Chapter 6
"Yeah," Michael said with a grin. "Now that you mention it, I do need to piss."
Darcie smiled and turned back to where Tammy still fucked her as on the whip handle, all the time crying and moaning, her eyes fixed with horror.
"Right here," Darcie said with a nasty grin. "On her."
"No, you can't, no!" Tammy screeched as she jerked her ass off the whip handle, rolling across the floor, getting what remained of her little slip wet in the piss that ran on the tiles. "Let me go! No, not that, you perverts!"
But they were on her at once, leaving the pathetically sprawled Donald on the floor. He didn't dare move. He just lay there in a pool of piss, moaning to himself.
"You perverts, no!" Tammy screamed as they grabbed her and hauled her toward the toilet bowl. "No, please, you can fuck me-but not that, please!"
Darcie stood over the helpless preacher's wife as they bent her backward over the toilet bowl, so that her shoulders were forced down on it, her face staring up from over the bowl. Tammy screamed as the handcuffs were clicked back around her wrist and her arm forced painfully down, behind the toilet bowl.
"No! Oh, you creeps! You disgusting perverts!" she screamed.
Her other arm was forced brutally down until they clicked the handcuffs together under the bend of the toilet bowl pipe, and Tammy was helpless. She stared up at her tormentors, standing around her, grinning at her helplessness. Her arms were bent agonizingly back under her head, her shoulders rubbed against the edge of the toilet bowl, and she had to hold herself up on her legs to take the strain off the rest of her body. She swayed there, aching, sobbing, going out of her mind with horror.
"Hey, you mind if I have mini-dick?" Carla asked, strolling over to Donald. "I mean the rest of you want her, so..."
"Sure," Darcie said. "Just make sure the bastard hurts and doesn't come."
Carla laughed and turned to the moaning, sobbing Donald. "Get up, you slimy fucker," she said, taking the whip from Paulina.
Donald staggered to his feet, his vision blurred, his face puffy, his body heaving in the tight leather corset. His cock still stuck out like a small pole in the tight bindings, and Carla ran her hand over it, stroking him gently.
"You wanna please me?" she purred.
"Yes, yes, please-I want to please you," Donald moaned.
"With this?" Carla yelled and rocked with laughter. She pulled at his small cock and squeezed his balls until he moaned and gave a whine of pain. "In the shower, you louse."
Carla grabbed his collar. With his arms lashed to his sides, he had a hard time of it as Carla pushed him under the shower and turned it on, cold. He gasped as the jet rushed over his face, but stood there until Carla was sure he had all the piss washed off his face. Then she let him out.
In the wet corset, which was getting tighter now that it was wet, Donald was a pathetic sight. He stood and shivered until Carla pulled him to a chair and forced him to his knees. She spread her pussy in front of him and pulled his mouth to her hot wet cunt-gash.
"Suck!" she snapped.
The helpless evangelist sank his mouth over Carla's pussy and sucked at her cuntal slit while she held his hair and ran the whip over his back to remind him.
Michael wound the chain from Tammy's collar around the pipe her wrists were handcuffed around and leaned back on it to tighten the collar a little. Tammy gasped and moaned as her air was partially cut off, making it more difficult to breathe. She twisted on the toilet seat, her legs spread to keep her balance.
"Please, no," she whispered.
But Michael was standing over her, his cock standing out, hard and thick. He rubbed his prick gently as he pointed it down, right at her face, his legs spread around her shoulders on the toilet seat.
"Beg me to piss on you," he laughed.
"No, no, please! Not that! I don't--aaaagghhhh!" Tammy heaved as Darcie lashed the whip expertly between her thighs and beat a line of pain across her pussy and upper thighs. "No, please, not that, no, no!"
The problem was that in her bent-back position, she had to keep her thighs open to hold her balance. If she closed them, she rocked and fell to the side, almost tearing her arm out of its socket as her shoulder pulled on the toilet seat edge. She struggled and twisted, but she just had to keep her thighs apart-and that left her open to anything the sadistic Darcie wanted to do.
What Darcie wanted to do was whip Tammy with the very end of the whip on the swollen lips of her pussy. She flicked the whip handle and the plaited leather tail lashed in, beating into Tammy's vulnerable crotch, leaving her pussy-lips throbbing with agony.
Tammy lurched, her shoulders rolling on the toilet seat, her mouth open as she screamed.
Michael stood over her face, his cock waiting to unload his bladder full of piss.
"Bet me," he snarled.
"Please, no, no!" Tammy screamed, heaving as the whip cut her clit, sending explosions of pain rushing over her.
But even then in that degraded and painful position, the terrible, surging lust that came from the beat of the whip washed over her again. She knew Darcie knew it and was beating her pussy to get that very result, but it didn't make it easier for the bound wife. The whip lashed in, whipping into her clit. She begged them to stop, but her body was betraying her and she knew that she was caught between the two impossible degradations of climaxing to the beat of the whip or begging to be pissed on.
Then the whip lashed her pussy, the tip beating into her ass-cheeks just below her pussy-crack.
"Aaaaghgh! Piss on me then, you bastard!" she wailed.
"Good enough," Michael said.
Tammy closed her eyes, writhing helplessly as the whip beat her pussy and sent explosions of pain and lust all over her body.
The stream of hot piss rushed over her face. It was rank and horrible, pouring out of Michael's cock, over her face and into the toilet. A lot of it poured over the seat and onto the floor, and some piss ran down her neck and into the tattered remains of her slip, getting her whole body damp with piss to her waist. She moaned and kept her eyes closed, trying not to open her mouth or breathe.
But then the whip lashed her again, and the rush of pain and lust opened her mouth. Piss poured in and she struggled, trying to spit the horrible stuff out, but more of it rushed over her face. In shuddering horror, she swallowed some of the stinking stuff, retching as it ran warmly down her throat, her body heaving. The whip cut her pussy, and she leaped as the surges of lust burned into the shame and degradation, opening her throat even more as she screamed and twisted. Piss gurgled in her mouth as Michael held his cock, laughing with each spurt of his piss.
"Drink it down, bitch!" he roared, aiming his cock all over Tammy's wailing face.
Piss was drenching her long brunette hair, spilling all over the floor and into the toilet, and still the stream came. Tammy moaned and wept, then screamed as the whip beat her clit and sent shudders of lust rushing over her again. Her thighs were now pushed open, her cunt thrust up brazenly for the pain.
Her arousal soared with each lash of the whip-until she was screaming on the edge of the most depraved experience of her life.
But the stream of Michael's piss was declining and the whip stopped. Tammy moaned, dizzy with the whirling emotions rushing around inside her. Michael flicked the last drop of piss off his cock and pushed the cock-tip at her mouth.
"Lick it clean," he demanded.
Hardly knowing what she was doing, Tammy flicked her tongue out and cleaned Michael's cock-head. He held his prick between her lips until he was satisfied and then stepped back, running his stiffening cock down her body, over the twisted remains of her slip.
Finally, he reached her cunt. With a grin, he dropped to his knees and rammed his rock-hard fucker into her soft pussy. There was no disguising it-Tammy's cunt was wet and the massive fucker went in easily, right to the balls.
"Uuuinrhhh!" Tammy sobbed as her cunt was reamed out by Michael's massive fuck-rod. Already her cuntal walls were squirming under the attack, sending out messages of arousal that were second only to the ones that came from the beat of the whip. She panted, staring down at Michael as he fucked her, his big cock running in and out of her pussy with long hard strokes.
Then Luis was standing over her, his cock sticking out hard and ready. "Guess what?" he laughed.
"No, no, uuurrrghhh!" Tammy wailed as the stream of piss rushed out of his cock.
Piss splashed into her face, and the stink of it almost made her throw up again. But there was the rasping of Michael's cock in her cunt and the throbbing contact at once made the pleasure surge over the disgusting horror. She sobbed, warm piss running into her mouth and down over her tits.
Luis laughed, piss rushing out of his massive, thick prick and over the helplessly bound wife's face. He jerked his cock around, pouring the stream over Tammy's neck and tits for a while until he moved it back up, over her suffering face.
Tammy heaved and sobbed on the toilet seat. Michael's cock ran in and out of her cunt, fucking to the very depths, churning around, his thick cock-head butting right to the end of her fuck channel. She gasped in the collar, hardly noticing the effort it took her to breathe. Michael gripped her thighs, forcing them open, fucking her with all the force he could muster.
As she twisted and squirmed on the toilet seat, her arms aching as she pulled at the handcuffs, her thighs heaving to the beat of Michael's cock, Tammy started to come.
The stream of piss was still rushing over her face but the disgusting smell and gross taste accentuated the depraved pleasure, sending her jerking and twisting, her body betraying her yet again. She screamed, and her cunt started sucking at Michael's cock, and she gave herself up for lost.
"Come on, you cunt!" Luis yelled, his cock spurting hot streams of piss over Tammy's face. "Let's have another one, bitch!" He roared with laughter, his piss washing over her face and hair.
Tammy twisted and jerked, weeping with the force of the emotions tearing her apart. Her cunt was spasming over Michael's fuck-rod as it slammed into her, her cuntal walls throbbing with fresh power at every stroke. The sharp arrows of climax were shooting over her harder, making her whole body twist and throb uncontrollably. She screamed, piss filling her mouth, her cunt erupting with slow orgasms.
"Jeeezzz!" Luis gasped as his stream of piss ran out. "She's gonna come again-look at the bitch!"
He rammed his cock into Tammy's mouth for a moment and the helpless wife moaned as her body surged again to the thrust of Michael's prick. The rasping fuck over her pussy-walls was getting unbearable, the surges of pleasure rushing out harder and faster, driving her out of her mind. So she hardly noticed when Paulina stepped over her, facing Michael as he slammed his prick into her cunt.
Paulina's long stocking-clad legs were stretched on either side of Tammy's face, tight around the toilet bowl, and she held her dress up, showing the blonde gash of her pussy. She leaned back against the toilet tank and dangled the nipple-clamps right in front of Tammy's eyes.
In a nightmare of strange desire, Tammy saw Paulina grin. Then she squatted down close, the hot lips of her cuntal opening right over Tammy's mouth. Paulina's pussy-hair was damp and the smell of her heat wafted over Tammy's nostrils. Michael's cock still fucked her cunt as she felt Paulina take hold of one of her nipples and start screwing the metal clamp no to it.
"Nooooo!" Tammy wept.
But the spasms of painful lust were building and her body throbbed to the demands of her terrible captors. The screw of the nipple-clamp tightened, biting into her flesh until the pain gushed and soared over her, mingling with the rushing climaxes from her pussy until she wasn't even sure which was which.
The second screw went on her other nipple as the first one dangled and pulled at her tit-flesh. Tammy's guttural moans rang around the bathroom as the pain came, biting out of her mashed nipple as the screw tightened. The twin agonies fused with the power of the fucking her cunt was getting-and she shuddered up to another terrible climax, her wrists pulling at the handcuffs until her skin broke and the blood stains spread over her arm.
"Urrrghhh!" she screamed as Michael's prick plunged to the depths of her cunt and Paulina picked up the clamps, playing with them, twisting them on Tammy's trembling nipples. "Urrrghhh! No!"
She knew what was going to happen, but Paulina kept her in suspense. The horrible blonde sadist pulled at the clamps, stretching Tammy's tits out, then twisting them, getting deeper and harder screams of anguish from the bound wife. She waited until Tammy was in a screaming fit of orgasm, screaming and begging, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her whole body racked with the most terrible lust.
Then she pissed into Tammy's open mouth.
The shock sent Tammy over the top of her orgasm and out of her mind. She had no idea what she was really doing as she drank the piss, licking it out of Paulina's pussy as it flowed out. The piss flavor seemed almost like nectar to her now as the crashing orgasm rolled over her to the beat of Michael's fucking cock and the gushing agony from her clamped nipples. Her long hair was matted with piss, her body covered with it, and still she came, helpless in the grip of the most powerful arousal she had ever known.
"Fuck, her cunt's going wild!" Michael gasped, his eyes fixed on Paulina's fingers as she worked the clamps harder on Tammy's nipples. "Fuuuuuck, make her scream, Paulina!"
"Yeah!" Paulina yelled, yanking on the tit-clamps, twisting them, almost turning Tammy's tits in a complete circle.
The bound woman screamed as the waves of horrible, agonizing lust rushed over her. The foaming piss ran out of her mouth and into the toilet bowl as the stream diminished, and Paulina gave a low purr of satisfaction. She slowly lowered her cunt onto Tammy's mouth.
"Suck me," she ordered.
Tammy didn't even consider disobeying. Her piss-covered mouth sank into Paulina's cunt, sucking at the hot wet flesh, tasting the last of her piss and the hot juices that came from her aroused cunt. Paulina gave a moan of pleasure and twisted the nipple-clamps, sending Tammy into another surge of depraved passion.
"Better, fuck-face, do it right!" Paulina yelled, jerking on the clamps, twisting, heaving as she rubbed her hot cunt over Tammy's mouth.
Paulina's little black dress had fallen down over Tammy's face and the bound wife was almost glad to be hidden. The side of Paulina's suspender belt rubbed over her cheek, but she didn't notice it as she licked the red lips of Paulina's pussy and sucked the hard clit into her mouth, chewing it lightly between her teeth.
"Yeah, not bad, yeah!" Paulina exclaimed, her cunt throbbing in Tammy's mouth.
She twisted the nipple-clamps, pulling the hard buds out until the metal teeth almost pulled off Tammy's nipples.
That sent another rush of orgasm through the bound wife, and she sobbed in the knowledge of the terrible control they had over her. They could bind her and fuck her and, as long as they hurt her, she would come. It was the most shameful feeling, and Tammy fought it, losing the battle all the way. She was sinking, falling into a twilight world of fuck-lust where anything went.
Her back arched as she came, sucking wildly at Paulina's cunt, feeling the mean blonde tremble and shake with rising orgasm. Tammy's legs ached, and her bent knees tried to hold up as Michael fucked her faster and harder, gripping her thighs, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy.
"Yeaaaahhh!" he roared. "Hurt the bitch! I'm coming!"
He rocked and reamed her cunt out, fucking her harder, his balls slapping into her soft ass-cheeks each time his prick plunged to the depths of her cunt. His hard cock-shaft swelled and pulsed in her soft buttery cunt, the cum boiling in his balls. He leaned back and roared, his ass twitching and jerking with the force of his fucking.
"Yeaaahhh, here it comes, baby!"
Tammy felt his cock jerk in her cunt, his cock-head fucking deep, rubbing her trembling cunt-walls into a frenzy of need. The thick cock-meat swelled as the cum rushed up it, the hot cum spurted out into her fuck-channel, and Paulina gave a scream of triumph, pulling and jerking at the clamps.
The jizz poured into Tammy's cunt, sliming her sucking, trembling cunt-walls as they clutched at the massive fucker. The spasms of orgasm rocked the bound wife each time they rushed over her, and her screams bubbled out of Paulina's cunt as she sucked at the hot, slippery pussy-folds.
Paulina was driving the bound girl crazy with the tit-clamps too, twisting them harder and faster as her own passion surged. Her pussy ran juices into Tammy's mouth as she rolled it over her face. Sudden spasms of orgasm burst inside Paulina and she gasped, rubbing her cunt harder at Tammy's face.
"Suck me, bitch! Suck my cunt off!" she demanded.
As the surging of the agony from Tammy's nipples and the explosions of her orgasmic lust mingled and blended, she sucked Paulina's clit into her mouth, right between her teeth, and bit it, chewing at the hard clit-flesh as she went crazy with passion and pain.
"Bitch, bitch!" Paulina screamed, twisting and pulling at the tit-clamps in the surges of her own pain.
But all that did was send Tammy higher and her chewing teeth tightened, rolling on Paulina's clit as she licked at the hard wet pussy-flesh. Paulina screamed, ramming her cunt on Tammy's face, rolling it, tearing her cut out of Tammy's teeth by force, but then sliding it back down for the screaming, climaxing wife to bite and chew again.
"You cunt-faced shit!" Paulina screeched in agony as she came, her pussy-juices pouring over Tammy's already-soaked face. Her little black dress flicked around, showing her thighs and, on occasions, glimpses of Tammy's screaming face to the fascinated watchers.
"Jesus Christ! Look at her-she's dangerous!" Luis gasped.
Noel grinned as he watched carefully. "She's sure gonna need careful handling." He took a sip of his cognac.
Timmy didn't hear that as she came and spasmed, her whole body throbbing to the demands of her perverse lust.
Michael's cum burst forth, gushing over her wet, sucking cunt-walls. The thrust of his cock drove her to a peak of lust as the final wads of his cum-load burst out and his frantic fucking began to slow.
"Oooohhh, fuck!" Michael gasped, holding Tammy's thighs, gripping them as he slammed his cock deep into her cunt and held it there, letting the cum dribble out as he gasped and sighed with satisfaction. His pulses of slowing orgasm rocked to the same beat as Tammy's trembling come as she lay bent back on the toilet seat, moaning and sucking at Paulina's cunt.
Very slowly, Paulina eased her cunt up off Tammy's face as the trembles of satisfaction washed over her. She pulled her dress back up and grinned down at the heaving, moaning young woman.
"Not bad, cunt. You might make something yet," she said.
"Fuck off!" Tammy screamed, no longer afraid of anything.
A deep fire burned in her guts as she gasped for breath in the collar that had suddenly got tight again. The fire was getting stronger all the time, despite the ache in her arms, the burning in her tits and wrists where the clamps and handcuffs still twisted. Her guts churned as Michael worked his softening cock out of her cummy cunt, and her fuck-channel tightened around the cock-shaft, trying to keep it. She moaned, jerked a little as Paulina gave the nipple-clamps a final twist.
Michael unclipped the cuffs, unwound the chain to the collar, and Tammy fell, rolling face down on the floor, not caring that she was in a pool of piss.
Dimly, she heard Donald moaning as Carla kept him sucking her cunt, but it seemed faint and far away. Moaning, she knelt up, rubbing her back, her wrists and tits. But the pain was dark and distant, even the pain in her nipples. It had to explode to really affect her. She knelt there, covered in slippery piss, her hair matted and stinking, wondering what they would do to her next.