Claire s Mistake From CFO to Piggy Part 1
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Looking down at Claire, I laughed at how stupid and degraded she looked. "What a dirty fucking whore," I said. "You know, ladies and gentlemen, I think she's more like a pig than a dog or a cat, don't you?" The audience standing around watching Claire's continuing abasement laughed and nodded their agreement.
"Yeah", chortled a guy wearing a dinner jacket, "A dirty fucking cum pig. That's what she is. What are you, whore?"
"A c…cump…ig, sir," mumbled Claire, blushing with shame.
Christina pushed her way through the party goers and stood in front of Claire. "Yeah, that's right," she said, grabbing Claire's hair in her fist and pulling Claire's head back. Amy lent over, holding a black magic marker pen, and began to write in large block capitals on Claire's breasts and belly, speaking each word as she wrote it, "Dirty …… fucking …… cum pig."
Claire looked so degraded kneeling there with those obscenities scrawled across her smooth skin.
"Time you showed us what a pig you are, slave," I laughed and ordered Claire onto all fours. "Come on," I said, starting to walk towards the large French windows across the room, "Follow me outside, piggy. Time for you to roll in the dirt like the sow you are."
I led Claire outside. The night was clear and cool, a light breeze coming in over the mountains. A full moon shone brightly in the sky. The French windows opened up onto a large paved area raised above the garden itself. Stone steps led down to the expansive lawn and the flowerbeds, bushes and lush vegetation that stretched away down the hillside. A series of lawn lights and torches illuminated the whole garden.
I walked across the paving and down the steps. Claire followed on her hands and knees, head lowered. The concrete slabs must have been hard and unforgiving against her bare knees. I could tell she was feeling the cold of the night. Her beautiful soft skin was covered in goose bumps, her nipples were hard and erect, and she shivered slightly as she crawled. I was glad I was wearing my jacket.
A large group of the party goers followed us outside. Some of them stayed on the paved area, chatting and sipping their wine, leaning on the balustrade, looking down to the garden below where they knew Claire's humiliation would continue. Others followed us down to the lawn for a closer view of what was to come.
I led Claire to a large patch of dirt in the middle of the lawn that the gardener had cleared for planting but at the moment was left empty. I ordered Claire to kneel by the dirt patch. I examined Claire's face with amusement, her expression a mixture of dread and puzzlement. It was clear she didn't know what was going to happen to her next. That of course made what was going to come all the more delicious.
A few seconds later, Christina appeared on the lawn, carrying the end of a garden hose. She came and stood by me, looking down haughtily on Claire, kneeling naked in the moonlight.
"Okay, Christina," I said, "Make some mud for this pig to roll in." Christina grinned and trained the hose on the dirt patch, sending a stream of icy cold water into the dirt patch. Claire watched in horror, her naked body shivering in the cold night air, as the water poured out over the soil. Within about three minutes, the dirt patch was a pool of sticky mud.
Turning to Claire, I patted her on the head, "You like that, pig. Lots of gooey mud for you to roll around in like the dirty bitch you are." Claire was silent, a single tear of humiliation rolling down her left cheek.
Christina produced a pair of handcuffs from her purse and handed them to me. I ordered Claire to put her hands behind her back, clipping the handcuffs around her wrists. I then dangled the handcuff key in front of Claire and tossed it into the middle of the muddy patch.
"Fetch it, whore," I ordered, "Now." Resignedly, Claire began to shuffle forwards on her knees, falling onto her side on the grass. The crowd cheered and laughed as she fell over. Claire squirmed on the grass, attempting to right herself, but found herself unable to do so. She then began to crawl on her belly over the grass to the muddy pool. She paused as she reached the edge and then gingerly wriggled into the mud. The dark sticky mud oozed up her body with a pleasing squelching sound. Desperately she tried to keep her face and hair out of the icky mud but without success. Soon the front of her body was coated in mud, and flecks of mud dotted her back and buttocks. Each movement of her body resulted in her being sucked a little deeper into the muddy pool.
Soon she was near the key and was forced to lower her face into the mud in order to try to grip it between her teeth. Claire was by now covered in mud, rolling in the muck like a pig. The night was filled with laughter as we watched Claire's increasingly desperate attempts to find the key. Helplessly, she rolled around in the gunge, her face and body now caked in the sticky mud with barely any part of her not plastered in the gooey sludge. Each movement resulted in a loud squelching sound as the sticky mud enveloped her. Her hair, face, tits, crotch and ass were completely covered in muck. She looked like what she was - a dirty filthy pig rolling in the mud.
After a minute or two, Claire managed to find the key and grasped it between her teeth and began to crawl back to us. After a further minute, Claire had hauled herself out of the mud and lay on the grass, her naked body plastered in sticky mud, breathing heavily, the key clasped between her teeth.
"What a pig," Christina laughed as she looked down at Claire's nude mud caked body and the sight of the degraded and defiled slave wriggling on the grass. The thoroughly humiliated pig was allowed to remain there for a while to allow the guests to appreciate her predicament, wriggling around covered in filth on the grass, the laughter and lewd comments of the party goers ringing in Claire's ears.
After a minute or so, I bent over and unlocked the handcuffs. "Get on all fours and oink like the pig you are," I ordered. Claire obeyed, tears running down her face, cleaning little trails down her muddy face. Everyone laughed as Claire oinked and snorted like a pig, her naked body still plastered in a layer of thick sticky mud.
"Time to get you cleaned up, piggy," I said after a while. I ordered Claire to stay on all fours and lift her head up. She looked so stupid, crouching there, her dirty face upraised, the whites of her eyes standing out in the midst of all the filth.
Slowly, deliberately, I unzipped my fly and eased my engorged penis out of my pants. Smiling, I pointed it at Claire's face and began to piss on her.
A steady yellow stream of piss flooded over Claire's face. Claire closed her eyes as the urine poured over her, hitting her forehead, gushing over the bridge of her nose, down her cheeks, washing away the layers of sticky mud. Steam rose from Claire's face as the hot piss hit the cold night air. I directed the stream of piss so that it washed over all areas of her face - her cheeks, her mouth, her hair.
Soon I was spent and shaking the last drops of urine out, tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up. Claire's face was now smeared with a mixture of dirt and piss. Droplets of pee tricked off her chin and nose.
"T … thank you, sir," she stammered. I nodded in appreciation - this girl was learning!
"Get on your back, pig," I snapped and Claire obeyed, rolling onto her back, lying flat on the grass. Christina crouched over Claire's face, lifting her skirt. Meanwhile, a group of ten men gathered round the prostrate slut and unzipped their pants, taking their cocks out.
"Okay," I said, "Let's clean this slut up."
The ten men began to direct streams of piss over Claire, soaking every inch of her. Pee splashed over her breasts, poured over her belly, soaked her crotch, ran over her legs. Meanwhile, Christina aimed her pee over Claire's upturned face, filling her mouth, the piss gushing over her cheeks and chin. Soon Claire was lying in a pool of piss slowly soaking into the grass, her once pristine skin soiled with dirt and urine.
I allowed Claire to wallow in the mixture of dirt and piss for a minute or so - sufficient, I hoped, to fully appreciate her humiliation. I then ordered Claire to her feet and to stand spread-eagled on the lawn while Christina used the hose to wash her clean. How she squealed and screamed as the cold water drenched her, Christina taking particular pleasure in aiming the stream of cold water into Claire's crotch and over her boobs. At one point, the helpless slut was ordered by Christina to turn round so her back and ass could also be cleansed. After a minute or so, Christina shut the water off and Claire stood there, soaked, rivulets of water trickling off her, shivering with cold. Once she was clean, I told Claire to get back on her hands and knees and follow me back into the house.
Back in the house, I ordered Claire onto her knees once more. People gathered round expectantly to see what was going to happen next. I have to say that I was impressed with how much ill treatment the little slut could take.
I looked down on Claire kneeling before me stark naked, her skin damp from her soaking, shivering from cold and humiliation, her nipples erect, her skin chafed and red in patches. She looked beaten, degraded, helpless to resist, resigned to further mistreatment.
If only she knew that what she had experienced over the past hour or so was just a warm up, a prelude to her ultimate humiliation and degradation.
"Yeah", chortled a guy wearing a dinner jacket, "A dirty fucking cum pig. That's what she is. What are you, whore?"
"A c…cump…ig, sir," mumbled Claire, blushing with shame.
Christina pushed her way through the party goers and stood in front of Claire. "Yeah, that's right," she said, grabbing Claire's hair in her fist and pulling Claire's head back. Amy lent over, holding a black magic marker pen, and began to write in large block capitals on Claire's breasts and belly, speaking each word as she wrote it, "Dirty …… fucking …… cum pig."
Claire looked so degraded kneeling there with those obscenities scrawled across her smooth skin.
"Time you showed us what a pig you are, slave," I laughed and ordered Claire onto all fours. "Come on," I said, starting to walk towards the large French windows across the room, "Follow me outside, piggy. Time for you to roll in the dirt like the sow you are."
I led Claire outside. The night was clear and cool, a light breeze coming in over the mountains. A full moon shone brightly in the sky. The French windows opened up onto a large paved area raised above the garden itself. Stone steps led down to the expansive lawn and the flowerbeds, bushes and lush vegetation that stretched away down the hillside. A series of lawn lights and torches illuminated the whole garden.
I walked across the paving and down the steps. Claire followed on her hands and knees, head lowered. The concrete slabs must have been hard and unforgiving against her bare knees. I could tell she was feeling the cold of the night. Her beautiful soft skin was covered in goose bumps, her nipples were hard and erect, and she shivered slightly as she crawled. I was glad I was wearing my jacket.
A large group of the party goers followed us outside. Some of them stayed on the paved area, chatting and sipping their wine, leaning on the balustrade, looking down to the garden below where they knew Claire's humiliation would continue. Others followed us down to the lawn for a closer view of what was to come.
I led Claire to a large patch of dirt in the middle of the lawn that the gardener had cleared for planting but at the moment was left empty. I ordered Claire to kneel by the dirt patch. I examined Claire's face with amusement, her expression a mixture of dread and puzzlement. It was clear she didn't know what was going to happen to her next. That of course made what was going to come all the more delicious.
A few seconds later, Christina appeared on the lawn, carrying the end of a garden hose. She came and stood by me, looking down haughtily on Claire, kneeling naked in the moonlight.
"Okay, Christina," I said, "Make some mud for this pig to roll in." Christina grinned and trained the hose on the dirt patch, sending a stream of icy cold water into the dirt patch. Claire watched in horror, her naked body shivering in the cold night air, as the water poured out over the soil. Within about three minutes, the dirt patch was a pool of sticky mud.
Turning to Claire, I patted her on the head, "You like that, pig. Lots of gooey mud for you to roll around in like the dirty bitch you are." Claire was silent, a single tear of humiliation rolling down her left cheek.
Christina produced a pair of handcuffs from her purse and handed them to me. I ordered Claire to put her hands behind her back, clipping the handcuffs around her wrists. I then dangled the handcuff key in front of Claire and tossed it into the middle of the muddy patch.
"Fetch it, whore," I ordered, "Now." Resignedly, Claire began to shuffle forwards on her knees, falling onto her side on the grass. The crowd cheered and laughed as she fell over. Claire squirmed on the grass, attempting to right herself, but found herself unable to do so. She then began to crawl on her belly over the grass to the muddy pool. She paused as she reached the edge and then gingerly wriggled into the mud. The dark sticky mud oozed up her body with a pleasing squelching sound. Desperately she tried to keep her face and hair out of the icky mud but without success. Soon the front of her body was coated in mud, and flecks of mud dotted her back and buttocks. Each movement of her body resulted in her being sucked a little deeper into the muddy pool.
Soon she was near the key and was forced to lower her face into the mud in order to try to grip it between her teeth. Claire was by now covered in mud, rolling in the muck like a pig. The night was filled with laughter as we watched Claire's increasingly desperate attempts to find the key. Helplessly, she rolled around in the gunge, her face and body now caked in the sticky mud with barely any part of her not plastered in the gooey sludge. Each movement resulted in a loud squelching sound as the sticky mud enveloped her. Her hair, face, tits, crotch and ass were completely covered in muck. She looked like what she was - a dirty filthy pig rolling in the mud.
After a minute or two, Claire managed to find the key and grasped it between her teeth and began to crawl back to us. After a further minute, Claire had hauled herself out of the mud and lay on the grass, her naked body plastered in sticky mud, breathing heavily, the key clasped between her teeth.
"What a pig," Christina laughed as she looked down at Claire's nude mud caked body and the sight of the degraded and defiled slave wriggling on the grass. The thoroughly humiliated pig was allowed to remain there for a while to allow the guests to appreciate her predicament, wriggling around covered in filth on the grass, the laughter and lewd comments of the party goers ringing in Claire's ears.
After a minute or so, I bent over and unlocked the handcuffs. "Get on all fours and oink like the pig you are," I ordered. Claire obeyed, tears running down her face, cleaning little trails down her muddy face. Everyone laughed as Claire oinked and snorted like a pig, her naked body still plastered in a layer of thick sticky mud.
"Time to get you cleaned up, piggy," I said after a while. I ordered Claire to stay on all fours and lift her head up. She looked so stupid, crouching there, her dirty face upraised, the whites of her eyes standing out in the midst of all the filth.
Slowly, deliberately, I unzipped my fly and eased my engorged penis out of my pants. Smiling, I pointed it at Claire's face and began to piss on her.
A steady yellow stream of piss flooded over Claire's face. Claire closed her eyes as the urine poured over her, hitting her forehead, gushing over the bridge of her nose, down her cheeks, washing away the layers of sticky mud. Steam rose from Claire's face as the hot piss hit the cold night air. I directed the stream of piss so that it washed over all areas of her face - her cheeks, her mouth, her hair.
Soon I was spent and shaking the last drops of urine out, tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up. Claire's face was now smeared with a mixture of dirt and piss. Droplets of pee tricked off her chin and nose.
"T … thank you, sir," she stammered. I nodded in appreciation - this girl was learning!
"Get on your back, pig," I snapped and Claire obeyed, rolling onto her back, lying flat on the grass. Christina crouched over Claire's face, lifting her skirt. Meanwhile, a group of ten men gathered round the prostrate slut and unzipped their pants, taking their cocks out.
"Okay," I said, "Let's clean this slut up."
The ten men began to direct streams of piss over Claire, soaking every inch of her. Pee splashed over her breasts, poured over her belly, soaked her crotch, ran over her legs. Meanwhile, Christina aimed her pee over Claire's upturned face, filling her mouth, the piss gushing over her cheeks and chin. Soon Claire was lying in a pool of piss slowly soaking into the grass, her once pristine skin soiled with dirt and urine.
I allowed Claire to wallow in the mixture of dirt and piss for a minute or so - sufficient, I hoped, to fully appreciate her humiliation. I then ordered Claire to her feet and to stand spread-eagled on the lawn while Christina used the hose to wash her clean. How she squealed and screamed as the cold water drenched her, Christina taking particular pleasure in aiming the stream of cold water into Claire's crotch and over her boobs. At one point, the helpless slut was ordered by Christina to turn round so her back and ass could also be cleansed. After a minute or so, Christina shut the water off and Claire stood there, soaked, rivulets of water trickling off her, shivering with cold. Once she was clean, I told Claire to get back on her hands and knees and follow me back into the house.
Back in the house, I ordered Claire onto her knees once more. People gathered round expectantly to see what was going to happen next. I have to say that I was impressed with how much ill treatment the little slut could take.
I looked down on Claire kneeling before me stark naked, her skin damp from her soaking, shivering from cold and humiliation, her nipples erect, her skin chafed and red in patches. She looked beaten, degraded, helpless to resist, resigned to further mistreatment.
If only she knew that what she had experienced over the past hour or so was just a warm up, a prelude to her ultimate humiliation and degradation.
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