The boy shot ropes of thick white jism over Karen's slender white throat. More splattered against her chin. Pasty jism ran down her sides, into her armpits and over her shoulders. The boy fucked a groove between Karen's brutalized tits as he showered her upper body with his slime.
Wayne and the other boy began to cum too, both of them aiming their cocks down at Karen's face. They showered her face in jism, bathed it in their sticky goo. For the second time in minutes Karen's face was covered in slippery white slop. Their cum made a web between her open lips, and ran up her quivering nostrils.
And Karen whimpered and gyrated in frustration because Mark had made the boy leave her an instant away from orgasm. Her cunt-lips fluttered on air. Her ass-cheeks flexed as she fucked nothing. Her tortured thighs lifted her impossibly high, though there was nothing to meet her thrusts.
"Sit back!" Mark ordered, slapping her across her quivering, flat stomach with the palm of his hand. The boy carefully stepped off the chair so as not to tip it over. His cock hung limp now, but he rubbed it clean on Karen's arm as he stepped away from her.
Wayne and the other boy had stepped away from Karen too, leaving her to squirm and sob untouched by the men. Her face was a mask of silvery cum now, almost unrecognizable beneath the three coats of jism that had been deposited there. She licked her lips, as though in hope that collecting some of the cum on her face might give her the orgasm she needed so much.
"What a sleazy whore," one of the boys muttered in wonder.
"She's a hot-assed cunt," the other agreed.
"Look at that face," Wayne added. "What a scum-bucket."
Then he suddenly aimed his cock at Karen's face and began to piss.
Karen gasped, unable to believe what Mark was doing to her. First they'd driven her almost insane with lust and Mark had kept her from cumming. Now he was pissing in her face. She closed her eyes and mouth as tightly shut as she could, her lust cooling fast under the spray of Mark's stinging, stinking piss. Piss. How much lower could they drive her? Now she was just a toilet.
"Open up, cock-sucker!" Wayne shouted, driving his fist into her stomach. "It's like a water fountain. Take a drink!"
Karen's mouth gaped open as the breath rushed from her and Mark aimed his stream of piss right for her parted lips. Karen choked and coughed as she tried not to swallow the bitter yellow liquid, but soon it was flowing down her throat. Someone was pinching her nipples and a quick fire of lust lit in her cunt.
"Come on kids," Wayne said. "Give it a try!"
Karen's heart froze as the three men gathered around her and began to piss on her. Every time she tried to shut her mouth someone would hit her in the stomach and twist her tits until she opened back up. They bathed her face in their piss, each of them trying to blast his piss down her throat. She was certain they were going to drown her. All she could taste or smell was their stinking piss, and she couldn't open her eyes because of the burning streams.
Mark's spray faltered first and Wayne moved closer to take his place as Mark shook his last drops of piss off on Karen's stomach. Wayne's piss was almost orange and burned worse than the others, seeming to sizzle on Karen's tongue and down her throat.
"Drinking last night," one of the boys joked and they both laughed as they waved their cocks back and forth, soaking Karen's whole body in their waste.
"You guys," Wayne said with a grin and jammed his cock between Karen's lips so he could piss straight down her throat.
Karen thought she must have descended into hell. Four men were pissing all over her while her body burned in brutal bondage.
They had covered her in their cum and then washed their jism away with their piss. Now they made fun of her while she drank their filthy wastes.
And she was getting hot. With four men pissing on her, her cunt was burning.
CHAPTER THREE
"Kill me!" Karen whimpered as Wayne loosened the tie that circled her elbows. "Just kill me and get it over with."
"Kill you?" Wayne sounded truly surprised. "But Karen, we're having so much fun."
Mark walked the two boys to the door and spoke to them for a minute before they left. Wayne untied Karen's arms and she buckled over, her piss-soaked blonde hair curtaining her face. She watched fat drops of piss fall from her hair.
"The whole section?" one of the boys asked loudly, and Karen tilted her head a little to look toward him.
"At afternoon break," Mark answered, his voice so low that Karen hardly heard him.
Karen didn't care. What could the running of a major company have to do with a slut whose body was beaded with droplets of four men's piss, whose tits had been beaten until they were fiery red, whose nipples stood out like hard pencil erasers and whose cunt leaked a steady stream of sex-juice even when none of the men were touching her?
"Okay now," Wayne said, stepping away from her and grinning. "You do the rest. Untie yourself, you lazy slut!"
Mark walked back across the room, stripping his clothes off as he crossed past Karen. He sat on the edge of a fancy four-poster bed and stroked his monster cock. It jutted like a spear from his muscular belly.
"Come on, piss-sucker!" Wayne growled, stripping his clothes off.
His body rippled with muscles. His cock was only half hard, but it grew more erect as he watched her. "Untie your fucking legs. Or do you like sitting like that? We could arrange to leave you there for a long time!"
"No!" Karen cried, lifting her head to peer at the two men. Her arms were numb from the way they'd been tied, but she brought them around and tried to unfasten the tie that locked her left knee to the arm of the chair. "No, please. I'll untie myself. I'll get down!"
Karen worked frantically at the tie, her fingers feeling cold and useless as she pulled at the knotted fabric. Wayne tapped his foot impatiently for a moment, then walked to the far wall of the room and took a long metal rod down off a set of hooks. He hit a button on it and it began go buzz. Karen's eyes grew large with terror and she tore the tie loose from her knee.
"Bravo!" Mark said snidely as Karen's knee slipped precariously low over the arm of the chair and the chair began to tilt. "Give her some encouragement, Wayne."
Karen worked frantically at the knot holding her ankle, twisting her body painfully to reach it, trying to ignore the pain that flared from her ankle and thigh now that the front rope was no longer there to support her weight. She balanced uneasily on her other leg as she pulled the second tie free.
With both ties on her left leg loose, Karen's weight shifted suddenly to her right side and the chair started to tip. She waved her arms and tried to throw herself to her left, but at that moment Wayne poked the lip of her navel with the metal rod he held. Pain exploded through Karen's body and the chair toppled over.
"Good shot!" Mark laughed.
"Lazy fucking sleaze," Wayne muttered.
Karen's body shook uncontrollably on the floor. Electricity short-circuited her muscular control and she flopped like a dying fish. She barely felt the pain of her hard landing on the floor. It was nothing compared to the fire that was rushing down her veins. Wayne stepped forward to touch her again.
"Get to work, cum-sucker!" He touched the metal rod to the quivering fullness of Karen's lips.
It felt as though her head had been blasted off her body. Karen's arms shook, her fingers clutching at air. Saliva ran freely from her mouth. Her eyes bugged, then fluttered shut.
She twisted like a dying snake against the hard wood floor.
She thought that they must be killing her now, that this was how they'd decided to end it. Certainly that was what the cruel electrical prod was doing. She tried to speak, to beg them for her life, but only gibberish came out. She could no longer control her lips or tongue.
"Untie yourself, Karen," Mark said. "Wayne loves to use the shock stick, and he's very good with it. It could be twenty or thirty minutes before he even knocks you out."