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.