"Please give it to me!" she pleaded, still digging in her cunt with one hand. "My pussy is on fire! The ants are eating my cunt!"
"Why should I?" he growled, his eyes gleaming like those of a wolf.
"I'll suck your cock!" Debby screamed frantically. "You can fuck my cunt! Corn-hole my ass! Anything! Shove it down my Goddamn throat. Just give me that fucking club before they tear my pussy apart!"
"There's one thing you forgot," he sneered, leaning toward her frightened face. "I can do that already. I can fuck my monster cock into any hole that you have, anytime I desire. I can rip the shit out of your asshole and pussy and choke you with my cock down your throat. You remember that when you're not quite so panicked."
He slammed the heavy dildo harshly into her stomach, then rose to tower over her.
Debby didn't care. Let him watch! Let him do anything he wanted! Both of her hands wrapped around the thick base of the rubber dildo and she thrust it harshly into her cunt. She slammed the plastic cock all the way to the back of her pussy-channel, and pound it around inside her. Ants were smashed against her tender, young flesh, and still she continued to pound with the massive, artificial prick. She banged herself, fucking furiously, until the last, tiny itch was stilled.
CHAPTER SIX
Debby had to piss. All of the water that she had been forced to drink had finally worked its way through her system and was now stretching her bladder. The lower part of her body was sore from all of the fucking she had received, and from the pounding she had given herself with the false cock. The uncomfortably full feeling in her guts was only making matters worse.
She didn't know if she could continue to hold it in. She had mentioned it to Tony when he had returned to the dungeon, his long cock drooping, but still not going completely soft. All he had done was smile at her, as if he really hadn't heard what she had said.
She decided to try again.
"Tony, I've got to piss!" she said urgently, wanting to leave no room for doubt.
His smile broadened, but his gaze hard.
"You'll just have to wait for a while," he replied, staring down at her as if she were an impudent child demanding some favor.
Debby sat naked on the floor, her back against the stone wall at one side of the large dungeon. Her hands were locked into clamps set in the wall, but they were not uncomfortably high. Her arms extended straight out from her shoulders, and there was enough slack for her to flex her elbows and take some weight off her battered and torn wrists. Her ass-cheeks pressed into the rock surface below her, molding flesh to each irregularity. The stone was chilly.
"Please, Tony – I really have to go," Debby pleaded again, trying to put some urgency in her voice.
Previously, she would have simply demanded, but that no longer seemed to work. The man she had been able to bully had become lost in the shadows of the monstrous, old room.
"All this talk makes me want to piss, too," Tony said, a frown on his face. He looked down at her naked body for a few seconds as if studying it, then his lips turned up into a crooked smile. "I'll tell you what we'll do. You get to watch me piss and then I get to watch you."
Tony pulled a set of shiny handcuffs from a peg in the wall, then leaned down to unclamp Debby's right hand. When it was free from the wall, Tony snapped one ring of the metal bracelets in place, then pulled her arm behind her body. Stepping over her, he freed her left hand, and twisted it behind her where he locked her wrists tightly together. The short chain between the cuffs was used to haul her to her feet.
Her knees almost buckled, but Tony held her up by the chain. Metal cut harshly into her damaged wrists and Debby fought for her balance. When she finally steadied, he pushed her through the door and into the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom was a toilet, as dingy as everything else seemed to be in the old dungeon. Debby wondered whether it had ever been cleaned, but, right now, she really didn't care. As long as she could get her ass down on the cold seat and get some of the pain out of her bladder. They had forced her to drink almost a gallon of water earlier in the day. It seemed that every bit of it had collected inside her and was screaming to get out.
But first, Tony had decided to take his own piss. With a hand on each shoulder, he forced her to the stone floor.
She leaned back against the toilet, but it wasn't right far him. He grabbed her ankles, pulling roughly, and her ass scooted away from the toilet. The back of her head banged sharply against the enamel, but still he yanked until her head rested on the outside of the bowl. Her neck arched, pushing her face up until it was even with the rim.
Tony dropped her legs to the floor spreading her knees with his feet and moving forward until she almost had a full set of toes nestled into her shaved cunt. His heavy cock was suspended above her stomach and chest, and he gathered his thick hunk of prick-meat into his hand. His prick pointed straight along her body toward the toilet bowl, giving Debby an excellent look at his swollen cock-head.
"Now you'll be able to see what it looks like when a man takes a piss," Tony said, as if giving her a treat.
None of that really interested Debby. It was her own piss-stream that she wanted shooting into the toilet bowl. But if the way, to get that was to watch her husband empty piss from the end of his cock, she was willing to do it. Her neck hurt from being jammed against the front of the toilet, but that would end in only a minute or two.
"Watch it real close, or you're not going to get your chance to take a piss," he urged her as his hand pulled on his cock-shaft to make it even longer.
Debby locked her gaze onto the tiny slit at the very tip of his cock-head, almost fascinated inspite of herself at being able to see such a thing. She would have never sought out such an experience herself, but now that she had been forced into it, she was almost captivated by the idea. It seemed almost impossible that the same little slit that could shoot cum into her mouth, cunt and ass was the same spout far his bladder.
The muscles of his abdomen tensed and his prick-shaft seemed to lunge slightly. His tiny piss-hole flared open. The first few golden drops forced their way through.
The full force of his piss-stream wasn't behind it, and a golden, wet trail began working itself up her body. First his piss splashed between her tits, spattering both of her nipples, then quickly worked up her neck to her chin. Her mouth clenched tight and her eyes closed, as his budding stream of piss worked up her face. Then it was gone, leaving smelly wetness in its wake.
Debby's eyes opened, and she said a quick thanks that none of it had dribbled into her eyes. Above her, a steady stream of golden liquid flowed from the end of her husband's cock to arch over her forehead and splash noisily into the water of the toilet bowl.
His piss-stream weakened. Some of its power seemed gone. Debby realized what that would mean, and she quickly turned her face to the side. She was barely in time. The golden arch above her head was on the rim of the toilet, finally splashing into the hair at the side of her head. Some of his piss splashed directly into her car, then it dripped down her right cheek. Debby gasped at its warmness as his piss reached her neck and coursed down across her tit. Then there was nothing but a few dribbles, falling almost unnoticed into the wetness that already stained her body.
Watching his piss had been one thing, and a few drops hadn't been much worse. But as his pissing came to an end, Debby was used almost like a toilet. It was a full stream, although weakened, that had pissed upon her, and all of the fascination washed away. Now she felt like a stinky urinal that someone had neglected to clean. Debby was sure that Tony had known that she would end up covered by piss. And he had done it anyway, probably delighting in the humiliating scene.