Blake Garfield - Barmaid in bondage

"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?"