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Disclaimer: Once again, this is a fantasy. I in no way endorse non-consensual sex or violence against women. If themes of bondage, degradation, and humiliation offend you, you may want to look elsewhere for your entertainment. However, if these appeal to you, then please, read on!

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When Megan had finished relieving herself, she knelt in the gravel, her bare mound hovering inches above her feces. She told herself that running away would be futile, since she had no idea where they had taken her, but deep down she knew that part of her wanted to remain - a kernel of desire she hadn't known she possessed until now. She wanted to see what else Leslie might make her do, what other dark parts of herself her captors would force her to confront. She found herself panting at the thought, her face flushed with poorly concealed desire.

Noticing this, Leslie leaned over, her moist lips touching Megan's ear, and whispered, "My, my, you are a filthy little slut, aren't you, Blondie? Shitting yourself right in front of Tom and I really turned you on, didn't it?"

Megan nodded, her head bowed in disgrace. She tried to focus on bayburt escort the pain in her tightly bound wrists; anything to take her mind away from the confession she had just made. She wondered if she really was what Leslie had made her claim to be: a filthy piss and shit whore, hopelessly turned on by the basest and most animal of her bodily functions.

Leslie ran her fingers over the girl's spine, her bright red nails digging little furrows in Megan's pale flesh. "Don't worry, bitch. You aren't the first girl I've broken, and you won't be the last." She dug her nails in a little deeper, drawing blood and making Megan wince. "I bet you'd like to come now, wouldn't you slut?" Leslie purred, her fingers resting at the small of Megan's back.

Megan nodded, her cheeks bright with shame and hope. "I would, Ma'am," she whispered. "Please...let me come."

"And why would I let you do that?" Leslie asked, her nails pausing their slide down into Megan's derriere. "Please, explain to me why the smelly, slutty animal at my feet should be permitted such pleasure?"

Megan paused for a moment, trying to bayburt escort bayan remember the single bondage porno she had seen once, at a slumber party some years ago. "Because I've been a good slut," she murmured, hoping that this would be enough to convince Leslie to allow her to pleasure herself.

Leslie cocked an eyebrow and smirked, clearly pleased with this turn of events. "And what if I don't think you've been good enough? What if it doesn't please me to permit you to come?"

"Only if you wish it, Ma'am," Megan whispered, unsure of what else to say, and too ashamed to try any further.

"Oh girl, I can see that you're trying, and it does please me." Leslie smiled, and for a moment Megan dared to hope. "But much as the sight of you pleasuring yourself would amuse Tom and myself, desperate girls are far more fun to play with. And you, my horny little slut, are not nearly desperate enough yet."

Megan whimpered, but knew better than to complain; her pussy was still sore from her last lesson, dispensed from the steel toe of Leslie's boot. Her throbbing, bruised clit ached to be touched, escort bayburt and Leslie's refusal had only inflamed it further. To be told, by someone else, that she couldn't come, and to be left wondering when release might find her...this had been one of Megan's fantasies for as long as she could remember. She was surprised, but also pleased, to find it playing out in this most unlikely of situations.

Leslie waved Tom over, her smile fading into her usual stern, commanding expression. "Come on, Tom," she called, "let's get this whore strapped to the dolly and inside so we can hose her down."

"Aye aye, captain," Tom said, mock saluting her, a huge grin on his face.

"Oh, and Tom," Leslie said, her lips twisting up into a cruel smile, "get the scoop and bag up some of her shit. We're out of dog food again, and I bet the other girls are hungry."

Tom laughed. "Very cruel, Leslie, very cruel."

Leslie went over to Tom and kissed him on the cheek, her spandex covered pussy resting against his knee, taunting him with its warm wetness. "Yes, I am Tom, yes I am," she murmured, licking his ear. "For example, just think of how long I've been teasing you. And how much more you're going to have to do if you ever want to get inside my pants." She paused, her perfect teeth nibbling at his earlobe. "Now, let's get this bitch inside and show her just how cruel I can be."

To be continued...