by Powerone
Chapter 11
Sisters in Trouble
Soran found out there was trouble when he heard a rumor, though he tossed it aside with laughter. A student had said that she was captured by a satanic cult and was used sexually in a ritual by at least six masked men. He began to dig deeper, trying to get bits and pieces from many people without creating a stir. It took two weeks, but he finally pinned it down to Roxie. She and her sister attended Wexter, Roxie a junior, her sister Jennifer a sophomore. Soran remembered Roxie. She had long blonde hair with full tits, wide hips and a firm and luxurious ass. She had been taken over a year ago, but it was only lately that she began to mention these strange happenings. This had never happened before; none of the women taken had ever recalled any detail what transpired, though some did have strange, reoccurring dreams.
Vale caught wind of the rumors and confronted Soran. “You must do something about this and immediately. We are about to embark on an extraordinary moment in our history, and I don’t want anything to mar the happy occasion.” Ravenna was almost ready, and he had a burning desire to claim his glory.
Soran knew not to disappoint Vale. It would only happen once. He didn’t want to be the one that did that. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” There was only one day to the weekend. He set his plan into motion.
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Roxie was surprised when Vossler strolled up to her. The sun had just set, and she was returning from the library, finishing her project, ready to celebrate the end of the arduous task. Her sister, Jennifer, waited for her. They’d celebrate with a steak and then some drinks at a club.
“I haven’t seen you in a while, Roxie. Where have you been keeping yourself?” Vossler used his considerable charm with her.
She didn’t have much contact with Vossler, even though they were both juniors. She was charmed by his older brother, Soran, though Roxie was able to fend off his advances. Or so she thought, but over the last few months, her frequent dreams had become more troubling and more real. She saw Soran in one of them. She was sure of it. She wouldn’t know for sure unless she saw his cock, which she had no intention of doing. The person that took her sexually had a black leather cowl over his face, but she thought it was Soran’s eyes that stared at her with such lust in them. She saw his body as he took her, especially his cock. She knew every inch of it, her hands and her mouth had explored it, at least in her dreams. “You know me, always immersing myself into school. I’m such an overachiever.” She was right; she spent too much time on school and not enough on her social life. She didn’t have a steady boyfriend for the last year. She didn’t know if that had any reason to do with the strange dreams. They were all so perverted and degrading, yet each morning, she woke up and her pussy was wet. Vossler scared her a bit, as Soran did. It was the unknown that she feared. She saw Vossler look at her, not the normal way, but his eyes looked so wide open and his pupils dilated into tiny pinpoints. It felt as if he looked into her soul and knew her darkest secrets. Suddenly, the fear she felt began to fade, not sure why, but she felt so warm and comfortable. It was as though she was snuggled under her blankets on a cold morning.
“Would you like to come with me, Roxie?” He saw her eyes fading; her arms almost limp at her side.
“Yes,” she cooed, not asking why or where, only content when his hand took her arm and guided her off. She had to make her feet move one step at a time, a conscious effort for something that was usually so natural, that it was unsettling.
He took her books, unsure she could carry them. He made the escape from the campus without anyone seeing the two of them. He knew that her sister, Jennifer, would be waiting for her. Ever since Roxie’s revelations, Jennifer stuck close to her sister to protect her. Soran would take care of Jennifer.
At the same time, Jennifer was snatched up from the dorms by Soran. It didn’t take much for him to get her to come along with him. All he had to do was mention that Roxie was in trouble, and if Jennifer wanted to help her, she’d better come along quietly. After that, it was easy.
When Jennifer’s mind began to clear, she looked around the room. It had stone walls that were damp with sweat, the floor cold beneath her feet, realizing she was without shoes. She looked at the white robe she wore. Where did it come from? It covered her from her neck to her ankles with a zipper running the entire length of it. She couldn’t tell for sure, but it felt like she was naked beneath it. She tried to see what was beneath it, but she realized she couldn’t move her arms. They were behind her, and something held her wrists pinned to each other. A shadow came out of the darkness and terror struck her. It was a man, but he wore a leather cowl that covered his face, but his eyes glared harshly at her through pinholes in the leather. She tried not to stare, but there was no way she could avoid it; it drew her attention. He was naked and his erect cock stood out defiantly. Why was he aroused? Then more thoughts appeared in her head. “Where’s my sister, Roxie?” She remembered that Roxie was in trouble and she went looking for her.
“You’ll soon be reacquainted with her, but first, we have some matters to take care of.” He stroked his cock as he looked at her. Another man soon joined him.
Two naked men looked at her, and she feared for her safety. What have I stumbled into? Roxie was worried about strange nightmares she had where men in robes, just like these took her sexually. Could it have been true? “Please, let me go and I won’t tell anyone,” her voice shook in tremors.
“Soon, but you’ll have to see the consequences of revealing anything that happens here.” He walked over to her. She tried to back up, but she bumped into the other man, and the instant she felt an erection pressed against her ass, she moved forward, into his arms. He made short work of pulling the zipper down the robe. He pushed it off her shoulders. The sleeves were designed to split apart with ease, not requiring her arms to be unbound. He gazed at her naked body as he stroked his cock. “You’ve been naughty, and you need to be punished.”
“If you touch me, I’ll call the police,” she tried to sound demanding and in control, but her voice trembled in fear.
“Help me,” he urged the other man. She began to struggle immediately, but she was no match for them. They each grabbed an arm and dragged her kicking and crying out until they were in another room.
She went from one room to another, this one more terrifying. It had black drapes on one walls, but the entire room only had one piece of furniture. It was a large black stone table. Painted in the center of it was a five-pointed star with a circle around it. She couldn’t say anything, frozen in fear. It made her vulnerable; the two men easily lifted her up and carried her to the table. She was pinned down on the cold, hard table, face down. One of them pushed down on her shoulders with such power, Jennifer unable to get away. Her arms were still bound behind her back, but they were yanked up high. She knew why when her legs were spread forcibly, a finger pried her pussy lips apart and thrust home inside her.
“She is no longer innocence.”
The finger continued to probe inside her, Jennifer unable to do anything to stop him. It pulled out as quickly as it pushed in; but then, a hand came crashing down on her buttock. He began to spank her as if she were a child. “No, don’t!” She cried out in protest, but the hand continued to spank her, alternating from one buttock to another. Each blow pushed her pussy into the hard, unyielding table. Another hand joined in, but it didn’t spank her, it caressed her buttocks as if it tried to soothe away the pain that he had inflicted. She cried out with each powerful spank on her flesh. She tried to shift her body away from the spanking, but it only rubbed her pussy on the hard stone table. She felt warmth in her buttocks, as the spanking grew more vigorous as well as the caressing hand. Her body began to grow confused, going from pleasure to pain in seconds, not knowing which would be next. She felt her mind become blurry once again. At the same time, her pussy began to twitch and tickle in the most maddening way. “Please, no more!”
“Your ass is turning a pretty pink, Jennifer
,” punctuating his words with a pair of very forceful spanks on alternating cheeks. He also noticed that her body began to squirm on the table. “I think Jennifer is very sensitive and passionate.” He continued to smash the palm of his hand on her quivering buttocks, but as he did, his other hand began to explore her pussy from behind. It didn’t take long before he found his finger wet with her arousal, in spite of her cries of pain. Her hips moved more urgently now with each punctuating blow on her buttocks. “Before you are reunited with Roxie, you’ll see what punishment instruments and furniture we have to make sure our secrets are kept.”
“I understand now, please, let me go.” She was ready to do anything to stop this.
“I think she grows too fond of this punishment. Flip her over onto her back.” The two of them soon had her on her back, her bound arms beneath her that forced her to thrust out her firm breasts so brazenly.
She felt hands on her shoulders as one man towered over her head and held her upper body down. The cool stone felt good on her heated buttocks. His cock bounced inches from her face, and she feared what he might do. He was big, much bigger than any man she had seen before. The other man was at her waist, and when he spread her legs, she didn’t do anything to stop him or to close them. She felt a finger pushed between the lips of her pussy and was shamed by her wetness. The finger was very demanding, and she bit her lip and tried to remain impervious to what he did to her.
He wasn’t about to be outsmarted by her. His finger pushed up her slit until it brushed across her clitoris. He began to rub it back and forth until it grew and then pushed it down into her pubic bone. He released it, and it sprang back up as he tickled her clit once again.
She closed her eyes as the two men stared obscenely at her, shuddering as she bit her lip to control the tremor of her lips. She felt sweat roll down her sides, clenching her pussy muscles as if she could stop the pleasure from the finger that aroused her so easily. Her face turned red in shame. Two men watched her being masturbated so expertly. She couldn’t control herself. The pain in her buttocks went away, and the pleasant excitement took over her body. She squirmed her bare bottom on the hard stone, but even the rough stone on her sensitive buttocks couldn’t stop the lust that built up in her body. She whimpered as her toes bent in pleasure. Her breasts rose and fell as she struggled to breath and her nipples turned to such hardness in the cool air. He continued to rub her, paying such attention to her pleasure button. “Please, no more,” she begged, shamed that he might make her cum in front of them. “Don’t touch me there; you’re driving me insane,” but it was insane with lust that she felt. She could no longer contain it, her body began to quake, and she arched her ass up higher to try to drive her clit harder into his demanding finger. She responded when he pinched her clit and that took her over the edge. She humped the fingers as though she was receiving a lover’s cock inside her. Her inner pussy muscles tried to clench on a lover’s cock but found nothing. She shuddered and bucked on the table in the most violent climax she’d ever experienced, and the two hooded men watched her perform so lewdly. She lay on the table, exhausted and shamed.
Her ordeal was far from over. They kept her bound and confined in the room for hours, though Jennifer had a hard time estimating time. She found that she fell into a deep sleep, but she was woken by the sound of the door opening. The two men appeared again. Her eyes were drawn to their cocks, hard and throbbing before them. How did they keep them that way? Would they take me this time for their pleasure?
“Did you have a good nap, Jennifer?” The both of them moved next to her.
“Please, untie me, let me lose.” She saw the men’s eyes feast on her body, and it made their cocks jerk in pleasure.
“Not yet, Jennifer.”
She didn’t know how long they’d keep her bound and naked. How long would I have to endure this? She had to find Roxie, but she couldn’t do it this way.
“You have an exceptional body, Jennifer. So supple and flexible. Your reactions are quite intense and passionate. It’s time for your pleasure again, Jennifer.”
“No, don’t make me…” but her words were cut off. The two men overpowered her once again, and this time, it was a more shameful pose that she was required to maintain. She was bent over, with her ass thrust up high. Strong hands pushed between her thighs and spread her legs lewdly, though she didn’t try to close them once they left. She felt her cheeks parted as well as her pussy lips. She was sure that she presented an indecent spectacle. Her face was pushed into the stone table, but she saw the two men behind her leering at all her exposed charms. “NOOOOO!” She cried out in shame when she felt a warm, wet mouth press against the lips of her pussy from behind. She was pushed back harder against the soft kiss of his lips as he began to suck and kiss her pussy to her utter shame and horror. She felt his tongue gouge between her pussy lips, forcing her lips to part under the sheer force of his kiss. It felt like it was a tiny cock that moved back and forth along her sheath. Her juices flooded his tongue with her shameful eruption, but then, his head pushed deeper between her legs, found her clitoris once again and began to tantalize it with his expert tongue. She whimpered and pleaded with him but to no avail. She twisted her hips from side to side, but it only exacerbated it, his tongue followed her every movement as if he knew where she’d go. She struggled to contain her reaction, tightening her muscles to hold off the inevitable reaction of her body. He was a master in bringing her such excitement. Slowly and inescapably, his tongue forced her over the edge of sanity. She found herself aching for release, humping his face and tongue with her pussy as though she was a slut. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue rubbed her swelling clit once again, but this time, he sucked the swollen nub of pleasure into his mouth and his tongue beat the trapped bud with such pleasure. She heard her cries of pleasure ring out in the gloomy, dark room as she shook in violent eruptions. She came all over his tongue, but he eagerly drank up her profuse juices as her body shook in the throes of ecstasy. Her body slumped down on the table once again, shattered by her uncontrollable orgasm.
When she woke up, the room was dark, but she suspected that someone was in it. It scared her that he watched her. Then, she saw the shape of a man come over to her. This one didn’t have a leather cowl on his face. He looked older, forties or so, but he was in great shape, powerful arms and legs. She was almost getting used to seeing all the men naked, this one was no different. Like the others, he was erect as if they were always rutting with someone. “Please, let me go,” she pleaded. He looked less scary, and she hoped he’d release her. The lights came on in the room, and she saw a chair over in the corner where he had sat.
“Not yet. First, I’m going to give you another spanking.” He said it so matter-of-factly.
“Oh, no, not again.” She panicked once again.
“If you don’t walk over to the chair and bend over my lap, I’ll use something more severe. I have a fine collection of instruments and whips. They’ll tear the skin off that lovely ass or your breasts. You can only imagine what it would feel like to have your nipples whipped. Or, I could tie you by your ankles, upside down with your legs spread. My whip could visit your ass or maybe tickle that lovely pussy. I’m sure that you’d learn to be more obedient by the time I finish with you.” He stroked his cock; the thought of using the whip on her excited him so much.
She cried out in terror. “No, you can spank me, but please, please don’t whip me.” She’d never survive such a thing.
“That’s a good decision, Jennifer.” He sat in the chair and waited for her to lie on his lap. Once he commenced spanking her, her squirming would bring such pleasure to his cock as she lay on it. “Lay down over my lap.” He untied her hands first and saw her appreciation as she slowly stretched them out for the first time and rubbed her wrists. He enjoyed the feel of her naked skin on his cock. He adjusted her body so that her ass was shamefully upturned, her cheeks tight for him to spank and caress. “Are you ready for a spanking?”
Sh
e burst into tears, humiliated to be naked over his lap while she waited to be spanked as if she was a child. But no child would have such a hard, big cock beneath her twitching in excitement from her smallest movement. “Yeessss,” her voice quaked in terror. It felt like she’d lose her balance from the humiliating pose she was in. His arm encircled her bare waist to steady her as his other hand began to caress her buttock. She didn’t know what was worse, his caressing hand or the spanking. It was as though he prolonged the ordeal, shaming her before he punished her. This time, he made a longer examination of her backside. He pried apart her cheeks, slapping one when she clenched them too tight. He peeked at her anus as she tried to clench the muscles of the tiny knot as she groaned and sobbed in shame. She cried out when his finger ran across her anus, no man had ever touched her there before. His finger was insistent; any clenching of her cheeks would provoke a harsh slap to her thighs, so close to her pussy that she could feel the breezed blow on her heated flesh. The finger was back, and this time, Jennifer struggled to allow him access to all the shameful places he desired, though she couldn’t understand the fascination of touching her in such a vile place. She gasped the first time his probing finger entered her anus. She felt her anal ring stretch, and then, suddenly, it surrendered and his finger was sucked up into her rectum with such finality.
He stared at the tiny brown hole that lay beneath his fingers. He teased her muscles, pushing harder as she struggled to keep him out, and when she surrendered, he’d pull back, but then, he would return to do this lovely dance with her again. His finger soon tired of the game, and he pushed his finger into the center of her tiny hole. She held out as long as he could, but he felt her anal ring slowly stretch open and ultimately allowed entrance to her virgin hole. The minute his finger pushed in, her anal ring snapped tight around his finger and pulled it in. He wiggled his finger until he pushed against the strong, clenching muscles in her rectum. He felt her anal ring clasp around his finger with such passion, and her anal muscles rippled along his finger with such erotic splendor. “You are so intensely erogenous, Jennifer. You were built to be mastered.”