Demon Infected/Part 0005
Alice 3
Alice considered walking back home. It would mean leaving her clothes behind, her phone and other belongings, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with the girls for a while. It wasn't like anyone would see her in the downpour.
But it also meant she'd have to deal with her step mother. Even worse if her grandpa or father were home. With the storm, they may well be. Or definitely soon—they wouldn't stay out fishing during this kind of weather.
Mother's ire at loosing phone and clothes would pale at what the men might do to her. Her stomach turned at the thought of another session with their weight against her body.
Grandpa would offer to buy another phone, but not until after mother punished her for losing the first. His kindness would come at a cost, though. A cost which smelled and hurt more than the pee.
She was damned with either decision. Thinking about her other alternatives, the girls were far from the worst. At least so far. The rain wasn't so bad after all.
So when the girls waved at her again, Alice entered the shelter feeling as if she left most of her mind outside. The girl who shivered naked in the dry light was a projection. There were blobs of color on the table the girls rose from. It took her several moments to realize they were drink cans.
"Hey, Toilet! You're supposed to crawl!" Zia walked up, hands raised to push Alice down again. There was a crack of noise and a dim stinging sensation rose in Alice's hand. Zia stumbled backwards, hands at her face.
"S-she hit me!"
Sarah and Cassie glanced at another, then the pink haired girl launched herself at her ex-friend. The other girls in the pack arrived moments later. The noises in the shelter rivaled the storm for violence if not volume. With four against one, the result was a forgone conclusion. Especially with Genna's years of martial arts classes.
When they forced Alice still, they were all panting loudly. Her struggle did little but encourage them to higher degrees of viciousness. Blood and snot coated her face and lips from several punches. New bruises would rise on the morrow, mingling with the older marks left by her family.
Melissa, absent from any direct contact, encouraged the others. "Hold open her mouth! That'll teach her to fight back!"
"Her face is all messy." Sarah's complaint was mirrored by nods from the other. "I don't want her bloody snot on my hands!"
"Don't you have hand sanitizer, Zia?" Cassia asked.
"Usually, but I ran out yesterday."
"Plenty of water outside." Genna frowned, looking at the pouring rain.
"But we don't have soap," Sarah said.
"I have an idea!" It was Melissa this time. She walked over and placed the heel of her pumps against Alice's groin.
"Keep your mouth open." Her order was punctuated by and increase of weight. Their victim yelped with pain. Another press of her heel and this time Alice's mouth stayed open.
When they peed in her mouth, the acrid flavor fought the taste of blood and mucus. The girls taking their turn this time had to kneel over her face. Every time Alice tried to move, more weight punished her crotch.
"Better swallow." Melissa's laugh was wild, holding an unusual glee. "Swallow or drown!"
Eyes closed against the spray, Alice started to swallow. It was a nasty flavor, but not as bad as some things her father and grandfather forced on her.
Genna shook her head as she giggled. "She's drinking it! She's really drinking it!" Alice didn't understand why they found it so funny. They were forcing her to, they'd do the same!
Each girl took a turn filling her mouth with nasty liquid.
At least it was warm. Despite disgust causing her stomach to twist, the heat infused her belly and helped fight the cold concrete and air against her body. Each hand which tightly held her limbs warmed her skin as well.
In some ways, it wasn't so bad.
Of course, as if sensing Alice was close to accepting their treatment, Melissa increased the stakes. When the others finished, the pretty blonde positioned herself above Alice's head, making sure her shoes pressed down on the other girl's hair, trapping her.
Hot flesh pushed against her face. Alice tried to movie but between her trapped hair and a new foot on her groin, she was forced to freeze. Melissa put her hands on the chest below her, twisting nipples in further warning as she uttered a grunting laugh.
This time the warmth in her mouth was solid and full of acrid flavors which overpowered the remnants of urine.
"Oh my Gad, Melissa! That's so nasty!" Sarah's laughter shook her so much the heel of her shoe wobbled where it dug into Alice's groin.
"Swallow it!" Cruel fingers were at her nipples, twisting and pinching the little nubs. "Swallow it all like a good toilet!"
The other girls took up the chant while taking turns pinching at her skin. "Swallow it! Swallow it!"
Alice didn't want it in her mouth, but was horrified of the thought of the thing being squished into her teeth and cheeks. In moments it hit the back of her throat and left with little choice, she opened her esophagus like her grandfather taught her.
It flowed down her throat to land in her stomach. An uncomfortable solid mass which sloshed in the warm urine from earlier. Scents tickled her nose, forced into her nasal passages from the solid masses pushing through her mouth. New tears stung her eyes, both from the pain and the horror of the experience.
"Is that it? Yeah, I think it is." Hands gave her sore chest gentle pats. "Good toilet! Now lick it clean!"
Alice paused. What? She couldn't mean—she did. Fingers were twisting again.
"Clean it! Give her a stomp!"
"Sure!"
Pain erupted from her groin. It was worse than the twisting of flesh earlier. Choking out a scream, Alice hurried to comply. She stuck her tongue in and moved it around, trying to blank her mind from the taste.
Above her, Melissa uttered a strange noise. "This feels so weird!"
"What's it like?" Genna asked.
"It's like a bidet, but warm and soft. I dunno. Hard to explain!"
"Soft and hard," someone laughed.
"Okay, Toilet. That was number two. Now for one!" The body above Alice shifted and she soon felt another part pressing against her mouth. It was the only warning before a torrent of hot pee poured past her teeth.
Alice kept her throat open like before, trying not to taste it. At least Melissa stopped hurting her chest, she was leaning forward with hands near Alice's waist.
The braying caws of the other girl's laughter reached Alice through the thighs pressing against her ears. When she felt hands loosen on her arms, she jerked them free and wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around the peeing girl.
"What the fuck! Hey!" Melissa's shouts turned to a shrill screech.
Alice shoved her tongue, coated in nastiness, into the folds pressing against her lips. Her reaching muscle moved around, swabbing as much as she could reach as she held the bucking blonde bitch as tight as she could.
"Aww, she's cleaning you!" Zia's laughter infuriated her leader.
"No she's not! Get me off of her!"
"Huh? What's she doing?"
"She's pushing it into me! It's so gross! There's shit and piss in my pussy!"
Shoes returned to her body, several kicks, but Alice kept her grip strong. Now the girls were prying at her arms, pinching and scraping her skin.
"Damnit!" Was that Zia? In any case, the pressure on her arm decreased. "I broke a nail!"
"Oh, let me see. Yikes! That's bad!" More hands left her.
"Forget your fucking nails! Get me off of her!"
"I got an idea!"
Something cold, hard, and with painful edges suddenly stabbed at Alice's bottom. It pushed, hard, scraping as it was forced inside. With her own screech, she freed Melissa, pushing the older girl off her chest. She scrambled away, the sharp sound of plastic scraping on concrete from her bottom. Cassie had shoved a soda bottle into her butt.
Further retaliation was delayed when Zia pointed off to one side. "Is that a cop car?"
Melissa swore. Eyes narrowed to slits, she hissed at Alice. "Get the fuck out of here, you shit maggot."
Icy chills ran down her spine at the older girl's expression. Alice didn't even take time to pull out the bottle. She scrambled on hands and knees out of the shelter.
"Sarah, your purse is big. Hide the shitface's clothes."
"Aww, I don't want her gross clo—okay, okay, I'm doing it, see?"
In moments Alice was in the darkness and covered once more in rain. There was a vague flashing of light on the other side of the pavilion. Then even that was gone as she hid behind a rain-soaked tree. Wincing with pain, she pulled the bottle free. She hoped it was rain water dripping along her butt and not blood.
After a minute, she peered around the trunk to look into the shelter. There was a uniformed man in the shelter talking to the girls. He wasn't dressed in the familiar tan and black of the sheriff department but dark green and brown of the park department.
The man handed them little packages which they unfolded and shook out to reveal plastic emergency parkas. They were brightly colored with a familair logo which Alice couldn't place—a local business, she was sure. Once covered, he shooed them out. When the girls hesitated, he pointed at the radio at his shoulder and said something.
Alice hoped he was threatening the girls, but most likely it was some polite message. In any case, her tormentors left. The man spent a few minutes shining his flashlight into the park, but the rain defeated the powerful beam.
He took a small bag from under his own, much more durable parka, and emptied it on a table. More of the small emergency packs. He propped up a small sign and turned to leave.
The rain was still so strong Alice could barely see the car headlights beyond the man. It was more a sudden dimming of light in the direction that she could tell he left. Biting her lip, she waited a while to make sure he was gone.
She stood, finally walking to the shelter to see if any of her belongings were left. Alice was still outside the pool of light cast into the rain by the pavilion when she saw a shape slip into the cover from the other side.
It was Melissa. Why had she come back? The reason was quickly revealed when the girl shoved the pile of emergency parkas into her purse.
Alice was stunned. How could the girl be so vicious? It didn't even make sense, what use were the parkas when she was already soaked? Then she realized there were no signs of her clothing on the tables. Melissa was making sure there was nothing for her to wear.
Lightning flashed putting the park in stark contrast for a moment. The smile Melissa turned on when she spotted Alice was beyond cruel. There was a depth of malevolence the young girl could not fathom.
She laughed as she ran into the rain. Alice was sure of it, though she couldn't hear through the rumble. She felt it, like the girl was some witch scraping at her soul.
Alice collapsed to the ground. She stared in the direction of the blonde. Confounded.
She would have curled into a ball to cry, in fact the movement was starting, when something invaded her bottom. Alice lurched and tried to scramble away. Whatever it was stuck to her, forcing its way inside. The screams ripped from her throat were smothered by the departing storm.