Sharon smirked at her.
"What are you, Cumslut? What do you do?"
Stacy moaned, trying not to come. She looked beseechingly at her tormentor, but Sharon just stared back at her.
"I’m a whore," the blonde answered, broken. "I’m a slut." Her left hand, the one with almost-full charm bracelet, moved faster and faster over her pussy.
"Please…"
"Karen…"
Ashley looked over at the girl who had pulled her out from under the guy who had been raping her. The girl who had rescued her.
"I… what you said about g-guys…" Karen’s arm felt good on her shoulder. It somehow made her feel safe and warm.
"You were right…"
The tall brunette fought back the tears. "You were right about them…" She looked over at her rescuer. She saw the greasy hair; the weight problem; the acne…
"Ashley…"
The other girl began to speak, but Ashley cut her off with a finger on her lips.
"Karen," she whispered, "I just want you to know…"
"…let me come.
"What are you?" By now, the cum was trickling steadily out from between Stacy’s lips as she babbled away.
"I’m a toy; a sex-toy. I need to be fucked all the time. I love to have cocks up my ass and in my cunt and in my mouth."
Stacy - Cumslut - felt the waves of pleasure pulse up from where her fingers rubbed frantically at her clit. In spite of the humiliation - or as a result of it - she could feel another orgasm building up inside of her.
"Please," she begged. "Let me come…"
"What are you?"
"I love cum. I love to suck it out of big juicy cocks. I love to feel it dribble over my lips and all over my face."
She could feel her face reddening with intense humiliation, but she was unable to stop herself. It wasn’t her fault.
"Shit on me… piss on me… come all over me…"
It was the drugs. They did this to her. Gary and Sharon and Neil could blackmail her all they wanted, but it was the drugs that made her…
"I’m a slut," she wailed, feeling the orgasm slowly build in her body. She stopped talking and looked over at Sharon.
"Let me come… please?"
Sharon looked at her for a moment and then nodded her approval. It was time to bring this to an end.
Stacy brought her other hand down to her cunt and began to thrust first one, then two and finally three fingers into her hungry cunt, all the while rubbing furiously at her clit.
"I’m a cunt… I’m a bitch… I’m… Ahhhhh…"
Sharon watched in amazement as the blonde slut wailed and cried her way into and through a massive orgasm. The sperm she had been holding in her cheeks exploded outwards, drenching her lower face and tits as she screamed and sobbed on the coffee table.
What a slut!
Finally, Stacy crested the top of the orgasm. Sharon watched as she slowly calmed down.
"Cumslut…" the blonde teenager mumbled, over and over again, her fingers hard at work in her dripping cunt. "…Cumslut…"
The room fell silent for a moment, but then Stacy began to build herself back up again.
Sharon bit her lip as she watched. The bitch was going to come again!
I’ve got to tell her, she thought to herself. Gary would kill her, but…
Sharon waited until Stacy was just reaching the crest of yet another orgasm. Then, after shutting off the camera, she walked slowly forward and leaned in to whisper something into the slut’s ear…
Ashley hesitated momentarily, but then carried on.
"D-do you remember that day… at Stacy’s. Where… where you, uhm… spanked me?"
Karen nodded dumbly.
"I… well…" Ashley was obviously embarrassed. "Would you… would you do it a-again?"
Karen just stared.
"I… I know I’ve been b-bad," the brunette stammered. "I need to be punished; I n-need you to spank me." Ashley flushed and looked away.
Karen felt a sudden flush of joy as she looked over at Ashley. The brunette was looking down, unable to meet the other girl in the eye. But that was alright. In fact, it was better then alright!
"Yes darling," Karen answered. "Of course I’ll give you a spanking." She shifted slightly in her seat.
"Come here."
Moving carefully, her flesh bruised and aching from the rough treatment in the house, Ashley spread her long, luscious body out over Karen’s lap, ass upwards.
Karen wasted no time. She immediately began administering strong, rhythmic slaps to the well-presented ass. Soon, it was shining red.
At first, the pain was great for Ashley, but that was OK; she deserved it. After a while, however, the burning seemed to fade away somewhat, and was replaced by a slow wave of pleasure which spread steadily outward from where her pussy rubbed against Karen’s knee.
"I’m sorry… I’m sorry…" Ashley kept repeating this phrase as the pleasure built up and then took her over the edge into an intense orgasm.
"Oh god…"
Crying, the tall brunette trembled and shook on the other girl’s lap.
Karen stopped slapping Ashley’s ass and began to finger her clit, quickly sending the other girl into a second, more intense, orgasm.
Finally, it was over.
Ashley turned her tear and cum-stained face upwards and looked Karen in the eye, her eyes wide with adoration.
"I love you," she whispered.
Hawkins slowly rubbed his hand along his rapidly hardening cock as he watched the scene in front of him. He had already come three times that night, but that blonde slut’s performance on the coffee table was making him hard again. Fuckin' A!
She was perched up on the coffee table, masturbating and going on about what a slut she was and other stuff like that, all the while dribbling his cum down her chin. This went on for a long time until the fat chick told the slut she could finally come, which she did almost immediately. What an orgasm! The bitch thrashed about and screamed like she was having her tits mangled or something. Hawkins had never seen anything like it.
After that, the fat girl turned off the camera and walked towards the whore. She waited until it looked like the slut was going to have another orgasm, then leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Immediately, the blonde stopped frigging herself and stared at the other girl, her eyes wide.
"No," the blonde whispered. "You’re lying."
The fat girl just smirked and shook her head. Once again, she muttered something to the slut on the coffee table, and then turned to walk away.
"You’re lying," the blonde yelled at her retreating back. "It’s n-not true." She had started crying; tears streamed down her face, making trails in the dried cum. Her entire body was wracked with violent sobs. Hawkins noticed that her left hand began to move again.
The fat girl laughed. She picked up the video camera and walked to the door.
"You’re lying," the blonde screamed from her perch on the coffee table.
"You’re lying!"
The other girl turned.
"No," she said quietly, "I’m not. No drugs; not tonight and not since January."
Sharon paused and looked Stacy up and down as the bitch crouched, wailing, on the coffee table. Her blonde hair was matted with sweat and cum; her face, once beautiful, was red and splotchy with tears and sperm; her lithe body was bruised and caked with dried sperm. And, all the while, her left hand continuously frigged at her exposed pussy, the metal charm bracelet glinting mockingly in the light.
"Slut."
Sharon looked up at the football players standing at the back of the room. To a man, they were hard again.
"She’s all yours," she said, smirking. "Just get her back in one piece."
She turned and walked out the front door.
"Nooooo!!" The blonde bitch broke down, sobbing and crying as the members of the football team moved towards her.