Barmaid in bondage

CHAPTER ONE

"Should have never come down here," Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the wall with his big, muscular body. He ran his big hands over her slender throat, broad shoulders and silky arms. "The guys who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around town for years. I don't think there's a thing in the world any of them would like more than to fuck you right into the dirt. And I think I'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up cunt, but you don't fucking give me orders."

"No!" Lynda screamed, driving her knee into Buck's crotch and tearing at his face with her sharp nails. She ran past him through the dark bar, telling herself that she would have him evicted, maybe even in jail, by the end of the day.

She never had a chance. A big guy named Grady Peane, who'd been working with Buck for years, grabbed her by her shiny black hair. Pete Fint, a young, good-looking guy who always seemed to be drunk, caught her by one arm. Together they slammed her face-first into the wall.

"Let me go, you bastards!" Lynda shrieked, struggling desperately in thefr grasp. Dozens of other men were headed in her direction, drinks in their hands, lust and hate in their eyes. "You creeps had better let me go right now!"

"Strip the bitch!" Buck shouted, wiping a trace of blood from his cheek. "Strip her naked and beat the shit out of her! I think it's time for this stuck-up slut to learn what the fuck she's good for! All she's ever been is a landlady, well, now she's going to be a barmaid. She's going to serve us in any way she can."

Buck ran the roughest, sleaziest bar in town. His customers were all men, and all mean. There wasn't one of them who didn't know about Lynda, who didn't hate her for her superior attitude and easy life, who didn't lust for her because of her sexy body and beautiful face. A cheer went up at Buck's words, and brutally strong hands gripped Lynda from every side.

"She's a big bitch," one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda's full, firm tits through the satiny orange fabric of her clinging dress. "And fucking skinny! About the only meat on her is these jumbo tits!"

"Bullshit!" another man shouted, grabbing both the full, rounded cheeks of Lynda's ass and squeezing so hard that the sexy young landlady moaned in pain. "Check out her ass and legs! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right! Let's get this cunt naked!"

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her dress to rags in a matter of seconds, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda's luscious body while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rough circle around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the rags of her dress together to cover her voluptuous body.

"Shit," Buck said, stepping into the circle. "You are a fucking beauty."

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in town. She had a perfect face, with wide, startling blue eyes, full, red lips, a strong jaw and high cheekbones. Her hair was pitch black and shiny, and it splashed past her shoulders in a silky tumble. But her body was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a tall woman, standing almost six feet even without the heels she was wearing. Her shoulders were broad and sexy. They had to be wide to support her tits. Lynda's tits were big, firm mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so round and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her nipples were perfect, dark brown spikes that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda's waist was obscenely small. But her hips flowed out generously, full and soft and inviting. And her legs were wondrous, her thighs lush and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The only problem Buck could see was that some stupid motherfucker had forgotten to tell her.

It was an error he intended to correct. "No!" Lynda gasped as Buck wrapped her in his big arms and pulled her roughly against him. "You can't do this to me, you bastard! Let me go, let me go, let me go!"

Buck clamped his lips over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet press of Buck's mouth to hers. She jerked her head wildly from one side to the other. He just ground his lips against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouth against Lynda's, his hands were roaming all over her body. He pinched her ass and squeezed her tits and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

Lynda got one hand free and slapped him as hard as she could, and he threw her away from him.

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the arms of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her head by a handful of her silky black hair. Then it was his lips plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fists, and when one of her punches caught him on his chin, he grabbed her full right tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

"Oh no!" Lynda gasped. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

"Stupid bitch!" the man growled, and used his grip on her tit to send her sprawling away from him.

Lynda covered her tits with her hands as she stumbled across the floor on her high heels. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her elegant, creamy throat like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy flesh. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the fight from her body. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then drove his fist brutally into the pit of her stomach. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her head up and blanketed her lips with his, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. In an instant his vile tongue was probing deep inside her helpless mouth. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her arms behind her back.

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too late to fight. There was a big man holding each of her arms, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking monster tied her wrists with the ragged remnants of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda didn't even have her hands free to struggle or break her fall.

The men tossed her back and forth, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she wasn't sure what was happening. The men all looked the same, whooping and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same things to her, mauling her big tits and full ass, squirming their lips against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her mouth, even hitting her with short, chopping punches to her tits, stomach and back.

Lynda fell against Pete and he grabbed her by her hair, raising his ar until Lynda was standing on tiptoe, squirming with pain. He grabbed the swatch of cloth that draped her hips and tore it away, revealing Lynda's pink-lipped, dark-furred cunt. Half the men in the bar groaned in collective lust at the unveiling.

"No, don't rape me!" Lynda gasped, crying uncontrollably and sounding so pitifully frightened that most of the men in the bar were laughing. "Please don't rape me! I'll let you have anything you want! I'll never tell anyone what happened! Only please don't rape me! Please, please, please!"

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda's face. His spit splattered between Lynda's eyes and trickled down both sides of her nose. He levered her jaws open and spit again, this time filling her mouth with his spit. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

"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."

The pain was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to hurt so bad. Her sleek, big-titted body squirmed against the green top of the pool table, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her skin that the belt had touched. Lynda couldn't keep her cries of anguish from tumbling past her parted lips. She couldn't stop more tears from sliding down her beautiful, pale cheeks. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg Buck to stick his huge, vile cock into her.

Buck saw the look of resolve in the eyes of the beautiful, bitchy landlady. It made him smile. The dumb, sexy cunt was so used to getting her way that she didn't understand the situation. He could go on whippng her forever. If he got tired there were other guys who would be ready to take over for him.

By the time Buck had hit her a hundred times the front of Lynda's svelte, stacked body was painted an almost solid shade of red. Her slender arms, her long, shapely legs and especially the shuddering plain of her stomach and mountains of her tits had been thoroughly beaten. Lynda cried pitifully, writhing slowly against the green felt of the table. Each lash of the belt felt to her as thouii it would be the one to break her. Buck was dripping sweat and precum in almost equal measure. He had never been as excited in his life as he was whipping the shit out of his landlady.

He slapped the belt down across her face and watched her cheek and chin turn red. "Noooooo!" Lynda howled as her face caught fire and her right eye filled with tears. She turned her face to the side, trying to protect her injured cheek from any further punishment. "Ohhhhhh!"

Buck whipped the other side of her face.

"Maybe the problem is that you think you're too fucking beautiful to be fucked," Buck said with an evil grin, bringing the belt whistling down against Lynda's face again. "I think I can take care of that."

"Noooo! Oh, please, no, no!" Lynda whimpered. The thought of being disfigured, of having her pretty face ruined, was too much for her. "Please fuck me, Buck! You win! I can't take any more! I want you to fuck me, Buck! I want you to stick your big cock all the way into my little pussy!"

Buck lashed his belt against her face again.

"Nooooooo!" Lynda screamed in pain and terror. "Please fuck me! Please don't hurt me bad! I'll-I'll do anything you want! I really will!"

"Listen to her now!" Grady shouted, then poured his beer all over Lynda's sexy, squirming body. "She don't sound like a rich-bitch landlady now, does she? Sounds more like all the other sleazy whores we've dragged in here."

"Tie her," Buck said, dropping his belt on the floor. "It's time I found out what this dumb cow knows about the only thing that matters for a whore like her. How to fucking please a man when he sticks her with his cock."

In an instant strong hands pulled Lynda back down on the table until her lush, creamy ass was hanging off one edge. Men on either side wrenched her long, lean legs painfully apart, hooking her knees over the corners of the table.

More ragged strips from her shredded dress were gathered up, and in moments Lynda's legs were tied to the table at her knees and ankles. Her cunt was spread obscenely wide by the position, her tiny asshole put on display. Her bound hands were still crushed cruelly beneath her.

Then Buck stepped between her legs and slapped his huge cock against the lips of her tight, dry pussy, and she screamed in terror.

"Let's see how fucking far you'll stretch, Miss Cartier," Buck said in a mocking tone, then slotted the huge head of his cock against the tight pink lips of her cunt. "You should have been getting these for years, bitch. But I guess you'll make up for a lot of them before you get out of here."

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Lynda screamed as Buck started to push his massive cock against the tiny mouth of her cunt. "Slow, please slow, please slow!"

"No, big-tits," Pete said with a sneer. "Fast."

The lips of Lynda's pussy spread wide against the advance of Buck's gigantic prick. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the tiny mouth, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the thin folds of flesh stretching past the point of their endurance. She tried to wiggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the table. Then Buck punched his hips forward again, and she could feel herself tearing, feel Buck's cock sliding inside her.

"Yeeooowww!" Pete shouted. "You split her wide, Buck!"

"Oh, oh, oh," Lynda muttered weakly, certain that her pussy had been ruined forever, suspecting that she was being raped to death on the fleshy, foot-long spear of Buck's cock.

Lynda's cunt-lips were spread wide around the inhuman girth of Buck's long cock. Tiny trickles of blood ran from the spots where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased Buck's prick, making it easier for him to slide the rest of his cock inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could have made the brutal rape any easier for Lynda.

Lynda couldn't draw a breath as Buck slid his monstrous cock deep inside her pussy. She could feel the tiny pocket of her cunt stretching in a hopeless attempt to accept the fat, twelve-inch prick Buck was fucking inside her.

Every fold in her tiny cunt straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It wasn't nearly enough. Four inches of Buck's cock were still outside her cunt when the bruising head pounded against her cervix. "Bitch!" he hissed down into her face, drawing back out. "Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow! You're going to take it all, whore! You're going to take very fucking inch even if it kills you!"

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her begging. Buck's cock felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry cunt. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a rubber glove on a sweaty hand. It was as though Buck's cock was a plunger, and it was pulling her cunt right out of her body. Then, when only the head of his mammoth prick was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her head against the table, the pain in her cunt so intense that it seemed to fill every nerve in her body. Two more inches of Buck's cock slid inside her this time. Lynda could feel something deep inside her tear, and when Buck leaned his weight forward the last two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the slap of Buck's heavy balls against the curve of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, freakish cock.

"You did it, bitch!" a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda's tits and wringing it as though it were a big sponge. "You'retakinga foot of cock up your dirty little cunt!"

"Bitch!" Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda's huge, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them flat against her sleek, sexy body. "Fuck me back now, Lynda – whore! Squeeze your cunt on my cock! Shake your big, sexy ass! Now, landlady! Now!"

Buck closed his fists into claws on her silky tits, then yanked the fleshy mounds to the sides with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her body. Her firm ass shot up off the table, and her savaged cunt clamped tight around Buck's cock.

It was pure self-preservation that moved the sexy, captive landlady. Tears poured down her pretty face as she fucked back against Buck's pulverizing prick.