Chapter 5
Everything had been something of a blur for Nancy after having been fucked in the ass so brutally. She remembered vague images of the man crawling over her, forcing his shitty cock into her mouth and making her lick it clean with her tongue. She performed like a zombie, the power of her cunt having shattered all rational thought for a while.
She remembered him loosening the cord around her wrists, then dragging her once again about the room. Where was he taking her? Nancy wanted to ask, but she feared the answer. Thoughts of her daughter Ellen flashed through her mind. So confused was she that Nancy didn't notice Gus dragging her into the bathroom until she smelled the pleasant, slightly spicy aroma of her bath powder.
Gus had kept the cord wrapped around her wrist. When he pulled her toward the tub, Nancy struggled again, her naked legs kicking against the half-closed door while her ass pressed against the cold white porcelain.
"Get in."
He half pushed, half threw Nancy into the tub, drawing her up to a standing position and shoving her raised arms back over the shower spout overhead. She winced, feeling him tighten the cord about her wrists, then slowly lower her until her ass was about fourteen inches from the tub's slick bottom. There he hung her, winding the line around and around the steel nozzle. She saw her muscles stretched taut against her flesh. Why was he dangling her like this, her tits pulled flat over her upper chest, her sphincter opening and closing as jizz oozed from her asshole and dripped into the drain below?
"We had your daughter like this," he taunted, touching the cord overhead, making her swing back against the shower stall. "All tied up nice and pretty so she couldn't move around much."
"You're lying!" she gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of the girl helpless, held captive by this maniac. "I'll... I'll do what you want. I won't testify. I won't!"
"That's nice. But I don't believe you, baby. You haven't had a full taste of what we can do. Now there, you'll have a good angle for me," he said with a grin.
He had lowered her a little more until her ass was swinging near the drain. Her tits were pulled flat against her upper chest while her belly quivered in nervous anticipation of things to come. He was fiddling with the top button of his Levi's again, pulling the zipper tab down, opening his jeans and revealing his flaccid cock.
Nancy licked her dry lips, feeling her throat muscles tightening around her windpipe. She thought of the way that prick had felt in her mouth and wondered if he was going to shove it back between her lips once more.
But Gus had another idea. Wagging his cock-meat in front of her face for a second, he backed away, opening the mirrored cabinet behind him and pulling out a small scratched plastic tumbler. Nancy watched dumbly as he filled the glass, drank, then filled it once more.
Slowly, Nancy began to suspect what Gus was going to do to her. Her whole mouth was like cotton while her armpits were sweaty. The hollows of her elbows and knees throbbed as the bonds cut deeply into her wrists. She wanted to cry out, but felt she couldn't get the air in her lungs for any sound. She bit her tongue, watching as he consumed yet another glass of water before throwing the tumbler into the sink with a clatter. He covered his mouth with one hand while he belched, then shook his Levi's to the floor, pulling of his boots, then tugging off the jeans.
"Untie me," she whimpered, watching his cock and balls swinging as he approached her. "Lemme go!"
Gus ignored her plea, molding her heavy tits, lightly licking her nipples with his fingernails. He was breathing more heavily, sweat turning his hair shiny. He was squeezing her nubs harder now, pulling at them, lifting her tits from her chest.
Nancy closed her eyes and moaned, the hot sharp pain searing down to her clit and making her cunt hot and tight again. The ropes cutting into her wrists added to the pain.
"Now, just in case you've got any ideas about toppin' me in shit. I've got you by the balls, baby, and you'd better believe me."
"I do! Just let me go! Let me and my daughter go and I swear we won't go to the police again," she said, realizing her voice sounded totally unconvincing.
But Gus didn't seem to notice her tone. He was leaning against the side of the tub now, bracing his knees against the high, white porcelain sides while fingering his cock. Nancy tried to stay calm, seeing that he was taking his time, relishing what he was going to do. She sucked in a breath as she saw first one, then another clear droplet of pre-cum oozing from his prickhead, dribbling down the side of the tub, the warm yellow liquid sliming her thighs.
Nancy shivered, turning her head away as if she could somehow block out what was happening to her. The touch of the vile piss couldn't be ignored. Gus's stream of piss increased, splashing on her belly now, then slicking down through her navel and spilling onto her cuntal mound. The woman could feel his piss slicking down her blonde cunt hairs, dirtying them horribly, then oozing into her cuntal crack. What was worse-what was so oddly terrible-was that Nancy felt her cuntal muscles spasming softly as the piss touched her pussy. She shook her hips, sucking in a deep breath and holding it.
"So, you don't like being a toilet, right?"
"You sick... " Nancy choked on her own word. There was so much she wanted to call him, so much she wanted to scream into his face. But instead, she just hung there, helpless under the big man, waiting for him to do his worst. When she began twisting her body up from the tub, Gus reached down and smacked her hard with the back of his hand. His knuckles bruised her chin, stunning the woman for a moment.
Nancy blinked her eyes, biting her Up to keep from crying with frustration and rage while the thin hot spray of piss stung her nipples, then slicked down her cunt until all her pussy hairs were soaked with piss.
"Not bad, not bad," he muttered.
Gus had stopped for a moment, flicking off a droplet from his prickhead that smacked against her eye. She blinked, twisting her wrists in the rope, wishing she could pry herself free just for a second, she would show him. She would tear him to pieces with her bare hands until... until she would piss on him and make him feel what she felt!
But things didn't work that way.
Gus turned around and refilled the glass with water twice. Nancy shut her eyes, praying for strength. Already, the stink of his piss where it had puddled under her ass rose like a steam from a hot sidewalk. She didn't know if she could take much more of this horror. Again and again, she thought of Ellen as she hung there and wondered if her daughter had endured this same kind of vile treatment.
Gus climbed in, moving his stocking-clad feet away from the piss that had nearly all gurgled down the drain directly under Nancy's ass. He coughed, then put his hands on his hips and nodded at her. He was positioned well, his thick-muscled legs apart on either side of her belly. Nancy was breathing heavily now, her nostrils burning with the air she sucked in. She tried folding one leg over the other, but he saw the move and kicked her knees apart. He was going to piss up into her cunt! He was going to make her swim in the awful filth and love it!
She cried out once more, kicking back at the big stud balancing himself in the narrow tub. He seemed to like her hysteria, the way her body jerked on the overhead rope while she fought desperately to kick him away.
"Ow!"
Gus slapped her twice, reaching down and gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger. Horrible pain shot from her jaw up the sides of her head, nearly blowing off the top of her skull. Nancy shrieked, her body shivering. While she was like that, her tits rising and falling, slapping softly against one another, Gus began pissing again. This time, to her horror, Nancy felt the yellow stream sloshing over her tongue, spattering back against her tonsils, washing down her throat! She gagged, feeling the harsh, sour bile rising in her throat. He was pissing in her mouth! She could taste the sour flavor of his piss as it splashed over her front teeth, gathered in foamy pools around her tongue, then sloshed around her mouth before gushing down her throat.
He was laughing at her, hurting her jaw and laughing at her while pissing into her mouth. When she screamed again, knocking her knees savagely against the sides of the tub, Gus threw her head back, forcing her skull hard against the side.
Nancy closed her mouth, turning her head and spitting out what she could of his piss while once more fighting down the desire to vomit. She smelled piss, tasted it, was surrounded by it. and the foul man was still pissing on her, spilling the awful liquid over her cunt, onto her face, onto her belly.
What was worse was the heat that had begun to burn her pussy. Her clit curled from the awful heat, aching with the strain of another oncoming orgasm.
Just as Gus went dry, she felt the nerve endings in her cunt explode, unable to take the tension any longer. She whipped her hips back and forth, feeling her lower back rubbing painfully against the nozzles of the tub while her wrists were cut badly by the overhead ropes. Her hair splashed over her face and shoulders while her eyes screwed into a squint. Gus could see what was happening and laughed at her reaction, wagging his prick from side to side, raising one foot and pulling off the white cotton stocking.
"Here, I'll help you out, baby. That's the least I can do, right?"
He braced himself against the shower door, guiding his right toe into her cunt. Through a red mist, she saw that his prick was hard and dry now, throbbing up and down.
Yes, yes, she wanted him in her! She didn't care what kind of foulness he had put her through. All Nancy wanted was that big cock in her, fucking her, savaging her pussy while she sloshed around in his filth. He was fucking her now, that jagged toenail rubbing against her clit until blast after blast rushed through the poor woman. Nancy yowled, banging her back against the wall, kicking out.
How long she had rutted that way, the woman had no idea. When Nancy blinked her eyes clear yet again, she saw what was happening. Gus had lowered her still farther until her ass was flat against the tub, her legs stretched out in front of her. Only now did she realize just how filthy he was. He was a foot away. His stomach was gurgling while he belched repeatedly.
Turning around, the big man exposed his ass to her, farting in her face twice before tensing his thighs and pushing his ass out a little farther. Nancy felt the vomit rising in her throat as a third fart gassed her into a gagging fit. He was going to shit on her! Once more, fear and anger rose. But the anger wasn't strong enough this time to overwhelm her. The fear and self-hatred racked her, making her speechless as she hung there, waiting for the awful, inevitable shitting.
Nancy gagged, watching as the hairs along his ass crease wiggled. There! Oh God, there was the rounded head of a brown turd squeezing out of his stretched asshole! As the first pieces of shit fell, the reverberations echoed deep into her belly. Nancy screamed, twisting around wildly, trying to climb from the tub as more and more shit plopped from his asshole and smeared over her thighs and cunt. This was the ultimate degradation, to be used as a foul toilet.
And there, in the midst of all this, he was jerking off, working his fingers along his prick while peering back and watching how he was fouling her! As the last of the shit left his asshole, he slapped his prick several times, wheeling around and staring at the shit-smeared woman. Nancy screamed at him, her words a torrent of obscene epithets as her mind reeled out of control.
Spitting in her face, the big stud flung himself on top of her, blindly stabbing his cock against her cunt, then fucking it all the way in.
The woman screamed, the suddenness of the penetration sending her cunt off into wild spasms. Snapping her head back, arching her spine, Nancy rocked as best she could, her back slamming again and again against the tub. She felt her ass sliding on the shit and piss, the odor strong enough to make anyone sick.
They thrashed about, covering the lower half of the tub with the mixed piss and shit while slicking themselves with the foul mess. As Gus started to shoot his cum-load, Nancy felt her body wind up into a tight little knot, blowing to pieces while jets of hot jizz spattered against her cuntal walls. Gus thrashed around harder and faster, making the woman breathless as she tried to keep up with him.
Red-faced, giggling with hysteria, Nancy found herself urging him on, screaming out his name, then growling out her own fuck-lust. The filth around her seemed to intensify the sensations rioting through her body as the two of them floundered about in their own private world.
And then it was over. Gus pulled out, muttering about the shit and piss covering them. Reaching up, he pulled the shower head down and turned on the water. Nancy gasped happily, feeling the warming water cleansing her. Some minutes passed before they were both presentable. Gus climbed from the tub, toweling himself off before reaching over and pulling the ropes off Nancy. He could see that she was too exhausted, too confused to fight him or try to escape. He hauled her head-first from the tub, dragging her belly over the rounded lip, then letting her fall in a heap on the floor.
There she lay, her wet blonde hair tangled around her throat, her legs drawn up against her tits, too afraid to move or speak. She breathed softly, drawing her arms in against her chest. If she lay very, very still, perhaps he would go away. Hadn't he done enough? Hadn't he shown her a part of herself that was too vile even to think about now?
"Come on. You're gonna see your fuckin' daughter. Maybe that'll convince you not to snitch on guys like me."
"No, no, don't... " She begged in a taut whisper as he pulled her out from the bathroom, her legs dragging behind her. Nancy groaned in pain as her ankles banged against the toilet stool, then the doorway. She moved her legs back and forth in an attempt to stand. But she was simply too weak to do anything other than lie there and let Gus pull her around. Besides, only he knew where her daughter Ellen was. Even if he were to leave her now, the girl would remain a question mark. Nancy would have no idea where her daughter was, what kind of fate she was enduring. Nancy knew she had to go with Gus. It was for Ellen's sake, she told herself as Gus dragged her back into the living room.
Gus disappeared for a moment, then came back, throwing a dress he had pulled from the closet into her face.
"Get ready. I'm not going to drive around town with you next to me buck-naked. Can't take chances, with the cops all over the place."
Nancy pulled on the tight-fitting blue summer dress, noticing as she looked down how her nipples poked out against the thin material. The scene in the bathroom still made her breathless with revulsion and delight. How could she have grown excited with him when he pissed and shit on her, then fucked her in the mix of filth? Nancy could almost still smell the awful mix she had slid on while Gus had rammed his prickmeat into her. Nancy thought about her home, about the security she had felt here, and now what was happening right under her roof, and she cried. Her anguish seemed to excite Gus even more.
"So, you think it's been bad so far? Just wait 'til we get to my place."
He dragged Nancy from the house, pushing her into the car he had parked in the alley to avoid neighbors' prying eyes. Nancy wasn't about to scream out, although she knew someone would hear her. What about Ellen? What would happen to her daughter? She had to be strong and endure whatever this man threw at her until she could be certain of Ellen's safety.
They drove from the neighborhood into the low foothills just east of town, Nancy sitting against the door, keeping her eyes focused straight ahead of her. Lights flickered by and traffic glided past. When some time had passed, Nancy noticed Gus slowing. Just up ahead at the end of the road to the right she could see a large two-story Victorian house, the upper floors dark while only one window below glowed with friendly light. Just when he turned off the car lights, she saw another man open the front door and step onto the sagging front porch. He had obviously been watching for Gus.
"Got 'er?" the man called out to Gus.
"Like a prize! The other one still fixed up?"
"Sure is. Been waitin' for her mom to come down and visit her."
"No problem here. Mom's rarin' to go. I found that out before."
Nancy heard the derisive laughter as Gus shoved her toward the house.
Ellen was there! Thank goodness for that! Now she would work on a plan to save them both and bring these sorry bastards to justice.