Strip and cum

You look her up and down. Her body is fantastic. There's not an inch of needlessness on her entire frame. And her legs are long and statuesque - something out of a fantasy.

Of course reality and fantasy are now inseparable. After all, she just called you "sir." As she should have. You are the great breaker of celebrity fuckpigs. Time to get to work.

"Take off your clothes." you say.

Kerry looks around. The driveway is fairly well secluded. But it doesn't mean no one could see you. "Right here?"

You shake your head in disappointment. She needs work. "Of course right here. Strip!" you demand forcefully.

And suddenly Kerry melts before your eyes. "Yes, sir... sorry to question you, sir." as she paws at her garments, pulling off her shirt, undoing her bra, exposing her lovely breasts and dark nipples to the fresh air. Then pulling down those tight jeans and panties, all the way down her long legs, exposing her recently traumatized slit, sopping wet, eager for more, topped by a smallish bush, trim in size, but with hair as wild and frizzy as that on top of her head.

You take a good look, making sure she appreciates that at this moment her sole purpose in life is to be on display for you. Kristen stands behind you. You don't see her but you can sense her. And you have no doubt she's proud of this trophy she's brought you.

"Cum" you say.

Kerry's voice trembles. "Where to?"

And you have to suppress your own laughter. You think to turn to Kristen to signal her to fix this situation, but no signal is necessary. She's already on it.

She stomps up to Kerry and smacks her hard across the face. Poor Kerry never sees it coming and she drops down to her knees.

"Never, ever, address him unless you're on your knees, understand?" Kristen's eyes are wild. This is one of the few times that she gets to assert power over anyone or anything. You let her do it. "Now when he tells you to cum, you're going to cum all over the fucking place, right here, right now." She smacks Kerry again. "Understand? And while you do, I'm going to tell you what a fuckpig you're going to become!"

"Yes, sir... I mean, ma'am, mean, miss." Kerry seems completely lost. You didn't think it was possible for her expression to seem even more glossed over and entranced, but it does, almost as if her eyes are going to roll back into her head from just the cruelty alone."

But she does manage the strength to follow instruction, and slips three fingers deep into her dark twat.

Kristen spits on her, the thick spittle landing right above Kerry's left eye. "You want to switch lives with Sasha? After we're done with you, Sasha will want to switch lives you with. Sasha is going to seem like the most boring little vanilla virgin compared to what we turn you into. Got it?"

"Ngh." Kerry's noise is nonsensical. She's getting lost in her own voracious rubbing, but still trying to dignify Kristen's beratement.

"There is nothing too demeaning for you!"

"Mmph."

"There is nothing too degrading for you!"

"Grrrggh."

Kerry rubs at herself harder and more fervently than you've ever seen a woman rub. She bites her juicy lips and you think she may draw blood from them, the moment is so intense.

You can tell she's about to cum. Kristen was right, she is a quick cummer. Her flesh glistens with sweat already. her body convulses.

And suddenly, unexpectedly, Kristen grabs her wrist and pulls her hand out of her dripping pussy. Kerry gleams at her, crazy-eyed, uncertain why this is happening when she's on the brink of cumming.

"You're going to become this." Kristen says. "You're going to abandon everything you know. You're going to abandon your family. You're going to live here with us, as a fuckpig. Aren't you?"