Viewers were soon demanding the promised proof she was a true redhead. Martin promptly obliged. It was a little trickier for him to get her bottoms off without obstructing the views for too long a time, but within moments she was completely nude. I took a peek at the current viewership numbers and grinned. Over four hundred people were tuned in and the numbers were rising. Martin unhesitatingly, spread Dolly's legs open. He moved her ankles up nearer to her ass and let her knees fall naturally apart. The position partially parted her cunt lips and her little man in the boat peeked out at us. The sight of my sister's goodies exposed, coupled with the knowledge that a lot of strangers were looking at her and lusting after her swelled my chest with a pride I'd never experienced before.
Martin had brought along a few props for the show which he began to use in conjunction with his own fingers. He held up nipple clamps questioningly and got a majority nod of yes from the viewership. None of his props were vetoed. Before long her nipples were clamped, she wore a ball gag, her cunt lips were more widely spread open and secured with clamps, there was an anal plug in her asshole and Martin was actively fucking her cunthole with a variety of things which included his fingers, a dildo, a light bulb, an empty beer bottle, and a hairbrush handle. Finally what we had hoped for happened; the viewers started to demand that Martin fuck all of her holes with his cock. He left the light bulb and ass plug in her but removed her ball gag. He turned her head toward his crotch, pulled out his hard dick and rubbed the head all over her face before slipping it between her still parted lips. He squeezed her cheeks together with one hand and began skull fucking her.
The chat-room was going wild. Martin was breathing rapidly by the time he stopped to move on to fuck her pussy. He repositioned her ankles over her shoulders and secured them to her headboard with nylon stockings. He removed the cunt lip clamps and the light bulb, gesturing to the viewers that her lips were not immediately returning to the closed position while he also showed off the glistening pussy juice all over the light bulb.
I adjusted the video camera angle to catch the action of his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. My eyes widened when I saw blood on the base of Martin's dick. Martin stilled when he noticed it and looked at me. I had been spying on her monthly record-keeping of her period, so I knew for certain she wasn't on the rag and Martin really wasn't so well-endowed as to make her bleed. None of the objects he'd just used had a surface that could scratch her on the inside so we both realized at the same time that Martin had probably just popped her cherry.
The viewers apparently suspected the same thing. I carefully typed confirmation that the blood was indeed cherry juice. If the chat-room had been wild before it got really wild just then.
Martin got really excited by the knowledge she'd been a virgin and resumed jack-hammering her. It was a really exciting scene to take in. Every thrust made her tits jiggle.
After a few minutes, Martin slowed down and pulled out though he still hadn't cum. He removed her ass plug and loaded up both her asshole and his own cock with lube. Her asshole was still gaping slightly from the plug which made penetration easier for Martin. He didn't pump but a half-dozen times before he groaned in ecstasy and his hips jerked forward as his load of cum shot deep inside her rear fuckhole. He quickly pulled out so the viewers could see his cum continue to spew out his cock head and onto her cunt, her stomach and her tits. The viewers were loving it.
For the grand finale, Martin inserted his dirty dick back into Dolly's mouth, several times until with her reflexive involuntary swallowing she had cleaned off every last trace of cum, cherry blood and ass juice from his gradually softening dink. He then made a point of scooping some of his cum shot leaking from her gaping asshole, with two fingers and smearing her face especially her lips with it. Martin put a loose blindfold on Dolly, loosely secured her wrists to the headboard and loosened but didn't remove her ankle bindings. It was imperative that she awaken alone and be able to wriggle free without calling for help. I took another last capture of her with the digital camera. I stopped the video camera recording and ended the web-cam view.
The chat-room erupted in a mixture of protests for the show ending and gratitude for the show having been shared at all. I typed out return gratitude for their viewership and offered to upload for right click saving, the final still I'd just taken of Dolly naked, exposed, bound, gagged, freshly fucked in all three holes, and covered in cum. A large number of viewers patiently waited while I did that. Most of those exited as soon as I'd done so but a few even stayed long enough to profusely thank me once they had the still image on their own PC's.
Martin took off his mask and gloves and changed back into his other clothes again. As soon as I'd finished uploading the rest of the digital stills to a remote site that we'd set up in advance, I shutdown the laptop. We looked at each other, let out a victory yell and high-fived before finishing setting the scene we wanted her to find herself in, when she awoke. Pops had provided us with a generic typed note that read,
"Thanks for the graphic pics and videos of our intense fucking, dirty Dolly. I won't tell your Pops if you won't. ;) I'll be in touch. Sssssshhhh! Press play to view your copy of us fucking. I'll show you the pics later but only if you're very obedient. Wonder what your Pops would think if he ever saw them? Be obedient and he won't. Nefarious regards from your new boss - DDB! P.S. Keep an eye out in your in-box and spam folders for for an e-mail with attachments from an address beginning with "dirtydollysboss" and confirm receipt - or don't and hope like hell your Pops' e-mail account has excellent spam filters in place and that he doesn't check that folder."
I would have loved if the note had mentioned her virginity but we hadn't known about that when the note was typed out. I smiled to myself; there'd be other opportunities to rub that in her face.
The thought of rubbing something in her face gave me another idea. I dug through her purse and applied lip gloss to her cum covered lips, delighting in the knowledge there'd also be cum transfer back into the vial. I then squeezed her cheeks until her lips puckered almost like an opened mouth kiss, and pressed the kiss to the note itself.
Martin and I left her tied to the bed, naked and blindfolded, surrounded by all the props Martin had used on her and the copy of the tape in her vcr with the note propped against it. She would definitely notice it right away, the moment she got the blindfold off.
Now we just had to sit back and wait to see if I knew my sister as well as I thought I did. I was optimistic that I knew her better than she knew herself.
For a week we three took turns sending Dolly pics from that night from the e-mail address referenced in the note. Whenever she was out of earshot, Pops and I laughed about her jumpiness lately knowing full well the reason for it. The video had been multiply copied and distributed anonymously to my and my Pops' friends and colleagues. So far nobody was blabbing.
The site we set up contained her phone numbers and known e-mail addresses as if she had set the site up herself. The site was getting a lot of unique hits daily. Dolly's cell phone and private line rang constantly and sometimes her face would either redden or blanch as soon as she answered.
Pops feigned concern but Dolly always covered with a lame excuse and a phony little laugh. We knew she'd been to the site and was frantically scrambling, trying to figure out who had done all of this to her and how she could get the site removed without Pops or for that matter, anyone else finding out either. We heard through the grapevine that several guys had approached Dolly seeking confirmation that it was her in the chat that night as evidenced by the pics on the new website. She denied it of course, vehemently, but none of them believed her.
On the tenth day after her initiation as my whore, I sent her instructions from the e-mail we'd been using to communicate with her, that she was to meet a john and service him or suffer the consequences. Unbeknownst to Dolly the john was an old colleague of our Pops'. He gleefully reported back to us that she had obeyed to the letter. He gave us the name of a good friend of his to set her up with next, who'd be amenable to being videotaped and posted to the internet. Dolly delivered an outstanding performance.
Mere days after the new video had been successfully uploaded, I confronted her, pretending to have stumbled upon it while surfing. She tried to explain but by the end of it, I told her she was obviously a whore by choice and that if she wanted my silence, as well as that of this alleged mystery boss of hers, that it would cost her. She spat at me and tried to attack me but Pops interrupted. I threatened to spill the beans about why we were fighting but she stopped me and covered again. I agreed to her version of things in front of her but told Pops every detail later. We had a good chuckle over it.
As soon as Pops had left Dolly and I alone again, she wanted to know my terms for my continued silence. She freaked out when I told her I wanted all my friends to gang bang her while I watched/recorded it and that they were to have repeat access anytime anywhere. She told me to go fuck myself and I threatened her with showing Pops the video I'd discovered on the net.
We video taped her gang-bang party with my friends later that week, with her knowledge - complete with smiles into the camera and touching herself on request. We got rid of all evidence of our involvement in the drugged rape, including taking down the website and putting up a new one with the apparently consensual acts content. When we were sure there was nothing left tying us directly to her rape and blackmail, we cornered her at a party and forced her to watch her newest tape with us (which not everybody there had yet seen or even knew about). Her humiliation was complete and she was mine to control.
