Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

"Stick out your tongue," Buck said, and Lynda did as he asked.

He ground out the cigarette on her tongue. Her exquisite body writhed and twisted in agony. Her beautiful face was a mask of pain. She stared at Buck, knowing that he would show her no mercy. She almost let herself fall from shock when he leaned close to her and kissed her.

"Tell me you love me, Lynda," he said.

"I love you, Buck," she whispered. "I don't think I could live without you."

"I know," he said. "Let yourself down, Lynda. Nice and slow. For me. You've only got a minute left."

"Yes, Buck!"

She lowered herself toward the table.

The candle flames licked her creamy lush ass. They hurt her terribly, but then her rounded asscheeks were pressed against them, putting them out one after another. Then the ice picks were pressing into her tender, silky skin. One after another they pierced her flesh, and Lynda sank down on them, crying out in agony. Buck let her sit on them for the full final minute before he ordered her to pull herself back up.

They cut her down and dropped her to the bathroom floor. Lynda stared up at them blankly, her long, lean body squirming in agony and lust on the cool tile. Grady wheeled a cart in the room. Lynda smelled smoke, and then she saw the long metal pokers.

"Oh, Buck," she whispered. "Oh, please, Buck!"

They were brands. Buck was going to brand her, mark her as his forever by marring her pristine beauty with his personal epitaph.

"Sit up," Buck said, pulling one of the brands off the grill. "Stick your big tits way out for me."

"I love you, Buck!" Lynda sobbed, pushing herself off the floor. She arched her back, pushing her huge, creamy, perfectly rounded tits high into the air. "I belong to you, Buck! Do whatever you want to me!"

"I will," Buck said, and held up the sizzling hot brand for Lynda to see. It read: Property of Buck's Bar.

He pressed it into the full, thrusting mound of Lynda's left tit.

Lynda shrieked as her skin burned. She could her the sizzle, smell her flesh burn. She passed out, knowing that when she woke up she would be starting a whole new life.

Buck smeared cold cream over the brand to make sure it set, then woke Lynda up by dunking her head in the toilet. When she came awake, she saw the brand on her big, beautiful tit and almost passed out again.

"Get on your hands and knees," Buck said, picking up the second brand. "And spread your legs wide. It's time for number two."

He showed her this one, too. It read: If Found, Please Fuck Senseless And Return to Buck's Bar. Lynda turned painfully over, crouching on her hands and knees and sticking her ass high in the air.

Buck branded her on her right asscheek, pressing the burning metal high on the lush cheek and close to the center. This time she didn't pass out, but when Buck pulled the brand away, she collapsed to the bathroom floor and curled into a tiny ball.

"Stand up," Buck said after he had smeared cold cream over the ass brand. "We all want to see you." Lynda pushed herself slowly, wearily to her feet.

The men stared at her with awe and disgust.

One by one the men started clapping. At the same time they called her the most filthy names imaginable, jeering and hissing.

"You're a sight, slut," Buck said. His cock was rock-hard. So were the cocks of every other man in the bathroom. "And this is just the first night. You're our barmaid now. You're going to look like this for a long, long time."

Lynda's body was smeared with shit and drenched with piss. Her creamy tanned skin was streaked with dried jism. Cum and pussy-slime still dripped from her pussy and asshole. Her once-tiny shitter was spread wide open, and her cunt was blood red and swollen. Bruises and welts covered every inch of her tall, lush body.

"So, who wants to fuck the barmaid?" Buck asked.

Fifty men grabbed for Lynda at once. She stared cumming when the first hand touched her.

She didn't think she was every going to stop.