A look of concern flashed over Antonella's face, and Karen felt a grim rush of satisfaction. The two men might hold her in their power, but she wasn't about to let this whore tell her what to do.
Antonella watched coolly as the dumb blonde bitch rushed her. She'd hoped to goad that slinky little cunt into attacking her, had hungered for a chance to really unload on the high-classed bitch.
She'd wanted the cunt's husband for years, wanted the power and wealth that she could wangle from the old man, but all she'd ever managed to get were the kind of scraps a man tossed a part-time mistress.
Now she was going to have it all, and she was going to have the cunt who'd stood in her way for her plaything.
Antonella ducked just as Karen reached her and slammed her fist into the bronzed surface of Karen's flat belly. Then, before the blonde could buckle, Antonella jerked back on her leash, pulling her upright, and dug her long, sharp fingernails into the sensitized lips of Karen's cunt. She closed her fist tight, a handful of pink cunt-flesh trapped inside, and the abused blonde widow began to scream.
"Bitch!" Antonella hissed as she choked Karen with one hand and tortured her cunt with the other. "Pig! Don't ever try that again or I'll tear your stuck-up little cunt to pieces. Do you hear me?"
Karen knew that the weakness of her body had let Antonella beat her so easily. Battered and exhausted as she was she should have known that she'd be no match for the fresh woman and the terrible claws she had at her disposal.
She nodded her head, her spirit crumbling, accepting the terrible fact that her dead husband's mistress was now her master.
"Oink if you hear me, Karen." The brunette roughly pulled the blonde's lithe body against her own.
She ducked her head and sucked the tender whiteness of Karen's throat on either side of the cruel leather collar she'd fitted her with. "Oink like a pig if you hear me. Oink like a little bitch piggie who wants to take a bath and suck a lady's cunt."
"Please…" Karen whimpered, leaning her body against Antonella, barely able to stand now that the adrenaline burst that had fueled her rush at the dark-haired woman was fading. "Please… I'm sorry, Mistress. I won't do anything like it again."
"Sweet thing," Antonella cooed, her voice all light and happiness once more. She was biting her way over the proud thrust of Karen's shoulder now, leaving red tracers that would fade to bruises in her wake. "Sweet little blonde piggie. Do you want to take a bath?"
"Please…" It felt like the sexy brunette was tearing her cunt-lips to pieces. "I would like that very much, Mistress. Oh, please."
"Do you want to suck my cunt?" Antonella asked innocently, biting down the flawless flesh of Karen's right arm. She was working her way around to the inside of the arm, where the flesh was less tanned and more sweet. "You want to lick and suck my cunt and tell me how sweet it is, don't you?"
"Please…" Karen didn't know what else to say. She could deny the evil woman nothing, but she couldn't oink like a pig. She couldn't demean herself so completely in front of the two men. "Let me suck your cunt, please! I want to suck your cunt until you come!"
"Then oink like a pig, bitch!" Antonella hissed and bit into the tender flesh of Karen's armpit until a scream jittered from the tormented widow's lips and a trickle of blood flowed down her side. "Oink, pig! Oink!"
Karen collapsed, her legs buckling beneath her. Antonella backed away, relinquishing her grips on the woman but not the one on the leash, and let her fall. Karen landed in a tangle of arms and legs and splashing blonde hair, whimpering wordlessly at the high-heeled feet of the sadistic brunette. She knew that she looked like a cowering animal at the feet of its master.
"Oink!" Antonella commanded, sounding almost bored now. She jabbed the spiked heel of her right shoe into the bouncing firmness of Karen's left tit. "Oink like a pig, piggie, or I'll have to punish!"
Karen looked up at the whip Antonella had curled around her right forearm. She knew it could flay the flesh from her bones. She knew that even without it Antonella was her mistress, and she must obey her. She opened her mouth and bleated like a broken animal.
"That's the best you can do?" Antonella asked almost sadly. She prodded Karen's cheek with her foot. "Lick my shoe a little, piggie. It got smudged when you fell down."
Karen still oinked as she opened her mouth and flapped her tongue over the leather slickness of Antonella's high-heeled shoe. She was mindful of the fact that Antonella hadn't told her she could stop.
The first touch of her tongue against the shining leather made her feel a little sick, but she didn't let it stop her. Oinking like a pig, Karen licked the shoe until it shone with her spit.
It occurred to Karen now just how beautiful Antonella was. She was so dark, so exotic, so perfectly formed. Her figure was like an hourglass, full-breasted and wide-hipped, and her legs were so long and shapely, her waist so perfectly narrow.
Karen felt ashamed of her own slender figure, her blonde hair and thin face. It was no wonder that her husband had wanted to sleep with this woman. Karen was barely worthy to lick her shoes.
"Oh yes, honey, that's the way to do it!" Antonella was rubbing at the clearly outlined lips of her cunt now, dragging the hard butt of the whip up and down over the leather that encased them. "Don't forget the bottoms. Suck on the heel honey, just like it was a big, fat prick."
Karen slurped over the dirty bottom of Antonella's shoe, then took the cruel spike of the heel between her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and ran her tongue up and down its shaft. She flicked her tongue at its cold leather surface the way she would have teased along the throbbing hot length of a cock. Her mouth began to water and her cunt began to heat up. She was getting hot being forced to lick the filthy soles of a woman's shoe.
"Look at her cunt!" Wayne shouted from the other side of the room. "She's getting hot again!"
"Is piggie getting hot?" Antonella asked, a look of concern draping its way across her face. "Oh, my poor little piggie. Licking my shoes gets you all hot in your slimy cunt? Then I guess I'll have to let you lick the other one!"
Karen shuddered with shame and lust as Antonella lifted her other foot and wiggled the spiked heel in her face. Karen knew how she looked groveling at the feet of the sexy brunette bitch, but she didn't care anymore. Her cunt was beginning to squirm and the pain and fatigue were beginning to fade from her body. She eagerly sucked the spike of the second shoe into her mouth, and she crawled her lips around the dirty sole as if she were kissing the face of her husband.
"So good," Antonella whispered. She was pinching her nipples now as she tilted her foot this way and that, making sure that Karen got every inch of its surface wet with her spit. "So good, piggie. Keep oinking. Lick up over my stockings!"
Karen's eyes flashed to the lusting woman's cunt. Karen could still see its form, the fat lips and short, narrow gash between them. She could make out the lush crop of hair that was almost pressed flat from the sweaty embrace of the leather. Karen knew that Antonella's cunt was going to be the target where her mouth was guided, but that didn't matter. She had never sucked a woman's cunt before, the thought of lesbianism had always been horrible to her, but that didn't matter either. She was a slave here, no better than a pet dog at the feet of her masters. Antonella wanted her to worship at her cunt, and so she would.
She oinked like a pig as she lathed her tongue over the thin material of the brunette's stockings. She licked over both shapely, sexy ankles. Her own ankles had never struck her as beautiful, but lolling her tongue over Antonella's made her gasp with pleasure. She licked higher, over the little humps of Antonella's calves, making sure the gauzy material of her stockings was evenly moist with her spit. And she made her mistress yelp with sudden pleasure when she fastened her lips to the back of first one knee and then the other. She remembered the dark-haired woman's vicious bite at her own tender cavity. But she gave no thought to reciprocating. She was a dirty slut and deserved the bite. Antonella was a Goddess.