Missy’s Misfortune

Missy’s Misfortune pt 5

Missy lay on her side, still sobbing at the humiliation of being forced to orgasm while watching a 14 year old girl get gang-raped by these women. She could feel Jenny pressing herself against her back, the older woman’s stiff nipples pressing against her flesh. Jenny’s hand was still holding the vibrator just inside the girl’s pussy as she lifted one of her legs over Missy’s thighs and ground her pussy against the girl’s ass.

Missy could feel the wetness of her owner’s pussy rubbing against her behind, she knew the older woman was getting off on her obvious distress as much as what they had been watching on the screen. She felt Jenny’s grip on the vibrator loosen slightly as it was eased further into her.

“Clamp your legs together, slut, keep it there.” Jenny half cooed, half snarled into Missy’s ear and the terrified and broken girl meekly complied, pressing onto Jenny’s hand as slid out from between her thighs.

Jenny ran her free hand over Missy’s young and abused body, loving the feel of the school-girl’s firm, soft flesh. She squeezed the girl’s legs, her fingers pressing lightly onto Missy’s firm muscles before running her hand upwards, over her slut’s flat stomach to her breasts which she started to squeeze and knead, twisting the nipples between her finger and thumb making Missy cry out in a low voice.

“Shhhh, slut.” Jenny whispered in her ear. “Watch the TV, there’s more to come.”

The screen went blank again giving no clues as to Julie’s final fate, though Missy could guess it was to be one of endless sexual drudgery. The next scene suddenly appeared; it was a large suburban living room, the curtains were drawn so Missy was unable to tell the time of day. A group of women aged between 30 and 50 were sitting round the room chatting and laughing, smiling whenever the camera focussed on them.

Missy didn’t recognise any of the women until the camera lighted on Elizabeth, but apart from her all the others were strangers. Judging by their accents they weren’t American and Missy guessed they were Canadian. The bits of the conversation the microphone picked up were totally inconsequential, just daily trivia and TV talk. Missy squirmed as the vibrator continued to torment her pussy, her ass pressing back against her owners pussy. She knew the video would soon show some new depravity but the blandness of the scene meant the vibrator pushing inside her was dominating her thoughts.

On the screen the camera swiftly panned round as a door opened and 2 terrified young girls were pushed violently into the room. The 2 girls were clearly twins, about 15 or 16 years old, and like most twins at that age their appearances were as identical as their looks; their hair was red and curly, and reached down to their shoulders, they had pretty faces with a fair sprinkling of faint freckles, their green eyes showed their obvious fear at their surroundings.

The camera zoomed in on the girls as they stood holding each other for comfort, they eyed the camera apprehensively as it panned up and down their identical emerald green t-shirts covering their young breasts which were markedly smaller than Missy’s full pair. The camera continued its journey down their bodies, lingering on their cut-off jean shorts and lightly freckled legs, taking in their ankle socks and sneakers, before zooming in on one of the girl’s crotch.

“So, who are these 2 little sluts, and how did you catch them, Hilary?” Elizabeth’s voice could be heard asking above the general lewd comments being made about the 2 frightened teens.

The woman who had pushed the 2 girls into the room in the first place now stood next to them and raised her hand for silence.

“First things first. For anyone who hasn’t met her yet may I introduce my very good friend Elizabeth who’s visiting us here in Vancouver all the way from Texas. I’m sure you’ve all heard of her.”

There were various murmurs of greeting and appreciation which Elizabeth modestly waved away.

The woman by the girls spoke again.

“Now for the main course. These 2 little sluts are Keri and Teri; they were on their way to visit their Aunt here when I managed to persuade them to come with me to get raped.”

At this the girls started to cry and hugged each other tighter, one of them was about to speak but Hilary slapped her leg hard, leaving a vivid red mark on it which reduced her to quiet sobs.

“How did you persuade her, Hilary?” Elizabeth laughed.

“Well, I should point out that the little sluts are from the wilds of British Columbia and were a bit trusting, which is never a wise thing in the big city. I was behind them in the queue in the diner at the station and I heard them talking about finding a cab to take them to the Mountebank area. So I told them I was from Mountebank and could give them a lift if they wanted. The stupid sluts were so naïve they said yes. Guess their hick parents had warned them about getting lifts off strange men, but never strange women. ‘Course, they had no idea where Mountebank is, so it was easy to get them out here and trick them into coming into the house. I locked them in the dungeon until now.”

One of the girls, the same one who had tried to speak a few seconds earlier, now found her voice.

“You, you said you were going to take us to our Aunt’s. Please can we go now?” She sobbed.

Hilary eyed her coldly, “We’re all the family you have now, you little cunts.” She hissed.

“Now.” She blithely carried on. “Perhaps you 2 little sluts will show us what you have to offer us?”

The twins looked totally non-plussed; their fresh, innocent faces showed a mixture of confusion and fear.

Hilary rolled her eyes heavenwards. “Oh for fucks sake, you dumb bitches. Strip for us. Strip and dance as you do it. Can someone give us the music?”

Someone must have pressed a button at that point as some soft, slow music came on, vaguely Jazzy and intimate; the contrast between the mood of the music and the situation the twins were in couldn’t have been sharper.

The twins still stood, hugging each other, dumbfounded. The more forceful one spoke.

“But we can’t undress in front of you, it’s not right.”

From out of shot a woman stepped smartly into view and flashed a riding crop hard across the girl’s legs, she screamed sharply and lifted her leg off the ground, her hand rubbing where the crop landed, a thin red weal already there. She looked round, tears in her eyes, her sister clinging to her even tighter now.

“Are you going to do a strip-tease for us? Or do we have to hit you some more? Look, do you know who I am?”

The girl’s shook their heads apprehensively.

“Do you know the address of this house?”

The girl’s shook their heads again.

“So, there’s no danger of you telling the police about us. Do a strip-tease for us and I promise I’ll drop you near your aunt’s house afterwards.”

The twins looked doubtful. “You promise?”

“Sure, I promise.” Hilary smiled.

“You just want us to do a strip-tease for you? You won’t touch us or anything?”

“I promise.” Hilary lied.

The volume of the music increased slightly as the two terrified girls looked first at each other, then at Hilary, then one of the girls whispered something to the other one and, slowly and very self-consciously both girls started to dance to the music.

Hilary narrowed her eyes and raised her riding crop, “You’d better do than that, you sluts.” she hissed.

As the girl’s saw the riding crop twitch in her hand they started to move more gracefully and in time to the music.

“Turn around please.” A voice ordered from the audience in a tone that didn’t permit argument and both girls turned as one.

“Wiggle those asses, sluts” The same voice continued and both girls obediently wiggled their denim covered asses to murmurs of lewd approval.

“Wow, that’s a hot ass.”

“Can’t wait to have that over my lap.”

“Come on slut, shake it for me.”

Suddenly the more forceful of the girl’s stopped dancing and turned on her audience in a sobbing fury.

“Stop it, just stop it.” She half yelled, half sobbed. “We’re not doing it, just let us….Owwwwwww” Her voice tailed off into a low moan of pain as Hilary and another woman stepped forward and whipped their crops viciously onto her bare thighs.

She stood there in tears, rubbing the vivid red welts on her pale skin. Hilary, her face contorted with anger slapped her hard across her face and, as she staggered back, grabbed a handful of her red hair and jerked her head towards hers.

Her sister screamed loudly until she was silenced by another crack of a crop.

“Listen, you fucking slut.” Hilary said in an icy voice. “The sooner you do this for us the sooner you can go. Or would you rather we kept you here and tried out a few of the things I showed you in the dungeon?”

Keri’s eyes widened in fear, obviously Hilary had showed both girls some torture implements during their confinement, and the threat of using them seemed to be enough to quell her rebellion.

“So what’s it going to be, slut?” Hilary’s voice stayed icily flat.

“We’ll dance.” Keri stammered

“And strip?”

Keri nodded as best she could with her head tightly held by the older woman.

Hilary let her go and walked back to her seat her face like thunder. “Put the music back on.” She ordered as she sat down.

This time the twins started dancing immediately, gyrating their hips in time to the smooth tune, their eyes fixed resolutely on the ground, avoiding any contact with their depraved audience.

“Take off your t-shirts, sluts.” Hilary ordered in a matter of fact voice, swishing her crop through the air to emphasise the request.

Both girls gripped the bottom of their green shirts and started lifting them upwards, as the twin’s young breasts were exposed there were a few audible gasps of approval in the room.

Keri and Teri weren’t wearing bras, so their small breasts were instantly on display; both girls breasts were what could be called ‘late-starters’ compared to Missy’s much fuller pair. The camera zoomed in on Teri’s chest so closely that Missy could see the pattern of freckles scattered across it, and the girl’s pink nipples.

“Now your shorts, sluts.” Hilary continued, her voice showing her rising excitement as she watched the teenage twins degrade themselves for her and her friends.

Keri and Teri showed a brief second of hesitation until Hilary’s lazy twitching of her riding crop reminded them of the consequences of not complying; almost as if it was a rehearsed part of their choreography both girls reached for the buttons on their blue denim cut-offs and popped them open, the twins then pushed the shorts off their hips, doing a little wiggle as they did which produced a few more lewd shouts from the women.

As she pushed her shorts down her slender thighs Keri realised she was pulling her panties down with them revealing her pussy with its thin, red pubic hair.

“The carpet matches the curtains.” Someone shouted out with a laugh.

“The Boss Woman will love these two; she has a thing about young red-heads.”

This remark totally flummoxed Missy. The Boss Woman? Was there someone behind all this?

Keri tried to pull her panties back up but Hilary moved swiftly to swipe her crop across the girl’s fingers.

“Leave them, just take them both off.”

“But, you’ll see my. Owwwwww” Keri’s attempts to keep her modesty were cut short by another vicious swipe and her face crumpled in a mixture of tears and shame. Her sister, still silent, was crying now after seeing how easily her more dominant sister had been silenced; she knew she’d have no chance of objecting.

Hilary raised the crop a third time but didn’t need to use it now as both girls hurriedly slid their shorts down their legs and stepped out of them. They’d stopped dancing now and were simply standing in front of the lustful women.

Keri was still sobbing, one arm across her chest, the other attempting to cover her pussy, naked apart from her ankle socks and sneakers. Teri still had her pale blue cotton panties on to protect her modesty, her arms were crossed in front of her breasts, and she too was crying and shaking with fear.

Hilary whooshed the crop through the air a few inches from the terrified girls, making them blink and cringe backwards instinctively.

“You two little sluts will now do exactly as I tell you. Just remember, once this is over you’ll be taken to your Aunt’s house, but if you don’t do as I tell you, or show any hesitation I’ll keep you here. Understand?”

The twins nodded dumbly, Keri, shifting her weight from one foot to the other looked as if she was going to say something, perhaps it was dawning on her that this had gone too far for the girls to be released, perhaps she was just going to whinge. Either way she didn’t get the chance to open her mouth before Hilary carried on.

“I want you to dance some more, but this time I want you to touch yourselves. Keri, I want you to play with your little titties. Teri, I want you to put your hand inside your panties and stroke your little pussy. OK? Right, remember what happens if you don’t obey me? Ok, get on with it.”

The two girls looked at each other for a second, exchanging sick looking, resigned glances before complying with Hilary’s latest perverted order. Swaying to the soft music, Keri began to rub her hands on her breasts, cupping them, then letting go, in response to suggestions from the audience she gently stroked her nipples, all the while her eyes were clamped tightly shut in her humiliation.

Teri, her own eyes tight shut, her face red with shame, slipped her hand inside her panties and started to move her fingers over her own pussy; she knew all about masturbation but as far as she was concerned there was nothing erotic about dancing like this in front of all these women.

The women, on the other hand, were clearly getting very turned on; the camera panned over them – most of them hand their hands either down their jeans or underneath their skirts, a few were even playing with their own breasts just as Keri was.

Seeing that both the twins had their eyes shut Hilary made a silent gesture to the women and, almost as one, they silently stood up and quietly made their way towards the dancing girls.

The first thing Keri and Teri knew of the women’s approach was when they suddenly felt hands groping them. Both girls shrieked, eyes snapping open as they tried to move away from the women mauling them.

Each of the girls was surrounded by 3 or 4 women, their hands roaming, squeezing, pinching, and stroking the young captives. Teri seemed frozen in terror as the women explored her, one of them slipped her hand inside Teri’s panties but even this failed to register on her face.

Keri on the other hand was screaming and struggling against the women surrounding her. One of the women grabbed hold of her arms from behind, pinning them against her back but she still kicked wildly as she yelled and sobbed.

“You said you’d let us go, you said you wouldn’t touch us.” She yelled as her kicking legs were grabbed and lifted off the ground. From out of shot Hilary’s voice could be heard.

“Get the slut on the couch; I’ve had enough of her shit.” The camera panned over to Hilary and revealed she was naked from the waist down, and was in the process of tightening up the clasps on a strap-on.

As Keri was dragged struggling and screaming to the couch she caught sight of Hilary moving towards her, the phallus around her waist swaying with each step. Keri’s eyes widened in terror and shock.

“Nooooooo, oh God, please, no, please don’t. Please, please. We won’t tell anyone, we promise. Oh God, please let us go.” Her voice tailed off into a high pitched scream as she was dumped onto the couch on her back, her arms held tightly above her head, her legs pulled apart by different women. She struggled feebly as Hilary climbed onto the couch, kneeling between the teenager’s spread legs. One of the women appeared with a gag and offered it to Hilary who shook her head.

“No, I like to hear them scream.”

She leant over Keri, smiling malevolently as the girl screamed again.

“Does little slut want my cock?” Hilary leered, her face only inches from Keri’s, one of her hands starting to position the head of the strap-on against the girl’s virgin pussy.

The camera had moved around now and was close to Keri’s tear stained face as she begged and pleaded in a low voice. Hilary merely laughed and fiddled around with the strap-on a bit more. When she was satisfied it was in position, she started to push herself inside the helpless girl.

Keri screamed and struggled furiously as she felt Hilary’s synthetic cock push between her pussy lips, she tried to slide sideways so that the older woman would be forced off her, but Hilary held her tightly as she buried her strap-on inside her.

Suddenly Keri gave a louder, shorter, scream and her head snapped back. Missy guessed that Hilary had taken her cherry just as Jenny had taken hers. A loud cheer from the women holding the girl’s arms and legs confirmed it.

“Way to go, Hilly.” One of the women shouted to the group huddled around Teri. “She got her cherry.”

The sight of her sister being raped, and her own situation of being surrounded and groped by a bunch of women all old enough to be her mother seemed to have sent Teri into a state of physical shock, she stared blankly ahead as the women pinched and pulled her nipples, not even reacting when one of them bent down and took one nipple between her teeth and pulled it.

One of the women tormenting Teri, Missy saw, was Elizabeth. She had her hand inside the girl’s blue panties, her fingers moving rhythmically under the thin material, she leant forward and started to kiss the motionless girl, before drawing back for a second just to slap her face.

“Give me your tongue, slut.” Elizabeth barked at her, and then pressed her lips back onto Teri’s mouth, all the time working her fingers inside the girl’s panties.

Clearly Teri wasn’t responding as Elizabeth wished as she suddenly broke away and took her hand out of the teenager’s panties. She started to unzip her skirt, slid it down her stocking clad thighs and stepped out of it.

“Get the little bitch on her knees, I’ll show her what her tongue’s going to be used for from now on.” She muttered.

Teri was pushed abruptly down onto her knees in front of Elizabeth; this seemed to break her state of shock, as for the first time she started to struggle against her captors. One of the women grabbed a fistful of Teri’s red hair to keep her head steady as Elizabeth took one step and brought her pussy close to the girl’s face.

Teri tried to recoil away from the sight of Elizabeth’s glistening pussy lips, but was held in place by the grip on her hair. Elizabeth now placed her hand on the other woman’s to guide Teri’s mouth onto her pussy.

“Lick it, slut, make me come.” Elizabeth cooed as she pressed the teenage captive’s face into her pussy.

It was impossible to tell from the screen whether Teri did lick Elizabeth or not, in truth she didn’t need to; Elizabeth had many years experience of getting off just on the lips of her victims, and she continued to grind her pussy lips against Teri’s mouth and chin; knowing that soon the girl would have to open her mouth to breath.

That second arrived and in a frenzy Elizabeth pulled the girl’s head harder into her wet pussy, arching her own head back as she came, gasping as she felt Teri’s lips moving rapidly over her pussy lips, feeling her own juices trickling out of Teri’s mouth and onto her thighs.

The camera panned back to the couch where Hilary was still fucking Keri who was still struggling, although with less and less strength. In between thrusts, Hilary was panting into Keri’s ear.

“Like it, slut? Like being fucked by us? You’ll be doing this alot for us, better get used to it, slut. How’s your ass? It looked real hot when you were dancing for us, how about I fuck that too?”

Hilary knelt up suddenly, ripping her strap-on out of her victim. She stood up quickly.

“Turn her over, I want her ass.” She said in a breathless voice.

Keri started to scream and struggle again as the women effortlessly pulled her onto her side and then onto her front and again spread her legs. Hilary slipped one arm under Keri’s waist and lifted her up a few inches and pushed a cushion under the girl’s hips forcing her small, tight ass into the air. Then she climbed back onto the couch and knelt between Keri’s slender thighs.

Keri was still futilely struggling against the women holding her; Hilary stared transfixed for a few seconds as Keri’s ass moved deliciously in front of her. Then she slipped one hand under the girl’s waist to steady her target as she leant forward to press the tip of the strap-on against Keri’s tight, virgin hole.

The camera had moved around in front of Keri now and was watching the girl’s tearful face. She screwed her face up in agony and let out a low, long scream. Missy knew that Hilary had forced her strap-on into Keri’s anus. The girl shook her head in pain as she cried and tried again to struggle free, but rapidly even her struggles ceased as Hilary began to press her body onto Keri’s back, pushing her down against the couch. Soon the only movement in Keri’s body was from the thrusts of Hilary’s hips as she brutally sodomised the innocent teenager.

The camera panned back to Teri who was now naked and on her back on the floor, a woman in her late 40’s was straddling her head with her thighs and was pulling her face up onto her pussy with one hand, while her other stroked her own breasts.

All the women could be seen now undressing, some were stepping into strap-on’s and were waiting in line behind Hilary as casually as if they were waiting for a bus. The rest were waiting to make use of Teri’s tongue, some were gently fingering their pussies as they waited, keeping their state of excitement high.

The video seemed to go on and on showing the brutal indignities inflicted on the twins. Keri was flipped onto her back and raped again and again; her head was pushed over the arm of the couch so as each woman finished fucking her they could move round and force her to suck their strap-on’s clean even as the next woman was raping her.

Teri’s mouth was put to use on pussy after pussy, then breast after breast, some of the women would straddle her face, others would lie on one of the couches and Teri’s face was forced between their legs. Occasionally the camera would zoom in on the twins during their abuse. Teri’s face was smeared in pussy juice, her eyes puffy with tears, her nose and chin glistening. Her breasts showed pinch marks and when she was turned around for the camera Missy could see hand-prints on her ass where the women had slapped her if they didn’t think she was moving fast enough.

The camera zoomed in between Keri’s thighs, a combination of sweat and pussy juices had removed almost all of the hymen blood. Her pussy lips looked red and sore, her red pubic hair matted with sweat and pussy juice.

Eventually, when everyone had abused the twins to their hearts content, the women drifted back to the couches, grinning euphorically and panting a bit breathlessly, showing no concern for the two girls. Teri was curled up on the floor, crying hysterically. Keri crawled over to her and placed her arms around her to try and reassure her, but this had no effect on her and really only served to make Keri burst into tears too.

The women watched the scene with detached amusement; the misery and degradation they’d inflicted on the helpless teenagers simply didn’t bother them at all.

Missy felt Jenny’s hands pressing on her breasts and her breath on her ear.

“God, isn’t Elizabeth so imaginative; now you’ll see why only one of the girl’s was fucked and the other had to give oral.

Back on the screen Hilary was looking at Elizabeth who nodded back, Hilary then got up and walked towards the crying girls, Keri looked up with terrified apprehension as she approached.

“Right, slut.” Hilary began. “That was not bad for a first attempt at being a lezzy fuck slut, but now we’ve got a proposition for you. Want to hear it?”

Keri looked at her blankly, but stopped crying for the moment.

“We’ve always wanted to see a bit of lezzy incest, so the proposition is this: put on a strap-on and fuck your sister here. What do you say, slut?”

Teri, still lying curled up, wailed even louder at hearing this, and Keri recoiled as if she’d been slapped.

“No way, I won’t.” she sobbed.

Hilary smiled at her. “We thought you’d say that. But let me put it this way. Either you fuck your sister, or we all take turns fucking you and her in the ass for the next 3 hours. So what do you say now?”

Keri’s jaw dropped open; her revulsion at the suggestion was battling with the knowledge that Hilary definitely meant it.

From the women someone shouted out “Say no, honey, don’t give in to her. I want to fuck both your asses.” This made everyone burst out laughing, and others joined in urging her to defy Hilary. Keri’s face showed all the emotions running through her: anger, despair, fear, shame and disgust. She looked up at Hilary through her tears and summoned up one last bit of defiance.

“If I did that, how do I know you wouldn’t fuck us both afterwards anyway?” She sniffled in a miserable tone.

Hilary considered the question, a broad grin on her face. “Well, slut, you wouldn’t know. But I do know what will definitely happen if you do say no, so I guess you don’t really have a choice.” She bent over slightly to grip Keri by the arm and pulled her to her feet and, despite the protests and foot-dragging pulled the reluctant teenager towards the gang of women.

“Ok, she’s said yes. Can we have a strap-on for this slut please? And can a couple of you put the other slut on one of the couches, please?”

Gleefully 3 of the women scooted over to Teri and unceremoniously dragged the crying girl to her feet and propelled her towards an empty couch all the while reminding her in malicious detail of her fate.

“Lucky slut, gonna get fucked by her own sister. Bet you can’t wait, huh?”

Teri’s renewed sobs and pleas for mercy only seemed to amuse the women all the more as they pushed her down on her back onto the couch, holding her arms above her head and her legs apart.

Meanwhile one of the women had slipped of her strap-on and eager hands were tightening it onto Keri. The straps needed quite a bit of adjusting for the teenager’s much slimmer waist but the women were well practiced in putting these things on and very swiftly Keri was the ashamed owner of a synthetic dick. She stared down at it almost in disbelief, shaking her head and crying.

Before she could do anything else she was dragged across the room and pushed onto the couch so she was kneeling between her sister’s legs.

The twins looked at each other; one fearful, the other sorrowful. Teri shook her head, tearfully begging her sister to stop and for one second it looked as if Keri was going to refuse to go through with it, but then Hilary stepped forward and grabbed her red hair and shook her head sharply.

“Just fuck her.” She snarled as she pushed the struggling teenager down on top of her sister so that their faces were only inches apart, their breasts pressing together. “Kiss her first.”

Hilary pushed Keri’s face down onto Teri’s so that their mouths met although their lips stayed firmly shut. The older woman slapped Keri’s ass with her free hand and in a matter of fact voice ordered the girls to open their mouths.

There were murmurs of approval as the twins opened their lips and started to kiss, Hilary meanwhile slipped a hand under Keri’s waist and fiddled the tip of the strap-on into position against Teri’s pussy.

“Right, sluts, start fucking.” She ordered to cheers and whoops from the women crowded around the couch. “And keep kissing, let’s see those tongues go.”

At first Keri simply lay on top of her sister not moving at all until one of the women brought a crop down on her ass which made her jiggle.

“Last warning, slut. Get on with it, or else.” Hilary ordered wearily but with enough menace in her voice to remind Keri of the alternative. Her hand then pressed down onto Keri’s ass forcing her to penetrate her sister.

Teri broke away from the kiss to scream as she felt her sister forcing her way inside her but Hilary pushed Keri’s mouth back onto hers.

“Fuck her, fuck her.” Hilary repeated, her voice showing how aroused she was. Other voices picked up the words until all the women were chanting it and various hands were slapping at Keri’s ass until she started to move her hips up and down, raping her sister at the women’s command.

Teri’s face was screwed up in agony as her sister continued to fuck and kiss her, Keri’s mouth held tightly in place by Hilary and the thrusts of her hips were controlled by various women; as soon as she seemed to slow the speed of her fucking hands or a crop would slap her ass until she was back to speed.

Both girls were crying uncontrollably by this point, Keri’s tears falling onto the face of her sister to mix with hers but they received no mercy from their tormentors. Elizabeth appeared from the group of women and climbed onto the couch between Keri’s legs, she leant forward one hand guiding the tip of her strap-on towards the girl’s ass hole.

For a second Elizabeth pressed down on Keri’s ass, pushing her deeper into her sister but halting her thrusts. With her target now stationary Elizabeth pressed her thick, plastic dick into Keri’s tight ass making the girl break her sister’s kiss and scream loudly as the older woman gleefully sodomised her, her waist pressing down on Keri’s ass, her thrusts transmitting themselves right on into Teri’s abused pussy.

So the video went on, the twins were abused and raped until both were only semi-conscious and then they were finally left alone.

Missy felt Jenny pressing her pussy against her ass as she kissed the girl’s neck.

“Watch this next bit carefully, slut, you’ll learn a lot from it. You saw the way Keri was screaming and struggling as she was raped? This is her 3 months later.”

As Jenny was whispering this into Missy’s ear the screen blanked for a second as the scene changed. The setting was a smaller room, again with the curtains drawn. 5 women were sitting in a rough circle and once more Missy didn’t recognize any of them, making her wonder how many were involved in this depraved trade.

The women were sitting patiently as if waiting for something or, as Missy guessed with a sickening feeling in her stomach, someone.

The door opened and a woman Missy recognized from the tape of the twin’s rape entered, followed a second later by one of the twins.

Keri was naked and all fours, around her neck was a collar like a dog might wear. Her owner was leading her with a dog chain as if she was a pet. The girl looked older, although if Jenny was telling the truth only 3 months had passed, and Missy could only guess at the depths of sexual abuse she must have endured in that time to produce the resigned look on her face.

Her owner led her into the circle and Missy noticed that Keri’s expression never changed even when the women started making obscene comments about her.

Keri crawled obediently behind her mistress until she was directly in front of one of the women.

“You may speak, slave.” Her owner brusquely told her.

The girl turned her head towards the woman and, in a young voice which betrayed absolutely no emotion, said. “I am Mistress Judy’s slut; I am here to be your fuck-toy. Would you like to fuck my pussy or ass, Miss?”

The woman grinned with childish pleasure at the words and clapped her hands together.

“Hmmm, well, fuck-toy, I think I’ll fuck your little pussy.”

As she said this she half rose, half slid off the chair and knelt behind the chained slave. She hitched her skirt up around her waist revealing a strap-on dildo around her waist. Placing one hand on the girl’s hips she guided the shaft of the strap-on into her pussy with the other. The camera showed Keri’s face as the woman buried her strap-on deep inside her; apart from a slight biting of her lip the chained slave gave no outward display of emotion or pain.

The woman’s thrusts started to speed up, her hips slapping against Keri’s ass as she pushed herself as deep as she could into the captive, one hand clenching on the girl’s hips, nails digging into the young flesh, the other hand gripping her red hair tightly and pulling Keri’s head back.

Missy felt Jenny’s hot breath on her ear as her owner whispered to her. “See what a good slave she’s become; that is how you’ll be soon. No more resisting us.”

As she said these words Jenny’s hand slid back down between Missy’s legs and started to violate her slut with the vibrator. She was clearly getting very aroused by the scenes on the video tape.

On the screen Missy could see the woman fucking Keri was getting close to orgasm, she had pulled the girl’s head right back, making Keri clench her eyes shut in pain, yet still the slave made no sound as her pussy was brutally fucked by the older woman.

The woman’s eyes shut as she threw her head back and came, she hissed through her teeth as she pressed herself against Keri’s ass and held her plastic dick right inside the young girl.

She slowly pulled herself out if Keri’s abused pussy and gave her a light slap on her ass to show she was finished with her.

“Thank you for fucking me, Miss.” Keri told her in the same measured tone she’d used earlier, and then she was led to the next woman.

“I am Mistress Judy’s slut; I am here to be your fuck-toy. Would you like to fuck my pussy or ass, Miss?”

The woman, a slightly overweight blonde, with close cropped hair looked down excitedly at the school-age girl offering her body to her.

“I think I’d like to fuck your ass, you worthless whore, but I’d like to give it a hard spanking first.”

At this Keri stood up and laid herself over the woman’s lap, she did this very smoothly with no hint of hesitation or reluctance. Missy’s felt a stab of despair in her stomach as she saw how completely Keri had been broken; she also saw, when the camera zoomed in momentarily, the clamps attached to the girl’s small nipples, and various red welts on her young breasts.

The blonde woman rested her hands on Keri’s ass and started to maul and knead the cheeks, twisting the flesh and viciously pinching the tender inside of the girl’s thighs, raking her nails along the backs of her legs, slipping fingers inside her pussy, all of which the captive girl passively accepted with only a few low moans.

Without any warning the woman suddenly drew back her hand and landed a mighty slap on Keri’s abused ass, then another, then another. Each blow producing a sort of low grunt from the young girl but otherwise she showed no reaction.

Whether it was this passivity, or whether the blonde woman was naturally like this, was impossible to tell from the video, but she seemed to lose all control and rained down blow after blow on Keri’s defenseless ass, sometimes even using both hands as if the slightest hint of white, unmarked flesh was a personal affront to her.

The camera moved round from Keri’s reddening ass to her face, her eyes dully acknowledged the camera, silently pleading for release. But whoever was filming had only moved so they could film the tears on her face.

“Wow.” A disembodied voice said. “She’s really feeling this.”

The blonde woman laughed through her heavy breathing.

“Little bitch won’t sit down for a week after this.” She muttered as her hand continued to rain hard slaps on the girl’s cute ass.

Abruptly she stopped and nodded at the girl’s owner who jerked the dog-lead to indicate Keri should get off the woman’s lap and take position on the floor so she could be sodomised.

Jenny pushed the vibrator deeper into Missy’s pussy as they watched the blonde woman step out of her skirt and kneel behind Keri. Jenny was deliberately circling the tip of the vibrator on Missy’s clit as the older woman pushed the tip of her strap-on against Keri’s tight ass-hole.

“Come for me, slut, show me how much you’re loving this.” Jenny cooed into Missy’s ear as she pulled on one of her nipples with her other hand.

Missy’s eyes misted over as she watched the blonde grip Keri’s neck through her red hair and force her head down towards the carpet as she started to force her strap-on into her ass.

Keri gave a long, low moan and Missy realised she was being dry-fucked and she knew how much that hurt.

The tears were starting to trickle down her face now as her helplessness hit home. On the screen Keri was shaking her head in pain as the blonde woman raped her ass with relish; deep inside Missy she could feel Jenny’s vibrator and fingers starting to tease an orgasm out of her. Jenny knew she had her where she wanted her; she waggled the vibrating tip all over and around Missy’s clit, urging it to betray her.

The blonde woman now had a snarl on her face as she pushed in and out of the young girl, grabbing her red hair and pulling her upwards so suddenly that Keri struggled to get her arms to support her.

Missy felt one of her nipples being pulled and rolled exquisitely slowly by Jenny’s fingers as the first tremor of her orgasm flashed through her.

Jenny felt the movement and laughed.

“See slut, you love to see her being raped, don’t you?”

Missy cried and shook her head slightly as she came, on screen Keri’s face was tear streaked and twisted in agony as the blonde woman came, burying her face in the girl’s red hair, her hips pressed hard against Keri’s ass, feeling the flesh glow from the spanking she’d given.

Missy wept silently as her body shook, her sensitive pussy unable to sooth itself as Jenny kept the vibrator working on her clit.

On the TV Keri, her eyes puffy and red was being led to the next woman and despite Jenny’s warning about the consequences of not watching Missy couldn’t bear to see the girl abused again and closed her eyes.

A jolt of pain shot through her as Jenny viciously twisted her nipple.

“Watch the fucking TV, slut.” Jenny hissed, her voice menacing and low.

For the next 20 minutes Missy was kept on the edge of another orgasm by Jenny’s skilful handling of the vibrator, and all the while the school-girl and her owner watched Keri ask each of the women on the TV to rape her.

“That’s how you will be when I’ve finished training you, slut.” Jenny told her, laughing. “Asking to be fucked by my friends and saying thank you afterwards like a good slut.”

Missy felt sick inside; she had no doubt Jenny meant every word.

The TV went blank for a split second before a few seconds of jerky camera work gave way to a shot of a naked girl. She looked young, as all the victims on the tape seemed to be; about 15 or 16 and like Missy had a sort of olive complexion and large, firm breasts. She was tied to an X-shaped, wall mounted board and was totally naked apart from a leather hood over her head with a the zipper covering her mouth open.

From off-camera someone shouted “Slut”, and the girl’s head jerked up and looked around blindly. Into shot walked a woman wearing just stockings and suspenders, she turned round and grinned at the camera and Missy immediately recognized her former teacher Miss. Bailey.

“Time for some titty torture, slut.” Miss Bailey announced in a matter of fact voice as she walked towards the pinned girl.

The girl thrashed about on her board against her bindings, shaking her head from side to side and screaming.

“No, no, please God, no, please, please.”

Missy knew the voice. It hit her like a hammer, she knew the voice. Her head jerked up off the mattress, her eyes fixed on the screen looking for some other clue as to the girl’s identity; because try as she might she couldn’t put a name to the voice.

Jenny sensed something had happened by Missy’s reaction. She moved the vibrator about inside her slut and pinched her nipples.

“Mmmmm, slut, a friend of yours?”

Missy winced as the fake cock pushed her abused, sensitive pussy lips apart again.

“Who is she? I know her.”

Jenny kissed her ear and neck as her fingers pulled and twisted Missy’s sore nipple.

“Don’t worry; I’m sure we can arrange for you to meet her.” She buried her face in Missy’s hair as she ground her pussy against Missy’s ass, her wetness smearing itself over the young girl’s ass-cheeks.

Missy was transfixed by the scene on the TV now; she watched as Miss. Bailey cupped the girl’s breasts in her hands; Missy could hear her teacher murmuring appreciatively as she gently squeezed and kneaded the firm, young flesh.

“Wow, slut, your titties are so fucking big, I always wondered what they looked like under your stupid clothes.” Miss. Bailey mentioned in passing as her fingers began to slowly stroke the captive’s small, light brown nipples making the girl weep in despair. “What gorgeous nipps, too. Oh, my, I simply have to see how they taste.”

With that Miss. Bailey lowered her head to the girl’s chest and, opening her mouth, flicked her tongue lightly over the top of the small nipples, circling each one in turn, licking the dark aureole before sucking like a baby.

The captive girl moaned through her mask making Miss. Bailey take her mouth from the girl’s breast for a second, a small string of saliva still connecting her lips to the nipple.

“Thought you’d like that, slut, I could feel your nippy getting excited.” She laughed. “Do you like me sucking on your big titties?”

With that she renewed her licking and sucking of the mystery girl’s breasts, but every time she started to suck one nipple she was pulling it outwards, opening her lips to show the small button size nipple clamped firmly between her teeth. As she pulled she shook her head like a terrier shaking a rat, making the restrained girl scream loudly.

Missy could see Miss. Bailey’s right hand slip between the girl’s legs and briefly cup her pussy, before starting to rub it, increasing the speed of her hand as she increased the speed of her biting and pulling of the girl’s breasts.

Miss. Bailey pushed two of her fingers into the girl as she bit hard on one of her firm breasts producing an ear splitting shriek from her victim which made the teacher look up.

“Fucking bitch.” She muttered and, grabbing the girl’s leather hood, drew the zipper across the mouth immediately muffling the girl’s garbled protests.

Missy started to cry again, she could only guess the agony the girl was going through inside the leather mask; the intensity of the darkness made worse by the heat of her own breath, the muffled sounds as Miss. Bailey slowly and crudely explained how she was going to attach a couple of clamps to ‘your huge fucking titties.’

The teacher resumed her abuse of the girl’s nipples, alternating kissing and biting them, pulling them as far as they’d go one minute, gently licking and rolling her tongue around them the next. And all the while her fingers were moving inside the girl’s pussy. Missy knew it was only a matter of time before the girl’s clit betrayed her just as her own clit had betrayed her.

The speed of Miss. Baileys movements increased as her own orgasm approached and as it did she pushed herself hard against the girl, her mouth clamped wide on one of her breasts, her two fingers pushed as far as she could manage inside her. The girl’s screams had by now become a series of low, muffled sobs.

Miss. Bailey pressed herself against the sobbing captive for a few seconds before stepping back and unzipped the mouth of the leather mask. As the girl gulped at the cold air Miss. Bailey roughly smeared her lips with her own juices snarling at her as she did so.

“See how wet I can make you, bitch.” Pushing her fingers inside the girl’s mouth she ordered her to lick her fingers clean, twisting a nipple with her other hand to emphasize the demand.

Missy felt Jenny’s tongue flicking over her ear, as the hand of her mistress reached round to grab one of her breasts, squeezing it tightly, her sharp nails digging into Missy’s olive flesh.

“Mmmmm, slut, what gorgeous breasts you have, I don’t want you getting jealous that I might prefer the titties of that stupid slut we just watched. I wonder if your little sister has nice tits and dark brown nipples just like you, perhaps you get them from your Mom.” She twisted Missy’s nipple between her finger and thumb. “Maybe I’ll find out one day.”

The screen faded to black again, before suddenly coming back to life. This was different, though, the video was shaky and not well lit, and it just seemed to be a clip of some trees.

“You’ll like this bit especially.” Jenny whispered in her ear as her fingers gently teased Missy’s nipple. “Mmmm, your nipples are enjoying this, aren’t they?”

Missy wept again, this time in shame, because it was true; they had responded to Jenny’s fingers even though she’d tried to fight it.

“Oh, God, no.” Missy thought. “These perverts were changing her.”

Something on the screen caught her eye, whoever was behind the camera had finally found what they’d been panning around for and it rapidly zoomed in on it.

The person was filming an ordinary suburban back-yard, or more correctly they were filming a group of teen-age girls in a swimming pool. One of the girls was climbing out of the pool, her hair flat and wet down to her shoulders, her light olive tan skin shinning against the bright sunshine,  her bikini bottoms had turned almost sheer with the water and her nice, young, firm ass was very visible. The woman behind the camera started to give a commentary.

“Yesss, show your ass to your future mistress, can’t wait to have it over my lap.”

Missy felt like a hand had gripped her stomach and was starting to squeeze it, for the second time on the tape she recognized a voice, it couldn’t be, could it?

She started to get very animated, bucking and writhing against Jenny’s grip. She knew the woman who was filming this young girl and drooling over her as she did so.

“Shhhh, slut.” Jenny laughed gently, hugging her tightly. “Watch this.”

The voice on the tape continued the commentary. “Come on, baby, turn around, show your future owner your precious little titties.”

The young girl reached the top of the ladder, the rivulets of water poured down her back and legs. She turned around as if to jump back in.

Missy felt the hand on her stomach clench very hard.

The girl was her 13 year old sister.

“Yea, little slut, shake your titties for me.” The voice carried on, a little breathlessly as Missy watched her sister take a short run up before jumping back into the pool, her breasts shaking as if in response to the commentary. The camera zoomed in on her breasts in mid-air as they wobbled against the flimsy wet material of the bikini. The shot froze; all Missy could see were her sister’s breasts.

Jenny held her very tightly as Missy thrashed about on the bed, screaming and yelling.

“Stop it slut, do you want this shoved up your ass?” She shouted into Missy’s ear to try and calm her down, pushing the vibrator hard into the girl’s pussy.

The threat had some effect; Missy stopped her bucking, but carried on sobbing. Jenny smiled as she continued to verbally torture the poor girl.

“That’s your little baby Sister Christina, isn’t it?” She sneered. “Mmmmm, she has a gorgeous little body; you can see why she’s a cheerleader. I’d love to play with you both.”

Missy’s eyes were clamped shut by now, but it’s unlikely she could have seen anything for the tears blinding her. Jenny carried on regardless

“We know everything there is to know about your sister, what bus she takes to school, what time she gets home, what days she does her cheerleading practice, and we can take her any time. But know what we’re waiting for?”

Missy shook her head as she wailed.

“It’s a sort of insurance policy; if some smart-ass lawyer gets your dad out on bail, we’ll take her. That way the woman on the tape will get her hands on your sister’s lovely tits and ass, and it will definitely guarantee your dad will go to the chair. Hell, at that point I may as well abduct your mom too, I’m sure she’ll be lonely in that large house.”

With a final flourish Jenny twisted the vibrator inside Missy’s abused pussy making her give a wild squeal of pain.

Through her tears all Missy could see was her sister’s breasts, all she could think of was the woman who wanted to get her hands on them. She was the last person anyone would ever suspect.