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I dedicate this story to hot Connie the Cunt.
Slurrp slurp!! :-)
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The birds were singing merrily all around. It was the morning sun that was bringing some warmth to her exhausted body, but still she was trembling, feeling cold... Her bones hurt. Her legs and feet hurt, after all those hours of standing on her toes. Her belly hurt, the enemas having distended her abdomen painfully... Her wrists hurt, and there were ugly purple marks on them... Her asshole was very sore, having been forced to receive big cocks for hours, and because the plastic plug was still inside her, pressing her delicate membranes... She couldn't move, all tied up as she was... And still she felt sheer adoration by now, for the cruel man that was bringing this nightmare of pain to her... She couldn't wait for him to come back, as he had promised. She was all nervous, anxiously longing for an affectionate word from him... even if it meant more punishment right after, as it surely would be... The realization that she actually was a masochist person - just like her own mother had been; Ashley's drunkard father used to beat the hell out of the poor woman practically every day, but nevertheless she died loving him - was fully sinking in her guts by now, filling her soul with awe... and sexual craving.
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The sunlight hurt her eyes ( well, everything else was already aching in her tortured body, so welcome mr. Sun!, she thought quizzically ). Sam had opened the cage.
"How you doing, girl" - he asked.
She didn't answer. She glanced around nervously, looking for Harry.
"He's here, eating something at one of the tables. Come out"
He had to carry her out of the cage. She could hardly stand up, so beaten up she was. Sam untied her and help her walk some steps.
"I'll call him" - he offered.
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"Oh there she is, my little slut. I hope you had a good night, baby" - he laughed. He was munching chicken bones still, noisily- " Betty here says she forgot to bring you your meal. Bad, bad Betty" - he chuckled again.
"Oh you know I hate her guts. Why should I feed her? She used to be so cliché, always pretending to be the great lady... Ha!... Look at how she behaved last night! She's a piece of shit"
Harry was amused.
"Hey you're mean, Betty! Bad girl, bad girl..."
Ashley's feelings were very hurt by this display of indifference by him. Tears fell down her cheeks, but she remained silent. She thought she'd like to die...
He smelled her.
"Baby, you stink. You need a shower badly hee hee..." - he stumbled... then she noticed... he was drunk.
"You really need to have a bath hee hee... but I think I'll test your endurance first. I wanna see if you're now ready to become my full time slave, cunt"
She was tired and spent, but still she felt her anus contracting tightly, cold shivers running through her body. Was it fear or sexual yearning? Who cares anymore, she thought, probably both. She couldn't distinguish fear from lust clearly anymore...
"Betty, think of something humiliating for this bitch. I'm not done with her yet. She's so silly a bitch that I want to see more tears in her eyes again..."
Betty's eyes shone with perverse pleasure.
"Oh that's easy, baby!"- she said.
Betty had something in mind already. She was a pretty blue- eyed blonde of slender figure who attracted men easily. A bit on the cheap- looking moll side, but still definitely pretty. She had one defect, though. Her feet were always smelly, and everyone knew that at Sam's. Now after a long shift there, she knew her feet were going to be terribly smelly and sweaty when she took out her closed shoes, which she did.
"Get on all fours, bitch! I want you to lick and suck my toes clean!" - shouted Betty perversely.
Ashley looked at Harry instinctively, embarrassment making her blush intensely.
"Yes, obey Betty's commands. She's got my permission to abuse you"
She suddenly felt indignant.
"But... WHY?!"
He slapped her hard.
"Never raise your voice to me, honey" - he said calmly - " Next time you do that, I'll crush your bones"
She shuddered.
"No! Forgive me, pleeease. Daddy, I'll take anything you do to me, but her... please do not allow her. She's the real bitch, she never liked me!!...- she sobbed.
"I'm doing this to you, so you have no choice, slut. You must prove your total submission to me. Thus, you'll do as I want! Fail to be obedient, and last night will seem child's play to you, compared to what I'll do to you, bitch!! You're mine and you'll do as I say!!"
She lowered her head again. Nothing hurt her more than his shouting at her viciously. She wanted to say 'Yes, Daddy, please forgive me, Daddy. Please don't talk to me as if you hated me, please, it hurts me too much', but she couldn't talk at all. She could only sob in deep sorrow, her beautiful face so sad that Sam was feeling strongly tempted to stop vile Harry dead in his tracks... but he thought better. There was too much money at stake, so he decided to keep his cool...
"Get on all fours, you silly bitch!!" - yelled Betty, unmoved by Ashley's pain.
She sat on the dirt and took her shoes off. Her feet were nearly as pretty and delicate and small as Ashley's, but so smelly that Harry and Sam had to step back.
