Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

She was gnashing at her tits, biting and sucking at them as if she wanted to mark herself for life. She chewed on her nipples until they were swollen and tender. Then she gnawed on them some more, until they felt like so much ground hamburger.

Men squatted near her head and beat themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her wide blue eyes. Cum sloughed off her cheeks in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her nose, painted her lips, filled her ears and puddled in the hollow of her throat. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting tits, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy soft pillows of flesh.

"Rest break's over," Buck said at last, loosening the rope around Lynda's ankle and letting her tumble to the floor. "Time to finish cleaning the toilet."

The voluptuous landlady lay in a heap on the bathroom floor, every muscle in her body burning and slack with exhaustion. She was worn to a frazzle. The only thing keeping her conscious was the terrible agony that burned through every inch of her sweet, supple body.

Her long, lean body was marked with welts, teeth marks, burns and bruises. Her cunt was a blood-red slash glazed with slimy jism and pussy-cream, her pussy-lips swollen and peeled back like some obscene fruit. Her asshole gaped wide open and dribbled blood-tinged jism in a steady stream. Her hair was a matted, tangled mess. Her face was filthy, smeared with dirt from the floor and plastered with wet and dry jism. Cum streaked every inch of her lush body.

"Get up, tits!" Buck growled.

She trembled with the effort of rolling over onto her hands and knees. She toppled over on her side once, and getting up the second time left her delirious with pain and fatigue.

Buck straddled her bowed back and sat down on her. Lynda moaned with pain and despair, almost falling again, and while her mouth was open Buck slipped the rope that had tied her ankle between her teeth. He kicked his feet back, digging his heels in the soft hollow of her stomach.

Lynda didn't have the energy to cry anymore, but the last shattered shards of her old self were ground to dust as he made her carry him toward the urinals.

It was a new Lynda Cartier who carried Buck across the bathroom. The old one was gone forever.

"Do… do I have to?" Lynda asked in a small, tired voice. She stared down at the toilet bowl with disinay. "I cleaned the urinals good, didn't I? Can't I please not do this? Please!"

"What a silly question," Buck said, grinding his ass down on Lynda's back, pulling on the rope until it cut into her mouth and kept her from saying another word. "What a silly bitch. Lick the toilet clean for me, Lynda. It's your job."

The urinals had been bad. They had tasted of piss and antiseptic. There had been ashes and curly crotch-hairs on the edges of the bowls. The toilet stool was a hundred times worse. It was crusted with dark brown and yellow stains. The water was a muddy swirl. Just the smell made Lynda gag uncontrollably.

But she didn't have any choice. Just pleading with Buck had taken every ounce of her courage. She didn't dream of defying him. Mter all, he owned her.

She lowered her head to the filthy bowl.

"Shit!" a man shouted, jerking on his bone-hard cock. "The slut will do anything! This is too fucking much!"

"Lick it out, Miss Cartier," Grady said. "Just like a good landlady."

All the men were hooting and laughing. They called Lynda the most filthy names possible. Spit splattered against her face and back. Buck pulled the rope from her mouth and stood up off her back.

Lynda breathed a sigh of relief as his weight came up off her beaten body, but the stench of the toilet turned the sigh into a series of dry heaves. There was nothing left in Lynda to come up, but her stomach rolled with disgust at what she was about to do.

She touched her tongue to the crusted rim of the toilet. The taste was so foul that Lynda almost swooned. Buck almed his cock at her face and started pissing.

Lynda gagged as she licked filth off the toilet. Her pretty pink tongue slithered over the crusted porcelain, wiping up clots of brown, sponging away dry yellow stains. Lynda went a little more insane with every taste of fifth. Buck's piss splashed over her face and shoulders, a stinking spray that made Lynda feel like a toilet herself.

Grady grabbed the bathroom plunger off the floor and stabbed it up into Lynda's cunt. The shattered beauty screamed in pain as the big man pierced her pussy with the rough wooden probe. He stuffed a foot of the plunger into her pussy with his first thrust. When he jerked it out, Lynda screamed again, as splinters bit into her sensitive pussy-flesh. The second time he forced it inside her he fed her a foot and a half.

Lynda plied her tongue over the dirty toilet. Sometimes she had to fasten her lips around a clot of filth, soaking it with her spit and then prying it loose with her mouth. Buck's piss helped by soaking the toilet. Lynda sucked up his piss obediently. Her disgust at licking the shitty, pissy toilet was as bad as the tearing agony Grady was causing her with the plunger. Together they completed the wrecking of her mind and the demolishing of her body.

"Get down into it," Buck said as Lynda licked away the last of the filth from the toilet's rim. "Lick the bowl out with your slutty tongue."

Lynda plunged her face into the toilet as Buck shook the last drops of his piss off onto her shoulders. When her face was plunged deep into the bowl, he grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pushed her face underwater. Lynda gurgled filthy toilet water, too tired to struggle even though she was drowning. And then Buck flushed the toilet.

When Buck pulled Lynda's soaked head out of the toilet, the vacant beauty was barely conscious. She let Buck position her as he wanted as he flipped her onto her ass in front of the toilet, then dragged her slender arms through the center of the ring and tied them. Pete pulled her legs wide apart, tying one ankle to a pipe and the other to the edge of the stall.

Grady never stopped driving the plunger into her cunt. He was feeding her tattered pussy almost two feet of the wooden shaft now.

"There she is, boys," Buck said with a grin. "Just call her toilet-mouth. She cleaned up the stool so nice that I couldn't stand to see it get dirty again so fast. So if you need to relieve yourseff, why not let her take care of that, too?" Lynda stared at Buck, her wide blue eyes vacant, her beautiful face set in lines of anguish and despair. The men got in a line to use her.

"Keep your mouth open," Buck said as the first man stepped into the toilet stall and aimed his cock at her face.

A stream of piss splashed into Lynda's mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but the man was pissing too much, too fast for Lynda to swallow it all. Piss fountained back out over her lips, spilled down her chin and soaked her long, sinuous body. Lynda's stomach gurlged as the man's piss filled it. When he stepped away, another man took his place. This man pissed all over Lynda's creamy tits before aiming his stream between her moist, parted lips.

Grady leaned his weight on the plunger, stretching Lynda's battered cunt until it could stretch no more. Two feet of the wooden shaft forced its way into her tearing pussy. But Grady still wasn't satisfied. He yanked it back out of her cunt and then drove it in like a spear. Lynda went into spasms of agony as the plunger fucked her more deeply than she had ever been fucked before.

Lynda passed out for a moment as the tip of the plunger forced its way through the tight ring of her cervix. The firehose stream of the next man's piss brought her back to awareness. She didn't have enough strength to scream, but she convulsed on the floor like a dying woman as the plunger stabbed deep into her stomach. Grady leaned on the plunger until it was stuffed completely inside Lynda's cunt. The fat rubber suction cup pressed against her swollen pussy-lips before he stopped pushing. Then he stepped away, leaving the plunger thrust completely inside her body.