Chapter 7
Jim and Lee took the choking, naked girl from the cabin and dumped her into the courtyard. Debbie cried out, throwing her arms around her chest while folding one leg over the other to protect her pussy from the freezing cold. A light breeze blew her hair out from around her throat. What were they trying to do, kill her with exposure? And where was Bill? Whenever he disappeared, the young woman felt a shock of horror course through her body. She didn't trust him, the true ringleader of this sick group of perverts.
The cold wind bit into her sweating temples. Snow began to fall, sticking to her face for a second before melting. Debbie shivered, feeling an odd kind of freezing pain begin in the soles of her feet. She cried out as another small puff of the icy wind slashed between her thighs. Ohhh, how the cold wind whipped through her pussy-hair, raising gooseflesh underneath. What were they going to do to her? Oh, God, she hadn't counted on something like this. So far all her torture had been sexual and, in spite of all her fine resolves, she had actually enjoyed it in the end. But this was something else. Now all the girl felt was discomfort and terror. Were they going to leave her outside like this, stand by and watch her shiver to death?
"Move!"
She felt someone grip her shoulders and give her a push forward. Debbie stumbled, her arms flailing to regain her balance.
"Walk to the corner of the cabin."
It was Bill, his authoritarian voice barking in the peaceful night. Terror nearly overwhelmed her. She felt terribly confused, naked and vulnerable in front of these men.
"Stop!"
She didn't dare turn around and see what the big blond was up to. The girl heard some stumbling around behind her, some muted laughter, then the sounds of metal rubbing against metal as if someone were screwing something together.
"Yeah, it's hooked up to the hot water tank!" the girl heard Bill mutter. What was he talking about? "Turn around!" he said loudly.
Sucking a deep breath, Debbie did as she was told, feeling all at once a blast of hot water smashing into her rib cage. The girl opened her mouth in shock. Jim and Lee held a firehose, or what appeared to be a tremendously large garden hose, in both hands, training a stream of warm water over her body. Debbie struggled to stay upright from the initial blow. She skated and slid on the wet mud quickly developing under her feet. They were cleaning her off, having attached the outside waterline to the hot water heater to keep from freezing the girl to death while they had their fun.
"No!" she cried, putting both hands in front of her, trying to soften the blow of the harsh stream of water.
"It's like cleaning pigs for the market," Bill shouted over the roar of the spray. He stood to one side of the two men, his hands on his thighs, laughing at Debbie as she struggled wildly.
The girl glared at him, trying to summon enough strength to spit at them. But that thought drew concentration away from the water. The next blast caught her unaware, the stream splashing around her ankles. With a howl, Debbie found herself upended. She fell heavily to the ground, creating a powerful splash of mud. "Ohhhhhh!"
Sticky wet dirt covered her legs, arms, face and belly. It appeared as if she'd been wrestling in the mud. The girl cried out, shaking her arms in front of her, sobbing, feeling as if she'd fallen into the worst filth in the world.
The crying blonde pitched forward, trying to struggle to her feet. But Jim and Lee directed the blast of water at her crotch. The water hit like a hammer on her sensitive flesh, peeling open her cunt-lips and setting a flash of fire over her clit. Debbie doubled over, her mouth slackening as a blast of wild, erotic sensation nearly paralyzed her. She stretched out one hand, pushing her fingers in the cold soft ooze of mud in front of her. Dear God, what was happening to her? First a dog, now this! What kind of horror had the men opened her up to?
The water was just warm enough to make Debbie sweat. Then a cold breeze would pop up, making the girl shiver and think she was going to die from exposure. It was an odd combination of feelings as she rolled on her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the blast of hot water. Her hair tangled around her neck as she struggled against the force of the gushing hose.
"Hey, piglet, hey, you like to get washed down?" Bill asked, throwing back his head and laughing drunkenly. Debbie wished she could rip his face off . . . tear the flesh of all three who stood there, reeling drunkenly, hosing her down, watching her perform in front of them like some kind of circus clown. But they were all too strong for her. All she could do was wallow there in the mud, swearing at them, hoping they'd soon grow tired of their sick little game and let her go back into the cabin to dry off.
Then Lee and Jim shot the water straight up between her long white thighs. Debbie hunched back at it involuntarily, wrinkling up her forehead, asking herself why she'd done something so odd, so foul as that. She'd just come. And besides, this was just water. What in God's name was she turning into? The blast of hot water then moved against her asscheeks. And when it shot back into her sore pussy, the water reminded Debbie of a large tongue driving into her cunt teasingly, caressingly, just as Champ's tongue had done only seconds before.
Debbie gasped, her slick body moving over the wet dirt. She didn't want to fully face the stream of water, afraid the men would drown her with it. She tried to turn sideways, keeping her back to them. Her white flesh reddened as the water massaged life back into her chilled body.
Jim and Lee stepped around, directing the water against every part of her body. Debbie tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was little chance of escaping the water. She lay on the ground, all the muscles in her body working, tensing, turning her one way then the other as mud splashed all around her.
"No, stop it!" the girl cried, knowing full well anything she said wouldn't be listened to. The hose blasted against her tits, the droplets driving into the flesh of her nipples. The blonde teen felt her entire body responding oddly to this horrible massage. The outside heat of the water was matching the growing heat surrounding her cunt and nipples.
Debbie covered her face. The shame of feeling herself crawling around naked in the mud in front of this trio wanted to make her die. She couldn't fight back. It was impossible. She was defeated, a pig . . . yes, a pig, just as Bill called her . . . foul, dirty, perverted! She deserved to wallow around in the dirt with the men surrounding her, laughing at her, calling her all sorts of names.
"Hey, bitch, come on, fuck the water! Man, you fuck everything else around here!"
"Yeah, come on, baby, get on it, ride it out," Jim taunted.
The incredibly heavy splash of water on her clit-zone and cunt-hole made Debbie's hips rise and fall shamelessly. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and frustration, letting her raised knees actually fall open and welcome the water. She tried to stop the crazy growth of her cuntal heat by holding her hands against the wet triangle of her pussy-hairs. Her hips still rolled like a boat tossed in a storm, her asscheeks sliding over the mud. She cried out, snapping her head back, feeling the cold mud oozing into her tight little ass-crack.
Every time Debbie put her hands over her pussy, Jim moved the stream to blast at her ass or her nipples. The waves of water bouncing off her rolling tits splashed into her nostrils and mouth. Debbie turned her head to the side, coughing and gasping for air.
Debbie couldn't hide the growing lust in her cunt. She knew she was sitting there, actually embracing the water. Oh, if only she could stop herself! She clenched her fingers into two fists and put them in her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing aroused her, she didn't want them to see her beginning to come.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!"
It wouldn't be long before the orgasm building up in her snatch went off. Debbie felt the tension in her crotch, felt that telling knot of lust slipping in her belly, felt that telltale chilly heat ripple through her pussy. Yes, yes, she was going to make it, climax with that damn stream of hot water hosing down her snatch. The young woman lay in the mud, feeling totally exposed to the rushing water. She hoped the men would stop when she started to come. If they kept on, the girl knew she wouldn't be able to stop anything they did to her until her climax tapered off.
Debbie twisted her hips, wallowing her shoulders and upper back in the mud as she let the water pelt her sensitive inner cuntal folds. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. The heat in her crotch grew more and more intense, sharpening as the water beat at her clit. Oh, God, God, she was going to have a big orgasm!
"Come on, baby, cut it loose," Bill muttered, licking his lips, watching the young woman thrash around in the mud some ten feet in front of him.
Debbie knew all the sweat and cum of the fucking and sucking orgy had been washed off by now. She wanted to feel that tremendous sensation again, that pulsing, vibrating sexual release that would make her teeth rattle in her head. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak to sweep over-poweringly over her body. "Ohhhhhhh, nooo!"
A quick movement of Jim's arm kept the water off her snatch. He played the stream over her tits, making her big mounds roll apart, then slap together as he directed the water back to her pussy. Debbie felt the tension ease in her cunt. Then the renewed blast sent it soaring higher once more. Jim and Lee were taking careful aim with the hose, making sure they toyed with the girl's clit enough to push her close to climax, yet far enough to keep her from falling over the edge.
"Oh, God, come!" Debbie moaned, jerking her head from side to side.
"You gonna make 'er do it?" Bill asked, turning to his buddies and shaking his head from side to side. He'd changed his mind, deciding to work the girl up, then keep her frustrated as he tried other sexual moves on her. Excited, frustrated, Debbie wouldn't protest so vehemently against kinky sex acts. She'd even be eager to try them out-anything to satisfy her pussy.
Once more, the hose blasted a hot stream across her belly and onto her tits. Debbie felt the water toying with her nipples longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. The full swell of her tits throbbed wildly under the hot flow. The girl curled her fingers in the mud, working her ass back and forth over the soft ooze.
"Mmmmmmmmm!''
Jim and Lee brought the flow back down to her cunt. This time, the blast opened the flesh around her clit. To Debbie, it felt like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the entire top of her cuntal mound. The teenager grunted and moaned, tensing herself, rubbing her thighs together, snapping her knees against one another, anything to hurry up her building orgasm. "Ohhhh!"
Debbie could have shrieked with frustration. Lee now played the hose between her thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her snatch. The water bounced from the wet ground to splash against the undersides of her thighs. Debbie pushed her ass up, tilting her cunt down, spreading herself for the stream. Ohhh, how good it was to feel the thrill of the water blasting against her asshole and snatch at the same time!
"Eat it up, bitch!"
The force of the rushing water aroused every part of her body now. The young teenage girl had never felt such a weird, powerful sexual high in her crotch. Even the insides of her thighs ached for the release promised by the throbbing in her clit.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhh!"
It was there, just out of reach. Debbie shut her eyelids tightly, straining internally, lowering her thighs. If only she could grab it, hold onto it while her cunt snapped shut and came and came and came!
"Go after it, baby," Bill whispered, gritting his teeth and grinding his jaws.
Debbie needed to feel that hot stream on her clit now. The top of her cuntal mound seemed tied in knots of sexual hunger. She was waiting for the last push over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled around, searching out that last small bit of hot sensuality that would pitch her into a wild orgasm.
Then the stream stopped. Both Bill and Lee realized what was happening inside the young woman. They moved the stream away from her pussy, blasting it into her face, making her pitch back and gasp for air. They played the stream back over her pussy again. Debbie screamed, feeling her cunt clench like a fist. She could almost hear the slapping of her cuntal walls as they snapped down on nothing.
"Okay, baby, you've had enough," Bill said, signaling his buddies with a motion of one hand to stop their water play.
"No, oh, God, no!" Debbie screamed, digging her fingers deeply into the surrounding mud.
"She's clean," he continued, walking up to the muddied, frustrated young blonde. Debbie peered up heavy-lidded at Bill, her whole chest spasming. She heard the other two laughing behind him. She was almost totally out of control. Debbie wanted to scream. The girl was almost strangling on her sobs.
"Man, what do you want us to do now?" Jim asked, holding onto the hose and directing the stream against one side of the cabin while Lee ran over to the spigot and turned off the water.
"Just take 'er inside and let me work on her for a while," he said, studying the sobbing young woman.
Debbie's head lolled. She was so hot she could barely focus her eyes on anything. Oh, if only she could bring herself off, if only she could take care of that hot tight throbbing between her legs.
"Come on, hurry up, damn it!" Jim shouted over his shoulder, seeing the water pouring from the hose ebb down to a trickle.
"That was pretty smart . . . tying the hot water line into the outside spigot," Lee said breathlessly, running back to Debbie.
"Careful," Jim warned, picking his way through the mud up to the squatting teenager. "Don't wanna fall in with her. Hey, Bill, how about some rags?"
Both men picked the girl up and dragged her away from the widening mud pool. Debbie couldn't tell if it was hot or cold outside. Occasionally, an icy blast from the north aroused her from her stupor.
"Here you go, guys. Bring her inside," Bill shouted from the cabin, tossing several rags out the door.
Debbie was cleaned up, then carried back into the warm cabin. She felt her flesh relax as the hot air struck her body. Jim shifted his grip on Debbie's torso as he worked her through the doorway and into the large center room. He set her down while Lee slipped his arms around her knees and swung her around on what Debbie guessed was the table their beer cans had been on.
The blonde teen felt herself lifted once more, then set back down on the hard surface. She let herself dangle over it, her arms and legs hanging over the sides. The girl breathed slow and easy, trying to hide the nervousness fluttering in her belly and chest. The rising sexuality had calmed down somewhat. Her pussy had cooled off.
"Yeah, yeah, a good hot bitch . . . and she's even hotter now!" Bill said under his heavy breath.
Debbie felt fingers move around her belly, the touch making her flesh crawl with horror and revulsion and . . . yes . . . excitement! That working over with the hose in the courtyard had brought her up to a fever pitch. Now almost anything they did to her would be welcome if it would help her achieve sexual release.
"Let's see how much she can take," Bill muttered, motioning to Lee and Jim. Debbie felt hands pull her arms together above her head. Then one of the men picked up something that clanked, something that shackled her wrists to something hard and cold. For a second, the girl wondered why her feet and ankles were left untied.
Bill muttered under his breath, then heard the other shuffling around behind her head. The girl felt the table tipping. Letting her eyelids open a little wider, Debbie saw she was facing one of the walls. As the table tilted vertical, Debbie realized her wrists had been handcuffed together, attached to what she realized was an iron ring screwed into the side of the table. The next phase of her ordeal was about to begin. •