It was morning before Manuel came again. Renee had lain wire tense all night, waiting. She couldn't sleep – or turn off her thinking. Fran was awake, too. But it had helped neither woman to do any talking during the long night.
Manuel entered as silently as he had previously to stand, staring down at them. Renee squirmed. She was overly conscious of her nakedness.
He unfastened her hand and foot. "Come!" Silently, he led her out the door into a dingy corridor that was, if possible, even more grimy than the room they occupied.
All the while Renee looked for an escape route. She summoned all her will, as she had done fighting the heroin, watching for a chance to escape. But the corridor was a dull, featureless gray without windows or open doorways. At the end, Manuel pushed open a door and waved her in the cubicle beyond.
It was a bathroom.
The feeling that filled Renee was almost that of pleasure. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how desperately she was holding herself in. The sight of the toilet was blessed relief and she hurried to squat on it.
Manuel came and stood in front of her. She gasped. Renee hadn't even considered the possibility that he would follow her into this tiny room. She thought he was still outside waiting for her.
He moved so close she was forced to spread her knees open around his legs. But she couldn't stop her bladder from relieving itself and at the same time she felt the thick jet of pee steaming from her body. The relief was overwhelming.
"You like, huh?"
Renee looked up and shrank from Manuel's gaze. He was fumbling with his pants and finally he got his cock out, holding it fat and limp in his hand only inches from her face.
The girl licked her dark, red lips. She didn't want to be tempted. But the sight of that fat slug only a tongue's length away started the alarm bells of her passion ringing.
He held it out to her.
Desperately she clamped her mouth shut, closed her eyes, and shook her head no.
"It's all right," Manuel said soothingly. "You no want, I not angry."
Renee opened her eyes wonderingly. Manuel was smiling as he aimed his hose and the thick, yellow stream of hot urine shot out to strike her breasts.
The hot spray stung acidly on her skin and Renee tried to get up, to get away. Her own bladder was still dumping its load and she heard it as a distant tinkle in the toilet bowl.
Manuel held her shoulder with his free hand, his fingers biting into her flesh until the pain immobilized her. Slowly he tilted his cock down, playing the hard stream of liquid over her belly. Then down until it was splattering against the pelt between her legs.
Renee tried to close her legs, to keep his filthy piss from contaminating her. But his spraddled legs kept her wide open.
Suddenly the stream was hitting her own slit with a burning force that made her lose all control.
It splattered off target against the inside of her thighs, for a moment, and then it was tingling against the grasping lips of her vagina, the stream striking her sensitive tissue and mingling with her own waste.
Renee almost fainted, the feeling was so intense that her own spray had been reversed and was battering its way back into her body. The heavy smell of urine was overpowering. Her head swam and she felt as if she were stepping out over the edge of a cliff.
It seemed to go on and on. Even long after she was drained, Manuel continued to spray her.
Finally he stopped. He still held his throbbing organ in his hand. "Take it," he said.
Renee shook her head in a desperate no. Desperate because, after what had happened, she wanted to take it, to suckle it. Incredibly he had wakened her desire with his hot urine and Renee's body was one vast, hungry ache.
Manuel pressed the soft tip against her lips. "Take it," he said softly, "or I will piss in your mouth. Entiende?"
Sick, Renee nodded. Gingerly, she took his prick.
The instant it was in her mouth, it started to swell, to grow. And Renee couldn't help herself. This penis that had just defiled her suddenly was sweeter to her lips than candy. She sucked on it greedily and only wondered for a second at the bitter taste of urine.
Automatically, she caught his legs with her arms, holding Manuel to her as she sucked him. His cock was growing harder. It no longer dangled loosely in her mouth.
Renee was breathing in gasps as she slurped at his rod. His hand had started to manipulate his cock, whipping the foreskin back and forth, helping to slide the slippery meat between her lips.
Her teeth caught gently behind his crest, and then she was pulling and jerking and teasing it, her tongue lashing frantically over the head.
The first spurts of hot, creamy liquid landed on her tongue. And then Manuel caught her head in his hands and plunged his prick all the way into her mouth, driving it back until it filled the walls of her throat. And he was pumping her full of his liquid.
As she gulped and swallowed, Renee tried to hate it, and couldn't. Her parched body begged for the liquid and she knew that if he tried to move away now she would hold him tight until she milked him dry.
She slipped from the toilet to the cold tile floor and spread her legs, waiting as he came down on top of her, his rod probing through the soaked hair to jab against her vagina. Renee wanted to squeal as it shoved the lips apart, the blood swollen, tender lips that throbbed from his piss.
Manuel's hips heaved against her and drove searchingly to her depths, shoving and tearing into her like an animal.
Renee heaved back, grinding their black pubic hair together until his and which was the two of them joined.
Under her butt, the floor was icy tile searing into her. She moaned and smashed her hips against his, winding her legs around his body and locking her ankles to hold him tight.
She hated him. But the smooth head of his prick was bigger and bigger, sliding inside her at an increasing tempo until her whole body throbbed to the rhythm, until there wasn't anything left in the universe but that pounding, exploding cock shooting hot sperm against her tender passage and filling her womb.
Renee did cry out. Then she flopped back, exhausted. Her legs, still tightly locked, slid over his hips and he stood up – a disgusted look coming over his face.
"Pig," he said, slapping her face. "Slut. Puta. Look! Look what you have done!"
He held out the front of his shirt, stained with his urine, his pants, blotched with urine and semen.
"Clean yourself up, pig. Andale!"
Renee stood in the shower and shivered as the first needle spray of icy water hit her body. Her lust vanished in the first touch of the water. She tried to change the temperature, but it didn't matter what she turned, the water continued coming out only a few degrees above freezing.
Hurriedly she wet herself down and hopped out of the shower. There were no towels, so she was forced to walk back through the empty corridor naked and shivering and dripping water at every step.
As Manuel strapped her back down on the bed, she used the dirty blanket to dry herself. She half-dreaded, half-welcomed the needle he stuck in her arm, knowing that it would bring relief from consciousness – at least, for a little while.
She watched drowsily as Manuel took the frightened Fran out of the room. The last thing she remembered was Fran's frantic blue eyes staring at her, begging for reassurance. But, Renee smiled bitterly, she had none to give.