As you enter the men's restroom...

[gagged_Louise]

(((OOC: This is the corrected verison of #10, my latest post. The cleaning up of the girl's face got too thorough. Urinals aren't very common where I live, we use other kinds - I know the model but in writing that post I blew the fact that they don't have an ordinary water tap that allows for a steady and powerful, adjustable stream of water, the kind you need to properly wash your hands, wash your hair etc. Aurelie pointed it out, but aiming to put in this edited version I ran into the edit time limit, so the following will just replace the above)))

Having no intention to let you go I can still see that your face has become botched, soiled down by drool, sperm and vomit, even drops of blood around the nose..Something needs to be done here, and I undo a few of the stretched out strands of hair tied off behind your head so that it may move a little more freely. I turn the tap on the sink a few steps away and grab a piece of soap and some paper. A steady stream of water gushes into the sink, cold at first. I tilt your face a bit, cup my hands with water and soapy froth, rubbing clumsily over your cheeks, your nose, your mouth and hair. In between I dab with paper. Some of the dirt and spunk are washed out, some of your make-up goes too, much of it has been ruined anyway, making you look like a weakened, drunk tart. I set the water to a bit hotter and rub more into your face, then rubbing my soaped-up hand hard across your chin, breasts and cleavage. Your blouse I don't care about, not at all. Your moans and growls at this harsh handling of you merge with the sound of the streaming water. Still, you smell and look sort of filthy. I shove the stinking papers down a toliet to the side and flush them down; luckily it 's a powerful one and doesn't get stuck. After washing my hands, I retie the strands of hair, pinning your head once more.

"I like your strong pretty titties, girl" I say and slap your rubbed, raw left breast hard with my hand. Your painful grunt elicits a smile from me in return. "Who put you in here, so conveniently?"

There's no reply. Your look is cold and remote.

"I said *who* knew you needed to be chained, here, slut?" I say in a measured tone and pull at the hair on your forehead, arching your head further backwards, and scratch your right breast with my nails..

"UUNNNGHHHH!!" You shake your head, still refusing to tell.

"Okay, so you want more fun?" I toss off at you.