The Bartenders'

Your head feels ready to explode and the room keeps spinning on you. Your breathe comes out slow and heavy, as if the mere attempt to do so is a tremendous feat. You are not able to move your limbs for some time, even after the room has stopped spinning and your breathing has turned back to normal. When finally you start feeling blood flow in your limbs, it comes slowly and painfully. You try to sit up, but the most you manage is to raise your head just a bit. You discover that you are tied on some hard surface, a wooden table or bench or some such. Your hands are tied together in the wrists above your head, the rope hanging above a beam on the ceiling and tied to a metal ring on the wall far behind you. Your feet are also tied, only in shackles that are locked in place at the edge of your "bed", in metal rings t are firmly stuck on the floor.Your legs are tied in such way as to make it possible for you to have some limited move, but still keeping them spread at least half-open at all times!Your 'bed' is too small to fit you properly, so your head lies half out of it, dangling like some rag doll.

Taking a quick look at your condition you notice that you're still wearing your short black dress, but your sexy blue panties have long been removed, obviously by your assailants. They lie on the floor near your head, as if someone had kicked them underneath your bed there. Your breasts are pulled out of your dress, leaving them in plain sight (and reach) of viewers. A collar similar to a dogs' has been worn around your pretty neck and what seems to be a short leather leash dangles from it next to you.The final piece of your attire is something you vaguely recognize from a few scandalous texts on erotic arts you had peeked at a couple of times back in the academy, while you were still a squire. It is a small ring made especially to fit in a victims' mouth, big enough to keep it constantly open but not so big as to cause any harm. It has leather straps that lock around the head to keep it in place. Its function if you remember correctly, other than not allowing you proper speech is....rather unpleasant and one you'd rather not think about too hard.

As you are trying to find a way out of your predicament, you hear a door opening behind you, and heavy footsteps echoing on the stone floor.From your current angle you can only see  the muscular legs and booted feet of the figure, but as soon as he moves closer you immediately recognize the bartender from the Playful Mermaid, his peculiar features and three eyes unmistakable! 

"Ahh, my sweet bums...I see you woke up", he whispers as he comes over you, his hands moving over to grab your exposed breasts, one fleshy globe in each palm. A sharp pain runs through your body as he pinches and twists your hard nipples, and you yelp in pain unable to properly scream. With an evil, almost sadistic smile on his face, the bartender continues "I always take what I want one way or another pretty thing. And no one is gonna miss a little bitch like you anyway". With one hand still fondling your heaving tits, his other quickly undoes his pants, letting them drop on the floor. He slowly moves around the table and when he comes in front of you, you almost scream in shock. Merely a few inches from your face, already standing proudly in mast, is the hugest cock you've ever seen. It must be over fifteen inches long, and at least as thick as your arm, putting even breeding stallions to shame!You doubt any woman could take anything that big in her and survive, experience or not! 

 As if having read your mind, the bartender says, even while moving in for his move," I rarely find willing partners, as you can imagine. But then, I don't need your compliance right now, do I? Feel free to scream as much as you like sweet bums. I'm guessing this could hurt".