Like the Dirty Bitch She Is

Yana grabbed the camera she had placed earlier. It remained on, but Yana wasn’t about to expose herself to the camera even to humiliate Daffney. Nobody would have any proof that Yana had been stripped to her skivvies.

Switching the camera off, she returned to a cowering Daffney. She looked upon her blonde opponent and hate sprung inside her like bile.

“Come here, bitch.”

Yana grabbed Daffney by the hair and **** her to her feet. She frogmarched her toward the churned up grass surrounding the car park.

“Stop covering.” Yana paused. “You do what I say and I’ll give you some of your clothes back. Now stop covering.”

Little by little, Daffney swiped away her tears and let her arms fall to her side. Now she could see her little tits and blonde bush in all its glory. But it still wasn’t enough.

She slapped her on the ass, making her jump.

“Kneel on the ground.”

Daffney did so.

“Now, I’m going to treat you like the dirty bitch you are.”

Before Daffney could ask what that meant, Yana grabbed her by the back of her blonde hair and **** her into the mud. Daffney yelped as her face was **** into the mess with a squelch.

Her face was covered in brown and Yana ran the mud through her hair, turning it an entirely different colour.

Yana, then, **** Daffney whole into the bog. Her white skin disappeared and she resembled the lowest form of trash there was.

“Now, look at the camera, Daffney. Don’t stand up. Crawl. Crawl like the shit you are.”

Daffney was crying salty tears. They ran down her muddied face as she crawled in the mud. Yana filmed the whole thing, catching her drooping tits, her ass, and even her pussy from behind. After a good few minutes filming, she turned the camera off, satisfied that she’d asserted her dominance.

“M...my clothes?” Daffney cried.

“Wait right there.”

Yana gathered up her own clothes and redressed, leaving Daffney shivering and crying for as long as possible. She collected the tattered remnants of her clothing and the shoulder bag. Hurling the keys into the wilderness, she tossed her the tennis shoes.

“There you go. Don’t want you to hurt your feet, do we?”

Daffney wailed as Yana packed up and left her enemy in the parking lot with nothing more than a pair of shoes to begin her walk of shame.