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.