"Keep her down flat while we take care of her arms," Joe told Adam as he and Caleb moved around to the back of her head.
The tall blond country boy was as good as his brother's word, raising one foot and placing the heel of his boot up against her cunt. Ellen knew the threat. He would stomp her pussy, hurt her if she so much as fluttered her eyelids too brightly. The woman remained quiet as Joe and Caleb slipped two lengths of quarter-inch hemp around her wrists and tightened the line using slipknots. Ellen winced, her flesh barely having healed from the last run-in with the crazy Crenshaws. Both men pulled the rope taut, stretching it back until each reached his respective spike. Ellen's arms were drawn back, her tits pulled down from the pressure. The rope was biting into her wrist and causing the skin to pinken. Joe slipped back down to her ankles, taking a longer length of the line and easing it around the woman's right foot. Ellen tried bending her knees, but Caleb brought one fist down hard against her right thigh, a harsh reminder for her to stay quiet. She groaned, biting down on her lower lip a both men stretched their ropes back, pulling her legs straight and taut. Raising her head from the dirt, Ellen watched as they looped their lines around the other two stakes, securing her flat against the ground.
"Hogtied, like a Goddamned bitch," Adam said, pulling his boot off her cunt and nudging her right tit with its toe.
"Yeah, a good way for her to learn about how a man treats a woman, and what he expects from her," Caleb agreed.
Joe loosened his belt and pushed down his jeans. His brothers looked on with growing interest while Ellen's eyes rounded. He was standing by her right thigh now, his knees bent slightly while he rolled his cock-head from side to side between his thumb and forefinger. His prick wasn't hard. Ellen could see that and wondered what he was going to do. A sharp guffaw from Caleb brought her around to a horrid, vile thought. She glanced back at Joe's prick again just as a drop of piss oozed from the broad slit at the tip of his prick.
"No… no," she murmured, her scalp crinkling with horror as she arched her spine and pulled hard at the restraining ropes.
She could hardly feel the line cutting into her flesh as she watched a stream of piss begin from the fat cock-head. It spattered on the dirt, raising tiny puffs of dust as it grew stronger and arched toward her. Ellen felt the sour-tasting bile rising in her throat as the warm piss began to spatter on her belly. He was going to piss on her, use her for a toilet!
Again. Ellen pulled at the ropes, feeling the line cutting deeper into her skin. Just at that point, Joe raised his soft prick, bringing the foul-smelling piss in contact with her tits. Ellen snapped her head back, closing her eyes and letting out strangled cries of horror. They were all going to piss on her!
She felt a warm spray of piss biting into her tit-flesh. She sucked in a ragged breath, her body shivering while the tendons stood out in her upper arms. The hot stream of piss splashed over her taut belly, oozing down into her navel, then running over her ribs and soaking into the ground beneath.
Ellen worked her, ass back and forth frantically jerking against the ropes while the filthy piss slicked her body yellow. Joe moved his prick back and forth, sending the stream into her navel, then bringing it back until it spattered against her long, red nipples. She felt the piss running down between her jiggling tits, some of it washing up to her throat while most of it trickled down her sides. When some of the droplets splashed against her chin, she let out a cry, jerking her head back and doing all she could to keep from vomiting. She closed her lips tight until they were a scar on her face as more and more pies spattered onto her belly and wet down her ass.
Joe watched her carefully, squeezing his cockhead once more and moving the stream of piss back up to her tits. He was soiling her nipples, chuckling as the woman arched her spine and beat her head against the ground. Once more, Ellen felt the biting taste of vomit rise in her throat as the smell of his pies invaded her nostrils.
"Yeah, the preacher's wife," Joe said. "Don't she look good bein' pissed on? The bitch is a Goddamned toilet. That's all the fuck she's good for."
"No, please… stop this, please… please, no more!"
The piss made the ground under her ass damp and muddy. The woman felt like a pig, wallowing in filth while the men above her laughed. If only she could faint. But something kept her conscious as the stream of piss, long and twisting, still flowed strong from Joe's cock. He moved the piss-stream now up to her throat. She thought he was going to make her drink his piss, and she groaned, jerking her head away. But no, Joe had other plans for now. She felt the stinging, hot stream of piss spatter back down until it filled her navel once more. Now she could feel the hot piss trickling down into her cunt, wetting her inner thighs, then oozing down into her ass-crack.
Joe played his piss stream over the top of her swelling cuntal mound, seeing how the pussy lips began to twitch with an unwanted heat. Ellen fought against herself, doing her best to fight the swelling feeling of excitement rising in her. What a foul, filthy person she was! But how could she stop herself?
Joe directed the piss-stream up against her clit, playing it around the tiny spindle and watching with interest as she jutted, heaving her thighs up and twisting her hips. That hot, beating sensation of piss against her clit made the spindle tweak and swell.
Muttering a curse, Joe shook his prick, sorry his bladder was empty.
How the cool wind was making the piss slicking her body feel icy! Ellen shivered, wishing someone would throw a blanket over her.
Caleb was next, silently stepping up where his brother had stood and unfastening his Levi's. He pushed them down, freeing his skinny cock and balls. Joe moved around behind her, kneeling down and grabbing a fistful of her hair. He was twisting and pulling it back, forcing Ellen to open her mouth in a fit of screams of pain.
She forgot about Caleb for one moment, feeling the strands tearing from her scalp. She screamed again, her throat growing raw with the cries while Joe kept on pulling, nodding up at his grinning younger brother. Suddenly Ellen felt that tell-tale stinging hot spray, this time right against her mouth. The droplets of piss were skidding over her parted lips, some of them spraying up into her flared nostrils.
Choking and gagging, Ellen tried to close her mouth. But the pain was too intense around her scalp, making her cry out instinctively. God in heaven, they were actually going to piss in her mouth, and there was nothing she could do about it!
CHAPTER FOUR
Ellen felt her chest tighten as if she were enduring a heart attack! Caleb was doing it, pissing right in her mouth from above her! The filthy piss spattered against her tongue and tonsils, washing around and over her teeth before splashing out around her lips to trickle down her cheeks. It was like an overflowing toilet bowl, slicking her face with that filthy fluid. Ellen couldn't believe what was happening, her mind reeling drunkenly while Caleb pissed down her throat.
Moving back a little, he slid the stream over her forehead, wetting down Ellen's cheeks even more, then bringing the spray of piss to her closed eyes. Caleb was mercifully short, emptying his bladder in a few moments. When she felt the last final drops of his piss spatter against her piss-slicked face, Ellen let out a groan of relief.
Adam was last, kicking her legs hard with his booted feet, then pulling open his fly and fumbling for his prick. Ellen shook her piss-wet hair from her face, peering over her tits and seeing his partially hard cock. He aimed right for her cuntal slit, pissing into her pussy and concentrating the broad yellow stream right against her clit. Ellen threw back her head, her spine arching while her tits shivered against one another. She couldn't believe the hot, itchy sparks sputtering from her clit, making her cunt shake as if someone were fucking her. She rocked her hips from side to side, twisting her body from left to right, even seeking out the piss-stream just as the boy went dry.