Ginny gagged and coughed, closing her throat as best she could to keep the vile liquid from reaching her stomach. She felt the piss swirling around her tonsils, some of it spilling out and dribbling down her chin to her belly. They were using her as a toilet. The stench now of piss in her mouth rose to her nostrils. She groaned and gasped but couldn't twist free of Justin's terrible grip on her hair.
"Man, oh, man, pissin in this ones's a real trip, man."
Gus went dry again, shaking the last few drops off against Ginny's face. The girl felt Justin let her hair go. Turning around, she held onto her belly, spitting out the foul liquid into the gutter.
"Uhhhhh!"
Justin cut lose, pissing into her hair once more as she doubled over and held back the vomit trying to reach her throat. She was almost unconscious to the pissing this time around. They had dragged her through the muck. Any more was almost superfluous. Justin emptied his bladder, shaking the last few drops against her spine, then placed one booted foot against her ass cheeks and shoved forward. Again the girl found herself sprawling forward, her hands sliding out in front of her, gliding over the piss-slicked tiles. She rubbed her mouth and nose in the filth.
"Okay, baby," Justin said, glancing at his watch.
Gus looked down at his, also, pursing his lips together.
"Yeah, gotta get this slut outta here. The cops'll come out soon if they see the lights on. Don't want 'em nosin' around and out about this."
Ginny pushed herself up from the muck, her tits hanging heavily from her upper chest. She let her long piss-stained hair all around her ears, curtaining her flushed, shamed face. If there had been a hole deep enough, the girl would have crawled into it to hide her shame.
"Man, somethin' rotten stinks around here," Gus said, putting his hands on his fat hips and laughing at the humiliated teen.
"Come on," Justin said more compassionately, stepping back as Ginny crawled farther from the urinal. "Let's clean her up and get her out of here." Both men took the dazed, stunned girl from the lavatory, moving her through the empty room to another behind. There in the shower they scrubbed her like a farm animal, warning the girl not to say a word.
"You do, and we'll make what happened to you seem like a nun's picnic," Gus warned, pinching her ass as he shoved her under the hot water spray.
Ginny stared at him, her blonde hair clinging to her face and neck. The water felt good, washing off all the piss and sweat and cum that had nearly baked itself onto her body. Passing her fingers shakily through her hair, Ginny wondered how on earth she was going to get home. Surely her torn clothing would attract attention, even this late in the evening.
"And I wanna tap that little slut friend you got – Cindy, I think its her name," Gus said, twisting the rusty knobs and turning off the water. "I'll call you when I want you both to come over. You get 'er down here any way you can. But we're gonna have ourselves a real party, understand? A real party."
Ginny half heard what Gus was muttering about. All she cared for was to leave the school, get out of his grip any way she could. Justin handed her the rags that had been her clothes. Fighting back the tears, she draped her ripped blouse and torn skirt around her body, doing the best she could to cover herself. Ginny was still a little stunned, still dazed from the violent treatment and fucking she'd endured. But the girl did the best she could to be coherent. She wanted to make certain she was in complete control of her faculties when she came home. God only knew what her mother would think and say if she were to find her daughter creeping into the house in rags!
"Okay, I'll drive her home."
Justin guided the girl out of the school, leading her by the hand across the broad athletic field to a blue Mustang parked on the side street. All the time, Ginny kept taking deep breaths of air, feeling herself coming back to reality. She had endured much. Gus had fucked her in the ass after having beaten her badly. Then the two of them had forced her to nearly hang herself while Justin fucked her half-mindless topped the evening off by pissing on her, literally kicking her into the gutter and letting Ginny know what they thought of her. Sitting in the car, she turned from Justin, shading her eyes, feeling the tears and confusion flow. She had lied to them all the time. Ginny had enjoyed the pain, the abuse. She had cum harder when the men were the most brutal. She shook her head, resting her forehead against the smooth cool glass of the side window. Justin lumbered into his car, turning on the engine and pulling away quickly from the curb. Ginny wondered what time it was. What did it matter? They sped the few blocks to her house, the lights and houses becoming a mindless blur. She found the car stopped in a few minutes.
Clearing her head, the girl peered through the side window and found herself staring at the front of her house. All the windows were dark. Mother had gone to bed without suspecting a thing. Ginny smiled, aware that the situation didn't merit that kind of reaction. Her mother was snoring peacefully in her room, unaware that her daughter had been fucking her brains out that evening!
"See you later," she said.
Justin had been silent, unfriendly as he pushed her from the car, then slammed the door behind her before pulling away from the curb slowly. Ginny stood there alone on the lawn, the leaves of the old twisted oak rustling in the breeze. She felt the wind separating her still damp hair. They had scrubbed her like a pig. Again the teen smiled, putting one hand to her lips to keep from laughing. Turning, she walked quickly to the house, feeling that same sexy rub of her cunt lips against one another that had gotten her into trouble in the first place. The keys, thank goodness she still had them! Her blouse was starting to come off as she turned the lock in the door, and pushed her way into the kitchen.
"Thank God!"
It was quiet. Only the steady clicking of the grandfather's clock in the living room broke the silence. Carefully Ginny locked the door, gathering what was left of her blouse and holding it over her tits as she tiptoed through the kitchen, down the hall and into the living room. No, Mother had gone to bed, all right. There was the old television guide, flipped open, lying by the television set.
Ginny climbed the stairs, moved past her mother's bedroom, then finally slipped back into her room. She sighed a breath of relief. Closing her eyes, she leaned heavily against the door, opening her mouth and gulping in large lungfuls of air. Then tentatively Ginny moved one hand up to her throat, feeling the chafed area where the rope had rubbed against her flesh. Justin and Gus had tried to kill her with that noose. And she had loved it, loved feeling Justin's cock fucking through her pussy, jabbing up her cunt to bang off her cervix, while Gus had kicked out the stool from under her. She had climaxed while the air was being choked from her!
Gus had said something about bringing Cindy with her the next time – next time? Ginny moved away from the door, crossed the room haltingly, then through herself over the bed, burying her face in the pillow. She could still feel their hands, their cocks, their piss.
And there would be more. Strangely enough, Ginny was looking forward to it. A normal girl, she thought would have been running for the police. And yet – well, she would think about it tomorrow. Perhaps then she could sort it all out.
CHAPTER NINE
"He wants to meet me tonight?"
Ginny nodded, sipping the last of her milk from the small canon. Several kids, around her were squeezing through the chair-lined aisle in the cafeteria, chattering excitedly about the dance tomorrow night.
"Wow – Justin – the two of you and me? That sounds really freaky, Ginny."