Sisters On Camera, part 5 - Sex Stories

Sisters On Camera, part 5

... Paintballs immediately splattered against her bottom, prompting yet more jiggling. The hard, soapy projectiles stung Kerry terribly and spurred her to hop more quickly and erratically. The boys enjoyed making her bottom jiggle with each successful shot. Kerry would have run toward the road if she could, but Roger had already jumped out of the SUV to stand between her and the only paved motorway within miles. She realized with dread that the boys had a much better idea of where they were than she did, and there was no hope of escape through the woods. The boys were just toying with her by pretending to let her go. Roger fired rapidly as Adam and the others exited the truck, preparing to chase the girl down on foot. They went easy on her, preferring to shoot at her exposed naked body from a distance. The shots lost some velocity at long range, increasing the possibility that one of the soapy shells would ricochet rather than splatter upon impact. This would inflict severe pain and produce impressive bruises and welts. The boys aimed low, taking care not to hit Kerry in the eyes. A few shots splattered agains her chin, shoulders and neck as she hobbled into the protection of the trees. Two shots bounced painfully off of the back of her head. After five minutes there was enough distance between herself and the boys that their accuracy began to suffer. She took shelter behind a gnarled oak tree as her tormentors split up and fanned out in an effort to surround her. A paintball ...

... whizzed by from her left as she stooped over and caught her breath. Suddenly three projectiles splattered against her tits from the same direction. She screamed and slumped to her knees panting uncontrollably. Kerry didn't know who was firing from her left. On the other side of the tree behind her she heard Adam's voice. "She's behind this one! I'll paint it for you!" he shouted before firing a volley at the oak, covering it in bright orange splatter marks. Suddenly a chorus of bolt clicks rang out and persuaded Kerry that it was time to move. The volley of shots was wildly inaccurate but three paintballs struck her on the ass as she struggled to her feet and hopped away frantically in her leg cuffs, her bruised and battered tits bouncing painfully with each leap. The game continued for ten more minutes and Kerry endured fourteen more paintball shots as she continued her desperate attempt to evade her pursuers. She knew that she couldn't escape yet she convinced herself that if she forced her captors to waste ammunition then things might be easier for her later on. If Kerry had known the plans her tormentors had in store for her when they caught her, she would have realized that she had made a wise choice. Exhausted, winded and blinded by her own sweat, Kerry found one last tree to lean her fragile body against pitifully while the boys closed in. She attempted to hop away when she heard shots from the right, a rush of compressed air from the barrel giving away the position of ...