned out by the uproarious applause, as our all-female crowd seemed to adore this move. 

“Looks like I’ve got you by the baaaalls~♪” she singsongedly commented before removing her foot. As I fell, she gracefully twirled into a spin kick, the bottom of her socked foot smashing into my chest and sending me flying several feet backwards towards the crowd. The spectators parted, letting me fall directly to the floor. This gave me the luxury of seeing a handful pointing down at me and laughing as I stared up at the lights.

Millis gayly skipped over towards me, bending over to look me in the eye. “Don’t suppose you’re ready to give up yet, are you, ‘big brother’?” she said. For some reason her calling me that sounded quite sarcastic this time.

She was right, I wasn’t going to quit. I attempted an upkick from the floor, trying to kick the crown of her head. Without even looking towards the blow, she caught me by the ankle. Shaking her head and sighing in exasperation, she hoisted me up by my ankle, lifting me up off of the floor. Her strength was incredible, infinitely greater than anything she was capable of mere months ago… just what kind of training did they undergo in this place?

I couldn’t do much other than flail around as she bobbed my body up and down. She let me watch as she slowly cocked her arm backwards. Her fist relentlessly pounded my torso, a flurry of maybe two dozen solid fists slamming into my chest and stomach. Like a ragdoll, my body dangled, rocking backwards with her every attack. As I wheezed for air, she nailed me in the face with a snap kick that may have well broken my nose. Raising me up a little higher, she proceeded to ram her knee brutally against the crown of my head. 

For a split second I believe I was knocked unconscious by this blow, but I awoke nary a moment later as she slung my body violently against the floor over and over, an unreal display of power. Finally she finished by tossing me aside. 

My whole body ached as I gasped for breath on the floor. Slowly she stepped towards me and lorded over me. “How about now? D’ya wanna submit?”

My mind shouted, ‘YES!’ but my mouth shouted, “NO!”

With a little giggle she responded, “Well, be sure to tell me as soon as that changes~”  and with that, she backed away and waited for me to struggle to my feet again. 

Her arms crossed beneath her considerable, nearly bared breasts, she simply stood there as I sluggishly approached. I went for a sweeping punch that, at this point, didn’t have much power behind it. It was also quite slow, so it wasn’t much of a surprise when she ducked out of the way. 

The counter was swift and precise as a spinning elbow to my nose sent me staggering into the crowd… who proceeded to shove me right back towards my sister. And that’s how I ended up running right into a solid ‘hip attack’, her ass smashing into my face with so much force that I ended up backflipping off the impact, landing facefirst onto the hardwood.

Hoping that she’d again wait for me to stand, I decided to just stay down for a moment, trying to get my wits about me and figure out what was happening. Unfortunately this time she wasn’t so merciful, as what I felt next was her hand tugging on the back of my boxers. 

She lifted me up into the air by the thin fabric and proceeded to quite deliberately angle my body so as to give me a vicious wedgie. I couldn’t help but shriek as my own underwear dug into my ass and snugly squeezed against my genitals. 

Yanking up and down, my body bounced painfully in mid-air as she relented, “I know this was a long time ago but when we were little, there was a brief period when you used to pick on me. Did you remember that? I forgot until this morning… but you gave me one of these way back when. So consider that debt repaid.”

With that, she grabbed me by the hair to keep my body in place as she gave a truly brutal yank to my underwear, threatening to crush my balls and tear through my asshole before they ended up ripping to shreds at her grip. I fell to the ground entirely naked as the ever-increasing chorus of feminine laughter reached an explosive peak. 

I was desperately clutching my crotch as I scrambled to my feet, trying to hide my shame though at this point it seemed like it didn’t make much difference. As Millis lackadaisically walked over to me, I felt I had no choice but to do the one thing that vaguely worked so far and, one hand still on my genitals, I launched a punch towards her breasts. 

She of course caught this without a hint of effort and glared at me, again unhappy at this course of attack. Reaching peak desperation, I fired off another punch with my other hand, exposing myself to the crowd for a chance to blast her other tit. This too was swiftly caught and she proceeded to painfully squeeze my knuckles.

As I cringed and strained, trying to pull myself out of her grip, I heard an extremely unwelcome and less than flattering  chant from the crowd...

“Kingneedle! Kingneedle! Kingneedle!” they cried in reference to my cock.

I tried not to focus on their cruel mockery, gazing intensely at my sister as I tried to wrestle my fists free from her grip. She looked scornfully at me. 

“Your nuts still sore, ‘big brother’...? I wasn’t going to go low before, but then you went after my boobs, so it seemed only fair.” she explained. “And now you’ve gone after them again...”

My eyes went wide with realization as she pulled me in close, my face ended up buried in her jiggling breasts. As I struggled to escape, in the process doing little other than giving her a solid motorboating, she rammed her powerful thigh into my groin, viciously striking my exposed testicles. My scream was muffled by her twin mounds as she lowered her leg… and proceeded to blast my nuts again, and again, pausing after a fourth time, grinding it deeply into my crotch.

After a few moments of listening to my pained groaning, she pushed me back, getting just enough space to brutally pound my balls with the point of her rocksolid knee. Millis released me, letting me slump to the floor in sheer agony. I was curled up in a fetal position, seething with the worst pain I’d ever suffered through in all of my days.

She didn’t let me stay down long, pulling me up by the air and bumping my face with her tits to stagger me backwards, making me struggle for my balance. My vision was hazy as she glared at me and I found myself wondering where my little sister had gone.

“You wanna go after them again? Hm?” she asked. To my shock, she actually stripped off her bra, letting her humongous tits flop out freely, bouncing madly. “Here, you got a direct shot.”

I stared agape at the sight. It pains me even now to recount this, but I’ve truly never seen a finer pair on any woman. Fighting my every urge to give in to lust, I grunted, “I… am going… to kick… your… ASS!” trying to convince myself at this point.

“Oh, do you want a shot at that now, too~?” she asked in faux-whimsy. “Well okaaay~”

Unable to look away, I just stared in awe as she turned around and slowly pulled down her panties. Her gigantic ass quivered hypnotically as she stepped out of her underwear. The tiniest little wiggle and the rippling was uncontrollable. She looked back at me and seemed entirely unimpressed as she stared at my shamefully growing member.

“Hm… looking right at me as your needle gets all excited. I don’t think you can deny this one, ‘big brother’... you’re a pathetic little perv, aren’t you?” she scolded. I wanted to argue, but another aggressive shake of her ass left me speechless and I knew she was obviously right. 

“I’m… I’m still… stronger than you!” I hoarsely shrieked, desperately holding onto my meager sheds of remaining masculinity. “If I could just hit you… I’d take you out in one shot!”

“Oh yeah…?” she asked, turning to face me, her titantic tits swinging towards me and bounding unrelentingly. My dick twitched for all my ‘adoring fans’ to see. I was helpless to my horniness. Millis continued, “In that case… why don’t you prove it? Go ahead, do your worst. I’ll give you a free shot… actually no, I’ll give you five of them! Let’s see what you can do with that!”

She just stood there with her hands at her hips, eyeing me. I was dumbfounded at the sight. I couldn’t be sure she was being honest with me but at this point, what did I have to lose? I clenched my fists tightly as I slowly, cautiously approached. Millis just rolled her eyes at my tentative fighting stance. 

I reared back deeply, and put everything I had left into one punch, blasting her right between the eyes with the fiercest fist I could muster… and she didn’t even flinch. A chill went down my spine, a gasp emitted from my throat as she just smirked. My full-force punch had no visible effect whatsoever. I shook my head, refusing to accept this. 

Rearing back again, this time I fired an uppercut into her stomach… and it was so damn solid I actually hurt my hand on her washboard abs. Shaking the pain from my hand, I marveled at the fact that no, it was never the armor. If anything, her attire yesterday cushioned the blow for me more than her. As I stared at her in horror, she railed on me, “Yannow, it’d be one thing if you just had a small penis, but the real problem is, you’re just as small of a man on the inside as you are on the outside.”

The last thing I wanted was to have to take this. I rushed in and tried to blast her in the face with an elbow. My arm actually bounced back from the sheer force. It was alarming how much this hurt me and how much it clearly did nothing to her. She kept going, “It couldn’t have been more obvious last time which of us was stronger. You could’ve accepted it. You could’ve just been happy for me, how far I’d come, how I was living my dream… but your tiny little ego was just too fragile for that.”

I charged towards her, trying to tackle her to the ground. My shoulders just about popped out of socket off the impact as I found myself flung to the floor. “And then to top it all off, you’re such a sad sack that you’re desperately pining for me… and you’re too much of a coward to admit it to yourself. It’s hard to believe I ever wanted to be anything like you.”

Knowing I only had one free shot left, my first trembled as I sluggishly picked myself up off the floor. I aimed right for her giant, soft, pillowy breasts… just before I made contact I noticed her simply flexing her chest. Her bosom seemed to tighten up just as my fist smashed into it. I actually broke my hand punching her titty and it was evident from loud sickening crunch. My scream echoed throughout the hall as she finished her lecture.

“Well if it’s any consolation, you don’t have to feel weird about your arousal anymore.” she announced, taking a fighting stance. “Because you’re no brother of mine.”

In the next instant she launched forward. She basically repeated my own attacks, her fist blasting me between the eyes before burying deep into my gut. An elbow to my cheek nearly spun my head 360°. She proceeded to tackle me violently, slamming my back solidly against the hardwood floor. Her downward punch to my chest nearly stopped my heart.

She yanked me up by the hair and before I was fully upright she blasted me in the face with a kneelift. A snap kick to my balls threatened to double me over again but she caught me on the way down with a brutal headbutt. My senses were beginning to fall as I drunkenly stumbled backwards. In a matter of milliseconds she unleashed four lightning-quick palm strikes, fluidly going down my body, first smashing my face, then my chest, stomach and groin. 

A series of jabs to my face continued to back me up. A high roundhouse kick beautifully displayed her pussy as her shin shattered my shoulder. She followed up with another, her opposite leg demolishing my opposite arm. She slapped the taste out of my mouth, getting me on the opposite side with a back hand a number of times. 

Millis turned around as I was in an intense daze. She bent down and even now, as I was consumed by pain, shame and regret, her ass was an incredibly welcome sight. A back kick viciously slammed into me, her heel digging into my gut. She again caught my lowering face with a rising foot, and followed up with the most brutal backkick yet, of course aimed right at my poor battered and thoroughly beleaguered crotch.

This time it was her ass that met my descending head as a hip thrust smashing into my face sent me staggering back into the crowd. But this time, they didn’t shove me back towards my sister, instead one of the women grabbed my arms, putting me into a Full Nelson. This forced my hands behind my head and didn’t let me even fall to the ground, I was utterly, helplessly vulnerable as Millis approached me with a devilish grin. 

I actually gulped as she put up her fists like a boxer. She proceeded to tenderize my face with a seemingly endless volley of punches. Rather than cease, she simply moved her attack downwards, the fists fluidly descending to pelt my chest and bruise my ribs. Inevitably they fell further, shot after shot pummeling my balls. 

She had to yell over my screams, “You should consider taking up a career as a training dummy, ‘big brother’! Your dick would make a great target for our advanced archers… only the most skilled could hit that thing~!”

Her assault slowly made it’s way back up my torso until again she rocked my head back time and time again with her rock solid fists. Finally her onslaught ceased and I slumped, wheezing, “P-Please… please stop… you’re str-ong… stronger than I am... I admit it...” 

She ignored my plea and gestured to the woman holding onto me. I was shoved into Millis’ immaculate body. She turned me around and locked me right back into a Full Nelson, now she was holding my arms back. And before me, the girl who’d previously restrained me was none other than Jillia, the blue-haired wench with a clear Tamakeri fetish. Grinning villainously, she savored this opportunity, rearing her leg back and devastated my beaten nuts with a thunderous, wicked kick.

I couldn’t even scream anymore, I’d lost my voice somewhere in the anguish. My sister tossed me back to Jillia who held me in place again. In what seemed like a few seconds, Millis turned and ran all the way across the enormous mess hall. She bolted back towards me, picking up incredible speed. All I could do was focus on her bouncing breasts for some sort of solace as her velocity became more and more alarming. 

She closed the gap between us in record time and launched herself skyward as she neared. Turning around in mid-air, she blasted me right in the face with her ass and I swear it felt like getting punched by a giant. This knocked me right out of Jillia’s arms, slamming right to the floor. 

Millis lorded over me and started teasing further attacks. She lifted up her foot and shot it down towards my face, stopping just short of blasting me. My tormentor continued, pretending to kick at my ribs, before doing a similar faux stomp aimed at my groin. In truth, sheer terror struck me every single time, but my body was so decimated at this stage I couldn’t even flinch.

With this she raised her arms in victory as the crowd exploded in a deafening cheer. Obviously they took my unresponsiveness as a sign of my defeat, though she’d truly defeated me long ago. My pride was just too stubborn to believe it, my insecurities too pained to accept it. I could only watch as they gathered around my sister and hoisted her onto their shoulders, giving her the hero’s treatment I had always pined for. 

As they carried her outside and the whole audience seemed to follow. They made absolutely no attempt to step around or over me, in fact anyone that could seemed to be going out of their way to step on me. Every inch of my body received a thorough trampling for the next thirty seconds. When it finally ceased, I felt a hand grab my hair and drag me across the floor.

I was barely aware enough to understand what was going on but when I regained some wits, I realized I was in the same wooden mechanism I woke up in last time, only now it was actually locked. I felt my legs being forced apart, and heard the alarming sound of handcuffs being placed around my ankles. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a gloved white hand cuffing each of my legs to opposite sides of the mechanism, and as I struggled I swiftly realized I couldn’t possibly close my legs anymore.

My captor stepped out in front of me and I saw her for the first time. Adorned in a black leather dominatrix outfit and wielding a billy club, she looked ready to destroy a man. 

“You’re going to be staying in that spot for the rest of your days, so get comfortable. Any woman who comes into this castle is free to abuse you on their way in, however they wish…” she announced, smiling mischievously. 

This was where my journey ended. This was my ultimate fate. Not a champion to be idolized, but a punching bag, a tool for the amusement of an empire’s worth of women.

She continued, “And with your legs bound like that, you’re not going to be able to keep them from getting in as many free kicks to your crotch as they want. Hmhmhm… I will absolutely be making use of that, and I know Jillia’s jumping for more shots too. But I don’t think there could possibly be a more appropriate first taker than the one responsible for this in the first place… Millis, if you’d be so kind? 

I heard her voice speak up, as cheery as ever. “Heehee, thank you very much, Astride. I hope you’re happy with your new home. I’m happy to be the one to kick off your life with us here~! And with no further adieeeuuu...“

The crippling pain finally overcame me entirely when she launched perhaps the strongest shot yet, right between my forcibly splayed legs and the shock of the blow forced me to black out.