Barmaid in Bondage
Copyright© 2025 by Blake Garfield
Chapter 8
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8 - There wasn't a man in town who didn't know about Lynda, who didn't hate her for her superior attitude and easy life, who didn't lust for her because of her sexy body and beautiful face. Lynda was about to be taught a lesson in life.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult NonConsensual Rape Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Anal Sex Double Penetration Oral Sex Caution
“Do ... do I have to?” Lynda asked in a small, tired voice. She stared down at the toilet bowl with disdain. “I cleaned the urinals well, didn’t I? Can’t I please not do this? Please!”
“What a silly question,” Buck said, grinding his ass down on Lynda’s back, pulling on the rope until it cut into her mouth and kept her from saying another word. “What a silly bitch. Lick the toilet clean for me, Lynda. It’s your job.”
The urinals had been bad. They had tasted of piss and antiseptic. There had been ashes and curly crotch hairs on the edges of the bowls. The toilet stool was a hundred times worse. It was crusted with dark brown and yellow stains. The water was a muddy swirl. Just the smell made Lynda gag uncontrollably.
But she didn’t have any choice. Just pleading with Buck had taken every ounce of her courage. She didn’t dream of defying him. After all, he owned her.
She lowered her head to the filthy bowl.
“Shit!” a man shouted, jerking on his bone-hard cock. “The slut will do anything! This is too fucking much!”
“Lick it out, Miss Cartier,” Grady said. “Just like a good landlady.”
All the men were hooting and laughing. They called Lynda the most filthy names possible. Spit splattered against her face and back. Buck pulled the rope from her mouth and stood up off her beaten body.
Lynda breathed a sigh of relief as his weight came up off her beaten body, but the stench of the toilet turned the sigh into a series of dry heaves. There was nothing left in Lynda to come up, but her stomach rolled with disgust at what she was about to do.
She touched her tongue to the crusted rim of the toilet. The taste was so foul that Lynda almost swooned. Buck almed his cock at her face and started pissing.
Lynda gagged as she licked filth off the toilet. Her pretty pink tongue slithered over the crusted porcelain, wiping up clots of brown, sponging away dry yellow stains. Lynda went a little more insane with every taste of fifth. Buck’s piss splashed over her face and shoulders, a stinking spray that made Lynda feel like a toilet herself.
Grady grabbed the bathroom plunger off the floor and stabbed it up into Lynda’s cunt. The shattered beauty screamed in pain as the big man pierced her pussy with the rough wooden probe. He stuffed a foot of the plunger into her pussy with his first thrust. When he jerked it out, Lynda screamed again, as splinters bit into her sensitive pussy-flesh. The second time he forced it inside her, he fed her a foot and a half.
Lynda plied her tongue over the dirty toilet. Sometimes she had to fasten her lips around a clot of filth, soaking it with her spit and then prying it loose with her mouth. Buck’s piss helped by soaking the toilet. Lynda sucked up his piss obediently. Her disgust at licking the shitty, pissy toilet was as bad as the tearing agony Grady was causing her with the plunger. Together, they completed the wrecking of her mind and the demolishing of her body.
“Get down into it,” Buck said as Lynda licked away the last of the filth from the toilet’s rim. “Lick the bowl out with your slutty tongue.”
Lynda plunged her face into the toilet as Buck shook the last drops of his piss off onto her shoulders. When her face was plunged deep into the bowl, he grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pushed her face underwater. Lynda gurgled filthy toilet water, too tired to struggle even though she was drowning. And then Buck flushed the toilet.
When Buck pulled Lynda’s soaked head out of the toilet, the vacant beauty was barely conscious. She let Buck position her as he wanted as he flipped her onto her ass in front of the toilet, then dragged her slender arms through the center of the ring and tied them. Pete pulled her legs wide apart, tying one ankle to a pipe and the other to the edge of the stall.
Grady never stopped driving the plunger 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?” Lynda stared at Buck, her wide blue eyes vacant, her beautiful face set in lines of anguish and despair. The men got in a line to use her.
“Keep your mouth open,” Buck said as the first man stepped into the toilet stall and aimed his cock at her face.
A stream of piss splashed into Lynda’s mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but the man was pissing too much, too fast for Lynda to swallow it all. Piss fountained back out over her lips, spilled down her chin and soaked her long, sinuous body. Lynda’s stomach gurlged as the man’s piss filled it. When he stepped away, another man took his place. This man pissed all over Lynda’s creamy tits before aiming his stream between her moist, parted lips.
Grady leaned his weight on the plunger, stretching Lynda’s battered cunt until it could stretch no more. Two feet of the wooden shaft forced its way into her tearing pussy. But Grady still wasn’t satisfied. He yanked it back out of her cunt and then drove it in like a spear. Lynda went into spasms of agony as the plunger fucked her more deeply than she had ever been fucked before.
Lynda passed out for a moment as the tip of the plunger forced its way through the tight ring of her cervix. The firehose stream of the next
man’s piss brought her back to awareness. She didn’t have enough strength to scream, but she convulsed on the floor like a dying woman as the plunger stabbed deep into her stomach. Grady leaned on the plunger until it was stuffed completely inside Lynda’s cunt. The fat rubber suction cup pressed against her swollen pussy-lips before he stopped pushing. Then he stepped away, leaving the plunger thrust completely in-side her body.
“No-nahhh!” Lynda moaned incoherently. Her creamy skin glistened with a clammy sweat. She trembled and thrashed, bucking her hips high off the bathroom floor. “You’re-you’re not going to do this-you’re not going to do this to me! Please!”
“We already did,” Grady said with a laugh, then stepped back in to turn the suction cup in circles, making the plunger rotate inside her.
Lynda screamed in agony as the rough wood ground in circles inside her. It took her almost a minute to realize that she was climaxing.
The orgasm was like no climax she had ever experienced. It burned her like fire, making every muscle in her long, lithe body tense until they trembled and pulled. She went rigid as a board. Her cunt clutched the shaft of the plunger like a powerful hand, and Lynda wasn’t sure whether it was trying to force it out or pull it even deeper inside. Her orgasm went on and on, wrecking her luscious body, reducing her to a sexy mass of quivering jelly.
“Where the hell is all that wood going?” a man asked in wonder. “Her body isn’t big enough to take it all.”
“The slut’s on fire,” another man said. “Look at that sweat. Look at the way she’s fucking moving. The big-assed whore’s burning up!”
“I’ll cool her off,” Pete said, and stepped up to her. He straddled Lynda’s face and pointed his cock right down at her. “Have some piss, you high-class twat!”
Pete pissed right down onto Lynda’s face. The explosion of piss into her mouth almost drowned her. Piss poured down her aristocratic features. Then Pete bowed his legs and started grunting. A wet, smelly fart exploded in Lynda’s face. Dazed as she was, she knew what was coming next.
A huge turd pushed out of Pete’s asshole. It looked like a fat brown worm burrowing its way out of a hole. It curled into a comma as it slipped from his shitter. Then it slapped down on Lynda’s face, right across the bridge of her nose. It felt like a huge lump of mud, but it smelled like the bottom of a sewer. Lynda moaned like a lost soul. Tied as tightly as she was over the stool, she couldn’t even knock the shit away.
Pete grunted and dropped another turd on Lynda’s helplessly waiting face. It landed on her forehead, curling down to cover her right eye. He squeezed out another, and it slapped down at an angle over the first one, resting on Lynda’s left cheek. He grabbed a handful of her silky black hair and wiped his ass with it. The crowd of men howled with enjoyment. Lynda shuddered in disgust and shame.
“Shitty bitch,” Pete muttered, swinging off her face. “Shit-eating cow.”
Men stepped up on either side of her face and started pissing.
Their streams of piss melted the fat turds that Pete had dropped on her face. The shit ran down her beautiful face like chocolate milk. The men laughed and aimed their streams of piss so that they could dissolve all three of the turds Pete had deposited on top of her.