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.
Parent Post: Sisters On Camera – by Loving_Karma
- Sisters On Camera - Part 2
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