Leah Ann gagged as the thick black dildo was shoved against the back of her throat yet again. Her cries and grunts for air fell on deaf ears. The rubber cock shining with her drool continued to abuse her mouth at a rough pace.
Every muscle in her body screamed to hold the arch it had been forced into by the thick ropes that bound her backward across the bar. Her only comfort was the padding along the frontside partially supporting her upper back, just below her aching shoulders. Her arms and head hung off the front, resembling an inverted crucifix. The back of the bar met the bend behind her knees, her calves dangling, fastened somewhere below.
The rough fiber holding her spread eagled bit into the tender skin of her wrists and ankles. A bit of slack at her ankles allowed her a bit of movement for her legs, but not enough to close them. She clenched her ass cheeks even harder, against the pain. It served to push her hips forward, raising her gently furred pussy higher. Her generous natural breasts shook, each light tan nipple pointing to the ceiling at it's own angle. She choked again, giving an involuntary jerk of her head. Her reward was a harsh pull from the cords that wound her long wavy hair into a tight inverted pony tail, tied to the foot rail of the bar. She fought for breath as it pulled out of her mouth, rudely pushing around her lips in a rapid circle. She knew in a moment it would renew it's assault on her throat. Spit dripped from the rubber and the corners of her mouth, mixing with her tears and sweat as it ran up her face. She thought for sure she was going to die.
Between hard thrusts of the awful tasting latex and gasps of fear tinged air, Leah Ann tried to dissociate herself from what was happening to her captive body.
It had been her night to close the bar. She was almost finished, giving the place one more look before calling it a night. It was long drive home. She knew if she didn't pee now, she'd regret it on the ride. On the way to the ladies' room, she cut off all the lights except for the ones hanging over the long, gently curved bar. They made small pools of light under them. Her purse, keys and coat waited in one of the pools.
While in the washroom, she thought she heard a sound. At first she shrugged it off, but then the thought of the back door crossed her mind. She had assumed it was locked, now she regretted not checking it herself. Very cautiously, she crept to the door of the women's room, opening it just a crack. It opened facing the back door. In the dim light, she could see the slide bolt in place. A huge sigh of relief escaped her, a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She stepped out, a split second later her world exploded in a flash of light and sparks.
A bruising jab just past her tonsils slapped Leah Ann back to reality. The dildo continued it's brutal mouth fucking. Her eyes went wide as it stopped deep in her throat. Even breathing through her nose was now impossible. There was a long drawn out moment, her eyes pleading silently with her upside down attacker. He returned it with an amused smile that never reached his dark eyes. Her world was beginning to turn grey. He let go of the dildo.
She choked, nearly vomiting as it slid from her throat. Ragged sounds came from her as she gulped what now seemed sweet air. The light over the bar reflected off her sweaty body. He moved out of her field of vision. Her eyes darted from side to side, trying to find him. Terror rose even higher in her as heavy footsteps came closer.
He placed a large black leather bag, similar to a doctor's on the table directly in her inverted view. He pulled out a chair and sat, staring at her. Thinking. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. The chair creaked under his weight. Leah Ann could see now how big he really was, and powerfully built. Until now, she had seen only blurred glimpses of his black denim pants. Under different circumstances, she would have gone for him in a heartbeat. He looked into her eyes, almost questioning. The thought occurred to her that this was a game to him, that he was loving every second as much as she was hating it.
She knew it useless to beg him to stop. She had tried that when she first found herself tied naked to the bar. When she wouldn't be quiet, he introduced her mouth to the dildo. That had been about 15 minutes ago. To her, it seemed longer, much longer. The pain from her tightly strained body called her back again.
He stood, moving easily to the bar, again out of her sight. A moment later, she heard the jingle of keys. There was silence, and then the sound of a zipper. A long zipper. She realized he was looking through her purse. He walked back to his chair, getting comfortable as he opened her wallet, having an uninvited look inside her life. He sat forward, glancing up from time to time as he thumbed through the photos she kept. Somehow, she felt even more violated.
He finished and stood, moving back toward her. She heard her stuff being put back, and the zipper again as he closed it. He walked slowly back to the table. This time he didn't sit. He opened the black bag, glancing at her over his shoulder. A smile of sorts creased his rugged face as he withdrew a large white object. Leah Ann's went wide, recognizing it as a very powerful vibrator. This one didn't run on batteries, it plugged into the wall. He turned and stood, his eyes taking in every inch of her. He seemed pleased. He tapped the bulb shaped head into one palm. Leah Ann began to shake.
With a quick step, he moved from her sight. She could hear him behind the bar, looking for an outlet. She gave an inward sigh of relief when she heard him swear, and then laugh. She flinched as he set it directly next to her ear, the hard plastic casing rattling as it settled. The rope holding her hair yanked on her scalp, causing her to give a small yelp of pain.
