Cindy sagged against the sawhorse, panting heavily, feeling as if she would faint with disgust and anger.

"Man, that was a heavy load!" Jack grunted, flicking the final drops of piss from his prickhead and pushing his cock back into his Levi's. "Smells pretty fuckin' bad, don't it?"

Cindy lay there, feeling the oily, warm piss trickling down into her ears, into her mouth. She shook her head violently, shuddering with revulsion.

He swaggered away, bending over a double metal sink and filling a small pail with water. He came back, holding the container over her head, then dumped the cold liquid over her upper torso.

Cindy squealed, her heart skipping beats as the icy liquid froze her skin. She set her jaw firmly. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she was terrified.

Jack slapped her ass now with both hands, smacking and rolling her asscheeks.

She tugged frantically at the ropes chafing her wrists. He was pinching and squeezing her assflesh, watching her skin crawl, while Cindy still managed to keep her lips tightly pressed together. It was when Jack pushed his thumb and forefinger up into her asshole and spread them apart that her resolve crumbled.

Cindy let out a long gasping sigh, clenching her ass muscles together while rolling her hips.

Jack smiled. He pressed in farther, his jagged nails scraping painfully along her bowel lining while he pushed his other hand over her dripping cunt.

Cindy groaned.

"Man, sure feels good in there… all kinda warm and tight and sticky. Course, that's what your boyfriend over there did to you," Jack snarled, slipping one finger up into her cunt until Cindy felt him pressing against her cherry. She let out a squeal, jerking her hips up from the sawhorse as best she could. "Good girl. Kept him away from your cherry. That's gonna be for me."