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

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bridget pulled the beautiful blonde slave into the bathroom and gave her a long, leisurely bath. Bridget climbed into the tub with Sandy, her knowing hands bringing the humbled beauty to orgasm after orgasm while she washed her clean. Sandy cried and climaxed, remembering the last time she had soaked in this bathtub. It had been only a few days ago, but seemed as if it had been a lifetime ago.

After the bath Bridget hauled Sandy into her bedroom, and the gorgeous blonde cried at the sight of what her masters had done to her most treasured possessions. Her bedroom looked like a cross between a perverted sex shop and a pig sty. Her things were torn and smashed and broken. One dress had been saved though, a sparkling golden party dress Sandy had worn to an expensive ballet the year before. Bridget made her put it on, then made her step into a pair of matching high heels. The only thing she gave Sandy to wear was a gold collar, which she pulled tight around Sandy's throat and connected to a gold leash.

Sandy looked at herself in the mirror.

Even after everything that had happened to her she was still beautiful. She looked like a blonde Goddess in the shining gold dress, a captive Goddess kept on a leash.

She heard the front door open and the voices of many people, and she trembled with fear and lust.

By the time Bridget led her out of the bedroom on the end of her leash, the house had filled with people. There were so many that every room in the house seemed filled to capacity. They drank and ate and played music so loud that Sandy hoped, with a wild, frightened longing, that her neighbors night call the police. And every one of them watched her with hungry eyes as Bridget led her from room to room.

Sandy was the perfect slave. She never stopped feeling degraded, and suffered at each new horror they inflicted. But although she was disgusted, she was also excited. And the excitement made her even more ashamed, adding more fuel to her humiliation.

"You look sweet, slut," Arnie said as Bridget led Sandy to him. "I can see your tit-rings through the front of your dress. Beautiful."

"Thank you, Arnie," Sandy said, her voice trembling. Bridget jerked on her leash and, obediently, the blonde slave dropped to her knees. "I missed you, sir, though it was wonderful to have Bridget here. I'm glad you're home." Sandy kissed his dirty shoes, then parted her lips to run her tongue over the filthy leather. The crowd quieted as they watched Sandy wash Arnie's shoes with her lush lips and pretty tongue.

Rocky and Chuck stepped up beside him, and Sandy flapped her tongue and ran her lips over all three pairs of shoes, mewling in her throat with a mixture of shame and pleasure.

"That's enough," Arnie said after a few minutes, and then laughed with the others as Sandy rubbed her face against his shoes and legs as if she were a pet cat welcoming her owner home.

Bridget pulled Sandy to her knees, and the sexy blonde wavered from side to side, her eyes glazed as she stared lovingly up at her masters. Arnie stepped closer, spreading his legs a little. When he glanced down at his crotch, Sandy didn't have to be told what to do.

"Welcome home, beautiful cock," she whispered, tears running down her beautiful face. And then, because she knew the point of this was for the crowd to hear what a total slave-slut she was, she shouted the words. "Welcome home, beautiful cock! I've missed you so much!"

She kissed the material of Arnie's pants, then licked all over his crotch. After the front of his pants was soaked with her spit, she rubbed her face all over the crotch, nuzzling his monstrous, slowly hardening cock. By the time he pulled her face back away from his pants, Sandy's pretty face sparkled with her own spit.

"Naughty little slut," Arnie said almost tenderly, rubbing his rough hand over her lips, then slipping a finger into her mouth. "I think we ought to give you a whipping. Stand her up, Rocky. Chuck, bring the cart so we can introduce her to the guests."

There was murmuring from the crowd. Sandy's heart beat fast, her sweet body trembling with fear and anticipation. Rocky pulled on her leash and she followed him on all fours, like a dog, and he walked her back through the crowd. She saw the shackles where they dangled down from the ceiling and the ankle cuffs that lay on the floor, and she knew they were going to string her up. She felt hands on her body as the strangers Arnie and the others had brought into her house began to take advantage of her sexy, helpless body. Feet rubbed against her too, as people too lazy to bend over ran their shoes over her ass and stomach and tits and face.

Sandy's cunt was getting wetter, her sleek body getting hotter with every foot she kissed as she crawled through the crowd.

A dozen hands were pinching her firm, rounded ass through the golden material of her dress. Hands were diving up through the split at the side to stroke and squeeze the silky softness of her legs. Hands petted her shoulders and the top of her head. Other hands, what seemed a multitude of them, were working over her tits through the sparkling front of her dress.

Fingers speared between her parted lips, and she sucked them all with equal obedience.

"Hey, you've already pierced her," a woman said, puling on the ring that hung from Sandy's right nipple until the willowy blonde tensed with pain. "Just this afternoon," Bridget said. "Wait until you see her cunt."

Someone flipped her dress up over her ass, and Sandy burned with utter shame. Thirty people, men and women alike, whistled at the sight of her tight, perfect ass. Thirty more gasped with excitement at the sight of her swollen pink pussy-lips and the golden ring that pierced them and pinched them together. Five fingered fucked up into her cunt at the same time, three on one side of the ring and two on the other, and Sandy cried out in pain and ecstasy. The crowd laughed and another finger fucked up her asshole while hands pulled her cuntlips and slapped her ass.

Suddenly the hands overwhelmed her. Hands tangled in her hair and jerked her backwards. Hands grabbed her wrists and elbows and shoulders, keeping her from crawling any farther forward. Hands grabbed her ankles, too, stopping the movement of her knees across the carpet.

For a moment she choked as Rocky kept pulling on her leash. Then he stopped too, and Sandy was buried under the attentions of one hundred questing hands. She wanted to scream, but when she opened her mouth, fingers from five different hands stuffed her cry back down her throat. Someone else was pinching her lips and pulling them in every direction. Her cheeks were being pinched and pulled too. Fingers were poking up into her nose and a strong hand was twisting her nose from side to side until she felt sure it was going to break. Someone was pulling at her eyelashes and eyebrows. There were fingers sticking into her ears and pulling on her earlobes. Hands were stroking and pinching her long, graceful throat and the firm jut of her jaw and chin.

Fingers pulled at her stiff, long nipples. Other hands jerked on the rings that pierced them, making Sandy whine and whimper in almost unendurable agony. Someone was pinching his way slowly and deliberately around the base of her tits. A woman's hand was squeezing her right tit as though it were a tube of toothpaste, forcing so much blood up into the nipple that Sandy felt certain her tit was going to explode like a volcano. Her small, sexy tits were buried under a moving mass of pinching, pulling, mauling hands. Her dress had been thrown all the way up to the small of her back, and hands were working over her soft, flat stomach. Someone was punching his finger into the deep cup of her navel as though he was fucking his cock into her pussy. A woman was scratching her fingers over Sandy's stomach as though she wanted to scar her for life. Another woman's hands were pinching and pulling at the flesh of Sandy's stomach. Other hands joined in the pinching and stroking of Sandy's back and sides and stomach, until it seemed to the pain-dazed blonde that each breath she drew would be her last.

Fingers were pinching her arms and shoulder too, and tickling her palms and pulling on her fingers. On one side a woman was digging her long, sharp fingernails into Sandy's armpit, and on the other side a man was pinching the sensitive cavity beneath her arm. Every sensitive, tender spot on her lean, sexy body was being probed and mistreated.

Five or six different hands were taking part in the tickling of her feet, and Sandy would have been twitching and heaving uncontrollably just from the maddening sensations of what they were doing to her. Other hands were pinching and scratching her perfectly shaped calves.

Hands swarmed over the super sensitive hollows behind her knees, scratching and pinching and tickling them until Sandy couldn't stand anymore. But worst of all was what was happening to her wrecked pussy and reamed-out asshole.

Dozens of fingers were fucking up the two ravaged fuck-holes. Hands were pulling her asscheeks so far apart she thought her sexy ass would split apart like a melon.

Her cuntlips were being jerked savagely in a dozen different directions at once.

Her thighs were being pinched and punched black and blue. And her poor, sweet ass was being spanked by at least fifteen different hands, being turned so fiery red that it felt like they were hitting her with burning hot irons.

Long-nailed fingers scratched deep inside her already injured pussy. Fat fingers rubbed over her wriggling clit. Long thick fingers were being driven so deep inside her cunt that they drove the breath from Sandy's lungs. Sandy gurgled around her mouthful of fingers, her dazed mind dazzled by the varieties of pain and pleasure she was being dealt. Hands pulled her up by her hair until she was squatting on her knees, and that gave her molesters access to almost every inch of her tanned, silky body. Sandy squirmed helplessly, held in place by a hundred hands. A cheer went up when she started cumming, and the crowd attacked her with even greater fervor. Sandy's big brown eyes fluttered shut as her orgasm coursed through her lithe, sultry body. She writhed sensually, sinuously, her mind lost in a haze of sexual pleasure. Then, just as her first orgasm was starting to fade, a stronger one hit her.

Sandy screamed with pain-filled ecstasy as the second orgasm poured through her sexy, squirming body. Someone silenced her by pinching her tongue and pulling it out between her lips. A sexy, tiny blonde slapped the elongated cones of her tits while they were pulled out, and the agonizing vibrations from the blows made Sandy climax again and again, even as her face twisted with pain and tears streaked down her cheeks.

A big, balding man slapped her face, and suddenly everyone was hitting her. Sandy cried out helplessly as the same little blonde who had slapped her tits pounded them flat against Sandy's chest with her tiny, hard fists. A thin guy with big muscles sank his fist into her stomach, and Sandy would have crumpled over onto the floor if not for all the hands that were holding her up. Hands that had been stroking and pinching her long, lean legs started beating them instead, slapping and punching until Sandy pitched and surged from the pain pounding of fists and palms.

Even her pussy was getting slapped, as the twins took turns smacking their palms, then punching their fists, as hard as they could against the swollen pink cunt-lips. And someone was banging his knuckles into the crack of her ass, driving a painful wedge right into the tender bud of her asshole. Sandy cried out, but there were so many hands battering her about the head and face that barely a sound escaped her lips.

But she was still cumming. Her cunt spasmed. Clear, slick pussycream slithered down her tanned, shuddering thighs, splattering onto the floor with every impact of a fist or palm against her legs. Even when two big men started pounding their fists into her sides, making fireballs of pain explode through her head, Sandy still reached one climax after another. She gasped and panted her way through orgasms that never seemed to fade at all, just build and build and build even higher.

"String her up," a little man with a missing tooth said, grabbing a long, slender reed off the torture cart and swinging it through the air. "String her up so we can make her slutty ass squirm some more!"

"Chain the slut!" a buxom, middle-aged woman shouted, picking up a short club.

"It's time we beat some restraint into the trampy little nymph!" The twins grabbed Sandy's wrists and pulled them high above her head, and the men who had been beating her sides pulled her up to her feet with grips on her tits and arms. They had to hold her steady while a tall man stepped in to help chain her hands high above her head.

Sandy had been beaten almost unconscious, and as soon as the chains locked around her wrists and the men stepped back away from her, she slumped forward. Her chin rested on her chest and her feet dragged limply against the floor. A long, shining strand of spit dangled from her parted lips. When she looked up, all she saw were evil, lusting faces and implements of torture.

A whip switched through the air. Riding crops switched through the air. There were belts and paddles and switches and clothes hangers. There was even a baseball bat that people took turns with, slamming it up between her legs, clubbing her little bald pussy over and over while Sandy spread her legs wide to give them room to swing the bat hard into her pussy. But Sandy didn't cry until she saw the man with the fishing pole. When he whipped it toward her and the needle sharp hook sliced across the golden skin of her thigh Sandy knew she was in hell.

"Well, beat the slut," Bridget said, and Sandy looked up to see the sexy redhead sitting back with a drink in her hands, watching the whole spectacle with amusement, with Arnie, Rocky and Chuck sitting around her. "She hasn't had a real whipping yet. I want to see how she holds up." Sandy was a vision of sexy loveliness as she hung, vulnerable, from the chains that circled her wrists. Her golden hair tumbled about her shoulders, her beautiful face sparkled with sweat and tears.

The golden evening gown molded itself to her sexy body like a second skin, showing off every sensuous curve and flare. Sandy looked sexy and helpless. Every man and woman in the room wanted nothing more than to hurt her. "Oh please!" Sandy moaned pathetically as they advanced on her with their weapons. "Oh please!"

A woman reached her first, and she slapped the ping pong paddle she was holding right into the jutting cone of Sandy's right tit. The sound of the blow reverberated like a rifle shot.

Sandy squirmed in agony. Her tit felt smashed beyond repair. The woman slapped her left tit even harder, and Sandy's silky blonde hair curtained her face as she whipped her head from side to side.

The cat struck her ass and the bullwhip wrapped around her thighs at almost the same instant, and Sandy felt as though she was being skinned alive. The baseball bat came whistling up between her legs over and over, pounding such agony through Sandy's already demolished pussy that for an instant she passed out. She came around from the sudden, biting agony of a switch slashing into her face. As she blinked her eyes open, it hit her again and again. When she saw the cruel smile on the green-eyed, blonde teenager who was wielding it, Sandy begged for mercy. The sexy little blonde just hit her face harder. Belts were rising and falling on every side of the embattled beauty. They striped her slender arms and creamy sides and long, lean legs with lines of fire. Paddles shook her ass and thighs and tits. Whips kissed her jiggling asscheeks and bouncing tits with fine red lines of fire. The baseball bat kept slamming into her cunt and switches played fire over her hands and feet. Sandy was in a world of pain. She would never have believed it possible to feel so many different kinds of pain all at once.

In moments, her beautiful evening gown hung about her in shreds. The whips and belts tore it to ribbons, until it was no more than a colorful garnish on her lovely, nude body.

After the dress was torn apart, the crowd beat Sandy even harder. Now they could see the marks they were leaving on her twisting, tanned body, and the sight of the damage they were doing to her raised their lust to even higher levels. Sandy drifted through a world of pain. At times it almost seemed as if she watched the beating of her sexy body from someplace far away. Other times every blow seemed sure to be the one which would kill her. After a while she stopped writhing under the awful abuse. She hung, barely squirming, as they beat her. But she was cumming.

They were beating her so savagely that every bone in her body felt broken, every muscle torn, every organ damaged beyond repair. Drops of blood splattered the floor from where the whips had caught her too often and too harshly. She was barely conscious, barely sane, driven beyond endurance by this horrible finale to her week of torment. But her cunt was spasming and leaking fuck-juice which coated her welted thighs and dripped to the floor beneath her. "The dirty slut's cumming!" a man screamed, and then Sandy felt the worst pain yet as he drove the head of the golf club right up into her pussy. "The sexy whore's getting her rocks off!"

"Then it's time to quit," Bridget said with a wicked smile. "I think you're all excited enough now."

"Excited enough for what?" the switch-wielding blonde asked, breathing heavily. "To fuck Sandy-slave, of course," Bridget said with a catty little laugh. "To fuck her to death, if you can!"

Sandy whimpered and climaxed again. She was sure that they could.