Barmaid in bondage

CHAPTER EIGHT

"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.

"No-nahhh!" Lynda moaned incoherently. Her creamy skin glistened with a clammy sweat. She trembled and thrashed, bucking her hips high off the bathroom floor. "You're – you're not going to do this – you're not going to do this to me! Please!"

"We already did," Grady said with a laugh, then stepped back in to turn the suction cup in circles, making the plunger rotate inside her.

Lynda screamed in agony as the rough wood ground in circles inside her. It took her almost a minute to realize that she was climaxing.

The orgasm was like no climax she had ever experienced. It burned her like fire, making every muscles in her long, lithe body tense until they trembled and pulled. She went rigid as a board. Her cunt clutched the shaft of the plunger like a powerful hand, and Lynda wasn't sure whether it was trying to force it out or pull it even deeper inside. Her orgasm went on and on, wrecking her luscious body, reducing her to a sexy mass of quivering jelly. "Where the hell is all that wood going?" a man asked in wonder. "Her body isn't big enough to take it all."

"The slut's on fire," another man said. "Look at that sweat. Look at the way she's fucking moving. The big-assed whore's burning up!"

"I'll cool her off," Pete said, and stepped up to her. He straddled Lynda's face and pointed his cock right down at her. "Have some piss, you high-class twat!"

Pete pissed right down onto Lynda's face. The explosion of piss into her mouth almost drowned her. Piss poured down her aristocratic features. Then Pete bowed his legs and started grunting. A wet, smelly fart exploded in Lynda's face. Dazed as she was, she knew what was coming next.

A huge turd pushed out of Pete's asshole. It looked like a fat brown worm burrowing its way out of a hole. It curled into a comma as it slipped from his shitter. Then it slapped down on Lynda's face, right across the bridge of her nose. It felt like a huge lump of mud, but it smelled like the bottom of a sewer. Lynda moaned like a lost soul. Tied as tightly as she was over the stool she couldn't even knock the shit away.

Pete grunted and dropped another turd on Lynda's helplessly waiting face. It landed on her forehead, curling down to cover her right eye. He squeezed out another and it slapped down at an angle over the first one, resting on Lynda's left cheek. He grabbed a handful of her silky black hair and wiped his ass with it. The crowd of men howled with enjoyment. Lynda shuddered in disgust and shame.

"Shitty bitch," Pete muttered, swinging off her face. "Shit-eating cow."

Men stepped up on either side of her face and started pissing.

Their streams of piss melted the fat turds that Pete had dropped on her face. The shit ran down her beautiful face like chocolate milk. The men laughed and aimed their streams of piss so that they could dissolve all three of the turds Pete had deposited on top of her.

Sludgy rivers of shit ran into Lynda's eyes, streamed down her cheeks. Shit dripped down the sides of her nose and over her tightly clenched lips. The stench was so awful that the men held their noses. A man squatted over Lynda's creamy flat stomach and spread his asscheeks wide. He dropped four hot, steaming turds into the quivering hollow of Lynda's belly, then pissed straight down on the mountain of gloppy brown. Shit ran like syrup over Lynda's silky flanks and down onto her swollen, plunger-stuffed pussy.

A man straddled her throat and shit on the huge, rounded pillows of Lynda's tits. One long, skinny turd laid right down the center of her creamy cleavage. Men were crowding around to piss before the man even finished, and as soon as he swung off of her, five hard yellow streams were turning the mound of crap into so much sticky fudge.

Lynda climaxed again when the next man shit on her face. He dumped five of the huge turds on her face, completely submerging her lovely features under a stinking pile of shit. Lynda couldn't even breathe through the mountain of shit. It covered her lips and nose, and the biggest turd of all blanketed her eyes like a blindfold.

A moment later, as a half dozen streams of piss beat the shit into slimy black quicksand, it began to seem like an honor that the men would shit on a whore as lowly and worthless as she.

Lynda cimaxed explosively, grinding her savaged cunt on the plunger that pierced her long, sultry body. She bucked her fuli ass up off the floor. Pussy-cream ran down her cunt-lips and splattered on the bathroom tile. She opened her mouth to moan in pleasure and a river of piss soaked shit flowed down her throat.

After that Lynda writhed with pleasure at everything the men did to her. They beat off in her face and she lashed her tongue out over her lips to gather every drop of jism she could reach. Half the men in the bar shit on her. Every man pissed on her at least once. But Lynda loved it all.

They untied her hands and made her rub their shit all over her tall, sultry body. They made her eat a turd like a candy bar, and lick another like an ice-cream cone.

"Time for a new game," Buck said at last, sneering at the shit-plastered, piss-soaked beauty. "You're enthusiastic, Lynda. Now let's see how much stamina you've got."

They tied the rope around her wrists this time, and hauled her into the air. Lynda squirmed in pain as the rope cut into her wrists and the weight of her body pulled on her slender arms. And then Grady wheeled a table into the room, and Lynda whimpered with despair and excitement.

There were needle-sharp ice picks sticking up out of it. There were candles fitting into holes that had been drilled on the table's top. Grady lit the candles as he pushed it forward. Pete pulled the plunger out of Lynda's cunt as Grady maneuvered the table beneath her.

"That's going to hurt real bad if you let yourself down on it, Lynda," Buck said mildly, pinching Lynda's stiff, shit-caked nipples until she whined in pain. "We're going to lower you a little bit. But if you're strong enough you'll be able to hold yourself off it. Lets try ten minutes. If you can do a ten-minute chin up I guess you've got it fucking made."

Lynda clutched at the rope as the men lowered her toward the table. She raised up her legs, sticking them straight out in front of her. When she felt the heat of the candles and the prick of the ice picks on her creamy asscheeks, Lynda tried to pull herself up.

She thought the effort was going to kill her. The effort of pulling herself up off the icepicks and candles sent pain flashing through every inch of her lean, lithe body.

The muscles in Lynda's slender arms jumped and flexed as she chinned herself up on the rope. Sweat poured down her beautiful face as she pulled herself painfully up.

Finally her face was level with her hands and her big, perfect ass hung just out of reach of the candles and icepicks. Her lush body shivered with agony.

"This is a fun game, isn't it?" Buck asked the broken beauty, pinching her nipples again, then twisting her full, fleshy tits until they looked like twin corkscrews. "Say thank you for letting you play."

"Thank you for letting me play!" Lynda moaned, her voice cracking with strain. "It's a fun game!"

"Ten minutes, Lynda," Buck said. "Think about how much fun it'll be in mine."

The men tried to make her fall. They picked wads of shit off the floor and threw them at her. Grady collected some darts from the other room and they threw those at her too, piercing her ass, tits and stomach. They beat her with belts and pulled her hair.

It was Buck himself who finally broke her. He walked up to her with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a dozen needles in his hand. One by one he poked the needles into her slender, straining arms. Then he dragged the lit end of his cigarette over her arms, into the sensitive hollows inside her elbows and under her shoulders.

"Stick out your tongue," Buck said, and Lynda did as he asked.

He ground out the cigarette on her tongue. Her exquisite body writhed and twisted in agony. Her beautiful face was a mask of pain. She stared at Buck, knowing that he would show her no mercy. She almost let herself fall from shock when he leaned close to her and kissed her.

"Tell me you love me, Lynda," he said.

"I love you, Buck," she whispered. "I don't think I could live without you."

"I know," he said. "Let yourself down, Lynda. Nice and slow. For me. You've only got a minute left."

"Yes, Buck!"

She lowered herself toward the table.

The candle flames licked her creamy lush ass. They hurt her terribly, but then her rounded asscheeks were pressed against them, putting them out one after another. Then the ice picks were pressing into her tender, silky skin. One after another they pierced her flesh, and Lynda sank down on them, crying out in agony. Buck let her sit on them for the full final minute before he ordered her to pull herself back up.

They cut her down and dropped her to the bathroom floor. Lynda stared up at them blankly, her long, lean body squirming in agony and lust on the cool tile. Grady wheeled a cart in the room. Lynda smelled smoke, and then she saw the long metal pokers.

"Oh, Buck," she whispered. "Oh, please, Buck!"

They were brands. Buck was going to brand her, mark her as his forever by marring her pristine beauty with his personal epitaph.

"Sit up," Buck said, pulling one of the brands off the grill. "Stick your big tits way out for me."

"I love you, Buck!" Lynda sobbed, pushing herself off the floor. She arched her back, pushing her huge, creamy, perfectly rounded tits high into the air. "I belong to you, Buck! Do whatever you want to me!"

"I will," Buck said, and held up the sizzling hot brand for Lynda to see. It read: Property of Buck's Bar.

He pressed it into the full, thrusting mound of Lynda's left tit.

Lynda shrieked as her skin burned. She could her the sizzle, smell her flesh burn. She passed out, knowing that when she woke up she would be starting a whole new life.

Buck smeared cold cream over the brand to make sure it set, then woke Lynda up by dunking her head in the toilet. When she came awake, she saw the brand on her big, beautiful tit and almost passed out again.

"Get on your hands and knees," Buck said, picking up the second brand. "And spread your legs wide. It's time for number two."

He showed her this one, too. It read: If Found, Please Fuck Senseless And Return to Buck's Bar. Lynda turned painfully over, crouching on her hands and knees and sticking her ass high in the air.

Buck branded her on her right asscheek, pressing the burning metal high on the lush cheek and close to the center. This time she didn't pass out, but when Buck pulled the brand away, she collapsed to the bathroom floor and curled into a tiny ball.

"Stand up," Buck said after he had smeared cold cream over the ass brand. "We all want to see you." Lynda pushed herself slowly, wearily to her feet.

The men stared at her with awe and disgust.

One by one the men started clapping. At the same time they called her the most filthy names imaginable, jeering and hissing.

"You're a sight, slut," Buck said. His cock was rock-hard. So were the cocks of every other man in the bathroom. "And this is just the first night. You're our barmaid now. You're going to look like this for a long, long time."

Lynda's body was smeared with shit and drenched with piss. Her creamy tanned skin was streaked with dried jism. Cum and pussy-slime still dripped from her pussy and asshole. Her once-tiny shitter was spread wide open, and her cunt was blood red and swollen. Bruises and welts covered every inch of her tall, lush body.

"So, who wants to fuck the barmaid?" Buck asked.

Fifty men grabbed for Lynda at once. She stared cumming when the first hand touched her.

She didn't think she was every going to stop.