Author: Powerone
Title: Ransom Demand-Rape and Torture of Sara
Part: Chapter 6
Summary: While on vacation in Mexico, Sara's niece, Hope is kidnapped. The
ransom demand is that Sara become a sex slave for 30 days. Sara is raped,
humiliated and tortured. Eighteen year old bi-sexual Kristina seduces Hope into
having "girl sex". Hope reluctantly complies
Keywords: Mf, ff, nc, anal, reluc, humiliation, torture
Copyright 2003 by Powerone. You may contact the author at
controlher@hotmail.com.
Chapter 6-Visiting Kristina
Kristina opened the door to the room where they were holding Hope. Her
father had allowed her to play with her today, to take her to her room.
Hope turned toward the door as it opened, a young girl, her age,
entered. Hope was still bound to the chair, her legs spread wide, naked from
the waist up. Her nipples still ached from the abuse the three men had given
them, the cool air keeping them erect. She saw the girl smile at her.
"Unite her and give her blouse back. She is coming with me," Kristina
ordered one of the men.
"Yes, Senorita Kristina." One of the men began to untie her legs, not
missing a chance to run his hands up her legs as he did. Another undid her
arms.
Hope rubbed her wrists as she brought her arms forward, then realized
that her breasts were still naked. She brought her arms up, cupping her
breasts, feeling the pointed nipples pressed into the palm of her hands. Her
blouse was handed to her and she hurriedly put it on, the embarrassment
returning of being naked in front of strange men returning, even though she had
been bound to the chair, half naked for over twelve hours.
Kristina moved towards Hope, her arm wrapping around her shoulder. "My
name is Kristina, this is my fathers house. Come let us go to my room, where
you will be much more comfortable and we will be alone." Kristina gently pushed
Hope out the door and they moved down the corridor, two of the guards following
closely behind.
"Thank you, why am I here?" Hope asked.
"Shhhh, wait until we get to me room." Kristina led her up and down
many hallways until they were at the end, two large doors looming. "In here,"
opening the door into her bedroom. They both entered, Kristina closing the door
behind them, the men still on the other side.
Hope looked around the room, it was enormous. It had a small living
room at one end, two chairs and a couch. The bed was a large, four poster,
canopy bed, a plush comforter adorning it. Four pillows stood at the head of
the bed. A padded bench was at the end. The floor was carpeted in deep plush.
Two large windows opened to the outside, by the view, they must be at least on
the third floor. A large bathroom could be seen over to the side, a glass
enclosed shower that was bigger then Hopes bedroom, inside. "You have a
beautiful bedroom. Can we talk now?"
"Yes we can. I have a lot of privacy here, though the guards are right
outside the door. They are very heavy, solid doors, so you could even yell in
here and they would not hear." She did not tell her of the cameras or the
microphones around the room and in the bathroom. Or that her father, uncle and
brother were watching them on television screens. No, she would not need to
know that.
"Why am I here, why was I kidnapped?"
"You are being held for ransom by my father. In order to gain your safe
release, your Aunt Sara must consent to be used sexually for thirty days by
whomever my father desires. I have seen Sara and she is a very sexual and
beautiful woman. As long as she continues to perform, you will not be hurt. If
she fails, you are the one who will suffer."
"How could you father do such a thing, why do you not stand up to him?"
Hope blurted out, afraid of how Kristina would react to the harsh criticism.
"How dare you criticize my father! With parents like yours, you have
nothing to criticize," she shouted at Hope, watching her expression of surprise
on Hope's face.
"My parents would never do anything like that!" she exclaimed.
"No, then let me show you something that I stole from my father." She
moved over to the television set and put a tape in the VCR. It began, a picture
of Kevin, Hope's father, naked, his cock pushing into Sara's asshole as she
screamed in pain. "Maybe you would rather see this," fast forwarding until she
came to a part of the tape showing Karen, her mother, sucking Kristina's fathers
cock, it spurting her mouth full of cum as you could see her throat moving up
and down, swallowing the cum. "I don't think your know your parents very much.
I don't think you have any right to criticize," an anger in her voice.
Hope did not understand the whole situation. She could not believe that
this was happening to her. Only days ago she was in the United States, safe in
high schools final days. Now she was in Mexico, kidnapped, stripped to her
waist and molested while her aunt was a sex slave. And her mother and father
were acting like they were a couple in heat. How could this be happening, her
mind clouded, her judgement waning. "I'm sorry, I don't know what is going on,
I don't understand. I'm not sure what I should be doing," tears beginning to
form in the corner of her eyes. She was beginning to become exhausted. Not
allowed to sleep, bound, molested and always in fear for her safety.
Kristina moved toward Hope on the couch, sitting next to her, putting
her arm around her and pulling her close. "I understand, it is tough on you,
but you must learn to obey. You still have a long time to stay here. If you
are in my room, I can protect you. But when you go back to where they are
holding you, I cannot help you. You will be at their mercy and they do not care
about you. You are just a way to force your aunt to perform for them. They
will do whatever is necessary to you to make her do it." She pulled her closer
to her, breathing in the smell of fear in Hope. She heard Hope begin to sob.
Yes, she had her now, she would do what she wanted. She looked up and smiled,
smiled at the cameras. The taping would begin.
"Please protect me, I cannot stand those men. They hurt me before. Let
me stay here," Hope looking up at Kristina, her eyes pleading.
"We'll see, as I said, you must obey, her arm pulling her tighter into
her. She smelled so good, so ripe. "Did they hurt you?"
"Yes, they stripped off my blouse and bra and then they abused me. All
three of them, they put their hands all over my breasts, especially my nipples.
They seemed to love to hurt me. Their fingers would squeeze my nipples, pulling
and twisting them. I thought they were trying to tear them off." She continued
to sob.
"Poor girl, I have something that will be good for them. It is a cream.
I will get it. Take off your blouse," her voice firm as she started walking
towards the bathroom.
"Nooo, that's OK, it will be all right," Hope stammered out. She did
not want to be half-naked again, even if it was another girl.
"I'm only trying to help you, if you would rather leave, that's fine,"
her voice rather abrupt. She looked at Hope, her eyes piercing.
Hope saw her expression. She did not want to go back, she knew what
would happen there. She was not sure with Kristina, but it couldn't be any
worse. "No, I'm sorry, get the creme," her hands moving to the blouse, Kristina
watching as she unbuttoned it. She looked up, Kristina still watching. She let
the blouse slip from her shoulders and removed it, laying it on the couch beside
her. She moved her hands up, covering her breasts, her head down, not wanting
to see the stare.
Kristina went to the bathroom and got the bottle of body lotion. It was
in a non-descriptive bottle, so Hope would not know that it was just plain
ordinary body lotion. She returned to the couch, Hope still sitting there, her
hands barely able to cover her naked breasts, head down. "You are a very
beautiful girl, Hope, the boys must really like you. Do you have a steady
boyfriend?"
"No, I don't date much. Daddy is very strict. He says he wants me to
concentrate on school first, boys later," feeling a little bit more comfortable.
"Are you still a virgin?" Kristina asking. "Are you waiting until you
get married to give your husband your virginity."
Hope blushed, "yes, I know it is old fashion, but I want my husband to
be my first. I want it to be romantic and wonderful. I don't even make out
much. Other girls at school let boys do much more. I don't. The evil men were
the first ones to even see my naked breasts, never mind touch them. I had seen
penises before, not real ones, only pictures. To see my dad's was terrible. To
see what he was doing to Sara and where. Why would anyone want to put his penis
in a woman's behind? I thought only gay guys did that?"
Kristina smiled, a virgin. Not even worth asking if she had ever been
with another girl before. Daddy can have Sara, I want Hope she thought. "I'm
no longer a virgin, I was raped by a relative a long time ago. I've gotten over
it since then. Men can just be so selfish. Only looking out for what can get
from you. Here, let me put some of this special creme on you. It will help a
lot."
Hope looked up and stammered, " I can do it, that's OK."
"No, I insist, I almost feel responsible for what they did. Men can be
such pigs. Even my father and yours. Now put down your hands," her voice
turning authoritative again. She watched as Hope meekly lowered her hands.
Such great tits she had, nice full breasts, large nipples, I bet I could make
them stick out over an inch. And her areola, a rich dark color, accenting the
pink of her nipples. No wonder they wanted at her tits. I wish mine were as
large, she thought. "You have lovely breasts, much bigger then mine."
Hope put her eyes down, not wanting to look directly at Kristina. She
had this feeling that something was not right, but the exhaustion and fear was
taking their toll on her. She no longer had the will to fight any longer. She
was tired. And anything was better then the men waiting outside the door. She
heard the swishing sound of a liquid poured in hands, the sound of the hands
rubbing together. She knew they would soon be on her body, bracing herself for
when they would. "AAAAWWWW," she gasped, the soft gentle fingers touching her
breasts surprised her. This is not what she expected. She expected similar to
the evil men, cruel fingers searching out her intimate body. "MMMMM," she
moaned, "that feels good," the fingers hefting her breasts, running intimately
over the flesh, massaging the smooth oil into her skin. She held her breath in
anticipation as the fingers moved around and around her nipples, but not yet
touching. They left for a minute, returning again with more oil, massaging
again. One hand hefting up her right breast, the other hands fingers rubbing
sensuously over her exposed flesh, still not touching her nipple.
"Such lovely breasts, so smooth, do you like that Hope? Do you want me
to continue? Ask me, Hope, ask me to continue." Kristina played with Hopes
emotions, forcing her to ask, making her beg for Kristina's attention. She ran
her finger around the right nipple, still not touching, letting the nail of one
finger drag over the areola, watching as tiny bumps appeared.
Hope arched her back, pushing her right breast further into Kristina's
hand, "yes, please, yes, continue, that feels so good," her eyes shut, feeling
the smooth hand gliding over her breast. Please, please touch my nipples before
they burst, she thought.
"Open your eyes, I want you to look at me," commanding Hope again. She
was learning to obey, her eyes opening immediately. She watched Hope's face as
her fingers moved to her nipple, the oiled fingers running sensuously over the
hard bud.
"OOOOHHH, GGGGOOOD," her back arching higher, pushing her nipple into
the fingers, she could feel her pussy getting wet. This had never happened to
her before. Another girl was touching her and she was getting wet from it. She
felt her nipple almost burst as the fingers rubbed over the nub, oil massaging
the erect bud, fingernails slowly running over the tip. She thought she could
almost cum from her nipples being touched.
Kristina could see the lust in Hopes eyes, her fingers continuing the
exploration of her tits. Her other hand moved back to her left breast, fingers
searching out and finding the other nipple, shudders running through Hopes body
as her nipples were manipulated. "Do you like me touching your nipples, Hope?"
her fingers tightening on the erect nipples, now almost an inch long, hard and
erect.
"It has never felt like that before, yes, I like that." She felt the
hands grab her breasts and gently squeeze them, her hard nipples rubbing over
the palm of the hands. They continued to run over her flesh, rubbing, teasing,
massaging the oil in her teenage breasts. Fingers pulled and tugged on her
nipples, not like the men, soft, yet domineering. She watched the hands moved
down, off of her breasts, her eyes searching Kristina's for why.
"I wish had I big tits like yours, mine are so much smaller," her
fingers going to the buttons of her blouse, unbuttoning them to her waist,
pulling the blouse off and dropping it to the couch to fall next to Hopes.
Kristina's hands moved up to her own breasts, cupping them with her hands, her
fingers plucking at her nipples, feeling them get hard.
"You have beautiful breasts, they don't have to be big to be beautiful,"
Hope blurted out. She did not know how to respond, one minute her breasts were
being rubbed, the next Kristina was half-naked next to her, comparing their
breasts.
"Touch them, rub some oil in them, maybe than I will believe you,"
Kristina taunted her. Kristina watched the expression on Hope's face. She had
learned, having been taught herself, how to make a female turn submissive. It
is a matter of always keeping the individual on the edge, never letting them
back down. "I said touch them, I told you about obeying," her voice rising in
tone again. She smiled as Hope picked up the bottle of oil and applied some to
her hands, rubbing them both together, slowly, delaying the inevitable. "Don't
be afraid," her hands moving up and again hefting up Hope's breasts, her fingers
moving back over the nipples, watching as they perked up into hard points. "See
how good it can feel," her fingers tightening on the nipples, now almost an inch
long, a fingernail painfully dragging on the tip, feeling Hope's body shudder,
not in pain, but in pleasure.
Hope moved her hands up and touched Kristina's breasts, moving them
slowly over the flesh, massaging in the oil. She sucked in her breath as
Kristina's fingers lightly traced over her nipples, feeling the fingernail
igniting a pleasurable bit of pain, not like that the men did to her. They did
it to hear her moan of pain, not of pleasure. She arched her back again,
pushing her breasts into Kristina's welcoming hands, wanting more. She ran her
fingers over Kristina's nipples, matching what was done to her, learning, her
eyes looking deeply into hers. They were not as big as hers, but the nipples
were hard and erect, the aureole not as dark, more of a light brown, but the
size of silver dollars. She continued to tease the nipples, copying what was
being done to her, feeling Kristina move closer to her, their faces only inches
apart, her eyes drawn to hers almost hypnotically.
"Do you like it when I squeeze your nipples, Hope?" The fingers
tightened on the harden tips, feeling them squeeze tightly between her
fingertips. "It is not like the men did to you, only a girl could make you feel
this way." She felt her nipples pinched harder, loving the feeling of pain
rushing to the tips.
Oh, God, it felt so good, Hope panting as they both continued to
manipulate each other. "Yes," her voice begging, "yes." She tightened her
fingers on Kristina's nipples, pushing a fingernail into the tip. She arched
her back, waiting for the response from Kristina, hoping that she would
reciprocate. "AAAGGHH," Kristina's nail digging into the hard flesh, the pain
shooting down to her wet pussy. She pulled back, stretching her nipples, hoping
for more of the delicious pain. It felt so good.
"Yes, you like that don't you, Hope. It feels good." Kristina removed
her hands from Hope's breasts, her hands moving up to her face, pulling her
towards her, their eyes meeting, only inches apart. She pushed her breasts into
Hope, the electrifying touch as their nipples touched the naked skin of each
other. Kristina moved her body, slowly rubbing her hard nipples over Hopes,
their bodies jerking in pleasure when their nipples met. She moved in closer,
her mouth searching Hope's. She saw the puzzlement in Hope's face as their lips
met, sweet, hot lips, touching, her tongue moving out, searching out Hope's
tongue. It shot out into Hope's mouth, feeling for her tongue, rubbing over her
lips, bathing her with her juices.
Hope was scared. It felt so good, their naked breasts rubbing over each
other, her nipples about to burst as they caressed the hard points of Kristina's
breasts. She felt Kristina move closer. She knew she was going to kiss her.
She was confused, tired, her defenses crushed. She had never felt this way
before. The lips touched her and her pussy seemed to get wetter, feeling a
dampness between her thighs. She felt the tongue and knew she would have to
respond. She pushed her tongue out, searching, running it over the tongue that
filled her mouth. She could feel the hot tongue, probing, running over the
inside of her mouth, the lips crushing hers, their breasts moving sensuously
over each other, the hard nipples pushed into each other. She moaned in
Kristina's mouth, the responding tongue acknowledging her response.
Kristina felt Hope's surrender. She was hers. She had won. Now it was
only a matter of time. She would take it slow, making Hope beg for it. Making
her strip slowly for her, spread her legs. She hoped they were enjoying the
view, her father, her uncle, her brother. They had taught her well on how to
perform. She would do the same to Hope.
Kristina moved back to Hope's mouth, her lips searching hers, her tongue
darting again in Hope's hot mouth. She felt her shudder again as their naked
breasts and nipples again touched. Kristina's mouth moved down to Hope's neck,
her tongue leaving a trail down, moving down toward her breasts. She looked up
and saw the lust in Hope's eyes, knowing that soon her lips would encase the
hard buds of her breasts. She let her mouth run between the cleavage of her
breasts, her cheeks rubbing hard against the breasts, her tongue still leaving
traces of hot saliva in its path. She moved to Hope's right breast, her tongue
moving sensuously over the flesh, tasting her, feeling her arch her back again,
waiting for the moment when her nipples would be touched. "What do you want me
to do, Hope? Tell me?" Her head stood still, her tongue running over the young
breasts, but still staying away from the hard nipples. She blew on it, hearing
a moan come from Hope's lips.
"Your lips, put your lips and tongue on my nipple, please, please," she
begged. She tried to move her breast closer to Kristina's mouth, but she moved
with them. "Oh, God, please, please." Her hips moved on the sofa, her pussy
soaking wet. What is happening to me, she thought.
Kristina waited, teasing, her tongue moving closer and closer, now
licking over the areola, the cool air blowing on the wet breast. She could see
her nipple, it swelled in anticipation. She blew on it, felt the shudder in
Hope's body and then wrapped her lips tightly onto the hard nipple.
"AAAAWWWWW," she moaned, arching her back higher, forcing her nipple
into Kristina's mouth, "OOOOOHHHHH," feeling the lips holding it tightly, the
tongue now beginning to dance over it, stimulating it. It lapped back and forth
over the sensitive tip, bathing it in saliva, lips sucking on the dark brown
areola, sucking it further into Kristina's mouth.
Kristina left a trail of wet saliva on Hope's breasts as she moved from
one to the other. Her fingers moved to the right breast, searching out the
nipple, still wet and began to lightly snap at it with her fingertips, hearing
the noise as her fingernail slapped against it with a light thump. She found
the other nipple, her mouth again clamping tightly onto it, sucking it further
into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the trapped morsel, running over it,
bathing the tip. Her teeth bit down on the areola, more breast pushed in her
mouth as Hope begged for more. She let her teeth move back, finding the hard
nipple and begin to bite softly onto it.
Hope felt Kristina's teeth on her nipple and thought she was going to
cum. She pushed harder, wanting more, wanting the teeth to bite harder.
"Please, feels so good, bite, please, harder, please. OOOOOOWWWW," her hips
raising up from the couch as Kristina did as she wanted. She bit down hard,
grinding her teeth on the delicate morsel. "OOOOH, YYYYEEESSS,' her hands
reaching down to Kristina's head, pushing her into her flesh, urging her on.
Kristina pulled her mouth from her nipple, but not before giving it one
last bite. She could feel the nipple, hard between her teeth as she ground
onto it, Hope screaming in pain or pleasure. She moved her head away, her
fingers finding it again, both of Hope's nipples now gripped firmly by
Kristina's hands. She lightly pulled and twisted them as Hope moved her hips
about the couch. She moved her head up, looking into Hope's eyes. "Suck my
nipples, Hope, do I like I did. Can you do that for me?"
Hope looked at her and then moved her head down, wetting her lips as her
head moved to Kristina's breasts. She wanted to do this, she wanted to taste
them as Kristina had done to her. Her lips touched them, her tongue already
out, lapping lightly over them, feeling them harden in her mouth. She sucked
them like Kristina had done. After sucking one nipple to hardness, she moved
over to the other, her fingers lightly rubbing the other one, keeping it hard.
She sucked in the other, deep inside her mouth and then she did as she was
taught, she bit on the nipple, her teeth grinding on the nipple.
"Yes, you learn well, bite it," pushing her breast further into Hope's
mouth, grabbing her head, not letting it loose. "More, you know how good that
feels," moaning. She let Hope work on her breasts, biting, sucking and pulling
her nipples. It was now time for more. She pulled Hope's head up, her eyes
staring into hers. "Stand up," she ordered. Again, Hope obeyed, standing
before Kristina, half-naked, her breasts glistening in the light, her nipples
swollen.
Hope stood before her, not knowing what Kristina would do to her, but
she knew that her skirt would be next. She felt hands on her hips, holding her
as they inched down her legs until they reached her naked skin. They rubbed the
front of her naked legs, the short skirt leaving a lot of flesh above the knee.
They moved between her legs, pushing between her clenched thighs.
"Spread your legs open," Kristina ordered her, her hands slipping
between the legs as they parted, giving Kristina access to her body. Her hands
rubbed over her thighs, feeling the flesh, squeezing, moving higher and higher
each time, teasing her legs open more as they moved towards Hope's pussy. "You
have lovely legs, Hope. Lift up your skirt, show me more. Yes, that's good,
higher, above your waist. No need to be modest. You know what I am going to do
to you."
Hope allowed her legs to be pushed further apart as the fingers moved
over her thighs. She obeyed, pulling her skirt up until it was above her waist,
only her panties, black thongs, hiding her lower body. She unbuttoned the skirt
and let it fall to the floor after Kristina ordered her to, standing before her,
Kristina's face only inches from her pussy. She knew that Kristina could see
that she was wet, that she was enjoying what she was doing to her.
Kristina's hands moved behind Hope, grabbing her naked ass. It was firm
and tight. "Turn around, you have a nice ass, turn and show me." Her hands
nudged her around, watching as she willingly complied, showing her naked body to
her. She ran her hands over the flesh, feeling the silky skin. Great ass for
spanking, but first things first. "Back around, Hope."
Hope turned and faced her again. She could hear Kristina sucking in air
through her nose. She could smell the sex in the air. She knew that Hope was
sexually aroused. She closed her legs a little, allowing the thongs to slide
down her abdomen and begin to move down her legs. She closed her eyes, not
wanting to see Kristina's eyes on her naked sex. Fingers grazed lightly over
her flesh as they pulled the thongs to the floor. She was now naked. She felt
fingers urging her thighs apart again. She complied, willingly, spreading
herself open for Kristina.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Hope. Her pussy was framed by just a patch
of pubic hair on the top in a small triangle. Her pussy lips were large and
swollen, tight together, even with her legs spread. Yes, she was a virgin. Not
much had been through those lips before. "Why don't us girls take a shower.
You can probably use it after being tied downstairs. And then we can get
comfortable and relax. On the bed. Come, into the bathroom. You will die for
this shower." She grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bathroom.
It was indeed a lavish bathroom. The shower was big enough to
accommodate four people, having two showerheads on opposite walls, both aimed
for the middle. Kristina slipped out of her remaining clothes, grabbing Hope's
hand and pulling her into the shower. She turned on the water, both showerheads
pulsating with warm water. Kristina grabbed a bar of soap. "Turn around, I
will wash you," twisting Hope's back to her. She moved in, her naked body
pushed against Hope's back and ass and whispered to her, "relax, I will take
care of you," her pussy grinding into Hope's naked ass.
Hope shuddered as she felt Kristina push against her, both naked. She
felt her hands run the soap over her back, moving further down with each stroke
until she came to the rise of her ass. The hand moved over her ass cheeks,
moving gently over the flesh, each time pulling her cheeks apart, letting them
close again, to return to begin again. Hope's body tensed as fingers moved from
the top of her ass and moved down the crease, pushing the cheeks apart, the soap
bar running down until it moved over her exposed asshole. "Noooooo, not there,"
her body shivering as she felt the soap leave and a finger return, rubbing over
her exposed flesh, feeling the tiny opening, the soap already making it
slippery. It moved down, now between her legs, reaching between to run up her
pussy lips, teasing as Hope tried to close her legs.
"Turn around, now for the front, keep your hands down, you will have
your chance soon." Kristina looked into her eyes. She had got Hope hot twice
and then left her hanging. She would do it again. Bring her almost to the edge
and then stop, keeping her body aroused. Kristina's moved once more to Hope's
breasts, soapy fingers running over the flesh again, running teasingly over the
areolas, teasing the nipples into a high state of erection without touching
them. "You like that, you like when I tease your nipples, don't you Hope?"
Fingernails harshly scraped the tender areolas, the nipples near them almost
bursting.
Hope hung her head down in humiliation, "yes, please, touch them again,"
again arching her back, thrusting her big breasts into the waiting fingers of
Kristina. She felt hands on her face, lifting her head up, staring directly at
Kristina again, her face red in shame at what was being done to her untrained
body. She saw the lips again, moving towards her, her tongue wetting her lips
in anticipation of when the soft lips and tongue would enter hers. She
shuddered, the fingers gripping her nipples, pulling her closer, the mouth now
crushing hers, their tongues intertwining.
Kristina pulled her mouth from Hope's, her rapid breathing showing that
she was again being aroused. Kristina's fingers continued to pull and twist on
the hard nipples, Hope's body shaking as she stood there. Kristina moved her
hands down Hope's slender waist, over her rising hips. She soaped her hand
again. "Do you want me to wash your pussy, Hope? Do you want my fingers to
open your fat pussy lips and run them over your virgin pussy? Tell me what you
want, Hope?"
Hope trembled in anticipation, her pussy wet in lust. She wanted it to
be touched, her fingers clenching, wanting to masturbate herself into cumming.
Kristina had pulled her to the edge and then left her hanging. She had to cum
and cum soon. "Please, please, my pussy. I need to, so bad." Hope almost
jumped in the air as Kristina's hand grabbed her pussy, squeezing it in her
hand. "OOOOHHH, GGGGOOODD," her hips bucking up. She felt the fingers moving
over her flesh, the soap making them glide. Two fingers on each side of her
pussy lips pulled them open, spreading them wide, stretching them out until it
almost hurt. The gripped the lips and then began to slide up and down, pulling
outward as the moved, stretching, pulling, spreading her open. It hurt as they
moved to the top or bottom, refusing to yield, spreading wide.
"You have nice fat pussy lips, Hope. Men will like that, Hope, men will
want to do many evil things to those fat lips." Kristina's fingers pinched the
lips, seeing Hope's feet dancing on the floor of the shower, but not moving,
allowing Kristina complete access to her pussy. "Can you imagine what it would
feel like to have a whip slap hard onto those lips.' She released the lips and
took two soapy fingers and began to run them up and down her slit, forcefully
pushing aside Hope's pussy lips. She pushed up and down, but stopping short of
touching her clit. Not yet, she wasn't ready for Hope to cum yet.
Hope spread her legs wider when she felt the fingers move inside her
pussy lips. They slid along her slit, running over her vagina, moving up
higher. Hope lowered her body, hoping to push her clit into the masturbating
fingers. "Please, touch me, please," she begged.
Kristina moved in closer again, kissing Hope, their tongues darting
excitedly into each other's mouth again. She felt Hope's tongue plunge into her
mouth as Kristina's pushed into Hope's wet vagina, spreading it open with one
finger, pushing in. She felt Hope's butt push back, her hand reaching behind
her and pushing on her ass, forcing her back. She kept her hand on Hope's ass,
her fingers sliding up and down Hope's ass crease, rubbing soapy fingers along
the crease. She took her mouth from her and whispered to her, "I know you are a
virgin, but you have no hymen. You may not have had a cock, but I have so many
new things for you. Now stand still," her finger pushing further into Hope's
vagina, spreading her flesh apart. Her pussy gripped her finger tightly. She
was tight. She was going to have to be stretched to take the dildos and
vibrators that Kristina was prepared to fuck her with. She moved her finger
around, twisting it inside her, rubbing it along her wet pussy. Kristina's
other hands were also busy. It searched and found Hope's defenseless tiny
asshole. She heard a loud exhale of breath from Hope's lips as one of her
fingers, still soapy, played over the tiny asshole. She could feel the elastic
flesh, so tender beneath her finger.
"Please, not there, that is where my father put his penis in Sara. That
is disgusting," her hips trying to move to escape the finger moving relentlessly
against her asshole. Her hips moved back and forth, torn between the two
fingers working on both of her holes. "OOOOOW, she yelled as the finger pierced
her asshole and sank into her anus up to the first digit, her sphincter grabbing
it tightly. Her body tried to force it out, gripping it, pushing on it, but the
finger stayed buried in her asshole.
Kristina pushed her finger deeper into Hope's asshole, feeling it slowly
stretch open her anus until it grabbed her finger tightly on the first joint.
Her other hand was gripped by Hope's pussy. She could not believe how tight
both of her holes were. She was going to enjoy Hope, stretching her open,
forcing her to take whatever she desired into her untrained pussy and asshole.
"Men love to take women in their asshole. It is their way to control them.
Women become very submissive when a large cock is forced into their asshole. It
is hard for them not to pay attention. Now, just relax and accept it, it will
be much easier." Kristina pulled her one finger out of Hope's pussy and pushed
in two, hearing Hope groan in pain, moving her legs wider, allowing her greater
access to her body. "That's a good girl," her other finger pushing further into
Hope's asshole, hearing another gasp, her hips jerking forward, impaling herself
more on the two fingers pushing into her pussy. Kristina moved her thumb up to
Hope's clit, pushing aside her clitoral hood, exposing her clit. "You have a
big clit, Hope, it's almost like a little cock, all hard and erect." She began
to rub it, the finger rubbing over the top, back and forth.
Hope would have fallen to the floor if it she wasn't so full of fingers,
pushed deep inside her, forcing her to stand up tall, her asshole gripping the
finger tightly, two fingers stretching her pussy, hurting as she was spread
wide. But the finger on her clit almost made her fall to the floor. She had
now been excited three times, each time Kristen backing away, before allowing
her to cum. Now her clit was finally stroked, the pleasure running up her
spine, into her brain. "PPPPLLLeeeasse, let me cum, make me cum."
"Soon, soon, but not yet, here take the soap, wash me," her fingers
pulling out of all of Hope's orifices, the finger leaving the hard clit.
Kristina waited as Hope ran the soap over her hands. She felt Hope's hand reach
up and run over her breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples, making them hard.
Yes, she learns fast thought Kristina. The hands continued to manipulate her
breasts. Kristina knew that she was resisting, afraid of moving down to her
pussy. She moved her hands up, grabbed Hope's and moved them down her sides to
he abdomen, pushing them lower, forcing them down. "You know what do to, now do
it, I do not want you hesitating again, do you understand me?"
Hope was trying to prolong the inevitable, but Kristina's hands made her
realize that it was useless to resist. She had never done anything like this
before, now she was going to have to, forced by a girl her own age. The hands
moved away from hers as she moved her fingers over the taunt plane of Kristina's
abdomen, moving down further, over her bald pussy, feeling strange as her
fingers reached the top of her pussy. She stopped, looking into Kristina's
eyes, knowing right away that she would have to continue. She moved one finger
down, finding Kristina's hard clit. It was like hers, large, she grabbed it
with her fingers and felt Kristina twitch in excitement. She rubbed her finger
over and over the female bud, watching as Kristina pushed her hips further into
her finger. She could feel the excitement in her own body as she masturbated
Kristina, like that which was done to her. She moved her fingers down further,
spreading a finger between Kristina's pussy lips, feeling how wet her pussy was.
Just like hers. She ran the finger up and down her slit until finally taking
two fingers and pushed them into Kristina's pussy, feeling them sucked it,
gripping them tightly.
"Good girl, I knew you could do it and you have so much more to learn.
Now my asshole, put a finger in my asshole, Hope." Kristina felt a hesitant
hand move over her ass, a finger searching between the cheeks of her ass into it
rubbed over her exposed asshole. She felt the finger begin to push, harder
still before her sphincter gave up the fight and the finger suddenly popped into
her asshole, her sphincter muscle grabbing the tip. "Yeees, that's a good girl,
now play with my clit, get me hot."
Hope felt her fingers grabbed tightly, embedded in the most intimate
parts of Kristina's body, hot and tight. She rubbed her thumb over Kristina's
clit, just like she did to her, feeling her body responding, her hips moving up
and down, forcing the fingers in and out, fucking the fingers.
Kristina kissed Hope, their tongues pushing into each others mouth
again, their bodies pressed up against each other, tit to tit, pussy to pussy,
rubbing. "I think it's time to dry off and go to bed. You'd like that,
wouldn't you, Hope. You want to lie down on the bed and spread your lovely legs
for me, so I can make you cum?"
Hope felt her body pulled from the shower, a towel beginning to rub over
her body, drying her. The rough towel ran over her nipples, the sensitive buds
springing to life again. She shuddered again when the rough tough rubbed over
her sensitive pussy, a finger pushing the rough fabric between her pussy lips,
over her hard clit. She had to cum soon. She was tired, exhausted and sexually
aroused. Kristin kept bringing her to the edge, but then not giving her the
satisfaction of a good cum. "Yes, please, tired, need to sleep, need to cum
first, please, don't tease me anymore."
"No, you can't cum right now, but we will try something new. Come,
let's go into the bedroom. Let's see if I can make you happy." Kristina led a
naked Hope into the bedroom, both of them falling onto the bed, Kristina
arranging Hope's body so the cameras in the room would be able to see all the
intimate charms of Hope's. "You have a very beautiful body, Hope. Lay back,
yes, like that." She grabbed both of Hope's wrists and pushed them to the top
of the bed. "Grab the headboard and do not let go, yes, that's a good girl, you
obey well." Kristina looked at Hope, naked, all stretched out on the bed, arms
over her head, thrusting her breasts out. She ran her fingers over her breasts,
pausing at her nipples to pluck them into hardness again. She moved her mouth
down upon the swollen bud, running her tongue over it as her lips sucked the
breast further into her mouth. She saw Hope's body again begin to move, her
hips rising and falling, fucking the air. She loved keeping her sexually
aroused. There would be so much more of this. Even once she was allowed to
cum, she would only be given a brief sleep, less then an hour before Kristina
would once again awaken her and begin sexually arousing her again.
Kristin moved down on the bed, her lips tracing along Hope's taunt
stomach, feeling her pull her stomach in as she left a trail of hot saliva,
moving down, toward her pussy. But not yet. First things first. She ran her
hands along Hope's hips down her legs. "Bring your feet up, bend your knees,
yes, that's good," watching as Hope allowed herself to be manipulated, her knees
now up, her legs clenched tightly together. Kristina looked at the camera,
pointed directly at Hope on the bed, hidden in the wall, unseen by Hope.
"Slowly open your legs, I want to see your sweet pussy opening for me. Please
me and I will make you cum." These pictures would be all over the Internet by
morning. Of course, Kristina's face would be shielded, but Hope would be shown
spreading herself open, like a whore, smiling at the camera. "Yes, that is
good, more, show me more," Kristina watching as Hope left her knees begin to
part, letting them fall open. "Keep your feet flat on the bed, just spread you
knees open, yes, like that, let me see your pussy flower open."
Hope clenched her hands tightly on the headboard, feeling the air in the
room begin to blow on her pussy, now opening up, her knees mechanically lowering
to the bed to the side. She did not know why she was deliberately humiliating
herself, she only knew that she must do it. She heard Kristin's voices, softly
encouraging her. She felt a hand on one of her thighs, slowly pushing down on,
pushing it to the bed. It rubbed up and down, each time more pressure on it,
pushing it closer to the bed, fingers moving only inches from her pussy. She
could feel how wet she was, almost dripping out of her pussy. She had been
aroused so many times. She could almost cum from the sound of Kristina's voice.
Kristina urged Hope's thighs open, her pussy spreading open so nicely.
Her big pussy lips still covered her vagina, but soon that too would be spread
open for the camera. She purred into Hope's ears, urging her to comply,
complimenting her on how she look, promising her a cum. "Just a little more,
can you feel your pussy opened up? It looks so inviting, I can see your juices
glistening in the light. You like this, don't you Hope, you like showing your
body like a slut." Hope's knees were almost bent down to the bed, her feel now
flat against each other, bowing her legs open, her pussy now spread before the
camera. Kristina ran her fingers up one thigh until she reached the pussy
spread before her. Hope almost jumped off the bed when she touched her pussy,
but she kept her arms holding tightly to the headboard, so invitingly
submissive. "Just a little more, can you just show me a little more and then I
will make you cum?"
Hope's body shook as the fingers touched her pussy again. She thought
she was going to cream all over the fingers. She could feel her pussy juice run
down over her ass to puddle on the bed. Oh, God, I have to cum. She heard the
promise of a cum, soon, all she had to do was comply a little more. "Yes,
please hurry, please hurry."
"Yes, soon Hope, now spread your legs out this time, yes, that's good
but further, I want them opened wide. Show me that wet pussy. Further," her
fingers nudging the legs apart more, the spread now over four feet wide, the
camera pointed directly between them. "That's a good girl," looking at her as
she lay there, legs opened wide, her pussy lips now spreading open, the pink
insides beginning to show. "Now show me more," her hands pushing under Hope's
ass, pushing against her, forcing her to rise up. She loved making Hope perform
and she did it so well, so easily. "Higher, I can see your pussy lips
separating, I want to see your pink insides, can you show me, Hope, show me that
pretty pussy?"
Hope felt the soft hands under her, urging her to raise her hips, her
body arching from the bed. Her feet were firmly planted on the bed, her legs
spread obscenely wide, now her hips rose up, her pussy pushing up to the
ceiling, her pussy lips spreading wide. She felt more juice from her pussy
running down her thighs. She imagined how she looked, naked, legs spread, body
arched up.
"Smile and open your eyes, Hope," the camera recording every minute of
Hope's degradation at the hands of Kristina. The finished video would sell
well, the still pictures only a teaser of what was recorded. She looked at
Hope, smiling, performing like a two-dollar whore. "A little higher," nudging
her nearest foot a little further apart, hearing Hope groan, the stretch of her
legs now becoming painful. Her hips were over two feet off of the bed.
Kristina ran her fingers over Hope's pussy, careful not to touch her clit,
instead running a finger up and down her slit, feeling the wetness. She pulled
back Hope's pussy lips, spreading her open for the camera. She knew they would
be doing a close-up, so she pulled tighter, watching as her vagina appeared.
She pulled harder, feeling Hope move higher, hoping to avoid the pain but only
succeeding in giving the camera a better picture. Fingers moved to her clit,
pushing aside the clit hood, barely able to cover the hard bud. She blew on it
and watched as Hope shivered as the camera recorded her every reaction. Her
clit stood out hard, dark red, aroused, wanting so desperately to be touched.
She knew Hope would cum quickly. But that would only be the first of many.
Hope's back hurt, arched high, allowing herself to be spread open. But
the fingers returning urged her on. She thought she would cum as the speared
her pussy lips, pushing them aside as they ran up and down her slit, her pussy
juices letting them slide effortlessly. She heard the voices again and
complied, rising up higher, her hips now three feet off the bed, her legs
painfully spread wide, her pussy pulled open by insistent fingers.
"Higher, Hope, I want to see your tiny asshole, you can do it," her
hands lightly slapping Hope's raised ass cheeks for compliance. She felt the
body responding, feet placed firmly on the bed, her hips rising up higher,
revealing her asshole to the camera. Another quick slap to her ass raised her
another 5 inches. "That's a good girl, you have to obey," the hand slapping her
ass again, showing her what happens to girls that do not obey.
Hope felt the slap on her ass go directly to her pussy, her pussy
suddenly flooding the bed underneath her with pussy juice. She had never been
abused like this, spanked on the ass, her body forced into obscene positions,
letting herself be spread open. Another slap and she urged her body up higher,
oh, God, it felt so good, why should a slap on her ass feel good, her mind
confused, not able to comprehend the confusing signals her body was giving to
her. "MMMMMMGGG, nnnnnooooo," when she felt fingers running over her ass
cheeks, pulling them apart, revealing her intimate anus. She felt the hot
breath of Kristina blowing on it, she could feel her pucker move as if welcoming
the hotness.
Kristina picked up a small paintbrush from the table near her. It was
an artists brush, over 3/4 inch wide, but of horsehair, very rough. She put her
fingers on each side of Hope's asshole pucker, pulling the skin taunt. She took
the brush and rubbed it over her asshole, having to follow around Hope's moving
body as she bucked from the sensation. "Stay still, Hope, this will feel good,"
her other hand slapping her ass, this time harder for compliance.
Hope moved her ass, trying to evade the strange feeling coming from her
spread asshole. She did not know what was happening, but her asshole pucker
began to flex in and out, something rubbing harshly over it. A slap on her ass,
this time getting harder, stinging, ordering her still. It was difficult. She
again felt something rubbing over her asshole pucker, fingers pulling it wide,
keeping it separated. She felt coolness rushing inside her, knowing that the
fingers were pulling her asshole open. She felt the rubbing over the edges,
rubbing harshly over the tender flesh, her pucker opening and closing like she
was having a bowel movement. The fingers became more insistent, her asshole
spreading open more, now becoming painful. The rubbing returned this time
forcing her asshole to respond, trying to close, but the fingers pulling it
painfully open. She could feel her asshole open and close, unable to comprehend
or respond.
Kristina could not believe the performance that Hope was giving the
camera. The brush had turn her asshole pucker into a dancing hole in her body.
It puckered out, trying to stop her fingers from spreading it open, only to
confront the harsh brush, the pucker pushing in to escape. She continued to
play Hope's body, the camera recording every muscle contraction of Hope's tiny
asshole. Everyone seeing the video could only imagine what her tiny asshole
would do to their cock if it were them that fucked her asshole. "Very good,
Hope, your body seems to enjoy that." Kristina pushed a finger against Hope's
asshole pucker and allowed the camera to record Hope rising higher on the bed as
the finger was relentless in pushing in, forcing her sphincter to accept the
ravishment and accept it. The finger won out as Hope's asshole was forced to
surrender, her asshole popping open, the finger gripping it tightly. Everyone
watching the video in the future would be cumming from that scene.
"OOOOWWWW, OOOOHHH, GGGGOOOOD," her body so arched up from the bed it
was difficult to keep her balance. She felt the finger enter her asshole,
pushing in. She felt her asshole gripping it, her sphincter pushing on it,
trying to force it out of her body. As her body began to lose its control, she
was forced to lower herself, her muscles tired, slowly impaling herself on the
finger in her asshole. She tightened her ass cheeks, gripping tightly on the
finger as it was now buried up to the knuckle, moving around inside her. Her
body was not used to having something pushed inside her asshole instead of out,
the pain racing up her spine, her asshole gripping it, trying to expel it from
her body.
Kristina pulled her finger out of Hope's asshole, it gripping it tightly
even though it was trying to expel it. She let Hope's body slump to the bed,
her muscles having given up the fight, no longer able to keep her body arched
and spread. It was now time to give Hope her reward. "You pleased me very
well, you did a good job obeying, little girl. Now I will make you cum."
Kristina moved up towards Hope's head, "you may put your arms down," she
commanded, watching as Hope's clenched fists leaving the headboard. "Come
here," pulling her closer, her lips touching hers again, feeling Hope's tongue
responding, pushing in, searching out the depths of her mouth. Kristina began
to rub Hope's breasts again, fingers pinching the nipples hard, watching as
Hope's back arched in pain, her mouth moaning into hers. She felt Hope
reciprocate, her nipples rudely pinched, her breasts squeezed hard. She learns
so well.
Hope felt Kristina's leg move over the top of hers, feeling her naked
pussy rubbing on the top of her leg, wetness spreading over her thighs. She
could feel Kristina's pussy lips spreading open as she began to rub her pussy up
and down her leg. Kristina's hand found her pussy and squeezed it hard, her
hand soaked with Hope's juices. Hope arched up, pushing her pussy into the hand
as she felt the fingers running up and down her slit, moving closer and closer
to her clit, now swollen in lust. "AAAAHHHH," she screamed as fingers grabbed
her clit and squeezed it, pain turning into pleasure as the nub finally got what
it had sought for so long. Two fingers pushed into her pussy, sliding
effortlessly within the hot, wet cavern of her sex. "Oh, yeah, please, make me
cum, please," she begged. She felt Kristina moved closer to her, her body
laying on top of hers, knees pushing between her legs, forcing her legs outward,
spreading her open again. She was only inches from her pussy, Hope rising up
again in anticipation.
"I'm going to fuck you with my pussy, Hope, can you be a good girl and
fuck me back," laying on Hope's body, feeling Hope rub her body back and forth,
obeying. The two hot, wet pussy's met, the electricity running through both of
their bodies, both sexually over stimulated, both hot and ready to cum. Their
tongues met again, their breasts rubbing against the other, hard nipples pushing
into each other's chest. Kristin grabbed Hope under her ass, pulling her up
into her pussy, her knees keeping her legs spread obscenely, her pussy opened
and ready. She began to pinch Hope's asscheeks, making Hope buck under her,
moving her hips up and down sensuously, fucking back.
"YYYYEEES, fuck me, please fuck me," her ass rising and falling, sharp
pinches to her ass further stimulating her oversexed mind. She couldn't help
herself any longer, she had to cum.
The only sound in the room was the sound of young female flesh pounding
against each other, the slap of wet pussies rubbing solicitously. Hard clits,
almost like tiny penises pushed against each other, nipples dragged painfully
across the chest of the other and the sound of panting lust coming from the two
teenagers. And the quiet swirl of the camera, recording every detail of the
forbidden sex. Faster and faster they fucked each other. Kristina pulled Hope
around on top of her, wanting the camera to record her ass rising and falling on
her splayed crotch. Kristina reached back, pulling Hope's ass cheeks apart,
spreading them wide, showing the camera her asshole peeking out, her ass humping
back and forth on top of Kristina.
Hope felt her body turned, now on top, now being able to control her
pussy rubbing on Kristina. She felt hands pull her ass cheeks apart, but she no
longer cared. Legs came around her, Kristina's legs wrapping around her,
pulling her deeper on top of her. Their hips moved side to side, sliding
effortlessly on the large quantity of pussy juice flowing from the cunts of both
of the girls. "SSSPPLLL, SSSSPPPLLL," as they continued to rub.
Kristin pushed her tongue in Hope's mouth, her hand reaching between
their bodies, finding Hope's clit, pushing her knuckle into it. "Cum for me
now, Hope, cum all over me," her hand gripping Hope's pussy as her cunt began to
shoot out.
Hope screamed, "OOOOOHHH, GGGGOOODD, IIII'MMMM CCCCCUUUMMMing," the
camera in the headboard recording the face in ecstasy as she came from her first
girl sex. She could feel Kristina begin to climax, her pussy juice mixing with
hers as they both came. It felt like Kristina was shooting out gallons of cum
on her, not knowing that it was her. Her pussy convulsed in pleasure, cum
shooting out onto Kristina, dripping down between her spread legs to puddle on
the bed. Again she yelled, AAAAAHHHH," her body shuddering as she climaxed
again, her pussy rubbing hard against Kristina, "fuck, fuck me." "OOOOWWW,"
another climax hit her as Kristina stuck her wet finger deep into her
defenseless asshole, driving it into her body with a renewed force, dragging
another cum from her spent body. It twisted inside her, forcing her to ride
Kristina longer, forcing her pussy to rub longer over Kristina's climaxing body.
"NNNOOOTTT AAGGaain," she yelled, another cum yanked from her teenage body.
The camera recorded her body slumping down in exhaustion, Kristina
turning her over, raising her hands over her head, spreading her legs open again
for the camera. Kristina pulled Hope's pussy lips apart, her pussy juice
clinging to her virgin flesh, her clit still swollen. The camera pulled in for
a close-up, cum pooling on the bed beneath her, dripping down her thighs, her
breathing ragged. Her first girl sex and she had cum over four times. Her
father, uncle and brother had all cum. Wishing them were the ones that fucked
Hope, planning for when they would.
More of Kristina and Hope to Come
