A Sister's Malice by likebadfun

Alone at home, Sara was finishing off her homework while chatting with her mom on the phone. One hand fiddled with one of her red pigtails while the other held the phone. Pretty Sara hadn’t changed after school so she still wore her red plaid skirt and starched white shirt with the loose red tie. It was the uniform for the private college for gifted girls. Underneath she wore plain white cotton panties and a small white bra. The bra, a school requirement, was hardly necessary to support Sara’s small, late-developing breasts.Doctor Jane Cummins had assured her that she was simply a very late developer and her body would catch up to her age within a year. During the examination Doctor Jane had required Sara to undress completely, even removing her undies so that the doctor could examine her closely. Explaining the need for thoroughness, Doctor Jane had lightly run her hands over Sara’s bare skin, stopping to squeeze her nipples to see that they were developing correctly. The doctor had then slid her hand to Sara’s hairless crotch to “make sure it is maturing properly.” This part of the examination had entailed the slow, gentle rubbing of Sara’s pussy the same way Sara sometimes did while having a shower. The rubbing continued for several minutes and Sara had to squeeze her eyes shut to control herself in case the doctor realized the effect it was having on her. During the rubbing Sara noticed that Doctor Jane’s breathing had become somewhat ragged. Clenching her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut, Sara finally shuddered, the doctor finished the examination and announced that Sara could go. Sara was very happy to know that she was finally developing properly.

While finished her homework, her mom enjoyed a late dinner across town with Sara’s older sister, Ashley. Ashley was excited this evening. While her mom chatted with Sara on her cell phone, Ashley sent a text message on her own cell saying simply, “Do it. Now!”

In the alley behind Sara’s home, Nick sat in his Lincoln, waiting. His phone beeped announcing a text message. He looked at it, “Do it. Now!” Leisurely, Nick poured some liquid onto a cloth, folded it, climbed out of the car and headed to the back door. Taking out the key Ashley had given him, he quietly unlocked the door, stepped in and followed the sounds of Sara’s voice to the kitchen. He knew, having observed from the car, that Sara’s back was to the kitchen entrance.

Creeping up behind her, he paused for a second as Sara said, “I love you mum.” Per his instructions, before she could put the phone down, he grabbed her from behind, clamping the cloth to her mouth. The phone clattered to the table top. Sara screamed. She struggled. She slumped down.

Nick picked up the phone and listened. Sara’s mom was calling in alarm, “Sara! What happened? Are you OK?”

Nick replied, “She’s in good hands ma’am.” He giggled and put the phone back on the table being careful not to end the connection.

“Well don’t you look yummy.” Nick said, loud enough to carry through the phone, looking at Sara’s body slumped over her history books. Nick pulled the chair out and ran his eyes up and down Sara’s slight form taking in her bare legs, her school skirt and starched blouse. He noticed she didn’t seem to have much in the way of tits. Not that it mattered. He had a job to do, a contract to fulfill. Similar to many contracts he and his two pals had fulfilled in the past.

He ignored the insistent voice calling through the phone. The longer the mom delayed calling 911 the more time he had to enjoy Sara before taking her to the dungeon, or, as his friends called it, the audition room.

Nick’s leather gloved hands slowly roamed over Sara’s limp body, feeling her slowly, savoring her. His hands ran up her legs, pushed the skirt up and casually rubbed her pussy through the cotton panties noting the lack of hair. Next, squeezing her tits, he realized they were even smaller than he had, at first, thought.

Sara started to stir, a moan escaping her lips. She screamed as she realized she was being touched intimately. The voice on the phone called out again in alarm. Nick cuffed Sara and clamped the cloth over her face again.

The voice on the phone yelled, “Sara, honey, I’m calling the police!”

Nick sighed. Time to get moving. He tied Sara’s feet together, her hands behind her back, stuffed her mouth with a dirty dishcloth and gagged her with one of her own dark green socks.

Tossing her over his shoulder, one hand clamped on her bum, fingers thrust between the two halves of her ass, Nick carried Sara out to his waiting car. Dumping her ungraciously into the trunk, he was about to close the trunk when she recovered conscious again and made loud noises through the gag. He stuffed the chloroform soaked cloth into the gag making sure it covered her nose also and nodded with satisfaction as she again slumped down. She wasn’t going to wake anytime soon which was good because he had a one hour drive ahead of him. First he made a phone call to his pals and said, “Got the package. Make sure the cameras are working. See ya.”

Back at the restaurant, Sara’s mom was in hysterics. Ashley, feeling very pleased, tried to hide her grins of pleasure as she tried to calm her mother. After several minutes, her mother, who had dropped the cell phone on the floor, finally regained some composure and said, “We need to call 911, right away.”

Ashley kicked the phone under the next table and replied, “Yes, we should, where did you put the phone?”

An hour later, Nick pulled in to the lane way of the remote farm, stopped at the farmhouse, popped the trunk and gazed fondly at the night’s work. Tossing Sara over his shoulder, he carried her in and dumped her onto the sofa in front of his waiting accomplices, Bob and Joe who looked approvingly at the way her school skirt rode up her legs.

Bob said, “Ashley wired the money over this afternoon. She said she’d pay a bonus if we stick to the script and upload the movie to her in the morning.”

Bob, Joe and Nick ran a discreet business. They would ravish you or anyone you wanted in anyway you specified, for a price of course. Tonight Ashley was their client and Sara was the subject. Ashley had, using their standard form, checked off the “procedures” she wanted done to her sister Sara. They had priced the job accordingly at $7,500.

Sara’s eyes opened. She stared at the three well-dressed business men and made “mmph” sounds through the gag. Joe reached over seized one of her tits, hauled her to her feet and made her stumble down the stairs to the “audition room”. Her nipple throbbed from the rough treatment. In the audition room Joe sat her on the chair in the middle of the room. The chair with the lights shining on it in the dim room.

Sara found herself in a room with several easy chairs, a wide-screen TV, camcorders on tripods and several chains hanging from the high ceiling. There were also some ropes coiled on the floor. Various photos of bound, naked, frightened women adorned the walls.

Sara’s eyes bugged out!

Joe put a dog collar around her neck, pulled one of the chains lower, hooked it to her collar and let the heavy spring pull her up until her toes barely touched the floor. She desperately tried to keep her balance to avoid dangling from the hook and strangling. Next Joe put shackles on her ankles and attached a chain to each shackle. He left her hands tied behind her back.

Joe exited the room leaving Sara to struggle to keep her balance while staring at the clock on the wall. The muscles in her calves were threatening to give out and she was covered in a sheen of sweat from her efforts when, after a half-hour, Nick wandered in carrying a thick leather strap.

Adjusting the angle of the camcorders, Nick grinned at her, waved the strap and said, “Used this all the time when I was a teacher. My students were real well behaved. Too bad the schools don’t let me use it anymore. I really enjoyed it. Here, let me show you.”

He swung the strap, striking Sara’s soft bum with a loud slap. Sara instantly lost her balance and dangled from the collar briefly until she managed to get her feet back on the floor.

Bob and Joe came in, each holding a glass of scotch. Joe said, “Ok, let’s get the show on the road.” He untied Sara’s gag, pulled the dirty dishcloth out of her mouth, looked at it, said, “Yuck” and pinched Sara’s cheek hard before she could scream.

Joe looked in her teary green eyes and advised her, “This is the deal kid. You’re going to scream but no one will hear you. If you don’t like what we do, well tough, we don’t care.” He let go of her cheek, Sara promptly screamed.

Turning to Bob, Joe said, “She’s sweating, must be over dressed. Help her out.”

Bob grinned. “Let’s start with the school tie. You won’t need it.” He cut the red tie off with a large pair of scissors.

“You’ re still sweating. Skirt must be too thick.” Taking a vicious-looking hunting knife, Bob sliced Sara’s red plaid skirt from the waist to the hem and let it fall to the ground. Sara’s screaming continued unabated. It didn’t bother them. Just part of the job.

They gazed at her white cotton panties and bare legs for a few seconds before continuing.

“I don’t like starchy shirts. Too stiff.” Bob reached up, tucked his fingers in the top of her blouse, yanked and ripped all the buttons off leaving a large tear.

Her bare stomach and tiny bra became visible. Bob ripped the rest of the blouse off so that Sara now hung from the chains in just her tiny white bra and white cotton panties. Sara shook in fear. Her screaming stopped as her throat became raw.

Bob cocked his head, looked at her bra and remarked, “Not much there. Hey girl, how come you ain’t got no tits?” Sara stared at him wide eyed, too scared and shocked to answer.

“Don’t need the panties.” Bob sliced them off with his knife.