J. Watson - Sister's Rape Lesson

She began to rapidly move her finger in and out of her burning cunt. She wanted to make herself come. She could feel her juices building up.

“That’s it,” be said. “Make yourself come. Make yourself hot and juicy.”

She hardly heard his words. She kept having mental pictures of the women in the photographs. She kept seeing Maggie sucking cocks and getting fucked. She imagined herself lying on Maggie’s bed while three men stood around her jerking off.

She could almost feel the cum hitting her in the eyes and mouth and forehead, splashing body on her titties. She felt herself begin to tingle.

“Oh,” she moaned. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come. Oh, I can’t help it! Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!”

She collapsed in the seat with her finger still inside her cunt. He took her hand and gently pulled it from her hot pussy. He took her finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off.

“You’re going to have many like that,” he said. “Many, many happy hours of pleasure before I’m done with you.”

She felt scared and excited at the same time.

The driver pulled the limousine to a stop in front of a house in the country. Tracy had half expected something really fancy. She found it was a large but simple-looking house almost hidden by large trees.

“Get out,” Joe said. “Brad will show you to your room. You’ll be serving tonight.”

“Serving?” Tracy asked.

“Brad will explain,” he said impatiently.

She had been dismissed. She carried her own bag once again as she followed Brad up the steps and into the house. Brad led her to a small, cramped room at the top of the stain. There was some kind of costume on the bed.

“This will be your room as long as you’re here,” Brad said. “The rules are that you don’t go anywhere else in the house unless you have permission.”

“I understand,” Tracy said.

“You’d better,” Brad said. “Mr. Douglas will expect you downstairs at eight o’clock. He’s having some friends over and he’ll want you to serve cocktails. Your serving outfit is on the bed. Don’t be late.”

Tracy felt resentment flare up in her.

“I’m not a serving girl,” Tracy said.

She had forgotten that he was still wearing the rubber gloves. She tried to duck as she saw his fist coming, but she wasn’t fast enough. This time he hit her in the stomach and it hurt. She doubled up in pain and fell back against the bed.

“You’ll do as Mr. Douglas tells you,” Brad said. “Or you’ll suffer. Be there at eight or I’ll have to come and get you. I don’t think you’d like that.”

He left her alone. Tracy had the feeling that she wouldn’t like his having to come for her. She felt a sudden flash of anger as she thought of her sister. Maggie had gotten her into this. She’d have a few things to say to Maggie when she returned. Tracy glanced at the clock and saw that she had two hours before eight. She decided to take a nap. She got up on one side of the bed and went to deep. A warning bell triggered in her mind just before eight. She got up hurriedly and took a quick, hot shower in her bathroom.

She then took her first real look at her outfit. It was one of those very short skins that a lot of waitresses wore. But it was only a skirt and a pair of expensive panties. There was nothing on top except the two slender straps that kept up the skirt.

She was expected to serve topless.

Tracy knew she shouldn’t dare refuse. In a few minutes Brad would be up here after her and she didn’t want that. She slipped into the panties and the skirt. She surveyed herself in the minor.

She felt a blush of shame as she stared at herself. She didn’t want to go downstairs dressed like this. There was no telling who might be down there.

A soft knock at the door made her jump.

“You’ve got one minute, Miss,” a girl’s voice said. “You wouldn’t want to be late.” She hurried to the door and opened it. A girl dressed like herself stood there. Tracy could tell that this girl was also shamed at the way she was dressed. She was a mousy-looking girl with big, black glasses, small breasts and a weak smile. She looked like she should have been teaching Sunday school rather than being here.

“I’m Tracy,” Tracy said.

“I’m Louise,” she said. “We have to hurry. We’ll want to be downstairs at eight.”

“Have you been here long?” Tracy asked as they started down the stairs.

“No,” Louise said. “This is only my second time. The first time I wouldn’t dress like this and he sent Brad after me.” Louise shuddered.

Tracy was very glad she hadn’t wanted for Brad to come after her. Brad gave them a frown when they both entered the room. He told them to come behind the bar.

“Louise has done it before,” Brad said. Tracy watched his hand caress Louise’s leg. Louise said nothing but Tracy could see her body tensing up. Louise was very much afraid of Brad. “She’ll show you everything here. Have you ever mixed drinks before?”

“No,” Tracy said.

“No matter,” he shrugged. “These guys mostly just want one thing. Whiskey and water. That should be easy.”

“Yes,” Tracy agreed.

Tracy wanted to ask a great many questions but there wasn’t time. The guests started arriving. There were about twenty couples, most of them old men with young girls. She found herself working so hard mixing drinks that she forgot about her scanty costume, but now and then she would look up and find some man eyeing her tits hungrily.

Finally the meeting began and Tracy stopped mixing drinks. Nobody made her leave so she found herself listening to Joe explain things about economics and new plans to his guests. She realized that they were mostly business partners of Joe’s.

“Now that the boring stuff is out of the way,” Joe said with a grin. “We can get to the part you’ve all been waiting for. Louise, the film.”

Tracy saw Louise tense up again. She walked like a zombie to the desk in the corner of the room and brought back a film. She handed it meekly to Joe.

“Put up the projector, Brad.”

Tracy noticed that Brad very quickly had the projection table set up and the film in place. Louise had not moved. Joe was running his fingers over her titties.

“What’s this film about, Louise?” he asked.

Louise didn’t answer. Joe gave her a soft slap on the check.

“What’s the film about?” he asked again.

“Me,” Louise said in a whisper.

“Why did we make a film about you?” he asked. Tracy found herself staring into Joe’s eyes when be asked the question. She understood that the answer was also meant for her.

“Because I didn’t do what you told me,” Louise said.

“Exactly,” he said. “People should always do what I tell them. Right, Louise.”

“Yes, sir,” Louise said meekly.

“Stand closer,” he said. “Brad, run the film.”

The lights went off but not before Tracy had seen his hand slip up the back of Louise’s legs to caress her asscheeks. Tracy shivered.

Tracy looked back at the screen.

It was a very rough film. Evidently Louise had been drugged or something because she didn’t protest as man after man fucked her brutally. It was the most obscene thing Tracy had ever seen, and the most exciting. She couldn’t help the wetness that she felt between her legs.

The film finally stopped. The lights came on and Tracy found herself staring at Louise. She was on her knees taking the long, thick shaft of Joe’s cock into her mouth. She was sucking him energetically, almost hungrily, as if she wanted to taste his semen.

Every eye in the room was on her as her ruby lips went down farther and farther on his cock. With one tiny hand she fondled his heavy balls.