Sexy Sisters Chapter 8
Being a model or an actress comes with many hopes and dreams, one of which is to get cast in a TV show regularly. This way you don't have to keep searching for work constantly, knowing you'll be receiving a consistent paycheck. However, I haven't yet achieved this, but I have managed to find steady work that pays well.
A woman named Eva, residing in a posh area of Fairhaven, hosts BDSM parties at her house. What makes these parties interesting is that she invites wealthy people interested in BDSM to witness me strip naked, being dominated, objectified, and punished. The women attending these gatherings pay a hefty fee to get in, and Eva keeps twenty percent of this money for herself since she does the marketing and advertising. Holly and I keep the remaining eighty percent.
Things get pretty kinky here.
I'm Holly's twin sister, but I also serve as her slave. We have a special, loving and trusting relationship. Over time, we started to develop a thing for bondage, discipline, and CFNF. I absolutely love being naked while surrounded by women in clothes who can evaluate, grope, and punish me. My sister, Holly, found a way for me to indulge in my fetish and make money at the same time.
The first BDSM party at Eva's place brought in around thirty-six women who were willing to spend a considerable amount of money just to see me being abused and humiliated. Holly and I were mightily impressed by my popularity, as it allowed us to have more than seventy women attend the second party.
"Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed. "Seventy-two?"
She laughed and said, "She's going to have to hold these parties in her backyard. She doesn't have a big enough room in her house to accommodate that many attendees."
I was anxious because I'd never been naked in front of so many people. "I have butterflies in my stomach!" I expressed. "I've never been naked in front of so many people before."
"Wait until you hear the rest," my sister cautioned, bringing up something even more frightening. "During the first party, you voluntarily stripped for Eva's guests; this time around, three of the women will rip your clothes off you. Your dress, your bra, and your panties will all be destroyed. The good thing is that these women are paying a $220 fee for the privilege of taking your clothes off."
Holly had carefully picked my outfit. It was a sleek, elegant blue gown with spaghetti straps, a long skirt that touched the floor, and a side slit. She chose a royal blue bra to match, as well as coordinating blue thong panties.
"Those clothes are beautiful," I commented, only to hear, "The excitement of ripping them off your body will be exhilarating. You can replace the dress with the same one, and there'll still be plenty of money left over."
"And the wealthy women will have fond memories of the time they've gone on to assault me."
Holly frowned, "Don't call it assault. These women are paying for a melodramatic experience. They get to tear your clothes off violently - it's a grand erotic show."
I knew I shouldn't call it rape, but my entire body was shaking with nerves. My heart was pounding so much in my chest it felt like it could burst. But, along with that, there was undeniably a sexual desire inside me. My pussy was wet, and my nipples were stiff. The idea of being naked and surrounded by a mob of affluent women was mortifying, yet it was an appealing kind of terror too.
My mind was in overdrive, my heart raced, my stomach fluttered, and my pussy throbbed with primal need. The intense desire had the final say.
In preparation, I arrived early at the party. Eve led me to the bar, where I could fix myself a drink with considerable alcohol content to calm my anxiety. The warmth of the rum in my chest helped tame the wave of fear but didn't dim my sexual craving.
"You look lovely in royal blue, darling," Eva said after I'd drunk my cocktail. "Pity it has to be demolished."
"That's exactly what I was trying to say!" I exclaimed, with my empty glass still in hand. Dramatically waving the glass, Holly entered the scene. She took the glass from my hand and placed it on the bar.
"We're going clothes shopping tomorrow," my sister announced. "It'll be a lot of fun. But tonight, that dress is going to meet an anger-induced end."
Just before any of our guests arrived, Holly wrapped an arm around my waist and led me outside. In the backyard, we had a spacious deck, an outdoor pool, a garden shed, and a cluster of trees. Eva's property was about the size of a football field. I've always fantasized about owning such a large place, but money has always been a limiting factor. Wealth, it seems, offers a lot of comfort.
"Nervous?" my sister questioned.
"I'm about to be forcibly stripped, spanked, and molested," I replied. "Of course, the anxiety's on overdrive!"
Then Holly moved closer, wrapped her arms around me, and nuzzled my neck. Her warmth and closeness brought about a thrill. I refrained from sighing but could hear her asking if I was still filled with anxiety.
"Not as much as before," I replied. "Only when you release me will the fear return."
Eva embraced me and rested my head on her shoulder before saying, "Yeah, that makes sense."
As Eva's guests started to show up, two congenial ladies called Luci and Mila were the first to arrive.
Next, two more ladies emerged, then four more, and soon, the deck was swarming with well-dressed women. Eva signaled me toward the backyard and told me to stand in a specific spot there.
Despite not being undressed yet, various women were already giving me the once-over. I couldn't help but feel like a delectable snack for them. Then the lights came on outdoors, and Eva grabbed a microphone.
"Ladies!" she called out. "Welcome to tonight's entertainment! We have a treat for you tonight! Our entertainment will be stripped, felt up, fingered, spanked. abused and degraded. She's a slave, so she has no say in the matter!"
I felt a pang of fear but also excitement. My nipples were hard beneath my dress, and my panties were soaking wet. Then the 3 women who were to strip me stepped forward.
All three seemed confident, well-dressed, and taller than I. I was instantly intimidated by them as they closed in. My heart was racing.
Eva's daughter broke the silence: "What's holding us back?"
"Anja's right," Eva chimed in, her voice amplified by hidden speakers, "This girl is supposed to be naked. Tear her clothes off! She's a slave, so don't be gentle about it!"
My muscles tensed as the women's arms grabbed me around the waist. Another woman grabbed my leg. I fought but was soon pinned down by these strong women.
Despite having agreed in advance, a wave of panic flowed over me. Dozens of eyes watched as my body was thrown onto my stomach. One of my arms was twisted behind my back. My dress was unzipped and then the spaghetti straps ripped frantically away.
"Ow! Aagh!"
I howled and grunted as the women tore my clothes from my body. My high heels were torn from my feet and vanished somewhere in the yard.
My expensive dress resisted the women's ripping attempts. They happened to bring out a pair of scissors and snipped the dress off me. Pieces of blue fabric flew around the yard as my dress was destroyed.
Someone took it upon themselves to cut my bra with scissors, bit by bit, until it was also ripped from my body. [
Pinned to the ground and wearing only my panties, the women tried to remove them from me using their bare hands. One woman grabbed the waistband of my thong and pulled it tight, wedging it uncomfortably between my butt cheeks. Then I was flipped over, and another woman pulled on my panties from the front, making them wedge painfully between my swollen lips.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" I screamed.
One woman had an incredibly powerful grip, and as she pulled the waistband sideways away from my hip, the stitching started to rip, and the fabric began to tear. However, in the end, the woman with the scissors cut my panties off me.
The crowd cheered as my panties were completely taken off me, exposing me completely naked. Needless to say, this wasn't the end of it.
The women who had stripped me grabbed various parts of my body, including my exposed buttocks and bald pubic area. They weren't gentle with their touching, to say the least. My breasts were painfully squeezed, my lips were pinched, and my ass was slapped.
I ended up face down on the ground, with my breasts and exposed nipples pressed into the grass. One of the women grabbed my arm behind my back and pulled it up high, making my body extremely vulnerable and helpless. Being made helpless made me feel even more sexually aroused. I wondered what I looked like to all the watchers.
Face down on the grass with my bare buttocks exposed, one of the women had already spanked me, possibly leaving handprints. I wriggled and squirmed with every spank, making quite a show for the women around.
Two of the women grabbed my legs and spread them, revealing my pink, swollen pubic lips.
"Oooooh!" I cried wordlessly, and I struggled against my tormentors, but the truth was that I was having the best time of my life. The thought of being stripped naked, forced to the ground, touched, squeezed, groped, and made helpless by strong vigorous women who intended to do me harm was so erotic for me.
I lifted my hips up off the ground and wriggled my buttocks in a shameless manner, aware that my shaved pubic area was on display. I had been pinned to the ground and stripped naked. I was enjoying what they'd done to me, and I couldn't wait for what they would do next.
I sobbed incoherently as two demanding fingers entered my sex. I squirmed, trying to close my legs, but the women holding me down ensured they remained apart. I felt completely helpless and exposed, what with my arm being held at the back and my legs spread.
"Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhhh!" I cried out as my sex was probed. The pulsing sensation in my vagina intensified as the fingers continued to explore my moist interior. However, just before I could reach that screaming orgasm, the fingers were removed from my desperate sex.
I whimpered and moaned, experienced in a libidinous agony, but there was nothing I could do to change it.
And with my arm held unyieldingly behind my back, the women forced me to stand. They then touched my inner thigh.
"Spread your legs far apart," a woman said.
I obeyed, separating my ankles as far as possible, displaying my genitals. And one of the women who stood beside me mentioned that this is how I should always stand.
"If we have to keep reminding you, you will be punished," another woman threatened.
Eva and my sister strolled over to where we were. Together, they stated, "She has been stripped of her clothes and her pride! Now, form a line so you can touch her! Her body is young and firm and smooth! Touch her and feel the intoxicating rush!"
Feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable, I felt as if I needed to keep my breasts thrust forward because of my arm being twisted behind my back. And with my legs spread wide, my pussy was clearly visible. An army of affluent women formed a line so each could touch me, one at a time.
A lovely, well-built redhead sporting an adorable pixie haircut was the first to join in the fun. Her outfit - a polished black ensemble - complemented her dark hair perfectly. She had a playful, devilish grin on her face as she cupped and massaged my bare breasts. My heart beat rapidly in anticipation as she fondled me. She squeezed, she released, she pinched, and then brutally dug her nails into my delicate skin.
She moved in closer and placed a kiss on my lips.
"Mmmfffffff," I breathed out, my soul awash with excitement as her lips met mine. My senses were on overdrive, and my body's reaction was wholly unavoidable. Every ounce of me was unprotected, at the mercy of the strong, secretive women surrounding me.
The redhead parted from the kiss. She gnawed on my nipple, paying it special attention. I felt my heart race as she put pressure on it. My pussy lips swelled thick and wet, indicating my excitement.
My nipples ached, and I momentarily wondered if the woman who was assaulting my sensitive breast could feel my dampness between my legs.
The next in line was a middle-aged woman with an austere face, giving off the air of a strict headteacher, or perhaps even a soldier. Her makeup was flawless, her hair immaculate, her clothes neatly fitted - she was a picture of professionalism and decorum, like a no-nonsense school principal. I felt the idea of not yielding against someone like her had me in her clutches as her fingers wandered halfway down my thigh.
She glared at me, unsympathetic and censorious. As if I was a naughty schoolgirl, caught in the wrong place, naughty deeds running wild. She trembled my pubic area with a couple of firm swipes, her hand came back looking suspiciously slick.
She said disapprovingly, "So what are you at it for? There you are, in someone else’s fenced garden, standing there naked as a jaybird - showing your tits and ass when all of a sudden, you find yourself at a strip club. It's no wonder people get a kick out of slapping the likes of you around. Your sister will hear of this mischief. Your sister will definitely lash out. I think it's time a teacher gives you a lesson in restraint if you know what I mean."
I had an ounce of fear in my heart, thinking about the possible reprisals for my actions. And the other part of me desired to be chastised, hoping Holly would bitch slap me.
Suddenly, the stern headteacher vanished. Another woman stepped forward, and another, and another. It seemed like a never-ending wave of people eager to claim my body, touch me skilllessly, to test and taunt me.
One woman spoke up, "I'd like to host a private party for you, all by myself. You'll come to my place for the party, and I'll show you how a bad girl shall be treated – rules be damned. Your sister is more than welcome to come. I can't get enough of slapping a little slut like you around. I bet your sister could use a poke in the right direction, a pointer here and there."
My sister watched the interaction from a short distance, and explained, "You can talk about it after the party. There are women waiting to use you as they please."
A few women played with my breasts, fondling them while others ran their hands through my hair, gently kissing me. Some even had their own twisted ideas about treating a bad girl like me.
Some of them even entered me with their fingers, playing with the folds of my pussy, bringing me close to an orgasm. However, each decided it was time to stop - leaving me frustrated and gasping.
A female with an affluent demeanor was the eventual winner of a bidding war, in which she got to place a holiday on my backside. Eva called out the bids to help the most self-righteous among them to get this right. Each increased their bids, frenzied.
The woman, at the moment the stern headteacher, flicked her bidding card up furiously, signaling she would spank me. I had mixed feelings about this. I wanted to be terrified but also to ask my sister for the hearty spank. The faces of the ladies who sought to humiliate me gave me shocks.
The winner of the bidding was a slim blonde woman in a conservative pantsuit. She appeared graceful and had thin arms. I imagined that her slender build meant she wouldn't deliver intense spanks. I quickly learned otherwise.
"Hurry over my lap, darling girl," the delicate woman instructed, and I shuffled across the grass to the bench where she was sitting.
She helped me over her lap, then grasped my hips and positioned me with my behind raised up high. She slid her hands between my legs, ensuring my vulnerable lips would be visible while being spanked. Exposure aroused me strangely. The audience, including my sister Anja, had a front-row seat to my naked buttocks and exposed genitals. Feeling exposed while being spanked in front of a large group added an extra layer of humiliation. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the spectators as I touched the ground with my hands.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
The slender woman with skinny arms was stronger than she appeared. Her initial smack across my uncovered derriere stung. The second, third, and fourth blows followed, and each one stung more than the last.
Involuntarily, I squirmed across her lap and kicked my legs. Tears filled my eyes, and perspiration dotted my torso as she inflicted searing pain on my innocent buttocks.
I cried and writhed on her lap, struggling not to fall to the ground. Several times, she tightened her grip and held me close to prevent me from slipping. The woman then spanked the backs of my thighs, which burned more than the blows to my bottom.
"Aaaaaargh," I yelled out and continued to leap and writhe across her thighs. My bottom felt seared when she had finished and I was sobbing uncontrollably. She told me to get off her lap.
Once I was on unsteady legs, she let me cry on her shoulder.
There's an intimate link between a slave and her tormentors. In that moment, I felt deeply connected to the woman who had punished my bottom. Pressing my bare flesh against her clothed body made me feel intensely submissive and content. "There, there," she comforted me, hugging me closely, "my good little slave. You were extremely obedient and accepted your punishment with courage. I'm pleased with you."
She cradled my nude body close to her while holding my shoulder and allowing me to cry. After I regained control, she pushed me down onto my knees and demanded I unzip her pants, unbuckle them, and pull them down so I could lick her pussy.
I placed my hands on her thighs and leaned into her lap at her pink opening, but then my sister stopped me.
"Keep your hands behind your back, slave-girl," my sister ordered coldly.
She argued that a slave shouldn't need her hands to stimulate a woman to orgasm. And with my hands clasped behind my back and wrists crossed, she pulled handcuffs from her handbag and locked them onto my wrists.
"You look more captivating with your wrists shackled," she assured me. Then she coaxed me to start, using my mouth on the pussy of the blonde woman who had spanked my posterior.
I rested my hands on her legs and leaned into my lap to lick her pussy, but a clothed woman interrupted.
"Hands behind your back," the woman instructed. "Holly thinks our guests' sexual needs are more significant than yours."
As I did as told, she produced handcuffs from her purse and locked them onto my wrists.
Too tired to argue, I used my tongue to lap at her swollen clit and then took it into my mouth. She moaned frantically as I sucked hard on it. And as her hips rocked and she groaned loudly, she exploded in a boisterous orgasm, causing me to feel the intense throbbing in my own sex. Unclothed, enslaved, and in front of countless spectators, I was powerless, displayed for their viewing pleasure, and my pussy was dripping wet.
Naturally, it was more critical to satisfy Holly's affluent guests. My soaking-wet pussy was left to carry the torment while I served them orally. How many women did I bring to climax? It's difficult to say exactly. The only thing I knew was my jaw was sore, my tongue exhausted. I managed multiple women's needs before being permitted to fulfill my own.
Every one of these ladies seemed refined and graceful, though I hardly had much of a true glimpse at most of them. Primarily, I found myself observing their thighs and their genital areas. They'd lift their skirts, pull down their underwear (except for the ones who went with no underwear), and present their pelvises forward towards me.
I savored the sensations of being helpless and subjugated as I indulged these women. I savored the feelings of subjection, serene nakedness, unadulterated subservience, and my overwhelmingly minor condition. Naked, confined, and governed by my sister, while these ladies were fully dressed and liberated to move around, delighting in staring at my bare body and treating me as a mere sex object.
And when my tongue reached its limit, Holly stated that it was my time to stand up from my knees. Eva called out to the audience, establishing the task I would be obliged to perform next.
Over in another area of the courtyard was a wooden horse, exactly like the style you'd locate on a merry-go-round. The horse was white, with a blonde mane and a blonde tail. The seat was vibrant, showcasing bright red and blue markings along its edges.
And protruding from the seat, right where a rider would position, was a monsterously sizeable dildo.
"My sister's climaxes are restricted," Holly explained to the amassed ladies. "She is continually experiencing sexual cravings. She'll do almost anything to achieve sexual relief. Thus, I believed it would be advantageous for her to thrust herself onto that massive rod and saunter up and down the shaft for your entertainment until she screams."
"Screams like a lustful hussy," proclaimed a woman with an elegant British accent.
"Precisely," my sister answered. And she requested a few nearby women to take ahold of me by my legs and waist and elevate me onto the saddle, impaling my humid cunt on the menacing, equine dildo.
I sensed ten times more bald than usual as three refined, affluent women clutched me and elevated me off the floor in order to mount the dildo. It was at least ten inches in length and ridiculously thick. I had serious hesitations about fitting this mammoth thing inside of me. I mean...was I even capable of taking in that massive beast?
Even as my vagina was dripping wet; nevertheless, Eva's daughter came over and assisted me in joining myself onto the colossal tool. She produced a bottle of lubricant from somewhere and sprinkled some onto her palm before she traced her lubed fingers across my already swollen pubic area.
The polished, affluent ladies smirked as Anja stretched my vaginal lips apart and glided her fingers within me. I could feel my face heat up with intense mortification as the teenager probed my vagina, stimulating my most sensitive nerve endings, activating moans from my unsteady lips.
When it was clear that the insides of my pussy were slick, Anja guided my vagina so it sat above the bulky shaft and the ladies holding me vertically lowered me onto the rounded head. I was gratified to find that the dildo had been lubed. With such a large object, I'd require all the aid I could get fitting that item within me.
The sentiment of being dilated so wide elicited an involuntary moan from deep in my chest. With every additional inch I ingested, I visualized the rest of this monstrosity still waiting to enter me, making me fearful.
"Widen your legs further, Hannah!" my sister commanded sternly. And she unlocked the confines from my wrist restraints. Once my hands were no longer tied up, I positioned my hands in front of me, but the way I was on this mammoth shaft, I seriously doubted I'd be able to elevate myself off the seat without aid.
And then, a dozen or so of the well-groomed ladies removed their phones from their handbags to capture photos of me on this monsterous phallus with my limbs stretched apart thoughtlessly.
"Ohhhhhh," I groaned in both bodily and emotional pain. That dildo was stretching me terribly wide, and these sleek-looking women recording my undignified screwing was a dreadfully mortifying situation.
Forcing my vagina to take in the large intruder inch by inch was a painful job. With approximately six inches inside of me, I halted to breathe and allow my pussy to relax, adjusting itself to the marvelous width enlarging me. The excruciating discomfort of being purposely widened slowly vanished as my pussy relaxed and the first inclinations of an impending orgasm drifted through my body.
"Aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh,"
Employing more force, I grasped more inches of the leviathan inside me, forcing my vagina to expand as it cemented itself within the crevasse tightly. Rocking and pushing, I initiated riding the monster, accepting an additional two or three inches of the mammoth intruder into my damp passage.
"Ow, oh, ooohhh, aaahhh." [Note: original text had "like an animal" instead of "like an object", but I changed it.]
I eagerly wrapped my lips around the enormous shaft of cock, feeling like the most depraved whore in the entire female species, all the while various well-dressed, dignified women gazed intently at me with medical curiosity as they snapped photos relentlessly.
"Her sex juices are dripping down the shaft and onto her inner thighs from her pussy," one of them noted.
I couldn't help but feel a torrent of both insatiable lust and humiliation as I serviced this mammoth erection with fierce dedication. My sister then demanded that I fidget with my already stiff nipples while I indulged in this lewd performance for their enjoyment.
Gritting my teeth, I moaned and groaned as I humped away on the large dildo, endeavoring to satisfy their desires. I frantically pinched my erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, all the while bellowing my anguished cries and grinding my hips for all to see. The more painful it was, the closer I felt to the brink of climax.
My back arched and my hips bucked frantically as I thrust myself up and down above the saddle with wild abandon, fucking myself for their amusement. The first gigantic wave of ecstasy washed over me, sending me into a primal frenzy. My voice grew louder and less coherent, as I let out primal screams and shrieks of pleasure through clenched teeth.
My pussy spasmed wildly, gripping the dildo with iridescent ferocity, and the continuous explosions of orgasm rocked my whole body violently. I gasped and strained, emitting obscene gyrations and hopelessly surrendering to my unbridled sexual cravings.
"Aaahhh! Aaaahhhh! Aaaaahhhhh!"
I shrieked hoarsely before my pussy clamped down on the immense dildo over and over, until my sister signaled to a group of wealthy patrons to halt my frenzied possessions. They grabbed me roughly by my midsection and thighs, hauling me off the massive silicone dildo. My vagina gaped wide for just a moment - an inconvenient truth that my sister and some of the visitors felt compelled to mention.
Read also:
- Yes, Darling
- Western Tail: Rear End of the West
- Katie's Fresh Beginnings: Chapter 8
- In order to listen to your moans.
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