R147 – Innocent Barmaid Gangbanged

April 12th, 2012

[M+/f, anal, vaginal, fingering, reluctant, non consensual, humiliation, historical, restrained, creampie, paid sex]

Set in 19th century London, Lacey is a barmaid at a bloke’s pub. It’s her first night, and she’s very eager to please. But when the drunk men start to fondle, tease and humiliate her, she starts to wonder if this new job wasn’t a big mistake. Before the night is out, the men have reduced her to tears. Then they bend her over a bar table and fuck her tight little cunny and her virgin arse. Every man in the bar has a turn in poor Lacey before they let her go.

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Innocent Barmaid Gangbanged

Outside, the trotting of horse hooves precedes another carriage. Men enter the bar, and I move quickly to serve them. My blonde hair hangs in dainty curls over my bare shoulders and my low-cut blouse. “Sit wherever you’d like,” I say sweetly to the them, as I bring a half dozen mugs of ale to another table.

“Oi, why don’t you sit ‘ere on my lap, lass? I got a nice big knob for you to warm up.” asks one of the seated men. I do my best to deposit the mugs on the thick, sturdy table, but they continue to say dirty things to me. “Oi, are you listening, you dumb cow?”” asks another man, his hand reaching up to grab one of my half-exposed tits.

“Ooow! Let me go!” I say, struggling to get away from him. “Please, I don’t want no trouble, sirs.”

“Then sit on his bloody lap for a moment, girl. He just wants a little rub,” the man with my tit pushes me towards one of his friends. I try to get away, but the second man’s hands grasp my waist.

“Oh, yeah, you’ve got a fine arse,” he tells me, pulling me down onto the hard-on that’s sticking out of his pants. All the men turn to look at me, and the pressure of their eyes upon me is humiliating.

“Please, sir!” I beg again. “Please let me go.” I try to lift my butt off of his lap, but his hands pull down on my tiny, corseted waist.

“Oh, you have got a fine arse, girl” he repeats, breathing into my ear. His breath stinks of ale. “Right now I’m thinking of your tight little bum wrapped around my pecker, love.”

My face goes red. “That’s disgusting, sir!” I tell him, trying to get off his lap again. All the men are laughing at me now. “Please, please let me go. I must get ale for the other men,” I say.

“Oh, just move your arse a little bit, bird. Oh yeah, I like ‘em when they struggle,” he tells his friend nearby. “Oh, just like that, yes, bird. Oh, rub your arse on it. Oh god!”

I’m mortified and embarrassed. Everyone is staring at me now, and they have big dirty grins on their drunk faces. “You can’t think I’m really…rubbing my arse,” I say again, but my words break away. They’re all laughing at me, and saying dirty things about me. “I’m not that kind of girl!” I say again, begging someone to believe me.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, what a tight little bum you ‘ave, bird. Oh! Oh, I’m jizzing in my trousers. Keep rubbing it, yes! Like that!” I can feel him spurt beneath me in his pants. Slimy wetness spreads out through his pants and against my skirt. My face fills with disgust, but he finally lets me go.

“Ugh,” I say, grabbing my platter and running back towards the bar. The men let out cat calls, and hoots of encouragement. I reach back around to touch at the creamy spot on my knee-length skirt. Then I grab a towel from the bar, and try to dab it away.

“Oi, Lacey,” says Henry, the bar’s owner and my employer. He’s a big man, and his words are deep and stern. “Try not to be teasin’ the blokes like that or I ain’t gonna be responsible for what ‘appens.”

“But I didn’t, Henry!” I say, pleading. “I’m not that kind of bird. I’d never. You must believe me!” I’m on the verge of tears now. I’m a good girl. I’m not a whore. The only reason I even took this job is because work’s so scarce and I need to help support my Mum and Daddy. “Please?” I ask again.

“Eh, I don’t judge lass. Now go deliver these drinks,” he motions to another platter of frothy mugs.

“Aye, sir,” I say, pulling myself together and heading back out through the throngs of men. Most have returned to their prior conversations, but some still give me dirty looks.

“Nice knockers, lass,” says one man, delivering a sharp slap against my ass as I travel by. I try not acknowledge him; after all, I don’t want to encourage the worst of them. But my red face still flusters in shame.

“Nice big ones, indeed!” exclaims another man as he grabs one of my tits hard with his hand. “Oh, missed yer nipple, lass. Come on and let me try again, eh?”

I recoil from him, continuing through the bar to a far table. “Here you are, sirs,” I say, putting the platter down so they can take their mugs.

“Fine service you offer here, lass. It was mighty heated watching you rub all over that bloke’s lap,” one says. My mouth frowns, but he shakes his head. “Oh, no, don’t be getting like that, bird. T’was a true compliment, my dear. You were one bloody hot cat on his lap. We all saw it, didn’t we fellas?”

I blush some more, moving quickly from the table before anyone tries to get a repeat performance out of me. As I leave, one of the guys grabs the edge of my skirt and throws it up into the air “Hey!” I yell, turning to stare his way with tears in my blue eyes. But he’s already achieved his purpose, I realize in humiliation.

“Oi, pink! I told you, blokes. I told you!” he starts to exclaim, loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear. “Pink little knickers. She fancies herself a lil’ girl, this one does.” I back away, tears streaming down my red cheeks.

“Aye, I’d said she’d be wearing the red ones. Like a little slutty mynx, I did.” says his fellow, grinning. Then he looks to me in annoyance and says, “What, were they in the wash, you stupid cow?” I hear coin hit the table, and I realize in horror that they actually bet on what color my panties would be!

I turn around and storm towards the bar, my face burning and red. I’ve never been so degraded in all my life. Throughout the crowded bar, I can hear speak of my little, pink panties passing from mouth to mouth. Now everyone knows what color my panties are under my skirt; it’s downright embarrassing!

“Henry, may I please go home?” I ask the bartender in a whimper. My blue eyes are filled with salty wetness. I can’t turn back and face those men. I just can’t.

“Aye, I guess you can lass, if you don’t be needin’ the job.” He stares at me sternly.

I resign myself to finishing out the night at least. Swallowing my shame, I take another round of mugs out to the men. This time, every face is on me. Each and every man looks at me like I’m a whore and a slut, and I can feel them undressing me. I’m self-conscious about the tops of my large tits hanging out of my blouse, but my hands are full and I can’t do much about it.

Partway to the table, a man’s hand gently stops me. Pressed against my belly, he makes it impossible to pass. “Please let me through, sir,” I say pleadingly. “My nights been shit, and I really can’t take any more abuse.

“Oh, but this is a toll road, bird,” he says with a wicked smile. His other hand slips under my skirt. I adjust to try to pull myself away, but my plate of drinks tilts and nearly crashes out of my hands.

“Don’t you spill them, Lacey” Henry calls from the bar, “or you’ll be on your hands and knees licking the drink from the floor.” The men respond to that with hoots and cheers; everyone is watching me again.

The man speaks softly to me. A dangerous voice trying to be charming; it just scares me even more. “Oh, we don’t be needin’ to spill those, do we little bird?”

I shake my head as I feel his dirty hand wander up the backs of my legs. “No, sir,” I say with a whimper, and then, “Please, sir, let…”

“Shhh!” he hisses, his hand traveling up the backs of my thighs. “I just want a little feel of your cunny, and then I’ll let you pass, bird. I’m not the first bloke you let touch you there, am I?”

I’m crying now, tears pouring out of my eyes. My skin is flustered and red. I can feel it even under my clothes and across my chest. The weight of the drinks in my arms pins me down and prevents me from fleeing. I shake my head.

“What lass?” he says with a cruel smile. “I can’t hear you.”

“No sir,” I say, turning to look away from his eyes. I stare at the floor. All of the men continue to look at me, though, as his hand moves under my skirt. I shiver as I feel his rough, dirty fingers poke between my legs, into my panties. Then I gasp as he rubs my little opening.

The men are all staring now, mouths open and cocks hard. The man fondling me looks to be enjoying himself…or me, as it were. “Who’d you let stick you ‘ere, lass. Come on, you can tell me. It’ll be our little secret. How many cocks have you taken up your cunt, little miss?”

I gulp away a sob, still staring at the dirty floor. “Just the one,” I say in a whisper. “A boy I knew a few years back. Just the one,” I say again, breaking into a cry. “Please, sir, let me go. Working here. This place, it’s all a big mistake, sir.”

He just ignores me, his mean brown eyes filled with mirth. “What’s his name, huh? Come one, you can tell me,” he says, whispering back at me.

I start to sob as his finger works against my tight little hole. He just waits. “Timmy,” I say finally, crying harder now.

“Oi, listen up fellas!” shouts my tormenter loud. “This little whore has only had one man up inside of ‘er tight, little body. Strike that, just ‘alf a man. Little Timmy stuck it up in ‘er.” The guys start to laugh and jowl, but the man touching my pussy isn’t done yet. “So she says she got ‘er a job here in a bloke’s pub so that she could get some men into ‘er tight, little cunny, isn’t that right, little miss? You want the blokes to stuff you with sausage, eh, you dirty girl?”

I just shake my head. “No, no! No, I never said that!” I say, sobbing. The platter in my arms falters and I nearly drop it.

“Lacey!” comes Henry’s voice again in stern warning.

“Tell them you’re a whore and I’ll let you pass. Come on, Lacey. You want me to let you go, don’tcha?” The man holding me is pulling my panties to the side, and his dirty fingers are poking and prodding my naked pussy lips.

“No, I won’t!” I say, staring down at him. “Please sir, if you have any sympathy or kindness in you, please stop this,” I beg.

He just grins up at me, giving me a dirty smile as his finger sinks up inside my tight cunt. “Oh, but you see, there ain’t nothing good about me, bird. My mum and everyone woman since has said so.” He laughs. “So say it, or I’m going to put another of my fingers up your tight little arse.”

I’m crying so hard it’s a struggle to keep the drinks from falling. I can feel his fingers moving in my wetness, and his rough, dirty fingernails hurt inside my pinkness.

“I’m a whore,” he says for me to follow, in a mock woman’s voice.

“I’m a whore,” I repeat, crying hard as his fingers continue to violate me.

“Louder!” he scowls. “I’m a whore and I only work in a bloke’s pub ’cause I want cock so badly.”

I’m sobbing, staring at him. Finally, I speak loudly, so everyone can here me. “I’m a whore…” I say.

“And!” the man in my cunt prompts me sternly.

“I’m a whore and I desperately want cock inside of me!” I say loudly and hysterically. I can’t believe that he’s touching me like this, much less making me say dirty things.

He’s just grinning at me. All the men in the bar are laughing. One of his fingers probes my virgin asshole, and that sets me off. I yank away hard, away from the man’s hands. The platter slips from my exhausted hands, crashing to the floor. But I don’t care! I’ve had enough of this man and this place.

I swing wide with one of my hands, slapping him hard across the face. “Did that turn you on, you fucker!” I yell at him. But all my slap did was wipe away the veneer of friendliness from the man’s face.

“You little cocktease,” he bellows, standing up from the bench to come after me.

I squeak and turn to run, but men are already blocking my way. “Please!” I scream. “Let me through, please!” But no one moves.

The man I slapped grabs me from behind, and pushes me down roughly against the nearest table. My face slams hard against the wood, and I can taste blood on my lip. “You broke my lip! He broke my lip” I say in shock, the wind knocked from my lungs.

“Oi, he’s going to break a whole lot more, bird,” one of the men chuckles as I feel my skirt being yanked up.

“No! No!” I scream, realizing I’m about to be raped. My hands go back towards my butt, but men grab them, pulling them over my head and holding me down. I scratch one hard in desperation, and I receive a sharp slap on the side of the head in response. “No! Please, no, don’t do this!” I cry out, sobbing against the hard wood.

Then the man behind me rips my panties off, and I can feel bare cock between my legs. “You stuck up little bird. What, you think you’re special, do you? I going to teach you you’re one and only purpose, you little slut!”

I gasp mid-sob as he shoves his cock up inside my tight, little pussy. I’m not very wet, and I’ve only done it once, and he just shoves right into me. “Oooow!” I scream against the wood, but that just seems to excite the men. I’m grunting under the onslaught of the man inside of me. Up between my legs, I can feel a horrible burning and fullness; a tearing as he forces my tender cunny wide upon his cock. Again and again he violates me, until he finally collapses against my back.

Sperm floods up inside of me, between my legs. I can feel the thick goo spreading deep inside, and then flowing out from my little hole. The thought of cream inside my cunt scares me. “Babies! Please, no, don’t cum inside me,” I beg, even though the deed is done.

“Oi, shut up, you stupid cow. You weren’t hardly wet up in there. Be thankful I loosened you up for the next bloke!” the man on my back says, leaning down to kiss my tear-streaked cheek.

“Next bloke?” I ask, my blue eyes wide with horror. But before anyone can respond, I feel another man move up behind me, and then my cunt is spreading for a cock all over again. So this is what they intend to do, I realize, as I pant and gasp on my second big cock. They’re going to take turns using me like this. Holding me down and fucking my body like it’s some kind of gentleman’s doll.

I struggle against the strong arms that hold me down, trying to get away, but the men are too strong. The second cock is bigger than the first, and I feel like I’m going to die as it violates me. Soon enough, it explodes, shooting another thick load of jizz between my unwilling lips.

“Oi, this bitch is in shambles,” says the next man to take his turn between my legs. “There’s bloody cum everywhere.”

“Why not use her bum, eh? That’s not sloppy yet,” calls a man in return, and I start to fight again, crying hard.

“No! No! Not my bum. Please, no!” I scream as I feel the cock pressing into the tightness of my little butt. It’s not right, sticking a cock up into there. But it goes up nevertheless. I scream and kick and bite as my ass is raped for the first time ever. The pain is worse than in my cunt; unbearable, ripping, tightness.

It doesn’t take long for the man in my ass to cum. His semen floods deep into my ass as I cry against the table. He gasps and groans as he pulls his cock out of my ass. I simply slump against the table crying now. There’s no point in struggling; no reason to fight back. They’re too strong.

The next man also has my ass, but at least it hurts a little less. The cum from the prior cock lubricates me, and as I relax, he pumps me in a steady rhythm. He creams me with a loud groan, and the men cheer him on. There are a lot of men in the pub, and it seems like I’m there on the table for an eternity as they each take a turn with me.

When I’m too sloppy and slimy between my legs for the men to feel anything, they poor a mug of ale across my ass. The cold, foamy liquid splashes across my ravaged ass and burning cunt; it washes away most of the thick cum collected there. But as each new cock fucks my ass or cunt, the sloppy goo still inside of my body works out around their pricks in a frothy mess.

At one point, I simply stop feeling anything at all. My mind wanders, my eyes close, and I let them have their way with me. I drift like that for a long time, before the cocks stop fucking my little body. When they finally let me go, it’s late…or early, rather. I can see the light of early dawn filtering through the windows. My body feels broken and sore.

Henry brings me a wash tub, and a few rags. “You were quite the favorite, with the blokes, Lacey,” he says, but I can hardly process his words. Instead, I feel numb. I wash my body with the cold water, but deep inside, I know that I’ll never be clean again after tonight. They’ve broken me. Sullied me. Made me dirty.

“Here’s your pay for the evening,” he says, pressing a bulging pouch of coins into one of my dirty hands. “That’s more than you can make in a month doing any other sort of work, lass.”

I look up at him now, my blue eyes wide and confused.

“If you want to come in again tonight, the blokes will have ye back, lass. The coin’s good, and your folks and little sis need to eat, right?”

Those men just raped me, and Henry is trying to talk me into coming back tomorrow night! My mind swims in disbelief. But looking at the pouch, I realize just how much coin I’ve been paid. And after what happened to me tonight, I don’t think I could ever go back to being a normal girl again. Looking at him, I start to cry again; soft, fragile sobbing. But I nod. “Yes,” I say as I cry. “Yes, I’ll be back.”

Henry just smiles, patting me on the shoulder. “That’s a good lass. Now get home and get some rest. The crowd tonight will be much larger. You know how blokes are; everyone has to tell a friend.”

Pulling my ripped clothing around my ravages body, I stumble up onto my feet. “Home,” I say softly.

“Oi, and use the back door from now on, okay Lacey? This is a respectable pub, and I don’t want honest folk seeing a trollop coming in and out through the front. That’s for proper folks and the blokes to use.”

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