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“I did,” Rossi answers calmly. “I’m not touching a piss-soaked cunt, Emilio.”
I’m right here!I mentally protest, but I’m grateful that Rossi is taking a stand against Pavone. I don’t need more fingers inside me.
Angelo pulls his thick finger out. “Are you satisfied now? Look, nothing on my fingers except whatever goop women have inside them anyway.”
Pavone is silent for a moment, and I glance to the side to see him glaring at Rossi. But Pavone finally waves a hand. “Stand up, babe. I guess you weren’t a complete fuck-up today.”
Wow, thanks,I want to retort.
I fucked Victor Corvi, and he’s ten times the man you are, I want to shout.
I say nothing.
“Now, for the next dress.”
I feel like I’m dying a little on the inside as I struggle to get the dress over my damp skin. I already know he’s going to hate it, and I can’t even guess what he might do next. I pull up the zipper, having to squirm around a little to get it on, and adjust the high neck of the dress.
“What the fuck is this? Are youtryingto mock me?” Pavone growls. He grabs me by the back of the neck and shakes me.
I yelp a little and almost slip on the wet tile.
“This one is worse than the last one!” Pavone pushes on my shoulder, and I quickly bend to my knees just to escape the pressure.
If this is all going to happen anyway, might as well get it over as quickly as possible.
“I’m all empty, unfortunately, so I can’t give this dress the treatment it deserves,” Pavone says. He claps his hands together. “All right, all you horny bastards. You can get your dicks out in front of my future wife. Let her know exactly what you think of this dress. I want every inch of her soaked.”
About a half-dozen men circle eagerly around me, already getting their cocks out of their pants. They’re so gleeful about this, like it’s just the game they’ve all been waiting for on the playground, like this is even better than fucking a woman.
And it is, I have to remind myself. But I’d almost rather they fuck me. It would be less humiliating.
When the first stream of piss hits my arm, I fight not to yelp, instead closing my mouth and shutting my eyes tightly. They’re more creative than Pavone, and crueler, because they don’t just stick to the dress. He’d told them every inch of me, and they’re coordinating to do just that, starting with my hair and working their way down.
I can’t help but cry this time, for all that the tears are lost in the urine. The smell is terrible, and the utter humiliation is more than I can stand. I want to just disappear, but no matter how hard I wish for it, I’m still there.
The seconds stretch into long moments until they finally begin to run dry. One after another, they shake their cocks off onto me and pull their pants back up, stepping back and leaving me in a shivering, crying heap in the middle of the patio.
“Damn. And we still have one dress to go.” Pavone taps my knee with his shoe. “Get up and strip, babe.”
I can’t, I want to say, but all my energy is going into suppressing my sobs and trying to both breathe through my mouth to escape the awful smell while also ensuring no liquid slips past my lips.
I’m trembling as I take this dress off, the fabric clinging to me, smearing urine as I pull it away from my body. A gentle breeze blows over me once I’m naked, and I shiver, the piss only making me colder.
I can’t handle another dress. But I know protesting won’t help, and if I can just get through this, if I just give Pavone what he wants…
Except Pavone holds up the white dress and laughs. “What the fuck? This one’s actually nice? Too nice to let you wear.” Pavone shakes the dress in Angelo’s direction. “Did you pick this one? I know you homos have a better sense of fashion than most women.”
I can see Angelo bristling. He’s subtle about it, used to hiding his emotions after years of being in this life, but Pavone’s constant insults are getting to him. He smirks, though. “Nah, she picked it. The two being tailored are pretty nice, too. Don’t know why she got the first ones.”
“Well, they’re ruined now,” Pavone says. He should’ve just let me return them, but then, that wouldn’t have given him the opportunity to do all ofthisto me. “I’ll hang on to this one to make sure she doesn’t mess it up too.” He makes a face. “What a stink! Go take a shower, babe. You should be ashamed of the way you smell.”
I’m too exhausted and humiliated to even snap back at him. Still naked, I take a few steps toward the house, shivering from the cold. I can feel all the men’s eyes on me, but they make way for me. They probably don’t want to risk getting splashed by piss.
Just before I reach the door, Pavone says, “Wait.”
I freeze. There can’t be more. I was so close to escaping.
“You’ll get the house dirty. Damien, hose her down.”
