Chapter 5

"No! Please, no! Please no, please no, please no!"

Josie couldn't stop begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagled in the center of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Josie's arms were spread high above her head, far out to her sides. Her legs were spread wide, too, held by ropes to studs in the walls. She was held off the ground, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrists and ankles.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Miss Cartier," Grady said, then shook his head. "Naw, the stuck-up whore's going to be screaming like she's dying when we start throwing the darts. I'll shut her up."

"Ought to fucking clean her up, too," Pete said, looking over Josie's sultry, cum-soaked body. "We want to see what we're fucking aiming at."

Grady grabbed a half dozen pairs of dirty, discarded underwear off the filthy barroom floor. Pete pulled a couple seltzer bottles out from behind the bar. Josie watched them with dazed, frightened eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her long, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the hard streams of water. By the time he was finished Josie was clean of cum but soaked with water. Her silky black hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

"Open wide," Grady said, grabbing Josie by her chin and forcing her mouth wide open. "You're not much good for fucking, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash this nasty underwear for us."

"Please, Grady!" Josie cried, looking pitiful and gorgeous as she beed for mercy. "I've tried to be a good girl! I've fucked everybody! I'll do anything you want! Please, just don't hurt me like this! Don't hurt me so bad!"

"What you are, Josie," Grady said patiently, stuffing a pair of underwear into Josie's mouth, "is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to learn your place, whore. When we're done with your sweet body, you'll either know it or be too fucked up to care."

Josie cried miserably as Grady stuffed her mouth with one pair of shorts after another. By the time he was finished her cheeks were bulging, her mouth spread wide open. The underwear tasted of filth and piss. Grady stuffed her mouth so full that a pair of underwear pushed into her throat, and Josie gagged helplessly, barely able to breathe around the dirty cotton.

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Josie hung, in the center of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the first time in hours that a cock hadn't been buried inside her, a hand hadn't been mauling her tits or ass or pussy.

Josie felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Josie's body was spread-eagled in mid-air Her big tits stood out from her body like two creamy soft, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were hard little points. With her body stretched and tied, her waist looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her voluptuous body. Her pink cunt-lips were spread wide, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

"Darts is a special sport," Buck said, hefting one in his hand. "The action is in the wrist. Watch, and you might learn something." He threw a dart at Josie's right tit.

Josie screamed when the dart hit, right at the center of her nipple. It stuck, buried deep in her super-sensitive flesh. Josie writhed desperately against the ropes that held her spread-eagled, trying to shake it off. She could barely move at all. Buck targeted her left nipple and threw again. When the dart landed, Josie wore the two darts like pasties. The pain was incredible.

Lines of men formed on both sides of Josie. Men threw darts at her ass and men threw darts at her tits. Josie screamed as they hit but all that escaped the underwear that was wadded in her mouth were low, despairing moans. Even the liquor the men had filled her with was not enough to dull the pain of the darts as they pierced her creamy skin.

A dart found its way between the cheeks of Josie's ass, burying itself right next to the fucked-out ring of her asshole. Josie shrieked and wriggled wildly. The men were covering her full, silky asscheeks with darts. Her tits sprouted over a dozen more.

A lot of the men were missing their targets. Darts hit Josie's sleek, flat tummy. Darts stabbed into Josie's lush, creamy thighs. Some of the men decided to try to hit Josie in the deep, sexy pocket of her navel, and they pelted her stomach with darts until each one of them had scored a bullseye. Josie thrashed helplessly against the ropes that held her in place, struggling until her wrists and ankles were bleeding.

By the time the men were finished there were almost a hundred darts buried in Josie's sleek, sexy body. Dozens of them sprouted from her full, round tits. Dozens more stuck from the soft, creamy cheeks of her big ass. By the time Buck stepped up to push the last dart into the tender nub of her clit Josie was delirious with agony. She passed out when he pressed the needle-sharp dart into her tiny clit.

The men woke her up by spraying her with the seltzer bottles, then pulled the darts from her sexy, captive body. Josie passed out again as the men were pulling the darts out of her, but they woke her up again.

Then they untied her, dropping her to the dirty bar floor. Josie curled into a ball, sobbing and shaking, as the men surrounded her. They threw the darts again, hurling the darts down at her this time. A dart hit Josie in her cheek and she shrieked around her mouthful of wadded underwear. The men kicked her over onto her back, then kicked her legs out wide. Josie covered her tender pussy with her hands but men grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms out high above her head. Men stepped on her hands to hold her arms in place. Men stepped on her ankles, too, bearing down with enough force to make Josie cry out in anguish. And then they started throwing the darts at her cunt.

"Neeeehhhhh!" Josie shrieked around the underwear that stuffed her mouth. Spit ran down the sides of her face as she screamed. "Auuuuugggghhhh!'

A dart stabbed into her qulvering, peeledback cunt-lips. Another drove into the tender bridge of flesh that connected her cunt to her asshole. Darts rained down on her, burying themselves in her plump pussy mound, digging into her creamy tanned iuner thighs. A dart split her cunt-lips and lodged deep into her cunt, and Josie went out of her mind with terror and agony.

She jerked her ass a foot off the floor, gyrated her hips in wide, wild circles off the floor, gyrated her hips in wide, wild circles that looked like the sexiest bump-and-grind performed by the sexiest stripper in the world.

The men just laughed at her. Men kicked her long, sultry body, driving their feet into her hips and sides and arms. Men spit on her until her silky skin was streaked with their sticky saliva. Josie writhed on the floor like sexy, dying snake, her creamy skin smeared with the filth of the bar floor, her pussy impaled by dozens of wicked, needle-sharp darts.

Grady kicked her in her cunt.

Josie collapsed back against the floor as Grady drove the pointed toe of his boot into the swollen, dart-strewn mouth of her pussy. All the energy seemed to drain from her long, lithe body. Grady kicked her again, knocking some darts off her, driving others in deeper. Josie gasped for breath, going so pale that she looked like a sexy ghost on the barroom floor.

"Kick her again!" a man shouted.

"Fuck that," another man said. "Give her your whole foot, Grady. Foot fuck the suck-up queen."

"What about it?" Grady asked, kicking Josie's pussy again, moving her a foot across the floor with the bruising force of the blow. "It's just like a menu, Miss Cartier. Item one is playing darts some more. We know you fucking love that, Item two is getting the biggest, sweetest fuck of your slutty life. You want to fuck my foot, bitch?"

"Take that fucking underwear out of your mouth," Buck barked, nodding to the man st ping on her right hand to let her go. "How the fuck do you think you're going to order while you're sucking on a bunch of dirty shorts?"

Josie's hand felt crushed. She could hardly flex her fingers, and she cried out in pain as she grabbed the pair of shorts that were sticking out of her mouth.

The men laughed at her, spitting on her and kicking ler when she dragged the soaking shorts out of her mouth. She had to dig in deep for the other pairs, finally having to drag the last pair out of her throat. By the time she had finished there was a pile of soaking wet underwear on the floor beside her face. Pete stepped on her cheek, forcing her pretty face in-to the pile of soaking shorts for almost a minute before he let her up.

"So what's it going to be?" Grady asked when Pete let her up. He kicked her again, driving one dart so deep inside her cunt that it disa peared between the swollen pink lips of her pussy.

The men grabbed Josie's arm and forced it out over her head again. Men were stepping on her in other places too. Feet settled down on her arms and legs. Men stepped on her flat, silky stomach and on her full, round tits. Everywhere feet were settling on her lean, long body. Some of the men stomped on her, raising their feet up and smashing them down over and over.

"So what's it going to be, Josie?" Buck asked. He rubbed a boot all over Josie's face, smearing her with dirt.

Josie could barely moved. She couldn't think at all.

"Fuck me . . . fuck me with your foot," she whispered at last, her voice barely audible. She kissed the sole of Buck's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her tongue past her lips to wash dirt off the leather. "Please fuck me with your foot."

The men cheered. They pulled the darts out of Josie's tortured cunt before Grady removed his boot and drove his foot into her again. This time he leaned his weight on his foot, pressing it deeper and deeper inside her. Josie moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the front of his foot pushed past the stretched lips of her cunt. After that there was only pain, pain so bitter that Josie wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady's arms to hold him up while he pushed his foot into Josie's cunt. Josie hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to escape the terrible intrusion, but there was nowhere for her to go. Half of Grady's foot pushed inside her cunt and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces He kicked again, with all the strength of his muscular leg, and Josie felt as though she was having a baby.

"There we go!" Grady screamed as the heel of his foot disappeared inside Josie's pussy. "You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow? I bet you never thought you'd be on your back with your legs spread fucking on a man's foot!"

Josie passed out. Her eyes had hardly flickered shut when Pete aimed his cock at her beautiful face and started pissing. The broken landlady came awake drowning. Her mouth was filled with Pete's piss, her face soaked. When she woke, tasting the bitter piss, she gagged weakly. The men just laughed at her and urged Grady to kick her even harder.

She could feel every inch of Grady's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her tearing cunt lips. The heel of his foot smashed against her clit. Josie shivered uncontrollably, going into shock. Her big blue eyes rolled and spit drooled from her parted lips.

The men gathered around her, kicking her long, lean body until Josie was certain they were going to kick her to death. Men lashed their feet into her velvety ribcage. Men kicked her plush ass, her generous hips. Men kicked her slender arms and long, sexy legs. Some of the men even kicked her in- the head, knocking Josie senseless. They would have knocked her unconscious if not for the stream of piss Pete was washing her face with.

The men took turns kicking and stomping on Josie's full, silky tits. Every time one of the men would grind the heel of his shoe down on top of one of Josie's tits the pain was so intense that the tortured girl begged for death. Then some other man would swing his foot way back and kick the fleshy mound as though it was a football. Josie's big soft tit would swing across her chest with such force that Josie was sure it was being kicked completely off her body.

The men laughed at Josie's pitiful begging and crying. They spit on her some more, and several of them pulled out their cocks and pissed all over her sleek, sexy body. Josie whimpered with shame and disgust as the men soaked her creamy tanned body with their stinking yellow piss.

"Fuck that foot!" Pete shouted, dribbling the last of his piss all over Josie's beautiful upturned face. "Fuck that foot, whore! Kick her harder, Grady! Shit, the silly bitch is hardly feeling it!"

"What's the matter, Miss Cartier?" Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Josie's battered cunt. "Aren't I kicking you hard enough? You uptown cunts really need to go the whole trip, huh? Well, here you go, big tits! Fuck on this!"

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Josie's pussy, and she collapsed against the floor, panting like a dying dog. Grady's foot was drenched with cunteam and smeared with blood. Josie cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of his foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her poor little pussy. She knew that her cunt would never be the same after all the abuse it had suffered during this horrible night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brutal thrust. Josie slid three feet across the filthy bar floor, curling into a tight ball in spite of the feet -that held he down. She could feel her pussy ripping under the inhuman force of the kick. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

Grady pulled his foot out of her again. Her torn cunt-lips were stretched so wide that it looked as though the men could have driven a truck up inside her. Her once-dainty pink cuntlips were blood red and swollen.

"No!" she whispered as Grady drew his foot back again. She shook her head weakly from side to side as men sprayed her body with piss and rubbed their feet over her face and body. "No, Grady! No more! No more! I can't stand it!"

"Shut up, you big-assed slut," a man said, and flicked a lit match into her open mouth.

Josie screamed as the match sizzled her tongue. Her spit put it out almost immediately, but not before it filled her mouth with fire. Josie gulped down the match on reflex.

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

The other men stopped kicking her, stepping back to watch as Grady pounded his foot inside Josie's cunt. A few men still pissed on Josie's face and tits, or stepped up to spit on her, but most of them just wanted to see the show. None of them had ever seen anything that compared to the spectacle of Josie's tall sexy body being fucked by Grady's foot.

Josie couldn't take anymore. There wasn't one spot on her svelte, supple body that didn't burn with pain. Her cunt and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric drill. Her tits were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain even when no one was touching them. Josie floated half conscious in an ocean of agony. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

Josie locked her plush thighs around Grady's ankle.

"Spread those legs!" Grady shouted, wiggling his foot around inside Josie's wounded cunt. "Spread them, whore, or I'll shove my foot up your stinking asshole!"

Josie stared up at Grady. Her silky black hair was spread out around her in a wild tangle, her sultry body glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the defiled landlady. It made him want to kick her even harder.

"Spread them, Miss Cartier," he said again. "You aren't the landlady anymore. You're just a sleazy gang-bang barmaid, and we're going to do anything to your big sexy body that we want to. And believe me, whore, we've been going easy on you so far."

Josie cried hopelessly. She didn't have any choice but to do as Grady commanded. She spread her legs as wide as she could and waited for him to kick her again. When he did, she came.

The orgasm was so powerful, so unexpected, that Josie couldn't stop herself from screaming out with passion. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a dirty barroom floor, getting foot-fucked by one man in front of an audience of fifty more.

Josie bucked her ass up off the ground to meet the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady's foot. Her ravaged pussy clamped around Grady's ankle, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the floor, and Josie climaxed again.

She was still cuinming when he pulled his soaked bloody foot from her cunt. And when he made her lick his foot clean, Josie climaxed again, even as she cried at the depth of her degradation.

CHAPTER SIX

"Hey, Josie, you remember this?" Buck was dragging Josie by her hair across the filthy floor of the bar. "Sure you do. You're the bitch who brought the cops out here to make me get rid of it. You know, I lost a fucking lot of businessI've got a replacement now, and none of the sluts I had in here were anywhere near as fucking sexy as you."

"No!" Josie cried. It was true. They could keep pushing her farther down into the muck forever. "Not in there, Buck! The police-the police told me what that thing did! It's-it's horrible! I've tried to be good! Oh please, please, I've tried to be good."

"Try a little harder bitch," Pete said, pulling a stripper's costume out from behind the bar. "And maybe you'll still be fucking alive come morning."

"Or maybe not," Grady said with a shrug. "I'm a fucking mechanical genius, you know-And I fixed that cage up real good."

Grady was telling the truth. After the police-at Josie's insistence-had forced Buck to get rid of his stripper, one of the men on the force had told her about the cage Buck made the girl dance in. It was hooked up to a generator that could shoot an almost lethal dose of electricity through the floor and bars. There were metal bars with needle-sharp ends that could be extended into the cage at any angle, controlled by a remote control box that Buck kept behind the bar. Worst of all there was the mask. When the policeman had told her about the mask she had refused to believe him.

She believed him now. The mask was a tiny gas mask that covered a girl's mouth. It was connected to a rubber tube that led out of the cage. The tube was connected to a pneumatic pump. The men could put any liquid they wanted into the tube and use the pump to force-feed the fluid to the girl who was wearing the mask. The girl had only two choices. She could swallow or she could drown.

Josie struggled weakly against Buck as the man lowered the cage from the ceiling and opened the door. Buck punched her in the nose hard enough to make it bleed, then grabbed her full, round tits in his strong hands and squeezed them until Josie was trembling in agony. Pete tossed the stripper's outfit in her face and Buck kicked her in the soft hollow of her stomach before he stepped away.

"Put that shit on, Josie," he said. "Now. We want to see how good a big- assed landlady can shake her tits."

Josie could barely move. Just pulling the stripper's outfit off her face made her arms ache horribly. The men cursed her and spit on her as she tried to sort out the tangle of outlandish clothing.

They tossed lit cigarettes and nuts and pretzels from the bar at her, screaming at her for being too slow. Josie was almost used to the sensation of a man's spit splattering on her face. The cigarettes stung when they hit her, though, making her jerk and cry out in pain. She couldn't move any faster, though.

Josie cried again when she saw the outfit Pete had thrown her. There were tassels for her nipples, and when Josie saw that they were meant to be attached by sharp-toothed alligator clips, she looked up at the men with the expression of a kicked dog.

She put them on, anyway, screaming in agony as the sharp metal jaws bit down on her sensitive nipples. The pain was terrible. It felt as though her nipples were being crushed and pierced at the same time.

There was a G-string, a tiny band of gold that bit into her full hips and ran up the crack of her ass. Its front was a flashy gold pocket that pulled skintight over the plump mound of her pussy. The G-string was for a woman much smaller than Josie, and it looked especially obscene stretched tight around her full, sexy ass.

There were sandals that tied up all the way to her knees. These too were for a woman smaller than Josie, and they crushed her feet horribly. The heels on them were at least six inches tall. Josie didn't think she'd even be able to stand up on them, much less dance.

The rest of the outfit was just as shameful. There was a long velvet cape colored a tawdry red and black. There was a black leather collar for her throat. There were gold slave bands for her upper arms and a thin gold chain for her waist.

She put the outfit on. "Hey, slut, shake your big ass!" a man shouted.

"Bounce those sexy tits, slut!" another man yelled.

"Nice dance-tramp you got there, Buck," a third man said.

All the men were shouting and laughing, calling Josie the most vile things, treating her as if she was the kind of slut who would willingly climb into the torture cage for a few bucks or maybe even just a bottle of hard liquor to take home.

"Get into the cage, slut," Buck said, after the men had called her names for awhile. "Time to put on a show."

Josie turned like the obedient slave she was, wobbling on the spike heels. She stepped into the cage.

Pete and Grady grabbed her arms and pulled her hands to the sides of the cage. They snapped shackles around her wrists, locking her to the bars. Buck slipped the mask over her face. She stayed obediently still while he fitted it over her mouth. She didn't start crying untll they raised the cage into the air. When it dangled about six feet off the floor, the men stopped it.

"Show us what you can do, Josie," Buck said, sitting on the bar and holding the cage controls in his hand. "Dance for us, you big-titted cow." Josie tried to dance. She had never liked dancing. It seemed perverted somehow, almost like sex. She wiggled her hips from side to side, shook her shoulders to make her tits bounce under the satin cape.

"Boring!" someone screamed.

"Dead-assed slut!" another man shouted. "Juice her up, Buck! Get that big ass shaking!"

Josie tried harder. She hunched her hips and swung her arms. She tossed her head on her shoulders, making her silky black hair fan out over her shoulders. She rubbed her legs together and shifted slowly from side to side.

"You're a sorry excuse for a woman, Josie," Buck said, and hit one of the switches.

Josie couldn't even scream. Electricity jolted through her voluptuous body, making her jerk and tremble. Every nerve in her body caught fire. She thrashed wildly against the chains that bound her in place. Bomb bursts of agony flared through her brain.

The electriciy stopped. Josie stood still for a moment, her body still quivering from the after effects of the jolting shock. The men were throwing things at her, anything they could get their hands on.

Josie screamed through her mask as some-thing thick and wet hit her between the eyes. Her confused mind seized on one thought. She had to dance. She had to make the men hot.

Josie squirned, thrusting her hips and shaking her tits. She tucked her chin against her tits and caught the string of the cape between her teeth. When she jerked loose the knot and let the cape slide down her shoulders as the men cheered.

"Look at those sweet big tits!" a man shouted.

"Shake that big ass, whore!" another man yelled.

Josie jerked her upper body from side to side, making her tits wobble wildly back and forth across her chest. She ran her hands down her tiny waist and over her full, sexy hips. She squatted and stood, squatted and stood, as though she was screwing herself down onto the world's biggest cock. She did everything she could think of, frantic to keep Buck from shocking her again.

He did it anyway. Lightning crackled through Josie's lean, luscious body. The fine muscles in her legs turned to mush and she fell against the bars of the cage. Buck turned up the voltage and Josie went into convulsions. Her svelte, sexy body flopped around on the floor of the cage as though she was some sexy fish out of water The men loaded half a bottle of tequila into the tube that led to Josie's mask. When the alcohol splashed into her mouth, Josie was too dazed to swallow it, and she started choking. It took every bit of concentration she had to gulp down the burning liquor.

Buck stopped the flow of electricity and Josie climed uncertainly to her feet. Sne could barely stand, but she knew the men were expecting a show. She thrust her hips forward in a lewd invitation to fuck, arching her back so severely that she looked like a limbo dancer.

The men cheered and poured a beer into the tube. Josie drank down the beer obediently, rubbing her tits and pussy against the bars of the cage. She ran her shackled hands over her shoulders and down her arms as if she were making love to herself. She straightened her long, lush legs out to her sides and slid into as much of a split as the cage would permit, then flexed the muscles in her thighs and calves until they stood up like cords of silk.

Buck hit a button, and a shaft of metal punched into Josie's stomach. It was a blunt shaft, but it hit Josie with such force that it knocked her down. She landed hard, bruising her hip and ass, but the men just laughed. When she tried to struggle to her feet, Buck hit another button and a sharpened metal tip stabbed into her silky ass. Josie jumped forward, and Buck sent another sharp metal spoke into her full right tit.

Both of the spikes drew tiny trickles of blood. Josie almost passed out at the sight of her own blood, even though she could tell that the wounds were no more than pin pricks.

She threw herself against the bars of the cage, squirming and thrusting her hips in a desperate attempt to make the men happy. Buck hit the electricity again and Josie collapsed in a trembling, jerking heap on the floor of the cage. This time Buck left the electricity on for what seemed like forever. Josie jitterbugged on the floor of the cage, bouncing around like a woman possessed. She was possessed-of almost enough volts of electricity to kill her. The electricity flowered through every inch of her body. It seemed to concentrate in her pussy, asshole and tits. Josie thought that she was gcing to die.

And then Buck cut the electricity, and Josie realized something that almost shattered her. The shock had made her hot. She almost missed the burning flow of pain through her lush, supple body.

Josie cried at the thought that the men had debauched her so completely that she could even be turned on by being shocked almost to death.

She had to pull herself to her feet this time. her legs wouldn't work right, and even after she balanced herself on the spike heels she had to hold onto the bars of the cage to keep from falling. She couldn't stop trembling. It was as if the electricity was still burning through her body, as though it was echoed through her nerve endings, looking for an exit.

Josie remembered something she had seen a stripper do once and started bouncing in circles. She watched, fascinated, as her big tits flopped in giant circles, making the tassels spin like the propellers of an airplane. She leaned her head back against her shoulders and jerked more wildly yet. It looked like there was a pillow fight happening on her chest. The tassels looked like pinwheels spinning in a tornado.

"Here, lets give the whore something good to drink," one of the men said, pulling out his cock and aiming it down into the tube. Two other men stepped up beside him, pushing the heads of their cocks together.

They started pissing. Josie squealed as her mouth filled with piss. She gagged on the salty, base flavor, but she gulped down the piss as though she couldn't get enough.

She stopped swinging her tits, bucking her hips against the bars instead. When the pocket of the G-string hit the bars of the cage, there was a wet, squelehing sound. The men laughed when they heard it.

Buck hit some more buttons on the control box.

A dull steel rod hit Josie in the stomach. A sharp one nestled between the full cheeks of her ass and plunged into the tender ring of her shitter.

Josie screamed in pain, almost drowning on the triple load of piss that was running into her mouth. She lifted one leg, bracing it against the bars of the cage and ground her pussy against the dull bar that hit her in the stomach. Before long pussy-cream was dribbling out from the sides of the golden cunt pocket. Josie guzzled piss and fucked two rods of steel, one sharp and one dull. Her lean, sexy body was trembling with pleasure.

The men finished pissing and Grady brought a bottle of tabasco sauce out from behind the bar. He broke the neck off and upended the bottle over the tube. Josie dropped away from the bars, writhing in anguish as the fiery liquid filled her mouth.

"That'll warm the slut up!" one of the men screamed. "Hot enough for you, whore?"

Buck gave her another shot of electricity.

Josie wallowed on the bottom of the cage, her body burning, her mouth filled with fire.

She banged her head against the floor of the cage, She jerked her ass two feet off the metal cage. Muscles all along her tall, sleek body jumped and flexed uncontrollably. She bit her tongue until it bled, she grabbed her tits and tore at them with her fingernalls until she left bright red streaks in her creamy skin. Her brain short-circuited.

She was cumming.

Buck let off the juice and Josie grabbed the tiny waistband of the golden G- string. She tore it off and grabbed her swollen cunt-lips with one hand, thrusting three fingers from the other deep inside her cunt. She knifed her fingers deep inside while she pulled at her cunt-lips as though they were rubberbands.

Slippery pussy-cream poured out over her hands, drenching her clenched asscheeks. The men hooted and hollered at the sight of the gorgeous woman bringing herself to orgasm.

"This'll cool the slut down!" Pete shouted, bringing a pitcher of frozen margueritas to the tube. He poured the whole pitcher into the rubber hose. "Get up and dance, bitch! We didn't hire you to lay on your big ass and beat yourself off!"

The freezing liquor hit Josie's mouth like a cool refreshing wave. She gulped it eagerly for a moment before the pain started. Then the rush of frozen liquid was like so much hot ice, flash freezing her tongue, her teeth and the roof of her mouth. The pain made Josie's head pound. It felt like there was a nest of bees in her mouth, stinging her to death.

Josie turned over onto her stomach, grabbed the bars and hauled herself slowly, painfully to her feet. The muscles in her slender arms stood out like steel cords as she pulled herself up. She looked like a cripple, her rubbery legs unable to support her weight. But she looked like a sexy cripple, her fine, lean body soaked with sweat, trembling with pain and lust and exhaustion.

"Now dance, you whore!" one of the men shouted

"Shake that big sweet ass!" another man exclaimed.

Josie hung onto the bars of the cage, staring at the crowd of men. Her cunt was squirming with lust. She needed to cum so bad that she hardly knew what was happening. Buck pushed a button and a spiked shaft rose up out of the floor. With a moan of hopeless, helpless lust Josie spread her legs and squatted on top of it.

"Fuck that bar, whore!" Pete screamed, opening a can of motor oil and pouring it into the tube. "Shove your scuzzy cunt on that big metal cock until it comes out your cocksucking mouth!"

Josie gagged on the oil, not knowing what she was drinking but realizing dimiy that it was something wrong, something horrible. A man pissed into the tube and Josie drank his stinking waste eagerly to cleanse her mouth of the taste of the oil. Everywhere men were grabbing horrible things to pour into the tube. Josie had no choice but to drink everything they fed her.

They poured a bucket of soapy, dirty mop water down the tube. Josie threw up twice while she was drinking it, but she only had to swallow it back down. They made her drink vinegar. They made her drink window cleaner. They made her drink paint. Booze of every variety went into the tube, and so did filthy toilet water. A man shit into one of the blenders, and after they had spun it into a soupy brown liquid they poured it down the tube too. Josie had to swallow it all.

She plunged down onto the metal spike, not caring what it was doing to her aiready-tattered cunt. The sharp tip of the spike felt so good as it plunged inside her that Josie didn't care if it stabbed her to death. She took a foot of the bar inside her, then a foot and a half. Finally she banged her ass all the way down to the floor of the cage, and the sharp tip of the metal spike pushed through her cervix and pierced her womb. Josie wailed with pain and pleasure, her cunt clutching the bar as though it was the cock of her dearest lover.

Buck punched every button on his box.

A killing jolt of electricity poured through Josie's squirming, humping body. She screamed so loudly that even through the mask her cries of passion and anguish filled the tiny bar. She tore the mask off her face and screamed again, her big blue eyes rolling back in her head and spit flying from her lips.

"What are you bastards doing to me?" she shrieked, pounding her body down savagely on the spike of metal.

"Fuck you! Fuck you all! I want your cocks! Go ahead, fuck me to death! I know that's what you want! Fuck me to death, then fuck my fucking corpse!"

"Not a bad idea," Grady said with a little smile. "But I think you'll be a little more fun to fuck alive for awhile."

'Yeah," Buck said. "Like for a few years.

"Years!" Josie howled, throwing her head back as the electricity burned through her lush, lithe body. "Years! Marry me, Buck! Marry me and fuck me to death! I'll dance for you every fucking night! When you fuck me out you can have every fucking thing I own!"

"Now there's an idea," Buck said. "But I want to see what kind of a housekeeper you are first. After all, you have to earn your keep, Josie. You can't just have fun all of the tinie."

Dozens of metal rods hit Josie's sleek, squirming body, some of them piercing her creamy tanned skin, others just slamming into her. They pinned her in place atop the big spike that shot up from the floor. Josie screamed out in passion, climaxing over and over until her orgasms blurred into one mind shattering, everlasting cum.

Finally she passed out, feeling as though she had sold her soul to the devil. She knew that she had been broken, that her old self had been destroyed. She had been reduced to a pain loving sex toy, an obedient, slavish fuck- puppet.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Josie 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 Josie 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 Josie's body.

Josie 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. Josie'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, Josie," 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 Josie'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 Josie 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, Josie-slut, or I swear we're going to kick you to fucking death!"

With a tiny, lost moan Josie 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 Josie's scummy, beautiful face.

"You do!" Josie 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 Josie'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," Josie 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 Josie could no longer deny that when the men hurt her and fucked - her they also made her hot.

Josie 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, Josie-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.

Josie 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, Josie," 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, Josie."

He swung the bucket to the floor in front of Josie's head, splashing her face with the dirty, sudsy water. Josie 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," Josie said, her voice quavering. She let her silky black hair dangle into the dirty water. "I'll clean the floor real good."

Josie'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 Josie dragged her soaking hair over it the caked filth turned into a muddy, sticky mess. Josie sobbed pitifully, knowing hat 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 Josie 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.

Josie 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 Josie'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.

Josie's silky black hair was already gloppy with the filth from the bathroom floor. She lifted her head wearily and dunked her hair in-to the water again, then went back to work.

"Shake your big sweet ass, honey!" Buck growled, jolting Josie'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 Josie's face "It's time you learned how the other half lives, cow-tits. Especially since you're one of them now."

Josie 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. Josie 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. Josie 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 Josie'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 Josie's face. Josie 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.

Josie 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 Josie'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. Josie 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.

Josie 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!" Josie 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. Josie jerked like a spastic as Buck unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her thrashing, sexy body. Josie 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 Josie's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Josie's reamedut shitter.

Josie 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. Josie 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 Josie's face and flooding the bathroom floor. Josie 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. Josie 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. Josie 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. Josie 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.

Josie 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 Josie 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. Josie 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, pig-tits. A lot of the guys want to fuck you. You can clean the stools and urinals after they're done.

Josie shrieked in agony as Buck pulled on the rope. Pain tore through her ankle and burned through her leg. Buck pulled the rope until Josie 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. Josie 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. Josie'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, Josie'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 Josie in her head. "Chew on those big jugs! They're hanging in your fucking face, slut! Chow down!"

Josie 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.

Josie 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. Josie 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. Josie twisted and moaned as his fuck-fikh 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 Josie's helplessly upturned face. The slimy slap of jism on Josie's tits and face made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his load. Josie 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 Josie'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. Josie 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.

Josie 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 Josie 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 in-to her wide blue eyes. Cum sloughed off her cheeks in inch4hick 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 Josie 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 Josie'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 bldod-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. Josie 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.

Josie 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 Josie Cartier who carried Buck across the bathroom. The old one was gone forever.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Dc..do I have to?" Josie 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 Josie'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, Josie. 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 Josie 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 Josie 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.

Josie 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 Josie 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 Josie almost swooned. Buck almed his cock at her face and started pissing.

Josie 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. Josie went a little more insane with every taste of fifth. Buck's piss splashed over her face and shoulders, a stinking spray that made Josie feel like a toilet herself.

Grady grabbed the bathroom plunger off the floor and stabbed it up into Josie'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, Josie screamed again, as splinters bit in-to her sensitive pussy-flesh. The second time he forced it inside her he fed her a foot and a half.

Josie 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. Josie 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 Josie licked away the last of the filth from the toilet's rim. "Lick the bowl out with your slutty tongue."

Josie 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 in-to the bowl, he grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pushed her face underwater. Josie gurgled filthy toilet water, too tired to struggle even though she was drowning. And then Buck flushed the toilet.

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

Grady leaned his weight on the plunger, stretching Josie'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. Josie went into spasms of agony as the plunger fucked her more deeply than she had ever been fucked before.

Josie 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 Josie'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 in-side her body.

"No-nahhh!" Josie 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.

Josie 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 Josie 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," an6ther 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 Josie's face and pointed his cock right down at her. "Have some piss, you high-class twat!"

Pete pissed right down onto Josie'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 Josie'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 Josie'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. Josie 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 Josie'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 Josie'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. Josie 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 Josie'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 Josie's creamy flat stomach and spread his asscheeks wide. He dropped four hot, steaming turds into the quivering hollow of Josie's belly, then pissed straight down on the mountain of gloppy brown. Shit ran like syrup over Josie's silky flanks and down onto her swollen, plunger-stuffed pussy.

A man straddled her throat and shit on the huge, rounded pillows of Josie'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.

Josie 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. Josie 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.

Josie 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 Josie 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 Josie 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, Josie. 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. Josie 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 Josie 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 Josie's cunt as Grady maneuvered the table beneath her.

"That's going to hurt real bad if you let yourself down on it, Josie," Buck said mildly, pinching Josie'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."

Josie 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, Josie 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 Josie'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!" Josie moaned, her voice cracking with strain. "It's a fun game!"

"Ten minutes, Josie," 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 Josie 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, Josie," he said.

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

"I know," he said. "Let yourself down, Josie. 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 Josie 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. Josie 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. Josie 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!" Josie 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 Josie to see. It read: Property of Buck's Bar.

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

Josie 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 Josie 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. Josie 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." Josie 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."

Josie'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 Josie at once. She stared cumming when the first hand touched her.

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

The End