Anna gets what she wants.

Billy slowly woke up to see Anna straddling him in the exact same pin she'd had on him when she first came into his room that night, except they were now on the floor instead of on the bed.

And Billy was weaker now...much weaker.

Anna grinned when she saw that he'd woken up, and leaned forward with her hands on his shoulders as he started to struggle slightly.

"Not so fast!" she scolded him, letting go with one hand so she could wag a finger at him condescendingly. "You know what I want, and I'm not letting you go until you tell me!"

Billy did know...she wanted him to tell her about Karen...and Carly...and Lucy...although he was betting she didn't suspect he'd been trounced by THREE different women in addition to his own mom and his nerdy sister.

He couldn't do it. Even though Anna had beaten him up, outwrestled him, and smothered him with her ass, he still couldn't just let her win.

Anna must have seen the look on his face as he continued to struggle. "Don't make me knock you out again!" she said, a little angrily.

"Do your worst!" Billy whispered, trying to show more confidence than he felt.

"Okay, if you say so!" Anna replied. Then she took her skinny forearm and tried to lay it across his throat. Billy got his hands there just in time, grabbing Anna's wrist with one hand and her elbow with the other. He pressed her arm up off his throat, giving him room to breathe.

Anna responded by shifting her weight, leaning forward and looming over him, putting more weight behind her **** attempt. Billy's attempt to press her arm off him faltered, and they were locked in a temporary stalemate.

Billy hated this. Anna's forearm hovered just inches from him, quivering from the **** of her strength and his efforts to oppose it. She looked right into his eyes, making it a psychological battle as well as physical. And with every new effort she put in, her whole body shook a little, making her boobs bounce in her tank top.

Yes, Billy hated it. But it didn't stop his dick from becoming rock hard. Again. Billy was haunted by something Karen had said, about giving him an association between being dominated and being turned on. Little did she know, he'd already had that association. But it was definitely becoming stronger with each one of these little incidents.

After a few moments of this, Anna broke the stalemate. Or maybe Billy did, by getting weaker. But either way, a thrill of fear flashed through Billy as Anna's forearm suddenly started inching downwards towards his throat, almost imperceptibly at first. But it became more and more obvious.

The thrill that flashed through Anna wasn't anything like fear, it was more of a fierce triumph. She was right! She was stronger than Billy, no matter how you looked at it. The triumph spread over her face as she leaned forward and pressed hard.

Slowly, Billy's shaking arms gave up ground to Anna's. Anna allowed herself a little grunt of effort as she **** her arm down the final inch. Billy felt her arm make contact with his throat, gently at first, then firmer and firmer. He pushed back, but it didn't help. Anna's face was now directly over his, her long hair tickling him. Then, still quivering, her arm started to sink in enough to cut off Billy's breathing.

He immediately panicked and doubled his struggling, but his arms were too weak, and squirming the rest of his body only made Anna bounce slightly. Again his gaze was drawn to her jiggling cleavage as he jostled her.

As she choked him, he gave up using his arms to push at hers...she'd already beaten him there. But he was already woozy and clumsy, and he couldn't do anything useful with his now-free arms. He just pawed clumsily at any part of her that he could reach, and Anna ignored it.

By chance, or possibly by subconscious desire, Billy's arm pushed out at Anna's chest, trying to somehow make some space between him and her for him to breathe. It didn't work, but one of his fingers slipped between her breasts and caught in her tank top, pulling the collar down as he pulled his arm back in.

Anna's tits, big and round and perfect, simultaneously popped out of her tank top. Billy's mouth dropped open, and Anna blushed instantly. She immediately let go of her **** and sat up, quickly putting her boobs back in her tank top and looking very affronted.

"You asshole!" she exclaimed, still keeping her voice down but obviously angry. Billy's relief at getting out of the **** was short-lived. Anna reared back and wound up, and Billy was barely present enough to realize she was about to punch him.

"BAM!" her fist made an audible noise as it crashed down onto Billy's face, only partially blocked by his panicked hand. He gasped, but Anna was already throwing her second punch, which landed on the other side of Billy's face. Pain bloomed in his face as her sharp, ungloved fist smacked into his cheekbone.

Billy tried to defend, but Anna's positional advantage of sitting on top of him gave her punches extra ****. Even when he got his hands in front of them, they bashed his hands back into his face painfully.

"No--" SMACK. "Stop--" SMACK. "Wait--" SMACK!! Anna was legitimately pissed off at him, and it showed.

"You think you can just strip me and look at my tits?!" she scream-whispered at him.

"No--" SMACK. "It was an acci--" SMACK. Billy desperately tried to defend himself verbally and physically. Neither was working.

"Is that why you wanted to box me? Just to get your hands on my body?" she asked, in between swinging wild punches at his face.

"That wasn't me, it was MOM who wanted us to---ugh!" Billy's head jerked back as Anna hit him with a clean jab to the nose. He was really getting woozy now, but was still able to partially block most of her blows.

"Sure..." Anna said, mockingly. She raised a fist for another punch and Billy flinched, making Anna giggle. "You did want to fight Mom, though, right? That was your idea? Because the idea of beating up a woman turns you on? Well I guess it backfired!" she said gleefully as she snuck a punch around his hands and tagged him on the ear.

"Nooooo...." Billy moaned, his brain now almost too fuzzy to form words.

"Yes," Anna corrected him. "You're a disgusting--" SMACK "--perverted--" SMACK "--animal, aren't you?" SMACK. Another series of punches blasted his weakening hands back into his face.

Even as Anna was insulting Billy, though, she couldn't ignore the warm, insistent feeling coming from her pussy. But it was different for her, though. She wasn't getting off on her brother or his body, muscular though it might be. She was getting off on the pure power-pleasure of her dainty, feminine fists dismantling a man's body--doing something she never thought was possible for her!

Billy's hands kept getting in the way of her punches, and Anna was getting annoyed. She quickly grabbed both Billy's wrists, his mouth opening in an O of surprise. She tucked each of his hands under her legs and swiftly sat down hard on them, leaving Billy's hands quite trapped between her calves and her thighs.

And leaving his face completely and utterly defenseless.

Anna paused to adjust her hair and her tank top. She didn't want Billy getting another undeserved glimpse of the girls. Billy squirmed, a terrified look on his face, but there was no escaping, especially in his weakened condition.

"Anna--please--don't knock me out!" Billy begged her. "I--I can't handle it!" he whined pathetically.

Anna leaned over him menacingly. "You should have thought of that before you pulled my shirt down," she said to him sternly. Then she hit him with a fast combination of three hooks.

BAM! The first jerked his head to the right, a clean hit since he had no ability to use his hands.

SMACK! The second jerked his head back to the left, a panicked look in his eyes.

"Anna, pleeeease, I'll tell you anything you want to know!" Billy's voice broke as he capitulated entirely to her.

"Yes, you will...when you wake up!" Anna said, laughing, as she threw one more punch.

BAM! This one, a vicious hook, slammed into Billy's chin and jerked his whole head to the right. Anna had her arm cocked for another punch, but she could see it wasn't necessary. She had hit him right in the sweet spot, and Billy was now out cold.

"So easy..." she murmured to herself. She maintained her perch on top of him, idly poking and prodding at his face while waiting for him to wake up.