her finances

"Jill, you can't hurt me," said Kyle thinking she might try to kick him in the balls or brain him with a lamp. "You also can't tell anyone I control you. Crawl on your hands and knees and get your purse. Pick it up with your mouth."

Jill crawled over to the couch and got her purse. She bit on the handles and turned around.

"Bring it over here, bitch!"

Jill crawled to Kyle.

"Now drop it. Sit there and quietlly finger fuck your pussy and anus, but do NOT orgasm. Get yourself as close as you can to orgasm, but don't orgasm!

Jill dropped the purse from her mouth. She wanted to scream, but instead just reached one hand between her legs. She put her chest on the floor, turned her head sideways and put her cheek on the floor then reached behind her to finger her asshole with her other hand.

Kyle took out Jill's wallet and her credit cards. He walked over to Jill's computer and pulled up the internet.

"Fuck yourself faster and deeper, bitch!" yelled Kyle after a few minutes.

Jill was panting and sweating as she fucked herself violently. She was on the edge of orgasm, but could not get there.

After a half and hour, Kyle walked over to the sweaty, panting Jill. "Orgasm, bitch!"

Jill collapsed on the carpet. She panted heavily. Cum leaked out of her pussy.

"Sit up and suck your fingers clean, bitch!"

Jill sat up and sucked the cum off of some fingers and the slime and filth off of the other.

"I just maxed out your credit cards ordering sex toys and porn. A LOT of porn, some not quite legal. Oh, and I sent a box of dildos to your mom."

Jill was thoroughly humiliated. She had dried cum all over her face, she was sweaty, cum was leaking from her pussy, and she had the taste of her pussy and asshole in her mouth.

"Now, without saying a word, go to your computer, take a photo of your cum covered face and smile like you enjoy it. Post that photo to your social networking sites with the caption: 'I love a face full of hot, sticky cum!"

Jill got up and went to her computer. She sat on her chair and felt the cum leak out of her pussy. She pulled up the camera options, smiled and took a photo of her cum covered face. She posted the pic and caption on the two social networking sites she was a member of.

"Good, now we need to go to the bank to empty and close your accounts and sell your car for the lowest amount we can get...maybe at a scrap yard. Got put on your most expensive outfit. Don't clean up first."

Jill was in shock. She was weeping as she thought about her cute red Mini Cooper. She went into her bedroom. She slowly put on a silk suit: black knee lenght skirt and matching blazer, silk blouse, and the most expensive pair of shoes she owned.

She walked back to Kyle.

"No, look like you are enjoying this. No more crying. Now hurry and get me a pair of scissors."

Jill smiled. She tried not to, but could not help it. She ran and got Kyle a pair of scissors.

"Stand still, bitch." Kyle took the scisssors. He started cutting her skirt. When he was finished, it barely covered her ass and crotch. He then cut the buttons off of the blazer and the top four buttons off of the blouse. He cut the sleeves off othe blazer too.

Jill just smiled her stupid smile as Kyle shredded her most expensive outfit.

"Hmmm, maybe a new hairstyle too?" asked Kyle, snapping the scissors closed!