Sisters On Camera - Sex Stories

Sisters On Camera

... this point. Yet she remained enslaved, knowing that the sadists who had taken charge of her life could always make things worse for her. "It's not that bad, darling." Spencer grumbed as he lit a cigarette. He thrust another one in her direction but she didn't react. He put the cigarette back inside the pack. "You're probably gonna want one later. But like I was saying, we only sent the video to people who have something of their own to hide. Your sister, her friends, these other sluts we've been fucking with... Oh, damn! You need to meet the sluts. You eat pussy, right? I mean, your sister does, I dunno if you guys sixty-nine or if it's all just fingerbanging but..." Spencer trailed off when he realized Kerry had given up on fighting the urge to cry. He patted her head condescendingly as she sobbed and wept. They arrived at their destination a few minutes before Adam and Roger. Kerry had kept her head lowered for most of the drive but she looked up when the car stopped moving. They were parked in front of a foreboding windowless trailer in the middle of nowhere. She began to wonder if she was about to die. Adam and Roger practically had to drag her inside. They locked the doors and flipped the light switch, revealing a crude but well-equipped pornographic studio. The camera alone appeared to be more expensive than any piece of technical equipment Kerry had ever seen. She immediately realized that this studio saw frequent use. The floor was littered with sex toys and there ...

... were bins full of discarded condoms and lubricant containers. Kerry's heart sank deeper still when she noticed the chains and padlocks on the trailer's two doors. The trailer consisted of one large room with a small kitchenette and bathroom in opposite corners. Most of the space was occupied by the equipment and accessories but there were stacks of DVDs and cases as well. The material was low-quality but legit enough for porn. Kerry deduced that anything produced here could easily end up being sold in a store. When they shouted at her to strip she just thought of Lindley. There wasn't much to remove anyway. Kerry's tormenters forced her to stand facing a wall opposite where they sat while they adjusted two digital cameras along with her phone and several mobile phones of their own. Then they commanded her to bend over, grab her ankles and wiggle her bottom while they began to record. "Sorry about the studio, babe. We don't have time to clean up or mess around with pre-production. This one's going online before midnight." Going online? Kerry nearly fainted as she continued to wave her ass invitingly in the air, her pained grimace somewhat resembling a smile from her present angle. They made her stand for what felt like twenty minutes, maybe longer. Staring out upside-down from between her own legs she observed that the boys were smoking a joint and drinking beer. Her calves, thighs and back ached and she dug her fingernails into her ankles and bit her lip as her pussy moistened ...