Chapter 9
"Uhhhh!"
Again Betty tried climbing from the tub, her feet slipping on the filthy piss now coating the bottom. Once more Karl slapped her across the face with the back of his hand, knocking the teen away. She found herself wallowing in the piss, her flesh stinking with the awful stuff. Both teachers were laughing cruelly at her, pointing at her as she thrashed about in the tub while trying to move away from the awful piss.
"It's what comes naturally to you," Karl said, starting up his pissing again.
"Uhhhh ... oooohhhh, no, no, it's filthy, stop it, it's filthy!"
The girl found herself gagging once more, turning away from the stinging stream.
Betty felt as if she were suspended over some terrible abyss. Below, it was dark where unseen terrors lurked for her, waiting to feed off her flesh. These men were pushing her in that direction, shoving her into the hole.
The stream stopped. Thank God, the piss stopped striking her body! Betty breathed a sigh of relief, pressing her forehead against one lip of the tub. The last of the piss gurgled down the drain between her ankles. She shivered, feeling a little cold. A draft was blowing gently against her piss-stained flesh, making her skin pucker up in goosepimples. A tremor rippled across her left cheek as she wiped her fingers gingerly along her face, clearing away some of the piss.
Betty watched as Karl flicked off a droplet of piss from his prick, that drop striking her across the nose. She blinked, lying very still, looking up at him and wondering what on earth he was going to do now.
"Don't move."
Karl bucked away, rolling his cock between his thumb and forefinger while Dan stepped up. Betty's breath caught, her heart thudding wildly as she saw the big stud coach point his cock at her. It was going to happen again! She knew he was going to piss on her the way Karl had. Betty shook her head from side to side as if that denial could somehow stop the horror that was about to happen.
"Open your mouth, Betty. Open it. I've got plans for you."
"N-N-Noo!"
Dan shrugged as if he knew she would refuse to obey. He smiled, then backhanded her twice, knocking her head sharply against the tub's edge. Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her forward, nearly splitting her lip when her face struck the opposite end of the bathtub.
Betty somehow managed to keep from fainting, putting her hands up and bracing herself against the bath while trying to push away from the savage coach.
"Now, open up, or you won't have a face to do anything with, understand?" he growled.
Betty nodded, the stinging and aching in her skull making it impossible for her to speak. She drew back, putting her hands modestly over her pussy while she tilted her head and opened her mouth. She gagged, knowing full well what Coach Ungar had planned for her. Her body shivered with revulsion as she felt the first hot, stinging drops of his piss strike her hips.
"That's perfect, that's right."
Betty inhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling, her tits moving with them. It was so odd sitting there like this, her legs in front of her, her mouth opened, waiting for ... for his piss!
While squatting there in the middle of all this urine, Betty was sharply aware of that pulsing itch between her legs, that twitching of her clit that was taking her breath away. It seemed that the more they degraded her, the more she enjoyed it, reveling in her own personal horror, climaxing when most honorable women would have shrunk in disgust. And now ... and now the piss was starting, this time spraying out of the coach's prick.
Betty curled her fingers against her thighs, digging them over her flesh and scratching as hard as she could as the stream picked up strength. She blinked her eyes open, staring straight at him. She saw that sick smile, that glow in his eyes, as he began moving the stream up, up from her belly toward her opened mouth. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Slowly it moved past her belly button, spattering against her nipples, up to the throat, then on her chin. She grunted again, the pulse leaping in her throat. The stink was spreading again, that awful smell that made her gag and nearly vomit.
Betty thought about drawing back, but couldn't. She remembered those stinging blows, the way her body smacked hard against the tub. She was caught, trapped in this hell until they let her go. Even now as she watched the piss spatter on her chin, drops ricocheting up and spattering her cheeks and eyelids, the girl felt the juices in her pussy spilling over, her clit swelling up until she thought it was going to explode in climax right now.
"Come closer, baby, a little closer."
Betty heard Kathy scream out through that latex ball gag. The girl was in obvious pain. Betty could hear her cries as the stream of piss began its journey up to her opened mouth. There was nothing she could do for her friend now. All she could do was sit there and take the filth offered by the coach.
"That's right, your head back a little more.
Right, just right."
Betty choked as the first of the stream struck her upper front teeth. She felt the drops sprinkle into her nostrils. She blinked again, her throat constricting painfully as the piss washed freely over her tongue. Quickly, Betty felt her mouth filling with urine, the filthy yellow hot liquid swirling around like the dirtied water of a flushed toilet bowl.
She closed her throat more tightly, determined not to swallow his piss, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. It was a small triumph, but one she was able to hang onto as Coach Ungar continued to squirt his filth in her mouth.
He moved the stream up again, this time aiming for her eyes. Betty closed them just in time, feeling the water stinging her lids, then moving up to her forehead and slicking into her golden hair-She threw her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders, her eyes squinched shut while she moved her fingers lewdly along her cuntlips.
That little fire in her pussy had grown into something much more intense and heated. Her clit curled and singed from the heat raging through her cunt while Coach Ungar continued to piss in her mouth. Just as he went dry, her clit exploded, making her hips whip from side to side over the filth. She used her thumbs to peel back her cuntlips, strumming her clit, doing everything she could to increase the wild, hot throbbing sensation burning through her tight cunt.
"Let me." Coach Ungar crawled into the tub, bracing himself while raising one foot. He pressed one big toe into her cunt.
Through a red mist, Betty saw his cock was getting hard, his neck muscles quivering. A strange delight raced through her pussy as she slid her ass over the piss-stained tub and let him jab his toe into her cunt. Betty threw back her head and let out a cat-like yowl, her tits slapping together, her nipples pulsing nearly as hard as her cunt.
Coach Ungar hesitated only a moment, then turned around, placing both his hands on the front of the tub and angling his ass over her. He was a foot away. She looked up and saw the black hairs wiggling from his asscrack. She could see his ass muscles working against one another. Then a smelly fart cloud engulfed her, gagging her, forcing her away. The coach moved along with her, stepping on her ankles, forcing the girl to remain in one place while he once more positioned his ass over her.
"No, too much! You're going too far!" Betty cried, trying to twist away from him.
But the coach had positioned himself too well over the cringing teen. He squatted down a little more, his feet slipping on the yellowish liquid coating the bottom of the tub.
Betty screamed, shaking her head from side to side, gagging from another filthy fart that had blown from his quivering shitter. She smelled him. She knew what was about to happen.
Betty tensed her belly muscles, feeling her body revolt as she watched the first of the brown turds start to squeeze from his shitter.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
They plopped down between her thighs, staining her legs, her cunt, her ankles.
Betty retched, clapping both hands over her mouth and trying to keep the vomit from splashing through her front teeth. The shit mingled with the piss on the tub's floor, creating an open sewer in which Betty lay. The smell was fetid, unimaginable, as she wallowed in it.
"There, better than takin' a shit in the toilet," Dan said, crawling out of the tub and wiping his feet with a filthy towel.
Betty tried to squirm away from the pool of shit under her body. But it was impossible to get away from the filth. She gagged again, looking up pleadingly at the men in an effort to escape.
"Please, please get me out of here," she begged, trying to crawl from the tub.
"We ought to let her stay there for some hours ... you know, let her think about what happened. But, shit, it stinks in there! What the hell did you have for lunch anyway?" Karl asked, pulling Betty from the tub, then directing her to a small partition to the left.
The girl rushed quickly, feeling as if every square inch of her body had been violated. A shower! While the men were pushing the tub away, Betty rushed in, turning on the water. It was icy cold. She had expected nothing better. At least it was water, water cleansing her flesh, water washing away the filth and horror of the past few moments. Betty sighed, turning around, feeling her flesh draw tight against her bones while goosebumps drew her nipples taut.
Betty turned and turned in the stream, wishing she could stay under the icy spray all day, all night. But they were out there. And there was Kathy, still strung upside down, still crying out, her body stretched painfully.
"You fall in? Come out. You can't stay in there all day."
Betty sighed, turning off the water and pushing aside the dirty plastic curtain. Dan threw her something-a towel, half-clean, something to dry herself with.
"You're probably worried about your friend. Let's see how she's doing," Dan said solicitously, having cleaned up his own mess.
Betty shivered at his touch as he guided her around the partition to Kathy. She stopped, taking in a long breath. She had forgotten how grotesque it was seeing someone roped up in that way.
Kathy's face was red while the rest of her body seemed a leprous white. The ropes cut into her body as the weights behind rested on the floor. They had fallen all the way, having stretched her body to the maximum. Kathy was groaning steadily, her eyes closed. For one second, Betty thought her friend was dying, having been pulled apart. She wanted to fly at these men with her fingernails, scratching their eyes out. Then Betty saw her friend blink her eyes open and take in the trio before her. She shivered, screaming as loudly as she could, her body shaking violently against the ropes holding her prisoner.
"She's still feisty. Good. That's what we need. Someone like Betty here, and it looks like we've found another one," Dan said, slapping Betty playfully on the ass.