Chapter 10
If only she could have fainted.
If only she could have passed out and remained unconscious!
Cindy wished she could have been less strong, more of a shrinking violet. Surely that would have spared her so much pain, so much humiliation. But that wasn't to be.
The men were experimenting with her-or so they explained as they sat her in a tiny wooden cage and forced her to cross her legs at the ankles and tuck the balls of her feet under her buttocks.
Joe slipped his belt buckle off, sliding it around her arms, then forcing them up against her thighs and securing one to the other. Cindy bent forward, feeling the leather belt creasing the flesh of her arms.
What was worse, however, was the way they had bent back her arms, holding her forearms behind her spine and bringing them up, fixing her wrists together with a double wrap of quarter-inch line.
Cindy struggled, working her hands against one another, her fingernails scratching her upper back. Her shoulders ached from being roped in.
To keep her head from moving too much, Mike had slipped a noose-like rope around her neck, pulling the free end back and tying it tc one of the slats of the cage she was in.
When Cindy tried to cry out for help, Joe took what appeared to be a harness, sliding it around her jaw and making certain the broad leather strap covered her lips. It was all the teen could do to breathe!
Struggling against the confines of the rope biting into her flesh, she peered through the wooden slats like a caged animal, feeling despair settling on her like a cloud. She was restrained, unable to move a muscle, the cramps in her thighs and upper arms growing worse without her being able to relax her muscles. It was a slow torture, one the men knew she was enduring and they loved to watch.
"See? Man, she's really goin' through hell now," Joe said, kicking the side of the cage.
Cindy winced. Every movement was hell to her. She bit down on the leather strap, her forehead creasing as a throb of pain shot through her body. Her naked ass scraped over the three wooden slats at the bottom of the cage. Splinters knifed into her, making her gasp in pain.
When the girl settled back down against the bottom of the cage, Mike moved up to the front, leaning heavily against the top and unzipping his trousers.
"That's the way, baby, that's the way I like women sometimes ... nice and quiet, not shootin' off their damned yaps," Mike snarled, pulling his prick out and wagging it in front of her face.
Cindy moaned through the gag, watching as a droplet of pre-cum bubbled to the surface of his piss-slit. He was stroking his cock. She furrowed her brow, wondering what on earth he was planning to do to her. Her wonder ended suddenly when a small stream began trickling from his pisshole.
He was peeing on the floor in front of her! She could hear the splattering of his piss even though the rope around her neck kept her from looking down. She shuddered, groaning, when she felt the first hot droplets ricocheting off the floor and hitting her knees.
Struggling against the bonds, Cindy squirmed back against the cage, feeling the strangling tug of the noose around her neck. She swallowed hard, closing her eyes and chewing down on the leather gag. His piss stream was twisting now, growing stronger, edging up to the first slat.
Cindy's eyes rounded when she saw him grip his prick and hold it up, sending the stream right into her face. The girl's breath caught, her belly turning over in disgust as she felt the piss slick down her cheeks.
Wildly she pulled her head one way then the other, her fingers knifing into her upper back while her arms struggled against the strap holding her thighs. She shivered, making gagging sounds beneath the leather strap as Mike directed the stream up into her hair, then down to her nose, finally to her cheeks.
Cindy groaned once more, the awful stink rising around her, reminding the teen of a toilet!
Joe was laughing, moving up to the cage while his buddy went dry. Cindy sighed with relief, feeling the awful warm stream finally die down.
"Here, lemme take over. My bladder's so fuckin' full I'm gonna pop."
Cindy made wild, awful sounds through her gag, shaking her head as best she could, risking the cutting, chafing feel of that noose around her neck. It was to no avail.
Joe moved in, spreading his thick-muscled legs wide apart while unzipping his fly and pushing his pants down around his knees. She saw his dark cockbush, saw those heavy-hanging balls, saw his long, thick cock hanging limply between his thighs.
He directed the fat head of his cock right at her face. Cindy shuddered, closing her eyes, praying God to give her strength.
Joe reached through the narrow slats and unbuckled her gag, tearing it from her mouth. A scream escaped from the teen's lips as she coughed and choked, hating the men for what they were doing to her.
Reaching in again, Joe grabbed her hair, pulling it. Automatically Cindy stopped her tirade, her lips parting while her eyelids flickered.
"Here, you hold 'er like that while I piss in her mouth."
Mike laughed, slipping his cock back into his Levi's, then moving to the side and yanking a fistful of her hair back.
Cindy let out a cry. She looked at the men with wild despair, her flesh breaking out into a glistening sweat while Joe adjusted his standing position and held his heavy prickmeat with both hands. Bending his knees a little, farting, he started to piss.
Cindy swallowed hard.
He pissed onto her thighs first, the urine spattering onto her belly, filling her navel with the warm oily fluid. Cindy felt her belly gurgling, the bile rising hotly up her throat.
Joe didn't give her a chance to vomit. Quickly he moved the yellow stream up, the spray stinging her chin, droplets spattering up into her eyes. Wincing, Cindy gasped as she felt the filthy piss stinging her lips now. Joe hesitated for only a minute, then directed the stream right back into her throat.
Cindy thought she would die this way, drowned in a sea of piss! She could feel the warm fluid sloshing around in her throat, wave after wave washing over her tonsils, some of it spilling over her lips and dribbling down her chin.
Blinking her eyes quickly, Cindy noticed his prick was growing hard, the stiffness choking off his piss supply.
Joe flicked off the final drops of urine from his dick, reaching forward and opening the clasps to her cage.
"She stinks. Man, let's get the bitch outside and clean 'er up. I wanna fuck this little slut without feelin' like I'm fuckin' a goddamned toilet," Mike growled.
Cindy spat the foul mixture of piss and spit onto the floor, using all her will power to keep from vomiting. She was sure they would make her lick it up if she were to retch in front of them.
The men kept her bound, rolling her to the doorway. Bruised, dazed, the young teen thought she would pass out if they continued to beat her.
Mike unhitched the strap binding her upper arms to her thighs. Cindy was released, her body sprawling out in front of them. It took some time for her to regain feeling in her hands and arms.
Joe gathered her up from the floor and pitched her outside.
The cool air felt good as she fell onto the porch floor. Cindy lay there.
"Get her over to the pump," Jack said.
Carrying her by the waist, Mike hauled her to a small handpump twenty feet down from the cabin.
Joe followed, carrying a small pan. The men filled that pan five times with icy water, splashing Cindy with it, cleaning the piss from her body as she screamed and shivered with each bathing. Finally they were through.
She looked over one shoulder at the narrow winding dirt road behind her. She didn't have the strength to bolt. She didn't have the will to run from them as they towered over her.
Joe knew what she was thinking. "Good move, bitch. It wouldn't have been real smart tryin' to make a run for it-'specially when we're gonna let you go."
Cindy's heart leaped. She could hardly believe it! She nearly threw herself at their feet and kissed their boots in gratitude, forgetting about the pain and degradation she had suffered.
"Now crawl back to the car over there ... now!" Jack commanded.
Cindy pushed the wet hair from her face, rolling over onto her hands and knees until her firm, plump ass was well exposed to the men. She knew she would have to pay a further price for her freedom.
Moving on her hands and knees, Cindy kept her eyes on that car. Mike and Joe were behind her, kicking her, slapping her ass until it burned more and more from the blows.
Once she slipped, falling onto her side, jerking into a fetal position, when Mike bent over and slapped her hard across her face with the back of his massive hand. Quickly she scrambled back onto her hands and knees.
Cindy continued to crawl until she was up to the car door. Joe opened it for her and kicked her in, slamming it shut behind her. The girl was nearly faint with relief, hugging herself and trying to keep from screaming hysterically as she saw the men get in and start the car.
Evelyn had survived as well. The boys had fucked her at the same time, drilling their pricks into her body until she thought they would tear her to pieces. Somehow she managed to keep her sanity and fucked them back, knowing that she would be in rut and they could fuck her as much as they wanted.
It had happened, of course, and Evelyn gave them a ride for their money.
"Greedy whore," Sam muttered, pulling the woman back into the car and driving her home.
She was the first to arrive, rushing from the vehicle as soon as Sam opened the door.
Closing the door behind her, Evelyn grabbed the rags of her dress and held them close to her tits, hearing another car pull up. At first she thought they were back and Evelyn began looking wildly for a knife to fend them off. Then a soft knock at the kitchen door told her otherwise. Cautiously she cracked it open and saw her daughter swaying from side to side, long red marks on her half-naked body.
"What ... who?"
But Cindy couldn't talk. She fell forward, collapsing in her mother's arms and sobbing.
Evelyn's mind was racing around with an unbelievable fury as she thought about those two men who had accosted her in the store. Could it be...
"Ohhhh, Mother..." Cindy cried.
Evelyn pushed all thoughts from her mind. She had her daughter to care for. They would talk in the morning.