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.