Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

"Who else wants in on this?" he asked, jerking Lynda's head to one side so that she faced the rest of the mob of men. "How about we spit on the bitch?"

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spit. There were a couple dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the other, using her beautiful face for a target. A dozen different men hocked their spit into Lynda's open mouth. The spit of the rest rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

Lynda shrieked, her mind exploding with horror and humiliation over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her wrists, jerking and tugging until the cloth bit deep into her flesh.

Pete forced her to swallow the pooled spit of at least a dozen men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the collected drool poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lips over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his tongue. He grabbed her lush asscheeks and spread them wide, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her pussy and the tight pore of her asshole. Within an instant the men were attacking her sensitive little fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda's cunt, making her cry out in pain. Her pussy was as tight as a girdle and as dry as a desert. The man's finger tore into her like a jagged wooden splinter. A moment later something even worse happened, as a man's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The pain was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sensitive little asshole.

The fingers were pulled out of her pussy and asshole almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no relief for Lynda. Other fingers replaced the ones that were gone, stretching Lynda's tight, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her lush thighs and full, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and arms. Dozens of hands swarmed over her huge, round tits, pinchlng and pulling and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda's cunt and asshole. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her pretty pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her nose, cheeks, chin, even her eyes and forehead with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange mouth clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the back of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both sides of her long, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. Tongues probed her ears and traced the fine line of her jaw.

"Bastards!" she screamed, in the instant of breath she had between one man breaking off his rape of her mouth and the next clamping his lips over hers. "I'll get you all! I'll hire men to get you all! I'll have them cut your cocks off!"

"You stupid cunt," Buck said, grabbing her by her slender arms and lifting her off her feet. "Who said you were ever going to get the chance?"

Buck's powerful hands bit so tightly into her creamy arms that Lynda screamed out in anguish. Her feet kicked at the air as he hefted her high. Then he threw her face-first against the wail, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, unable to brace herself with her hands tied behind her back. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong fingers into her arms and tits. One man wrapped his big hands around her narrow waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the wall the fourth time Lynda was barely conscious. Her head was rolling on her shoulders. Her mouth hung liniply open, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick face. The few scraps of clothing that still clung to her shoulders and waist fluttered like flags as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of blood from her long, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, stuck-up landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

"Please!" Lynda gasped, aware of nothing now except pain and fear. "Stop! Please stop! Oh, please stop hurting me!"

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big tits and tight pussy. They slammed her into the wall another dozen times before Buck told them to throw her on the pool table.

By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every bone in her lush, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and realized she was completely at the mercy of Buck and his rough customers.

"Now you're going to learn a lesson, you lousy cunt!" Buck snarled, ripping off his belt. He dropped his pants, and Lynda cried out in stark terror at what she saw. "You're going to learn your place, slut! And learn what you're fucking good for, too!"

Buck's cock was thicker than Lynda's wrist and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping head was at least as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole life, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who hadn't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, couldn't bear the sight of the monstrous cock Buck was waving in her direction. Even the threat of his big leather belt, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was nothing compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.

"No, please, no, please, no!" Lynda cried in a small, desperate voice. "Don't put that in me! Please, Buck, oh please, please, please! I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand it!"

"The bitch don't sound so high and mighty now," one of the men said.

"Don't worry, cunt," another guy said. "A big bitch like you ought to be able to take Buck's cock without tearing too much."

"Yeah, wait to start worrying until he shoves it up your ass," a third man said.

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lust and cruelty in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool table, stripped naked, her hands tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she'd taken and in a state of near shock from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her long, luscious body.

Buck brought the belt around in a vicious overhand strike. The leather bit into Lynda's hip, marking the creamy skin with a stripe of bright red. Lynda clamped her mouth tightly shut, determined not to give the sadistic crowd of men the satisfaction of hearing her scream. It didn't seem to matter. They howled like a pack of wolves at the sight of the red welt on her silky haunch. Buck hit her again, catching her across both her firm, lush thighs. The blow made her thighs jiggle. Lynda tried to squirm away from Buck across the pool table, but there was nowhere she could go where he couldn't reach her. The belt striped her velvety flat stomach. It whipped over the plump little bulge of her cunt mound. When it slapped into the meaty mounds of her tits, Lynda couldn't hold back her screams anymore.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed, throwing her head from side to side, curtaining her face with her silky black hair. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!"

"Did you say please fuck me, Buck?" Buck asked, bringing the belt lashing down into her tits again. The big, perfect mounds bounced and swayed across Lynda's chest with the impact of the blow. "Maybe you'd better say pretty-please. Maybe you'd better tell me just how much you'd like my big hard cock fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole."