Sister and Co.

My sister took me to my parents' playroom with all the instruments: whips, floggers, clothespins for my body, breasts, genitals, etc. She put on a mask, then another, these lightweight masks, however, perfectly concealed our features. She tied my ankles behind my thighs, leaving my genitals visible, and tied my arms behind my back.

She set up her computer, pointed a webcam at me, got naked, turned on the webcam, and connected to the dark web.

• Hello friends, I'm Cruella, my name for this show, and this is my whore of a sister who has done some very bad things to my family. You will be able to order the punishments I must inflict on this bitch. As you can see, I have all the equipment at my disposal, whether it's whips, floggers, strings of clamps, dildos and anal plugs, or a remote-controlled whipping machine that you can order.

She remained silent for a minute, looking at me so I could understand the situation. I looked at her in a panic. She was about to deliver me to the will of some completely unknown perverts and their sadism.

• Exceptionally, today, each action will be €1 for a set of two, for example, two automatic whips, or one per me. Of course, for her health, I will limit the maximum, and also to vary the actions and pleasure. During my meal, she will be at your disposal with remote-controlled dildos and plugs, along with a whipping machine that will be limited in number for her safety. You can control the intensity, however. Okay, let's begin. The winning vote in the BDSM actions will be collected and executed by me on the condemned woman. You have 5 minutes to vote.

She looked at the screen. After 5 minutes, she turned around, looking at me sadistically.

• You're going to love it, little sister. They are particularly cruel. - You're going to love it, little sister. They are particularly cruel.

She leaned toward the screen, her fingers brushing the keyboard as the votes accumulated in real time. A low, satisfied laugh escaped her.

• First order: ten lashes on the thighs, followed by five clothespins on the nipples. Paid and confirmed.

Slowly, she grabbed the flogger, snapping it in the air once to warn me.

Completely restrained by my restraints on the floor and exposed to the view of these voyeurs, I saw her pick up some tongs and a leather flogger with braided cords that must have really hurt.

The flogger hissed through the air before slamming down sharply on my thighs, leaving an immediate burn that made me arch my back despite the restraints. I bit my mask to stifle a scream, but Cruella burst out laughing as the messages scrolled across the screen.

• Oh, they love that! Two euros for an extra stroke... and three... four...

Each impact was calculated, the pain methodically intensifying.

In the end, 15 strokes were purchased. Without letting me recover, she placed the clamps on my nipples. I screamed when she placed the clamps on my nipples. Her mask didn't hide her sadistic smile. She put a finger in my vagina and showed her cum-covered finger.

• Ah, you see, the little bitch likes it, so what will be the new imaginative action you want me to perform on her? For the price, vary to please her. Don't hesitate, I'll be merciless.

The whip hissed again, this time on the sensitive curve between my thighs and my sex, making me scream behind the mask. Cruella sneered as she read the chat.

• Ah, now that's getting more intense! Needles in the nipples and clitoris, as well as the labia, for 12 euros per needle, or 180 euros… Quite a sum, see? I'm helping you repay your debt to the family.

She leaned over the table, selecting a long, sterilized needle, which she dangled in front of the webcam before bringing it close to my right nipple. My breath hitched, my stomach muscles tightening in anticipation.

The needle pierced my flesh with a slow, precise movement, the metal tip piercing my nipple with a sharp, deep pain. A hoarse cry escaped me as Cruella twisted the needle between her fingers, prolonging the burning sensation.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" she murmured, watching a bead of blood bubble to the surface before inserting a second needle into my left nipple. My ragged breathing fogged the mask as my body stiffened against the restraints.

"Look how she struggles..." Cruella whispered as she slid a third needle along my swollen labia, the tip grazing my clitoris before slamming in with a sharp thrust. A heart-rending scream ripped from my throat, muffled by the mask, as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

There were five smaller needles left for my pussy lips. I was in a trance of pain, yet the pleasure was just as intense. She put her finger back in my vagina, bringing it back up again, making it even wetter.

• Bravo, friends, despite her screams, she still likes it. Let's finish the action. Your cruelty is finally up to scratch. Bravo! Besides, I've always loved sewing.

She took the first of five sterile needles and applied it to the right edge of my sex. The cold tip made me shiver before piercing the tender flesh with cruel precision. A gasp, a muffled moan—the pain spread like a burning wave, mixed with the humiliation of feeling my own body betray my suffering with involuntary spasms.

The needle sank deeper, stretching the delicate flesh as Cruella twisted it slightly—just enough to make me arch my back. A moan escaped my clenched teeth as she stared at the second needle next to the first, their cold metal gleaming in the harsh light.

"Four... and you take them so well," she cooed, her breath hot against my ear as she positioned the third needle against my left lip. I flinched at the first prick, but she held me still, inserting it with a slow, deliberate movement.

• This is the last one, but you'll see, removing them will be worse for my dear penitent sister.

Before I could recover, she was piercing with cruel slowness, the pain reaching a threshold beyond me.

Without paying any further attention, she consulted the screen and watched my next test as my nipples, my clitoris, my sex throbbed like never before. I was nothing but pain, yet I was approaching blissful ecstasy.

"Ten euros to remove the needles... one by one... by twisting them," Cruella announced in a smooth voice, her fingers already brushing the first needle in my right nipple. My breath caught in my throat.

She gently pinched the metal tip between her thumb and forefinger, twisting it slowly, so slowly, like a screwdriver in a raw wound.

The cold metal twisted my flesh as she twisted the needle, multiplying the pain that made me gasp beneath the mask. A sadistic glint shone in Cruella's eyes as she increased the rotation, tracing vicious circles into my bruised skin. "Listen to those little sobs..." she whispered, leaning toward the camera, as my tears carved shiny furrows across my face.

The torment lasted an hour; she took sadistically slow steps in removing the needles.

Every millimeter of metal ripped from my flesh was a calculated agony. Her fingers, icy and methodical, pinched the needle embedded in my clitoris, twisting it before extracting it with a tortuously slow movement. The pain radiated in burning waves, every fiber of my being tense in anticipation of the next twist.

At the end, she looked at the screen.