"Shitty bitch," Pete muttered, swinging off her face. "Shit-eating cow."
Men stepped up on either side of her face and started pissing.
Their streams of piss melted the fat turds that Pete had dropped on her face. The shit ran down her beautiful face like chocolate milk. The men laughed and aimed their streams of piss so that they could dissolve all three of the turds Pete had deposited on top of her.
Sludgy rivers of shit ran into Lynda's eyes, streamed down her cheeks. Shit dripped down the sides of her nose and over her tightly clenched lips. The stench was so awful that the men held their noses. A man squatted over Lynda's creamy flat stomach and spread his asscheeks wide. He dropped four hot, steaming turds into the quivering hollow of Lynda's belly, then pissed straight down on the mountain of gloppy brown. Shit ran like syrup over Lynda's silky flanks and down onto her swollen, plunger-stuffed pussy.
A man straddled her throat and shit on the huge, rounded pillows of Lynda's tits. One long, skinny turd laid right down the center of her creamy cleavage. Men were crowding around to piss before the man even finished, and as soon as he swung off of her, five hard yellow streams were turning the mound of crap into so much sticky fudge.
Lynda climaxed again when the next man shit on her face. He dumped five of the huge turds on her face, completely submerging her lovely features under a stinking pile of shit. Lynda couldn't even breathe through the mountain of shit. It covered her lips and nose, and the biggest turd of all blanketed her eyes like a blindfold.
A moment later, as a half dozen streams of piss beat the shit into slimy black quicksand, it began to seem like an honor that the men would shit on a whore as lowly and worthless as she.
Lynda cimaxed explosively, grinding her savaged cunt on the plunger that pierced her long, sultry body. She bucked her fuli ass up off the floor. Pussy-cream ran down her cunt-lips and splattered on the bathroom tile. She opened her mouth to moan in pleasure and a river of piss soaked shit flowed down her throat.
After that Lynda writhed with pleasure at everything the men did to her. They beat off in her face and she lashed her tongue out over her lips to gather every drop of jism she could reach. Half the men in the bar shit on her. Every man pissed on her at least once. But Lynda loved it all.
They untied her hands and made her rub their shit all over her tall, sultry body. They made her eat a turd like a candy bar, and lick another like an ice-cream cone.
"Time for a new game," Buck said at last, sneering at the shit-plastered, piss-soaked beauty. "You're enthusiastic, Lynda. Now let's see how much stamina you've got."
They tied the rope around her wrists this time, and hauled her into the air. Lynda squirmed in pain as the rope cut into her wrists and the weight of her body pulled on her slender arms. And then Grady wheeled a table into the room, and Lynda whimpered with despair and excitement.
There were needle-sharp ice picks sticking up out of it. There were candles fitting into holes that had been drilled on the table's top. Grady lit the candles as he pushed it forward. Pete pulled the plunger out of Lynda's cunt as Grady maneuvered the table beneath her.
"That's going to hurt real bad if you let yourself down on it, Lynda," Buck said mildly, pinching Lynda's stiff, shit-caked nipples until she whined in pain. "We're going to lower you a little bit. But if you're strong enough you'll be able to hold yourself off it. Lets try ten minutes. If you can do a ten-minute chin up I guess you've got it fucking made."
Lynda clutched at the rope as the men lowered her toward the table. She raised up her legs, sticking them straight out in front of her. When she felt the heat of the candles and the prick of the ice picks on her creamy asscheeks, Lynda tried to pull herself up.
She thought the effort was going to kill her. The effort of pulling herself up off the icepicks and candles sent pain flashing through every inch of her lean, lithe body.
The muscles in Lynda's slender arms jumped and flexed as she chinned herself up on the rope. Sweat poured down her beautiful face as she pulled herself painfully up.
Finally her face was level with her hands and her big, perfect ass hung just out of reach of the candles and icepicks. Her lush body shivered with agony.
"This is a fun game, isn't it?" Buck asked the broken beauty, pinching her nipples again, then twisting her full, fleshy tits until they looked like twin corkscrews. "Say thank you for letting you play."
"Thank you for letting me play!" Lynda moaned, her voice cracking with strain. "It's a fun game!"
"Ten minutes, Lynda," Buck said. "Think about how much fun it'll be in mine."
The men tried to make her fall. They picked wads of shit off the floor and threw them at her. Grady collected some darts from the other room and they threw those at her too, piercing her ass, tits and stomach. They beat her with belts and pulled her hair.
It was Buck himself who finally broke her. He walked up to her with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a dozen needles in his hand. One by one he poked the needles into her slender, straining arms. Then he dragged the lit end of his cigarette over her arms, into the sensitive hollows inside her elbows and under her shoulders.
"Stick out your tongue," Buck said, and Lynda did as he asked.
He ground out the cigarette on her tongue. Her exquisite body writhed and twisted in agony. Her beautiful face was a mask of pain. She stared at Buck, knowing that he would show her no mercy. She almost let herself fall from shock when he leaned close to her and kissed her.
"Tell me you love me, Lynda," he said.
"I love you, Buck," she whispered. "I don't think I could live without you."
"I know," he said. "Let yourself down, Lynda. Nice and slow. For me. You've only got a minute left."
"Yes, Buck!"
She lowered herself toward the table.
The candle flames licked her creamy lush ass. They hurt her terribly, but then her rounded asscheeks were pressed against them, putting them out one after another. Then the ice picks were pressing into her tender, silky skin. One after another they pierced her flesh, and Lynda sank down on them, crying out in agony. Buck let her sit on them for the full final minute before he ordered her to pull herself back up.
They cut her down and dropped her to the bathroom floor. Lynda stared up at them blankly, her long, lean body squirming in agony and lust on the cool tile. Grady wheeled a cart in the room. Lynda smelled smoke, and then she saw the long metal pokers.
"Oh, Buck," she whispered. "Oh, please, Buck!"
They were brands. Buck was going to brand her, mark her as his forever by marring her pristine beauty with his personal epitaph.
"Sit up," Buck said, pulling one of the brands off the grill. "Stick your big tits way out for me."
"I love you, Buck!" Lynda sobbed, pushing herself off the floor. She arched her back, pushing her huge, creamy, perfectly rounded tits high into the air. "I belong to you, Buck! Do whatever you want to me!"
"I will," Buck said, and held up the sizzling hot brand for Lynda to see. It read: Property of Buck's Bar.
He pressed it into the full, thrusting mound of Lynda's left tit.
Lynda shrieked as her skin burned. She could her the sizzle, smell her flesh burn. She passed out, knowing that when she woke up she would be starting a whole new life.
Buck smeared cold cream over the brand to make sure it set, then woke Lynda up by dunking her head in the toilet. When she came awake, she saw the brand on her big, beautiful tit and almost passed out again.