Sisters On Camera – Part 2

School sex stories: Sisters On Camera – Part 2

A blackmailed schoolgirl endures sexual abuse from her classmates and her own younger sister. This part is including of Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Blackmail, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Boys/Teen Female, Coercion, Cruelty, Discipline, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Incest, School, Teen Female/Teen Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Torture, Toys theme.

Kerry hung her head as Roger and Adam followed her down the hallway. Her tiny dress clung to her body, the upper rim of her oversized areolae peeping above the neckline as the skirt swished freely, revealing her pale bare bottom with each step she took. Sundresses were forbidden under the school dress code, but the administrators at Kerry’s school found themselves too busy staring to make any serious effort to curtail her behavior.

There was no rule explicitly forbidding students from wearing collars, though Kerry’s classmates took full advantage of the permissive atmosphere created by her presence collared and half-naked on school grounds.

She could tell that the entire school was talking about her, laughing behind her back at her awkward, whorish and desperate misadventures. A group of male and female black students burst into laughter as she trudged by, observed at every step by the former friends who had taken it upon themselves to torment her, degrade her and destroy her life. Kerry had surrendered her phone to Adam and Roger for the day, and they used it to snap upskirt photos at frequent intervals to send to her younger sister as they followed the elder sibling from classroom to classroom.

Looks like you forgot your panties, ma’am. the tallest of the black students observed derisively as Kerry approached the set of lockers against which he was leaning. She stared at the floor and attempted to veer away from the clique, but Roger placed a hand on her shoulder and steered her toward them.

A sharb jab at her bruised, aching back from Roger’s elbow spurred her to make eye contact with the tall young man who addressed her. “No, sir. I chose not to wear panties because I’m a slut and I love going commando in a dress. It makes me very, very horny, sir.”

Roger and Adam snickered. She had slipped on a few words but she had essentially followed her instructions to the best of her ability. Every time another student noticed her lack of underwear and inquired about it, she was required to explain herself using the words her “friends” chose for her.

Without batting an eyelash, the tall black student slipped his hand under the hem of Kerry’s dress. She turned to Adam and then Roger, looking at each of her friends with pleading desperation in her wet doe-like eyes but receiving only stern, icy gazes of contempt in response. They would let every boy in the school finger her cunt if they could get away with it. Unfortunately the presence of faculty and security cameras restricted Kerry’s degradation to a few choice venues where the presence of a crowd could mask any obvious sexual abuse.

Ohhh yeah, you ain’t lyin’ bitch! the tall upperclassman cooed as he probed her tight, sopping cunt with his index finger. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and moaned as he began pressing his thumb into her clitoris while gently curling his index finger upward and stroking the front walls of her pussy.

Nobody knew who the first boy or girl to grope and finger Kerry in the hallway was, but once the rumor spread it seemed half of the student body wanted to feel her up. Adam and Roger simply encouraged the others to touch her and the students grew bolder and more pitiless as the day progressed.

Kerry opened her mouth without hesitation when the black upperclassman pulled his hand out and stuck his fingers into her mouth. She licked and sucked his fingers clean while another young man and a younger ebony-skinned girl began fondling her thighs and buttocks. Moments later the girl’s fingers were inside her cunt and the boy was fondling her tits and rubbing her clit while Kerry continued to suck on fingers moistened with her own juices.

The whole crowd of students laughed and made rude, scornful comments as fresh tears began to run down Kerry’s cheeks. Suddenly there was a nudge at her shoulder and Adam led her away from the group. Roger whispered a command into her ear and she turned around. “Thank you for fingering my pussy, sir!” she shouted before the boys continued to prod her down the hallway.

The outfit had been Lindley’s idea. She had spent the whole night lying awake thinking about her sister being used like a sex toy, utterly stripped of her humanity. Lindley simply couldn’t stop rubbing her pussy that night. She stopped herself on the brink of orgasm every two minutes, savoring her own horniness and denying herself release. She longed to experience what her older sister was experiencing, though she knew she would be too terrified to truly commit to such a life.

Lindley received her first text message from Spencer that morning. Lindley had seen more than plenty of her sister’s mysterious new boyfriend the previous evening, watching him hammer the poor teen girl mercilessly as she came over and over, smearing the bench and the studio floor in her pussy’s fluids. Lindley didn’t realize he would be introducing himself to her so soon.

Spencer politely requested Lindley’s help in degrading, abusing and humiliating her sister. Lindley had no reason to suspect that Kerry simply preferred to be left alone. The previous night’s video had convinced Lindley that Kerry was a desperate nymphomaniac who longed for the world to degrade her and treat her like an emotionless fuck doll. She was proud and excited at the opportunity to help her sister realize her fantasies. She also hoped to impress and titillate Spencer, for though she failed to realize it she was now hopelessly infatuated with him.

Lindley’s first task for Spencer’s amusement was to choose Kerry’s wardrobe. Following Spencer’s instructions as he texted them, Kerry presented herself to Lindley by walking into her room naked.

Through practically superhuman effort, Kerry managed to fight back her tears when Lindley explained that Spencer had contacted her and that she would now be assisting in the abuse of her sister. Kerry was aware that Lindley had no idea how difficult things were for her. She thought this was all just a game. This thought was all that kept Kerry from slapping Lindley in the face when she presented the dress.

Remember this? I haven’t worn it since… third grade? That’s right, I was nine. The nude, shivering Kerry crossed her arms over her breasts for warmth. Had it really been three years since she last saw that dress? Lindley was as cute now as she was then, only now she was a horny little sadist trying to squeeze her older sister into an impossibly small dress.

Lindley! You wouldn’t even fit into that dress! Your tits would be hanging out like…

Oh, I know. It’ll be a surprise if the principal doesn’t send you home the minute you walk in. But look, it’s still long enough to cover my ass! Lindley held the dress against her body, demonstrating that the fabric was indeed just long enough to cover the buttocks. But only if she wore it with the neckline below the nipples. “Too bad you aren’t allowed to wear underwear anymore. Remember to use your knees if you bend over!”

Kerry sucked in her belly and wriggled into the dress, dejectedly draping the straps over her shoulders. The dress didn’t cover her nipples, but if she stood perfectly straight with her hands by her side she could keep her vagina concealed from most onlookers. Lindley gave her bare bottom a pinch to demonstrate just how much skin her sister was showing. Then she stroked and probed Kerry’s pussy with her fingers.

“Wet already?” she jeered. Kerry blushed and prepared to spend the remainder of the day blushing. Lindley kissed her goodbye with ample use of her tongue, massaging her clit nearly to the point of climax with her fingertips before pulling away and leaving Kerry alone, wet and frustrated in Lindley’s bedroom.

Kerry found her life’s new rules to be relentlessly degrading but occasionally fun in a perverted sort of way that appealed perfectly to her warped sexual appetite. When Adam and Roger passed her on to Spencer and James for the day, she found herself forced to sneak into three different boy’s restrooms and write “My name is Kerry Shipman and I’m a perverted slut” on the inside door of a stall inside each one, her phone number proudly displayed underneath each time. Nobody contacted her during the school day, but within hours of getting home she would find her phone inundated with pictures of schoolboys’ cocks. With a twinge of shame she realized that she enjoyed every aspect of this task.

She derived considerably less enjoyment from the alligator clips that Spencer forced her to wear. She spent fifth and sixth periods in agony, squirming in her desk and crossing and uncrossing her legs continually. She wore four clips on each pussy lip and one directly over the clitoris. Her skirt was too short to reach the seat of her desk and she sat on her bare bottom, smearing cunt juice all over the seat of every desk she used.

Occasionally she would rub and squeeze her moistened thighs together in an attempt to bring herself to orgasm simply for the sake of providing a distraction from the pain. Unfortunately she shared her fifth period class with James and her sixth period with Adam, and the boys observed her carefully to ensure that she took no action to mitigate her pain or preserve her modesty. More than a few classmates caught a glimpse of her naked crotch and the painful toothed clamps assaulting her genitals as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, her face bright red with shame and arousal.

Finally classes came to an end and it was time for her second shoot at the trailer. Her tormentors forced her to remove her dress in the car and complete the ride to the studio naked, fellating two of the boys during the car ride. She arrived with a fresh load of cum in her hair and on her tits. The boys made her crawl on her knees through the gravel parking lot.

Kerry’s second video required more active participation on her part than the previous shoot. The boys forced her to ride Adam cowgirl-style on the floor with her hands cuffed behind her back, grinding up and down on his hard shaft while Spencer and Roger struck her tits with leather whips. The studio’s bondage gear cabinet seemed bottomless and every time the boys visited it they brought back some new implement of torture that Kerry had yet to experience. She preferred the whips to the belt from yesterday however, and Adam’s dick enjoyed the benefits of the pretty teenage girl’s intensifying arousal in response to this new and brutal yet tolerable pain.

Kerry’s tits were covered in bright red welts and deep blue bruises by the time Adam blew his load into her bright pink gushing young pussy. She had already climaxed three times. Adam pulled out, pushed her off of him and left her huddled on the ground, panting and gasping for air. Before she could catch her breath Roger forced his cock into her mouth. He was bigger than Adam, longer and more girthsome and not nearly as sensitive. She spent twenty minutes on the ground sucking him off before he pulled his cock out, saving his orgasm for some uncertain point in the future.

The boys turned off their cameras and convened to debate whatever further actions they could undertake to increase their slave’s suffering. Kerry heard the word “suspension” and found herself overwhelmed with a new kind of dread.

Hector Valeras whistled as he thumbed through the newspaper, ice melting in the glass of vodka and orange juice that lay on the table at his side. He had been sleeping in lately, usually beginning his day with the assistance of a drink at half past noon. He used to have his girl wake him every morning at 7 AM with a blow job. He rubbed his temples every time he thought of her, head throbbing in protest of his efforts to acknowledge that the girl was really gone.

The county’s most prolific pornographer, Hector owned a single fully-fledged studio and a handful of shady lots dedicated to the production of fake “amateur” porn. He took great pride in his work, taking every effort to make his amateur films convincing and his “professional” films marketable. But his heart wasn’t the reliable machine that it used to be, and his abstinence in recent months from cocaine and amphetamine had severely diminished his ability to party and socialize with his colleagues in the adult entertainment industry. For the past year he had learned to rely upon his nephew Spencer to introduce him to girls. He put the eighteen year olds to work right away and groomed the underage ones to begin work as soon as it became legal. Spencer always found the most beautiful, cooperative and submissive girls Hector could ever hope to work with.

When Spencer asked to borrow the keys to the old bondage film trailer, Hector complied without hesitation. Hector knew that Spencer had a future in the industry and that this would require that he be allowed to pursue his activities with minimal questioning. As long as Hector took care to ensure that none of Spencer’s independent forays into the world of filmmaking could be traced back to their family, he didn’t care what went on inside the trailer. He only hoped that Spencer wasn’t gay, though he conceded that it was none of his business.

Bright red stripes covered every inch of Kerry’s torso and upper legs, red welts streaked across her naked tits, thighs, crotch, lower back and buttocks. A sprig of peeled ginger root protruded from her ass and the flesh of her ass and thighs quivered as she twitched in response to the burning sensation in her rear. She was dangling by her wrists from the ceiling, her hands pinned together with cuffs held aloft on a steel hook. Her wrists were numb as the cuffs bit into her flesh and cut off the blood flow to her hands. Her elbows and shoulders ached and the muscles in her arms were burning. Her eyes were bright red, puffy and swollen but at this moment she could no longer cry. She was too terrified of the machine humming and pulsing between her legs.

Spencer had constructed the improvised sex toy on his own, mounting a large silicone dildo in place of the blade on a hand-held electric reciprocating saw. The result was a piston-mounted dildo specialized for the purpose of relentless mechanical fucking. Kerry was terrified when she saw it, more terrified when she saw them turn it on and more terrified still when it made her cum within fifteen seconds.

The boys took turn fucking her, occasionally withdrawing the electric tool to mount a stepladder positioned behind her, seize her petite nude handing body and give her a few rough, swift pumps with their own cocks. James lost control and clung to her, plowing her vigorously from behind for three minutes before cumming inside her. Then they gave her a break from the saw in order to whip her tits.

The whipping lasted for a full half hour as the boys’ cruel leather instruments wandered across her body, leaving deep red imprints on her ass, thighs and pussy lips. Each stroke just made Kerry wetter.

Finally the boys surveyed their work and found themselves satisfied with Kerry’s new coat of stripes. They had broken the skin in a few places, but Spencer was always careful to avoid the risk of infection. Kerry shrieked and flailed helplessly against her bonds as he rubbed salt into the lash wounds and doused them in alcohol. She barely noticed when the machine-mounted dildo re-entered her pussy, and it took another two minutes to bring her to climax once more.

Mmmmmmmmm…. ooooohhhhhhhhh yeeeessssss!! she wailed with each orgasm, her voice vibrating as the electric tool shook her tiny body.

Kerry wasn’t enjoying herself at all, but at this point sex was the best and only escape available to her. She tried her best to lose herself in it.

James was the first to grow bored after the boys drove Kerry to her third mechanically-induced orgasm. “Can we do her legs yet, Spence?”

Spencer paused as if he had just remembered something he’d been meaning to do all day.

Thus Kerry found her arms relieved of her weight as the boys shackled her ankles and spread her legs, drawing them wide apart and high into the air. Her slick, damp pussy and juice-smeared crotch and thighs were splayed wide open for examination.

The boys stroked their leather crops and belts as they smirked. James pulled a pair of used panties from a laundry bin, moist and stale from the whorish cavorting of some aspiring professional adult actress. He wadded them up and shoved them into Kerry’s open mouth before sealing it shut with duct tape. Kerry screamed and wailed into the dirty cotton filling her mouth, shaking her head wildly and thrashing against her bonds as her assailants raised their implements of punishment.

It began as a hail of sharp stings, but the pain gradually coalesced into a steady throbbing as the impact of each blow became softer and more distant. The sensations of whipping and fucking gradually began to blur together. First there were thirty lashes, all falling squarely on her pussy. Then Roger fucked her for five minutes. Then fifty more lashes. Her pussy was bright red and swollen, but still as wet as ever.

Jesus, Adam! Don’t just tear it up like that! Spencer scolded as Adam delivered a series of painfully stinging blows and Kerry whimpered. She wondered if she would be able to walk at all when they were through. She realized with resignation that they would probably make her walk five miles again in the nude just to get home. She finally found a new wellspring of tears which mingled with the wads of semen streaking her face and hair.

What, Spence? Her cunt isn’t bleeding yet.

We need that bitch for a lesbian shoot tomorrow. We only have a week before the company moves back into this trailer and we’re out on our ass. They’re doing one of those fake-ass bus movies with some bitches from out west.

So we won’t have time to get the sis- Adam stopped talking when Spencer cupped a hand over his mouth. Kerry was in too much pain to pay them any attention.

Not here, Adam. They take her v-card at the kappa party at the end of the month.

They paid yet?

Whoa, fuck yeah. Nobody touches her until the party. Highest bidder gets the cherry. Then we can do what we want with them. Incest, permanent marks, the works. But for now, no marks that won’t heal up in four weeks.

The boys observed their handiwork. Kerry was ruined. It was hard to imagine these cuts, bruises and weals healing within four weeks. But her body was more resilient and flexible than it seemed upon first glance.

The bright studio lights glimmered against her reflective, sweat-soaked skin. The marks the boys added just made her prettier, and her helpless, frustrated pout just added to her allure. Adam ripped the tape off of her mouth painfully, leaving the saliva-soaked panties wadded up between her teeth. She offered no resistance as the boys recommitted themselves to the task of abusing her mouth and vagina.

Roger buried himself in her hanging, spread-eagled body, punishing her raw and abused snatch until the two of them came nearly at the same time. Meanwhile Adam fucked her mouth, taking her pussy when Roger extricated himself. Then James fucked her mouth while she dangled uselessly, her inverted vision giving her a clear view of nothing save her assailant’s ass, perineum and balls. James came on her face before Adam pulled out of her pussy, placing his pussy-juice slickened penis inside her parched, overstretched mouth.

Spencer fucked Kerry’s wet pussy, still tight yet seemingly looser than the day before while Adam yanked her head back and forth over his dick, throttling her mercilessly and nearly spraining her neck. It took over twenty more minutes for Kerry and Adam to cum, bringing Kerry to climax yet again as they assaulted her. Finally the two pulled out and ejaculated several teaspoons of hot, salty jism onto her pretty but sweaty young face.

Say the line. Spencer commanded after allowing his cum-soaked slave just a moment of rest. Kerry turned to the camera, yet another forced smile accompanying her cum-bleached face and numb, dead eyes.

Thanks for watching, little sister! And thank you for controlling my day!

Parent Post: Sisters On Camera – by Loving_Karma

• Sisters On Camera - Part 2