Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

A cock speared into her cunt, fucking her so brutally that her body shook with every thundering impact. One of the men she was beating off came all over her slender, creamy arm. The man fucking her came after only a dozen strokes, his jism pouring out of her swampy pussy almost as quickly as he shot it in.

Lynda slithered her tongue all over Buck's damp, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there wasn't a trace of shit to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she couldn't stop herself. She stabbed her tongue back up his asshole and wiggled it around, and he moaned with pleasure. A moment later he was cumming.

Lynda climaxed with her master as he hot his jism all over her big tits. The other man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with lines of fuck-filth. Buck's jism coated her silky tits, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the huge mounds until they shined. The man sitting on her other foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her swollen pink cunt-lips with his gluey globs of cums.

"You're learning, aren't you?" Buck said, getting off Lynda's face and slapping her cheek so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful face was smeared with dark brown stains. "Before we're done with you, you won't even remember your fucking name."

More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her asshole. They shoved their hard, dripping cocks between her sensuous, parted lips. They fucked her tits and made her jack them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half dozen times. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her legs, pursed her lips, ran her hands all over their cocks. The men kept giving her more to drink, and before they were done, Lynda's will had been completely shattered.

The men dragged Lynda's sultry, cum-soaked body across the bar. Lynda hung her head whlle they tied her in place. When they got out, the darts tears ran tracks down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

"No! Please, no! Please no, please no, please no!"

Lynda couldn't stop begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagled in the center of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda's arms were spread high above her head, far out to her sides. Her legs were spread wide, too, held by ropes to studs in the walls. She was held off the ground, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrists and ankles.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Miss Cartier," Grady said, then shook his head. "Naw, the stuck-up whore's going to be screaming like she's dying when we start throwing the darts. I'll shut her up."

"Ought to fucking clean her up, too," Pete said, looking over Lynda's sultry, cum-soaked body. "We want to see what we're fucking aiming at."

Grady grabbed a half dozen pairs of dirty, discarded underwear off the filthy barroom floor. Pete pulled a couple seltzer bottles out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her long, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the hard streams of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with water. Her silky black hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

"Open wide," Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her mouth wide open. "You're not much good for fucking, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash this nasty underwear for us."

"Please, Grady!" Lynda cried, looking pitiful and gorgeous as she beed for mercy. "I've tried to be a good girl! I've fucked everybody! I'll do anything you want! Please, just don't hurt me like this! Don't hurt me so bad!"

"What you are, Lynda," Grady said patiently, stuffing a pair of underwear into Lynda's mouth, "is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to learn your place, whore. When we're done with your sweet body, you'll either know it or be too fucked up to care."

Lynda cried miserably as Grady stuffed her mouth with one pair of shorts after another. By the time he was finished her cheeks were bulging, her mouth spread wide open. The underwear tasted of filth and piss. Grady stuffed her mouth so full that a pair of underwear pushed into her throat, and Lynda gagged helplessly, barely able to breathe around the dirty cotton.

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Lynda hung, in the center of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the first time in hours that a cock hadn't been buried inside her, a hand hadn't been mauling her tits or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda's body was spread-eagled in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her body like two creamy soft, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were hard little points. With her body stretched and tied, her waist looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her voluptuous body. Her pink cunt-lips were spread wide, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

"Darts is a special sport," Buck said, hefting one in his hand. "The action is in the wrist. Watch, and you might learn something." He threw a dart at Lynda's right tit.

Lynda screamed when the dart hit, right at the center of her nipple. It stuck, buried deep in her super-sensitive flesh. Lynda writhed desperately against the ropes that held her spread-eagled, trying to shake it off. She could barely move at all. Buck targeted her left nipple and threw again. When the dart landed, Lynda wore the two darts like pasties. The pain was incredible.

Lines of men formed on both sides of Lynda. Men threw darts at her ass and men threw darts at her tits. Lynda screamed as they hit but all that escaped the underwear that was wadded in her mouth were low, despairing moans. Even the liquor the men had filled her with was not enough to dull the pain of the darts as they pierced her creamy skin.

A dart found its way between the cheeks of Lynda's ass, burying itself right next to the fucked-out ring of her asshole. Lynda shrieked and wriggled wildly. The men were covering her full, silky asscheeks with darts. Her tits sprouted over a dozen more.

A lot of the men were missing their targets. Darts hit Lynda's sleek, flat tummy. Darts stabbed into Lynda's lush, creamy thighs. Some of the men decided to try to hit Lynda in the deep, sexy pocket of her navel, and they pelted her stomach with darts until each one of them had scored a bullseye. Lynda thrashed helplessly against the ropes that held her in place, struggling until her wrists and ankles were bleeding.

By the time the men were finished there were almost a hundred darts buried in Lynda's sleek, sexy body. Dozens of them sprouted from her full, round tits. Dozens more stuck from the soft, creamy cheeks of her big ass. By the time Buck stepped up to push the last dart into the tender nub of her clit Lynda was delirious with agony. She passed out when he pressed the needle-sharp dart into her tiny clit.

The men woke her up by spraying her with the seltzer bottles, then pulled the darts from her sexy, captive body. Lynda passed out again as the men were pulling the darts out of her, but they woke her up again.

Then they untied her, dropping her to the dirty bar floor. Lynda curled into a ball, sobbing and shaking, as the men surrounded her. They threw the darts again, hurling the darts down at her this time. A dart hit Lynda in her cheek and she shrieked around her mouthful of wadded underwear. The men kicked her over onto her back, then kicked her legs out wide. Lynda covered her tender pussy with her hands but men grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms out high above her head. Men stepped on her hands to hold her arms in place. Men stepped on her ankles, too, bearing down with enough force to make Lynda cry out in anguish. And then they started throwing the darts at her cunt.