AFTERMATH
By V.P. Viddler
Around dawn, having put Abby through her paces for many hours throughout the
night, doing it all to her, and making Abby do it all to us, all night long; all
of us fully drained, sated and exhausted from having our fun with Abby's
unwilling but forcibly compliant body; around dawn we took turns pissing on her.
At first it was thought that it would do most for us if all of us stood in a big
circle around Abby and all pissed on her simultaneously; but after much
discussion it was concluded that it would be one at a time, each of us taking
our turn. So we had Abby lie on her back on the floor, with her long luscious
legs slightly apart, with her arms lying harmlessly above her head, and we told
her to stay that way, no matter what.
Now Abby, by this time, was not about to do anything we told her not to do. No
way at all. So Abby lay there as one by one all twenty of us stood beside that
motionless, naked, exhausted, brutalized, aching, voluptuous, victimized body,
pissing on it, pissing on all of it, pissing as long as we could, with all the
piss we had accumulated in our bladders throughout that long night, pissing all
over Abby's body, from top to bottom, pissing on Abby's legs and on Abby's
crotch and on Abby's stomach and on Abby's torso and on Abby's breasts, all over
and around Abby's breasts, and on Abby's neck and on Abby's lovely face, all
over Abby's darling gorgeous face, Abby's eyes, an Abby was told not to close
those fine brown eyes, just to hold them open, and Abby did her best to do that
as that piss hit them, flooding Abby's poor eyes, and up Abby's nose, and of
course in Abby's mouth, and of course Abby was told to hold that mouth open, and
Abby did, holding that beautiful mouth open as all that piss poured into it,
swallowing, as she had to, choking, spluttering, gagging with all that piss, and
in Abby's hair, too, soaking that long soft dark brown hair, making it lank and
dripping with piss, until all of us had spilled all our piss on Abby's body, and
Abby lay soaking in a stinking pool of piss, piss running from her body,
dripping from her hair, drowning in our piss.
Now at last we had finished with Abby, but wouldn't allow her to wash off,
though Abby begged us and begged us. But Abby had to put all her clothes on
without washing, had to put them on her dripping, soaking, stinking body, and go
home that way. And Abby did.
First Abby had to convince us that she had learned her lesson. And she did. And
she had. Most painfully. And would not forget it.
Which is why Abby had nothing to say the following day at work when we hung an
exhibition of photographs in Abby's office-- photographs of Abby, naked and
engaged in various sexual activities from the night before. Abby on her knees,
sucking somebody's cock; Abby crouching over somebody, fucking; Abby with two
guys in a sandwich, cocks in her vagina and in her anus; Abby spread-eagled by
four guys while two others did painful things to her with burning cigarettes;
Abby being pissed on, and on and on. In appreciation of this show, we had a
company party in Abby's office, for which Abby was our gracious hostess. It was
most gratifying to watch as Abby, at our request, acted out most of the
activities depicted in those photographs. For our entire staff. And for various
outsiders who got invited to our party. The fact that Abby was crying all the
time did nothing to distract from our enjoyment.
On the following day Abby reported to the office of the chairman of the board,
who had had a bit of difficulty with Abby on a past occasion. Not this time.
Abby reported to him with her hands bound in back of her, and with a long black
whip hung about Abby's waist. Following instructions, Abby fell to her knees as
soon as she was in that office, and crawled slowly and awkwardly toward his
desk. Stopping at his chair, she fell forward to kiss his shoes, and then Abby
begged, in most soft and humble tones, for his forgiveness, promising to do
anything now to afford him all the pleasure he could gain through the use and
abuse of her body. The resulting record, on film and sound, of that long session
in the chairman's office provided much entertainment and edification for the
company staff for many many months.
And so did Abby.
And if you listen, you can hear Abby now, from behind that office door,
screaming and screaming. Probably you would like to make Abby's acquaintance
yourself, and you will. I'll have Abby show you some of those photographs, and
you can pick out one or two for her to act out with you. And Abby will turn
pale, as always, and look wildly around, as always, in vain, for a way to get
out of it; and then, crying, shaking, sobbing, Abby will do it, anything you
want, Abby will do it all.
Ah Abby. On your knees, Abby. Show us your breasts, Abby. Show us your legs,
Abby. Crawl for us, Abby. You want to piss on her? Spread out, Abby, and this
man will piss on you. Don't close your mouth, Abby...
