Inoticed there was plenty of toilet paper and it actual smelled verynice inside. I stood in front of the urinal. I lifted up my sweatsoaked t-shirt an... pulled down my black lyrca running shorts andfreed my half erect cock. I reached down and played with my hairlessballs and pointed my cock into the urinal. I looked down and a warmjet of liquid was coming out.I had my back to the door and was still peeing when I heard the doorspring open quickly and slammed behind me. I turned just in time tosee. As the last couple of men were waiting to use my ass for their pleasure, I felt a tug around my legs. My left foot lifted up and then so did my right. I didn't care what was happening, but as the guy who was fucking me came, I looked down to see my pants, boxers, and shoes had been stolen. It didn't bother me, I was in heaven! Plus I still had my shirt to keep me warm. The last guy to fuck me wanted it rough. He told me to lay on the ground and arch my back so my ass was inviting him to fuck. Ever!" She spanked him with her hand,once. "Are we clear?" Yes, Your Highness," he said."Good boy." She hugged him closely. "Now hold still. I've decided youshould have a different hairstyle." She picked up the hairbrush again,but this time she used it for its intended purpose, softly brushing hishair out. Then, she did the right side of his hair up in a standardFrench braid, then the left side as well, giving him little girlishpigtails that she tied off with pink hairbands. They were snug, but. The boss called in Heinrich and 'suggested' that he should get it sorted and in way that would mean that no piece of whore cunt would ever contemplate being so uppity ever again. So far as Heinrich was concerned Ilsa was only a piece of stock and had no personal rights. He assured the boss that he had something special in mind for Ilsa that neither she nor the rest of the cunts would forget it in a hurry and that he planned to deal with it that very night. He would have no truck with a system.