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Webcam Videos

Part 6

WEBCAM VIDEOS

Part Two

Chapter One

       Staring around the stark room, not even knowing it existed behind the garages false wall, the display of bondage paraphernalias striking.  Hearing the door shutting behind them, glancing back toward her brother-in-law, his stern expression, almost an overbearing appearance, the silence is eerily quiet for a few uncomfortable moments.

       “This is it.”  Her brother-in-laws voice firm, to the point as he continues.  “This is our little playroom… Where her performances are videoed.”

       “Per… Performances?”  Her own voice a higher pitch, almost a stutter, she cant help being overwhelmed by the quantity of the leather, chains, whips, along with the bondage apparatuses positioned throughout the room.  Glancing around, slowly shaking her head as she cant help reaching out across a wall bench, glancing around toward the items meticulously laid out, she hears herself mumbling.  “God… What… Whats all this… This stuff?”

“Stuff?... Stuff youre gonna have used on you, girl… And stuff youll be modeling, too.”  The voice matter-of-fact, again the tone firm.

Feeling the nervousness, the knotting in her stomach, the emotions seem almost instantaneously overwhelming as she stares toward the bench.  Picked up for her Friday night babysitting gig, now its just feelings of humiliation, apprehension as shes been led into their secret room, yet she finds herself drawn to the assortment of bondage gear and pain inflicting devices.

“Yea… I guess its obvious youve got some of the same genes… The same tastes as your sister, huh?... Deep down, you both enjoy pain… And exhibiting it… Like hanging by your tits.”  His voice still assertive, to the point.  “Im going to teach you the real price for your kinkiness… Nosing in on my computer… The teasing with your feeble mocking of your sisters videos… Make it all real for you.”

“Wa…….”

“Hush!”

Seeing a rag in his hand, a half empty plastic bottle, tipped and soaked into the cloth as he steps forward, a quick hand behind the back of her head, the pungent odor, taste of the cloth presses across her face.  Coughing, attempting to struggle, sinking to the floor with instant nausea, her head spins as the room blurs, grows dark.

Head swirling as she awakens, tautly spread-eagled in mid air by four bungee cords with wrists bound to upper arms, ankles to thighs, her bent elbows, bent knees secured in tailored leather cups, she sways by the taut cords attached to the ends of each cap.  A bitter capsule again waved beneath her nostrils as she blinks, stares into the shadowy blankness of the cloth wrapped across her face covering her eyes, shes barely able to sense light filtering through, just the faintest of the silhouette of her brother-in-law standing in front of her.  Her jaws aching, lips stretching around a hard rubber mouth gag, she mumbles, grunts as she feels his hands roaming her bare breasts.

“Youll be putting on an exhibition tonight for the webcam… Right here in front of our webcam… Have some things done to you your sister doesnt really want done to her.”

Hearing his voice as her breasts flattens, twists in his spreading fingers, she again grunts as his fingernails dig into the buds of her nipples, twists, tugs, stretches.

“Ooommmpphh!... Gaaaaaddd!”  More then grunts, her naked body twists in the ropes, fingers and toes curling.

His hands tugging her forward by her breasts, releasing their grip, her body springing back and forth in the flexing bungees, she feels his gripping fingers again digging into her titflesh as she finally sways to a stop.  Still being manipulated, being dragged downward, breasts stretching, the pair of hands again releasing their grip, her naked body springs upwards, jiggles to a standstill, her reddened breasts bouncing, slapping back and forth.

“There… Just right… Nice and taut.”  His voice still a monotone, still precise as he glides his spread hands across her midriff.  “Weve had requests… Had some requests kinda over the edge for our webcam performances… Kinda painful requests.”  He continues as he again manipulates her breasts, twists, squeezes, tweaks the nipples while tugging her around in the stretching bungees.  “And to think… She wont have to do em… Just get the credit… After all… Nobody will know the difference between the two of you with just that blindfold covering your eyes… Damn… Its amazing just how much you two do look alike though, especially without you sporting those fake ass tattoos.”  Gripping the base of each breast, a couple firm twists, he scolds. “So… You like to pose huh?... Your sisters right… Youll make the perfect body double for her for these more painful sessions.”

“Oooommppphhh!... Hhhhuuummppphhh!... Gaaaaadddd!”  Responding to each tug, twist with a whimper, a grunt through the soaking bright red gag, she listens, disturbing, frightening thoughts rippling through her mind.  Arms, legs numbing, tautly stretching, she senses the door opening, shutting.

“Got her ready, huh?”  The voice of her sister, the barely visible silhouette of her steeping beside her husband.  “Damn, got her nice and tight… Look at those titties sticking out there… Like Im looking in a mirror, almost.”

“Yea… Close enough… Still got a few minutes.”  His voice continues, monotone, matter-of-fact.  “Think well start with those skewers tonight… You know, the request that one guy keeps begging for?

“Ouch!”  The sisters voice again.  “You mean the nipples?... Clit?... Piercing her on her first show?... Okay, thatll work for me… Itll bring in some serious bucks… Go ahead then and finish getting everything ready for her.”

Nervously listening to her sister, brother-in-law discussing her treatment, her heart pounding in her chest, she cant help imagining the worst, what shes about to have to endure as she feels her breasts being released, another cloth being wrapped across her forehead.  Now total darkness, a few agonizing minutes passing by, the sounds of metal clanking, things being shuffled, her grunts are intelligible as she mumbles around the ball gag.

Otherwise total silence, her breast again cupped; she feels the cool, prickly sensation against the outer curve of her breast as its tugged forward.  “Ready?”  Voice steady, a hood over his face as he stands beside her dressed all in black leather, he waits for the web cams final adjustment, squeezes the base of the firm titflesh.  Centering, gently flexing his other wrist, guiding the tip of the glistening skewer against the bulging mound, the razor sharp point probing inward, being enveloped by the swelling flesh, he hesitates, gives a not so gentle thrust.  Plop!

“Ooooooommmmppphhh!”  The pain searing, feeling her flesh being pricked, pierced by the hardened steels probing tip, she senses her naked body reflexively springing back and forth in the bungee cords as the skewer slides inward, well beneath her nipple, halfway, three quarters of the way through. “Huuummpphhh!”

Holding her breast firmer, a trickle of blood oozing down across her chest, he presses further, the sharp tip pressing against, distorting her stretching flesh from inside.  Plop! “Aaaaaggggghhhh!”  Her grunt guttural, her head jerking back, the bungee cords flex as her naked body spasms, the skewer sliding completely through between his gripping fingers.

Dropping his hand, standing beside her as either end of the skewer glistens, the pointed tip crimson, dripping a couple specks of blood across her sternum, he reaches for a second skewer, steps around, grips her other breast.  Nipple bulging, her titflesh spreading between his flexing fingers, the sharp tips pressed against her discoloring mound.  Momentarily steadying the skewer, again a jab, another Plop.

“Aaaggghhh!”  Again jerking in the flexing cords, a couple more driblets of blood tracing downward across the outer curve of her engorged breast, his wrist flicking, the tip of the skewer rams through.  Plop!

“Oooooommmmppphhhh!”  Both breasts throbbing, the warmth of the few drops of her blood trickling down across her ribcage, she gnaws on the spongy rubber gag, reflexively clenches her fists, curls her toes as he again steps away.  Total darkness, silence except for her own stirrings, even blindfolded she surreally realizes her breasts are being impaled during her brief respite.

Again more skewers, left breast, right breast, side to side, top to bottom, the duplicate patterns emerge over the next few agonizing minutes as she struggles with the numbing pain, jerks at the bindings, bounces, sways from the stretching cords as each individual skewers jammed through her breasts.  Still the overall silence except for her muffled utterings, the creaking of the bungees, minutes pass while each new throbbing pain pulsates in her chest, the exhibition continuing.  Finally a half dozen piercings completed, the skewers glistening, circling her outthrust globular mounds as she sways in front of he webcam, gasping for breath, saliva drooling, mixing with the trickle of mucus from her flailing nostrils as it drips from her chin, she senses fingers pressing against her inner thighs, spreading her labia lips, tugging at her clit.

“Oomph!... Oooommmppphhh!... Oooooooommmmmmpppppphhhhhh!”  Her efforts renewed, rocking, jerking, twisting as her clits being tugged outward, sensing the cool metal sliding against the stretched flesh between her trembling thighs, frantically realizing whats next, her head jerks back and forth, body arches, bows as the prickling point presses inward between his pinching fingers.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The pain excruciating, the skewer shoved through, the crimson tip pressing freely between her butt cheeks,  the long screech becomes a harsh gurgle as her head tilts forward, her chin brushing across her sternum.  Virtually limp between twitches, traces of blood trickling across her bare flesh, she somehow endures the unmentionable piercing, barely grunts as still another pair of skewers are centered across the nubs of her twitching nipples, probed, pressed inward simultaneously.  The flattened nubs swelling, engulfing the sharp tips, she contorts in a couple reflexive tremors as the skewers jam inwards.

“Oooommpphh!”  A muffled muttering, the skewers gliding inwards two, three, four inches before being released, she slumps forward, limply hangs semi-conscious for the remainder of the viewing as he steps aside, the piercing request completed as the chrome skewers glisten, randomly twitch with her forced breathing, the final minutes passing until the webcams clicked off.

End Part Two 


      




 







  

  

        


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