The bouncer has a private word with her

Before Jessica was even able to formulate a question she heard the restroom's door being opened. Blinded by the glazing of cum on her face she was unable to see, but the heavy footfalls on the tiled floor told her that a big, heavy man had entered. An instinct told her to use her arms to cover up her nakedness, but she knew that was a ridiculous idea. In her current state she was defenseless, anyone coming up to her was able to do to her whatever they wanted. Instead she just sat there on the floor as the brute still had one hand in her hair.

“Fuck's Sake!” the newcomer grunted, his voice deep and coarse, the accent Irish, “You lads really did a number on this one!”

A moment of uncomfortable silence as Jessica felt the new man's eyes take her in from a few meters away.

“She's a hungry one...” the brute answered and she could hear the grin on his face from the sound of his voice and felt her face blush a little under her mask of white goo, shifting uneasily on her knees.

“How many did she have?!” Jessica heard the click of a lighter along with a deep inhalation, realizing the newcomer must have lit a cigarette.

“Not sure,” came the reply, “At least thirty...”

Both men laughed as Jessica bit her lip. It didn't feel like correcting the number to twenty-three would help her situation.

“Took your time with her as well!”The smoker said, “Almost four hours you occupied the bathroom. Concert is fucking over!”

“Never liked rap anyway!” the brute shrugged and Jessica winced as he tugged her hair, “Just here for the bitches...”

“She a dirty one?!” the smoker asked matter-of-factually.

“No, I'm not!” Jessica blurted out defensively, the ridiculousness of that statement given her position immediately becoming clear to her and she bit her lips in shame as the men laughed.

“Likes to be slapped around and choked,” the brute answered, “Likes to be spit on. Loves a finger up the ass!”

Jessica's ears burned. For a second she wanted to get up, but the harsh hand in her hair killed that notion right away

“Just a finger?” The man inquired.

“Yep! Has a nice, wet cunt to make up for it though, so we let her have it...” the brute chuckled.

A moment of silence followed and once again Jessica felt all eyes on her, shifting uneasy on the dirty, grimy floor.

“Alright,” the smoker said finally, “My turn now. Get out of here. I'm not giving you a show!”

For a second Jessica thought the brute might object to being send off, but then he knelt down next to her and she could hear the glee in his voice as he whispered into her ear. “You are in for the ride of a lifetime, little slut!”

The words sent a shiver down Jessica's spine as the brute chuckled. He then straightened and Jessica flinched as she felt another nasty gob of spit splatter right below her right eye before he let go of her hair.

She heard him walk past the smoker. “Have fun, you two!” he said as he opened the heavy door. Then he was gone.

Jessica and the smoker were alone in the restroom. Silence filled the room, making Jessica shift on her knees as she felt his eyes on her. She didn't dare to speak, but his motionlessness unnerved her.

After almost fifteen seconds of unbearable silence she heard the man's footsteps again, though he didn't walk towards her. Instead he circled around her at a slow pace, making Jessica feel even more like she was being expected.

“You're a pretty one!” the man finally said before, almost as an afterthought, he added, “At least you were before you got thrown to the wolves...”

Jessica winced and the man chuckled as he circled around.

“My name's Seamus!” he introduced himself, “I work as a bouncer here. I was the one who kept this little party of yours more or less private...”

Seamus had now fully circled her and once he was right in front of her he briefly paused. Jessica felt like his eyes bore into her. Then he continued to walk around her.

“You know, lass,” he started again and the little hairs on the back of Jessica's neck stood as she sensed a change in the sound of his voice, “I've heard a rumor about tonight's show. You want to hear the rumor?”

He briefly paused as if to allow her to reply, but Jessica didn't make a sound. Something was wrong, really wrong. When she didn't say a word Seamus went on undeterred.

“The rumor was that there was to be a star guest at tonight's show... Tasty little thing. Some actress. I've seen pictures of her. Fattest little cocksucker-lips that you could ever imagine! Anyway, she didn't show and everyone was very disappointed... I guess it was just a rumor. But then again...” he dramatically paused even though it was clear to the petrified Jessica where this was going. “I'm thinking maybe she came after all... Maybe she just got distracted!”

Jessica squeaked when a hand, even rougher than the brute's, grabbed her hair from behind and roughly cocked her head back. “I saw some bikini pics of our little actress. The skank has a tramp-stamp. A little blue bow above her arse-crack. Just like yours.” Jessica whimpered in horror as Seamus' other hand reached around and firmly squeezed her right tit. His voice was right next to her ear as he continued, the smell of the cigarette between his lips filling her nostrils. “I think I have an idea where our guest of honor ended up... Let's find out!”

Jessica let out a cry of fear and pain as Seamus stood and used his grip on her hair to roughly yank her back. She staggered to follow, having to use her hands so she wouldn't fall flat on her face as she was dragged blindly across the dirty floor by her hair.

“STOP! PLEASE! HELP!” she squeaked as she was roughly pulled across the room, but Seamus ignored her please.

He slammed open the door to one of the stalls and hauled the struggling starlet into the small cabin. “Let's get you nice and clean, slut!”

“NOOOO!” Jessica cried, her arms flailing as she was pushed forward into the cabin and felt the cold porcelain of the toilet press against her lower belly and to her horror the strong arm at the back of her head pushed her forward. Her hands scrambled to brace herself and she found a grip on the rim of the toilet, however, Seamus was very strong and despite her **** fight he pushed her face closer to the bowl, inch by inch.

“PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE NO! STOP!” she screamed, her arms shaking with the effort and despite everything she could feel the rough hand **** her face down.

Seamus grinned widely. Even one-handed the strong man easily overpowered the woman, so he had one hand free to take a drag at his cigarette. “Shut up, slut!”

Jessica's arms buckled suddenly, unable to stop the degradation any longer and she suddenly was slammed face-first into the toilet bowl, her face splashing into the disgusting water filling it, spraying it around the small stall. Her **** cry was cut short and turned into a gargling sound, making the Irishman laugh.

“There we go, lass!” he grinned as Jessica's arms and legs thrashed around wildly and uselessly, keeping the beauty's face submerged. After a couple of seconds of simply pushing her under water he used his cigarette-hand to press the flush button, laughing as the water turned into a whirl with the pretty starlet scrambling in panic.

Pushing the button repeatedly he held Jessica under for almost half a minute before letting her up, gasping and spluttering.

“There she is!” he grinned sadistically as he saw the drenched, but washed clean face, held up by her soaked hair as she coughed, “Welcome to Melkweg, Jessica Alba!”

Before Jessica even had the chance to catch her breath her face was again pushed into the bowl and her misery continued. To get one hand free he instead placed his boot-clad right foot on the back of the starlet's head and used it to **** her under water. This way he had one hand free to smoke as he pushed the flush-button again and again.

He also took the opportunity for a closer look at Jessica's butt, watching it bounce to and fro as she fought for air, giving a rather enticing show.

“How are you feeling, Jessica?!” he asked mockingly as he let her up for another short breather.

“B-bastard!” Jessica gasped as soon as her coughing permitted it, causing the Irishman to laugh as he pushed her back down with his foot.

“Oh, we're going to have so much fun,” the bouncer grinned, aware that Jessica couldn't hear him. “Once I am done breaking you in, little filly, they are going to call you Jessica Analba!”

Tossing the cigarette away carelessly he reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out a rock-hard, uncircumcised eight-inch-penis, slowly stroking it as he tortured Jessica.

After another thirty seconds, Jessica's fight had gotten considerably weaker now, he reached down with his right hand and grabbed her hair again, yanking her out of the bowl. Jessica let out a wheezing gasp, her eyes squeezed shut, a few loose strands of hair wetly plastered to her face.

Stepping around her Seamus put down the lid on the toilet and sat down on top, the kneeling actress now on the floor between his legs. Due to her closed eyes, Jessica was unaware of the erect cock inches away from her nose, still focused on catching her breath as Seamus stroked his hard, veined shaft right in front of her.

“Let's put those fat cocksucker-lips to good use, shall we?!” Seamus grinned evilly as he aimed the tip of his cock at Jessica's panting mouth and then simultaneously pulled her down and pushed his dick up.

Jessica gargled helplessly in protest, her eyes clenching as her air was once again cut off and a thick rod of flesh filled her mouth, forcibly pushing it.

“Aaah, that's the stuff!” Seamus groaned as her hot, wet mouth first engulfed his cock, his tip pressing against the little entrance to her throat. Jessica choked hard, her tongue thrashing against the underside of her invader and a line of snot burst from her nose. Her hands automatically pushed against Seamus' hairy inner thighs, but to no avail. Especially weakened she had no chance against the stronger man.

“Well, how much more can we get into that yap...?!” The bouncer's eyes glinted evilly as he lifted his legs and wrapped them around Jessica's head, locking his right foot behind his left knee. Jessica's head was now dwarfed between the man's strong thighs, effectively put in a vice that only waited to pull tight.

“Look me in the eyes, darling!” Seamus said in a mocking tone as he placed his thumbs on Jessica's tightly shut eyelids and slowly **** them open. The actress' beautiful brown eyes were a picture of misery, blood-shot and wet with tears as she was **** to take her first good look at her tormentor, who was just threatening to invade her throat.

He was old, definitely old enough to be her dad, but despite his age she could make out the imposing, muscular frame through the simple black shirt he wore. His face was thin and mean, scattered with a few small scars and his hair was as gray as his eyes, cut into a sharp crew cut with a short beard of the same length. His thin lips curled into a cruel smile and his eyes glimmered with sadistic joy as he mistreated the stunning girl.

“Say 'I'm beautiful', Jessica!” he mocked her, not letting her up, but the look he gave her told her he wanted her to attempt.

Jessica tried to say something, but she immediately gagged. Her stomach revolted, and tears welled from her open eyes.

Seamus laughed.

“Such a dumb whore...” he smirked and tightened the vice.

Jessica gargled in protest, her fingernails digging into the Irishman's thighs, but she was unable to do a thing as her throat was invaded. She gagged and choked, tears running from her eyes as the bulbous head of his cock **** its way into her throat. Seamus laughed as he saw her squint at the cock right in front of her nose, disappearing slowly into her mouth.

Drool ran from the corners of her mouth down her chin as the watched with horror the last few inches of the Irish cock disappear, buried in her throat, stretching it. Her eyes darted back up to Seamus' face with a pleading look, knowing it was useless, but she had to try nonetheless.

“Stick your tongue out!”

She couldn't. Her mouth was stretched open to maximum capacity...

“Stick your tongue out and lick my balls if you want to breathe.

Her face was deep red by now and he knew he was pushing her with the breath-play. Her eyes were getting a bit glassy and the left lid fluttered slightly at the efforts he put her through. Good!

He felt her try to comply, felt her tongue sneak forward along the underside of his cock, slowly. Looking deep into her bloodshot eyes with a smug look Seamus felt the tip of her tongue worm past her lower lip, then felt her lightly and desperately tickle at his hanging nutsack that he had rested against her chin.

“Good!” Seamus commended, satisfied with the display of having Jessica Alba submissively look into his eyes as she deepthroated him while licking his balls. “Now reach back! Spread your ass cheeks!”

He could feel her body tremble with strain, knowing that her brain was running short on oxygen. But she still had enough consciousness left to comply and two trembling hands reached back and pulled her buttocks wide apart. She had abandoned shame, her priority was now to obey, so she presented her asshole without further enticement. He could see the puckered brown ring of her anus in the reflection of the mirror above the sink, displayed for him to see.

“Good bitch!” he nodded. Then he began to fuck her face.

Jessica was unable to think anymore. What had she gotten herself into?! She did not have a choice here, was at the mercy of a sadist who knew who she was! It was a nightmare. As he used her mouth he now and again gave her short moments to get some air, never enough to recover, but enough to keep her conscious. She endured it as best as she could, kneeling, showing off her anus and keeping her mouth open. When her fingers slipped a little on her buttock she received a harsh smack on the top of the head and she hurried to fix her mistake.

“Fucking little gangbang-cumslut!” Seamus hissed as he used Jessica's face like a fleshlight, bouncing the defenseless girl's head in his lap like a basketball. The room was filled with the sloppy sounds of the facial ****, Jessica's occasional gagging and his verbal humiliation. “You love this, don't you?!”

Yanking his cock from her gasping mouth he roughly plunged his ballsack inside the warm cavity, forcing her into his crotch, squashing Jessica's dainty nose against his cock int the process.

“Lick 'em, you dumb cunt!” he bellowed, smacking the back of her head several times until he felt the tongue twirl around his fleshy testicles, making him grunt with pleasure, “Oh, you dirty bitch!”

He then let go of Jessica's hair and instead grabbed a hold of both of her ears, using them as handles to pull her mouth back deep onto his cock, continuing the vicious facefuck.

Soon he felt the cum begin to rise in his balls, getting closer to release. Jessica's eyes had rolled into the back of her head by now, only the whites visible as she was loosing her fight for consciousness. Her hands had dropped from her butt and her arms now hung beside her as she did nothing else but take it.

Gritting his teeth Seamus increased the **** of his last couple of thrusts, each time going to full depth, slamming Jessica's nose against his groin before he ultimately pulled her close, burying himself balls deep as his body tensed.

“There you go, you fucking cum-guzzler!” he hissed as his cum exploded and hot, creamy spunk erupted straight down Jessica's throat. The actress gave a barely conscious mumble as she felt the seed fill her belly, but was unable to give any more acknowledgment as she was held by her ears and ****-fed a big load of cum.

Seamus bucked upwards off the toilet with his orgasm, his growl turning into a roar as he pumped out his cum, having the time of his life.

Finally his climax subsided and the Irish bouncer slumped back onto the lid, his slightly pulsing cock still buried to the hilt inside the half-conscious beauty's mouth.

“God, you're a filthy slut!” he chuckled as he pulled her up by her ears. Her eyes were half-lidded, though only the blood-shot whites were visible and her mouth hung open as his thick cock slipped out. She coughed weakly, a small strand of bubbly cum-and-saliva-mix drooling out onto the tiled floor.

After taking a moment to catch his breath Seamus pushed Jessica back onto the floor where she landed on her back with a thud. Her beautiful breath heaved as she lay there, sprawled out.

“I'll be back in a minute!” he said after another couple of deep breaths, wiping the sweat off his brow, “I want you to stay here!”

He stood. Jessica moaned slightly getting back her consciousness, but not quite there yet. Using the tip of his foot, Seamus flipped the drowsy girl over, then navigated her into a face-down-ass-up-position.

“Just making sure...” he whispered, almost gently kissing the girl's butt as he pulled her arms back through her legs, aligning her wrists with her ankles. He then pulled off his thick leather belt and wrapped it around the girl's limps, using it to hog-tie the Hollywood-starlet in this most compromising position.

He pulled tight, making sure that she couldn't free herself. He collected her shirt and jeans in case she did anyway, her bra and panties were no where to be found and he doubted she would run out naked.

Before he left the bouncer quickly navigated her into position right in front of the door, but facing away from it, so that anybody coming in would be treated to a view of Jessica's upraised ass, both cunt and asshole on full display.

“Disgusting whore!” he smirked, loud enough for her to hear before he opened the door and left her.