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Yennefer spent many hours laying like that, head dangling from the table, legs up in the air, being fucked by hundreds of men. What was worse than everything was that her body enjoyed every moment of it. Because of Vilgefort's potion she had hundreds of orgasms. Her cunt and ass were hurting like hell, her mouth and face felt hundreds of dirty balls and cocks but every one of them gave her a new orgasm.
She was full of cuts because Bonhart told everyone who fucked her in the mouth to make a cut over her tits and those who fucked her cunt or ass to make one on her legs. She was full of bruises too because they loved hitting her whenever they had the occasion.
She had now two cocks in her mouth because two beggars couldn't afford one beer each so they bought one together. The innkeeper took pity of them and allowed them to fuck her mouth at the same time. At the same time another client was fucking her ass. She could feel the smell of piss and sweat and stink yet somehow she got another orgasm.
In a moment of pause Bonhart bent near her, put the point of his knife on her breast and made it bleed and whispered in her ear:
"Until now you got the fun part, from now on the real training begins. Most of them got close to 5 beers. If you'll throw up or pass out tonight you will be my personal toilet for the rest of the trip. So it's up to you!"
He was right. Soon enough she started to get called at different tables to fulfil innkeeper's promise. They were all dirty, they were all smelly and they all loved to insert their cocks as deep as possible in her mouth. And they all had a lot of piss in them after they drank so many beers.
She was sick and she wanted to throw up but the idea of eating Bonhart's shit made her remain strong.
Most of them were already too drunk to fuck her so she became more and more a mobile toilet than a public whore.
Soon the inevitable happened.
"10 beers! I have 10 beers!. Where is my toilet?!?"
She went to that drunk man who yelled, Bonhart forced her face up on the floor with her mouth open. The man took off his trousers and sit on her face. He was so drunk her had no problems to shit in front of everyone. But first he let out a huge fart, which made everyone laugh loudly. Meanwhile Bonhart went in front of her and started to massage her clitoris with his boot. And that's how the moment the shit start to enter her mouth a strong orgasm came from the other part of her body.
The men were shocked. One of them spat towards her.
"What a whore!"
Then someone started to yell:
"The mayor has 10 beers too!"
She had no choice but to go towards the man yelling. When she saw the mayor she got sick. He was a disgustingly morbidly obese brute, unwashed for a long time. Bonhart realized the problem first:
"He can't sit on her, he will kill her! But I have an idea!"
They brought a wooden chair and they made a hole in it. They put her under the chair. The fat mayor could barely move, he was dead drunk. People supported him to pull off his trousers and sit on the wooden chair.
She opened her mouth but the mayor had some horrible diarrhea and spread it all over her face. She couldn't hold it anymore and she moved to a side and started vomiting all the shit and the piss that she had eaten that evening.
All the men started to laugh and made fun of her. She gathered her legs around her chest, sitting there in vomit and diarrhea and trying to forget about everyone there. Then she heard Bonhart whispering in her ear:
"Too bad, little bitch. You're not a good mobile toilet yet. It looks like you need a better training."
I'm sorry, master!"
He hit her in the stomach and she vomited more piss.
"Public toilets don't talk!"