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For a good time call Lilly

... piss on her body. She deserved this, she was nothing but a living receptacle for cocks and all that came out of them. She opened her mouth inviting them to piss in it. They did. It was hot and salty and disgusting, but for some reason it made her feel better. She felt for the first time in her life that she knew what she was. She had a place in the world. In between gulps she murmured, “Yes piss on me. I’m a worthless hole.” The bikers eventually finished up and zipped up. “It’s been a pleasure, bitch. But it looks like we need to be hitting the road.” the three of them walked out the door. Lillian regained her strength, got up and went after them. She followed them out the door with her hand lodged in her cunt and completely naked except for a narrow strip of cloth from her tattered top that had stuck to her shoulder while she had been wallowing in her own filth. She didn’t even notice that her car was gone. “Please,” she said. “Take me with you.” The bikers all turned and looked at her. “Please make me your whore. I want to be your filthy fuck hole slave. Treat me like shit. I don’t care. Just use me. Use me!” They looked at each other. “Does anyone want this hole on the back of their ride?” Molotov said. They shrugged. “Fuck no,” said Rasp. “I don’t want this cunt’s filthy tits messing up my jacket.” The others seemed to agree. “No please, I want to suck your cocks and feel your cum on my face. I’ll lick your ...

... assholes. I’ll let you pee on me.” Her hips spasmed. “Oh god, please piss on me. I want to be your urinal.” She started rubbing herself again. “I’ll take her,” said Gulag. He went to the dumpster next to the gas station and pulled out garbage bag and spilled the contents out on the ground the he tore a hole in the bottom. “Get over here, bitch.” Lillian obediently crawled over to Gulag and knelt at his feet. He put the trash bag over her head and pulled it down until her head popped through the hole he’d made. It smelled like rancid beer and spoiled chicken wings baked in the hot sun all day. It made her want to gag, but deep down she knew it was right. She was nothing but garbage so she belonged in a garbage bag. She resumed fingering herself until Gulag picked her up. He lifted the bag up and pulled her arms around back, binding them with a zip tie. She struggled a little, but her wrists were bound tight. He then wound a nylon rope around her from shoulder to ankle. Finally he picked her up and strapped her to the back of his chopper. Her only complained would have been that she couldn’t reach her cunt. Old Abe was very cross indeed. Thanks to that stupid girl, he’d have to get the door fixed and the bathroom was left in a horrendous condition. He’d actually have to mop for the first time in he couldn’t remember how long. “Well,” he said to himself, “at least the walls are still as pristine as they were when I built the place.”