Chapter 7
Tina kept her swollen and reddened eyes open until the last second. She could see the swollen little lips on either side of his piss hole stretching apart.
She could see the yellow liquid shooting from the winking eye at the tip of his flaccid and dangling pecker, then she closed her eyes as tightly as she could get them.
Tina crushed her long red eyelashes against her high cheekbones and wrinkled her eyelids. Her usually smooth forehead became deeply furrowed.
Her slender eyebrows became increasingly angular with her frown-yet she continued to hold her mouth open as far as it would go.
The little girl instinctively knew that the piss would burn her eyes if any got in them. The biker missed her mouth with his piss at first.
He did this on purpose. He sprayed her entire face with urine, just to enhance her already incredible degradation and humiliation.
Then he used his fingertips to re-adjust his aim. He made his pee go right into her mouth. The little girl only had two choices at that moment.
She could drink.
Or she could drown.
That was like no choice at all.
Tina drank.
The piss burned her tongue and her throat as it went down. The pee felt sour in her already troubled tummy. Fresh tears fell from her eyes.
She stifled her urge to gag. Luckily, her gagging muscles were already exhausted from the abuse they had received earlier, so stifling them was not as difficult for the little girl as if would have been if she had tried to do it before getting her precious kisser fucked by ten men.
She tried to take the piss down without swallowing at all, by simply opening up her throat--like she was pretending she was a college student chugalugging a stein of cool beer.
She drank until Greasy's bladder was completely empty.
He jiggled his prick and allowed the last few droplets of steamy urine to rain down upon her cute little face. She opened her eyes.
She still wasn't done. All of the bikers had now decided that they had to take a leak-and they all wanted to do it in the little girl's mouth.
The little girl had been convinced earlier that she was going to have a nasty sore throat after getting her gullet plowed so many times.
But this, to her delight, did not turn out to be the case.
She found that the bikers' come was soothing on her ravaged gullet tissues. The come had worked as a medicinal balm as it slithered down the entire length of her throat toward her belly.
All of the pain caused by the face-fucking had been washed away by the come. Now her throat was beginning to burn once again because of the piss she was forced to swallow.
When all ten of the men had finished pissing in her mouth Tina's stomach finally turned on her. She moved to her hands and knees and puked her guts out.
While the bikers all restraddled their stripped down Harley choppers, kicked their engines into a roar, and left the area, Tina was still having the dry heaves in the grass.
She retched until bile came out of her mouth and then she continued to retch. She felt as if she had left the real world and had woken up inside somebody's nightmare. She couldn't believe that something like that had actually happened to her. She knew one thing for sure. If she did any sunbathing at all during the remainder of the summer, she was going to do it with her bikini on, and she was going to do it in the privacy of her own backyard.
She managed to clear her head and stop throwing up after a time. She put her bikini on and then her shorts and her tee shirt. She gathered up her blanket and her tiny radio.
She thought about walking down to Blackwood Creek to clean herself up a little bit-then she figured that probably wasn't smart.
She couldn't stop thinking about the abuse she had received. She didn't feel traumatized. She didn't tell herself foolish things like she would never be the same again.
She was not seriously injured. She might have a bruise here and there, but she didn't think anyone would notice there was anything wrong with her once the redness left her eyes and the scent of puke had been washed away from her breath.
She couldn't help but wonder why her fear and pain had had such a sweetness to them. She. almost felt as if she had enjoyed the abuse. She felt cleansed and enlightened by the abuse she had received.
The little girl didn't sleep well that night, as might be expected. She ended up jerking herself off by rubbing her cunt against a corner of her pillow three times before she finally managed to fall asleep.
The next day Tina did something that was very strange for her. She went to the Painted Post Public Library, which was on Main Street, right next to the police station and the firehouse.
She looked up "SEX" in the card catalogue and found that there were many books written on the subject. She pulled them down from the shelves and took them to a table. She began to read.
The little girl discovered that there was such a thing as sado-masochistic sex. She learned that, just as there were men who liked to hurt women, there were women who enjoyed being hurt by men.
Tina correctly assumed that she fit into the latter category. That was why she had enjoyed it so much when Mr. MacIntyre bit her nipples so hard.
She continued to read. She read about bondage, slave training, watersports, golden showers etc. By the time she left the library that afternoon she felt as if she knew everything there was to know about S and M sex.
And she was anxious to try it all!