Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

Lynda turned like the obedient slave she was, wobbling on the spike heels. She stepped into the cage.

Pete and Grady grabbed her arms and pulled her hands to the sides of the cage. They snapped shackles around her wrists, locking her to the bars. Buck slipped the mask over her face. She stayed obediently still while he fitted it over her mouth. She didn't start crying untll they raised the cage into the air. When it dangled about six feet off the floor, the men stopped it.

"Show us what you can do, Lynda," Buck said, sitting on the bar and holding the cage controls in his hand. "Dance for us, you big-titted cow." Lynda tried to dance. She had never liked dancing. It seemed perverted somehow, almost like sex. She wiggled her hips from side to side, shook her shoulders to make her tits bounce under the satin cape.

"Boring!" someone screamed.

"Dead-assed slut!" another man shouted. "Juice her up, Buck! Get that big ass shaking!"

Lynda tried harder. She hunched her hips and swung her arms. She tossed her head on her shoulders, making her silky black hair fan out over her shoulders. She rubbed her legs together and shifted slowly from side to side.

"You're a sorry excuse for a woman, Lynda," Buck said, and hit one of the switches.

Lynda couldn't even scream. Electricity jolted through her voluptuous body, making her jerk and tremble. Every nerve in her body caught fire. She thrashed wildly against the chains that bound her in place. Bomb bursts of agony flared through her brain.

The electriciy stopped. Lynda stood still for a moment, her body still quivering from the after effects of the jolting shock. The men were throwing things at her, anything they could get their hands on.

Lynda screamed through her mask as something thick and wet hit her between the eyes. Her confused mind seized on one thought. She had to dance. She had to make the men hot.

Lynda squirned, thrusting her hips and shaking her tits. She tucked her chin against her tits and caught the string of the cape between her teeth. When she jerked loose the knot and let the cape slide down her shoulders as the men cheered.

"Look at those sweet big tits!" a man shouted.

"Shake that big ass, whore!" another man yelled.

Lynda jerked her upper body from side to side, making her tits wobble wildly back and forth across her chest. She ran her hands down her tiny waist and over her full, sexy hips. She squatted and stood, squatted and stood, as though she was screwing herself down onto the world's biggest cock. She did everything she could think of, frantic to keep Buck from shocking her again.

He did it anyway. Lightning crackled through Lynda's lean, luscious body. The fine muscles in her legs turned to mush and she fell against the bars of the cage. Buck turned up the voltage and Lynda went into convulsions. Her svelte, sexy body flopped around on the floor of the cage as though she was some sexy fish out of water. The men loaded half a bottle of tequila into the tube that led to Lynda's mask. When the alcohol splashed into her mouth, Lynda was too dazed to swallow it, and she started choking. It took every bit of concentration she had to gulp down the burning liquor.

Buck stopped the flow of electricity and Lynda climed uncertainly to her feet. Sne could barely stand, but she knew the men were expecting a show. She thrust her hips forward in a lewd invitation to fuck, arching her back so severely that she looked like a limbo dancer.

The men cheered and poured a beer into the tube. Lynda drank down the beer obediently, rubbing her tits and pussy against the bars of the cage. She ran her shackled hands over her shoulders and down her arms as if she were making love to herself. She straightened her long, lush legs out to her sides and slid into as much of a split as the cage would permit, then flexed the muscles in her thighs and calves until they stood up like cords of silk.

Buck hit a button, and a shaft of metal punched into Lynda's stomach. It was a blunt shaft, but it hit Lynda with such force that it knocked her down. She landed hard, bruising her hip and ass, but the men just laughed. When she tried to struggle to her feet, Buck hit another button and a sharpened metal tip stabbed into her silky ass. Lynda jumped forward, and Buck sent another sharp metal spoke into her full right tit.

Both of the spikes drew tiny trickles of blood. Lynda almost passed out at the sight of her own blood, even though she could tell that the wounds were no more than pin pricks.

She threw herself against the bars of the cage, squirming and thrusting her hips in a desperate attempt to make the men happy. Buck hit the electricity again and Lynda collapsed in a trembling, jerking heap on the floor of the cage. This time Buck left the electricity on for what seemed like forever. Lynda jitterbugged on the floor of the cage, bouncing around like a woman possessed. She was possessed of almost enough volts of electricity to kill her. The electricity flowered through every inch of her body. It seemed to concentrate in her pussy, asshole and tits. Lynda thought that she was gcing to die.

And then Buck cut the electricity, and Lynda realized something that almost shattered her. The shock had made her hot. She almost missed the burning flow of pain through her lush, supple body.

Lynda cried at the thought that the men had debauched her so completely that she could even be turned on by being shocked almost to death.

She had to pull herself to her feet this time. Her legs wouldn't work right, and even after she balanced herself on the spike heels she had to hold onto the bars of the cage to keep from falling. She couldn't stop trembling. It was as if the electricity was still burning through her body, as though it was echoed through her nerve endings, looking for an exit.

Lynda remembered something she had seen a stripper do once and started bouncing in circles. She watched, fascinated, as her big tits flopped in giant circles, making the tassels spin like the propellers of an airplane. She leaned her head back against her shoulders and jerked more wildly yet. It looked like there was a pillow fight happening on her chest. The tassels looked like pinwheels spinning in a tornado.

"Here, lets give the whore something good to drink," one of the men said, pulling out his cock and aiming it down into the tube. Two other men stepped up beside him, pushing the heads of their cocks together.

They started pissing. Lynda squealed as her mouth filled with piss. She gagged on the salty, base flavor, but she gulped down the piss as though she couldn't get enough.

She stopped swinging her tits, bucking her hips against the bars instead. When the pocket of the G-string hit the bars of the cage, there was a wet, squelehing sound. The men laughed when they heard it.

Buck hit some more buttons on the control box.

A dull steel rod hit Lynda in the stomach. A sharp one nestled between the full cheeks of her ass and plunged into the tender ring of her shitter.

Lynda screamed in pain, almost drowning on the triple load of piss that was running into her mouth. She lifted one leg, bracing it against the bars of the cage and ground her pussy against the dull bar that hit her in the stomach. Before long pussy-cream was dribbling out from the sides of the golden cunt pocket. Lynda guzzled piss and fucked two rods of steel, one sharp and one dull. Her lean, sexy body was trembling with pleasure.

The men finished pissing and Grady brought a bottle of tabasco sauce out from behind the bar. He broke the neck off and upended the bottle over the tube. Lynda dropped away from the bars, writhing in anguish as the fiery liquid filled her mouth.

"That'll warm the slut up!" one of the men screamed. "Hot enough for you, whore?"

Buck gave her another shot of electricity.

Lynda wallowed on the bottom of the cage, her body burning, her mouth filled with fire.