Disclaimer: rape is a serious crime and should never happen to anyone in real life. Also, I submitted a lot of my ideas to a chatbot for this story to help feed me more material for it and I think the results are quite interesting (the actual writing is still basically mine).

Ella Brooks hit the submit button with a rush of pride and exhilaration. It was nearly 5:30pm and she'd spend more than enough of her after school time on such a dull assignment particularly given it was a Friday. Closing her laptop, she didn't bother to shut it down before shoving it in her bag and heading for the school library exit. Having just turned 18 a month ago, her shoulder length blonde hair made a fitting crown for her large hazel eyes. She was 5'6 with a slim but shapely hourglass figure which her posh private school uniform did nothing to conceal. She was well aware of her good looks and it wasn't as if her male peers would've ever allowed her to forget anyway.

Talking of which, the end of her senior year couldn't come soon enough given that two weeks ago she'd had a nasty breakup with her boyfriend of two years, Josh Felder. Josh was the high school quarterback and on the surface seemed to be everything Ella wanted in a man. The relationship had been really joyful and Ella even wondered if she would marry her high school sweetheart. That was until she began to get word from her best friend about his infidelities. He hadn't taken her decision to end the relationship well at all and had started spreading petty false rumours about how Ella was being manipulated and lied to by girls in her close friend group. As disappointing as this was, it confirmed to Ella that she'd done the right thing,

All this negativity was currently far from Ella's mind as she knew she had a fun Friday night to look forward to. She'd planned a movie night with her best friend Priya Patel at Priya's place. Priya and her mother had only recently returned to the US after spending time with extended family back in India for a year. Ella had yet to spend time with her at her new place but knew it was big and upmarket. Priya had never liked Josh (or any of Ella's boyfriends for that matter) and it'd been her who had informed Ella of his disloyalty. About 8 months older than Ella, Priya always seemed to be a couple of years ahead of her actual age both in mental maturity and physical development. She was the more dominant one in the friendship but always in a benevolent, almost big-sisterly way and Ella found it so comforting to have another girl she could trust like this. They'd been best friends like this since around 8 years old and Ella was more than a little embarrassed to admit she'd experienced a fair share of separation anxiety during Priya's year out of the country.

Ella made her way to the bus stop and didn't have to wait for very long before it arrived. She felt slightly nauseated and anxious at the way the overweight, balding bus driver (who looked to be in his 50s) practically molested her with his eyes but she was determined not to let it spoil her good mood. Ella wasn't a misandrist like quite a few Gen Z girls but sometimes it still irked her how disgusting men could be. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if they actually were half as subtle with their ogling as they seemed to believe they were. She sent Priya a text to let her know she'd probably be about 10 minutes late, to which her friend immediately replied to say it was no problem.

It was 6:30 by the time Ella arrived at her stop, fortunately she didn't have to walk very far. "Wow, this is a posh street..." she thought to herself, taking in all these large, modern looking two story houses, most of which had double garages and quite extensive gardens. At last she arrived at Priya's new house. "Whoa, this is bordering on a mansion..." she thought to herself as she noted the sleek modern design, smart house features and multiple stories. The place couldn't have been built more than a year or two ago. She noted that there were about 5 cars parked, some in the driveway and some on the road. Was Mrs Patel having some kind of get together?

Ella wasn't exactly from a working class background herself but it was still nothing like this. She knew that neither Priya nor Mrs Patel had anything to do with Priya's father these days but that Mrs Patel was apparently involved with quite an extensive shipping company and quite high up in the ranks. Priya had told Ella that for security reasons it was company policy not to share much about what went on and Ella had never had any reason to question that.

Noting the surveillance camera peering down at her, Ella rang the door bell. About 30 seconds later, it opened. "Oh hey you!" Priya grinned widely and ecstatically through her black lipstick before grabbing Ella and planting a kiss on her cheek like she always did. When she wasn't having to wear the same uniform as Ella, the athletic looking dark skinned girl liked her Gothic aesthetic and Ella wasn't surprised to see her all in black with her choker chain, exposed midriff, fishnets and knee high boots. Despite both girls being good looking they'd still always looked like night and day together.

"Mom hasn't seen you in so long, she can't wait! She's having some friends over who've heard about you too!" Priya gushed. Putting her arm around Ella's hip like she always loved to, Priya guided her into the dining room where Ella immediately noticed a familiar looking tubby but busty Indian woman in her late 40s wearing an expensive looking tight pink dress that suited her tallness and with black hair past her shoulders. "Hey Mrs Patel!" Ella exclaimed excitedly. "Ella! Look how beautiful you've grown in just a year" The woman grinned as she embraced the white girl, her hook nose bouncing against Ella's cheek slightly as she gifted it an affectionate peck. Mrs Patel noticed Ella becoming aware of the five other women in the room "I've just been telling the others about you and how close you and Priya are!"

A slight sense of unexplainable unease hit Ella as she felt every pair of brown eyes in the room focus on her. The other women - all Indian - smiled at her warmly but Ella couldn't escape the feeling they were looking her up and down and seemed oddly subdued in their collective greeting. The five women varied in age with the youngest - a little bit of an Indian Kim Kardashian lookalike - appeared to be around 28. She was very well dressed in designer clothes. She kept giving Ella side-eye in a way that the younger girl couldn't quite make sense of.

The oldest one was an obese woman with curly dark hair past her shoulders who looked to be in her early 40s and was currently cooking something for the others. She gave Ella a quick warm nod but nothing more. These women all dressed like wealthy socialite types except for one of them who appeared to be in her early 30s and had a goth aesthetic quite similar to Priya's but with a fringe cut to her hair that went well with her styled. The low cut of her black dress certainly did nothing to hide the spherelike firmness of her large breasts. Her thick, Egyptian style eyeliner accented her eyes as she surveyed Ella quietly but intensely. The other two women both looked late 30s with one being quite over weight with medium length hair and the other one with longer hair and quite a muscular if wiry frame on her.

Ella attempted to dismiss the feeling of discomfort crawling up her spine as silly and out of place but something about the odd nature of the intermittent snippets of Hindi being emitted by the women as they kept glancing at her caused a pit to form in her stomach. This was only made worse when the youngest woman with the Kim Kardashian like body was unable to supress a quick giggle. Mrs Patel looked at them with a glare that could kill and whatever she said in Hindi, it quickly silenced them all.

"Hey hun, enough hanging around, why don't we go and get started with movie night?" Priya asked with a possible hint of awkwardness in her tone. "Uh sure, I've been waiting for this all week!" Ella said, a little bit of excitement making its way back into her voice both at the prospect of movie night and at having an excuse to put an end to the eyes of the other women crawling up and down her body. "You girls have a fun night!" Mrs Patel exclaimed caringly as the two of them moved towards the stairs.

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Several hours passed as Ella and Priya lay on the double bed together watching rom coms and chatting. Ella had removed her School blazer and was relaxing in her white buttoned school shirt and skirt. She had forgotten all about the strangeness of the encounter with Mrs Patel's friends downstairs and found herself really appreciating life for giving her a best friend she could spend this sort of quality time with. Ella needed to get some stuff off her chest about the breakup with Josh and Priya was proving to be such a understanding listener. "I still can't believe it sometimes. I really did think he was different...I'm so stupid..." Ella reflected sadly. "Hey, hey babe, I don't wanna hear any of that talk yeah?" Priya put her arm around Ella comfortingly. "Look you have to realize that men just aren't worth it and will always be a disappointment."

"I-I just really don't wanna live life thinking that way..." Ella mumbled, finding it hard to justify herself. "You know it's the truth though...I knew Josh was bad news from the start and if I'd been here when he first got with you I would've protected you from him hun" Priya insisted. "Hey look, have you ever thought about batting for the other team?" "What?" Ella replied in a suitably startled tone. "N-no, no I haven't...I...I just don't...*sigh* that just isn't for me is all I'm saying." Priya shrugged "Well, you'd never truly know till you tried." "Then I guess I'll never know." Ella said, bluntly dismissing the whole notion.

At that moment there was a loud knock at the bedroom door. Before Ella could say anything, Priya jumped up and opened it and Ella was slightly shocked to see Mrs Patel and her friends stream into the room. The really obese woman in the friend group was holding a 3/4 full bottle of Jack Daniels and the Goth one had a tray full of shot glasses. Although large for a bedroom, Priya's room was still much more compact than the living room and Ella could immediately smell the whisky on all the women's breath though they only seemed mildly intoxicated to her.

"Ella, we're sorry dear. Didn't mean to startle you but I just wanted to spend a bit more time catching up with you and letting you get to know my friends a bit better before the evening was over!" Mrs Patel explained, kindly touching Ella's shoulder. "Oh, no don't worry at all, I'm flattered!" Ella exclaimed and truthfully - despite the awkward encounter with Mrs Patel's friends earlier - Ella actually was quite flattered that such a successful woman seemed to hold her in such high regard and see her as such a suitable best friend for her daughter.

"Marvellous! Fariha could you pour us all shot of whiskey?" Mrs Patel asked the curly haired obese woman politely who need no further encouragement to set about doing so with a big smile on her face. The coffee table in Priya's room was just large enough for all seven of the women in the room to sit around it and in no time at all every one of them had a shot in their hand. "This is a toast to the ongoing friendship between Priya and Ella. Long may it blossom!" Mrs Patel announced warmly.

Ella was a little surprised that Mrs Patel and her friends would want to share whiskey shots with her daughter and 18 year old friend but in a way it actually made her feel more like they saw her as the adult she knew she was and that made her feel grateful. She downed the shot with the others, giving a slightly amused gasp at the sharp kick of it. Priya also coughed slightly but Mrs Patel and the other women didn't seem to show any reaction. Apparently these women were accustomed to handling their whisky.

The group conversation seemed to be flowing well. About half an hour passed and Ella was enjoying getting to know these women. "So Ella? What are you planning to do with yourself after high school?" The Goth looking woman who Ella had learnt was named Ritika inquired, beaming at Ella with those big brown eyes and black lipstick covered smile. "She's quite beautiful in an alternative kinda way I guess" Ella thought to herself. "Oh I'm definitely looking at studying Law. I'm going really well with my grades and I wanna seize the chance to study somewhere really prestigious."

"Law?" Spluttered Priti (the late 20s Indian Kim Kardashian lookalike). "Such a waste for such a beautiful young girl! Have you thought about modelling on Instagram? Your school uniform would be great for it!" "I uh-..." Ella mumbled, taken aback and maybe a little disappointed and hurt by the suggestion. "I love seeing beautiful white girls with their OnlyFans pages" Fariha (the obese woman who looked to be in her early 40s) quipped in her Indian accent quite unlike Ritika and Priti's American ones.

All the Indian women in the room laughed at Fariha's comment except for Priya and Ella felt especially stung at the giggle that escaped Mrs Patel's mouth. She felt that feeling of unease from earlier in the evening making another pit in her stomach only it was much stronger now. She didn't have much of a tolerance for alcohol so she was starting to feel the effects of just that one shot on her mind and body as well.

"Have another shot Ella..." Mrs Patel smiled at her fondly. "Oh, uh-ah thank you Mrs Patel but I think one was enough..." "Oh nonsense, I insist! I know you study so hard and you deserve to treat yourself once and a while!" Even though it made Ella uncomfortable that she was being pushed to consume alcohol - by the mother of a friend no less - and that no one else was being asked to take a second shot she still didn't want to seem ungrateful for the hospitality she was being shown. Fariha poured her a second shot and she decided to get it over with as quickly as possible.

Downing it back fast, she immediately knew she should've just said no. The kick hit her harder this time and she could tell that very shortly she'd be at a level of drunkenness well past her comfort zone for an evening like this. To make matters worse, as she was struggling to put up a sober front,  the women were all staring again the same way they'd done earlier in the evening but more intensely and not even trying to hide it. What really made Ella feel nauseated was that Mrs Patel was joining them this time.

Ella shot a glance at Priya, hoping to signal for some kind of support from her trusted best friend but she seemed to be deliberately avoiding her gaze and Ella tried to tell herself that it wasn't guilt she could see in that face.

"So Ella?" Mrs Patel drawled. "Priya tells me you had a bit of a rough breakup recently. Men can be such pigs...I hope the experience hasn't soured you on dating and sex in general? It'd be such a shame, knowing the wonderful things you white girls can do in bed..."

"Wha-what...?" Ella stammered back, beginning to feel frozen in terror and just utterly confused. She just wanted this whole thing to be a bad dream. None of it made sense. What was happening?

In an instance everything changed. Fariha stood up, grinning at Ella like she was an ice cold drink on a hot desert day and grabbed the terrified girl's chin, quickly caressing her cheeks with her crawling fat fingers. Ella whimpered in terror and embarrassment, pulled back from the huge woman more than double her age and shakily stood up. Before she could move any further, she felt Priya's dark, elegant hand wrap around her mouth, softly but somehow unbreakably firmly at the same time.

She felt her friend pressed up against the back of her with her other free arm constricting her waist. Absolutely distraught, tears streamed down the beautiful blonde girl's face and she tried to scream but nothing would come out. "Shh, shh babe...I know this is scary for you but I'm going to be with you every step of the way. It'll be you and me together while Mom and the others get to know you better. They really care about you more than you can imagine, you just need to trust them and do everything they say okay?" Priya tried desperately to pacify the hysterical girl. Ella could hear what sounded like some genuine guilt in her voice but she could also hear the resolute determination in it and that terrified her. She knew she needed to put her safety and survival first and so she moved her head in a compliant nodding fashion at least as much as the hand dominating her face would allow her to.

"Ella darling, please don't be afraid at all. This'll be such a special night I promise. You'll finally be touched and experienced and explored in the way you need to be and is your birth right. Right now you need to come downstairs with us  so we can finally show and express to you what a beautiful woman you've grown into..." Mrs Patel stared at Ella with that maternal stare that used to make her feel so warm and now made her skin crawl.

Ella was unable to supress a muffled sob at hearing these horrifying words but she was too terrified to even think about non-compliance. Before she knew it, Priti and Ritika had grabbed her arms from either side. Combined with Priya's iron grip from behind her, Ella had no way whatsoever of resisting them walking her down the stairs.

When the whole group reached the first floor of the house again, Ella was escorted down the hallway to a doorway she hadn't seen before. Mrs Patel opened it and Ella felt herself scream several muffled screams ending in her hyperventilating as she realized they were taking her down to the basement. "Shh, shh, shh don't cry hun! You're not going to get hurt I promise, down here's just the best place for you to be with us..." Priya whispered in a caring, comforting voice.

The march down the basement stairs felt like it took an eternity. When they almost had Ella at the bottom, the wiry long haired woman whose name Ella didn't know shut the door to the house and locked it. Ella felt the dark hands holding her in place finally withdraw from her, allowing her to walk the rest of the way down herself which she did without putting up a fight. Finally at the bottom, one of the woman flicked a switch and a red florescent light came on that gave the whole basement an even seedier feel. It was then that Ella saw a sight that finally caused her to completely breakdown, collapsing in broken hysterics, screaming and crying "NO, NO, NO" and begging through broken sobs "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!" all - of course - to completely deaf ears. In the middle of the basement was a large king-size mattress with chains next to it that connected to a steel post impaled into the concrete floor behind it. There was also a digital recording camera resting on a tripod aimed right at the mattress, ready for filming whatever Ella's captors had planned for her there.

The hurt from the depth of the betrayal that was being inflicted on her was finally dawning on Ella alongside the sheer terror at the hopelessness of her predicament and of what was to come. How could a group of women - any women - do this to a terrified teenage girl? And to think that she'd thought of Priya as her sister and Mrs Patel as like an aunt. It'd all been a lie and now nothing made any sense. A few hours ago she was so grateful for the life she'd been given and what was ahead of her. Now she wondered if she'd commit suicide out of shame even if she did survive these women.

Ella's captors remained silent as they allowed her to completely collapse to the ground in her suffering. Priya felt some real guilt and anguish, Mrs Patel perhaps felt a sting of remorse but still believed she was doing the right thing for this pretty young white girl that she cared about in the long run. Most of the other woman simply enjoyed the way Ella looked sobbing and helpless in that tantalizing school uniform. They wouldn't have to wait long to see what she was like underneath it.

Ella's captors allowed her to grieve the loss of her agency for about two minutes before Mrs Patel, now sitting on the mattress, gave the nod to Priti and Ritika. Ella found them on either side of her again with Ritika running her hand slowly through Ella's blonde hair before both women lifted her by her arms and begin to walk her over to Mrs Patel. "n-No, no, noooo" Ella moaned through sobs but was far too terrified to put up any physical resistance. "Don't cry my flower." Mrs Patel cooed. "You're going to come sit in my lap so that we can start things off the right way and give you plenty of time to warm up..." 

Ella shuddered and just tried to pretend none of this was happening. Mrs Patel effortlessly took control of the girl from Priti and Ritika's arms. Ella had always been aware that Mrs Patel was quite a tall woman but it never occurred to her just how strong and imposing she really was. Now it horrified her. She felt like a helpless child in her abuser's lap and her only way to try and hold some semblance of dignity was to refuse to look her in her face. "Just relax my dear, I'm going to be so gentle with you right now..." Mrs Patel placed her left hand on Ella's leg, above the knee but below the thigh, lifting her school skirt back and making a spider-like crawling motion with her fingers along the smooth bare flesh. Her right hand played with her blonde hair, occasionally sliding down to tease her cheek. There had never been any doubt in her mind that experiencing Ella in this way would be incredible but the bounce of her hair, the softness of her white skin and taste of her fear as Mrs Patel felt the poor girl's frantic heartbeats pressing against her was beyond heavenly.

Mrs Patel began to slowly kiss Ella's neck all over, her lips sensually popping against her softness, quick and shallow kisses dragging that hooked nose against her as she did, savouring her hysterical breath and silent suffering. Ella sobbed again and shut her eyes to try and block out this excruciatingly humiliating experience, made so much worse by the realization that Priya had lifted the camera off the tripod and was now filming every second of it. Mrs Patel began to slow down the speed of her kisses, increasingly the depth and intensity of them. Unbeknownst to her trembling victim, she had done this to so many beautiful young white girls over the years but she already knew that Ella was something else. Her daughter certainly had premium taste in her friends.

Her deep breaths of exaltation releasing hot air onto Ella's neck in between the kisses, Mrs Patel's pulled her left hand further back under Ella's school skirt until it claimed the surface of her arse cheek perfectly. The girl gave a humiliated squeal as Mrs Patel slowly allowed her hand to tighten, though being careful not let her sharp, black painted nails break the skin this early in the evening. She could wait for Ella to experience the kneading of her breasts and butt as deeply as Mrs Patel desired but the forced foreplay of getting to that point was just as an important part of the experience. For now it sufficed her to slide her right hand down onto Ella's white school shirt, rubbing those precious mounds through them, their owner absolutely powerless to protect them.

"Ella. Please open your eyes and look at Mom face to face." Priya instructed in a soft tone. ""n-n-noooo" Ella sobbed, shaking her head with her eyes closed and still refusing to comply despite being fully aware of the futility of her resistance. She felt Mrs Patel wrap her hand softly but firmly around her jaw and turn her face towards her. "Ella. Eyes." Mrs Patel said firmly. It took all of Ella's willpower to force herself to comply, the sight of Mrs Patel's lustful smile and her brown eyes gazing longingly into her terrified hazel ones was every bit as traumatizing as she expected it to be.

The dark hand with black nailed painted fingers wrapped around her shuddering jaw crawled up the side of her head, enjoying that lovely softness of her locks and tilting her back slightly. With her eyes locked unblinkingly onto Ella's, Mrs Patel slowly leaned into her, her mouth halfway open in passionate anticipation. She made a sudden movement upwards, allowing her bottom lip to smack against Ella's top one, not stopping till it also brushed the tip of her nose before returning backwards as Mrs Patel finally forced their mouths to meet. Time seemed to stop for the older woman as she drew a deep breath, invading Ella with her tongue, loving the sensation of her lips dominating hers, the release of her hot air mingling with the coolness of the terrified teenager's mouth and the colonization of her victims saliva with her own.

Mrs Patel's euphoric bliss was Ella's agony. She wanted to scream and sob and vomit at the sensation of her abusers tongue slithering around inside of her, exploring where it wanted and deliberately pushing down against her own tongue, forcing it to the bottom of her mouth. She began to hyperventilate again which caused even more of her breath to intermingle with that of her abuser. Powerless to do anything to stop what was happening to her and too scared to even close her eyes again, her humiliation poured out of them in streams of tears. To make matters worse she knew that this had to only be the very beginning of what was in store for this evening no matter how hard she tried to block reality out.

While the other women were all making excited noises and giggling at what was happening, Priya had moved much closer to the two of them, leaning in close with the camera to make sure she didn't miss any details at all. Mrs Patel briefly pulled back from invading Ella's mouth breaking a small trail of saliva that connected them as she did. She was still gazing so intensely into her eyes and running her hands through her hair."p-please just s-stop filming Priya, p-pleaaaasse…" Ella managed to beg through heart rending sobs. Her pleas went ignored as Mrs Patel began round two, attempting to get her tongue deeper down Ella's throat than the first time round and Priya remained focused on her role.

After what felt like an hour to Ella but was probably merely 5-10 minutes, Mrs Patel pulled back again. Staring at Ella unblinkingly she issued a command "Get your school uniform off. Our naked bodies are going to press against each other..." Her abuser finally loosened her grip, allowing Ella to force herself to stand drunkenly (that second shot truly had been too much for her). Facing the whole group of woman she tried to back away from them, closing her eyes in silent despair as her back met the unyielding hardness of the basement wall.

"Ella. You need to do as Mom's telling you to do." Priya instructed her from behind the camera which was trained on Ella's whole frame. "Ooooh no, no, no please noooo…." Ella whimpered pathetically. Standing there barefoot in her white school top and skirt she knew there was absolutely no way out of this situation, especially with the basement door locked and so far away. She looked around, desperately seeking some potential avenue of escape. Her eyes fell on an open door on the other side of the basement she'd noticed before but her heart sank as she realized it led into a windowless bathroom ensuite and would provide no means of escape even if she somehow could've run across the room to it without getting caught.

Slowly she felt her shaking hands moving up to her chest, falling away once in an uncontrolled sob but eventually reaching their destination. She'd already left her top button undone as there had been little reason to do it up on a warm summers day. Her will to survive was forcing her to try and coordinate her fingers into unbuttoning the next one. She struggled with this for a moment and then felt a burst of soul crushing humiliation as she succeeded and saw the hungry eyes of her abusers all fall on the middle of her white bra as it became visible. Being coerced into revealing herself was absolute torture, especially knowing that every second of it would be preserved on film. She willed herself onto the next button, the pop of the unbuttoning coming much sooner this time and with that same burst of shame inside of her. She was onto third one now and the women were all starting to egg her on excitedly as more of her smooth, athletic naval was becoming visible.

Ella had no idea how she managed to force herself to do it but she managed to unpop the last button, causing each half of the white shirt to fall away to the side. Ella let out a quiet sob. "You need to get the shirt off completely Priya said. Too demoralized to argue, Ella simply did as she was told. The sexual appetite of her captors was rapidly rising, spurned on by revealing of so much of her beautiful white flesh and the sight of her shapely breasts, still protected by her white bra for the moment.

"You're being really brave Ella. Let's get you out of that skirt now." Ella knew that these words were coming but that didn't make it any less horrendous to hear Priya speak them. "P-please Priya, please...I...I..." Ella tried to grovel and failed. "Help her Ritika." Before Ella could do anything, the Gothic looking woman had pulled up alongside of her with a nurturing expression on her face. At around 5'9, this woman shot fear into her heart and she could do nothing as Ritika suddenly embraced her. "Hey, hey, it's all going to be fine..." She cooed in Ella's ear, cuddling her so softly and kissing her cheek. "You're so beautiful..." She whispered in Ella's ear again.

Ritika softly worked her hands down Ella's body, her fingers traversing her skin before reaching the button on her skirt which she undid effortlessly. Ella wanted to die as she felt the sensation of her skirt becoming loose around her waist and then sliding down her smooth waxed legs as Ritika pulled it downwards. Her captor gently lifted her ankles up one by one to get her completely out of it before giving Ella one last kiss on the cheek and returning to the group.

Fully aware of the enjoyment her captors were getting from seeing her stripped down to her underwear, Ella shut her eyes just to try and pretend this was a bad dream for one moment. "You know what you need to do next Ella and we need you to be strong enough to do it yourself..." Priya said, in that same instructing tone. "P-please P-P-Priya, please just let me go..." Ella said, knowing exactly what was coming. "Mr-Mrs Patel, p-please. My Mom and you've been friends for almost as long as Priya and I have. Please don't do this..." "That doesn't matter Ella." Mrs Patel said not unkindly but in a firm,  matter of fact tone. "I do and have always cared deeply for you. Before you were 18 there was never any question of me wanting to have your innocence disturbed in anyway. But you've matured into a beautiful young woman now and it's time for you to submit to us. Your white skin and beautiful hair and eyes have always rightfully marked you for our ownership and now it's time. We know what's best for you. You won't be going to college to study Law, in fact we'll be making all your life decisions for you and they will be the right ones."

Ella never knew her skin could crawl the way it did as she heard these words. All these years she'd loved and trusted this family and the whole time they'd seen her life as merely a preparation for something this heinous and disgusting, all because of her beauty and ethnicity? Hearing Mrs Patel's words made her feel so broken and worthless. She felt the urge to fight going out of her. "Please remove your bra Ella..." Priya stated flatly. With a completely resigned stare in her eyes, Ella reacted like a robot and simply reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, making no sound at all. The sudden sight of her large, white breasts with their gorgeous peach nipples caused all the jaws in the room to drop except for Priya who couldn't mask her guilt anymore but was careful to zoom the camera in on them regardless. Ella felt particular disgust towards Fariha as the obese woman slid her hands into her own pants, unable to restrain herself at such a sight.

After kneading her breasts with their eyes for a minute or so the women were ready for the next step. Ella was sickened to see that Mrs Patel had stripped down to her own underwear and was grinning insatiably, her enormous breasts and butt obvious for everyone to see alongside the fat rolls and cellulite on her dark skin. "Ella my beautiful one. It's time for us to truly see you. You know what you have to do..." Ella felt the last shred of self worth and dignity die inside of her. As she moved her hands to her hips to slide her white panties down, her stare and movements remained robotic on the outside. Only a single tear escaped, sliding down her right eye and there was no hesitation in her arms as they slid her underwear down, the eyes of the her captors growing frenzied as they gazed shamelessly at her most intimate region, loving it in all of it's recently waxed glory. Priya tried to block out her guilt by focusing on getting the camera angle as detailed as possible.

Ella tried to tell herself she'd given up and didn't care but the façade came crumbling down as she witnessed Mrs Patel strip herself naked as well. She had huge breasts with large brown nipples and her vagina looked as if she'd shaved about a week or two ago. Ella returned to the mattress and collapsed onto it sobbing with her head in her hands. The thought of the older woman's tubby brown body pressing into her, heaving her enormous, sweating breasts against hers was just too vile and awful. The prospect of the weight difference alone frightened her and she no idea how brutal Mrs Patel might be. She'd never even known a woman could sexually abuse another one before tonight and now it was about to happen to her - a terrified 18 year old - in the most humiliating environment possible and by people who she'd trusted.

Ritika and Prithi approached her on the mattress, apparently in a bid to comfort her. Ritika had found a comb and began tenderly brushing Ella's blonde locks, whispering in her ear about how well she was doing and how she'd always be taken care of for now on. Prithi ran her index finger along Ella's right leg in a circular motion, appreciating the smoothness and telling Ella how special she was before planting kisses on the same leg. Suddenly they began to gently push her down on the mattress, each woman moving their arms up to control one of Ella's wrists.

Pinned down, terrified and naked, Ella could see nude Mrs Patel standing on the mattress looking down on her. Nothing could stop what was about to come.

"Shh,shh, shh" Ritikia and Prithi calmly shushed Ella as she screamed hysterically, Mrs Patel's naked brown body approaching ever closer. "NO, NO. NOO, NOO-MMMM!" Her protests were muted as Prithi's well manicured hand clamped down over her mouth. Mrs Patel, right above her was smiling at her as she began her descent. "AHH!" the woman let out a gasp of excited euphoria as their bodies touched, her huge breasts squishing into Ella's shapely ones, the weight of her abuser winding Ella as she allowed her tubby rolls to sink into her, entangling their legs as Mrs Patel pointed her feet to hook Ella at her ankles, allowing her to spread those smooth, white legs outwards.

Her victim's muted screams and sobs become even more shrill and desperate as Mrs Patel placed Ella's breasts in the open grip of her hands and gradually began to constrict, not stopping until tears were rolling out of the poor girls eyes from the tightness. "A billion times better than the greatest pair of stress balls ever made!" she exclaimed ecstatically. She'd planned this and wanted it for so long and now that it was finally here it was somehow even better than she'd hyped it up to be. She kneaded Ella's breasts beginning with a slow tempo and a much more tender touch than when she'd first gripped. Ella sobbed slowly, revolted and ashamed at the swelling physical pleasure her abuser was managing to elicit from her against her will.

Sharp pain suddenly shot through her and she let out her most horrified muffled scream yet as out of nowhere Mrs Patel tightened as hard as she could, adopting a manically fast rhythm and allow her nails to dig into flesh this time, though positioning them in a way that wouldn't draw blood. Prithi released her hand from Ella's mouth at this point to give herself two handed control over her captive's wrist. "EEUURRGHHHH, AAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHAA PLEASE STOOOOOP, J-JUST STOOOOP!" Ella screamed out loud. She slumped her head back as Mrs Patel seemed to comply, returning to the slower, tender kneading motion.

This went on for about 30 seconds until she clamped back down hard again, causing Ella to resume screaming. The brutal and rapid assault on her breasts went on for another 10 seconds before going back to the softer version. Ella whimpered hysterically realizing her abuser had her locked into a sick game when she'd never know when the agony was coming. "Pl-please M-Mrs P-Patel...P-please j-just stop..." Ella tried to beg as the older woman played with her as if she was moulding playdoh. Mrs Patel responded to her pleading by resuming the torturous clamping, this time allowing Ella to suffer for about a minute before finally releasing her breasts from her grip.

With her wrists still firmly pinned, all Ella could do was look up at the ceiling and sob in shock at how something so awful could be unfolding. She shuddered as Mrs Patel's fingers slowly crawled down her, taking their sweet time to enjoy her exquisiteness. Ella began to scream in panic again as she realized they were approaching her vagina. "N-NO-HO-HO-NOOO, NOOO, NOO! PLEASE I DON'T-I DON'T WANT T-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Ignoring her pleas, Mrs Patel grabbed her clit and twisted it slightly before slowing down to a rubbing motion. "P-P-Priyaaaa please make them stop...You can't let them d-do this to me..." "Just let it happen Ella, it'll be so much easier on you..." Priya responded, deaf to her best friends pleading.

Ella gave another humiliated squeal as Mrs Patel inserted her index and middle fingers inside of her whilst keeping her thumb on her clit. The physical pain of being roughly violated in her most inner region was hell for Ella but it paled in comparison to the emotional pain being brought on by the humiliating unwanted pleasure her abuser was bringing about in her. Grinning at Ella the entire time, she began to increase the speed of the violation, her grin growing wider as she studied Ella's face. She leaned in, breathed on Ella's lips with her hot air and invaded her mouth again, all without ceasing or slowing down the speed at which she was violating her vagina.

Mrs Patel was in a state of sexual euphoria and every sob of despair or squeal of humiliation was spurring her on even further. "I've shown you such hospitality in my home Ella...I'd like you to demonstrate to me how much that must mean to you..." Mrs Patel slid up so that her knees were crushing into Ella's arms at her shoulder points. Ignoring her winces of pain from the pressure, Mrs Patel began to arch downwards in an inverted c shape, placing her hands down on the mattress for balance. Ella felt mortified as she realized what was coming. "You white girls learn to work that tongue for your lazy, arrogant men at such an early age...Now you're finally going to apply that skill where it really belongs instead of squandering it..."

Utterly brutalized, betrayed and embarrassed, Ella found herself feeling past the point of tears and screaming (at least for now). She stared at the horrendous sight of the fleshy purple opening that belonged her best friend's mother with it's mix of stubble and growing baby black hairs as it lowered it's way towards her mouth with unblinking resignation, reflecting the deadness she felt inside. She knew she wanted to vomit, to scream, to burst out of her own skin but the numbing despair wouldn't allow her to do any of that. "I'm worthless..." She thought. "A Law Student? Me? I'll never feel clean ever again..." Ella had never had a major problem with self esteem in her life which made the sudden onset of such brutal shame and self hatred all the more unbearable.

Ella felt a sweaty, chubby hand grip her blonde hair into a bunch as it lifted her head towards Mrs Patel's vagina. "Thank you Fariha, keep her steady for me." There was no escape from the awful purple opening as it's sickeningly wet, squishy texture connected with Ella's mouth. "Get that tongue to work, my little White Chocolate..." Mrs Patel cooed mockingly. Ella gave a small shake of her head in disgust, eyes still unblinking. She screamed in pain as a harsh yank of her hair from Fariha cruelly corrected her for her insolence. Slowly, trying not to vomit, Ella forced her lips part of the way open. Her tongue didn't want to obey her instruction but she somehow managed to override it.

The taste and sensation of her tongue against her abuser's opening was beyond awful. Mrs Patel yelled in rapture, clearly pleased with her performance as Ella simply forced herself to pretend none of this was happening and that nothing was real. "OOOOH! It seems your useless white boyfriends did provide you with at least one good skill after all..." Ella couldn't decide what was worse, the disgusting texture of Mrs Patel's juices as they flooded into her mouth or the jabs of mental anguish and humiliation that came with her mocking words. But what was worse than either of these two things without a doubt was that Ella knew Priya would be dutifully filming every microsecond of what was happening.

Ella finally couldn't suppress a gag and immediately saw red from the stinging pain of another one of Fariha's punishments. She quickly forced herself to swallow her disgust and resume, terrified of what the obese woman might do next. "Speed up now dear, you're making us all so proud of you..." Mrs Patel instructed. As she had done so many times tonight and would be forced to do so many times again, Ella simply complied. The tempo of Mrs Patel's shouts of satisfaction and delight increased in time with Ella forcing herself to tongue faster and deeper. This seemed to go for a torturous eternity, before Mrs Patel gave a much bolder, triumphant scream than all the others that had preceded it. Ella felt Fariha's sausage fingered grip finally retreat from her hair and realized that Mrs Patel must have orgasmed. Her abuser slide her knees back down so that their hips roughly aligned. With that horrid, maternal smile on her face, she teasingly grabbed Ella's chin affectionally, giving it a small shake. "Such a good girl...Let me show you how much I love good little white girls..."

She gripped Ella's right breast with her left hand and with her right hand effortlessly lifted Ella's left leg up. Gazing deep into Ella's eyes she positioned her hips and rammed into the helpless girl, shouting in pleasure as their clits collided. For many years, Mrs Patel had absolutely adored the experience of forcibly scissoring gorgeous young white women. She loved the way they were totally helpless, how the moment of impact with every thrust would so often coincide with a scream of terror or a sob of despair. Ella was back to sobbing now, hating the small explosions of pleasure that this horrible woman was able to skilfully induce in her with each collision. It even made her skin scrawl to experience the texture of the older woman's long dark hair draping against her left breast.

"She's somehow even more heavenly than I imagined now that I've finally put her in her rightful place..." Mrs Patel thought to herself, thrilled at her triumph and domination over such a beautiful but undeniably ethnically submissive creature. Pausing briefly from her thrusts, to enjoy her position and let Ella soak in her suffering, Mrs Patel placed both her hands around those gorgeous peach-nipple breasts again. "We're so close together now Ella..." She soothingly taunted. Ella bawled, the reality of Mrs Patel's words hitting her so hard. "No matter what you do, I'll always have known and enjoyed your body intimately. You've been claimed and you can never go back..." Mrs Patel resumed her thrusting, this time pulling her hips back further in order to pummel Ella extra hard with the full force of her weight, squeezing her breasts extra tight at the moment of impact. By now, both of them were sweating profusely and the intermingling of it provided Mrs Patel with the perfect lubrication she wanted.

Ella coughed a throat burning cough as she felt the older woman's renewed assault on her body wind her again. She started to panic, struggling to breath and thinking she was suffocating. Between the explosions of pain and unwanted pleasure of every thrust she finally managed to pull in some much needed air into her lungs. The rate of the thrusts increased rapidly and Mrs Patel's screams become shriller. "Oh no...Oh-no-no-no-no, please don't, please don't do this..." Ella thought as she fell into hysteria realizing that the explosions of pleasure were growing deeper and that Mrs Patel was about to succeed in bringing her to orgasm.

Indifferent to her pleas, she felt her body ignore her as a final uncontrollable explosion of pleasure rippled outwards, completely enveloping her. Mrs Patel let out a final shriek louder than any she'd given before as she delivered her deepest thrust into Ella. In horror and disgust, Ella realized they'd simultaneously orgasmed. Mrs Patel collapsed into her, both woman exhausted and dripping bodily fluids. The idea of Mrs Patel discovering what  she had achieved in Ella's body utterly mortified her and she was determined to hide it. She managed to supress any moans or whimpers but as Mrs Patel lifted her face up with that horrible grin, she immediately spotted the spasms and twitching. "Oh my special little one, can't even hide how much you enjoyed it...Now I've finally shown you what great sex actually is...And don't worry...You'll never be short of it again..." She laughed and licked Ella's tears, slowly dragging the sand paper texture of her tongue down her face.

Ella shut her eyes again, more tears streaming and just wanted to pretend she was dead. She felt Mrs Patel's hand back around her chin, her thumb pushed down softly on Ella's bottom lip, prying it open as she pushed her index and middle fingers into Ella's mouth, moving them back and forward like a cat playing with its trapped food. "Open your eyes and look at me." Her beautiful hazel eyes, now open at her captors command, simply tried to stare ahead into nothingness ."Oh Ella..." Mrs Patel stroked her blonde locks and continue to play with her mouth and chin. "I could love you like my own..." Ella couldn't even find it in herself to scream and Mrs Patel invaded her mouth with her tongue yet again.

"Come here..." Mrs Patel lifted Ella's head up and began to push it towards her enormous, brown sweating breasts with those huge nipples. Ella knew what she was being made to do and just wanted to get it over with. She put her lips around the mother of her best friend's left nipple and began to suck like a helpless infant, tears still streaming. She could see Priya zooming in with the camera, the stinging laughs of many of the other women were utterly humiliating. Ella knew she was their bitch and that she'd never get back the sense of self worth they'd plundered from her. She did notice that - like Priya - Ritika no longer seemed to be laughing.

Mrs Patel's fingers crawled up and down Ella's blonde locks as she pulled her tighter and tighter in their embrace, trying to get more and more of her huge, heaving brown breasts into that gorgeous little mouth. "That's it Ella, you're being such a good little girl for your brown Mommy. You were made to submit, give into it. Here, the other one is getting jealous..." Mrs Patel moved Ella's head to her right nipple and repeated the entire process.

At least more 15 minutes of this final humiliating act transpired before Ella felt Mrs Patel slowly loosen her grip, finally allowing Ella to collapse to the mattress. "There, there, there...Good white girls get a little rest even if it's not for too long..." Mrs Patel cooed before finally stepping back from Ella, her lust and desire to dominate satiated for now. Ella crawled into a fetal position, completely broken, ashamed, disgusted, humiliated and betrayed. She'd been so grateful towards life a couple of hours ago and now she hated it and hated herself. "Priya and Mrs Patel, like loving family? How could I have ever been so stupid?" She thought to herself bitterly and let out another sob.

Her ordeal was far from over. In fact it was just getting started...       
       

"Oh stop crying you ungrateful little colonizer..." Ella had been lying in that fetal position for several minutes now, continuing to bawl unabatedly and it was getting on Fariha's nerves. Fariha's callous demand went ignored as Ella couldn't stop even if she wanted to, the feminine curves of her white body quivering, entirely exposed to her conquerors in her nude shame. Ever since the women had revealed their true intentions to Ella back in Priya's room, the mask had slipped and Ella had suspected that the obvious hatred and contempt she felt from Fariha was racist in nature. She now had confirmation that this was the case. "JUST SHUP UP ALREADY YOU PRIVILEGED PALESKIN!" Fariha screamed, suddenly losing her temper completely. "Right..." she said - suddenly adopting a deadly quiet tone in that Indian accent - "that does it..."

She strode over to the table on the other side of the room and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that Ella had taken shots from earlier and began stomping menacingly back towards her, waving the bottle above her head in one hand. Uncontrollable terror shoot through Ella as she realized what Fariha had in mind. "NOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO, NOOOO, NOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed and screamed, wrangling in terror like she was having an epileptic fit as Ritika and the wiry woman grabbed her wrists and Priti and the other overweight woman grabbed an ankle each.

Mrs Patel ran up to Fariha to stop her in her tracks as did Priya who'd left the camera back on the tripod for the moment. Ella was hyperventilating too hard and strugglingly fruitlessly against the hands clamped firmly on her limbs to be able to overhear much of the conversation but she could tell from women's facial expressions that the argument unfolding was heated in nature. Priya in particular seemed to passionately pushing back at the obese woman but Fariha was having none of it. "We're here to teach her who she really is, not destroy her body..." Ella managed to catch Mrs Patel saying.

The thought of being brutalized like this, with possible permanent physical damage, was just too inconceivably awful. It was like something out of one of the horrific true crime stories Ella had occasionally stumbled upon on youtube but nothing she'd ever believed would actually ever happen to her in a million years. Finally the heated conversation between three women seemed to reach some kind of resolution but Ella had no idea what it actually was.

Grinning, Fariha walked closer towards her. She set the bottle down and to Ella's horror began to undress until her brown, obese fatroll-covered and already sweating naked frame was revealed. "P-Priya, h-help m-me please..." Ella croaked, her throat sore from all the screaming. "I-it's going to be okay Ella...We've got an agreement. She's not going to go hard on you with it, don't worry..." Priya said nothing more as she picked up the camera from the tripod and began to focus on getting the right angle of Ella's vagina. "We just need to break your spirit, Ella..." Mrs Patel said, in that familiar maternal tone.

"N-n-no, no, ah-ah-ah-h,h,h,h,h,h,n-n-n-no..." Ella collapsed back into quiet hysterics powerless to stop what was about to unfold but knowing it was going to happen. Fariha was leering at her with a horrid grin as she drew close with the bottle in hand. "Wait!" Ritika's voice punctured the air. "Let's numb her to it a bit first, make it easier on her." Fariha rolled her eyes contemptuously but handed Fariha the bottle. About a 1/4th of the whiskey remained inside her. Stroking her blonde locks with that graceful hand adorned with black nail polish, Ritika lent in and whispered in her captive's ear "Ella dear...Open your mouth and drink it all up. It'll help so much with the discomfort I promise..." She kissed Ella on the cheek and held the bottle to her lips.

Ella didn't want to drink but in a situation this horrendous she was desperate to do anything to numb the reality of it. As her lips parted, Ritika began to tenderly but firmly administer the burning liquid down her throat. The way Ritika looked at and held her as she made her gulp it all down was like a mother feeding her toddler milk out of a bottle. The whiskey burned like hell and under normal circumstances Ella couldn't have dreamed of getting this much of a spirit down in one goal but this situation was anything but normal. The bottle was close to empty when Ritika suddenly reached into her cleavage and pulled out some kind of pill/tablet.

"Just something extra to get you through..." she used her thumb and index finger to push through Ella's teeth and get the pill onto her tongue. Ritika finally emptied the last of the bottle's contents into Ella and gently checked her mouth to make sure she'd been a good girl and swallowed whatever that pill was before handing the bottle back to Fariha. "I'll be taking care of you every step of the way. Be brave now" Ritika whispered soothingly in Ella's ear again before firmly gripping the defeated naked girl's hand in her own.

As the wiry woman placed her hand over Ella's mouth, Ella could feel the hit from whatever Ritika had just given her and from all the whiskey setting in quick. Her limbs felt so heavy that they might as well be fused to the mattress. All she could do was lie back and try to block out what was coming, praying that it wouldn't go on too long. She let out a muffled frightened moan as she felt the cold hard glassiness of the bottle placed at the entry point of her vagina. She let out a similarly stifled scream and Ritika squeezed her hand harder as if to comfort her whilst Fariha slowly pushed forward and she felt the glass tube migrating inside of her, pushing against her fleshy walls.

Fariha was clearly too scared of Mrs Patel to renege on their arrangement and the slowness and precision with which she found herself raping this privileged, entitled colonizer girl who'd never earnt anything in her life was done so with the intent of humiliating her and causing deep discomfort (which judging from the paleskin brat's muffled screams and sobs it was most certainly doing) rather than mutilating or physically damaging her in any real way. Of course, Fariha hated colonizer girls enough for all their wrongs and general sense of entitlement that - were she allowed to have her own way -this bottle would be being rammed in and out without any pity or empathy right now but Mrs Patel had not allowed her this and she was happy to make the most of what she was allowed to do.

Although she wasn't experiencing the extreme pain or mutilation that she'd perhaps been expecting, the sheer level of discomfort and humiliation of being powerless to stop herself from being raped with an object was still hell on earth for Ella. With every exploratory twist or curious probe of the bottle, Fariha would be rewarded with another muffled gasp or sob from her victim. Then there was the constant sense of terror of never knowing whether Fariha was going to suddenly break the agreement and rip her insides apart with a brutal plunge or not. Over the tortuous 10 minutes or so that this brutal violation continued for, that fear was never realized but Fariha knew exactly what was on her victim's mind and she relished it, occasionally pretending to jerk hard with her hand as if preparing to thrust at full force and cackling with glee at the Ella's muffled screams as she did so.

Finally Fariha withdrew the empty bottle, letting it fall to the mattress. "Clear out, all of you."Fariha commanded. Ritika and the others withdrew, leaving Ella lying spread out, motionless and completely vulnerable to this obese woman's hatred. Whatever she'd been given was hitting her really hard now and she couldn't even move. Locking her cold, hateful brown eyes with Ella's resigned, staring Hazel ones, Fariha positioned herself on top of her victim, relaxing her body so that her full weight crushed Ella, causing her to cough for breath. She hated the smell of the obese woman - old enough to be her mother - and wanted to vomit again as she felt her oily sweat seeping into her naked white body, taking ownership of the pores of her inferior white skin as they did so.

Fariha's brown nipples met Ella's gorgeous peach ones as the older ones, brown, massive unshapely breasts pushed into Ella's perfectly shaped white spheres, dominating them. She gave Ella's clit a quick painful twist with her fingers and then got down to business. "EEEEEUGGGHHHH" Fariha grunted as she brutally rammed her clit against Ella's body for the first time. Inebriated and drugged, Ella could do nothing but take the abuse and let the tears flow. Fariha rammed her again and again, quickly combining a punishing depth of thrust with a rapid rhythm. Ella felt herself winded with every hit as Fariha growled ravenously in joy. Ella tried to look away up at the ceiling but was rewarded with a brutal stinging slap across her breasts from those sausage fingers. Fariha grabbed her chin and brought her face so close to the terrified girl that their noses were touching. "DON'T YOU DEAR LOOK AWAY FROM ME WHEN I'M GIVING YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE FOR YOUR DISGUSTING WHITENESS!" Fariha screamed, clamping both her hands down hard on Ella's breasts and thrusting as hard and quickly as she could. This pathetic little blonde creature was only good for one thing and Fariha was going to ensure she paid for the sins of her ancestors with it.

The pummelling was agonizing for Ella and yet she just lay there taking it. Not screaming or shouting, simply experiencing every hit in broken and numb resignation. There was nothing she could do anymore. What did any of it matter? Fariha seemed to be slowing down on her thrusts and breathing heavily, relaxing her painfully heavy weight into Ella again, forcing her ribcage to endure more than it was designed for. "Is she running out of energy? Am I just going to be stuck in this hell if she can't finish?" Ella wondered. Suddenly Fariha grinned and resumed her thrusting. Without missing a hit on Ella's body, the awful woman looked up at her co-captors and grinned "You all know just how long I can last for..." she boasted. After what felt like an eternity, Fariha rammed Ella's with her deepest and final thrust, yanking the girl's blonde locks as she orgasmed and screamed her dominance into Ella's face. Collapsing onto her in exhaustion, she placed one of her fat hands over Ella's vagina as if to remind her she possessed it.

Fariha sat up onto her knees and yanked Ella up by her goldlocks. "Repeat all of this after me...I'm a good for nothing privileged, colonizer floozy. A law student? How stupid of me, a little blonde airhead..." She taunted mercilessly. "I have all these delusions of privilege when I should be focused on doing whatever women of colour tell me I need to do to try and make up for what my ancestors have done...I'm going to do something nice for you right now" Resigned to her fate and broken, Ella began in her slurring, drugged tone: "I-imma goo-good for no...thing pri..privileged, c-colonizer flo-floooozy...J-just a blonde airhead, c-could never d-do law...I-I, I'm sorry f-for my an-cestors and I owe w-women of c-colour. I-I need to do something n-nice f-for you now..." Ella thought her self hatred couldn't get any worse but Fariha was a master of breaking white girls through embarrassment. She loved nothing more.

Yanking Ella's hair again, she pulled her lips towards those horrible, shapeless breasts. Ella tried to ignore the painful tightness of her abusers grip on her hair and put her lips around one of those horrid, sweating brown nipples. "You'd best do a better job than you're doing right now or next time I'll be using a heated up hair straightener instead of a bottle down there..." Fariha threatened. Her blood cold at the thought of something so savage and awful, Ella forced herself to ignore the horrible texture and began to suck deeper and harder, more and more of the woman's sweat mingling with her mouth. "That's a bit better, perhaps you can do at least one thing right after all…" Fariha and most of the other women laughed.

After an eternity, Fariha had finally had enough and shoved Ella hard onto the mattress where she collapsed in a drugged out, ruined heap. "I think you're the same age as my daughter..." she hit Ella with one last cruel taunt and elicited a  bellyaching laugh from Mrs Patel in the process. Every moment of Ella's humiliation at the hands of Fariha had been documented by Priya on the camera just the same as she had dutifully done while Mrs Patel raped her. Where was this footage going? Ella knew she'd definitely end her life if it ended up on the internet.

The ceiling was spinning as she lay there motionless and she finally passed out.