"Too late, Lynn. I'm gonna piss on your fucking ass whether you like it or not."

He drew back a few inches, swinging his cock and pissing on her ass cheeks. Lynn felt piss running down the backs of her thighs. She was sobbing with humiliation, her head hanging down between her upstretchtd arms.

"Hold her ass open!" Billy shouted.

Lynn felt Tony's hands parting the cheeks of her ass, then the sting of Billy's hot piss splashing upon her tightly puckered asshole. It was horrible, yet it gave her such a strange feeling.

Her body seemed to be betraying her, ignoring all those frantic signals her mind screamed out. As her mind protested this vile treatment, her body was accepting it, and not just accepting it passively, but with writhing joy. Her cunt was throbbing once again. Her cunt swelled, becoming sensitive, and her tits bulged the cups of her bra, almost driving her out of her mind with unwanted pleasure.

She felt the gushing stream of piss diminish, then trickle down over her asshole. She sighed with relief when it was over. Then Billy gave a final spurt of piss, his cock almost touching her asshole.

"Ohhh!" Lynn groaned.

"Let's undress her," she heard Tony say. His voice excited. "Let's get her naked, Billy."

"We can do anything we want with her. You want to see her without clothes on, go ahead."

Lynn felt the knife go to work, cutting her dress from neck to hem, then the sleeves. The ragged dress was pulled from her, and Tony unclasped her bra. The restraint her tits had been under, swollen painfully, fell away and she sighed softly.

"Look at those tits!" Tony gurgled with delight. "They look better naked, don't you think, Billy?"

"Tits always look better naked."

"Let's take her upstairs and tie her to the bed," Tony suggested.

"What for?"

"I wanna fuck her."