Chapter 8
"Ow!" Cindy yelped.
Chris had gripped her hair, jerking her forward until she was back on her knees, her hands hanging uselessly down on either side of her body. Her tits rose and fell as she sucked in gusting breaths while her thighs spread out against the cold porcelain tub. Cindy refused to look up at the blond stud.
"Look at me! Look at me!" he shouted, dropping his hand, then bringing the back of it hard against her right cheek. "Ooooffff!" The force of that blow knocked Cindy to the side, her body sprawling over the tub. Still stunned from the slap, Cindy was about to try to crawl back to her original fetal position when she felt something very hot and wet splattering against her thigh. Blinking her eyes clear, she looked up and saw a thin yellowish stream coming from Chris' cock. God, he was pissing on her! She sucked in a ragged breath as the piss cascaded over her stomach. His piss felt warm spilling over into her navel, slicking down her tits, rushing over her inner thighs. She felt the droplets spraying onto her lips and screamed, covering her face with both hands.
"I thought I told you I didn't want you to move, Chris said, braving himself against the tub while kicking at the teenager.
Cindy shook her head, feeling herself growing sicker as she heard the piss urging down the drain in front of her. She didn't want him to butt her, and knew if she cooperated she would be safe at least for the time being. But to have him pissing on her as if she were a human toilet.., it was almost too much to ask.
"Now, you gonna cooperate?" Cindy felt herself teetering on the brink of an abyss. She couldn't say no and expect not to be knocked around even more. But the thought of having this man piss on her this way sickened her. She saw his fingers curling and uncurling, aching to slap and beat her. Biting her low lip, she nodded her head.
"That's better," he said.
He pulled her forward again, raising her chin a little. Cindy closed her eyes. He didn't say anything about keeping her eyes open. In a moment, she felt the pies moving Up to her tits, to her throat, then back down to her cunt once again. She felt him spraying his piss up and down her inner thighs, laughing softly as the piss slicked her cuntal hairs. When she felt the hot piss spraying over her chin, she raised her hand, clasping the palm over her mouth to muffle the gagging that ripped through her throat.
"Gone dry anyway," he muttered, climbing over the top of the tub and pattering away into the dark once more.
Cindy sighed, shuddering. She didn't want to touch any part of herself. She had been befouled by this man, covered with his piss, and she was reeking like an open sewer. She wanted to wail, but knew the guy would only laugh. Her hands came down. The awful stream of piss had stopped. She could be grateful for that, at least. There would be a few moments of peace before he would return.
Again there was the sound of running water. Again he was drinking. Cindy's heart sank as she heard him returning. There he was, climbing back in the tub, his cock bobbing up and down. He covered a watery belch with his palm. He stood there, his legs apart, spread on either side of her heaving belly. Cindy felt so naked, so helpless kneeling like this in front of Chris. She was amazed he could stand the foul smell rising around her. He was bending his knees a little, fingering his prick.
"Open that pretty mouth, or I'll pry it open so hard you won't be able to close it for a mouth," he said, his voice curdling.
Cindy shuddered, doing as she was told. She took deep breaths, her tits lifting and rubbing against one another as she tried to prepare herself for the ultimate degradation. While she waited there the girl felt something odd happening, as if a switch had been thrown deep inside her. She felt her cunt rising; stiffening as her' knees hurt pressed against the piss-stained surface of the porcelain tub. He made her open her eyes now, made her stare at him while be started pissing all over again.
"Uh....uhhhh!" Chris started once more, directing the strew of piss slowly along her chin, then moving up to her lips, into her mouth, over her tongue. When it spattered between her eyes, Cindy closed her lids. Chris liked that a willing prisoner, kneeling there in front of him, her face covered with his piss.
Something snapped inside the girl. She felt the terrible pus cascading all over her body, slicking her down until she nearly vomited with disgust. The stink was growing worse and worse. And, for some odd reason, the hot, itchy feeling between her legs was growing more and more concentrated. She felt her clit swelling, feeling as if it were about to burst. What on earth was happening to her? "All right, baby, that's it. Come on, bring yourself up to me now." Cindy did as she was told, drawn to him like a moth to a fire. She raised herself a little, tilting her head back like a little bird and opening her mouth wide. She met his eyes with hers staring at him as she drank more and more of the gurgling piss. She could feel it sloshing around over her tonsils, splashing over her teeth before spilling out from the corners of her open mouth.
Just as he went dry, her cunt contracted. She whipped her hips, throwing her head back, her long hair dancing alone her shoulders. Cindy's eyes screwed into a thin squint while her hands cupped her cunt, the thumbs peeling back her outer cunt lips.
"Let me, baby. That's the least I can do," Chris offered. He raised his left foot, his palms flat on the sides of the tub for balance.
Through the red fog that had settled over her brain, Cindy saw that his neck muscles were bulging, his cock jerking up and down. She felt. him guiding his big toe into her cunt, pushing it up until the jagged nail was rubbing against her clit. Cindy fell backward, her arms jerking to either side of her body as if they were electrocuting her again. Chris jabbed more of his toe up into her cunt, fucking her with it, watching as she twitched and squirmed under the attack.
When it was over he withdrew his foot, scraping it along her thigh. He was still peering down at her, his face contorted with a kind of insane passion Cindy had only seen on the movie screen. Normally, she would have been terrified. But she wanted the same damnable things he did. They we propelling one another along this sick path.
"Don't move." Again, the command. Again, the obedience. He turned around, belching. His stomach gurgled. He got into a hands-on-hip position, jutting his bare ass at her. At first, she was confused as to what he was going to do to her next. Then she smelled something awful, something that reminded her of shit. He was farting in her face, bending over a little more, his balls dangling. He was bracing both his palms on the tub's sides to keep from slipping on the piss coating the bottom.
Cindy cupped her hands over her mouth, wanting to scramble from the awful place as quickly as she could. But there was no way she could escape in time. She smelled another fart.
This one more sickeningly pungent than the other. Once again, fear and anger swelled in her. But the anger wasn't strong enough for her to resist. He was forcing her knees apart. Cindy gagged, feeling her belly muscles tense and knot in cramps.
He was forcing her wider when the first of the turds fell, spattering on her stomach. The reverberations echoed deep through her body as she waited for more of the smelly discharge. She could see that Chris was close to cumming. His cockhead was a deep purple, and he looked back and watched as his shit dropped onto the young girl.
"Uhhhhh!" Cindy thought she would die as more and more shit fell in long, stringy brown clumps from the man's asshole. This had to be the ultimate degradation, one human being shitting on another. As he shit the last of his turds, he slapped his cock, wheeling around, then threw himself onto the girl's belly, guiding her hand to his cock. He ordered her to put his prick in her pussy. Cindy was too horrified to disobey.
Spreading herself like a whore, she wrapped her legs round his hips, drawing his cock into her. She rocked him even as she made her hips roll up and down, countering the side-to-side movements. Her asscheeks slid on the filthy piss and shit. The odor was strong enough to make anyone else sick. But Cindy didn't feel ill at all now. She loved the way they thrashed about, covering the lower walls of the tub with the mixed filth, covering themselves with the waste as he fucked her harder and faster. Andy's face was red with the pleasure she felt.
She urged him on, cursing with words she hardly even knew. He had indeed turned her into a wanton woman, an insane slut who wanted to degrade herself in the worst possible way. She felt her cunt bending back, sputtering against his cock while her ankles struck the sides of the tub again and again.
"Ahhhhhl"
"Yeah!".
They were both cumming, her body one big clenching cunt as she felt her pussy walls grabbing hold of his cum-shooting prick and holding it firmly while he filled her with his jizz. Cindy wanted it, wanted it all as they writhed in the piss and shit, cumming together.
How long had she orgasmed this way, the girl didn't know. When she came to, she saw Chris climbing from the tub, going into a metal shower stall and cleaning himself. He left her there stewing in the skit and pin without looking back. Cindy thought of the men upstairs, about what they would think if they were to come down now and see her like this. She could imagine the laughter, the pointing and knees slapping as she lay there.
Cindy waited until she got out, then she left the tub and entered the shower stall. How good the water felt cleansing her body. Cindy stayed in as long as she dared, turning under the spray, feeling the spicy sting of the droplets as she washed away the piss and slit clinging to her body.
How she wished she could stay like this under the water as if it were a magic wall protecting her from Chris and the others. They could find another girl, kidnap someone else from the street. Or, there was her mother. Yes, Cindy thought with a smile, turning off the water and gingerly puffing back the yellow shower curtain. Her mother would probably enjoy something like this. Wouldn't she have laughed with erotic joy, spinning around in this tub, having herself pissed and slit on, then fucked out of her mind? Cindy stopped, covering her face with both hands and sobbing violently. What had happened to her? Was she insane? What had she been thinking? One look at that tub, and the girl couldn't believe that she had done what she'd done. The smell made her stagger back against the shower stall.
"You don't think you're gonna leave it like this, do you? Clean it up," Chris ordered, kicking a bucket of disinfectant toward her.
Cindy scrubbed the tub clean, fighting back the desire to vomit right in the drain. She ran water through the wire brush, watching the last of their "lovemaking" go down the drain. Cindy dropped the brush into the tub, leaning heavily against the rim and trying to regain some sense of reality. She and her mother had been down, here so long with these men, she had nearly forgotten that there was a real world out there only a few blocks away.
"Not bad. Not bad. You know, we ought to share you around with others," Chris said, scratching his chin. "There's others out there, guys who'd love to take a crack at you." Share? Were they going to drag more men down here so they could fuck both her and her mother mindless? Cindy closed her eyes, thinking of a room filled with men like these. To her surprise, she felt a surge of excitement rush through her, along with the fear.
So, the guys had won, after all.
Cindy wasn't sure about her mother, but she knew just how she felt right now with Chris, Ed and Joe. It was all the teenager could do to keep from smiling.
Chris gripped her by the arm and pulled her from the tub, making her sit on a small three-legged stool. Cindy obeyed, her gaze cast down modestly, her arms tucked in slightly to protect her nipples. There were sounds all around her, sounds of boots clattering down the steps. Then Cindy could make out shouting a woman's voice. It had to be her mother locked up somewhere down here. She was beating at the wood, shouting at the top of her lungs. Ed stopped, catching the sound and smiling.
"Sounds like your old lady wants out. Probably wants some of the action you've been getting," he said with a wink.
Cindy smiled wanly; looking at Chris and wondering if he would tell the men about their bathtub orgy. There was no smell in the room, the disinfectant having taken care of that. Ed didn't even seem curious about what had taken place.
Ed looked down at his wristwatch. "These two cunts have been real good. We've spent most of the time with em. Usually, we get tired of the bitches earlier. That's good, real good.
We're gonna keep you ladies on file." Cindy didn't know bow to feel. But something inside her just wouldn't respond negatively. She still sat there primly, her hands clasped while Ed circled behind her and rubbed the back of her neck with one hand. She found herself pushing back against his hand shamelessly like a dog. She liked the way he was touching her and wished he would run his hands all 'over her body, as he'd done before.
"Wire her up before we let the old lady back in," Ed snapped.
The words cunt through her like a burning branding iron. Cindy was about to open her mouth when Joe and Chris grabbed either arm, yanking her up from the stool. Ed looked on as the two men dragged her back toward the pulleys. At first she thought they were going to hang her from the ceiling again. But there were other plans.
Ed strolled behind the two men, rummaging around in that dreaded cabinet and pulling out a four-foot long cross bar. Lowering the overhead pulley rope, he attached the wooden pole to an adjustable eye hook, raising it once more until it was almost three feet from the floor. Joe and Chris pushed Cindy to the concrete, pulling both legs out until her ankles touched either end of the rod. Chris pulled out two lengths of leather stripping from his back pocket, handing one to Joe while wrapping his around and around the girl's ankle and the pole.
Cindy watched mutely, her eyes rolling up now and then to the ceiling. She knew they were going to hang her upside down. They were going to hang her like a piece of meat, then bring in her mother and watch the horror spread over Ellen's face once more.
"Okay," Joe said, testing the thongs and finding them taut.
"Then up she goes."' Cindy heard the creaking of the winch, felt the tension against her legs as her ass dragged forward over the floor. She was directly under the pulleys now, her ankles rising, her back flattening against the floor. Cindy brought her hands forward, stretching them up as if she could somehow untie the ropes holding her captive. It was futile. In a moment, her legs were straight up in the air, kept spread apart by the pole. Her shoulders were dragging over the concrete now. Cindy found herself completely hung from her ankles, her head swinging three inches from the floor while her hair swept like a broom over the filthy concrete.
"Ohhhhh The blood rushed to her head, making Cindy feel a little weak and dizzy. She felt the leather thongs tightening around her ankles. as her body weight pulled her down.
"Now, get the old lady. We're gonna have some fun here. You might get a chance to get back at that cunt after she's whipped the fuck out of you." There was scuffling behind her, then the sound of her mother's voice.
"Oh, my God! What have you done to her?"
"Fat chance you care, considering the way you beat the snot out of her." Ellen had stewed with that thought for the past hour, hearing sounds outside the door of her tiny cell and guessing they were tormenting her daughter. She had thought of the feelings that bad shot through her wind at the time, and she felt miserably ashamed of herself now. She would beg Cindy's forgiveness. She would let the men do anything to her just as long as they would let her daughter go. Then Ellen caught sight of Cindy hanging by ha feet, her tits banging against her chin, the marks of her latest beating still visible on her white flesh and her heart sank in despair. No, these men weren't going to listen to her pleas. They were going to have both women until they had simply tired of them.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Ellen whispered as they dragged her forward.
She caught sight of her daughter's tear blurred eyes. How Cindy hated her! She could see that in her eyes! How would she ever repay her daughter for all the pain she'd caused her? The thought troubled Ellen as she watched Cindy swinging from the ceiling.