Lynda woke up screaming. The men were dragging her across the bar, toward the bathroom. They were dragging her by two thick ropes that were tied tight around the bases of her full, round tits. The pain was so bitter that Lynda couldn't stop screaming.
The men were laughing and joking about how they were going to make her tits even bigger, about how they had tied the ropes to the biggest things on Lynda's body.
Lynda gagged at her first smell of the men's bathroom. She cried out in despair at her first glimpse of the dark, dingy room. The men dragged her helplessly forward, deep into the foul chamber.
Once, inside they slipped the ropes off her tits and kicked her over onto her stomach. Lynda's pretty face and full, round tits were pressed against the cold bathroom tile. She stared vacantly at the row of filthy urinals, her eyes wide.
"Hands and knees, Lynda," Buck said, driving his foot into one creamy flank. "Move it, cow-tits! You've got some fucking cleaning to do!"
"Get your big ass movig!" Grady shouted, kicking her high on one lush hip. "You're going to have to earn your keep here, Miss Cartier! Fucking, cleaning and dancing, you sexy whore! And we'll let you live right here in the bathroom! Fuck, we might even feed you sometimes!"
"Don't make the big-titted cunt any promises," Pete said, kicking Lynda's ass so hard that it felt as though he'd broken her tailbone. "She could stand to lose a few fucking pounds. Of course, we'll give you all the shit you can eat."
"And all the piss you can drink," Buck said, kicking Lynda in the ribsso hard that she curled up on the filthy floor like a sexy little worm. "And booze. And cum. But right now you'd better get on your hands and knees. Move it, Lynda-slut, or I swear we're going to kick you to fucking death!"
With a tiny, lost moan Lynda pushed herself off the floor. She knelt at the men's feet like a sexy horse, her long, lean body bowed, her head still hanging against the floor. Her big, soft tits dangled under her like sexy cones and her full, sweet ass jutted out behind her as if begging for further abuse.
"Who owns you?" Buck asked, rubbing the filthy toe of his boot all over Lynda's scummy, beautiful face.
"You do!" Lynda whimpered, licking the filthy leather, sucking on the tip of Buck's boot when he pushed it against her lips.
"That's right," Buck said, pressing his foot down on the back of Lynda's head until her face was crushed against the filthy floor. She looked even sexier with her long, sultry body arched, her ass high in the air and her face on the floor. "You own this place and we own you. We haven't fucked you so stupid that you don't understand that, have we?"
"No, Buck," Lynda whispered, tears ruing down her face. Her cunt was spasming and leaking. She was getting excited just from the push of Buck's foot on the back of her neck. "I understand. I own the bar and you own me, so you own the bar. I own a lot of places, Buck. You own a lot of places."
There was something comforting about groveling at the feet of Buck and his friends. In a strange way it felt comforting to be kicked, spit on and made fun of. And Lynda could no longer deny that when the men hurt her and fucked her they also made her hot.
Lynda realized sadly that she could never go back to her old life. She was Buck's pet now, fit only for fucking and hurting and dancing for the amusement of his customers.
"It's almost morning, Lynda-doll," Buck said, grinding her face even more painfully against the floor. "When it gets here, you're going to make a couple calls. You're going to sign some papers to make things official. Oh, and one other thing. Will you marry me, big-ass?"
The crowd of men who filled the bathroom laughed wildly.
Lynda wept in despair. She was never going to escape from this place. A tiny orgasm burst through her bowed, beautiful body. Buck was going to keep her until she was fucked hollow, until she was a used-up, worn-out whore.
"Yes, I'll marry you, Buck!" she sobbed, washing her pretty pink tongue over the filthy bathroom floor. "I'll do whatever you want, for as long as you want!"
"That's real nice, Lynda," Buck said, taking his foot off the back of her neck and picking up a big bucket filled with soapy, dirty water. "A good wife needs to keep her husband's place clean. Do a job on this bathroom floor for me, Lynda."
He swung the bucket to the floor in front of Lynda's head, splashing her face with the dirty, sudsy water. Lynda raised herself on her hands until she could look inside the bucket. There was only filthy water, not anything to clean the floor with. She looked up at Buck with a puzzled expression on her pretty, pale face.
"Dip your hair in," he said with an easy grin. "Mop the floor with your hair. You might have to use your tongue for the really scummy parts. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, Buck," Lynda said, her voice quavering. She let her silky black hair dangle into the dirty water. "I'll clean the floor real good."
Lynda's hair was dripping water when she pulled it out of the bucket. She had to press her face against the filthy floor to scrub it with her hair. There was scum a half an inch thick on the tile.
When Lynda dragged her soaking hair over it the caked filth turned into a muddy, sticky mess. Lynda sobbed pitifully, knowing that she would never be able to clean the floor using just her hair and the soapy water.
Buck dropped to his knees behind her and wrapped his strong hands around her plush, silky thighs. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her legs as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in agony as he flattened her long, sultry body on the filthy bathroom floor. Then he drove his huge, hard cock up her asshole, and pain shot through her body like liquid fire.
Lynda dragged her hair over the filthy floor, scrubbed desperately while Buck drove his huge cock all the way up her ravaged shitter. His cock filled her, pushing aside her internal organs, burying itself deep inside her bowels. Pain burned through the straining muscles of Lynda's inner thighs ands stabbed like a white hot poker up her arched, sexy back. Buck grunted with pleasure when his cock bottomed out in her asshole, then pulled back for another plunge.
Lynda's silky black hair was already gloppy with the filth from the bathroom floor. She lifted her head wearily and dunked her hair into the water again, then went back to work.
"Shake your big sweet ass, honey!" Buck growled, jolting Lynda's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. "Squze your hot little shitter on my big cock! And keep cleaning that floor! Come on, bitch, didn't anybody ever teach you how to fucking clean?"
"Fucking slut probably hasn't cleaned a thing in her life," Pete said, tipping the bucket and splashing water onto the floor in front of Lynda's face. "It's time you learned how the other half lives, cow-tits. Especially since you're one of them now."
Lynda rubbed her hair into the filthy water, scrubbing the caked filth off the bathroom floor. She rubbed her face into the dirt too, and soon her perfect features were smeared black. Lynda tried not to think about what the sludge was, but the smell was so foul and cheesy that she couldn't ignore the fact that she was wallowing in year's accumulation of the nastiest grime.
Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy floor, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while Buck demolished her sexy body. Every goring stab of his cock made Lynda's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His strong hands jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his knees beside Lynda's face. Lynda jerked with surprise when his cock splattered her face with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her cheek and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full lips and dripped from her nose.
Lynda rubbed the slimy cock filth into the floor almost as quickly as the man splashed it onto her face. The sticky cum only made more of the dirt cling to her pretty face.
"I said fuck me back, you dumb cunt!" Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda's heavy, hanging tits and crushing them against her body. "Move your lazy ass!"
Buck rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his cock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the effort of trying to clean the floor while having her tender, injured shitter fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole tight around Buck's bruising prick, moaning in agony.
She was going to cum.
Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a sexy cat in heat. She humped her ass back against Buck's massive cock. She rubbed her face against the floor and pulled on her hair until she tore some of it out. She drooled on the filthy floor, then licked her spit away. Her pussy was dripping and squirming, her clit buzzing like an alarm clock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried out with every punishing thrust of Buck's cock up her asshole. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh, oh, oh yessssss!"
"That's it, slut!" Buck roared, hammering his cock up her torn, clutching shit-chute. "What a tight asshole! What a big, sexy ass! You're making me cum, big-tits! Here, take some jism, whore!"
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Lynda screamed, tossing her head back off the floor as Buck squirted jism deep into her ruined asshole. "Cum! Cum! Cum!"
It felt like lava was flowing up her tight, hot shitter. Buck's jism burned every tear and abrasion in her sweet asshole. The fire seemed to burn through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a spastic as Buck unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her thrashing, sexy body. Lynda slammed her scummy face back against the floor, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the face of a lover. She slobbered all over the dirty tile and licked her spit away. She rubbed her dirty, matted hair against the floor, wiping away every trace of filth that caked it.
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big cock dripping jism and blood. He wiped his prick clean on the small of Lynda's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Lynda's reamedut shitter.
Lynda screamed with pleasure, dragging herself across the bathroom floor. A man dropped to his knees in front of her and jacked on his cock until he spurted his cum all over her face. Lynda gurgled with insane glee as the man's jism slapped against her lovely features. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the floor and rubbed her face into it.
Pete stood over her, his belt in his hand. He kicked over the bucket of soapy water, drenching Lynda's face and flooding the bathroom floor. Lynda plunged her face in the dingy water and scrubbed the floor eagerly. Her once-beautiful hair looked like a matted, filthy mop now. Her face was black from the filth she had wallowed in.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, rolling her eyes at the handsome blonde. "Beat me! Whip my big ass until it bleeds! Whip me, you bastard! Beat me hard!"
Pete stared down in wonder at the big, beautiful landlady. Her body was stretched out on the filthy floor, squirming and jiggling in an erotic display of pure animal lust. Her lush asshole was working like a hungry mouth on the cock that was stabbing inside it.
She was slamming her big tits against the floor with savage glee, flattening them against the soaked, dirty tile.
Her filthy face was twisted with an expression of demented excitement. Pete could hardly believe he was looking at the same aristocratic princess who had swept into the bar a few hours earelier. They had broken her completely, turned her into a groveling, sexy animal.
He lashed the belt down against her silky smooth ass. Lynda shrieked with ecstasy, climaxing again. The man fucking her ass cursed and jerked as he blasted his cum up her dripping asshole. He grabbed her asscheeks as he spilled his jism inside her, pulling them so wide apart that it looked as if they might split. Lynda pounded her head against the floor and drove her ass back against the man's stabbing cock, pussy-juice running from her swollen cunt almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her wounded shit-chute.
Pete lashed her long, flawless back with his belt, striping her creamy skin with a fresh crop of angry red welts. Lynda arched her back and snarled at him like a tawny jungle cat. She had stopped using her tangled hair to scrub the floor. She was doing all the work with her face and mouth now, sponging the soapy water with her tongue and then sucking it down her throat. Another man dropped between her widespread legs, driving his cock easily into her asshole.
Lynda climaxed again at the first stroke of his prick up her asshole.
"More!" she howled, pulling herself painfully along the floor, sucking down the filthy water and driving her big ass back against the jarring hammer-strokes of the man's cock. "More! More! More!"
The men gave her what she asked for.
By the time Lynda had finished cleaning the bathroom floor ten more men had fucked her wrecked asshole. The creamy backs of her thighs were coated with a white sheen of jism. Her asshole spilled jism in long, gooey strands.
Pete dropped his belt and fucked his fist up her asshole. Lynda wailed with pain and ecstasy, licking up the last of the soapy water and crusted filth from the bathroom floor.
"String her up," Buck said, looping a rope around her right ankle and pulling it tight. He threw the end of the rope over a pipe that ran along the ceiling. "I'm going to let you take a little break now, big-tits. A lot of the guys want to fuck you. You can clean the stools and urinals after they're done."
Lynda shrieked in agony as Buck pulled on the rope. Pain tore through her ankle and burned through her leg. Buck pulled the rope until Lynda was hanging upside-down, her shoulders pressed against the floor, her neck bent so that her big, soft tits were lolling over her scummy, beautiful face. Her impossibly long, unbelievably sexy body was stretched straight into the air, her left leg dangling at her side while her right leg was drawn tight.
The muscles in her long, shapely right leg were stretched beyond the point of endurance. She could feel them tearing, and she almost passed out from the pain it was causing her. Lynda tried to brace herself with her arms, but Grady grabbed her hands and tied them under her head. She looked like a sexy side of beef, hanging by one leg from the ceiling.
The men moved in on her. Cocks slid into her cunt and asshole at the same time. Lynda's crotch was at exactly the right height for the men to stick their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda's shoulders were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the pain dazed beauty as if her back was being broken, her right leg torn from her body.
"Eat your titties, bitch," Grady said, kicking Lynda in her head. "Chew on those big jugs! They're hanging in your fucking face, slut! Chow down!"
Lynda cried in shame and torment, but she parted her lips and washed her pretty pink tongue over her heated, silky tit-flesh. Her body was swaying as the men fucking her pussy and asshole pounded their cocks inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked fish at the end of the rope that caught her ankle.
Lynda soaked her full, hanging tits with her spit. She bit at the big, soft tits until her creamy skin was covered with the marks of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the shame of having to mistreat her own sensitive tits and at the agony of the brutal double fuck she was having to endure.
The men fucked her savagely. They angled their cocks straight down into her body and pounded her brutally against the floor. Lynda felt as if her swollen fuck-holes were being scrubbed with sandpaper. The two pricks felt like baseball bats as they pounded into her fuck-holes.
The man fucking her pussy was the first to cum. He filled her cunt with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her marshy cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his cock goo down onto Lynda's helplessly upturned face. The slimy slap of jism on Lynda's tits and face made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his load. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his cock into her jism-drenched pussy. Her sweet little cunt had been fucked raw by the dozens of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lubed as she was, the cock fucking in her pussy still sent lightning bolts of agony sizzling through her.
When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted deeper inside Lynda's tight little ass tunnel than she would have believed possible. Her asshole was so reamed out that it offered no resistance to the flush of cock-juice. The angle she was hanging at gave further aid to the jism as it poured deep inside her squirming, sexy body.
Another man stepped up to fill her ass with cum as soon as the first backed away. And after the second pair filled her soggy fuck-holes with jism another pair stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the line of men who stood waiting for turns at her ravaged cunt and asshole.
By the time twenty men had used her she felt dead.
Her cunt and asshole were dripping gummy pools of jism. The slippery white cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the crack of her ass and down her back, over her quivering flat tummy and onto her tits and face.
Lynda had thought that her pussy and asshole would go numb from all the fucking. Instead they seemed to hurt more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the time the first twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant, unbearable agony.
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.