There were twelve of them. All friends and out for a night of drinking and clubbing. They had gone out that Saturday afternoon and by the time they arrived at Floozies Bar at eleven thirty they were all pretty drunk. Floozies was not a classy establishment, not even close. It was a rough pub ,in a rough area and the people in the bar were that bit older than these twelve rowdy ,twenty something’s. The reason the friends had gone there was simple : it was on the way to the club they intended to spend the rest of the night in and it had a karaoke going on ( which the girls wanted to use ).

So they drank a few more shots, sang a couple of songs and then made to leave. Unfortunately, due to a combination of the drink drunk and the number in the group and the fact she was not in a couple in the group, Lisa was at the toilet when the rest left. They didn’t miss her immediately and were in the club before they missed her, they assumed she was somewhere in the crowded club with others from the group and left it at that.

Lisa stared in the cracked, stained mirror at her reflection and groaned. She had just been sick in one of the disgusting cubicles and was attempting to properly clean her face before heading back to the group. God, she hoped they hadn’t left, who’d want to be here alone! What a shithole this dump was, no seats on the toilets, the floor a mess, the bins overflowing and the stink, god ! Why did they ever come here? And the locals weren’t much better, like an urban version of Deliverance.

She applied a final touch of lipstick and appraised herself in the mirror. Not bad at all she thought as she pulled in her stomach and stuck out her breasts. What she saw was an attractive, 25 year old with shoulder length, light blonde hair. She was petite at 5’4”, a trim figure with a nice shapely ass and ( her best features ) a great big pair of natural breasts. Lisa was proud of her figure and would always wear outfits that showed it off . On this night she had a tight , silver miniskirt and a silver tie back top that hung from her neck on two thin straps to the material that barely covered her nipples and showed a canyon of cleavage before tapering down to her pierced belly button. A perfect outfit for going clubbing, picking up a guy, then getting a good hard fucking. That was how Lisa spent most Saturday nights. She was a slut and loved it. As she put the lippy back in her small handbag the door to the toilets banged open and in walked Eileen. She carried a glass of beer , walked up to the mirrors , stood behind Lisa and poured it all over Lisa’s hair and face.

Eileen was a regular at Flooxies, her and her friends spent Saturdays there getting drunk and hanging out. She was a scary woman. Six feet tall , dark haired with a hard , unforgiving face. She was in her early forties and not particularly good looking. She was from that area of town and hated it when people ‘slummed it’ there.

So that night after a bit more than usual to drink she had sat getting increasingly annoyed at the group of attractive youngsters laughing and having a wild time in the corner. Every time they laughed she felt they were laughing at her and her friends. So when she saw the rest of the group leave the bar with their friend still down the stairs at the toilet she said to her friends that she had a great idea. Her friends were equally up for it and the four women descended the stairs and as Eileen entered the restroom, her three mates stood guard outside to prevent anyone else entering.

Lisa shrieked as the cold beer hit her, she jumped back and looked around to see what had happened. What she saw was a grinning Eileen, standing behind her with an empty glass held over Lisa’s head.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing ??!”, Lisa screamed at her larger assailant as the beer ran down her hair, face and shoulders to lower areas.

Eileen had drunk quite a bit herself that night and shouted back “ You kids think you’re the fucking bomb don’t you? You come in here dressed like fucking tarts, acting like fucking tarts, sitting in the corner in your mini-skirts with your tits stuck out laughing at the rest of us. Well fuck you slut, you’re nothing but a stupid bimbo . I’ll fucking show you”. With that Eileen lurched forward in an intimidating fashion.

Lisa cowered back , realising through the fog of drink that she was up against a very big, very ugly and very aggressive woman and that her best bet was to get away as quickly as possible. Picking up her small hand bag she made to squeeze past Eileen and to the door. As she walked past Eileen grabbed a hold of Lisa’s soaked hair and pulled her back.

“Where the fuck are you going?”, demanded Eileen. As Lisa was pulled back her shoes hit the wet floor where the beer had been spilled and she slipped, smacking back first onto the hard, tiled floor of the bathroom. Lisa scrambled on the slippery floor, trying desperately to get to her feet her skirt riding up until her skimpy white G-string peered out and further enraged Eileen. Eileen reached down and once again griped Lisa’s hair, this time pulling her quickly to her feet by it. Lisa squealed and thrust her arm out at her attacker, causing her to break her hold. Eileen reached out again immediately to re-establish her hold , missed Lisa’s hair and hooked her flimsy top. It had no chance and within seconds the tiny straps keeping it on had snapped and it came away in Eileen’s hand and Lisa stood topless before her.
The effect of Lisa’s ample charms being exposed was like a red rag to a bull for Eileen. Maddened , she reached out and fastened her fingers onto both of Lisa’s big boobs. Lisa was stunned and could not react immediately as Eileen simultaneously nipped her fingers together , pulled her clutched hands towards her and twisted clockwise. Sharp pain from this attack shot through Lisa’s body and she squealed and felt herself sobering up real quickly.

Eventually Lisa got herself together enough to react and kicked out furiously with her shoes, catching Eileen a good, solid blow on her right shin. This did the trick as Eileen, howled and immediately let go her grip on Lisa’s boobs and bent to hold her injured leg.

Lisa could have followed up with a blow there and then but she just wanted to get away and had no thought of fighting this much larger woman. So she grabbed her top from the floor and bolted for the door. She had the handle within reach when she felt a hand hook itself into her skirt and pull back. Lisa hung onto the door handle and to her horror she felt the skirt slip down her legs as Eileen pulled her back and she anchored herself on the door handle. As the skirt came away , she was suddenly free but she hesitated as to whether it would be better to try to retrieve her skirt before exiting into the crowded bar. That hesitation was fatal as Eileen picked up the empty beer glass and hurled it at Lisa, just missing her head as it smashed into the door , sending glass everywhere. In shock Lisa stepped back from the door where Eileen took a brutal grip on her hair and hurled her across the floor , where she slammed into a cubicle door and collapsed to her knees inside.

Lisa knelt there for a second reeling from the unprovoked assault, she struggled to take in the situation and how she came to be where she was. Which was naked except for a tiny, white G-string, on her knees, in a stinking toilet cubicle, in a vile bathroom, in a hellhole of a bar in a rough area of town. With a psychotic madwoman attacking her. The next attack was not long in coming as Eileen kicked Lisa hard on her exposed backside , causing her to lurch forward and smack her face off the , fortunately down, toilet lid.

Eileen was livid now and she towered over Lisa in the claustrophobic cubicle, reached down , grabbed a hold of Lisa’s hair again and proceeded to use it to smack her pretty face into the plastic lid repeatedly , while cursing “I’ll fucking show you bitch ! Kick me in the leg would you !”.

Eileen bent down and took a tight grasp of Lisa’s G-string in either hand and hauled upwards with all her might , giving Lisa a painful wedgie that dug into her private regions. Eileen was like a pit bull and refused to let go , pulling harder and harder until the flimsy fabric could take no more and it snapped and Lisa crashed to the floor on her knees again. This time when she looked up she had tears in her eyes. Why was this happening to her ?

She had little opportunity to feel sorry for herself though as Eileen leaned down and lifted up the lid of the toilet. It was not the most pleasant sight or smell that Lisa had seen in her life. It had obviously been well used that evening , but not so well flushed. She was nauseated and began to gag at the stench. She had no chance for further thought before Eileen grabbed her head and forced it down and into the bowl, she had quite a small head so within seconds she found her face being enveloped by the water.

Eileen held her there , forcing the smaller woman’s face under the water as her legs and arms swung desperately and taunted her “ Not so fucking sexy now are you ? “. She delivered a hard spank to Lisa’s exposed backside , causing her to open her mouth and take in a mouthful of the foul water. Eileen hauled Lisa’s head out of the bowl , laughed at the pathetic image this pretty , young slut now presented and threw her over the bathroom floor again.

Lisa’s mind was a mess , she was reeling from this unprovoked attack and didn’t know where it would end, but from somewhere she recognised that she had landed next to her handbag. Her handbag ! Suddenly an idea flashed into her head and as Eileen towered over her , Lisa scrambled her hand into her bag searching for….Eileen reached down and took a grab of Lisa’s left tit and started to pull her up by it when Lisa pulled the canister from the handbag, brought it up and sprayed it into her attacker’s face. It was an attack spray her parents had given her last Christmas and she sprayed for all she was worth , covering the now shrieking Eileen.

As soon as the liquid hit her face Eileen had released her grip on Lisa and instinctively put her hands to her face in a protective fashion. But she was too late and temporarily she found herself blinded , unable to see and with a searing pain in her face. She pawed ineffectively at the liquid as Lisa kept the spray flowing at her face and backed away until she crouched in the corner, hands over her face.

Lisa stood before her and had to force herself to take her finger off the spray plunger. She was in a mixture of shock and fear but quickly that was overtaken by anger as a red mist descended over her at what this mad, violent old woman had done to her. She slipped her patent leather shoes back on her feet and , still completely nude , began to kick her cowering assailant. The kicks were uncoordinated , one in Eileen’s leg ,the next in her arm , the next to her head. But they came again and again and very soon, Eileen was shouting from the pain from the kicks rather than the pain of her face.

Lisa wasn’t a violent person, normally she was fun loving and easy going but now there was no controlling her. She lashed out continually with her feet as Eileen tried in vain to protect herself. Taking her lead from Eileen , Lisa wrenched a hold of Eileen’s short , dark hair and pulled the larger woman across the slippery, tiled floor. Lisa then positioned Eileen’s head by one of the cubicle doors and slammed it shut on her , sending Eileen crashing to the floor. Lisa stamped down viciously on Eileen outstretched hand , then took up the trash can and bashed it on Eileen repeatedly as loads of rubbish fell out over her.

Lisa then pulled her foe to her feet and battered her forehead off the condom machine on the wall five times until , with glassy eyes Eileen slumped to the floor defeated.

Lisa pulled her skirt back on and somehow managed to fix her torn top back on and stepping over the unconscious body of Eileen pushed open the toilet door to leave this nightmare behind.

Almost as soon as the door had closed behind her someone lunged at Lisa from her right, in the fleeting second she had Lisa registered a woman, shorter but much wider than Eileen come barrelling towards her.

This was Fiona, Eileen’s younger sister who along with their two pals ,Tracey and Sandra ,had agreed to stand guard outside the toilets while Eileen sorted out the preening slut. They would stop anyone else from entering as they listened to the curses, bangs, bumps and squeals from inside. Fiona had gaped when she saw Lisa walk out and knowing her sister must be down she hurled herself at the little blonde.

They collided and smashed into a heavy fire exit door which they opened with the force of the collision. They crashed into a dark, deserted cobbled alleyway. Fiona landed with her full weight on Lisa , knocking all the wind from her. Fiona got to her knees and ordered the other two to “ hold her , don’t let her escape “ and whirled around to check on her sister.

Lisa struggled with her two captors but after her earlier exertions it was nowhere near enough and in the ensuing struggle she lost her top again and Sandra managed to tie it tightly around Lisa’s wrists. Tracey meanwhile, a fat blonde , enjoyed herself tormenting poor Lisa’s bruised breasts.

In the bathroom Fiona was helping her crying sister up. Bells rang in Eileen’s ears from the battering her head had taken and her eyes were red and puffy from the attack spray. Fiona gently dabbed at them with cold water and placated her sister by telling her she had the little bitch outside. At this Eileen smiled , her blood running cold at what she wanted to do to Lisa.

Five minutes later the sisters emerged into the gloom of the alley and firmly shut the fire exit after them . Fiona placed some things by the door and together they approached the other three. Lisa had by now again lost her skirt and was not likely to get it back as Sandra had thrown it onto the roof of the bar along with Lisa’s shoes. Lisa knelt in a puddle naked as Eileen approached and whimpered as the large lady brought a crushing slap onto her cheek, knocking her over.

“Shut her up sis , we don’t want anyone hearing this “, barked Eileen.

So Fiona reached under her skirt and pulled off her knickers and they all laughed as she forced them into Lisa’s mouth. Lisa’s eyes bulged as the fat woman forced disgusting worm panties deep into her mouth. By that point Lisa lay facing up on the cobbled street , Eileen used her feet to separate Lisa’s legs then directed Sandra and Tracey to hold them open and as they did so Eileen kicked Lisa as hard as she could in Lisa’s exposed pussy. Agony engulfed Lisa’s body as she felt the pain in her crotch from the assault. She rolled and writhed in pain but with her hands tied behind her back could find little relief.

Eileen smiled and told her sister and friends to go back inside and let her deal with the situation.

“Are you sure ?” asked Fiona.

“Oh yes , you don’t want to see what I’ll do “, snarled Eileen.

Eileen walked slowly back to the closed fire exit and picked up one of the items she and Fiona had brought out and brought it over to Lisa, she held Lisa’s face and snarled down at her “ Let’s see how you like this bitch” and proceeded to spray the attack spray into Lisa’s face vengefully. Eileen then got the other two items and took great pleasure slowly inserting them.

The next morning a tramp was staggering down the alley beside Floozies when he heard a low moaning coming from beside a dumpster. He investigated and found a pretty blonde , tied up , gagged and naked with a wine bottle jammed up her pussy and the buttend of a pool cue rammed up her asshole. He was momentarily stunned before a massive grin started to spread across his face……….