The punk girl down the street

"Come with me" you say, heading toward the front door

Erin hesitates. She is completely nude after all. "But sir... what if someone sees me?"

She has much to learn, you think. "If someone sees you they'll no you're a filthy fuck pig. And if they don't believe it, you're going to get on your knees and prove it to them, understand?"

She takes a breath.

"Is this what you want or isn't it?" You ask.

"It doesn't matter what I want." She answers. You smile. Well, maybe she doesn't have that much to learn.

So she follows you outside. You watch to see if she makes a move to cover her body with her arms once she's exposed to the world. She doesn't. This is all new for her. In all the time you've dominated her, you've kept her for yourself. But now you're introducing her to the world. And introducing the world to her.

You start heading down the street. She follows.

You pass one house, two, three. She follows.

"Do you know where we're going?" You ask.

"I think so sir." she says happily, excitedly. "We're going to Donna's place!"

You don't answer.

"Is it true? Is Donna one of your fuck pigs?"

You look back at her and smile. She leaps a bit with joy, her perky b-cups bounce.

Donna is a punk-looking girl who lives on your street. Erin has commented before on how pretty she thinks she is.

Donna is tall and thin with pixie-short black hair, b-cups just like Erin, a pierced nose and tattoos down one arm. She's not entirely unlike what Erin would look like if you decided to make her into a complete and total alternative punk slut. Now there's an idea, you think.

You arrive at Donna's front door. No one noticed you on your walk. It's a shame, you think, and you wonder if Erin is a little disappointed. Still, not having to stop for her to suck off a stranger means getting to Donna's more quickly, and that's a good thing.

You ring the bell.

The door opens.

And there stands Donna, slim, naughty, staring at you and this naked girl you've brought with you.

She wears a white wife-beater and white panties. Beneath her top you can see her wearing a leopard-print bra.

And that's why she shouts "Fuck!" And immediately runs back into the house.

You chase.

This is a game you play with Donna. She disobeys you. She gets punished.

You chase her around the room for a bit, until she trips and falls hard, her thin body flopping onto the floor.

You jump on top of her and give her a quick slap across the face. Then you spit on her. "You whore!" you shout.

She does her best not to smile.

"You cunt!" you shout again. "Why the fuck are you wearing a bra?"

"I'm sorry sir!" she begs as you slap her. Meanwhile Erin has followed you in and closed the door.

"Did I not burn all your bras?" You say tearing her wife-beater off her. Literally ripping the fabric off in your hands.

"You did sir." She pleads. She is so wildly sexy when she is like this.

It's all happening so fast, you wonder if Erin can keep up.

"Who wears bras?" You demand. You've gone over this before.

"People do." Before you can tear off her panties, she slides them down her long thin legs herself, exposing her cunt, wet, bald, pierced clit.

"And what are you?"

"I'm a pig" She whimpers. She looks tough, covered with tattoos and piercings, almost a 6 pack in her tight abs. But with you she whimpers. "I'm a fuck pig."

You pull off her bra and toss it across the room, then step back. You wonder if Erin has noticed how Donna's breasts are pierced exactly like hers. You wonder if she's noticed that Donna's pussy tattoo says 'sick slut' unlike hers.

You shake your head in disappointment. "You're barely a slut at all."

"No sir look!" she says, raising her hand and sliding it between her lips, shoving her fingers down her throat for a moment. She retches. Then relents. "Look what I did for you." She goes for it again, shoving her hand down her throat. A lot of saliva comes out this time. "For when you fuck my throat." She gives it a third go, this time with success. Her body gags and shudders hard, then the contents of her stomach empty.

Cum. Lots of cum. It flows out of her mouth, down her neck and onto her tits.

She pants and huffs hard. "From... ten men. Just like you asked. Just this morning."

You are a little impressed, if this is true. "You sucked off and swallowed ten men this morning?" you ask.

"Yes..." she heaves. "So that when you fucked my throat this time, you could see what I slut I was. You said I needed to be a better slut."

She has a point, you did say that to her last time. "Wait..." you wonder. "How did you know I was going to come over here today?"

"I didn't. I've been preparing every morning for the past week." She smiles, a big toothy, naughty smile.

And a part of you is proud. It's almost enough to make you forgive her... yet again.

"Am I... am I forgiven?" She asks.

You step toward her, keeping her in suspense. She stares up at you with eyes, circled in dark eyeliner.

You slap her.

"Thank you sir." She whispers. And then glances across the room almost noticing Erin there for the first time. "What... what did you bring me?"

"I brought you your own sick slut." You smile.

Donna gives Erin a good look over. "She doesn't look like that much of a slut."

What a wonderful world you live in, you think, where your girlfriend, nude, horny, writhing, pierced nipples, and tattooed with the word 'slut' looks practically prude by comparison.

"How would you fix that?" You ask

Donna smiles up at you, her eyes eager, excited. You've never given her this much freedom before. "Cunt!" she shouts to Erin. "Come here cunt!"

And Erin obediently walks over, her breasts still heaving, her body goose pimpled with excitement.

"What would you like me to do?" Donna asks you.

"Whatever you like." You say to her surprise.

"What do you mean?"

"You're free to do to her whatever you want. Show me how filthy that mind of yours is."

Donna licks her cum-covered lips. "Cunt! Get on your knees and bow before me!"

Erin does just that, quickly on her knees in front of where Donna sits on the floor, her head down. And Donna grabs a handful of Erin's long hair. Erin winces and hisses.

Donna looks up at you one more time. "Whatever I want?" You nod.