CHAPTER SIX
Bridget finger-fucked herseIf whiIe 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 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 shitclotted 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."
Sandywailed 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 tryng 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 Bridge 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
bautiful 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 fmger 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 fmgers. 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 Chnstmas
tree and not putting any lights on it."
Sandy cried when Bridget slipped the two rings off the table. They
were smalIer 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 cliniax 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 ha!f dozen minor climaxes of her
own, pulling on the nipple rings while Sandy screamed her way
through the most intense cilinax 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 pulied 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 thoroughiy 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.
