"Uuuuuuunnng! Iiiiinghhh!" she grunted. She whipped from side to side in the tub, her ass slipping and sliding on the piss.
"Turn over! Stick that ass of yours in the air!" Bud commanded.
Vicki did exactly as he said in order to protect her cunt and face. But the change of position titillated the boys, and they immediately aimed their streams of piss at her injured, welt covered ass, and she felt the warm streams of piss sear into her wounds. Her clit began vibrating violently at this latest humiliation, and she cried and prayed as yet another orgasm overtook her. The orgasms themselves were becoming punishments, creeping up on her, destroying her self-respect, forcing her to acknowledge her own depravity. She sobbed steadily, her long red hair, matted and steaming with the sickly sweet odor of piss, coiling like wet hemp on the bottom of the bathtub.
At last, the rivers of piss ran dry, and the boys stepped back to enjoy their handiwork – to stare at the whimpering, piss-soaked prom queen – the high-and-mighty ball buster who was now wallowing in their piss.
Vicki began to shiver, a draft from the hallway rushing over her as she huddled down in the tub, wet and stinking.
"Wait, it's my turn," Lana said, stepping forward putting her empty beer can down on the edge of the sink.
Vicki looked up in horror and disbelief. "L-Lana… you wouldn't… you wouldn't do that to me, too?"
Lana smiled and stepped into the tub. She squatted over the girl, who had ducked her head down, forming herself into a ball.
"Aaaaaah," Lana sighed as she began to piss directly over the girl's flanks. Even Bud was shocked as he watched the brunette squatting and pissing over the degraded prisoner, totally uninhibited about performing the lewd act in front of them.
Suddenly, he realized that she was someone to be reckoned with and kept in line, too. Still, it was very arousing to watch her humiliating Vicki that way, hunching her crotch back and forth as she drenched her.
When Lana had finished, she bent down and rubbed Vicki's face in some piss that had puddled by her head.
"Uuuuuuung… bbllllp!" Vicki gagged. She reached out blindly and tore at Lana, leaving a deep scratch along the girl's right tit.
"Shiiiiiiiiit! You little monster!" Lana screamed, and kicked her brutally in the ass, reawakening the bitter hurt left there by the belt.
"Aaaaaiiiiiieeee!" Vicki screamed, slipping and sliding some more along the bottom of the tub.
"That's enough, Lana," Bud said, shaking his head. "You're a real bitch, ya know? Now clean her up good and bring her back into the bedroom. I ain't gonna fuck no chick that smells like piss!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lana had her switchblade poised in readiness as she ushered Vicki back into the bedroom. She had drawn the redhead a bath and soaped and rinsed her body and hair, cleaning her with surprising gentleness and thoroughness.
Vicki now looked clean and flushed, and she smelled strongly of lavender soap. But her heart sank when she glanced at the bed. The manacles and chains were arranged differently, and she knew that they had prepared yet another torture for her.
She cringed and tried to take a few steps back, but she felt the point of the blade nudge her back lightly.
She swallowed hard and stepped forward.
"That's a good girl," Bud said, grinning. "We have a special surprise for you, baby, and we just know you're gonna love it."
Vicki felt too weak to reply. She wished she could somehow melt down and seep between the cracks of the floor, like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz. She whimpered and began shivering uncontrollably.
"Cat got your tongue? Well, don't worry, we'll have you howling and screaming – with pleasure, of course – in no time at all."
Bud grabbed her roughly and threw her onto the bed. All four chains were attached to the bedposts by the headboard now, two on each post.
Before she had a chance to utter her protest, Spike and Mike had grabbed her wrists and locked them into the two lower manacles. She began to kick and thrash wildly.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she cried. "Haven't you had enough? What more can you possibly do to me?"
But she could feel that strange, wrenching, fluttery feeling begin to creep over her from deep in her bowels.
"Stop it!" she wailed again as Bud grabbed one ankle and Lana the other. She thrashed and bucked, kicking Lana in the tit hard, but they eventually secured their grips on her and pulled her, legs back so that she was jackknifed, her knees over her chin, her ass lewdly exposed.
They slammed the upper manacles around her ankles and so she was locked, into an uncomfortable shoulder stand, practically immobilized. Every time she jerked or squirmed, the chains clanked loudly, frightening her, making her predicament all the more alarming.
"Please…" she said very softly. "Please don't do this thing… please."
Bud threw his head back and laughed. Then he reached forward and stuck his index finger into her cunt, pulling it out, covered with thick, sticky cunt cream.
"Sure – you really hate, it don't ya, bitch!" They all guffawed, seeing the evidence of Vicki's desire. "That's why you're creaming so hot and heavy – 'cause you really hate it."
Vicki, filled with shame and loathing, blushed a deep scarlet. She bared her teeth and hissed, just like a cornered cat.
"Well, ain't she the wild one," Spike said. He had picked up an extra length of chain, and he now tossed it to Bud, a strange glint in his eye.
"Spike, here, really hasn't had much of a chance to fuck you, so in all fairness, we oughta give him a turn, don't you think? What? No smart answer this time, doll? You're slipping, babe."
Bud was winding and unwinding the chain around his left hand, pulling on it occasionally as if testing its strength.
"But hey," he continued, "don't worry. We thought of something to make it extra exciting for you." He looked down at the chain, then back up at the girl. "Gonna ream your sweet little ass with some nice cold, metal."
"No – you can't mean that! You wouldn't… Jesus Christ!" Vicki gasped, a cold clammy sweat oozing from her pores.
"Yeah, and Mike here'll do the honors while you suck my cock and Spike fucks your pussy. That sure oughta keep you occupied, you little slut!"
Lana laughed uproariously at this, licking her lips in anticipation.
Vicki knew her protests were in vain. She was beginning to realize that the more she complained, the more she whimpered and screamed, the more they enjoyed it. She was foolishly egging them on.
She resolved not to give them any more of that sort of pleasure. She went as limp as possible and stared up at the ceiling, trying to hypnotize herself into numbness by concentrating on one spot and not letting anything interfere with that concentration.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeee!" she screeched.
A cold metal object was being pressed up against her tender, sore asshole. She clenched her shit hole shut and tore her gaze from the ceiling.
"Thought that might get your attention," Bud chuckled. He was pressing the first link of the chain against her asshole, not really trying to push it inside, just rubbing it back and forth against her tiny ass pucker.
Vicki gritted her teeth and clenched her hands into fists. She would not let him stick that thing up her ass.
"Hey, bitch, make it easy on yourself loosen up, or it's really gonna hurt!"
He reached down and, with his thumb and forefinger, pried her ass ring open. With his other hand, he jammed the first link of the chain up the redhead's tight ass canal.
"Aaaarrrgggghhhh! Jessssus!" she howled, the cold, hard foreign object scraping and stretching her ass almost beyond endurance.
"God help meeeeee!" she wailed, bucking and crying as the excruciating pain bored through her ass guts.
"I think she likes it!" Spike said sarcastically, smirking evilly.