"Is that what we are?"

"I remember you. You were a stupid little smart-ass slut. I'll put you away for this! I'll see that you rot in prison!"

Josie slapped her face. Then she slapped her again, this time harder. The blows stung Zelda. With her hands tied behind her back, she was helpless. She moaned as Josie pinched her nipples. Josie used her fingernails to cut into Zelda's tender flesh.

"You're the stupid slut," Josie said. "You'll find out how stupid you are."

She let the razor rest lightly on Zelda's throat and she leaned down to get close to Zelda's face.

"One cut right here and you're done," Josie said. "Do you understand me?"

Subdued now, frozen with fear, Zelda whispered: "Yes."

After that Josie rose. "I want some fun with her," she said to Malcolm.

"We ought to get her out of here," Malcolm said.

"In a little while," Josie said. "First I see what her face feels like."

Josie put the razor down and unbuckled the belt of her jeans. Zelda was dismayed as she watched the girl. She had an idea what was coming.

She watched Josie strip her jeans off. Thin Josie's panties came sliding down her long legs. Josie's pussy-hair was thin and black. She had a small round ass and long smooth thighs. Zelda thought Josie had the thighs and legs of a dancer. Then Zelda realized how stupid it was to admire Josie's sleek body. I ought to be considering how to kill her, Zelda thought.

But she had no time to consider anything except what Josie wanted her to consider. In a moment Josie was at the bed again, this time climbing over Zelda to squat over her face.

"Get friendly with it," Josie said. "It's going to be your best friend."

Zelda looked up at Josie's crotch. She could see everything, Josie's cunt and cunt-hole, and then beyond that the girl's dark, puckered asshole. Josie's dark cunt-lips gaped obscenely. Zelda grimaced as she got a whiff of the girl's cunt-smell.