Barmaid in bondage

CHAPTER FIVE

"No! Please, no! Please no, please no, please no!"

Lynda couldn't stop begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagled in the center of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda's arms were spread high above her head, far out to her sides. Her legs were spread wide, too, held by ropes to studs in the walls. She was held off the ground, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrists and ankles.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Miss Cartier," Grady said, then shook his head. "Naw, the stuck-up whore's going to be screaming like she's dying when we start throwing the darts. I'll shut her up."

"Ought to fucking clean her up, too," Pete said, looking over Lynda's sultry, cum-soaked body. "We want to see what we're fucking aiming at."

Grady grabbed a half dozen pairs of dirty, discarded underwear off the filthy barroom floor. Pete pulled a couple seltzer bottles out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her long, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the hard streams of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with water. Her silky black hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

"Open wide," Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her mouth wide open. "You're not much good for fucking, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash this nasty underwear for us."

"Please, Grady!" Lynda cried, looking pitiful and gorgeous as she beed for mercy. "I've tried to be a good girl! I've fucked everybody! I'll do anything you want! Please, just don't hurt me like this! Don't hurt me so bad!"

"What you are, Lynda," Grady said patiently, stuffing a pair of underwear into Lynda's mouth, "is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to learn your place, whore. When we're done with your sweet body, you'll either know it or be too fucked up to care."

Lynda cried miserably as Grady stuffed her mouth with one pair of shorts after another. By the time he was finished her cheeks were bulging, her mouth spread wide open. The underwear tasted of filth and piss. Grady stuffed her mouth so full that a pair of underwear pushed into her throat, and Lynda gagged helplessly, barely able to breathe around the dirty cotton.

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Lynda hung, in the center of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the first time in hours that a cock hadn't been buried inside her, a hand hadn't been mauling her tits or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda's body was spread-eagled in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her body like two creamy soft, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were hard little points. With her body stretched and tied, her waist looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her voluptuous body. Her pink cunt-lips were spread wide, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

"Darts is a special sport," Buck said, hefting one in his hand. "The action is in the wrist. Watch, and you might learn something." He threw a dart at Lynda's right tit.

Lynda screamed when the dart hit, right at the center of her nipple. It stuck, buried deep in her super-sensitive flesh. Lynda writhed desperately against the ropes that held her spread-eagled, trying to shake it off. She could barely move at all. Buck targeted her left nipple and threw again. When the dart landed, Lynda wore the two darts like pasties. The pain was incredible.

Lines of men formed on both sides of Lynda. Men threw darts at her ass and men threw darts at her tits. Lynda screamed as they hit but all that escaped the underwear that was wadded in her mouth were low, despairing moans. Even the liquor the men had filled her with was not enough to dull the pain of the darts as they pierced her creamy skin.

A dart found its way between the cheeks of Lynda's ass, burying itself right next to the fucked-out ring of her asshole. Lynda shrieked and wriggled wildly. The men were covering her full, silky asscheeks with darts. Her tits sprouted over a dozen more.

A lot of the men were missing their targets. Darts hit Lynda's sleek, flat tummy. Darts stabbed into Lynda's lush, creamy thighs. Some of the men decided to try to hit Lynda in the deep, sexy pocket of her navel, and they pelted her stomach with darts until each one of them had scored a bullseye. Lynda thrashed helplessly against the ropes that held her in place, struggling until her wrists and ankles were bleeding.

By the time the men were finished there were almost a hundred darts buried in Lynda's sleek, sexy body. Dozens of them sprouted from her full, round tits. Dozens more stuck from the soft, creamy cheeks of her big ass. By the time Buck stepped up to push the last dart into the tender nub of her clit Lynda was delirious with agony. She passed out when he pressed the needle-sharp dart into her tiny clit.

The men woke her up by spraying her with the seltzer bottles, then pulled the darts from her sexy, captive body. Lynda passed out again as the men were pulling the darts out of her, but they woke her up again.

Then they untied her, dropping her to the dirty bar floor. Lynda curled into a ball, sobbing and shaking, as the men surrounded her. They threw the darts again, hurling the darts down at her this time. A dart hit Lynda in her cheek and she shrieked around her mouthful of wadded underwear. The men kicked her over onto her back, then kicked her legs out wide. Lynda covered her tender pussy with her hands but men grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms out high above her head. Men stepped on her hands to hold her arms in place. Men stepped on her ankles, too, bearing down with enough force to make Lynda cry out in anguish. And then they started throwing the darts at her cunt.

"Neeeehhhhh!" Lynda shrieked around the underwear that stuffed her mouth. Spit ran down the sides of her face as she screamed. "Auuuuugggghhhh!"

A dart stabbed into her qulvering, peeledback cunt-lips. Another drove into the tender bridge of flesh that connected her cunt to her asshole. Darts rained down on her, burying themselves in her plump pussy mound, digging into her creamy tanned iuner thighs. A dart split her cunt-lips and lodged deep into her cunt, and Lynda went out of her mind with terror and agony.

She jerked her ass a foot off the floor, gyrated her hips in wide, wild circles off the floor, gyrated her hips in wide, wild circles that looked like the sexiest bump-and-grind performed by the sexiest stripper in the world.

The men just laughed at her. Men kicked her long, sultry body, driving their feet into her hips and sides and arms. Men spit on her until her silky skin was streaked with their sticky saliva. Lynda writhed on the floor like sexy, dying snake, her creamy skin smeared with the filth of the bar floor, her pussy impaled by dozens of wicked, needle-sharp darts.

Grady kicked her in her cunt.

Lynda collapsed back against the floor as Grady drove the pointed toe of his boot into the swollen, dart-strewn mouth of her pussy. All the energy seemed to drain from her long, lithe body. Grady kicked her again, knocking some darts off her, driving others in deeper. Lynda gasped for breath, going so pale that she looked like a sexy ghost on the barroom floor.

"Kick her again!" a man shouted.

"Fuck that," another man said. "Give her your whole foot, Grady. Foot fuck the suck-up queen."

"What about it?" Grady asked, kicking Lynda's pussy again, moving her a foot across the floor with the bruising force of the blow. "It's just like a menu, Miss Cartier. Item one is playing darts some more. We know you fucking love that. Item two is getting the biggest, sweetest fuck of your slutty life. You want to fuck my foot, bitch?"

"Take that fucking underwear out of your mouth," Buck barked, nodding to the man st ping on her right hand to let her go. "How the fuck do you think you're going to order while you're sucking on a bunch of dirty shorts?"

Lynda's hand felt crushed. She could hardly flex her fingers, and she cried out in pain as she grabbed the pair of shorts that were sticking out of her mouth.

The men laughed at her, spitting on her and kicking ler when she dragged the soaking shorts out of her mouth. She had to dig in deep for the other pairs, finally having to drag the last pair out of her throat. By the time she had finished there was a pile of soaking wet underwear on the floor beside her face. Pete stepped on her cheek, forcing her pretty face into the pile of soaking shorts for almost a minute before he let her up.

"So what's it going to be?" Grady asked when Pete let her up. He kicked her again, driving one dart so deep inside her cunt that it disa peared between the swollen pink lips of her pussy.

The men grabbed Lynda's arm and forced it out over her head again. Men were stepping on her in other places too. Feet settled down on her arms and legs. Men stepped on her flat, silky stomach and on her full, round tits. Everywhere feet were settling on her lean, long body. Some of the men stomped on her, raising their feet up and smashing them down over and over.

"So what's it going to be, Lynda?" Buck asked. He rubbed a boot all over Lynda's face, smearing her with dirt.

Lynda could barely moved. She couldn't think at all.

"Fuck me… fuck me with your foot," she whispered at last, her voice barely audible. She kissed the sole of Buck's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her tongue past her lips to wash dirt off the leather. "Please fuck me with your foot."

The men cheered. They pulled the darts out of Lynda's tortured cunt before Grady removed his boot and drove his foot into her again. This time he leaned his weight on his foot, pressing it deeper and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the front of his foot pushed past the stretched lips of her cunt. After that there was only pain, pain so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady's arms to hold him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda's cunt. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to escape the terrible intrusion, but there was nowhere for her to go. Half of Grady's foot pushed inside her cunt and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the strength of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

"There we go!" Grady screamed as the heel of his foot disappeared inside Lynda's pussy. "You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow? I bet you never thought you'd be on your back with your legs spread fucking on a man's foot!"

Lynda passed out. Her eyes had hardly flickered shut when Pete aimed his cock at her beautiful face and started pissing. The broken landlady came awake drowning. Her mouth was filled with Pete's piss, her face soaked. When she woke, tasting the bitter piss, she gagged weakly. The men just laughed at her and urged Grady to kick her even harder.

She could feel every inch of Grady's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her tearing cunt lips. The heel of his foot smashed against her clit. Lynda shivered uncontrollably, going into shock. Her big blue eyes rolled and spit drooled from her parted lips.

The men gathered around her, kicking her long, lean body until Lynda was certain they were going to kick her to death. Men lashed their feet into her velvety ribcage. Men kicked her plush ass, her generous hips. Men kicked her slender arms and long, sexy legs. Some of the men even kicked her in the head, knocking Lynda senseless. They would have knocked her unconscious if not for the stream of piss Pete was washing her face with.

The men took turns kicking and stomping on Lynda's full, silky tits. Every time one of the men would grind the heel of his shoe down on top of one of Lynda's tits the pain was so intense that the tortured girl begged for death. Then some other man would swing his foot way back and kick the fleshy mound as though it was a football. Lynda's big soft tit would swing across her chest with such force that Lynda was sure it was being kicked completely off her body.

The men laughed at Lynda's pitiful begging and crying. They spit on her some more, and several of them pulled out their cocks and pissed all over her sleek, sexy body. Lynda whimpered with shame and disgust as the men soaked her creamy tanned body with their stinking yellow piss.

"Fuck that foot!" Pete shouted, dribbling the last of his piss all over Lynda's beautiful upturned face. "Fuck that foot, whore! Kick her harder, Grady! Shit, the silly bitch is hardly feeling it!"

"What's the matter, Miss Cartier?" Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Lynda's battered cunt. "Aren't I kicking you hard enough? You uptown cunts really need to go the whole trip, huh? Well, here you go, big tits! Fuck on this!"

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Lynda's pussy, and she collapsed against the floor, panting like a dying dog. Grady's foot was drenched with cunteam and smeared with blood. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of his foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her poor little pussy. She knew that her cunt would never be the same after all the abuse it had suffered during this horrible night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brutal thrust. Lynda slid three feet across the filthy bar floor, curling into a tight ball in spite of the feet that held her down. She could feel her pussy ripping under the inhuman force of the kick. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

Grady pulled his foot out of her again. Her torn cunt-lips were stretched so wide that it looked as though the men could have driven a truck up inside her. Her once-dainty pink cuntlips were blood red and swollen.

"No!" she whispered as Grady drew his foot back again. She shook her head weakly from side to side as men sprayed her body with piss and rubbed their feet over her face and body. "No, Grady! No more! No more! I can't stand it!"

"Shut up, you big-assed slut," a man said, and flicked a lit match into her open mouth.

Lynda screamed as the match sizzled her tongue. Her spit put it out almost immediately, but not before it filled her mouth with fire. Lynda gulped down the match on reflex.

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

The other men stopped kicking her, stepping back to watch as Grady pounded his foot inside Lynda's cunt. A few men still pissed on Lynda's face and tits, or stepped up to spit on her, but most of them just wanted to see the show. None of them had ever seen anything that compared to the spectacle of Lynda's tall sexy body being fucked by Grady's foot.

Lynda couldn't take anymore. There wasn't one spot on her svelte, supple body that didn't burn with pain. Her cunt and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric drill. Her tits were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an ocean of agony. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thighs around Grady's ankle.

"Spread those legs!" Grady shouted, wiggling his foot around inside Lynda's wounded cunt. "Spread them, whore, or I'll shove my foot up your stinking asshole!"

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky black hair was spread out around her in a wild tangle, her sultry body glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the defiled landlady. It made him want to kick her even harder.

"Spread them, Miss Cartier," he said again. "You aren't the landlady anymore. You're just a sleazy gang-bang barmaid, and we're going to do anything to your big sexy body that we want to. And believe me, whore, we've been going easy on you so far."

Lynda cried hopelessly. She didn't have any choice but to do as Grady commanded. She spread her legs as wide as she could and waited for him to kick her again. When he did, she came.

The orgasm was so powerful, so unexpected, that Lynda couldn't stop herself from screaming out with passion. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a dirty barroom floor, getting foot-fucked by one man in front of an audience of fifty more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the ground to meet the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady's foot. Her ravaged pussy clamped around Grady's ankle, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the floor, and Lynda climaxed again.

She was still cuinming when he pulled his soaked bloody foot from her cunt. And when he made her lick his foot clean, Lynda climaxed again, even as she cried at the depth of her degradation.