OK. Everything was ready. Sharon hit the "record" button and began talking toStacy as she crouched on the coffee table facing the camera, legs spread andcunt glistening.

"What’s your name?"

Stacy looked confused.

"What’s your name?" Sharon repeated, menacingly.

"S-Stacy," came the uncertain answer. "Stacy R-Richards."

A small trickle of cum dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. The blondeslut was still playing with herself and was obviously very close to having anorgasm.

Sharon shook her head.

"What is your name?"

Understanding dawned on Stacy’s cum-encrusted face. She looked like she wasabout to cry.

"Cumslut," she answered quietly, trying to keep the cum in her mouth. "My nameis Cumslut."

Sharon smirked at her.

"What are you, Cumslut? What do you do?"

Stacy moaned, trying not to come. She looked beseechingly at her tormentor, butSharon just stared back at her.

"I’m a whore," the blonde answered, broken. "I’m a slut." Her left hand, theone 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 whohad been raping her. The girl who had rescued her.

"I… what you said about g-guys…" Karen’s arm felt good on her shoulder. Itsomehow made her feel safe and warm.

"You were right…"

The tall brunette fought back the tears. "You were right about them…" Shelooked over at her rescuer. She saw the greasy hair; the weight problem; theacne…

"Ashley…"

The other girl began to speak, but Ashley cut her off with a finger on herlips.

"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’slips as she babbled away.

"I’m a toy; a sex-toy. I need to be fucked all the time. I love to have cocksup my ass and in my cunt and in my mouth."

Stacy - Cumslut - felt the waves of pleasure pulse up from where her fingersrubbed frantically at her clit. In spite of the humiliation - or as a result ofit - 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 itdribble over my lips and all over my face."

She could feel her face reddening with intense humiliation, but she was unableto 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 couldblackmail 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. Shestopped 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 tobring 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 rubbingfuriously 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 intoand through a massive orgasm. The sperm she had been holding in her cheeksexploded outwards, drenching her lower face and tits as she screamed and sobbedon the coffee table.

What a slut!

Finally, Stacy crested the top of the orgasm. Sharon watched as she slowlycalmed down.

"Cumslut…" the blonde teenager mumbled, over and over again, her fingers hardat work in her dripping cunt. "…Cumslut…"

The room fell silent for a moment, but then Stacy began to build herself backup 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 towhisper 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… spankedme?"

Karen nodded dumbly.

"I… well…" Ashley was obviously embarrassed. "Would you… would you do ita-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 waslooking 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." Sheshifted slightly in her seat.

"Come here."

Moving carefully, her flesh bruised and aching from the rough treatment in thehouse, Ashley spread her long, luscious body out over Karen’s lap, ass upwards.

Karen wasted no time. She immediately began administering strong, rhythmicslaps 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 wasreplaced by a slow wave of pleasure which spread steadily outward from whereher pussy rubbed against Karen’s knee.

"I’m sorry… I’m sorry…" Ashley kept repeating this phrase as the pleasurebuilt 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, quicklysending 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 theeye, her eyes wide with adoration.

"I love you," she whispered.

Hawkins slowly rubbed his hand along his rapidly hardening cock as he watchedthe scene in front of him. He had already come three times that night, but thatblonde 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 aslut she was and other stuff like that, all the while dribbling his cum downher chin. This went on for a long time until the fat chick told the slut shecould finally come, which she did almost immediately. What an orgasm! The bitchthrashed 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, thenleaned in and whispered something in her ear. Immediately, the blonde stoppedfrigging 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 mutteredsomething 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 thedried cum. Her entire body was wracked with violent sobs. Hawkins noticed thather 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, onthe coffee table. Her blonde hair was matted with sweat and cum; her face, oncebeautiful, was red and splotchy with tears and sperm; her lithe body wasbruised and caked with dried sperm. And, all the while, her left handcontinuously frigged at her exposed pussy, the metal charm bracelet glintingmockingly in the light.