Chapter 9
Diane screamed out again as the voltage seared her cuntlips. Someone was pushing the needles in harder, nearly breaking the slick membranes. And how those sparks from the needles sent streamers of delight rushing into her brain. The young girl gasped, begging for the pain to end. And yet at the same time she prayed God that this mixture of agony and pleasure would go on forever. She couldn't believe anything could be so over poweringly wonderful.
"Uhhhhh!"
Incredible! Diane felt herself cumming! It wasn't the earth-shattering climax she had had with the men. But it was an orgasm, anyway. More needles raked her tits, cunt and ass.
Diane bawled louder, banging her body against the coffin lid. Her clit sputtered and sparked like a tiny flare while her sphincter snapped shut. Her knees rattled against the front of the casket while her nipples felt so full and distended. She had to be fucked again! Oh yes, she had to have a man's prick in her soon! That thought seared her brain as she twisted and banged around in the narrow coffin. Gasping and sobbing, Diane sagged against the wooden barrier. She was so hot she thought she would surely burn up. And there was even less air in there now than before! Oh, she had to get out!
As if Sam could read her mind, the door suddenly cracked open. Diane sighed, feeling a rush of cool air against her damp face.
"Whooooeeee! Smells like hot pussy in there!" someone cried out.
"Yeah, looks like the voltage really turned on the little slut."
"Come on, baby-come on outta there. Looks like you need a breather!" Sam caught her with both arms as she fell forward. He pushed her against the back of the case, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "Had enough?"
"What do you want? Oh, God, what do you want me to do?"
"Just what you've been doin', baby. Goin' nuts with cock."
"Please, you've done enough to me. I can't take anymore! I just can't."
Diane slumped heavily against him, feeling her mind whirling. Her fingers clawed at his dirty T-shirt. She could hardly stand. They had fucked her so much, had tormented her so much.
"You want to rest back there-in the coffin?"
"No!"
Diane jumped with terror, brushing the hair from her eyes. Never. Never back there in that horrible coffin where she didn't know up from down!
"Then come over here."
Sam dragged her toward the pulleys again. For a wild moment, the girl thought they were going to dangle her from the ceiling. But they went past the device, beyond an old water heater, toward something dimly white in the darkness. Jack flipped on another switch. They stopped. Diane narrowed her eyes, finding herself staring at an old white porcelain bathtub. It was positioned over a drain built into the floor. The porcelain had yellowed with age.
Diane turned and looked questioningly into Sam's eyes.
"Get in the tub, and sit down," Sam ordered.
Diane couldn't imagine what on earth he was up to. But anything had to be better than the coffin. Reluctantly, she climbed into the tub, settling her bare ass down on the hard, cold porcelain. A shudder raced through her body. Her nipples began to harden just from the freezing surface pressing up against her legs and asscheeks. Sam was rubbing his cock again. Were they going to fuck her in here? What was the purpose? She looked up at them. Sam and Burt had come up to the tub, Gus and Jack standing back a bit. They all had strange looks in their eyes, looks that made the teenager tremble with fear and loathing. Something terrible was about to happen, she felt.
Sam was the first. He took out his prick, holding the cockhead between his fingers and rolling it from side to side. At first, Diane thought he was going to make her suck his cock. She swallowed hard, getting ready to slip the fat meaty prickhead between her lips. But he wasn't getting his prick hard. It still remained limp, the cockhead being squeezed lightly between his fingers. Diane was about to ask him what he wanted her to do when she saw a small droplet of something ooze to the surface of his piss-slit.
"No!" she gasped.
Piss! They were going to piss on her! Covering her mouth, the young girl turned around, clawing her fingers around the curled edges of the tub. She tried to climb out. Then she felt something hot and wet sting the place between her shoulder blades. Diane coughed, feeling her stomach turn over. It was happening now! That was the reason for the bathtub, the drain! They were going to piss on her and didn't want the piss getting all over the floor!
She turned around, her eyes wide with rage and shame. The yellow stream of piss was twisting into a broader river now. Sam was directing his piss at her thighs, then moving it up to her tits.
"Stop it!"
She could feel the hot, sour bile rising in her throat. Her feet slipped on the piss on the slope of the tub and Diane fell hard on her ass once again. When she tried getting out of the tub a second time, Burt cupped her chin with both hands, shoving her back.
Diane flew back against the inside of the tub, her head banging hard against the porcelain. Her arms lifelessly at her side, the girl realized there was nothing she could do to stop this latest degradation. As in the coffin, Diane would have to endure this horror and pray the men would soon tire of abusing her.
"Man, get it on her face. I wanna see her drinkin' the stuff," Gus coached from behind.
"Lemme take care of it the way I want," Sam snapped. "You'll get your chance."
Diane sucked in her lower lip, biting down hard as she fought not to let them know the full extent of her displeasure. It was horrid! She felt the hot piss spill over her navel and trickle down into her cuntal mound. It slicked the blonde cuntal curls, then oozed into her pussy. She felt the stream of piss cascading over her thighs, the harsh droplets like a full shower. Some of them ricocheted up to her tits. Sam laughed at her, catching the quiver of her cheeks, noticing the way she had set her jaw firmly in disgust. He moved the stream of piss up, up, soiling her nipples, then moving it back down to her pussy. Diane shivered. He was spraying her clit now, letting the harsh stream hammer away at the tiny sex spindle.
"That's it, baby, don't move around. I like to piss on a flat rock like this," Sam said, laughing at her as he finished up. The big stud shook his cock, knocking the few remaining droplets against her chin. Diane shivered, jerking up one hand and wiping the piss from her chin. She felt so low, so vile and filthy.
"Now, my turn," Burt said.
It wasn't over! Oh, God, it wasn't over! Diane looked up helplessly, more tears about to well up hotly in her eyes. Burt was standing where Sam had been earlier, fishing out his prick and bending his knees up against the side of the tub.
"My fuckin' bladder's so fuckin' full from all that Goddamned beer-could piss for a week on this little shit. She's gonna love it, aint'cha? You dig bein' my toilet. Right, bitch?"
The words stung her pride as the piss had stung her cunt. Diane shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep the rage and disgust from bubbling to the surface. There was that hot, stinging piss again, spraying her nipples. She felt the piss slicking down her tits, hitting her navel, then moving down to her pussy once more. Then she felt the piss on her chin. Jerking up one hand, Diane clasped the palm to her mouth. She spread her fingers protectively over her nose. No, no, they couldn't make her take that horrible piss in her mouth. She had heard Gus say something about that. But surely they were just doing that to make her sick with fear! Surely they wouldn't do something that horrid to her.
"Get that fuckin' hand away, baby. Move it, or I'm gonna knock them pretty teeth all over the tub."
With a groan Diane did as she was told. Looking up, she saw Burt would have no mercy on her. He was holding his prick, spraying her with his vile piss and enjoying every second of it.
"Stay still."
They forced her to open her mouth and tilt her head back. Again Diane swallowed hard, knowing the humiliation that was going to follow. She took in deep breaths as she felt the stinging salty piss spray hit her throat. Burt was laughing again. But this time there was an excited undertone in the laughter. In a moment the stream of piss was up against her chin. Diane felt some of the droplets hit her nose and forehead. She blinked her eyes, staring right at the big stud. He shuddered visibly, moving his piss stream up a little farther.
"Uhhhhh!"
He was pissing in her mouth! She felt his foaming piss spraying onto her tongue. Diane let out a cry of disgust, her hands moving instinctively up to her mouth again. But she remembered Burt's threat and dropped her hands back to her thighs. It was horrid. She felt the hot piss move over her lips, onto her tongue, back to her chin, then gush down her throat.
Diane managed to close her throat, keeping the piss from oozing down into her belly. Still, it was awful. She could feel the piss swirling around in her mouth like the water of a flushed toilet.
"Yeah, take it, bitch, take it all."
Diane gagged, shaking her head. No, no, she couldn't stand the smell rising like fetid mist from between her legs. She felt the urine gurgling around her asscheeks, bubbling into her shitter, then streaming down to the drain between her ankles. The girl put her hand up to her face, feeling the piss spatter against her fingers. Horrible! The hot oily piss slipped from her mouth, washing down her neck and tits.
Burt went dry, shaking the last of his piss from his cockhead.
"Man, she's sure thirsty. Hey, guys!" he shouted over his right shoulder. "Come on over here. The little slut's hungry for more piss.
Gus and Jack needed no encouragement. They moved up to the bathtub, Jack whipping his cock out and taking aim at Diane's face.
"Uhhhhhh!"
More piss was spattering against her face. Wildly crying out her indignation, the teenager drew both hands over her mouth. Someone slapped her, the force of that blow knocking her to one side. She let out a groan, feeling her body slipping down, down onto the tub. More piss washed over her ear, the filthy liquid slicking down her hair. She was covered in piss as both men sprayed her from head to toe.
"God! Oh, my God!" Diane would never have believed people capable of this kind of filth.
The two men finished, sliding their cocks back into their Levi's.
"Wash the bitch up. Not outside like before. Just get that damned piss off her. Christ," Sam said, wrinkling up his nose as Gus slipped one hand under her arm and dragged her up over the tub's edge, "she smells like a fuckin' urinal!"
"High school prom queen," Jack laughed as Diane stumbled over the curled Up of the tub and tried to steady herself.
Burt shoved her past the leering Sam into a small white metal shower stall. Thrusting her in with one shove, he stepped back, turning one of the rusty nozzles clockwise. Diane heard the small rusty pipes in front of her rattle. There was a sputtering above her, then the first few drops of the icy spray.
"Uhhhhhh!"
It was like having her body encased in ice! Her teeth chattering, the teenager slipped forward, her hands gripping the sharp edges of the stall. She had to get out from under that awful shower.
"Uhhh!"
Burt shoved her back in, the force of the push knocking Diane hard into the rear wall of the small enclosure. They kept her there, her body quickly soaking down in the icy spray.
Diane let out a long sobbing cry, feeling those hands keeping her in the shower stall until she thought her flesh would stay numb forever.
Sam turned off the water, pulling her out and throwing a towel into her face. "Wipe!"
Diane shivered there, naked in front of the men, her fingers barely able to feel the towel as she slowly dabbed the rough material against her damp flesh. Hounded, harried, the girl almost felt numb from all the abuse she had had to endure this evening. Thoughts of her parents were far from her mind now. Nothing existed except her and these three men, their lives tied together by torture.
"Gonna let her go now, Sam?"
The janitor shook his head, both hands on his hips.
"Not yet. Her old lady's probably goin' out of her mind wonderin' where the fuck she is. You're gonna have to think of something to tell the bitch. We're gonna take some more pictures to make sure this slut doesn't blab."
They led Diane back to the overhead pulleys. Already she could feel her arms stretching, the tendons aching from the pull of her hanging body.
"Wanna get beat, baby? Wanna feel that leather smackin' down on you?"
Diane shook her head. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of an answer. Jack was fishing out what appeared to be a four-foot pole with a ring attached to the center. Standing on a crate, he managed to attach the pole to the overhead pulley structure. Diane watched with interest, wondering what new horror she would have to endure. Sam had that camera again. She was certain her humiliation would be great, and now captured on film. They were backing her into a corner, watching with amused interest as she danced those obscene steps in front of them.
"Raise your hands, baby."
Diane did as she was told once more. Sam took her right hand, pulling it back until the wrist touched one end of the pole. With a twelve-inch piece of half-inch line, he fastened her hand to the end of the rod, using a tightened figure-eight to secure the rope. Diane grunted, finding herself having to stand on tiptoe to ease the pulling strain on her arm.
"Now the other one."
She felt the strain of the position on her arches. Her toes aching from the stance, Diane reached up. Sam moved around, fastening her left wrist to the wood.
"Now, to keep those feet from kicking ... "
Burt moved down around her legs, attaching a fleece-lined leather cuff to each ankle. Diane looked down, feeling the tight grip of the devices. There were two small metal hooks sticking out from either cuff. To these Jack brought a set of small-linked chain, slipping the open link into each hook, then attaching the other end to two larger hooks that had been cemented into the floor beneath her feet some four feet apart.
Diane was in a perfect X position, her arms and legs stretched out while her toes barely touched the cold surface of the floor. Her tits rested easily on her chest, rising and falling with the deep puffing breaths she took. The girl began to feel terror once more rising in her. Diane had thought she had become numb to the men's horrors. But now-roped and chained helplessly-the young blonde teenager found herself moaning with discomfort and fear, wondering what they were going to do to her next.
"Gotta take this shot," Sam said, getting the camera once more and aiming it at her.
Diane turned her head away, blonde hair curtaining her face. Jack pushed back the strands and twisted her face around, making certain the camera would catch Diane's pained expression. There was a flash of light and a whirring sound. Another picture, another shot that would make her their slave until they tired of her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
"Now, about that leather, baby. You still don't want it?"
"Nooooo!"
Sam came up to her, still holding the camera in one hand. He began playing with her nipples, brushing his fingers over the hard nubs, rubbing them with the palm of one hand. Diane shivered, her knees shaking. Below, she could hear the chains rattling from her shuddering while the pole moved back and forth.
"There. That feels better, right? But I can't take up all my time foolin' around with your tits, right?"
With a sneer, Sam pinched both nipples, sending a streamer of pain into Diane's brain. She squealed, her arms tugging down at the overheard bar. Her muscles pulled and ached, the rope above her groaning with the tension. He instructed Jack to get down on both knees and start eating out Diane's pussy. The young stud did so willingly, putting both hands on either thigh and lapping at her pussy. Diane let out a cry, throwing her head back as that tongue began licking up and into her cunt.
Jack wasn't interested in getting her aroused now. He was simply posing for Sam, getting in a picture that was meant to capture her in their orbit even more tightly than before. But Diane couldn't help but feel erotically aroused as his tongue fucked in and out of her pussy. When he pressed his nose against her clit, the young girl let out a sigh, her toes curling and cramping against the floor.
Again the camera caught her pose, making the teenager groan with horror. The shame was nearly as bad as the discomfort as Sam engineered her disgrace.