She sighed and summoned up enough courage to speak. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said, cringing, expecting them to jeer at her and hurt her some more.
Bud lowered the can of beer from his mouth. "What did you say, cunt?"
Vicki took a deep breath. "I have to go to the bathroom."
To her amazement, none of them laughed at her or said anything obscene.
"Lana, take care of her," Bud said, returning to his beer.
Lana got up off his lap and collected the keys from the dresser top, along with a switchblade knife. "Don't try anything funny, Vicki, or I just might mess up that pretty face of yours," she said.
Vicki winced. She hadn't the strength to attempt escape even if she had been brave enough to try again. Lana unlocked the manacles and set down the keys. With the knife still in her hand, poised for action, she helped Vicki sit up and then step down onto the floor.
"Uuuuuungh," Vicki groaned, every muscle in her body aching as she moved, her ass throbbing with pain.
She put her arm around Lana's shoulder for support, and Lana walked her, out into the hall, then a few steps forward toward the bathroom. Then, she helped lower Vicki onto the toilet seat.
Vicki was so tense it took her a few moments to relax her muscles enough to start pissing. Slowly, the warm yellow piss began to trickle into the toilet bowl, but the stream stopped immediately when she saw the three boys crowded into the doorway.
"Don't mind us," Bud said, another can of beer in his hand.
Vicki just stared at him in disbelief. Her bladder was so sore it was distended. She simply had to piss.
"Crouch over that seat and let us watch you pee," he rasped. "If you don't, we'll make you drink your own piss."
Vicki gagged. Tears began to roll down her checks. She knew that he meant what he said. They were all staring at her, watching her perform the most private of acts.
Her heart started pounding violently. They were watching her… watching her do something dirty. Her cunt wrenched. Her nipples hardened and stood stiffly out from her tits.
Oh God! Save me… save me from these monsters! she kept praying over and over again. She kept hoping this was all a bad dream, that she would wake up safe and warm and clean in her neat little bedroom back home.
"Better hurry up, cunt," Bud said menacingly.
Vicki gripped the sink top, which was right next to the toilet seat. Then, carefully balancing, she placed her left foot on one side of the toilet seat and her right foot on the other. She lowered her ass, and her cunt and clit were clearly visible through the wisps of her red cunt hair.
She consciously relaxed her muscles again, but she could not control the wild spasming and fluttering in her stomach. She felt as if she were on a roller coaster, making the crest and plunging downward. She was excited.
Slowly, she started pissing again, the warm liquid splashing in the toilet bowl beneath her. The boys watched closely, their cocks jerking and wagging slightly, not getting very hard. But their eyes glinted with lewd pleasure as they watched the humiliated girl piss.
When she had finished, she looked up at them. She hated them, wanted to kill them. She thought that if she had a gun handy, she would not hesitate to mow them down.
She started to move to get down off the seat, but Bud held up his hand. "No, stay there – in exactly that same position. Now jack yourself off."
"You son of a bitch!" she spat, continuing to move off of the seat.
But brought the hand behind his back forward. He was holding the leather belt. He flicked sharply, so that it just missed her.
Vicki cowered, huddling back down on the seat. She refused to look at them as she began to jack off. She leaned her back against the toilet seat cover and tank for support and reached down with one hand, spreading her cunt lips wide and revealing her already swollen little clit bud.
The boys gazed intently at her, cupping their balls and stroking their cocks. They had drunk a lot of beer and their bladders were full, so they could not get hard-ons, but they were aroused, nonetheless.
Vicki began to slide the index finger of her other hand up and down her greasy pussy slot, shaking free some droplets of piss that had caught in her cunt bush.
Touching her cunt slot and her clit just naturally turned her on, but she didn't want to be turned on in front of these animals. She could have cried from the shame of it all. Stopping her diddling as spasms of pleasure shook her, she hunched down, waiting for the punishment.
"Keep it up!" Bud barked hoarsely, flicking the belt so that it slapped against her shins this time.
Back and forth she fucked her finger through her pussy gash, touching her asshole briefly, then sliding toward her pulsing cunt nut.
"Uuuuuuuungh-unh-unh," she grunted as she felt her clit vibrating from the wonderful stimulation.
They were watching her, taking in every movement she made. Just thinking about them watching made her heart race and her cunt churn. She blushed with shame and lust. She was confused. Her body reacted naturally to her probing and prodding, and yet she despised it all, wished she were dead.
Her pussy cream gushed over her hand, and she fucked two fingers up her fuck hole – her fuck hole which was no longer cherry, which had betrayed her, which had provided pleasure for these scum watching her.
"Uuuuuungh, ummmmm, aaaah," she moaned, her thighs spasming, her asshole jerking, the remaining menthol lube reactivating and exciting her.
"Yeah, shit! Fuck yourself, whore!" Mike gasped as he watched her through slitted eyes.
She pressed down on her clit with her thumb and mashed her clit around and around as she continued to stab her finger up her aching cunt, bringing back some of the pain she had felt when her cherry had been busted.
"Uuuuungh, ungh, aaaargh!" she grunted. She was swollen all over with lust – even her eyelids and lips looked puffy. She had worked herself up to the brink of a mind-boggling orgasm.
Yet she didn't want to come, didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her go over the edge. She pumped and diddled, spiraling upwards toward her inevitable orgasm as they watched silently, the sight too dirty and erotic for words.
"Aaaaaannnggghh!" she shrieked at last as a nerve-shattering orgasm slammed through her body. She jiggled and spasmed, nearly losing her balance. She heard the plop, plop, plop of her heavy cunt cream splashing into the toilet. At last, she sat back on her heels, completely spent and humiliated.
This movement seemed to rouse the others from their voyeuristic stupor.
"You ain't done yet, slut," Bud said, smirking at her. "Get off that toilet. Now."
Vicki looked up at him, hate flashing from her eyes. Unsteadily, she got off the toilet seat.
"Get in the tub."
She did as he said.
"Now you get to watch us piss, and feel it, too!"
Suddenly, she knew what they were going to do. "Nooooooo!" she wailed. She began to scramble out of the tub, but Bud pushed her down viciously.
She crashed against the cold porcelain.
Before she had a chance to recoil from him, he was standing over her, his prick aimed right at her tits. He let loose with a stream of pungent warm piss that splattered all over her tits and splashed down her belly and crotch.
"Aaaaaauuuugggghhhh!" she screeched, totally nauseated by the attack. She began to scream hysterically, her frayed nerves giving out. "Auuuuuuggggh! Noooooooo!"
Mike stepped up to the tub and let loose with a stream of piss, too. It splashed the side of her head, wetting her hair down. The stench of the piss overwhelmed her. She shut her eyes just as Spike's piss jetted forth and splattered against her forehead.
She could not even open her mouth to scream for fear of getting a mouthful of the rancid beer-laden piss.