"Enslaved landlady" - читать интересную книгу автора (Garfield Blake)

CHAPTER SIX

Bridget finger-fucked herself while she watched her sultry blonde slave smear shit all over her body. Sandy seemed as though she was in another world, bucking and grinding her sexy hips like a seasoned stripper, rolling her head on her shoulders in a wanton display of passion. She rubbed shit over her pointy tits until they looked like two Hershey's Kisses.

Sandy writhed like some sensuous jungle beast. She rolled her sweet, tight ass until Bridget could have cried for wanting a cock to stick up between those sexy asscheeks. She swung her shoulders and spread her legs and gyrated her way through the sexiest dance Bridget had ever seen. And all the while she smeared her body with Bridget's shit.

Bridget could hear her gagging, and she smiled at the broken blonde's revulsion.

It was obvious she was excited, too. Sandy's cunt was running with pussy-cream.

When she whirled across the room, she left a trail of pussy-juice behind her. When she bucked her hips she spewed cunt-slime in every direction. When she got a chance she smeared shit all over her swollen, squirming cunt, and her face twisted with ecstasy as she climaxed again and again. Finally the shit was smeared all over her tanned, glistening body, and Sandy's energy seemed to run down.

Finally the willowy beauty sank to her knees, her legs spread wide and her head thrown back.

"Your hands are still dirty," Bridget said with a cruel smile. "And your face is still clean."

Sandy didn't hesitate. She rubbed her shit-clotted hands all over her pretty face, soiling her beauty with Bridget's stinking brown waste. Bridget climaxed a half dozen times while she watched Sandy smear her face with shit. "Well, I'll be damned," Bridget said, pretending to be surprised.

"They're still dirty. I guess you better lick them clean."

"Oh," Sandy said, her voice like that of a lost child. She stared at her shit-streaked fingers for a moment, then shoved them into her mouth. Her eyes were filled with disgust and shame and lust. Then she popped her fingers into her mouth, one at a time, as though they were tiny, shit-coated cocks. Twice she had to pull away, buckling over and gagging until it seemed she was going to throw up. Both times she fought back the urge. After she sucked her fingers clean, she licked the shit off her palms and wrists. Her face twisted with disgust at the awful taste, but she didn't stop until she was finished. And she came two more times. "So nice," Bridget said sarcastically. "So nice. Now lean back, Sandy-slut. It's time I got you ready for your coming-out party."

Sandy laid back, watching Bridget with an almost worshipful expression as she wheeled the dinner cart across the room. She flinched when Bridget dumped a pitcher of icy water over her cunt. She sobbed when Bridget sprayed shaving cream all over her golden pussy mound.

"Spread them wide," Bridget said, pulling a straight-edged razor from the table.

"Grab your thighs with your hands and pull them all the way back to your head!" Sandy did as her mistress told her, watching with sad, defeated eyes as Bridget scraped the razor over the plump mound of her cunt. Hair and shaving cream came up together, leaving her bald pussy mound in their wake. "Don't cry, pretty slut," Bridget said, shaving away Sandy's precious pussy-fur. "Here, let me make you feel all better. Let me make your lonely little pussy feel just right."

Sandy wailed with pain, her eyes half-closed as Bridget shaved her pussy and fucked three fingers up inside her cunt. Her pussy lips clamped down on Bridget's fingers like a powerful fist, twisting on them as Bridget fucked them in and trying to hold onto them as the sexy redhead pulled them back out. Sandy's clit was throbbing against the steady friction of Bridget's fingers. She came quickly.

Bridget smiled and added her little finger to the three she was already fucking inside Sandy's pussy. She dragged the straight razor down over Sandy's pussy-lips, then edged it around the juncture of her thighs, clearing away the last of the hair from around Sandy's pussy.

She liked her slaves to be like little girls because it made them feel more vulnerable, more submissive.

Sandy gasped with pain when Bridget cupped her thumb up underneath her four fingers. She cried out in agony as Bridget's fist slammed way up inside her tiny, hairless, little-girl cunt.

Bridget seemed to want to bury her whole arm up inside Sandy while she shaved away the last of her cunt-hair. Even when her fist was smashing into Sandy's cervix, she leaned her weight on her elbow and tried to force more of her arm up inside the straining pocket.

Sandy's eyes snapped open, pleasure turning sharply to pain. She stared down over the lean, sexy plane of her body, and cried out in shock and horror at what she saw. Bridget was pushing relentlessly forward, fucking her fist as far as it would go up inside Sandy's cunt, then she drew it back and punched it in again. Sandy had taken over half Bridget's forearm on the first try, her cunt-lips spread obscenely wide and quivering, her pussy stretched so tar out of shape that it tore under the pressure. The second time Bridget managed to cram even more of her arm up inside Sandy's cunt.

Sandy squirmed and rocked as Bridget relentlessly fist-fucked her. She whipped her head from side to side, her silky blonde hair curtaining her beautiful, pain drawn face. She could feel her poor, abused cunt tearing again under the savage beating Bridget was giving it.

Bridget wiped away the last of the shaving cream from Sandy's newly bared pussy, then tossed a glass of cold water down over the girl's shaved crotch. Sandy screamed with sudden pain, and stared, fascinated, at her bare pussy mound. She looked like a little girl. She guessed that she was a little girl next to Bridget, a helpless little child who needed to mind her mother. Sandy spread her legs wider, moaning with pain and joy as Bridget fist-fucked her little girl. Bridget slammed her fist into Sandy's cunt as though she were trying to reach into the svelte, tanned blonde's throat. Sandy's cunt-lips were flapping around Bridget's elbows now, and the whole length of the sexy redhead's forearm was painted in sticky pussy-juice and bright red blood.

Sandy was cumming. She couldn't help it. And Bridget was beating her cunt to pieces.

Suddenly Bridget pulled her fist from Sandy's cunt. The beautiful blonde slave cried out with disappointment, then cried out again with fear as Bridget picked up a ring off of the table. It was an open circle of gold, its open spot had a sharp point on one side and a pocket with a catch on the other. Tears ran down Sandy's beautiful face as Bridget opened the ring fully and pinched Sandy's hairless little cunt lips together as she pulled them hard away from her body. "Oh God Bridget!" Sandy moaned. "Don't, please don't! I'll be a good little slave! I will! I really will!"

"I know you will," Bridget said brightly. "Now hold real still. We don't want to damage any of your working parts."

Sandy screamed as Bridget pierced her cuntlips with the metal ring. It felt like getting her ears pierced, only her pussy-lips were much more sensitive than her ear lobes.

Bridget snapped the ring together with one quick, sure move, piercing both of Sandy's fluttering pink pussy-lips. Then she spun the ring through Sandy's pussy-lips, making sure that the holes were clean and straight. Only then did she lean back, a smile on her elegant face.

"Now feel this," she said, and thrust one finger up Sandy's pussy. The feeling was incredible. With the ring pinching her cunt-lips together, her pussy was tighter than ever. Sandy squirmed with discomfort from just two of Bridget's fingers. The pain from the piercing was a solid burning shaft of pain through her cunt, but her initial terror was fading.

The only thing that made her sad was the knowledge that the men would fuck her loose all over again, spurred on by the thrill of her tightened cunt. Bridget leaned across Sandy's body, rubbing her knee over the bright gold ring that pierced Sandy's cunt-lips. The svelte, sexy blonde moaned with pleasure and pain as Bridget toyed and played with the ring, rubbing her knee against her cunt. She whimpered her way through an orgasm as Bridget took hold of her long nipples and rolled them between her fingers until they were erect. "Now just two more," Bridget said, and Sandy's heart froze. "You've got such pretty nipples it would be a shame not to decorate them, Sandy, my cum-slave-slut. Like buying a Christmas tree and not putting any lights on it." Sandy cried when Bridget slipped the two rings off the table. They were smaller than the one Bridget had pierced her cunt with, but they were the same golden color and they had the same needle-sharp points.

Sandy wanted to fight, wanted to run away, but instead she stayed where she was, moaning with lust and despair and staring at the rings as though they had hypnotized her.

"So pretty," Bridget said softly, stroking Sandy's firm nipples while she rubbed her knee over Sandy's cunt. She poured a glass of water over each proud tit-mound, washing away the shit Sandy had rubbed over them. "Such pretty little tits. Once they're pierced I can lead you around by them on little golden leashes. I'm sure Arnie will want to hang bells from them. Or maybe little weights. We'll be able to hurt you in so many wonderful ways." Sandy cried as Bridget ducked her head to suck her nipples to full erection. She knew that her degradation was almost complete.

They had broken her, debauched her, transformed her into a sluttish, rutting animal. Now they were even molding her body to their whims, marking her as the kinkiest, most perverted of whores.

Without warning, Bridget snapped one of the golden rings shut. Sandy wailed in pain, banging her head against the floor as Bridget pierced her right nipple. The big redhead pinned her to the floor with her body, then rammed her knee up between the helpless woman's legs, slamming it against the ring in Sandy's cunt five, six, ten times, until she forced an orgasm from her sleek, captive body.

Still Sandy struggled, gibbering in pain and horror as Bridget poked a hole through her long, hard nipples and hung a golden ring from her firm, pointy tit.

"So pretty!" Bridget whispered, pulling on the ring, making Sandy cry out in anguish. "Such a pretty little tit-ring!"

Bridget was breathing heavily with excitement, and once more she trapped one of Sandy's lean, silky thighs between her legs.

With a moan of surrender Sandy clutched her long, lean legs tight around one of Bridget's lush thighs, and while the voluptuous redhead tugged on the ring that pierced Sandy's nipple, the two of them leg-fucked themselves to orgasm. Even as Sandy's climax made her shake and tremble she couldn't tear her gaze away from her right nipple. A single, fat drop of blood oozed from the tiny wound and trailed down over her tanned, silky skin. The pain was fading quickly, but to Sandy's dazed mind the ring through her nipple seemed to seal her fate. "One more, Sandy-slave," Bridget whispered, moaning with passion as she humped herself to orgasm after orgasm on the silky skin of Sandy's thigh.

She slammed her knee so forcefully and so many times into the ring that pierced Sandy's cunt that the sultry blonde thought she was going to go mad with pain and pleasure. "A matched set of pretty tit-rings. You'll look so pretty like this. Just a sweet little blonde slave-slut, all ready for anything anybody wants to do to you."

Sandy shivered with fear and excitement as Bridget clicked open the second ring. Her wet, pink tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and she gasped at the first touch of the cold metal against her left nipple. Something wrong and horrible was happening inside her, and Sandy cried as she realized an enormous orgasm was building in her.

She was going to cum, cum as she never had before, while Bridget pierced her nipple. She was going to explode with more pleasure than she had ever felt before while the big, sexy redhead marked her forever as a pain-craving slave-slut.

At the first, pinch tears ran glistening wet tracks down Sandy's pretty cheeks.

At the first knifing pain, Sandy mewled with passion. Bridget owned her now, and the very idea of her slavery was enough to make her svelte body tingle with passion.

"Cumming!" she whimpered, and then Bridget drove the ring shut and drove her knee deep into the marshy, already pierced pocket of her cunt. "Cumming! Cumming! Please don't stop! Kick my pussy, put rings in me everywhere while you kick my pussy again and again, PLEEAASE!!"

Bridget smiled as the ring clicked together. She rode the sexy blonde's long leg through a half dozen minor climaxes of her own, pulling on the nipple rings while Sandy screamed her way through the most intense climax of her life. Sandy's big, brown eyes were filled with passion and love and suffering and despair, and Bridget saw and loved it all.

"One thing more, pretty slut," Bridget whispered, picking a device up off the table. "One last thing and then you'll be ready for your big night. After tonight, you'll be a whole different whore, Sandy-slave. You're going to love things after tonight. You'll never go without a big prick or a wet cunt again. Or a big stud or sexy bitch to hurt you just the way you like, either." Sandy trembled at the words, trembled too with frightened anticipation as Bridget reluctantly pulled her legs from around Sandy's and turned around to straddle her stomach.

The thing Bridget was holding in her hand looked a little like a pen and a little like a needle. As she stroked the shaved bare skin around Sandy's cunt, the tamed beauty began to suspect what it was.

"I love you, Bridget!" she whimpered, tears running down her beautiful face. "I belong to you! I'm your slave and your whore! You own me!"

"And now everybody's going to know it," Bridget said happily, and began to tattoo the helpless blonde.

The pain was bad, but it was nothing compared to some of the other agonies Sandy had felt over the last few days. The gorgeous slave came constantly while Bridget was working on her. Her orgasms weren't just the product of Bridget's skillful fingering of her cunt and the pain of the tattooing. Neither were they wholly caused by the musky aroma of Bridget's hot cunt, the wet, sticky slide of her pussy over Sandy's flat, velvety stomach and pierced, pointy tits. All those things turned the blonde slave on, but the thing that made her cum constantly was the knowledge that Bridget was marking her as her property. And when Bridget finally pulled away, and let Sandy see what she had done, the sleek, sexy blonde had her biggest orgasm of all.

The words "Bridget's Slut" were rendered in intricate, multi-colored calligraphy right where Sandy's pussy-hair should have been. It made the sultry, sensual blonde tremble with humiliation, but it also made her warm with a feeling of security, of belonging.

And then she saw something hanging off the side of the cart that made her cum again, made her whimper in terror and degradation. It was a branding iron, and the words "Arnie's Slave Bitch" were what made up its message. Sandy knew that Arnie would use the white-hot branding iron on her, just as Bridget had tattooed her name into her flesh. The knowledge shattered the last of Sandy's self-image, crushed her with the realization that she had been debauched and degraded as thoroughly as a human being could be. It also made her cum.

"So pretty," Bridget said again, staring down at the willowy blonde beauty, whose golden skin was now highlighted by three golden rings, whose pussy was bare except for the tattooed message. "You're a real treasure, slut. You'll be a big hit when the guys get back here with the others." Sandy cried at Bridget's words, but she didn't stop cumming.