Getting defiled and degraded in the men's toilets

It's no use, you can't find Lorelei anywhere, although the tracking app says you're in the right place. You don't know what to do next, but Julia suggests asking one of the bar staff; they ought to remember a big-boobed naked redhead passing through, which indeed they do. You're slightly embarrassed that you've wasted so much time wandering around when the solution was near at hand, inadvertently reinforcing the stereotype that men tend not to ask for directions, but the barman is able to inform you that some men took her into the Gents a little while ago and she hasn't come out yet. Julia can't really accompany you in there, so she waits near the games area while you check out the situation.

The facilities are pretty well maintained for a city pub, with the wash basins and hand dryers on the wall containing the door and a row of individual cubicles opposite. To the left is another door into a separate room with urinals and further washing apparatus and it's here that you find your young student.

She is bent at the waist with her arms behind, wrists hanging from a hook on the ceiling in comfortable fabric cuffs. These are the only comfortable thing about her situation, as a strap around her upper arms cinches her elbows together until they touch and if her shoulders were twisted any more forcefully behind her back, they would surely end up dislocated. The toes of her ballet boots barely touch the floor and she's struggling for balance as the flabby old man behind her pounds his cock into her ferociously, perspiration dripping off his forehead with the exertion. The man in front of her is much more relaxed, almost bored by the situation, his prick resting motionless in her mouth, whilst the third, somewhat younger man (fit, blond, maybe thirty years old) stands to the side, relentlessly spanking the helpless teenager's bosom, abdomen and thighs with both sides of her implement, a heavy, stiff-bristled exfoliation brush.

These areas look mottled black and maroon from sustained paddling, round breasts hanging down to make a prefect target and belly distended as if after a very heavy meal. Your first thought is that surely she can't have swallowed enough spunk to make her tummy swell like that, but then you realize the man in her mouth isn't throat fucking her, he's using her as a human urinal. When he pulls out, bladder drained, you see Lorelei's face for a moment, eyes slightly glazed, cheeks sodden with tears, before her head drops and her pee-soaked tresses fall forward to conceal her features. The pisser fastens his fly and, not bothering to wash his hands, walks towards the exit.

"What's going on?" you ask as he draws level with you.

"Little strumpet was flaunting herself in the bar, shoving her tits out like she was proud of getting a nudity punishment, so we're teaching her a lesson she won't forget." The fellow doesn't hang around to chat, leaving with alacrity.

Considering the vista before you dispassionately, two things strike you. Firstly, the hook on the ceiling indicates that this sort of treatment is far from unique for the female customers of the pub and as far as you can tell from this distance, it doesn't appear to be a new addition, so it was probably in use before the nudity punishments and tipping rules came into effect. Secondly, although urine isn't exactly poisonous, you're sure swallowing too much must be bad for a girl's health.

You walk up to the strange trio and address the younger man administering the blistering: "Do you happen to know how much she's drunk?"

He barely looks up before replying. "Don't worry, she's got plenty of room. We empty her out regularly." He gestures to the urinals on the wall and the drain in the corner of the room. Lorelei doesn't react to the exchange, perhaps not even recognizing you in this unusual situation. You could actually use the toilet right now, but it doesn't feel right, so you thank the chap for the information and return to tell Julia what you've seen. Her response isn't what you expect.

"Oh, excellent! That sounds like a salutary message and exactly what she needs. I imagine she'll be going straight home after the pub closes, too, so she'll be able to get plenty of rest before lectures tomorrow; I don't suppose anyone will want to take her home tonight in the state she's in. Thank-you for setting my mind at rest, Jack. I was a bit worried about how the nudity punishments would turn out, but they seem to be working marvellously."

"Would you like to stay a bit longer, maybe see Lorelei when she comes out?"