Chapter 5

“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 of 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 begged 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, and 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 the 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 quivering, peeled-back 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 inner 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, and 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, sides, and arms. Men spit on her until her silky skin was streaked with their sticky saliva. Lynda writhed on the floor like a 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 her 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.