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No. He couldn't mean...but, God, he couldn't... She started backing away from him, but a hand grabbed her hair and a low, threatening voice murmured, "Listen, cunt, your going to wrap your lips around that cock and drink every fuckin' drop. If I see even one drip on your chin, I'm going to whip your titties so hard they'll fuckin' bleed. Understand, cunt? Good. Hey Greg, let her come to you, man. Make her beg you." How could they always make it worse? It wasn't enough that they were going to make her drink urine, but she had to ask for it. Well, she knew what they wanted, and as humiliating as it was to beg him the way they wanted, it was not nearly so repulsive as actually making herself perform the required act. So she crawled over to Greg and looking up at him, took a deep breath and recited,
"Please, may I drink your...your piss? Please let me, 'cause I’m... I’m just a stupid cunt." "Sure", and he cackled as if this was a terribly humorous response. She looked at the proffered thick worm, trying to summon her courage. How could she actually put that thing in her mouth and let him...oh God, it was too disgusting to even think about, but as if a puppet on a string, she inched forward and with a shudder of determination, she put her lips around the wrinkled sausage. And waited.