Chapter 11 - The Gang's All Here
The guys showed up around 6:00 that evening and had obviously been drinking
heavily on the way to the warehouse. Heather was kneeling next to me as they
walked up, looking like a dog healing next to its master.
"Gentlemen, this is Heather, your slut for the evening. She's everything I
told you she was, and just to set the mood, she's going to blow each of you." I
held the back of Heather's head by the hair and turned her head to look at me.
"You'd love to suck their cocks, wouldn't you slut?" She was shaking and tears
were welling up in her eyes, but she said, "Yes Master." "Yes Master, what?" I
prodded. "Yes Master, I'd love to suck their cocks." "Then get to it."
Now these guys were some pretty rough, down home, redneck sons-of-bitches.
Except for Pete. Pete was this young, sissy looking punk with the worse case of
acne I'd ever seen. Then there was Joe, a 300lb fat ass with long, greasy hair
and about 6 good teeth. This fucker's gut hung down about to his crotch.
Frank was an older guy, probably in his late fifties, who seemed about ready to
shit his pants at the thought of getting laid. Carl was a black dude who stood
about 6' 5", with a serious case of body odor. And, finally, there was Robert,
the meanest looking guy I think I'd ever meet. He had tattoos on most of his
body, including his face. His left eye seemed to wander when he looked at you,
probably messed up in some fight. His forearms looked like they had been badly
burned and were mostly scars.
Heather crawled over to the guys, still on her knees, and stared blankly at
them, not wanting to actually start. Robert didn't waste anytime. He stepped
in front of her and pushed his pants down. He grabbed her face in his hands and
pointed his cock at her mouth. As she reached up to take his cock, he slapped
her hands away and told her he didn't want no hand job. "Just your mouth,
Bitch." He told her.
She opened her mouth and Robert roughly pushed his cock in, catching her
lip on her teeth, causing it to bleed. "I hope you like blood, Bitch, 'cause
you're going to see a lot of it tonight." Robert said. I grabbed the camera and
zoomed in.
The other guys removed their cloths and began jerking off. Two of the took
her hands and masturbated with them. They all began to crowd in around her
face, and forced her to suck them. Cocks were coming at her from all
directions, and sometimes, she even had two in her mouth at once. Robert was
definitely the roughest and would push his dick down her throat until his balls
were on her chin, then he would push and pull on her head, fucking her throat
hard. When they started to cum, each one in turn held her by the back of the
head and shot their load on her face and into her mouth. She gagged and
sputtered as her beautiful face was covered by 5 thick loads of red-neck sperm.
I zoomed in on her cum drenched face and followed a thick glob of it as it
dripped off her cheek and pooled on the neckline of her wedding gown. She was
quietly sobbing.
"Well fellows, that should take the edge off so we can get down to some
serious fucking. What do you say we soften her up a bit first?" They had no
idea what I was getting at, but they seemed eager to find out.
"Heather, stand up on that table and strip for us." I put some strip club
type of music on the boom box CD player as a couple of the guys helped her up on
the table. She looked unsure of herself, but with some encouragement, she began
to dance. I set the camera on the tripod as the guys drank more beer, making
cat calls at her, saying "Take it off." And "Show us your tits." And "We want
skin."
They didn't notice me as I ducked in to check up on Phil. "So Phil, what
do you think of your slut wife now?" The monitor in front of him clearly showed
the cum still clinging to her face as she stepped out of her wedding gown. She
was strutting around, teasing them, like a pro. Phil's eyes were clearly
bloodshot from crying, but his cock was still rock hard. The zip tie trick
really worked, although the color of his dick was a pale gray. I stood in front
of him as I pissed into a jar, filling it halfway. I finished my piss on Phil.
"See ya later, Phil." I said as I locked the door behind me.
Heather was stepping out of her lacy panties as I walked up, toping off the
jar with beer and a hit of estacy. "Here ya go, Slut. Looks like you could use
a cold drink." She took a couple of big gulps before she realized it didn't
taste right. "Drink it all down, Slut. We wouldn't want you to get
dehydrated." She forced the rest down, not quite knowing what was in it. I
reached up to Heather, took her hand and helped her down. She was completely
naked now, and even with the dried cum on her, was still absolutely stunning.
"Anyone need to take a leak?" I asked. "Heather here has volunteered to
save you a trip to the john." She looked at me in disbelief. "Don't worry,
Slut, Phil said it was okay." The guys had no idea what that meant, but Heather
certainly did.
Again, Robert was the first to step up. Heather didn't know what to do, so
I told her, "Just keep your mouth open, and swallow as much as you can. I might
make you lick up what you spill, and that concrete would do a number on your
tongue." With that, I pushed her down to her knees in front of Robert's dick,
and pulled her head back. Her mouth opened.
Robert's stream of piss found its mark, and splashed against the back of
Heather's throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, and she looked at me to see how I
was reacting. I gave her an evil stare, and she knew she'd better swallow. She
began to swallow the hot, foul piss and although she was noticably retching, she
managed to keep it down. As she swallowed, the continuing stream would splash
against her gullet, and spray out of her mouth and onto her face, stinging her
eyes. "Keep them open!" I commanded her.
By now, the other guys had moved in around her and were beginning to let
go of their pent up urine. Heather was getting the golden shower she deserved.
Piss was flowing out of her mouth, streaming down her hair, and running down her
entire body, pooling between her legs. Two jets were focused directly on her
nipples, and another on her pubic mound. One by one, the guys emptied their
bladders and the flow of urine subsided. Heaather was sitting in a pool of
piss.
"Well Slut, there's an awful lot of piss on the floor. But since you
did try, I won't make you use your tounge, so here's a straw. Clean that mess
up!"
Frank said, "Holy shit! She's actually doing it. That nasty slut is
drinking piss through a straw." He and the other guys watched in amazement as
the summissive Heather obiediantly sucked up the piss.
I dragged the hose over and sprayed Heather down, the cold water sending
goosebumps all over her body. I even sprayed the cold water into her mouth,
which she noticably appreciated. After she was clean, I motioned for her to
move to the table.
