Fetch in the mud

Once outside, Tanya slapped her **** across the face, exactly in the same spot as Candace. It stung like a bitch.

Tatiana looked at Tanya bewildered. She had done everything as commanded. She had gotten twelve men to come all over her face and hair in the men's washroom. She had done everything as commanded, having played topless football with the boys, having let them come in her eyes, having begged for the most humiliating things imaginable. She was a good girl.

Tanya slapped her again.

Tatiana teared up, started blubbering.

It had started raining. The football players were nowhere to be seen. A few onlookers were still in the park, and they were coming closer to check out the spectacle of a topless girl in a tiny pair of panties sobbing, mud-splattered, face covered in cum.

"Oh, shut up," Tanya told her charge. She yanked back the folded dress and **** it down over Tatiana's head. It was inside out, the pale lining showing through a hint of the flowery print on the other side, the seams rough and prominent.

"But..." Tatiana sobbed as the inside-out dress was jerked down over her sticky, splattered curves. The fabric was unyielding, rough, chafing.

"Shut up," Tanya said with the dress finally in place. "You are horrible whore. You destroyed that poor woman's relationship and topped it off by draining your jizz facial onto her. You should be ashamed of yourself."

The gypsy's granddaughter wiped at her runny nose. Her cumstains faded as her inside-out dress was slowly turned transparent in the rain.

Tanya thrust a stick in her face.

"Fetch this like a dog," she said, tossing it into the distance

Shocked, Tatiana got on all fours and crawled through the field after it as the ground slowly turned to mud. A few stragglers looked on at the sight.

Tanya smirked.

The gypsy grandmother tapped on Tanya's shoulder severely.

"We need to talk, fool."