Chapter 2: The 1st Battle Royale: Mallory Fights for her Modesty

“Oh god” said Mallory and the pretty, young eighteen-year-old brunette now put her hands out in front of her while curling her fingers into claws. Mallory then started to shuffle her feet sideways, in a counter clockwise direction, as her little brother walked towards her.

“Sorry Mal but the guy said if I take it easy on you he’s gonna shoot either mom or dad.” Before his sister could react, Alex’s right hand had darted out. In an instant it had grabbed the middle finger of his sister’s left hand and violently jerked it backwards. There was a sudden crack in the air, like the sound of a dry piece of wood being broken in two and it shot through the heart of every Keaton family member. Mallory screamed and, as Alex continued to bend back that broken finger, the pretty young eighteen-year-old now sank to her knees, desperately wanting to stop her new pain. It was almost as if Alex had expected her to do this for the fourteen-year-old boy now shot his right knee forward and this hard round bone struck his older sister’s stomach so hard that no one in the room doubted he had used all of his force. The pretty brunette’s scream now became a strangled gurgle as Mallory doubled over. Her brown eyes bulged out in shock; the look of surprise on her face would almost have been comical if not for the absolute horror of the situation. With his older sister doubled over in pain and now staring down at the floor, Alex took full advantage of his latest opportunity. The fourteen-year-old boy stepped forward again and, after he grabbed two fistfuls of his sister’s shoulder length hair, he yanked it as hard as he could, first pulling Mallory off of her knees before slamming her against the linoleum floor with enough force that the doors of all the cabinets in the kitchen now shuddered open. Elyse, meanwhile, watched all of this in horror. The fact that Alex was acting so calm only made her feel all the more sick, as her fourteen-year-old son stepped one foot on each of her daughter’s arms, the fourteen-year-old boy then leaned forward and grabbed a fistful of Mallory’s hair again, the other hand tucking under her chin.

“You know Mal, I know the guy said you could save the whole family if you defeated me but I hate to see you getting beaten so badly. Please, just give up and admit that the only way this is going to end is by having your own little fourteen-year-old brother strip you naked and shave your pussy and then you won’t have to suffer any more pain.

Other than, I mean, your broken finger and where I kneed you in the stomach.”

With Mallory lying on her stomach and Alex kneeling astride her with his feet pressing down on her arms; the fourteen-year-old boy now used the hand that was under Mallory’s chin to lift his sister’s head up, turning her face so it could now be seen by everyone in the room. Alex now put his full weight on both of his sister’s arms just above the elbow and, while pressing down, lifted her head even higher forcing the eighteen-year-old girl into a back bend that must have been excruciatingly painful.

“Go on Mal, Go on and tell the camera you surrender. Go on and admit that your such a weak little piece of pussy that it only takes your little fourteen-year-old brother two minutes to get you to surrender that you most want to keep private.”

Mallory started to cry and her little brother’s hand now slipped down. It squeezed the eighteen-year-old girl’s windpipe until the cries first strangled and then completely cut off. “No crying now sis. Go on, go on and tell the camera what I just told you to say. Go on and say it and I promise there will be no more beatings.”

Elyse couldn’t bear it anymore. Seeing her daughter be tortured like this and by her very own brother, it was far and away the most painful thing she had ever had to watch.

“God please stop!”

Alex’s head now turned towards her and, when the forty-two-year-old mom saw the impassive expression on her son’s face, she found it to be almost as terrifying as the way he so calmly beat his sister into submission.

“They told me I had to, mom” Alex said calmly, then his head turned back down so it stared at the back of his sister’s head.

“When?!” Elyse cried.

They had all come into the kitchen together. If the robbers had told Alex he not only had to strip his sister naked but humiliate her on camera by making her say embarrassing things, surely Elyse would have seen it.

“I thought I told you to shut up,” the boy with the shotgun now said to Elyse.

“You want me to kill your husband.”

The barrel of the shotgun now swung over towards Steven whose body went rigid again.

“Elyse for god’s sake’s” he now said.

The pretty, forty-two-year-old blond mom’s question, it seemed, was destined to go unanswered. The angry expression on the boy’s face made it clear that there would be no more second chances.

“I-I’m s-sorry. I p-promise. I w-won’t spa-speak again. P-please ... p-please don’t kill my h-husband.”

“Last warning” said the black boy, his face still angry as he turned back to watch the horror show playing out in the middle of the Keaton’s kitchen floor.

“Go on sis. Say it.”

Alex now pulled even further back on his sister’s chin and Elyse wondered just how much further her daughter’s back could bend before something horrible happened and the eighteen-year-old girl was paralyzed for life. Mallory now let out a painful and humiliating squeal but, as she tried to force the air out of her lungs, Alex squeezed her windpipe again until that squeal turned into a strangled and gurgling moan.

“I don’t enjoy doing this sis,” said Alex.

“Please don’t make me have to do it again. Just look at the camera and say what I told you to say and then this will all be over. Well, except for the part where your own fourteen-year-old brother takes off all your clothes and then shaves your pussy.” “Gurg.” said Mallory and Elyse could see her daughter’s throat flex and squeeze, the slight feminine Adams apple bobbing up and down as her daughter struggled with the pain. Alex’s grip on her hair tightened and then he let go. He now wrapped both his hands under her chin and sat on her bottom, pinning her lower half to the ground while bending her upper body both up and back further than it was ever designed to go. “In pro wrestling sis, they call this move the back breaker. What do you think, should we see if it lives up to its name?

Mallory’s head was now tilted so far back and the stress on her neck must have been so great that the eighteen-year-old girl could only let out a rasping hiss of air. It made a ckckckckckckckckc sound then with the greatest of effort the pretty brunette eighteen-year-old managed to scratch a few quiet words out.

“O.K ... o.k. P-please ... I’ll do it ... I’ll do anything you want. P-please ... just stop.”

Alex removed his hands from under his sister’s chin and Mallory immediately collapsed on her stomach her breath now heaving in and out of her as she sucked in the sweet air that she had been so recently denied. Unfortunately for her, her fourteen-year-old brother only allowed this for a moment. Alex now stood, taking his weight off of his sister while moving to her side he then grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up. “GAAH!” Mallory cried and Elyse knew the pain in her daughter’s scalp must have been tremendous; the eighteen-year-old girl now struggled to get back onto her knees. In a moment she was up and kneeling there humiliated, Alex’s grip on her hair turned her face towards one of the other two black boys; this one was crouching down so he made sure he captured Mallory’s humiliated expression as he recorded the scene on what appeared to be his cell phone camera.

“Go on sis, say what you have to say. Start with I’m Mallory Keaton, I’m eighteen and I’m currently a senior at Grandville High School here in Grandville Ohio and I’m making this tape today as an on the record statement of my full and complete surrender to my fourteen-year-old brother Alex. A nice young boy came to see us today and he bet my mother that all women are so weak that a eighteen-year-old girl like myself couldn’t even keep her clothes on for ten minutes if her very own fourteen-year-old tried to take them off. It’s been...”

Alex looked over at the boy with the shotgun who turned his wrist and looked at his watch.

“Three minutes and forty seven seconds”

“It’s been three minutes and forty seven seconds and I’m here to say that I’m so pathetic that my brother has already beaten me into submission. I’m ready to surrender knowing full well that after I do, I get to demonstrate just how completely conquered and defeated I am by going through the humiliating process of letting my very own little brother take all my clothes off except for my socks. There you go Mal, say that. Say that or else I’m afraid I got to put you back in the back breaker again and this time-” Alex gave a little uncomfortable shrug of his shoulder as if the very idea of what he would say next caused him considerable physical discomfort.

“and this time I can’t stop until your back is broke. Sorry, I don’t want to do it but, you know...”

Mallory’s fourteen-year-old brother now gave a sweep of his arm at the three black intruders.

“you know ... they’re making me.”

Horrified, Elyse watched the scene play out; her mind in a whirl. It was what Alex had said, they told me I had to, that she still couldn’t get her mind around. When had this happened? The family hadn’t been apart for a second since this whole ordeal started so just when had these criminals, these horrible perverted animals, told her own son that he had to torture his sister like this. There was another gurgling sound from out in the floor and Elyse snapped back to reality just in time to see her eighteen-year-old daughter give her speech of capitulation, and the mortified look on Mallory’s face was almost to painful for her mother to bear.

“I ... My ... my nuh-name is Muh-Mallory Kuh-kuh-Keaton.” Mallory now stammered and tears started to stream down the humiliated girls face.

I’m-uh ... I’m uh-eight-eight-eighteen and I’m uh kuh-currently a suh-senior at Guh-guh-Grandville Huh-high School here in Guh-randville Ohio. I-uh ... I’m ... I’m making this stuh-state-state-statement tuh-day as a vuh-videotaped ruh-record of my fuh-full and kuh-complete suh-suh-surrender to my fuh-fuh-fourteen-year-old buh-brother Ah-Alex. Suh-Someone ... buh-bet my muh-muh-mom that all wuh-women-women-women are suh-suh-so wuh-wuh-weak that uh Ay-ay-ayteen year old girl like myself couldn’t even keep her clothes on for ten minutes if her very own fuh-fourteen-year-old buh-brother tuh-tried to take them uh-off. It’s been juh-just over fuh-fuh-four-four-four muh-minutes and my luh-luh-little buh-brother has already kuh-completely duh-fee-fee-feated me. I-uh-”

Visible to everyone in the room, Mallory’s throat now flexed hard. The young girl appeared to swallow and her tiny Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as she tried to prepare herself to say something more horrible than anything she could have ever possibly imagined.

“I-uh”

Mallory’s throat now flexed again as the pretty eighteen-year-old cast her eyes down on the floor in shame. As freely as her tears had been flowing before, the tiny salty droplets now poured down her cheeks at an ever-increasing pace.

“I-uh I’m ... I’m ... I’m ready to suh-render-render-render knowing fuh-full wuh-well that wuh-when I duh-duh-do, I-uh ... I ... I ... I guh-get to duh-demon-demon-demon stuh-strate-strate-strate juh-just how kuh-completely kuh-conquered ... conquered and duh-duh-defeated I am by uh ... by ... by ... by luh-letting-letting-letting my uh-own fuh-four-four by luh-letting my very own fuh-fourteen-year-old little brother tuh-take off uh-all my clothes eh-except for my suh-suh-socks-socks-socks.”

“Well,” Alex said now, “I can’t imagine that was as good as these boys hoped for” said Alex once again sweeping his arm in a motion to indicate who everyone already knew he was talking about.

“I think they wanted you to say it without all the stuttering, whimpering and crying Mal but, you know, I guess they’ll take what they can get. Now back down on your stomach.” From his position of standing to the left of his kneeling sister, Alex now shoved hard on the back of his sister’s head once again throwing her down on her stomach. He then lifted his right foot and swung it over Mallory’s prone body. After that foot once again pressed all its weight down on his sister’s right arm; the fourteen-year-old boy dropped himself down so that he was sitting in the middle of his older sister’s spine. Alex then reached around behind his own body and feeling for the lower edge of his sister’s pretty sweater, the fourteen-year-old boy now began to pull it towards him. While the back of Mallory’s sweater lifted easily, the front side, pinned as it was between her body and the floor ended up staying right where it was. So Alex re-positioned his hands at the sides of his sister’s hips, Mallory’s younger brother then grabbed the two sides of the sweater at the bottom edge where it tucked underneath her body. He then shimmied it up, all while grunting with effort while, below his seated position, Mallory now whimpered and whined. Slowly Alex was able to work the trapped red acrylic upwards and, in a few seconds, it was over. Alex was pulling the bottom edge free from beneath his older sister’s prone body, Alex then lifted his feet off her arms and pushed them towards her head. Now Mallory’s sweater truly began to come free. Down her arms the pretty red garment slid while the threads of the fabric made a slight popping sound as the fourteen-year-old boy stretched it out wide enough so that he could slip it over her head. Mallory’s sweater was now off and Alex held it as high in the air as he could. It was a triumphant salute of victory over his first conquest and the fourteen-year-old boy seemed to want everyone to know just how much he savored it. A moment later, a remark of ‘there goes your sweater’ escaped Alex’s lips as, the fourteen-year-old boy casually tossed his older sister’s sweater aside, as if anyone needed it stated. Underneath her sweater, Mallory had worn a blue blouse, and now Alex started to work on this, although in an entirely different manner. Mallory’s fourteen-year-old younger brother now, instead, grabbed the material of his sister’s pretty blue blouse right in the middle of her back and, like another boy his age might grab the two sides of a bag of potato chips, Alex now pulled his hands apart until his older sister’s shirt split down the middle of her back. Another scream of panic escaped the trapped eighteen-year-old, as the sound of her pretty blouse tearing filled her delicate conch-shaped ears. The thought that this might actually happen, that her own little fourteen-year-old brother might strip her completely naked in the kitchen of her home, while her family and total strangers stood by, watching and recording it on their cell phones, all of a sudden it all became real to the pretty eighteen-year-old girl. Alex continued to pull as the tear grew ever larger, not stopping until it had reached from her collar to her waist. Almost the entirety of the shirt now lay split in two, the only part of it intact being Mallory’s collar. As Mallory pressed her arms out to her sides as if she were desperately trying to do a push-up, Alex calmly grabbed the material right below the collar and tore it in both directions again in an outward direction His sister still grunted and struggled beneath him but it was all to no avail. The poor girl just wasn’t strong enough to lift both herself and all her brother’s weight. Her legs now kicked behind her helplessly as Alex calmly slid the torn open shirt over Mallory’s two arms and, when the poor girl thrashed her arms in an attempt to stop him, Alex grabbed the left one and twisted it painfully behind her back.

“Come on now Mal” Alex said calmly as his sister once again began to scream, “leave your other arm still so your brother can take off your shirt.”

Mallory continued to fight and so Alex twisted her arm even further and, it was only when the top of her arm bulged obscenely out of its socket, that the terrified eighteen-year-old finally relented.

“Go ahead and say you submit then Mallory” Alex now commanded in his same eerily calm voice.

“Go ahead and say you submit to letting your fourteen-year-old brother take off your shirt”

With the hand that wasn’t involved in twisting his sister’s arm back behind her Alex reached forward and pulled on Mallory’s hair. The pretty brown locks seemed ready to tear out of her scalp, as the tension tilted her face up towards the camera.

“AHHH! HAAAAHH-AHHHH!!!” cried Mallory in obvious excruciating pain.

“I’m only doing this because I have to Mallory. I’m only doing this to keep any member of our family from getting hurt. If you want to blame anyone for your current predicament,

I think you should really blame Mom.”

The accusation was like a knife in Elyse’s heart at least in part because she feared it was true. Alex now twisted his sister’s arm further up behind her back which lead to more screams from his poor, defenseless sister.

“Last chance Mal, say what I told you to say for the camera or else I’m going to have to pop your shoulder out of its socket. Here’, I’ll release the pressure so you don’t feel like screamin’ so much.”

Alex relaxed his grip on Mallory’s arm and her shoulder now didn’t bulge out quite as far. Even so, Alex kept his grip on her wrist and everyone could see that his older sister was terrified that it was so he could make good on his threat.

“I s-s-submit” Mallory now half sobbingly groaned. “I ... I’m gonna let my fourteen-year-old b-brother t-t-take off my sh-sh-shirt.”

“O.K., good girl” said Alex and now he let go of his older sister’s arm. It went limp and laid weakly right beside her and Mallory now made no effort to stop her little brother from taking off her shirt. Alex slid the rest of the material over her arms, one at a time and then pulled the front of her shirt from beneath her. Though it was pinned against the floor by his older sister’s body, Alex was able to free it eventually. Mallory’s fourteen-year-old younger brother than held it aloft, just as he had done with her sweater, apparently savoring his second victory almost as much as he had his first. Finally, the pretty torn garment was tossed aside almost casually and, for some reason, this casualness frightened Elyse even more although the pretty Catholic mom supposed that she should be grateful that her son was handling the stress of this terrifying situation so well.

“Gotta take off your bra now sis,” Alex said in a very matter of fact way. “Sorry but I just gotta do it. Terms of the contest and all you know.”

Mallory’s sobs now became all the louder and each one tore at Elyse’s soul. The pretty Catholic mom still couldn’t believe this was happening; it was a scene out of a nightmare, something more horrifying than anything she ever could have imagined. Alex now again twisted Mallory’s arm up behind her but this time also lifted his weight off of her ever so slightly. Beneath him, his older sister’s legs now kicked furiously behind her, although the single inch that Alex lifted himself up was nowhere near high enough for her to escape. Her arm now continued to twist and in a second Mallory made her decision. The tearing sensation of her shoulder was just too painful and slowly she started to roll over on her back. Smiling, Alex lifted his body slightly higher although, it was just enough so that his sister’s hips could rotate beneath him as she turned herself over.

“Good girl” Alex said happily as he looked at his sister who was now staring up at him “Now we can do this one of two ways. You can lift your back up off the ground effectively surrendering the clasp of your bra to your fourteen-year-old brother’s hands or else we can continue to fight, I think you know the second way’s going to be much more painful. Oh and you’ll be making it that much harder to win this contest and make these guys leave us alone.”

Mallory gave her answer in the form of an action as the eighteen-year-old girl’s battered and bruised arms clawed at Alex weakly. It was just another pathetic attempt to either scratch her younger brother or just push him off of her. Alex smiled at his older sister’s latest futile effort and then, a moment later, he grabbed her two wrists and then pinned them both to the floor. The fourteen-year-old boy then maneuvered his older sister’s hands next to each of his knees and, lifting these up one at a time, Alex then lowered them down onto Mallory’s hands. The pain of that crushing weight on the delicate bones in her hands now made Mallory shriek in agony and, it was while she struggled and twisted beneath him, that Alex was able to get both of his hands underneath his older sister’s back.

“GAHHHHH! HAHHHHH! HAAAAAAAA! ALEX NO!!!!!!!” Mallory now screamed.

The series of high pitched wails that came out of Mallory while she struggled to maintain her modesty now pierced the air and, Elyse thought as she stood by and watched helplessly, threatened to shatter everyone’s ear drums. Again, as Elyse feared they would, all of her daughter’s struggles would all prove futile as the cold linoleum floor provided a smooth surface over which Alex could slide his hands. Mallory’s 14 year old younger brother now lifted her back off the floor with ease and, though she fought as hard as she possibly could against him, it was all over in the space of a few seconds. Alex’s latest victory was now complete as he let the whole room know he had seized a hold of his sister’s bra strap.

“Ummm. Uffff. There ... almost got it ... almost got it ... got it!”

The fourteen-year-old boy actually seemed pleased with what he had achieved though Elyse knew he couldn’t actually be enjoying the horrors that were happening. It was a nightmare out of the sickest of pornography though Elyse didn’t think even those disgusting degenerates could dream up something this depraved.

“That’s ... it ... sis” Alex now said, the exertion he exhibited coming out with each halting breath.

“Struggle ... all ... you ... want ... You’re ... still ... going ... to ... find ... Oh. Oh. Uh oh Mall. What ... what that you feel beneath your back. Does ... does your little ... little brother have a hold of your bra strap. Yes ... yes ... yes he does. Oh ... oh ... oh his fingers are coming together. Do you feel that? Do you feel that Mal? I ... I ... I got the two ends of it. Now ... just ... just g-got to skuh-squeeze them together. Yep ... there ... there suh-sliding past each other and...”

The fourteen-year-old boy now stopped speaking and his face broke out into the largest of grins. A moment later his two hands reappeared from beneath his sister’s back, this time each one clasping one half of her bra strap.

“Told you it was futile” Alex now said.

“Now all I have to do is lift your bra off you. I gotta say Mal I’m wondering about how you’re feeling knowing that in another two seconds, your little fourteen-year-old brother is going to get to see your tits.”

Mallory’s eyes narrowed as she continued to look up at him, her face transforming to a mask of hate.

“Screw you” the older girl said, spitting out the words with some viciousness. Then turned her head to the side and again she started to cry.

“Uh-uh-uh” the boy holding the shotgun now said.

“You stay in the moment young lady. You stay looking up at your brother. I don’t want you trying to force your mind to go somewhere else while this is happening to you. I want your mind staying right here. Staying focused on every second of your little brother’s victory over you. I want the two of you looking right at each other while your brother now takes off your bra.”

Mallory didn’t move, instead just laying their motionless, her face turned towards the refrigerator that stood against the far wall of the kitchen. It was obvious she was trying to imagine some way to endure the agony of her ongoing defeat and humiliation.

“Well, maybe you’ll look back up at your brother after I shoot your mom.”

The black boy, who had kept the two barrels of the shotgun slightly pointed off the side, now directed them straight at Elyse’s chest. The pretty blond haired mother visibly stiffened and only again began to relax once Mallory rolled her head back to the right. Her brown eyes now stared directly up at Alex and, from his vantage point sitting on her waist, his knees pinning each of her two hands to the ground, he could see the most desperate pleading in those eyes.

“Ah the great reveal” Alex said and, to Elyse, he sounded positively happy. In a motion he reached down, the thumb and forefinger of each of his hands now pinching down on Mallory’s delicate bra strap at the point each one curved over her elegant shoulders. He then lifted them up and the straps came with his hands, they rounded her shoulders and slid down her arms only then drawing tight and pulling the cups with them. As the cups lifted away, they revealed two perfect breasts. They were both large, pink and globular and they now thrust upwards like the world’s two most amazingly erotic mountains. Each one was capped by a darker pink nipple and not a person in the room could miss that each was rock hard. Mallory now let out a cry as her bra lifted away Alex slid it down to her wrists then once again spoke.

“I’m going to take my knees off your hands, one at a time now Mal. I don’t want to hurt you but, you know, if you fight back, these guys said I had to try as hard as I could to win this little contest.”

Mallory said nothing and continued to stare up at her brother while Alex gently lifted his left knee no more than an inch or two. The reaction was instantaneous for, though her arm had been battered and bruised and smashed like never before, Mallory was willing to fight through the agony that every new movement of that arm now brought. She jerked it towards her shoulder, inadvertently sliding her wrist from under the bra strap, then flung it at Alex, who calmly caught the wrist in his own two free hands.

“Now now Mal” he said in an almost condescending tone. “I admire that you still got some fight left in you but surely you must have realized by now that your completely fuckin’ pathetic and no matter what you do your very own little brother is going to take off all your clothes with so little effort that he doesn’t even break a sweat.”

Alex now bent her hand forward and Mallory cried out in pain, he then relaxed the terrible pressure but held on to her wrist.

“You wanna see how easy it is to break a person’s rotator cuff Mal? Here I’ll show you.” Alex once again bent his sister’s hand forward as if he was trying to press her palm into her forearm. Mallory again cried out in pain then begged Alex to let her go.

“Ahhhh! Ahhh God! Alex please stop! Ohhh God that hurts!”

“I’ll stop” said Alex, “but first you got to promise me you’re going to be a good girl. Com one, let me hear you say you’re going to be a good girl and surrender to your fourteen-year-old brother.”

Alex now bent his older sister’s wrist forward as the clearest of warnings and this caused Mallory to cry out again and realize the consequences of her refusal to comply. “Ahhhh! O.K.! O.K.! Ahhhh! I’ll be a good girl. Ahhhh! I promise. I promise I’ll be a good girl and I ... I ... I surrender to my fourteen-year-old brother!”

Alex put his older sister’s wrist down laying it gently against the floor with a tenderness that was made ironic when compared to his previous viciousness. He didn’t bother to put his knee on it but before he let it go, he gave his older sister one more warning.

“No more warnings after this sis” he now intoned darkly.

“You raise this arm up against me again and I’m breaking your wrist.”

Alex seemed satisfied that he had made his point but, when the boy guided his sister’s arm down to the floor, he still lifted up his knee so he could slide her hand under it. “I’m going to keep the pressure off those hands best I can now Mal but you know, you gotta surrender. You gotta admit defeat and surrender to your little brother.

Otherwise...”

Alex now kicked his feet so only the toe of his shoes pushed into the floor. At the same time he straightened his body, lifting his rear end so it hovered slightly above his sister and, between these two actions, almost all the fourteen-year-old boy’s weight was transferred to his knees and subsequently also his sister’s hands.

“Ahhhh! Hahhhh! Ahhhh!”

Mallory once again began to cry out in pain and thrash about. It was obvious the eighteen-year-old girl was desperate to free her hands but, while the back and forth motion of her body now made her large and creamy breasts sway seductively, it did nothing to free her hands trapped as they were under her brother’s knees. Alex leaned back and transferred some of his weight back to his feet allowing the pressure on his knees to lessen to the point where Mallory could almost pull her hands free. “Uh uh uh sis” Alex now said and placed his own hands on top of his sister’s wrists preventing her from pulling her hands free.

“You try and free those hands and I’m gonna have to crush them again. This time, I don’t know, some of those little delicate bones ... well they just might break.