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.