11 comments/ 173545 views/ 7 favorites Rachael's Humiliation By: beaked_orchid I never would have believed you if you had told me that I would watch my sister physically dominated and sexually humiliated twice in the same weekend. My sister Rachael and I were born only two hours apart. Despite our imperceptible age difference, she always treated me like that gap was ten years instead of two hours. I guess she had an overdeveloped sense of obligation to raise me since, as a girl, she was always a step ahead in maturity. That was the only complaint that I had about Rachael and other than that we were very close. Our father had left us soon after I was born and our mother had a weakness for alcohol that kept her away from home most of the time. In the absence of any real parents, Rachael had raised me. We were both eighteen years old and had just finished high school. Rachael would soon be off to a good college on a full scholarship, which she had to earn because there was no other way our family could afford an education. Through hard work and perseverance Rachael had managed to overcome the odds and give herself an opportunity to make something out of her life, and in a small Midwestern town that is as close to a hero as you can get. She seemed to have everything going for her and the whole of our small town loved her. She was good looking in a plain sort of way, with her soft white skin and smooth brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders, innocent brown eyes, and a perfect nose. Standing next to the popular girls in our school you might dismiss her as ordinary but you could never deny that the potential was there. At the ten-year class reunion she would be the raging hottie with the great career that all of the other girls were jealous of because they knew their husbands were secretly lusting after her. She wasn't too tall or too short and had a nice natural look without any real need to wear make-up or jewelry. She had a nice voluptuous body even though you would never know it to look at her because she was usually modestly dressed in somewhat loose clothing. If you looked hard, and most of my guy friends would, you could tell that underneath the clothes was a nice rack. This was a secret that she desperately tried to hide, especially after, unnoticed by herself, they had appeared when she returned to school following our summer break. After she dressed for gym, the tee shirt that had fit fine last year was now snug in the chest. This snugness gained her a lot of unwanted attention from some of the guys who had themselves undergone a change over the summer, but it was the jealousy from the other girls that really hurt. The fury from the girls was in part because of the unwanted attention that she drew from the boys, but mostly it was because she was a reminder. To the ones that had blossomed, she was a reminder that their blossoming hadn't gone as well for them as it had for her and that they would be left with a nagging sense of insecurity that they would follow them for a lifetime. For the girls that hadn't blossomed yet, she was a reminder of just that very fact and all the emotional insecurity that accompanies the uncertainty of knowing if they ever will develop. That was all in the past now but no one would ever know that for whatever pain they had felt from their insecurities, Rachael had suffered the same pain, many times over. Regardless, Rachael's breasts were natural and bouncy and although she was proud of them this experience had made her more than a little self-conscious, so she took measures to confine them under her clothing. There isn't much to do in our small town especially on the weekends; so most people go out to the bowling alley and just kind of hang out before all the late night parties begin. That's where the first of two of my sister's humiliations took place. La Tonya Washington was a domineering black girl who had recently come to our school from Chicago, where it had been rumored that she had been expelled for fighting. There seemed to be more and more colored kids attending school but they mostly stuck to their own kind and rarely interacted with the white kids. The degradation of my sister was really my fault. That Friday I accidentally spilled some of my soda on La Tonya's nice new jacket and she cursed and yelled at me, drawing everyone's attention. My overprotective big sister wasn't in the immediate area so when word got back to her the story had been blown up to "the new black girl was messing with her kid brother". My older sister's nurturing instinct went into overdrive and she over-reacted, rushing to my defense, screaming at the younger sophomore of the same age and calling her names that can never be repeated. Once the words were in the air there was no taking them back and the two verbally traded curses and racial jabs back and forth. I had never heard my sister talk like that before and the verbal argument escalated. Then followed the sexual humiliation of Rachael. I know that my sister has enough psychological baggage in her life to be able to talk tough, but I've never known her to be in any real fights before. The two opponents agreed to meet in the parking lot outside. Once outside they squared off, standing face to face. As with any Friday night fight a crowd started to gather, mostly blacks on one side and whites on the other. La Tonya swung her open palmed hand at Rachael's face and squarely connected the meaty portion of her hand to the fragile jaw line of my sister's face. La Tonya had landed what would be the first and only blow that she would need in this brutal fight. It was a solid hit that snapped my sister's head quickly to the side, spinning her body a full one-quarter of the way around. It wasn't intended to be a knock out blow and served only to soften Rachael up but judging from my sister's reaction it more than accomplished that mission. The strike had left Rachael dazed and completely unaware of her surroundings. Her mind was overwhelmed with trying to process all the incoming information from her senses. The pain of the strike, the noise of the crowd, and what she was doing in this circle of cheering people was too much for her brain, leaving her in a state of confusion. There was nothing that I could do but watch as La Tonya launched a devastating attack that would physically break down my sister. Sensing that her victim was stunned and could not react, La Tonya pounced. Reaching up she grabbed two fists full of my sisters brown hair from the back of her head. Rachael's eyes grew big with fear, she knew that another hit was coming but could do nothing to prevent it. Capitalizing on the temporary control she had over my sister, La Tonya began to swing her helpless white victim around in a large circle, building momentum in a clockwise direction, spinning Rachael out of control. La Tonya, treating my sister like a rag doll, swung her around by the hair. Once momentum was built up, La Tonya forced my sister's head down, knocking her slightly off balance and at the same time quickly reversing the direction of her swinging hands. It was a small, quick movement on the part of La Tonya and the devastating results came at the other end that was my sister. It reminded me of a whip where a small, quick flip of the wrist could result in a large powerful force at the tip. My sister was the tip of this human whip. Rachael's feet left the ground as she flipped completely over in midair and landed flat on her back with a loud thud sound. It was such a vicious blow that you could hear the air rush to escape my sister's lungs. Everyone's body responds differently to pain but my sister's body's response was to just shut down. The blacks cheered, and the whites in the crowd groaned as they witnessed their white queen all laid out with her black tormentor still clutching Rachael's brown hair. One look at my sister's face and I could tell that she was physically beaten. The white crowd wasn't too upset though because they sensed that La Tonya wasn't finished yet and the real show was about to begin. Rachael's body did not hold up well against the beating down. She was now barely conscious. When she did manage to move, it was under the power of La Tonya wrenching on her hair, compelling my sister's body to comply. It reminded me of watching our drunken mother after one of her three-day drinking binges powerlessly dragged upstairs and put to bed by two rough looking men who would emerge hours later from her room. La Tonya had made quick work of my sister and I thought that the fight was finished. I had watched my big sister get softened up, physically broken and tamed, but La Tonya had more in store as she began to position her kill. La Tonya reached down with both of her hands, getting an even more secure hold on the back of my sister's hair than she had before. From that position she was better able to control the movements of my sister's body the same way a puppeteer has control over his puppet. She was also using it inflict pain on Rachael whenever Rachael's white body failed to obey one of her commands. La Tonya heaved up on the hair, hoisting Rachael's torso slowly off the ground. Rachael shrieked in pain as both hands shot up reflexively grasping onto La Tonya's hands to relieve the pressure on her scalp, in a futile attempt to make the pain stop. Rachael was able to pull her knees up underneath her to support the weight of her own body when La Tonya pulled backwards on her hair forcing my sister onto her ass in an upright sitting position. Barely responsive, Rachael instinctively put both hands on the ground behind her to help prop herself up. My sister's body couldn't accomplish the simple task that her mind was telling it to do. Her body had been so wracked that her arms simply couldn't support the weight of her upper body, making her totally dependent on La Tonya's punishing hold for support. After La Tonya had positioned my sister the way she wanted her to be, she plopped down on the ground behind her, careful not to release her hold. Her grasp now served more to inflict pain and was less about positioning as La Tonya was in the dominant position and had complete command over Rachael. La Tonya next wrapped her strong, black legs around Rachael's upper arms, cinching them securely behind her victim's back. While maneuvering into place, La Tonya would release some of the tension on the hold that supported my sister's head while maintaining a tight grip. This would cause my sister's head to nod and her chin to droop down to her chest as if she had been knocked out. Her once beautiful brown hair that was so shiny and lustrous was now a tangled mess that hung down over her face, hiding it from view. When I could make eye contact, I noticed that her eyes were still open but the fire that was in them when this fight began was now gone. That is when I realized that La Tonya had not only dominated my sister physically but more importantly had broken her will to resist. But Rachael didn't like being a puppet, and futilely struggled to regain use of her own limbs. Every time she would resist, La Tonya would clamp down harder with her legs and yank my sister's brown hair, forcing my sister back where La Tonya wanted her to be. La Tonya released the grip that she had on my sister's hair, freeing up her hands for other things. If my sister were going to fight back, now would have been the perfect time to do so. Although she was battered and bruised, with her arms still cinched behind her back, if she resisted she might have been able to twist out of it. La Tonya, having released physical control over my sister, had given Rachael a small window of opportunity for escape and revenge. Just moments before, Rachael had shown that she had recovered enough physically to resist against her black tormentor. My sister would not capitalize on this opportunity, and La Tonya knew what she was doing. She had pushed Rachael past her breaking point. It was no longer about the physical struggle but about the will to resist. Rachael, having her had will crushed, had mentally conceded defeat and was a laying herself at the mercy of La Tonya and mercy did not appear to be one of La Tonya's strong points. The crowd understood what was going on and they loved it. They watched with lustful anticipation of seeing the prom queen go down, hoping to see her thoroughly defeated, whipped and beaten. From her position in the rear La Tonya reached over my sister's shoulder and grabbed a handful of shirt just below the navel and pulled the material up, stopping just below Rachael's bra. What little support there was for Rachael disappeared as the whole crowd turned against my sister once they got a good view of her now exposed white stomach. The crowd was in a frenzy and chants of "Finish her, finish her!" could be now be heard from everyone, regardless of their color. La Tonya continued to pull the material up over her wounded prey's shoulder, exposing my sister's lacy black bra to the crowd. The howls were now at a fever pitch. As a final act of humiliation, La Tonya reached over with her other free hand and unfastened the center clasp of the bra. The two cups from the bra fell away to either side, unleashing my sister's milky, white breasts for all to see. The crowd, especially the girls, erupted in deafening cheers at the revenge that they had waited years to see. Rachael's breasts, unleashed from the confines of the bra, were allowed to swell up and expand to their true size. They were magnificent, white, round orbs that were a little pink in some places caused by my sister's efforts to keep them under wraps by wearing tight bras. With her breasts enlarged, the material could no longer easily fit down back over them, holding the material securely in place above my sister's tits and freeing up La Tonya's hands to resume their hold on Rachael's hair. Just out of spite, every time Rachael's defeated body moved to reposition itself, La Tonya jerked back viciously, snapping Rachael's head back and causing her to wince and whimper in pain. It also kept my sister's head up and forced her to face the crowd and see them enjoying her degradation. La Tonya would repeatedly do this just so that the crowd could watch my sister's tits bounce and jiggle around, ensuring that everyone got a good view. As quickly as it had started, it was all over. Everyone had gotten a good view of my sister's goodies and La Tonya was done making her bitch squirm in pain. La Tonya got to her feet, letting my sister's humiliated white body fall to the ground, making her tits jiggle for the crowd one last time. La Tonya left without looking back as she went inside the bowling alley to celebrate her conquest over her newly crowned white bitch. Most of the crowd stayed with Rachael to revel in her humiliation and see if she could emotionally recover enough to make a go at a second round. It took my sister five minutes to recover enough to be able to cover herself back up and stumble to her feet, but one thing was for sure: she didn't want anymore of what La Tonya Washington was dishing out. Rachael's Humiliation Ch. 02 The night following my sister's humiliation, we decided that it would be best if we lay low at home. It would allow time for things to cool off and give her time to heal her wounds. Rachael's body was still sore from last night's thorough beating. When she did venture out from room, she stumbled downstairs with her head hung low as she hunched over, clutching her sore back. It was evident that she was not only physically hurting from last night's activities but also spiritually crushed. She was wearing a pair of tight gray sweatpants bottoms with "Tuskegee University" printed across the ass. I knew that she had been accepted by many of the top universities, but I had never heard her mention this particular one before. What I found even more disturbing was that she had on a tight white tank top without a bra, her breasts clearly stretching the limits of the fabric. All of Rachael's modesty was now gone; she no longer felt the need to hide her breasts after the whole town had witnessed her public exposure and humiliation. To someone who didn't know my sister, she looked the same today as she did yesterday, worse for wear. From what I saw, however, I could tell that Rachael had her innocence shattered. More noticeably, she looked sluttier. I didn't expect our mother to come home tonight. As usual, she had spent the night in the company of others and today, she would be nursing the inevitable hangover that followed yet another night of binge drinking. There was a knock at our door and I went to answer it. There on our porch stood La Tonya Washington, her older brother Jubree, and another black guy whom I recognized as her cousin. I was scared and didn't know what else to do except hold the door open like some sort of doorman. I didn't have enough courage to stop them, and as soon as they entered the house, they owned it. They casually made their way into our living room. "Where's your sister?" was all La Tonya said. "Upstairs in her room." I replied meekly. My sister must have heard what was going on because she was now out of her room and coming downstairs again to meet her betters. "Thomas, go outside and give us some time alone," she said, as she ambled from the living room to the kitchen to get herself more of the pain medication that made her feel good. She sounded neither frightened nor scared but resigned, almost as if she had been expecting our visitors to come and was prepared to accept whatever they had in store for her. As my sister disappeared into the kitchen, I started for the door when the cousin grabbed me by the arm. "You're not going outside, you're going upstairs and hiding in your sister's bedroom," he said in a nasty tone. "Real quiet-like." I don't know why but I complied. I guess I was hoping that, by following orders, I would avoid any more trouble. I made my way quickly upstairs and hid in Rachael's closet. From there, I was able to see out to my sister's bedroom and, at the same time, hear what was going on downstairs. It was an abrupt conversation. La Tonya informed Rachael that after last night, she was going to be her little bitch from here on. My sister quickly acquiesced, remembering the painful lesson she had learned last night. Then I heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. The door opened and I watched as my sister strolled into the room, leading Jubree and the other guy by the hand. I was shocked to see that she was completely naked from head to toe. The breasts that I had seen my sister feebly defend from public exposure only last night were now unashamedly exposed for the viewing pleasure of the whole group. Her creamy pubic area had been recently shaven bare, as if she had expected that they would come for her. The psychological hold that La Tonya had over Rachael was absolutely complete; Rachael was her bitch. My sister turned her back to the closet and faced her three ebony masters. This was the first time that I got a good look at her naked backside. I had never noticed it before, but Rachael's ass was almost as impressive as her breasts. It was a nice white color, contrasting starkly her dark brown masters' that encircled her. It was the type of ass that could only be found on the body of a white teenage girl and needed exploiting before age inevitably took its toll. Rachael still had no idea that I was in the closet and didn't know that I was going to witness her second humiliation in as many days. All three took turns slapping her on the rear, just enough to turn a portion of it pink. Rachael had a playful smile on her face and appeared to be enjoying the attention. Jubree proudly displayed his meat to my sister. It was the largest dick that I had ever laid eyes on. It was about seven inches in length and with each passing moment, it was getting bigger and thicker. My sister was too stunned by the enormity of the black cock and clearly didn't know what to do; she would have to be shown how to please a man orally. That's when La Tonya took over the situation. Putting both hands on the back of Rachael's shoulders, she forced her smoothly to the ground so that she was kneeling before her master. My sister complied as La Tonya pushed her head forward, resulting in a submissive position ripe for a good throat fucking. With her other hand, La Tonya grabbed her brother's half-flaccid member behind the balls, working it slightly with her fingers to help stiffen the erection. My sister made an oval shape with her mouth and brought her hands up to rest on Jubree's muscular thighs for balance, letting La Tonya force her mouth onto the ever-growing cock that was in front of her. The tempo, rhythm, and depth were all of La Tonya's choosing as she forced Rachael's head back and forth while she struggled to maintain the oval shape of her mouth. After several loving strokes of my sister's velvety warm mouth, Jubree's cock was completely stiff. It was hard for me to judge exactly how big his dick really was because my sister's gobbling it down obstructed my view. La Tonya grabbed a fistful of Rachael's hair for better control of her head. This allowed her to pick up the speed at which my sister's mouth was getting fucked. The room was soon filled with slurping, sucking sounds coming from my sister's orifice. Rachael performed without complaint or resistance, and I could no longer tell if she was doing what she was doing out of submission or pleasure. She was the only one who didn't know that I was there. Occasionally, La Tonya or her cousin would shoot a look my way and smile as I looked on at the degradation of my sister. Jubree's cock must have been a whole ten inches long by now and La Tonya had set a good pace working my sister's head back and forth, increasing the rhythm and volume of the slurping sounds. Occasionally, La Tonya would give my sister a brief break from the face fucking and pull Jubree's thick cock out of her mouth. I could hear her gasp for air as she tried to catch her breath. La Tonya would use this opportunity to spank her face and open mouth with the slick member, creating smacking sounds as she beat her face with the offending wet cock. Between Jubree gyrating his hips and his sister pushing Rachael's mouth back and forth onto the cock, Rachael's mouth began to tire. La Tonya sensed her white bitch's fatigue and took up a kneeling position behind her victim, pressing the front of her body into her back to support her. Jubree thrust in and out of the virgin's oval mouth rhythmically, grunting with each push. My sister looked spent. She was perspiring, which made her mascara begin to run. It really made her look like a whore, but I guess the large piece of black meat in her mouth made her look like a whore too. La Tonya knelt up, repositioning Rachael's head between her breasts, and placed her hands on either side of Rachael's jaws, maximizing her ability to direct Jubree's meat into my sister's man pleaser. The slurping sounds emanating from her mouth were now gurgling and gagging ones. La Tonya and her brother continued working as a team, face-fucking my sister until La Tonya sensed that Jubree was ready to spew his load. She pulled my sister's head off his cock, allowing just enough distance to catch the sticky deposit. My sister, even though she had never given a blow job before, instinctively knew to keep her mouth open and her head tilted back slightly below Jubree's cumhole as she waited for her hard earned prize. She didn't have to wait long because, almost immediately, five or six squirts of the black man's juice shot directly into my sister's waiting mouth. Jubree let out a deep groan with each spew that landed home. La Tonya was quickly on her feet, towering over my kneeling sister, looking down into her mouth to ensure that all of Jubree's spunk had gone into the white girl's mouth. My sister held her pose kneeling, head tilted back, mouth wide open -until La Tonya had ensured that none of Jubree's seed had escaped. Rachael was made to swallow every ounce of the jizz, ending with a smacking sound of her mouth. My sister's introductory lesson on giving head was now complete, and having developed a taste for black cum, Rachael was ready for the next guy. The cousin, having just watched Jubree break in Rachael's mouth, was raring to go with his turn in violating her mouth. He eagerly took up his position at the head of the train and stuck his cock right into her chops. This guy was a machine, and it became evident to me that he had to be second because there wouldn't be much left of her after he was done. His black cock wasn't quite as big as Jubree's and had a slight bend upwards, but for what he lacked in size, he more than made up for in fervor. He didn't bother with any of the formalities of letting Rachael adjust to the new dick in her mouth; the first stroke of his dark piston was deeper and quicker than any of Jubree's, even after he had built up a head of steam. La Tonya backed away, preferring to watch this one. She saw that her work in creating a white whore was complete, first as tormentor and humiliator, then as instructor and enforcer. She could now sit back and enjoy her whore eagerly begin her advanced lessons. My sister, still on her knees, was snatched up by her hair in much the same way La Tonya had done when she first dominated her, and pulled her forward onto all fours like a dog. The slurping, gurgling, and near choking sounds resumed as the new black alpha male started cock-pumping brutally while at the same time working her head quickly back and forth from his pony tail hold. He was eager to deposit his load into my sister's throat. He stopped at times, only long enough to administer a slap across my sister's face. She accepted her slaps and resumed bobbing on his cock He pulled his cock out of Rachael and gave her one last slap across her face, then tossed her on the bed. Rachael was barely on it, with her head turned to the side and slightly hanging off. This time, instead of grabbing her hair, he palmed the top of her head with one of his enormous hands and placed the other hand just below her neck to better stabilize head as he continued the throat job. Rachael closed around his cock, creating a moist seal that muffled her slurping and gagging sounds. From this position, it didn't take him long to work up a jism, which Rachael again took in her mouth. Had it not been for the decreased tempo of the thrusting black hips, grunts, and the relaxing sound of satisfaction that escaped my sister's body, I would not have known that he had dropped his load. It was confirmed only after I saw a small amount of cum dribbled from the corner of my sister's mouth. She quickly lapped it up and respectfully cleaned his cock off, not wanting to leave any bit of jism behind. She had developed a taste for it. As quickly as they came, they left. My sister's used body lay on the bed. I didn't know if they would be back, and I didn't know if they would be bringing more with them.