Kelly's Mom - Sex Stories

Kelly's Mom

... Kelly. Bring her down a little, okay?”

Becca pulled the opposite rope, and Vicki's arms were lowered to just above her head, giving her some much-needed blood circulation that was agonizing in its own way. The girl's head dropped and she sighed deeply. She was still blindfolded, so she had no idea of the set-up she was now the star of, but she'd understood they had some kind of network connection, and that she was part of it. Suddenly, the blindfold was pulled from over her eyes, and she was looking into Kai's darkly shadowed eyes. It shocked her. The woman took a long drag on her cigarette and blew smoke into Vicki's face, grinning at her reaction.

“Alright ladies,” the older girl announced, “I'm outta here. Fuck, I wish I could stay and watch, but other slaves await. Whatever you're gonna do, have fun, but don't leave blood all over the place, okay? Evie, call me later.”

'Blood?' Vicki gazed around her as the girl walked away, swiveling her head one way and then the other. 'What were those cameras for?' With a sudden dawning, she realized they were pointing at her, suspended in the middle of this open building. There was a folding table at the far end, with cables leading to and from it. Evie was dithering with a monitor, only occasionally glancing her way.

Becca was still holding the instrument of torture she'd been using on her, looking at her with a sly grin on her chubby face. She'd changed from her swimsuit to a leather outfit that came up high on her ...

... hips, with no cups to hold her budding breasts. Her nipples were a soft pink, and fully erect. The black lace party face masks were perfect for the role of Mistress the three girls would wear on screen. There had been much discussion about how safe it was to show the slaves' faces, but Kai and Evie assured them they could block any URL within a 100 mile range or more, to reduce the risk to near zero. They would sell more on the dark web that way, they said. And for a lot more money!

“Becca,” Vicki asked, “what is this? Why were you hitting me with that? Let me down, okay? I'm tired of this game.” Her voice sounded pitiful, just perfect for the cameras.

From the far side, Evie told Becca to find something to put in the slut's mouth. She didn't even refer to Vicki by name; she was now “the slut” – a 'thing' to be silenced, and god knew what else done with! Vicki began to sob as Becca produced a belted device with a round leather ball attached. Becca stepped around behind her, regarding Vicki with a strange expression; not quite a smirk.

'Why was she doing this?' “Wait...what's tha.......”

Becca's hands went over her head and pulled the foul-tasting ball into her mouth, stopping her questions. Vicki felt her buckling it behind her head, and far too late, shook her head violently. Becca laughed.

“Got her,” she yelled to Evie, who rolled her eyes.

Just then, Kelly's face appeared on the monitor. “Hi, kids,” she announced, “what's happening there?”

Evie hit a key ...