Chapter 10
Curly came down the stairs first, followed by two others. Ellen looked up from her bound position, staring heavy-lidded at the men who were studying her with curiosity.
"You fuck her?"
Jeff threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"You kiddin'? She's been going like nuts for the past couple of hours. She's a regular fucking machine, once you knock her around a little," Jeff admitted, nodding in Ben's direction.
"I don't know if I wanna fuck her now," one of the other boys said.
"Yeah, he gets all the fucking goods, while we get sloppy seconds," Curly said gloomily, kicking one foot against the floor.
"Hey, come on, she is my cuz. Besides," Jeff said, brightening, "we got ways to clean her up for the hog call, right? Remember Pam?"
Curly's face lightened, his lips curling into a smile.
"Sure, that little bitch who thought her shit didn't stink."
"Come on. We're gonna give this one the same treatment.. . sort of."
Jeff unbuckled the cuffs holding her ankles to the chains, letting her legs fall while unstrapping the belt binding her to the stool.
Ellen nearly fell from the bench, catching herself and rising from the prone position she had been in. Jeff was there, standing imperiously, pointing in the direction of the cross.
Ellen moaned. Not again. No more, no more electricity. Her body would surely disintegrate under any more of that pain.
"Come on, baby. I'm not gonna flick around with you all damned day."
Ellen rose from the bench,, her muscles aching, her shoulders throbbing in pain. She started shuffling dejectedly toward that awful device. But Jeff caught her arm, redirecting her move. Ellen looked at him with confusion. He guided her past the cross, past the horrid transformation from which she cringed and hugged his body. It was dark ahead of her. At that point Jeff stopped, flipping on a light.
A bathtub? They wanted her in a bathtub? Ellen looked at her cousin with surprise, then stared back at the thing. There was a drain at the forward end, but obviously no water attachments. It looked as if it had been just shoved there for storage.
"What do you want me to do?"
Jeff smiled.
"That's the way I like to hear it. No screamin', no fightin'. You just wanna help me out, right? Good. Climb in there, slut. That's a good bitch, one leg after the other ... that's the way."
Ellen felt the cold slick surface of the tub against the bare soles of her feet. She shivered but did as she was told, peering over one shoulder nervously and seeing the others had gathered more closely at the tub. What was going to happen to her in here? She was certain it would be awful.
"Come on, come a little closer to the edge, Ellen. You don't wanna slide away from me," Curly said, scratching his groin obscenely.
Ellen felt the last rush of angry injured pride she would feel for some time. They were taking her for granted. She was their private whore, their kept slut on call whenever they chose to wriggle their fingers for her. She wanted to spit in their faces. And yet, lying there, her tits pressed against the cool smooth porcelain surface of the tub, she couldn't resist their commands. There was something in her cousin's masterful tone, something in the desire she had to be dominated that overrode all common sense. Ellen curled her fingers around the lips of the tub, pulling herself up to the edge and looking up at the men.
Curly and her cousin were the closest, the others several steps behind. Jeff made the first move, unbuttoning his shirt, then slipping his Levi's down around his knees. His prick was soft, something that surprised the young girl. She had been so used to seeing that massive fucker sticking straight out, the full ten inches ringed with ropelike blue veins. His balls were tight against his crotch, a sign he was excited. But something was keeping him from getting his prick long and thick.
Curly was shoving his pants down as well, his cock long and yet only semi-rigid. He was rolling the fat cockhead around between his fingers, bending his knees slightly while caressing the underside of the double-lobed tip gently.
Ellen found herself licking her lips, wondering if the guys were going to make her suck both cocks at the same time. She could already feel the pain in her jaw and wondered how it would feel having the two pricks sliding over her tongue, rubbing against her tonsils, jamming down her throat and cuffing off precious oxygen.
"Oh, God! No, oh . .. disgusting!"
Ellen reeled back, covering her face with both hands. Her ass slapped against the porcelain bottom of the tub while her tits jiggled like pudding on her chest. Ellen tried scrambling away, her feet slipping on the smooth surface. She tumbled back in, screaming at the top of her lungs while still beating at the disgusting yellow stream of piss that was stinging against her thighs.
Her cousin was pissing on her, the hot piss spattering over her hips, then rolling down toward her belly. She rolled halfway around, clawing at the opposite lip of the tub, trying to pull herself out. One of the boys ran around and brought one fist down against her hand like a hammer.
Ellen screamed, feeling as if every bone in her hand had been shattered. She drew back her arm, still screeching, trying to roll away from the filthy piss.
"Come on, baby, don't be like that. You wanna get cleaned up, right? You wanna have some fun. Well, you're gettin' both," Jeff said grimly, squeezing off the stream of piss for a moment. "Just what the fuck you deserve, slut."
Ellen shook her head violently, drawing her legs up to avoid the piss that was gathering around the drain. She heard the gurgling sound of the piss going down and felt bile rising hotly in her throat. It was all she could do to keep from gagging. The thought of being used as someone's toilet horrified her.
As much as she had endured so far, this had to be the worst. The electricity, the punching, the boot-licking, everything seemed to pale beside this latest outrage. Ellen drew back, her eyelids fluttering as she looked from one man to the other and realized there was no way out.
Curly came forward once more, holding his prick aimed at her face the way a gun man would hold his weapon. Ellen knelt there, not daring to move a muscle, feeling her heart beating so hard she thought it would explode in her chest. A yellow drop, then another oozed from the piss slit and dropped with a thunk in front of her. Then the drops came more rapidly, finally merging once more into a stream of hot piss.
"I . . . I can't do this . . . I . . . uhhhhh!" Somehow, Ellen managed to keep from retching in front of them. The hot, disgusting, smelly stream of piss spattered over her belly, filling her navel, then spilling through her cuntal hairs into her pussy gash. It sluiced down her thighs and dribbled over her hips into the tub where the warm, oily pies gathered under her ass like a warm grease. The whole thing made the girl wriggle perceptively, her eyelids blinking. She wriggled her hips, instinctively trying to shake off the hot drops.
"My turn."
Someone behind began pissing on the back of her neck, wetting down her spine, pissing on her ass. She felt the hot, stinging stream oozing into her asscrack, and making the backs of her legs wet with piss. Ellen gagged, putting one hand up to her mouth once again to keep from vomiting. She swallowed the awful-tasting bile down, tightening her throat while a second stream of piss spattered against hot tight, white buns and turned them yellow.
"Now, a little more," Jeff said.
"Come on, baby, open up that mouth, open wide. I wanna piss in it, use it for a toilet," Jeff said in a mocking voice.
She wailed, but no one was paying her any attention. She could feel the piss spattering in her hair, sucking it down, making it cling disgustingly to her skull while more warm piss pattered down against her back. When Jeff moved the stream of piss up to her mouth, she closed her eyes, refusing to open her lips until he reached down and started applying pressure to her jaw. Remembering the bone crushing pain from the last time, the girl opened her mouth, constricting her throat even more to keep the piss from oozing down to her belly.
It was awful. The piss spattered along her lips, then moved down to her chin before shooting into her mouth. Ellen could feel the piss filling her mouth, gurgling around her teeth, then slopping out and dribbling down her chin. And to her increasing horror and surprise, the young teenager found her clit was stinging to a climax, throbbing and jerking as Curly sent the last of his piss spattering against the top of her cuntal mound.
It was the ultimate degradation. Her cousin had dragged her through all this, and she had survived. . . even enjoyed some of it... no, all of it. It was over for now. She could tell that. She saw that in her cousin's eyes, in the way he turned, hitched up his pants and stared at his buddies. There would be more, but not now.
"She's had enough," he said gruffly, throwing Ellen a towel. "Clean up. You're gonna go around here and show 'em how this shit works, but I won't put you through the ropes, not right now, anyway. We've got ourselves a real filly here, guys."
Ellen heard the men laugh in approval, watching them slap her cousin on the back.
"And, when you come back here again, you're gonna be surprised. Got more shit on the planning boards for you, bitch. Shower over there. Shit, you stink," Jeff said, wrinkling his nose in exaggerated disgust and shoving her away from him.
Ellen nearly crawled away from the laughing young men, feeling as worthless as a sack of shit. And yet. . .and yet she liked that feeling. Stepping into the small gray metal shower stall and turning on the icy water, the teenager realized she enjoyed being dominated that way.
Turning in the shower, she washed the piss off. Should she warn her aunt? Should she say or do something to help the other girls around here? Ellen found herself smiling as she began dabbing the water from her body. No. Let them find their own enjoyment here. She had little doubt they would. Certainly her cousin and Curly and the others would do their best to help.
And would she return? Ellen smiled, searching for her panties. Of course she would.