Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

"Neeeehhhhh!" Lynda shrieked around the underwear that stuffed her mouth. Spit ran down the sides of her face as she screamed. "Auuuuugggghhhh!"

A dart stabbed into her qulvering, peeledback cunt-lips. Another drove into the tender bridge of flesh that connected her cunt to her asshole. Darts rained down on her, burying themselves in her plump pussy mound, digging into her creamy tanned iuner thighs. A dart split her cunt-lips and lodged deep into her cunt, and Lynda went out of her mind with terror and agony.

She jerked her ass a foot off the floor, gyrated her hips in wide, wild circles off the floor, gyrated her hips in wide, wild circles that looked like the sexiest bump-and-grind performed by the sexiest stripper in the world.

The men just laughed at her. Men kicked her long, sultry body, driving their feet into her hips and sides and arms. Men spit on her until her silky skin was streaked with their sticky saliva. Lynda writhed on the floor like sexy, dying snake, her creamy skin smeared with the filth of the bar floor, her pussy impaled by dozens of wicked, needle-sharp darts.

Grady kicked her in her cunt.

Lynda collapsed back against the floor as Grady drove the pointed toe of his boot into the swollen, dart-strewn mouth of her pussy. All the energy seemed to drain from her long, lithe body. Grady kicked her again, knocking some darts off her, driving others in deeper. Lynda gasped for breath, going so pale that she looked like a sexy ghost on the barroom floor.

"Kick her again!" a man shouted.

"Fuck that," another man said. "Give her your whole foot, Grady. Foot fuck the suck-up queen."

"What about it?" Grady asked, kicking Lynda's pussy again, moving her a foot across the floor with the bruising force of the blow. "It's just like a menu, Miss Cartier. Item one is playing darts some more. We know you fucking love that. Item two is getting the biggest, sweetest fuck of your slutty life. You want to fuck my foot, bitch?"

"Take that fucking underwear out of your mouth," Buck barked, nodding to the man st ping on her right hand to let her go. "How the fuck do you think you're going to order while you're sucking on a bunch of dirty shorts?"

Lynda's hand felt crushed. She could hardly flex her fingers, and she cried out in pain as she grabbed the pair of shorts that were sticking out of her mouth.

The men laughed at her, spitting on her and kicking ler when she dragged the soaking shorts out of her mouth. She had to dig in deep for the other pairs, finally having to drag the last pair out of her throat. By the time she had finished there was a pile of soaking wet underwear on the floor beside her face. Pete stepped on her cheek, forcing her pretty face into the pile of soaking shorts for almost a minute before he let her up.

"So what's it going to be?" Grady asked when Pete let her up. He kicked her again, driving one dart so deep inside her cunt that it disa peared between the swollen pink lips of her pussy.

The men grabbed Lynda's arm and forced it out over her head again. Men were stepping on her in other places too. Feet settled down on her arms and legs. Men stepped on her flat, silky stomach and on her full, round tits. Everywhere feet were settling on her lean, long body. Some of the men stomped on her, raising their feet up and smashing them down over and over.

"So what's it going to be, Lynda?" Buck asked. He rubbed a boot all over Lynda's face, smearing her with dirt.

Lynda could barely moved. She couldn't think at all.

"Fuck me… fuck me with your foot," she whispered at last, her voice barely audible. She kissed the sole of Buck's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her tongue past her lips to wash dirt off the leather. "Please fuck me with your foot."

The men cheered. They pulled the darts out of Lynda's tortured cunt before Grady removed his boot and drove his foot into her again. This time he leaned his weight on his foot, pressing it deeper and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the front of his foot pushed past the stretched lips of her cunt. After that there was only pain, pain so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady's arms to hold him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda's cunt. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to escape the terrible intrusion, but there was nowhere for her to go. Half of Grady's foot pushed inside her cunt and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the strength of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

"There we go!" Grady screamed as the heel of his foot disappeared inside Lynda's pussy. "You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow? I bet you never thought you'd be on your back with your legs spread fucking on a man's foot!"

Lynda passed out. Her eyes had hardly flickered shut when Pete aimed his cock at her beautiful face and started pissing. The broken landlady came awake drowning. Her mouth was filled with Pete's piss, her face soaked. When she woke, tasting the bitter piss, she gagged weakly. The men just laughed at her and urged Grady to kick her even harder.

She could feel every inch of Grady's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her tearing cunt lips. The heel of his foot smashed against her clit. Lynda shivered uncontrollably, going into shock. Her big blue eyes rolled and spit drooled from her parted lips.

The men gathered around her, kicking her long, lean body until Lynda was certain they were going to kick her to death. Men lashed their feet into her velvety ribcage. Men kicked her plush ass, her generous hips. Men kicked her slender arms and long, sexy legs. Some of the men even kicked her in the head, knocking Lynda senseless. They would have knocked her unconscious if not for the stream of piss Pete was washing her face with.

The men took turns kicking and stomping on Lynda's full, silky tits. Every time one of the men would grind the heel of his shoe down on top of one of Lynda's tits the pain was so intense that the tortured girl begged for death. Then some other man would swing his foot way back and kick the fleshy mound as though it was a football. Lynda's big soft tit would swing across her chest with such force that Lynda was sure it was being kicked completely off her body.

The men laughed at Lynda's pitiful begging and crying. They spit on her some more, and several of them pulled out their cocks and pissed all over her sleek, sexy body. Lynda whimpered with shame and disgust as the men soaked her creamy tanned body with their stinking yellow piss.

"Fuck that foot!" Pete shouted, dribbling the last of his piss all over Lynda's beautiful upturned face. "Fuck that foot, whore! Kick her harder, Grady! Shit, the silly bitch is hardly feeling it!"

"What's the matter, Miss Cartier?" Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Lynda's battered cunt. "Aren't I kicking you hard enough? You uptown cunts really need to go the whole trip, huh? Well, here you go, big tits! Fuck on this!"

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Lynda's pussy, and she collapsed against the floor, panting like a dying dog. Grady's foot was drenched with cunteam and smeared with blood. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of his foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her poor little pussy. She knew that her cunt would never be the same after all the abuse it had suffered during this horrible night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brutal thrust. Lynda slid three feet across the filthy bar floor, curling into a tight ball in spite of the feet that held her down. She could feel her pussy ripping under the inhuman force of the kick. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.