Justin's voice was strained as his prick shot up and stayed buried all the way in Ginny's pussy. The girl let out a matching hoarse cry, every inch of her body bucking and milking his fuck rod, it seemed. She felt her cunt lips wetting down with the sharp jets of jizz. Justin was going crazy under her, his body rubbing up hard against hers. Vaguely, dimly Ginny caught sight of something moving around behind her. It was Gus. She remembered what he had said about kicking the stool from under her. She felt the stool moving as he placed one foot against the bottom rung.
Half-blinded by her own cum, the teen realized with horror that the stool had been kicked from under her ass with one violent shove. She heard it rattling against the floor. Almost immediately the rope choked her, the inch-thick hemp hanging her. The explosive throbs and pulses in her pussy seemed to increase as the rope cinched around her neck. Ginny fought for air, her hands flailing wildly about. Justin was oblivious to her plight, his eyes a closed as more and more jizz burned into her cunt lining. At one point Ginny felt the back of her hand bang against Gus' thigh.
"Here, bitch."
Something hard was in her palm, the switchblade! For one wild instant Ginny thought about plunging the knife into Gus, then Justin. But the noose around her neck became the target for the blade. Twisting her hand up and around, Ginny guided the knife to the jiggling rope above her. Oh, it seemed to take so long! She jerked the switchblade back and forth, feeling the movement of the knife through the noose strangling her. Her arm muscles ached as panic settled like a cold fog over her heart. She had to move quickly, move quickly, or surely she would pass out from lack of air!
"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.
The girl sawed frantically, making guttural sounds from the effort. Ginny heard the rope parting as the blade sawed deeper and deeper into the hemp. Justin was still cumming, fucking his prick deep into the girl while gripping her thighs. A ring of blackness clouded her vision. The blade finally cut through! Immediately she felt the noose loosen around her windpipe while the rope draped around her shoulders. She pitched forward, the weight of her body nearly knocking Justin to the ground. The young stud held firm, however, bracing himself while finishing the blonde teen off with three more powerful fuck thrusts.
It had been too much! Justin left her lying there on the floor, dumped like a useless sack of shit on the cold concrete. Quickly, Ginny reached up, her fingers clawing at her throat as she slipped the horrid noose from her neck.
"Come on. Let's get the little slut cleaned up before turnin' her out," Gus suggested, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her back out the room.
There was no pretense of nicety, no desire to help her along. Gus pulled her the way he would have pulled a dirty sack down the hall, her legs trailing behind her, her one arm dangling uselessly to one side. What was the use of standing up? What was the use of fighting back? She felt exhausted, drained, emotionally and physically beaten by their horrible actions. Gus pulled her up, hugging her closely to his body while cupping her ass cheeks in both his hands. It was horrid, the same horrid grip he had given her before ass fucking her. She felt his hands digging into her ass cheeks, the fingers scraping along her ass crack. He was working her asshole lips together, grinning hellishly at her.
"And we only just begun. Inside," Gus said. He pushed her forward toward a door at the side of a white-walled room. Ginny stumbled, raising her hands to sweep the hair from her face. The aches in her muscles from having been fucked in such grotesque ways, plus the near hanging she'd barely escaped, numbed her for the moment. The girl tripped and fell sprawling on her hands and knees on a tiled floor just inside a raised sill. Big hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her forward, over more tiles until the teen found herself lying in some sort of gutter or depression. There was a distinct odor. Shaking the fog from her mind Ginny realized she was inside the men's room on the other side of the wrestling room. The slight depression she was in was the urinal. The trough led downward on either side, small metal drains now rusty near her.
"That's right, baby. You're a toilet, a real toilet, and we're gonna show you what we do with toilets."
Ginny watched as Gus and Justin positioned themselves in front of her, spreading their legs, bending them slightly at the knees. Each one was holding his limp prick loosely near the crown. How odd it was not to see either of these men sporting their long, thick cocks fully hard. Ginny scooted around, her legs sliding out of the piss trough. The smell around her was sour and pungent. Thank goodness the toilet hadn't been used for some time. The tiles were warm and dry and the stench rising from the rusty drains was mild.
Gus was first. He twisted his fingers around his fat red prick head, his thumb caressing the slit just under his double-lobed prick tip. One drop, then three, then a small trickle of yellow began seeping from his cock head. Then the stream became stronger as he bent, his knees yet farther forward, his legs spreading wider apart. The horrid stream of piss bounced off the stained tiled wall behind Ginny. The girl flinched, feeling the hot stinging spray of piss spatter onto her back and neck. She began crawling out of the piss-trough. But Justin blocked her way, raising one foot and threatening to kick her face if she made any escape attempt.
"Uhhhhhh," she moaned.
Gus grinned, directing his twisting yellow spray onto her face. Ginny screamed, raising her hands and putting them in front of her face. She had taken the full brunt of his piss on her nose and chin, some of the yellow drops swung into her mouth. She gagged, feeling dry heaves clench her belly and chest. Turning her head away, the terrified blonde teen felt the stream now on her thighs, now on her belly, the spray warming her flesh. The stink spread. A pulse leaped in her throat. The terrible heat of that stream was making the girl ill.
"Oh baby, baby," Gus moaned.
Ginny covered her mouth, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat. No, no, she wouldn't vomit. They would probably make her eat it if she did.
Another spray, this one coming from Justin! He began pissing on her hair, moving the spray to her ears, over her cheeks. Ginny cried out, sliding one hand around to the side of her head to protect her mouth from his piss. Gus had almost gone dry.
"Gonna reload," he said.
Gus moved away from the urinal as Justin took his place, smiling as he moved his piss stream down to her cunt, pissing on her cunt mound as if it were a flat rock. Ginny let out an anguished cry of disgust, dropping, both hands immediately to her pussy to protect her pussy lips from this violation. It was what Justin wanted. Just as quickly, he jerked his hands up, moving the spray immediately to her mouth and eyes. Ginny found herself swallowing the awful piss, the spray stinging her nostrils and eyes. She jerked back, the back of her head striking the wall behind her and nearly knocking her out. Her spread legs stretched out in front of her as she sank into the piss gutter. Around her, the girl could hear the urine gurgling down the rusty drains as more stench rose like a dreadful cloud around her.
Gus was drinking water from a glass, nearby. When he returned, he gave a filled glass to Justin who downed it quickly.
"You ain't gonna forget tonight so easy. And this ain't everything."
"Oh no, no, don't – don't! Not more, not any more!"
Ginny thought surely she would collapse from the drain on her emotions! What kind of men were they?
"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.
Justin held her by the hair, jerking the strands from her scalp as he'd done earlier. This seemed to be one of his favorite pastimes. And Gus stepped up, pissing again. The more Justin held her by the hair up from her flesh, the wider Ginny opened her mouth. It was here that Gus directed his spray, spattering her lips with the urine first, then moving the stream down until he was pissing directly into her mouth. Both men could hear the swirling of the urine as it swished around her molars, her tongue, the back of her throat.