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 possesions. 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
niight 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
excite- ment 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
frngers 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 fmger 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 eariobes.
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 shotfldr 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 pincpinched 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
fingerswere 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 stili 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 aiter 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 evenlng 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 curained her face as she whipped her head from side
to side.
The cat struck her ass and the bullwhip wrapped around her
thighs at alinost 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 harshiy. 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.
