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.
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.