Ransom Demand
Eighteen year old Hope has been kidnapped in Mexico by a rich, powerful politician. He requires that her Aunt, twenty-five year old Sara, become his sex slave for thirty days. Hope is held captive to make sure that Sara fulfills her obligations. This is a continuation of that story.

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 crème," 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 crème 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.

 
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