Chapter 10
"Stop it, Billy! Oh God, don't, don't!"
He had her in a large porcelain bathtub, her legs over the side. Someone had thrown cold water in her face moments ago, making the young blonde shiver with icy fear. Two young men were standing to the side of the tub, rubbing their pricks, grinning cruelly at her.
"Gotta show you what you are, baby. You're gonna see it right now."
The cold porcelain made her flesh pucker into goose pimples. Ginger rubbed her fingers briskly over her upper arms, drawing in her shoulders to help hide her naked tits.
"Lemme piss on 'er first!"
Ginger froze, her eyes rolling up toward her cousin. Billy had already unrolled his flaccid hunk of cockmeat, squeezing the fat prickhead between his fingers. She could see he wasn't hard. But the boy still had that shit-eating grin on his face, that smile that told her he had plenty in store for her.
She shrank back, her spine touching the cold bathtub surface. Billy approached, his legs straddling the front of the tub. In a moment, Ginger saw a droplet of piss bubble up from the broad slit running across his cockhead. The young teen shuddered, shaking her head slowly.
"You ain't got a choice, baby. Come on, take it, take it. It's gonna be fun!"
Ginger shuddered, her naked legs beating against the tub's bottom as she felt the first touch of his yellowish stream. The droplets hit her ankles and lower legs, slowly moving up to her thighs. Ginger tried climbing out of the tub. Reaching back, she gripped the cold, slippery sides. But the piss made traction along the bottom impossible. With a groan of disgust and defeat, Ginger slipped back, her heels sliding along the oily, smelly liquid now gurgling down the drain.
"Man, she's somethin' else!"
"Uhhhhhh-"
Ginger covered her face, biting her fingers to help ease the revulsion she felt. His piss spilled up into her navel, then up to her tits. The urine filled her navel, spilling over her cuntal mound and slicking down her blonde pussy hairs. Ginger wanted to retch, but somehow managed to keep down the bile. Billy moved the stream up and down her body. Ginger felt his urine spattering her nipples, then moving up to her throat only to wind up hitting her clit. With a groan, the young teen moved her hands down to her pussy. No, no, she wouldn't let him defile that!
"Goin' dry."
The stream slowly thinned, the last few drops hitting the girl's hips. Ginger shivered, instinctively trying to wriggle free of the droplets.
Someone gave Billy three glasses of water while a tall, redheaded boy stepped up and pulled out an eight-inch prick. It was the young man who had driven the two of them. He aimed his fat meaty red cockhead right at the teen, rolling it the same way Billy had.
"Oh no, no, not again! Oh God in heaven, not again!" she sobbed.
A thin stream began, twisting around and around, broadening as it sprayed. Ginger shut her eyes, biting her lips in disgust and frustration. The thin hot spray began stinging her nipples now, slicking down toward her belly button. Then she felt the piss on her chin. He was going to shoot it in her mouth! With a cry, Ginger clapped her hands over her mouth, staring with hatred at the young man.
"Hey, baby, you ain't supposed to move," he said, stopping the spray.
Billy was frowning as he strode up to her. "They wanna see you takin' it all the way, slut. And you ain't gonna try this gettin' away shit with my buddies here, understand?"
"But Billy!"
"But nothing!"
With that, he slapped her hard across the face, backhanding the teen and knocking her half-senseless to the floor of the piss-stained tub. The others roared with approval while the redheaded boy took up his position again. Shaking the hair from her eyes, Ginger stared up, only to be met by the thick twisting stream of yellow piss once more. "No!"
She kept her hands down. Her face was calm. Calm. That was the trick, Ginger thought, as she withstood the new assault.
"Hey, man, she's gettin' into it. Yeah, she's really diggin' gettin' pissed on," the redhead said, nodding toward Billy.
"She ain't nothin' more than a fuckin' machine and a toilet!"
"No, no!"
"Shut up, bitch. You're showin' me and them just what kind of shit you are."
Billy moved up next to the redheaded boy, still holding his cock with one hand.
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
Ginger knew in an instant what was going to happen. Two men pissing on her. It would be a double feature, her cousin making up the second half. She closed her eyes again, taking deep breaths. No, no, this couldn't be happening. All of it was a terrible nightmare.
But then she felt the second stream playing over her throat. Droplets began spraying her lips and nostrils. The stench of the piss wafted up to her nose. It was as if she were sitting in some sewer. Again, Ginger reached back and tried hauling herself from the filthy tub. It was impossible.
"No, nooooo!"
"Lemme go in."
Billy had a savage look in his eye as he slipped off his pants and boots, keeping on only his t-shirt. The redhead still kept on pissing on Ginger, motioning with one hand for one of his buddies to come up as he was about to go dry.
"Just don't piss on me, man, or you're gonna have your face rearranged."
The others moved up closer, watching with interest as the teen waited for more horror. Billy moved up, bending his knees slowly, guiding his prick forward. For a moment, Ginger thought he was going to make her suck it. And then the urine started once again. He directed the intensity of the stream right at her lips, her nose, her eyes. Ginger wanted to move her hands up to her face again. But remembering the hard blow, she stopped.
"Uhhhhh!"
"Come on, baby, open up. Open up that mouth and take it."
Ginger shivered once more, tilting her head back and parting her lips. Almost instantly, he shot the piss into her mouth. She felt it splashing over her tongue, spattering against the back of her throat, washing around her tonsils.
"Uhfhfhfhhfffff!"
"Yeah, yeah, good piss-drinker!"
"Do it, man, do it!"
Billy moved the piss up to her hair, then back down to her eyes, her lips, her nose. Ginger felt herself drowning in filth. But then she felt something that took her breath away-climax! She was having a climax, feeling her clit throbbing just as Billy went dry! More piss shot against her face. But she needed it there, down there against her clit! Billy saw her eyes blinking and her breath increasing as she fell back against the tub.
"Little slut's cummin'. Can you believe it, man? We use her like a toilet and the bitch's cummin'! Here, baby, lemme help."
Ginger was whipping her hips, throwing her head back. It was too much. She pressed her shoulder blades back while screwing her eyes into a squint. Her hands dropped down to her cunt while she peeled her slippery taut cunt lips back with her fingers.
"Yeah!"
Billy pressed one big toe into her thighs. Through a red fog, she saw him laughing down at her, guiding his toe into her cunt and kicking her into a higher climax. Her ass-cheeks danced and banged against the tub, sliding around in the filth.
"Come on, shit on 'er. Yeah, she deserves nothin' but shit," the redhead shouted.
"No!"
Ginger somehow found the strength once more to pull herself up from the tub. Billy gripped her tits, twisting them around. Her nipples ached as he flung her back, making sure the girl's head struck the tub hard.
Stunned, Ginger lay there, watching her cousin turning around. He belched, backing up onto her with a hands-on-hip pose. He was a foot away. She saw the hairs wriggling on his ass crease, she watched his muscles working. He was going to shit on her and there was nothing she could do. Her climax was still going, taking away her strength while her cunt convulsed and buckled under its ever-increasing sexual arousal.
"Uhhhhhhhhh-"
"No more, no more, baby. This is it. And it's gonna be good."
He braced both hands on the sides of the tub to keep from slipping on the piss. She smelled him as he farted and coughed, knowing what was about to happen. Once again, more fear and anger swelled. Self-hatred racked her as she strained to keep silent. Half in a daze, Ginger raised her knees. She parted her thighs while her belly muscles tensed. Opening wider, she felt the first pieces of shit fall. Her belly tightened even more. It was the ultimate degradation. Hot cream dripped along the inner side of her right knee as the semi-solid waste fell from his ass-hole. The boys cheered. "Uhhhhhhh!"
As the last of the shit left his body, Billy reached for his cock, jerking it fast into a hard-on and wheeling around. Careful not to stop onto his own shit, the boy cut loose with rope-like streamers of hot jizz. Ginger felt them splashing her across her face. Red-faced, moaning with pleasure as she peaked in another orgasm, Ginger urged him on, feeling as if all moral barriers had been kicked down.
That hot, pinching sensation, the sensation of a powerful cum! How it took her breath away as she wallowed freely there in her cousin's filth. When it was over, Billy told the others to hose her down "Like the pig she was" before bringing her over to his truck.
She was raped twice during the hosing action, the redhead having backed her against a wall and screwed his cock into her after the first hosing. Another boy slapped her against the exposed water pipes in the metal shower stall, taking her from behind and making Ginger cum twice with his prick and fingers.
The tub was cleaned and pushed back in the corner and they led her back to Billy. She stood there before him, a shadow of what she had been before. She knew what she was-his slave, his partner in all this. And how she loved that feeling!
"Billy"
"You ain't gonna say nothin' to me. You ain't got nothin' to say. This is all to show you, you only got me, and that's all, understand? Understand?"
He put his hand under her chin, pinching her hard. How could she resist? The last shitting incident told her she was no better than that. She nodded her head. Billy smiled grimly.
"Good, then get back in the car. Time to get back. And later-that's my biz, understand?"
Again Ginger nodded. Climbing back into the car, the girl watched as the boys disappeared one by one, the lights flickering out in the horrid cabin. Billy said nothing, driving quickly along the narrow country road. Ginger was silent. She had so many things to think about. For in spite of it all, Billy could see the sly smile on her face as she thought of what he had said back at the camp. How pleasant her vacation would be from now on! How very pleasant!