Tony, seeing his brother pissing, lifted his cock and let go with a golden stream on her other tit. Lynn felt the stinging piss on her tits, gritting her teeth against this final degradation. She couldn't look at them, couldn't watch them piss on her tits. She was afraid they would interpret it as pleasure on her part.
The boys, laughing loudly, pissed from tit to tit, the streams crossing. She felt piss running from her tits, soaking her dress, getting her thighs wet. There was a strange sensation between her legs.
CHAPTER TWO
Feeling more degraded than ever in her life, Lynn was, nevertheless, grateful when the boys untied her. With downcast, shy eyes, she tried to adjust her ripped dress as best she could, feeling the garment soaked with piss.
She waited, sitting for a moment longer, wondering why she didn't run from them. Then, shocked, she realized she was waiting to be told when she could leave. She could hear her stepsons talking, but there was such a roaring inside her head, she couldn't make out any of their words. Peeking shyly she saw them leaving the kitchen.
Then she gave a sigh of relief. She pressed her hands over her face and began to sob.
She didn't know what to do, where to turn. That strange feeling she had felt when they came on her tits and then pissed on them was gone. She felt disgust, blaming herself for letting this happen to her. She could have fought them. She could have resisted, yet she had sat passively and let them tie her up and perform those humiliating things to her body. Confusion ran through her mind.
Slowly, like a zombie, she walked up the stain to her room, where she bathed for a long time, trying not to think. The hot water soothed her body, but did nothing for her bruised emotions. An hour later, as she was dressing in frisk clothing the telephone rang. She stood shaking. If it was Jake, what could she tell him?