Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters.
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Sanchez and his guards had left me hanging from the hook, by my hands in the dark cellar. My feet were barely touching the dirty stone floor and I was naked apart from a pair of pink panties which stuck to my skin like glue. My arms were aching above my head as I tried to remove the hand cuffs to get free, but it was useless.
I had a vague idea of the time but there was no way of knowing for sure, as there were no windows in the cellar to gauge if it was dark outside or not. I guessed it was around three in the afternoon which meant I'd been left in the damp cellar for at least an hour. All I could do was hang there and wait for the inevitable stream of guards to come in and do whatever they liked to me, just as Sanchez had promised.
I'd already been fucked by two of them, just because they could. Sanchez had then made me cum so hard with a vibrating wand, that my pussy ached and I had to beg him to stop. This was his punishment for me, even though I wasn't responsible for his son jerking off to my dirty panties earlier that day. I'd caught his son, Rafee, in my room with my worn knickers pressed against his nose while he jerked himself off to my scent. Sanchez had blamed me and said his son didn't do things like that and that I must have coerced him into such a filthy act. He had sent me to the cellar for punishment and told me that I was now a play toy for the guards until they got bored of me. I was then going to be 'buried in the hills' as he put it.
Tony would have left by now, so any escape plans we had to get us and the girls to safety had failed. I was on my own. My only hope was to play along with the guards sick games until I could seize an opportunity to escape.
Having been down there for so long, one other thing was at the forefront of my mind. I really needed to pee. I had guzzled down a litre of water and orange juice for breakfast and hadn't relieved myself for several hours. I was bursting.
I thought I'd test the water and called for the guards to let me use the bathroom. Maybe I could use it to escape the nightmare I now found myself in.
"Hello," I said, at normal volume at first.
There was no answer or movement outside the door. Maybe there was no-one guarding me.
"Hello is anyone there?" I said, a little louder.
Still nothing.
"Hello? I really need to pee!" I was now shouting.
I waited, but no one came.
The pressure in my bladder was becoming painful and I couldn't think straight. I wiggled around and clenched my thighs together like children do when they really need to go. I was still wearing Sara's pink knickers which were already wet. They were full of spunk from one of the guards, plus my own sexual juices. They felt cold and sticky and they clung to my pussy.
"Is anyone going to let me use the bathroom?" I shouted, with desperation in my voice.
Still no answer.
I was going to have no choice but to wet my knickers if some one didn't come soon. I hadn't done anything like that since I was a child. I remembered back to being at school. There was one day when I didn't want to use the disgusting toilets at school, so I held it all day long. My plan was to just pee when I got home, but unfortunately I never made it home in time and pissed my underwear walking back. My mother had chastised me and said I should have known better and said I was a filthy little girl. I was so embarrassed. It was going to be pretty humiliating to lose control of my bladder, over ten years later and pee myself.
I waited another five minutes and called again but still nothing. I was now squirming on the hook, suspended from the ceiling.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE! SOMEONE LET ME USE THE BATHROOM!" I yelled.
My stomach was bloated, full of warm liquid just waiting to flood out into my underwear, well... technically it was Sara's underwear but the result would be the same.
A thought crossed my mind. Maybe, if I did piss myself it would put the guards off wanting to fuck me. After all who would want to fuck a girl wearing stinky, piss stained knickers. I was sure I wasn't the first whore to be taken down here and abused. I was also sure I wasn't the first whore who needed to pee really badly and ended up just letting it go. It explained why the cellar smelt of urine.
I tried to block out what my body wanted to do and instead I thought of Lexa. She always loved to watch me urinate. She had seen me peeing in the toilet many times and it always made her super horny. It was a fetish of hers. I thought of her watching me pee my knickers and wondered what she would think. If I ever got out of this mess I would ask her.
I couldn't decide whether to just relax and let it flow out of me or keep on holding in the hope that someone would come and let me out. It was becoming more painful and unbearable by the second.
I was squirming like a worm on a hook. Quite literally.
I gave one last shout. "I NEED A FUCKING PISS. ANYONE THERE?"
My extra exertion from shouting solved the problem for me.
I started to piss my panties. I lost control of my pelvic floor muscles and the first trickle leaked out. At first I tried to hold it and managed to stem the flow. I squeezed my muscles and squirmed around trying my best to hold it in.
It was no good, the pain was too much for me and my body eventually let go completely. It was completely involuntary. Warm piss streamed out of me, with no way to stop it. There was a loud hissing sound as the pee passed across my inner labia. It felt scolding hot and started to soak the fabric of Sara's spunk stained briefs.
The relief was incredible as I lost control of my bladder. It was almost orgasmic. My whole body felt relaxed, especially around my mid-rift. Pretty soon the piss started to seep out of the panties as they struggled to soak up such a vast amount.
I let out a long moan of pleasure at such a wonderful feeling. The hot stream started to run down my legs in two tiny rivers. The rivers turned into torrents and the hissing noise got louder as I hit full flow. I opened my legs wider, to allow an easier passage for the sticky hot pee as it started to drip and splash onto the stone floor from the gusset of my underwear. The gusset sagged under the weight of the wet fabric and I just kept on peeing and moaning loudly as my pleasure became more like ecstasy.
"Oooohhhhhh fuck that's better," I groaned almost unintentionally. "Shit that feels good."
The splashes of steaming piss hit my ankles as it bounced off the floor. The material of Sara's dirty knickers was soaked front and back now and I felt the stream continue with no sign of slowing down. I had been peeing myself for at least a minute and I felt more relaxed with every passing second.
I started to pant and felt a familiar feeling in my belly. The glimmer of an orgasm. I couldn't believe it.
How could pissing myself make me cum?
My clit was throbbing and my pussy lips vibrated as the pee flooded past them.
"Oh fuck," I sighed softly. "No way!"
The complete feeling of satisfaction was turning into euphoria. Maybe it was the combination of relief, vibration and the fact I was carrying out such a shameful act, that made me cum.
It started slowly. Like a tiny itch around my clit.
"Oh fuck, Becca you filthy little girl," I murmured.
Talking dirty and degrading myself sent me well on the way. My itchy clit became a pleasure wave, spreading outwards down my legs and across my stomach.
"Oh...oh....you've pissed your knickers you dirty slut," I panted. "Such a skanky little whore. What a mess."
My orgasm washed over me and I clenched my legs together feeling the flow of pee and pleasure finally start to trail off. My underwear was drenched and my pussy started to contract as I came gently in the dark cellar. My contractions caused my pelvic floor muscles to squeeze and stop the flow of pee, which then started again as I relaxed. The pee flow turned into intermittent squirts as I finished.
On. Off. On. Off.
So fucking good.
On. Off. On.
"You dirty bitch Becca. Pissing yourself like an incontinent schoolgirl," I chastised myself.
Off.
It finally stopped and I unclenched my wet legs, still hanging on the hook in the dark. I felt drained in more ways than one.
"Fuck me. That was intense," I whispered, catching my breath. "I needed that so badly."
The piss soaked panties soon started to cool on my body. I wanted to fall asleep but it would be difficult hanging from a hook.
I gathered myself and looked around in the dark trying to formulate a plan of escape but nothing was springing to mind. I would just have to adapt to my situation and take any opportunity that arose.
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What seemed like an hour later I heard footsteps coming down the corridor. It sounded like more than one person. Two maybe three, I couldn't tell.
Were they coming to fuck me or take me to the hills to be buried, like Sanchez had promised?
I braced myself for the worst.
The door flew open and four guards filled the doorway. All of them were dressed in chinos and white short sleeved shirts. Each of them had a sub machine gun with them. I was filled with dread as the light came on. They were all smiling and jostling to see the prize that awaited them in the gloom.
"See boys. I told she was pretty. Leave your guns outside and I'll keep guard. Help yourselves to her, I fucked her earlier and she is one freaky slut," it was the guard who'd fucked me a couple of hours ago. He must have spread the word.
I stayed placid and tried to look sleepy on the hook. I didn't want to be threat in anyway.
Three of them took their guns off and left them with the guard outside. The door stayed open as they approached.
"Eewwww! Fucking hell, she's pissed herself," said a guard with a bald head.
"Uurgh the dirty bitch," said the shortest of the three of them.
"There's a hose in the corner lads," said the guy outside the door. "Just wash her down and got to town on her. She won't bite."
The third guard in the room was fat and he walked over to the hose and picked it up.
"Cut her knickers off and let's wash her down," he said. "I've got to be on duty soon."
Baldy produced a knife from his pocket and pressed a button on the handle to make the blade pop out. The noise made me flinch. He pulled my soaking panties tight and slipped the knife in to cut the material. He did it both sides and then threw my stinking pissy panties on the floor with a loud wet slapping noise.
Fatty turned the hose on and proceeded to hose me down with freezing cold water. He held his thumb over the end of the hose to increase the pressure. He started with my tits which still had Rafee's dried cum stuck to them. The water was so cold that it made my nipples instantly hard. He pointed the spray lower across my belly and then down my legs. He washed me front and back and then forced the freezing cold jet between my legs. I tried to keep them closed, but Baldy and Shorty forced them apart.
The spray was powerful and he got it into all the folds of skin around my meaty lips to ensure all the piss was washed away. My plan for putting them off by wetting myself, hadn't worked after all. I didn't think it would have.
"Nice and clean and ready to be made dirty again," laughed Fatty.
He put the hose above my head and showered me from head to toe. I was shivering with cold. My hair was wet and clung to my face.
Finally he turned the hose off.
"She looks pretty cold," said Shorty.
"We'll soon warm her up," sneered Baldy.
He moved in and raised my flopping head with his right hand and kissed me on the lips. I didn't resist or respond in any way. There was no point. If fucking me was the worst thing they were going to do to me then it was a bonus. I'd let them get on with it and look for an opportunity to escape.
