Chapter 6

Elana stepped away for a moment to make a secure copy of the video. She was confident that the futas wouldn’t go anywhere. They were hers now.

Both pairs of sisters had been played, used for Elana’s amusement, and they weren’t going to take it. Elana had debased them down to sexual animals. They were cavorting with strangers and their own siblings with thoughtless motion driven by some genetic coding. Their actions were unconscionable. For the moment, the hormones had ebbed and they had sated themselves with endorphins. They could think logically again.

Lucy, her voice steady despite the fact she was emotionally shaken, broke the silence. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

Desiree nodded, helping Valerie to her feet. Linda, despite her dislike for the other pair, agreed. “We can’t stay here. Elana will only continue to humiliate us.”

Valerie, a shell of her former self, looked at them, her eyes filled with tears. “But what about the contest? Elana will never let us stop.”

Lucy scoffed, “Elana said the contest was over, Valerie. We’ve been nothing but pawns to her. We need to expose her, make her pay for what she’s done.”

Elana, returned in time to overhear Lucy. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she said, her voice echoing in the room. “You see, I have something that belongs to you. Well, to all of you.”

She held up the device, a small red light blinking on it. “This is a remote control for the cameras in this room. They recorded everything. If you try to leave, if you try to expose me, I will release the video I’ve taken of you today. The world will see what you’ve done; what you’ve become.”

The sisters exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from shock to anger to fear. Lucy kept her voice steady as she spoke up. “You wouldn’t dare. That would incriminate you too.”

Elana laughed, a cold, harsh sound. “Oh, darling, you have no idea what I’m capable of. The sisters, fueled by rage, began to surround Elana. She laughed nervously this time, her confidence wavering as she realized the seriousness of their expressions. “Now, now, girls, don’t be hasty. You aren’t thinking this through” she said, her voice no longer as confident.

Linda stepped forward, her eyes burning with a fierce determination. “You think you can control us, use us for your amusement?” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “You think you can blackmail us with a video?”

Desiree and Linda flanked Lucy, their stances mirroring hers. Valerie, though her legs were wobbly, stood behind them, her eyes filling with a newfound resolve. “You’re going to release that video, Elana,” she said, her voice steady. “But not to blackmail us. You’re going to release it to the authorities to expose yourself.”

Elana’s took a step back, fear creeping into her chest. She clutched the remote control tighter, as if it could protect her. “You’re bluffing,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.

Lucy shook her head. “We’re not. We’re going to take that remote, Elana. And if you don’t give it to us willingly, we’ll take it. Elana was tall and strong. Little Lucy had no chance against her. But Desiree and Linda were no weaklings. Desiree was a surfer and played several sports. Linda was rarely inside. She lived in a commune that grew its own food and built it’s own houses. Labor had made her tough. Elana was strong from weight lifting and excercise, but she was no fighter. She guaged that she was outmatched against the four of them. Elana, seeing no way out, tried to dart past them, but the sisters were quick. Lucy grabbed her by the arm. This slowed her down long enough for Desiree to twist it behind her back. Linda wrapped her arms around Elana’s legs and lifted her off the ground. Elana screamed, struggling against their grip, but it was no use. They carried her, kicking and screaming, to the chair where she had humiliated them.

“Let’s show HER what it feels like.” Lucy said, pushing Elana onto the chair. They secured Elana’s hands behind the chair’s back and bound her legs to the chair’s legs. Then they surrounded Elana, their hands exploring all over Elana’s body in mockery. Elana squirmed, trying to get away, but the knots held her.

Desiree would never thought of hurting anyone before, but her new experience had transformed her personality somewhat. She found that she had no qualms about doing anything to her captor. So, she straddled Elana with her rejuvenated erection pressing against Elana’s face. “You like to watch, don’t you, Elana?” she taunted, grinding against her. Elana turned her head away, but Linda grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. “Look at her, Elana,” she commanded. “Look at what you’ve made us into.”

Valerie, filled with a cold determination, positioned herself between Elana’s legs. She looked up at her sisters, a silent question in her eyes. They nodded, their expressions mirroring her own. This was their chance to make Elana understand the humiliation they had felt. Valerie began to stroke Elana’s pussy through the thin silk shorts. The shorts were tight around Elana’s ass, but the leg holes were large, allowing Valerie to put her hand into the hole slip her fingers inside Elana’s body. Elana gasped, but she couldn’t escape from Valerie’s fingers as they lubricated themselves with Elana’s secretions.