Chapter 6
It was dark. They had taken Diane outside in the back yard after the sun had set, letting her rest for a while after her latest ordeal. She began to wonder what her parents would think when she didn't come home.
There was no one around. Diane could see that. Sam was right. All the houses nearby that remained standing were dark. Somewhere up the hill, she could make out lights.
"March up that way."
Sam pushed her forward, away from the house. The others were behind, drinking more beer, laughing drunkenly as Diane tried to hide her pussy from them.
"Man, I ain't gonna fuck her, not with all your fuckin' cum in the bitch," Burt complained.
"That's why she's out here. Gotta wash the pig off," Sam answered. "Okay, stop there."
Diane halted, turning around and facing the men and the house. A cool breeze lifted the hair from her narrow shoulders. She drew her hands over her pussy once more. Someone had flipped on the back light. Trembling, Diane shaded her eyes and tried to see them. They were all silhouettes now. Someone was bending down, picking a hose or something up off the ground. It was Sam, holding it, then turning around to one of the others and whispering something to him.
"I got hot and cold water out here-especially for this."
Diane wrinkled up her forehead, unsure what he was talking about. Then a blast of hot water smashed into her rib cage. She opened her mouth in surprise. Sam began directing the stream of scalding water over her body. Diane struggled to keep standing. The dirt around her was getting slick with mud from all the water. She covered her face, concentrating on her balance.
"That's it, man, get her down in the dirt. That's where she fuckin' belongs," Gus said.
"Yeah, down in the mud, just like them pigs," Burt roared.
"No, no, stop it, stop!"
"Sorry baby, but my buddies want you nice and clean. Can't have any of my jizz in there. Gotta clean you up for 'em."
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Diane glared at him. She had had the chance to kill him with that knife, to end her torment. And instead she had used the knife only on the rope. She could have done both things, she thought now as she struggled against the hot water smashing into her tits.
"Yeah, wash the bitch down."
Sam moved the stream down to her ankles, knocking her off balance. With a cry, Diane pitched backward, her hands stretched to either side of her body. She fell heavily onto the mud, sending up a spatter of mud and water into the air. She let out a groan of disgust, wallowing in the slime, trying to regain her balance. But Sam was having too much fun to let her get back in an upright position. He directed the stream at her pussy. The water hit her like a hammer on her flesh, opening up her cuntlips with its force. The girl let out a shriek, throwing her hands over her pussy while scooting her ass back on the mud. But the droplets still came through, stinging her clit, setting a lusty fire that made the young girl grunt and groan.
"Yeah, she's turned on, really on!"
Diane doubled up, her mouth opening wide as arousal paralyzed her. They were right. This horrid blasting against her pussy was knocking the wind from her. Besides that, she was feeling the hot erotic rush of pre-orgasmic spasms stroke her clit again and again. Trying to crawl away from the stream, the girl turned over, rolling onto her belly. Pushing one hand behind the other, Diane tried crawling away. No use. The stream followed. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her arms. She thought of the noose and how it had nearly strangled her. Screaming, she fought with the strands, pushing them away, clawing the wet dirt. This was awful. She rolled half onto her right side, her nipples covered with mud. The spray sent a shower of mud and water into her mouth. Twisting her head around, Diane spat out the horrid mix, coughing, gasping for air while the men laughed.
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah, it's just like cum in your mouth, right?" Sam laughed.
"Yeah, just think of some hot cock fuckin' right up your ass," Gus added.
"Probably just like that pipe you told us about rammin' up into her shitter," Burt joined in.
"Christ, I wanna get into that hot little mouth, too," Jack complained, pushing his stringy black hair from his face.
"Man, you'll all get a chance. Let's just watch how this bitch reacts to this."
Sam shot the water straight up her long thighs. The girl screamed, jerking her ass up in the air. It was like a tongue, like Sam's tongue when he had been licking her pussy and her shitter before. Diane gasped, her eyes widening as the water shot up both holes at once. The girl let out another grunt, digging her heels into the dirt.
"That's it, baby, come on and fuck back at the water. Let's see you get off this way."
Diane covered her face once more, shielding her nose from the spray. She moved her seal-slick body on the dirt, not daring to turn and face the water. The force of that hot stream would surely drown her. She felt her flesh stinging from the constant washing. She tried to turn sideways, keeping her back toward the house.
Sam ran the hose around his feet, stepping toward her. The others followed, pointing, laughing, watching as they drank their beer. Again the girl tried keeping her face and tits away. But there was no chance of escaping Sam and the awful stream.
"Yeah, man, she's fuckin' beautiful crawlin' around in the dirt like that," Jack commented.
"Christ, I could fuck the bitch now," Gus added, drinking more beer.
"She's good and tight, man. Even though I fucked her twice, she's almost like some virgin."
"Christ, man, just thinkin' about that makes my cock hard," Gus commented.
Diane heard the awful conversation above the roar of the water. They were all going to have her in various ways. She groaned, curling her fingers in the mud and feeling the soft filth flow up to her knuckles. She sobbed, twisting around, feeling her ass sink into the mud. Sam blasted the stream against her tits. He nipples were driven into the firm flesh of her tits. She felt the whole mass of each round tit aching with arousal. Oh yes, yes, the men, the water, her situation, the mud-everything made her so hot! She panted as much from excitement as from the battle with the hose.
"Uhhhhh!"
Diane put her hands over her face. The shame of feeling herself crawl around naked in front of these men made her want to surrender. Her defiance of them had faded. She lay flat on her back now, her shoulders sinking into the mud. She wept as Sam played the hose from her tits to her cunt.
The incredible heavy rush of water on her clit and cunthole made Diane's hips rise and fall in fucking movements. Diane cried out in a mixture of shame and Just, letting her raised knees fall open. It was like getting fucked. Again she thought of Sam, of the way he had fucked her several days before, and the way he had fucked her this evening.
She was being raped again. Only this time it was water doing the job! Her hips still rolled, moving her body from side to side while the janitor kept playing the heavy, hot stream up and down her slick body.
"Nooooo!"
Every time Diane put her hands over her cunt, Sam moved the stream to her asshole or her nipples. The splashing water bounced off her tits, blasting into her nostrils and mouth. Diane turned her head, coughing and gasping for air.
"No, stop!"
She put her hand up, feeling the stream striking her opened palm. With the other hand, the girl tried covering her pussy once more. She couldn't, however, hide the lascivious heat from them. She knew they could see her arousal, could tell she was overheating. The sheer power of the water beat her flesh into a kind of eagerness for more.
Diane put her fist in her mouth, gnawing at her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing had affected her she didn't want to wind up screaming some obscenities that would amuse Sam and his buddies even more.
"That's it, baby, fuck it back, fuck it back all the way!"
Sam was playing the hose down on her ass now, reddening those asscheeks as if he'd been slapping her again and again. Diane rutted, knowing it wouldn't be too long before the climax building deep inside her would go off. She closed her eyes and lay there, completely exposed to the water. She hoped the men would stop when she started to cum. If Sam kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything he did to her until her orgasm tapered.
"Uhhhh ... ooooooohhhhh!"
Diane found herself shamelessly twisting her hips. She was looking for the stream, actually hoping to find a part of it stronger than the other parts to fuel the hot excitement burning between her thighs.
She knew all the sweat and cum had been washed off now. She wanted to feel that tremendous feeling of orgasm once again. She wanted that vibrating release that would tear through all her muscles, sending her up in the clouds. Sam was taking careful aim with the hose. His movements added to the lust surging through Diane's body.
"Oh no, no, no!"
Again the hose blasted the water across her rippling belly and onto her tits, this time toying with her nipples a little longer. Diane groaned, digging her heels into the mud and throwing her head around. She could feel the wet tangles of her hair once again around her throat. She raised one hand weakly, pushing them away.
"She gonna cum with this thing?" Burt said, nodding at the hose.
"Probably. But I'm gonna make it long and hard on the slut," he answered.
"Ain't never seen anything like it," Jack said, shaking his head and downing more beer.
"This is a super bitch, man. She'd cum with a fuckin' fire hydrant, I bet," Gus added.
Sam laughed, moving the water back down to her cunt again. This time the droplets stung the flesh around her clit. Diane thought it felt like a mouth sucking and licking at the whole top of her cunt-mound. She groaned, tensing herself like a tightly drawn bow, hoping to rush herself into orgasm.
Diane could have cried with frustration. Sam kept moving the hose away from her pussy just at the moment she thought she was going to pop. She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her palms until they left creases. The water bounced away from her thighs, only deflected drops touching her clit. She growled, clenching her teeth until they threatened to break from the pressure. She could feel the foul mud easing up into her asscrack, pressing into her shitter. And still she wallowed like a rutting pig in the mud, wanting that water striking her clit once again.
Diane levered her ass up, putting her hands on her asscheeks shamelessly and seeking out the stream. All the men laughed at her, watching as she spread herself for the invading stream. Once again modesty had been thrown to the winds. All she could think about was fucking-fucking that water, fucking men, fucking anything to get rid of that itchy pressure driving her mad.
Her hips rolled and circled, seeking out that last bit of hot sensuality that would push her over the edge. Suddenly the water stopped. Diane ground her teeth again, crying out. She could hear something hitting the ground. The hose. Then there was the was the sound of water rushing again. Another hose!
"Aghghhhh!"
Ice water! Or so it seemed! Diane felt her pussy clench closed like a fist. Someone-Burt, she thought-took up the hot hose and directed the water in her face. She cried out. Hot and cold against her body turned Diane into a rutting sex machine. She couldn't control herself, thrashing in the mud while Sam played that awful stream on her.
"Man, she's gettin' there. She can't stop it, buddy. She's goin' for it," Gus said excitedly, clapping Sam on the shoulder.
"Christ, she's gonna fuckin' cum all over the place!" Jack cried, stroking his prick through his Levi's.
Diane rolled onto her belly once more, hammering her fists against the ground. How she loathed herself for acting this way.
The cold stream of water seemed to flow even harder than the hot one had. Both played over her body, the cold one always returning to her pussy. Diane couldn't believe how much the tension increased because of that freezing. Her cunt clenching lasted for all this time, drawing the strength from her until she felt weak. The freezing water held her pussy spasm at the unbearable height of each pulse for seconds at a time. She couldn't even let her other muscles feel the tearing waves of cum until the icy blast moved from her pussy.
"Noooo!"
When it blasted across her tits, Diane thought the freezing would strangle her. She brought her hands up to her throat. It was almost like having that dreadful rope around her windpipe once again.
"Man, that's it! She's goin' for it."
It was true. Diane fought for her hard-won breaths and felt her cunt clamping down on thin air. Her whole chest spasmed as she battled against the terrifying chill of the second hose. She heard the men laughing at her. But nothing mattered at this point. All she wanted was to have those awful streams stop.
The girl cried out against her tormentors as she rolled onto her ass once more and confronted them. She was out of control. Diane shrieked again. The water and the gut-wrenching burst of her cum wouldn't let her do anything more than scream out a mindless torrent of words. Pitching herself back, the teenager writhed on the ground. She knew her mind was fading out even as she tried to get control of her body. The sound of the water drowned out the guys' laughter and the curses. She rolled over, feeling those twin streams blasting against the spasming ring of her shitter muscles. Again Diane thought of that pipe Sam had fucked up her ass that afternoon in the boiler room.
"Uhhhhh!"
Diane clawed the dirt, dragging herself away from the four men. Her flesh felt painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the chilly water. The hardness of her nipples seemed to hurt. But it was a hurt that spasmed deliriously with the climax tearing her pussy apart. Diane gasped, stretching out both hands in front of her into the darkness.
The water hoses forced water at her shoulders, pinning the girl to the ground. The hot and cold drove her into an endless whirl of sexual explosions. Diane's body spasmed as a massive cuntal jolt took her breath away. She thought the whole world crashed down, smashing into her pussy.
The water stopped. Diane lay there, panting like a tormented beast. Her pussy muscles were still clenching, milking at nothing. The girl could hear the sucking sound of boots sinking into mud. They were coming for her again.
"Uhhhhh!"
"We hosed her down enough. Get the bitch back down into the cellar and towel her off," Sam ordered, bending down and coiling both hoses.
Diane could hardly walk. Her feet tangled up with one another. In the end Gus and Jack had to carry her, dragging her to the house. At this point, it hadn't occurred to Diane to shout for help. She was simply too weak, too defeated to raise any kind of defense.
"Fuck, she's soakin' down my shirt," Jack complained, pushing her away.
"Man, you're gonna get into the slut. Don't complain so much," Burt said, following the three of them.
"Yeah, come on and let's get her downstairs before Sam comes down. We can finish up in the little bitch before he comes back."
Diane's head lolled. She caught glimpses of overhead light globes. Someone was carrying her through the kitchen, back down the steps. Jack? Burt? It didn't matter. She felt her arms dangling lifelessly at her sides. The echoing walls of the narrow staircase amplified the breathing of the men who held her. They were going back down into the basement. She groaned, raising one hand to her forehead. She could feel her toes banging against the wooden wall of the cellar stairwell. There was that damp smell again!
"Down over there."
Jack held her completely now, draping her arm over his neck and pulling her back toward that awful stool on which she'd been cruelly fucked by Sam. He sat her down there, moving behind her to make certain she wouldn't fall backward. Diane groaned, shaking her head, trying to bring some sense of consciousness back.
Gus was in front of her suddenly, holding what appeared to be a red rubber ball. There were straps dangling from either side. In a moment he was shoving the thing against her lips, telling her to open her mouth. When she refused, he jammed it in, nearly gagging her with it. Diane bit down on the foul-tasting latex, realizing that no matter how shameful her ordeal had been so far, the true test of her endurance was about to come.