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.