Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

"No-nahhh!" Lynda moaned incoherently. Her creamy skin glistened with a clammy sweat. She trembled and thrashed, bucking her hips high off the bathroom floor. "You're – you're not going to do this – you're not going to do this to me! Please!"

"We already did," Grady said with a laugh, then stepped back in to turn the suction cup in circles, making the plunger rotate inside her.

Lynda screamed in agony as the rough wood ground in circles inside her. It took her almost a minute to realize that she was climaxing.

The orgasm was like no climax she had ever experienced. It burned her like fire, making every muscles in her long, lithe body tense until they trembled and pulled. She went rigid as a board. Her cunt clutched the shaft of the plunger like a powerful hand, and Lynda wasn't sure whether it was trying to force it out or pull it even deeper inside. Her orgasm went on and on, wrecking her luscious body, reducing her to a sexy mass of quivering jelly. "Where the hell is all that wood going?" a man asked in wonder. "Her body isn't big enough to take it all."

"The slut's on fire," another man said. "Look at that sweat. Look at the way she's fucking moving. The big-assed whore's burning up!"

"I'll cool her off," Pete said, and stepped up to her. He straddled Lynda's face and pointed his cock right down at her. "Have some piss, you high-class twat!"

Pete pissed right down onto Lynda's face. The explosion of piss into her mouth almost drowned her. Piss poured down her aristocratic features. Then Pete bowed his legs and started grunting. A wet, smelly fart exploded in Lynda's face. Dazed as she was, she knew what was coming next.

A huge turd pushed out of Pete's asshole. It looked like a fat brown worm burrowing its way out of a hole. It curled into a comma as it slipped from his shitter. Then it slapped down on Lynda's face, right across the bridge of her nose. It felt like a huge lump of mud, but it smelled like the bottom of a sewer. Lynda moaned like a lost soul. Tied as tightly as she was over the stool she couldn't even knock the shit away.

Pete grunted and dropped another turd on Lynda's helplessly waiting face. It landed on her forehead, curling down to cover her right eye. He squeezed out another and it slapped down at an angle over the first one, resting on Lynda's left cheek. He grabbed a handful of her silky black hair and wiped his ass with it. The crowd of men howled with enjoyment. Lynda shuddered in disgust and shame.

"Shitty bitch," Pete muttered, swinging off her face. "Shit-eating cow."

Men stepped up on either side of her face and started pissing.

Their streams of piss melted the fat turds that Pete had dropped on her face. The shit ran down her beautiful face like chocolate milk. The men laughed and aimed their streams of piss so that they could dissolve all three of the turds Pete had deposited on top of her.

Sludgy rivers of shit ran into Lynda's eyes, streamed down her cheeks. Shit dripped down the sides of her nose and over her tightly clenched lips. The stench was so awful that the men held their noses. A man squatted over Lynda's creamy flat stomach and spread his asscheeks wide. He dropped four hot, steaming turds into the quivering hollow of Lynda's belly, then pissed straight down on the mountain of gloppy brown. Shit ran like syrup over Lynda's silky flanks and down onto her swollen, plunger-stuffed pussy.

A man straddled her throat and shit on the huge, rounded pillows of Lynda's tits. One long, skinny turd laid right down the center of her creamy cleavage. Men were crowding around to piss before the man even finished, and as soon as he swung off of her, five hard yellow streams were turning the mound of crap into so much sticky fudge.

Lynda climaxed again when the next man shit on her face. He dumped five of the huge turds on her face, completely submerging her lovely features under a stinking pile of shit. Lynda couldn't even breathe through the mountain of shit. It covered her lips and nose, and the biggest turd of all blanketed her eyes like a blindfold.

A moment later, as a half dozen streams of piss beat the shit into slimy black quicksand, it began to seem like an honor that the men would shit on a whore as lowly and worthless as she.

Lynda cimaxed explosively, grinding her savaged cunt on the plunger that pierced her long, sultry body. She bucked her fuli ass up off the floor. Pussy-cream ran down her cunt-lips and splattered on the bathroom tile. She opened her mouth to moan in pleasure and a river of piss soaked shit flowed down her throat.

After that Lynda writhed with pleasure at everything the men did to her. They beat off in her face and she lashed her tongue out over her lips to gather every drop of jism she could reach. Half the men in the bar shit on her. Every man pissed on her at least once. But Lynda loved it all.

They untied her hands and made her rub their shit all over her tall, sultry body. They made her eat a turd like a candy bar, and lick another like an ice-cream cone.

"Time for a new game," Buck said at last, sneering at the shit-plastered, piss-soaked beauty. "You're enthusiastic, Lynda. Now let's see how much stamina you've got."

They tied the rope around her wrists this time, and hauled her into the air. Lynda squirmed in pain as the rope cut into her wrists and the weight of her body pulled on her slender arms. And then Grady wheeled a table into the room, and Lynda whimpered with despair and excitement.

There were needle-sharp ice picks sticking up out of it. There were candles fitting into holes that had been drilled on the table's top. Grady lit the candles as he pushed it forward. Pete pulled the plunger out of Lynda's cunt as Grady maneuvered the table beneath her.

"That's going to hurt real bad if you let yourself down on it, Lynda," Buck said mildly, pinching Lynda's stiff, shit-caked nipples until she whined in pain. "We're going to lower you a little bit. But if you're strong enough you'll be able to hold yourself off it. Lets try ten minutes. If you can do a ten-minute chin up I guess you've got it fucking made."

Lynda clutched at the rope as the men lowered her toward the table. She raised up her legs, sticking them straight out in front of her. When she felt the heat of the candles and the prick of the ice picks on her creamy asscheeks, Lynda tried to pull herself up.

She thought the effort was going to kill her. The effort of pulling herself up off the icepicks and candles sent pain flashing through every inch of her lean, lithe body.

The muscles in Lynda's slender arms jumped and flexed as she chinned herself up on the rope. Sweat poured down her beautiful face as she pulled herself painfully up.

Finally her face was level with her hands and her big, perfect ass hung just out of reach of the candles and icepicks. Her lush body shivered with agony.

"This is a fun game, isn't it?" Buck asked the broken beauty, pinching her nipples again, then twisting her full, fleshy tits until they looked like twin corkscrews. "Say thank you for letting you play."

"Thank you for letting me play!" Lynda moaned, her voice cracking with strain. "It's a fun game!"

"Ten minutes, Lynda," Buck said. "Think about how much fun it'll be in mine."

The men tried to make her fall. They picked wads of shit off the floor and threw them at her. Grady collected some darts from the other room and they threw those at her too, piercing her ass, tits and stomach. They beat her with belts and pulled her hair.

It was Buck himself who finally broke her. He walked up to her with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a dozen needles in his hand. One by one he poked the needles into her slender, straining arms. Then he dragged the lit end of his cigarette over her arms, into the sensitive hollows inside her elbows and under her shoulders.