Chapter 6
"Please, Pat!" Janet moaned, tears running down her pretty cheeks as he pulled her roughly off the picnic table. "I'll fuck you, I'll suck you! I'll even suck your ass! Just please don't hurt me! I already hurt so bad!"
"Oh shut up, baby-slut." Pat dropped her to the deck like a bag of worthless garbage. He turned to his little brother. "You want to piss on her before we move on to the entertainment?"
Brian stared down at the ravaged, helpless babysitter with a hunger that made the beaten girl shiver. His huge cock still wagged out in front of his skinny body. It dripped a mix of jism, blood and cuntjuice.
Janet knelt, cringing in front of him under the shadow of Brian's huge cock, with only the ragged remains of the volleyball net to cover her body.
"Open your mouth," he said, and like the dazed, obedient slave the boys were bent on turning her into, she parted her lips.
Brian pissed like he had cum, the gushing stream of his waste hitting Janet's face so powerfully that her head was knocked back, her neck shot through with pain. His piss filled her mouth, poured down her throat in a choking torrent and splashed out over her lips in a waterfall of stinking yellow waste. Her svelte body shook from her coughing as Brian filled her lungs with his piss.
Janet was certain she was going to be drowned by the stinking rush of Brian's piss, but something kept her from pulling away from the boy, from closing her mouth long enough to clear her lungs of his piss. The realization hit her that Pat and his friends had changed her, broken her in some way that might never be the same again. But it wasn't just fear that kept her kneeling in front of Brian as he drowned her in his piss. She was getting excited, too.
That was the most terrible thing of all. While the boys had been breaking her spirit, training her to grovel at their feet and cater to their most perverted whims, they had also cracked through the beautiful but cold girl who had been Janet Halek. They'd released something shameful, a vile, whorish slut who craved every degrading, painful outrage they heaped on her. Even now, drowning in a river of boy's piss, her puffy cunt was juicing.
"Oh please! Oh please!" She thrashed wildly, babbling through the torrent of burning piss. "What kind of animal are you turning me into?"
"You're our personal whore now, you snotty slut!" Pat screamed into Janet's ear. He slapped one satiny haunch with a length of nylon cord. "You're such an athletic, tough-assed bitch that we thought we'd give you a real workout! Now hold still while I tie you up!"
Pat pulled her arms behind her back, standing back far enough so that he wouldn't be splattered by his brother's piss. Then he pushed her elbows together and began to loop the nylon cord around her arms. It wasn't until that cord began to bite into her slender, tender arms that she began to cry.
Brian stepped forward as the violent stream of his piss began to weaken. He jerked his cock from side to side, spraying her pretty, gasping face with his stinking piss. Janet screamed hoarsely as he soaked her face, agony rippling through her arms and shoulders as Pat bound her elbows together.
Brian watched her throat muscles working frantically as she swallowed the piss already pooled in her mouth. Each time she emptied her mouth of his piss he aimed his cock between her lush pink lips and filled her up once more.
Janet was taking Brian's piss by the mouthful now, but her lean, lithe body was still shuddering with her coughing from the piss he'd already blasted down her throat. Every gulp of his piss made her throat ache and burn. Pat finished tying her arms behind her, and the pain from her straining muscles made her back arch and her tits bulge outward.
Still her treacherous cunt wriggled and spasmed, squeezing out milky pussyjuice. Still her tits stung with a heavy, swollen feeling of pleasure. Still her body undulated sensually in the growing pool of Brian's piss. Still her tanned, flawless skin, now slick with the boy's stinking yellow piss, tingled to the touch of the rough deck. In spite of everything, Janet was going out of her mind with pleasure.
Brian's piss-stream was losing strength rapidly now. His cock was just inches away from her pretty, piss-soaked face. He leaned in even farther, touching the head of his cock against Janet's parted, glistening lips. His piss trickled into her mouth, and he could feel her soft lips tremble as she swallowed it eagerly.
Janet moved her tongue desperately over the drooling head of his cock, puckering her lips around the giant prick and drawing it inside her mouth. She was frantic with her desire to please the boy, to show that she was a good slave, a good fuck. She knew that Pat was planning something terrible, and she hoped that by pleasing his little brother she could convince them to stop. She didn't think she could survive much more. Her jaws ached as she tried to fit her lips around the boy's cockhead.
"Hold still, damn it!" Pat growled, grabbing at her feet and strapping on a pair of black six-inch spiked heels. "Don't you want to get dressed up in your pretty new outfit?"
"No, Pat, please, please no!" She begged without really knowing what she was begging him not to do.
Her tongue kept washing over Brian's fat red cockhead. She had stretched her lips all the way around the blooming prickhead now, and she sucked on it with all the breath she could muster. She lashed his cock with her tongue until she'd cleaned it of every trace of tacky sex slime. She squirmed her lips over the jaw-breaking stalk of his cock, trying to force more and more of it into her clogged, aching throat.
"Look at that," one of the twins said. He leaned down and pinched one of her rubbery brown nipples until she moaned in pain. "I think she could swallow his whole cock!"
Brian pulled the fat head of his prick out of Janet's grasping mouth and pulled her head against the lower part of his massive cock. The beaten babysitter knew what he wanted her to do. She flicked her pretty pink tongue out over the lower half of his massive cock and licked the horrid mix of blood and jism and cuntjuice away. Burning liquid pain flowed down her back from the tortured muscles of her bound arms, but still she nursed eagerly on Brian's filthy, smelly cock.
"She's almost there," David said. He was passing something out to the other boys, but the cock-licking young blonde couldn't get a clear look at whatever it was. "She's a humble little whore now that we showed her what some real fucking feels like. All that's left now is to train her hot little ass so that she remembers her place and learns how to use her beautiful body."
The degraded young babysitter burned with shame at the boy's terrible words, but when Brian lifted his spit-cleaned cock away from her mouth and pushed her head down toward the pink, hairless bag of his balls, Janet didn't resist. She lapped at his balls like an eager puppy, no longer sure if she was servicing Brian to avoid punishment, or because she was beginning to get turned on.
Once his cock had been thoroughly cleaned, Brian stepped back away from the helpless girl, leaving her open for the inspection of all the boys. She quivered beneath their hungry, lusting stares, wishing she could make herself disappear into the rough wood of the deck.
The black spiked heels Pat had fastened on her feet were unlike any she had ever seen, the heels six inches tall and needle thin, straps of black leather curling out from the shoes and up her gracefully curved calves. Almost all the way to her knees.
"Okay, piss drinker," Pat said, pulling something out from behind his back. "Now it's time for us all to play a little game. We call it, the hunt."
"No!" Janet screamed, shaking her head as violently as the rope around her throat would permit. Pat was holding a gun. All the boys were. "No, please, Pat, I'll do anything! I'll be your slave for life! You can fuck my pussy or mouth or ass or anything! Piss on me! Shit on me! Please, Pat, you're not going to kill me, are you?"
"You stupid bitch!" David kicked her in the small of her back to shut her up, sending a wave of tearing pain through her stretched muscles. "We know you're going to do all that shit! And we re sure as fuck not going to kill you until we've fucked you more than once each!"
"Lick my toes while I tell you the rules, you dirty bitch!" Pat shouted, putting the sole of his foot against Janet's pretty face.
Janet's tongue flicked over his dirty foot, her dazed mind racing. Her body was still burning with lust, but the sight of the guns had cleared her head a little. She washed the sole of Pat's foot clean with her spit, then ran her tongue between his toes. She even popped his toes into her mouth and sucked them like tiny cocks.
Janet's sex-dazed mind was racing now. For the first time, she realized just how completely in the power of Pat and his friends she was. Before she had thought that no matter how terrible the rape and torture became, she could forget it once it was over. Even the way her own body had betrayed her to the little savages was something she could forget in time. Now she knew that the boys could maim or kill her. Janet's will to resist had been shattered, but now she knew she had to look for a chance to escape. She had to be willing to fight these horrid boys.
"These are paint guns, you dumb bitch." As Pat spoke, he rubbed his spit-slick foot over the satiny pillows of Janet's tits. "My dad and some of his pals use them to play war. Hurt like hell, even through real thick clothes. They're going to feel great on that bare, creamy skin of yours. Of course, if you move fast enough, maybe you'll never get hit. And hell, just to give you some incentive, if you make it out of the yard, we won't fuck with you any more."
"You heard him!" David growled, yanking on a handful of Janet's short blonde hair for emphasis. "Move your lazy ass! I count ten and I'm going to start shooting."
The beautiful young babysitter struggled to her feet as the boys stepped back away from her. With her arms bound so painfully behind her and the spiked heels on her feet, it was almost impossible to get up, but finally she managed to.
"Hurry up," Clint said, pointing his gun at the sexy, struggling blonde. "You better get your bouncy ass moving before Pat and David say we can start shooting!"
Janet looked around wildly, her short blonde hair curtaining her pretty face. Everywhere she looked one of the boys blocked her path. There were only two ways out, the glass door that led back into the house, and the gate at the far end of the yard. The frightened girl realized that even if she reached one, she would never be able to open it with her arms tied behind her back.