She inched Sandy's tender inner thighs with her fingernails while she caught tiny bits of pussy-flesh between her teeth and bit down until Sandy cried with pain.
She grabbed Sandy's pussy-lips in her hands and pulled them in opposite directions, jerking one forward while she pulled the other back, pulling them wide apart and then slamming them together.
Sandy couldn't stop cumming. The pain of the splits she had been left in for hours was ferocious. Being upside-down for so long made her confused and light-headed.
Licking Bridget's stinking feet made Sandy want to vomit, the effort of washing them was almost too much for her to stand. Still she came, helplessly and powerfully.
Her body writhed with the wild, thrilling sensations that were shooting through it.
Without warning, Bridget stripped the bindings from Sandy's legs and dropped her to the ground. Sandy moaned in shock and pain as her head hit the floor. She rolled over on her stomach and looked up at Bridget. It took her a few moments to realize that, for the first time in days, she was completely free of ropes and chains and cages.
"All right, Sandy," Bridget said in a reasonable voice, stripping off the nice, conservative blouse and skirt she was wearing. "You dance and work out and all that shit. You probably think you're a real in-shape bitch. So here's the deal. Kick my ass and get past me and you're free as a bird. I mean it, Sandy, the guys aren't here now. This is just you and me, and this is your big chance. In fact, if you can kick my ass, you can kick me right out of the house, and none of us will ever bother you again. But if I kick your scrawny little slutty ass, you're mine for keeps. When you give up, you'll mean it, bitch. You'll belong to me for as long as I want you, and I'll do whatever I want to with your skinny little whore's body."
Beneath her skirt and blouse, Bridget was wearing a vented black leather bodysuit. It made her huge tits stick up and off her chest like torpedoes. It revealed her navel and her pussy mound. She slipped on a pair of black leather boots that strapped up past her knees, then looked back up at Sandy. The abused blonde beauty trembled at the sight of the gorgeous, powerful redhead. It took every ounce of her failing strength to keep from groveling at Bridget's feet and begging to be her slave.
"Get ready for an ass-kicking, Sandy-slut," Bridget said, walking forward. "I'm going to bust you up into little pieces." Sandy wanted to scream at the unfairness of what was happening. If she had been at full strength she might have been able to hold her own against the tall redhead. Now, though, days of rape and torture and starvation had robbed her of almost all of her strength.
Her long, lean legs wouldn't even support her weight now. Three days of being folded double inside the cage and a day of being locked into a split that supported all her body's weight had made her well-toned thigh muscles limp. "Why are you doing this to me?" Sandy asked. She stood up, then fell down with the first step she tried to take. Her long, gorgeous legs knotted with cramps from the effort of standing. "I brought you into my house. I was nice to you. Why are you doing such terrible things to me?"
"You don't get it, do you, Sandy-slut?" Bridget shook her head as though she couldn't believe how stupid Sandy was. "There are two kinds of people in the world, Sandy. Masters and slaves. Most masters spend their time trying to find the sexiest, sluttiest slaves they can get. A lot of slaves don't even know what they are unfulfilled someone teaches them their place. I needed two things, Sandy-slave, a place to stay and a slave to fuck around with. After I'm done with you, I'll have them both for as long as I need them." Sandy had just struggled back to her feet when Bridget grabbed her. The svelte blonde struggled frantically in the hands of the redhead, but she was too exhausted and battered to put up much of a fight.
Bridget tangled one hand in Sandy's silky blonde hair and held her in place while she punched her three times in the face.
Blood ran from Sandy's nose and lip. She blinked her eyes, dazed by the blows. Bridget didn't let up for an instant, bracing Sandy with one leg and slamming her fist into the silky hollow of her stomach. She buried her fist into the tiny pit of Sandy's stomach again and again, driving the air from the sexy slave's lungs as she pounded her willowy frame.
Sandy hooked her legs around Bridget and toppled the voluptuous redhead to the floor. Bridget cursed as she fell, keeping her hold on Sandy's lustrous blonde hair and dragging the beautiful captive down on top of her. Sandy struggled for freedom with all her failing strength, but she never had a chance. Bridget drove her knee into Sandy's cunt twice, four times, eight times and then drove her fist into Sandy's upthrust tits, back and forth a dozen times. Then her knee slammed into Sandy's helplessly exposed pussy again and again and her fist switched to Sandy's face, pounding her over and over. While the sleek blonde was squirming in agony, Bridget rolled over on top of her and twisted her arm behind her back.
"Give up, slut-slave!" Bridget hissed, her elegant face red with exertion, anger and lust. She twisted Sandy's slender arm up between her shoulder blades, almost snapping it in two. "Tell me you're my slave, Sandy! Tell me that everything you've got belongs to me!"
Bridget wrapped her lush legs around one of Sandy's silky thighs and rubbed her dripping cunt all over her beautiful captive. She lay down across Sandy's back, trapping her twisted arm tightly between their bodies, and began to swab her tongue teasingly over Sandy's pretty, battered face. "Give up, slut!" she gasped, cumming from the delightful silky feel of Sandy's thigh. "You don't want me to break your pretty arm, do you?" Sandy struggled desperately beneath the big, sexy redhead, but she didn't stand a chance of escaping. Her beautiful face was twisted into a mask of pain from her twisted arm and despair from her lost chance at freedom. Bridget licked and kissed all over her face, delighting in covering Sandy's perfect features with a sheen of slobber.
Desperate, almost unconscious from the pain and fatigue she was feeling, Sandy slammed her head back into Bridget's face. The luscious redhead screamed with rage and surprise, releasing Sandy's arm and tumbling back off her. It took every last ounce of strength Sandy possessed to roll over, and when she did, what she saw filled her with terror.
Bridget was standing over her, a thin trickle of blood trailing from her nose and a look of rage on her beautiful face. Before Sandy could scramble away Bridget lashed out with her sharp-toed boot, catching Sandy right above her left hip. Pain exploded through the beaten blonde.
Sandy tried to crawl away, but after a dozen kicks she didn't have the energy left to move, didn't even know what direction she was crawling in. Bridget walked over her limp body, digging her sharp heels into Sandy's soft, bronzed asscheeks and long, flawless back. Then she stepped on Sandy's hair, holding her in place while she kicked the shit out of her. Bridget kicked her everywhere. Her pointed boots sliced into Sandy's proud tits, sexy shoulders and slender arms. She lashed her foot into Sandy's tiny, sucked-in stomach and the enticing rise of her ribcage. Her cruel boots found Sandy's firm asscheeks and long, sexy legs, and ripped into the swollen mouth of her battered cunt a dozen times or more.
Bridget kicked the shit out of Sandy, and when the slender, sultry blonde lay unmoving at her feet, only the rise and fall of her chest evidence that she hadn't been kicked to death, Bridget leaned down and sank her strong hands into her tits.
"Rise and shine, cunt!" Bridget screamed, spreading her legs, bracing her back and jerking Sandy up into the air by her tits. "You don't think you're getting off that easy, do you? Bloody my nose, will you? I might just tear these tiny tits off and stuff them down your scummy, cocksucking throat!" For the second time in less than an hour, Sandy came to consciousness screaming in mortal agony. Her firm, pointy tits felt as if they were being torn from her body as Bridget lifted her up by them.