"Now, bitch," Glen said with a laugh, "get ready for some mud pies!"
He pulled his long, limp prick up and began pissing in her face. His hot piss turned the shit wet, made it stick harder to Amy's fouled face. Amy had to shut her other eye. She began to twist and jerk on the floor as Glen's piss turned her face into a swampy mire of slime. Her cunt was burning hot.
"Take it, cunt!" Candy said with a giggle. She kicked Amy viciously in her ribs. "You fucking sludge whore! You slag cunt!"
Amy couldn't breathe with the mixture of pissy shit covering her face. It washed up into her nose and leaked down into her mouth. She was certain she was going to suffocate. She didn't even care if she died anymore. Both Candy and Barry were kicking her now, driving their feet against her stomach and tits and ass and thighs. And she was cumming, her tortured body squirming with lust and pain and humiliation.
Finally, Glen stopped pissing and Candy and Barry stopped kicking her. They left Amy alone, her face a musky mess of shit and piss and cum.
"Okay, Amy," Glen said. His voice seemed to come from a very long way away. "Now lick yourself clean. Get every bit of it off you, and swallow every drop."
"And do it quick, cousin," Candy commanded. "I'm getting tired of holding all this jizz up inside me."
"And some of the guys are getting horny again," Barry said. "And to tell the truth, I've got to take a wicked shit, myself."
Amy knew she was theirs now. She belonged to them, body and soul, and she would for as long as they wanted her.
Thinking of all the suffering and fucking still ahead of her for the night, Amy slipped her tongue from her mouth and began to lick her shitty face clean.