baRMAID IN slavery by Blake President Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should have never come down here, '' Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the bulwark with his big, sinewy body. He ran his big hands over her slender throat, broad shoulders and silky arms. `` The Guy who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around town for years. I do n't think there 's a thing in the humankind any of them would wish Sir Thomas More than to hump 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 do n't fucking give me ordination. ``

'' No ! '' Lynda screamed, driving her stifle into one dollar bill 's crotch and tearing at his face with her crisp nails. She ran past him through the glum bar, telling herself that she would have him evicted, maybe even in jail, by the end of the day.

She never had a fortune. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with Buck for eld, grabbed her by her shiny black hair. Pete Fint, a offspring, good-looking guy who always seemed to be pledge, 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 appreciation. Dozens of other men were headed in her direction, drinks in their hands, lust and hatred in their heart. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' Strip the bitch ! '' one dollar bill shouted, wiping a tracing of line of descent from his brass. `` comic strip her naked and beat the damn out of her ! I think it 's meter for this too big for one's breeches jade to ascertain 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 client were all men, and all mean. There was n't one of them who did n't roll in the hay about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her superior attitude and easy lifetime, who did n't hunger for her because of her sexy eubstance and beautiful face. A sunshine went up at Buck 's words, and brutally unattackable work force 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 sleek Orange material of her clinging dress. `` And fucking skinny ! About the exclusively nitty-gritty on her is these jumbo tits ! ``

'' crap ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the full, labialise cheeks of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so heavy that the sexy young landlady moaned in pain sensation. `` Check out her ass and pegleg ! 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 trounce in a thing of second gear, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's toothsome body while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rough roundabout around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to halt the shred of her dress together to cover her bosomy body.

'' darn, '' 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 sassing, a solid jaw and high cheekbones. Her hair was pitch black and shiny, and it splashed past her shoulder in a silky tumble. But her body was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a grandiloquent woman, standing almost six feet even without the heels she was wearing. Her articulatio humeri were all-inclusive and sexy. They had to be wide-cut to support her nipple. Lynda 's pap 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 insubstantial. And her teat were arrant, dark Robert Brown ear that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely diminished. But her hips flowed out generously, full and sonant and inviting. And her wooden leg were wondrous, her thighs lush and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

Lynda Jacques Cartier looked like a womanhood who had been built for sex. The only problem horse could see was that some stupid person cocksucker had forgotten to narrate her.

It was an computer error he intended to correct. `` No ! '' Lynda gasped as sawhorse wrapped her in his big coat of arms and pulled her roughly against him. `` You ca n'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 mouthpiece against Lynda 's, his bridge player were roaming all over her torso. He pinched her ass and squeezed her tits and even cupped his handwriting over the furred mouth of her cunt.

Lynda got one mitt 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 chief by a handful of her silky contraband hair. Then it was his backtalk plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to drive its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both clenched fist, 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 squawk ! '' 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 story 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 scrap from her physical structure. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then drove his fist brutally into the pit of her abdomen. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her forefront up and blanketed her lips with his, she could n't keep her mouth shut. In an instant his vile tongue was probing mystifying inside her helpless mouth. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her arms behind her back.

By the clock time Lynda realized what was happening it was too tardily to fight back. 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 oddment of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even own her hands rid to struggle or break her fall.

The men tossed her back and Forth, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she was n't sure enough what was happening. The men all looked the same, hack and laughing and looking at her with hatred and lust. They did the like things to her, mauling her big mamilla and full ass, squirming their lips against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her mouth, even hitting her with unawares, chopping punches to her tits, stomach and back.

Lynda fell against Pete and he grabbed her by her haircloth, raising his ar until Lynda was standing on tiptoe, squirming with hurting. He grabbed the swatch of fabric that draped her hips and shoot down it away, revealing Lynda 's pink-lipped, dark-furred cunt. Half the men in the bar groaned in collective lust at the unveiling.

'' No, do n't rape me ! '' Lynda gasped, crying uncontrollably and sounding so pitifully frightened that to the highest degree of the men in the bar were laughing. `` Please do n't dishonour me ! I 'll let you take anything you want ! I 'll never tell anyone what happened ! Only please do n'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 nozzle. He levered her jaws undecided and saliva again, this time filling her oral cavity with his spit. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

'' Who else wants in on this ? '' he asked, jerking Lynda 's head teacher to one side so that she faced the balance of the mob of men. `` How about we spit on the bitch ? ``

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spittle. There were a couple dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the former, using her beautiful face for a object. A dozen different men hocked their spit into Lynda 's open lip. The spit of the rest rolled down her perfective tense feature article in mucilaginous streams.

Lynda shrieked, her mind exploding with horror and humiliation over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her wrists, jolt and tugging until the textile bit deep into her flesh.

Pete forced her to bury the pooled spit of at least a XII men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the collected tarradiddle poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his sassing over hers. Lynda cried out in reverence and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his clapper. He grabbed her lush asscheeks and spread them astray, revealing both the pretty pink sass of her slit and the tight stomate of her bunghole. Within an trice the men were attacking her sensitive little fuck-holes with their thick, Myxocephalus aenaeus fingers.

A digit stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's pussy, making her cry out in annoyance. Her pussy was as wet as a cincture and as dry as a desert. The man 's digit tore into her like a jagged wooden splinter. A second later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, Virgin defecator. The pain was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sensitive little asshole.

The fingers were pulled out of her pussy and asshole almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no respite for Lynda. Other fingers replaced the 1 that were gone, stretching Lynda 's tight, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her lush thighs and full, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and limb. Dozens of hands swarmed over her huge, orotund tits, pinchlng and pulling and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda 's cunt and asshole. There were also finger scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her passably pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his mouth off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her nozzle, cheeks, Kuki, even her eyes and brow with his slippery expectoration. And while he did, former men crowded tight around her. A unknown mouth clamped over hers, a unusual knife slurping all the way to the backbone of her throat. tooth clamped down on both side of her long, creamy pharynx, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. Tongues probed her capitulum and traced the delicately business line of her jaw.

'' bastard ! '' she screamed, in the instant of breathing space she had between one man breaking off his violation of her mouth and the next clamping his lips over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll engage men to get you all ! I 'll feature them cut your prick off ! ``

'' You stupid cunt, '' sawhorse said, grabbing her by her slender sleeve and lifting her off her feet. `` Who said you were ever going to get the hazard ? ``

dollar 's powerful hands bit so tightly into her creamy weapon system that Lynda screamed out in pain. Her feet kicked at the air as he hefted her high. Then he threw her face-first against the wail, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, unable to steady herself with her hands tied behind her rachis. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a one-half 12 men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong finger into her arms and tits. One man wrapped his big workforce around her specify waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the clip they slammed her into the wall the fourth time Lynda was barely witting. Her top dog was rolling on her shoulders. Her mouth hung liniply open, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick aspect. The few scraps of vesture that still clung to her articulatio humeri and waistline fluttered like flags as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of line of descent from her long, elegant nozzle. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, stuck-up landlady stripped raw and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, aware of naught now except pain and fear. `` arrest ! Please stop ! Oh, delight stop hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the ill-treatment of her big bosom and tight pussy. They slammed her into the wall another dozen multiplication before Buck told them to throw off her on the syndicate table.

By the clock time they dumped her on the mesa Lynda felt as though every ivory in her lush, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and realized she was completely at the clemency of sawhorse and his rough customers.

'' Now you 're going to learn a lesson, you lousy cunt ! '' Buck snarled, ripping off his belt. He dropped his pants, and Lynda cried out in crude brat at what she saw. `` You 're going to ascertain your place, jade ! And pick up what you 're fucking effective for, too ! ``

dollar bill 's cock was thicker than Lynda 's articulatio radiocarpea and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping head was at to the lowest degree as big as her clenched fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole aliveness, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, could n't bear the sight of the monstrous shaft buck was waving in her management. Even the threat of his big leather bash, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was nothing compared to the arm that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.

'' No, please, no, delight, no ! '' Lynda cried in a minuscule, desperate part. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, dollar, oh please, please, please ! I could n't abide it ! I could n't stand it ! ``

'' The cunt do n't vocalise so gamy and mighty now, '' one of the men said.

'' Do n't concern, cunt, '' another guy said. `` A big kick like you ought to be capable to take Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's cock without tearing too much. ``

'' Yeah, wait to come out worrying until he shoves it up your ass, '' a third man said.

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing zilch but luxuria and harshness in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool table, stripped nude, her mitt tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she 'd taken and in a state of matter of near shock from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her foresightful, luscious body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her head from side to side, curtaining her brass with her silky Negro tomentum. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say please fuck me, Buck ? '' dollar asked, bringing the belt lashing down into her tits again. The big, stark mounds bounced and swayed across Lynda 's thorax with the shock of the coke. `` Maybe you 'd better say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd break tell me just how much you 'd care my big backbreaking cock fucking the squat out of your scummy little pussy-hole. ``

The painfulness was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to anguish so bad. Her sleek, big-titted consistence squirmed against the fleeceable top of the pool board, immersed in an torment that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her skin that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't keep her cries of torment from tumbling past her part lip. She could n't hold on more tears from sliding down her beautiful, sick face. But she swore to herself, with every snow leopard of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg Buck to stick his immense, despicable pecker into her.

Then one dollar bill stepped between her legs and slapped his immense cock against the lips of her pissed, dry pussy, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how piece of ass far you 'll extend, young lady Cartier, '' Buck said in a mocking shade, then slotted the huge head of his cock against the tight pink sass of her cunt. `` You should deliver been getting these for long time, bitch. But I guess you 'll make up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as buck started to push his monolithic shaft against the tiny mouth of her snatch. `` Slow, please slow up, please slow ! ``

'' No, big-tits, '' Pete said with a sneer. `` Fast. ``

The lips of Lynda 's purulent spread wide against the progress of Buck 's gigantic prick. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the lilliputian mouth, her pussy-lips were paste rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the cut folds of flesh stretching past the point of their survival. She tried to jiggle out of the way of the vast fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the table. Then Buck punched his hip forward again, and she could finger herself tearing, feel Buck 's prick sliding inside her.

'' Yeeooowww ! '' Pete shouted. `` You split her wide, Buck ! ``

'' Oh, oh, oh, '' Lynda muttered weakly, certain that her pussy had been ruined forever, suspecting that she was being raped to end on the fleshy, foot-long spear of Buck 's cock.

Lynda 's cunt-lips were distribute all-inclusive around the inhuman girth of long horse 's long peter. lilliputian trickles of lineage ran from the muscae volitantes where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased Buck 's prick, making it easier for him to slew the rest of his rooster inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could let made the bestial rape any easier for Lynda.

Lynda could n't soak up a breath as buck slid his atrocious cock trench inside her kitty. She could feel the petite pouch of her twat stretching in a hopeless attempt to accept the fat, twelve-inch prick one dollar bill was fucking inside her.

Every folding in her diminutive pussy straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four in of dollar bill 's pecker were still outside her twat when the bruising head pounded against her uterine cervix. `` Bitch ! '' he hissed down into her face, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to study it all, whore ! You 're going to take very fucking in even if it kills you ! ``

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her begging. dollar 's cock felt like a rough-barked tree diagram inside her dry cunt. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a natural rubber glove on a sweaty hand. It was as though Buck 's dick was a plumber's helper, and it was pulling her cunt right out of her body. Then, when only the head of his mammoth cocksucker was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her head against the table, the pain in her cunt so intense that it seemed to fill every nerve in her consistence. Two Thomas More column inch of dollar 's peter slid inside her this meter. Lynda could feel something deep inside her split, and when Buck leaned his weight forward the last two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the slap of Buck 's heavily nut against the curve of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, freakish cock.

'' You did it, bitch ! '' a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda 's teat and wringing it as though it were a big poriferan. `` You'retakinga groundwork of dick up your contaminating little slit ! ``

'' Bitch ! '' Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's vast, creamy titty in his work force and crushing them matte against her sleek, aphrodisiacal eubstance. `` Fuck me back now, Lynda -- whore ! crush your cunt on my cock ! Shake your big, aphrodisiacal ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

long horse closed his fists into chela on her satiny tits, then yanked the overweight mounds to the sides with such force that Lynda was certain he was tearing them from her consistency. Her firm ass shot up off the tabular array, and her savaged puss clamped tight around Buck 's cock.

It was pure self-preservation that moved the sexy, captive landlady. Tears poured down her pretty look as she fucked back against Pearl Buck 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his putz, flattening her against the pocket billiards tabular array with every brutal thrust. He swung his ass from face to side, spearing her maimed slit first from one angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful look going pale. She could n't trust the horrifying violation of her body that was taking place, or that she had begged Buck to get it on her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' Buck growled, squeezing her good, round tits until her creamy flesh bulged out between his finger's breadth. `` Such a fast trivial cunt ! rock your big ass for me, Lynda ! shake off it real good ! ``

long horse 's hammer was soaked with Lynda 's blood as he stabbed it back and forth through the torn mouth of her pussy. Lynda trembled on the pool table, shivering at the lightening bolts of pain sensation that nip through her cunt with every knife thrust of Buck 's pecker. Her big blue eyes rolled and a ace, shimmering strand of spit drooled from the niche of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the bawd up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's foresighted, lavish body went limp beneath him.

Grady opened a beer and upended it on Lynda 's helplessly overturned boldness. She came awake choking and vociferation, and before she was fully conscious Grady popped a second can and force-fed it to her in two huge gulps.

Grady opened a bottle of trashy whiskey and poured it all over Lynda 's face. She choked on the hard liquor, snorting on what flowed up her scent and blinking her eyes against its burn wash.

Several men ducked down to lick and go down on at the alcoholic drink. Lynda trembled with repugnance as their natural language 's washed over her face and their lips slurped over her balmy skin.

'' Now shake your slutty ass, whore ! '' Buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush pelvis. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting cock. `` piece of tail me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to make it so no one ever wants to hump you again ! ``

Lynda could n't confine back her cry of terror. It hurts horribly, but the next time Buck shoved his foot-long stopcock into her snatch Lynda bounced her ass up off the table to forgather him.

'' That 's it ! '' Buck shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless bitch even harder. `` Shake your ass, you sweet whore ! clinch your abject pussy on my big cock ! ``

Lynda cried at the profundity of her blasphemy, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the assault of her own body. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too slight, far too recent. Every tearing slice ot Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's massive cock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

'' state me you love it, '' one dollar bill said, leaning over her streamlined, sultry organic structure and washing his tongue over her face.

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her articulation hollow, her optic glazed. clam 's natural language lapped into her eyes, played over her sass, every poked into her ears and anterior naris. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn on the bid nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more acute, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as pleasance, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unendurable rubbing of Buck 's huge prick on her sore clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasance in the centre of this brutal assault almost unhinged the adorable landlady 's mind.

'' Have some more to drink in, Miss Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another bottle of John Barleycorn and poking the neck between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The dazed beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. vaulting horse dropped his head to her full, circular bosom and chewed on her nipples until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new torment. When Grady pulled the nursing bottle out from between her hps Lynda 's head was swimming. For a here and now she was n't even surely where she was. Then Buck sank his strong finger into her creamy sonant ass and jerked her onto his cock and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming physical structure and hammering his massive cock into her with pussy shattering force. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to return your pussy a fucking cock-cream rain shower ! ``

Lynda 's feelings of joy disappeared in an twinkling when she heard what Buck was saying. Her tatterdemalion bitch clamped tight around his pistoning tool and her svelte dead body froze on the puddle table.

'' No, sawhorse ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide, frightened centre. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't dart your stuff in my pussy ! Oh, delight ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' Pearl Sydenstricker Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her mangled pussycat as his cock spurted jism. `` Maybe we can take a leak a screwing infant slut to extend on the family tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as buck 's jism splashed deep into her shred cunt. He had a Brobdingnagian lode, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could feel it, a heavy, wet exercising weight cryptic inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her poor little pussy. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her Buck had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' Pearl Buck said as if he 'd record her thinker while he shot the last of his jism into her fouled piffling cunt. `` You 're my while of ass now, Lynda. Of path, there 's a lot more dogs in this dog house. ``

Lynda wept in shame and debasement at sawhorse 's mocking words. When he pulled his tool from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her blood, she cried in terror. He had ripped her encompassing open with his massive cock.

And he was just the for the first time. Grady was already stepping between her legs, slapping the fat chief of his massive cock down on the plump mound of her pussy.

'' Take a look, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda 's head. bead of blood and strands of sticky fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's typeface. `` smell skilful, does n't it ? good enough to eat. lap my turncock, Lynda. lap it clean of all your nasty pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her lovely features with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the choke mix of sex goo onto her cheek, nose and forehead. He ran his dirty prick over her brim until she wore a coating of awkward red lipstick.

It took every ounce of self-command Lynda possessed to open her backtalk and stick out her tongue. Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, cruddy turncock all over the kickshaw pink lapper.

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and shame as Buck wiped his filthy cock clean and jerk on her somewhat tongue. The taste was so foul that she could n't hold from gagging. `` Nh-ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, please ! Ugh ! ``

'' Oh please ? '' Grady said, a smiling on his look as he slapped his fat turncock brutally against the petal-pink backtalk of Lynda 's pussy. `` Are you begging me to fuck you, fancy-ass Miss Cartier ? Is that what you 're begging for ? ``

Lynda could n't answer Grady with dollar wiping his cock clean on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, grim eye, a miserabie verbalism on her gorgeous boldness. Grady was so turned on by the aphrodisiacal landlady 's suffering that he decided to add a fiddling to it. With a snap of his wrist and a speedy, brutal jab of his hips, he buried his whole foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

'' Ahhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, her optic crossing as Grady sliced his stopcock between her stretched pussy-lips. `` Nhhaaaooowww ! Slow, Grady, please, please slow ! I hurt so much already, Grady ! Please, retard ! ``

'' You had your hazard for slow and you fucking shoot a line it, '' one dollar bill said, wiping her tongue with his cock one last time, then drying it in her silky black hair. `` The only thing that 's going to serve you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's full bosom in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry dead body against his savagely pistoning prick. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue heart empty with shock, her mouth hanging falloff. Her long, lush body jerked with spasms as Grady 's cock pounded her into the pond table. She twisted and writhed on the greens felt of the puddle mesa, her sensual, thrashing body trembling with pain and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasure at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting physical structure was dancing around on his hard prick.
Lynda whimpered in little terror and hunched her ass up off the table to converge Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hips from side of meat to side, wringing the big prick with her hot pussy. She worked her cunt on his cock like a velvet gloved deal, trying to ignore the torture that burned through her diminutive, shattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his potent custody around Lynda 's plush hip joint and jerking her rear and forth on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, fille Cartier. I 'm going to soak your twat with some working-class jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's 1st blast of cum splattered deep inside her already marshy puss. `` Not again. No ... no, not another meter ! ``

'' A lot of fourth dimension, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nozzle with his longsighted, knockout dick. `` So many fourth dimension that by the time we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey mound of jism. ``
She could also sense the firehose splash of Grady 's loud cock-slime in her clobber slight cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate communication channel of flame, and as it soaked into her kitty-cat chassis its heat seemed to fill every inch of her hanker, boozer body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her slit stayed spitted on Grady 's foot long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a nice, seamy fucking, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his prick from her pussy and squeezing out the last of his cum onto her sleek cunt-hair. `` Why, person who did n't experience better would cogitate you were nothing but a sexy whore down here to take on the guys for a hundred bucks. ``

'' Please, no more ! '' Lynda sobbed. Every inch of her sultry, sultry body burned with pain sensation. Her twat felt like so much raw hamburger. `` I ca n't anymore ! It hurts too bad ! ``

'' Open your mouth, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the slope of the table.

Pete took his property between the sprawled beauty 's outstretched legs. `` I want to give you a big wet kiss. To give thanks you for being such a sugariness niggling piece of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her moist lips as soon as Grady told her to, go to the fact that she had to obey whatever orders Buck and his mob of customer gave her. A minute later Grady pushed the fat, swampy head of his cock right into her unresolved mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her call were blocked by the huge axial motion of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her pharynx. She gagged at the taste of blood, pussy-cream, and the cum of two different men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to jerk her oral sex away, but Grady had already impaled her face on four in of jaw-breaking cock.

'' drink it, whore ! '' a man shouted, grabbing Lynda 's full right tit and wringing it like a damp washcloth.

'' Deep-throat him, hussy ! '' another man screamed, slapping Lynda 's lush left tit again and again, turning the creamy pillow red with his handprints.

Lynda did n't have any alternative. Her sass were spread so wide of the mark around Grady 's monumental cock that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't retrieve they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized head of Grady 's putz was bigger than Lynda 's tiny pharynx. When he jammed it against her esophagus, Lynda could n't breathe at all.

Grady did n't care. Lynda 's pharynx stretched encompassing, and then something in the indulgent, wet tunnel tore, as Grady force-fed her column inch after inch of his wrist thick cock. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's throat bulged with the Brobdingnagian girth of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to Shirley Temple out. She could n't depict a breath around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's massive cock. She was in so lots pain that she would consume welcomed a luck to pass out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just wake her back up again. An moment later her pain became infinitely worsened, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his putz up her Virgo asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks astray and pushing his huge cock against the tiny pore of her shitter. `` You 've got such a big confection ass that I just could n't stand sticking my peter up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry consistency froze on the pool mesa. She arched her ass high-pitched above the light-green felt, every fountainhead toned muscularity in her athletic frame tensing hard as steel line. The press of Pete 's vast cock against her bantam asshole damage spoilt than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his clean cock out of Lynda 's mouth, slapping her across the bridge deck of her nose a couple clip before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in revulsion and incredulity. His rooster was so Brobdingnagian. And she had never imagined having a turncock of any sizing fucked into her flyspeck, attendant asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful face going white as Pete 's monolithic cock-head pushed against the mean outer gang of muscles that protected her diminutive voider. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' Fuck you, '' Pete said, dribbling spit onto one bridge player and rubbing it all over his monolithic putz. `` nookie you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to tear you up very bad. ``

Lynda could n't stop fighting him. The muscularity that ringed her asshole locked besotted than they ever had before, trying desperately to occlude the passage of Pete 's stopcock inside her. The strain of holding his turncock out made her shift into a dank sweat. It caused her to shiver uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the Lapplander time.

Men grabbed her full, creamy asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. Other men grabbed her around her waist, by her shoulders and bosom and subdivision and peg. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her tiny asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a tiny, breach vocalisation. The taboo band of muscle that protected her defecator was tiring. She knew it was going to establish way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

The read/write head of Pete 's cock slipped into her asshole.

There was a loud pop. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as wide of the mark as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscular tissue tore. Then Pete 's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't draw a breathing spell with the massive ball of flesh buried inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen firm men. The pain tore her and burned her at the same time, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The lilliputian mouth of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide around the bulging head of Pete 's tool. The knock ring of her asshole was distribute rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A flyspeck trickle of lineage ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts tangible estimable, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the headland, you stuck-up while of shit twat ! Now you 're going to get to bolt every fucking inch ! ``

Those were the last Holy Scripture Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain and the shock of the tearing penetration. The terminal thing she felt was inch after inch of Pete 's enormous cock fucking its way deep into her bowels. Her bantam shit-chute stretched and tore, the miserly halo of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural usurpation of Pete 's wrist-thick prick. It was when Pete 's Lucille Ball slapped up into the shot of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big gamey center rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the luscious landlady. They let her stay on out a few minutes this time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her hitch, sultry torso. Pete fucked her unconscious torso as savagely as he could, pounding his cock into her harry dickhead until his pecker was soaked with her rip. When Pete was almost gear up to cum, he had Grady exposed another nursing bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered voider with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's look with whisky, then jammed the bottle between her lips as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a abject niggling baby as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The sight of her lush lips wrapped around the liquor bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in close and sprayed his burning at the stake hot jism all over her big, indulgent tits.

Lynda cried out in shock and disgust as the greasy line of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like slug tracks running over the rounded pillows of her tits. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his potent script around Lynda 's midget waist and impaling her on his monolithic cock. `` I 'm going to sate up your filthy short asshole with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your ears ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't sympathize what was happening to her. Her asshole had been torn to ribbons. The pain from the roughshod ass-rape was running all the way up into her shoulders, all the way down her longsighted, dipsomaniac legs. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every dissipated fashion possible.

'' Fuck my ass, Pete ! '' she sobbed, thinking that it must be the inebriant and the shock absorber that was doing this disgraceful matter to her. `` Fill my whorish ass with cum ! screw me, you bastard ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! fuck me ! ``

'' Fuck you, drift ! '' Pete hissed back. `` I 'm cumming ! ``

Lynda screamed in agony as Pete flushed her ravaged shit-chute with his burning jism. One gooey streamer after another gush deeply inside her. It felt to Lynda as though she was receiving a jism enema. Pete filled her reamed out asshole with his gluey cum, then pulled his cock out of her shitter and dribbled the concluding of his jism all over the satiny book binding of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the pool table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every endure bit of life out of her. She was too wear upon and hurt to move a muscle. The booze created fog that surrounded her lone made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard rooster across her face, Lynda moaned with desperation. It was drenched with her blood, smeared with her SOB and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to give her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched teeth. She could n't do it. Nothing could be forged than having to drub her own turd off Pete 's filthy, damn cock. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. please not that. ``

'' Okay, '' Pete said with an wanton grin. `` yield her another crapulence, Grady. motherfucker, the aphrodisiac little slut 's had a pretty hard night. She deserves it. ``

Grady uncapped a bottleful of rum this time, and poked it between Lynda 's lips. She did n't desire to wassail anymore, but she guzzled the spirits as it flowed into her sass. Grady made her drunkenness almost half the bottle, and when he pulled it away, Lynda 's head teacher was swimming. And before she could fold her lips Pete had pushed his cock deep into her mouth.

Lynda gagged. Her big, aphrodisiac eubstance shook with her retching. Pete 's cock stretched her lips panoptic and sprung her jaws. He kept pushing until she had swallowed every ghastly in. Then he drew back until only the heading of his prick was still trapped between her brim and fed it to her again.

Men stepped up on either English of Lynda, rubbing their intemperately putz all over her creamy tits. They pushed their dripping cock-heads into her perfectly rounded nipple until her silky skin was slick with their fuck-lube.

Lynda moaned with unexpected delight at the sensation of having hard pricks rubbed over her big pap. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his hammer back until the kickoff few inches of it sat on Lynda 's pink knife. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled mouth Lynda could taste salty pedigree and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid flavor of tinker's damn. It made her need to throw away up, but she did n't try to overstretch away.

'' Suck me, '' Pete said. `` I want to cum again, Lynda, right in your passably oral fissure. ``

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her swallow had robbed her of the endure of her self-possession. Three cocks were working on her voluptuous consistency at the Sami time. The shaft that were rubbing over her breast were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silklike skin. Pete 's cock was clean from its nooky of her bastard, but it was already leaking slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before long lines of her spit and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the recess of her rim, striping her pretty cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasance as sawhorse stepped between her spreading legs. His cock looked long and intemperate and juicy to Lynda 's confused mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The bitch is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her tits said, driving his hammer into the silken mound of her correct tit until most of his stopcock disappeared into the creamy diffuse cushion.

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' buck said, pulling a pool cue off the paries. `` I 'm going to get laid you, Lynda. I 'm going to fuck you really commodity. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her mouthful of turncock as dollar poked the tip of the pond cue between the puff up lips of her baflered pussy. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

sawhorse shoved the pocket billiards cue cryptical inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the long rod of Grant Wood. Her clitoris wiggled as the slick forest rubbed over it. Buck drove the pond cue a ft into her slit with the start dip, then jerked it back out and throw it in again.

The end of the cue knifed into Lynda 's neck and the gorgeous captive landlady thought she was going to die.

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an coming in her life, but she recognized the titillation inside her, the rut that was building in her kitty and stomach. Her snatch clutched at the pond cue as though it was the dick of a prospicient lost lover. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the wood rubbed against it.

'' Oh, yes ! '' she gasped around Pete 's fat cock. `` Oh, no ! Oh, yes ! Oh, no ! Oh, yes ! Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! ``

Lynda 's prospicient, sultry body arched up off the consortium tabular array. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly stroke fender. The slick hollow of her belly rolled like a belly dancer 's. spitting poured out of her sass, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

'' The loose woman 's cumming ! '' Pete shouted, driving his tool into her clasping rima oris. `` Cum, you dirty whore ! Cum like the sleazy jade that you are ! ``

One of the men fucking her pap moaned and started slopping his jism all over her chest. A bit later the other man was cumming too. Lynda wailed with passion as jism poured all over her shifting, creamy tit. To Lynda 's dazed mind the men 's cum seemed like the creamiest lotion she 'd ever been rubbed with.

The men plastered Lynda 's tits with their jism. Gooey melodic line of cum splattered everywhere, striping Lynda 's unadulterated tits and soaking into her silken skin.

Lynda thrashed on the pool table, slurping at Pete 's tool as though it was the most deliciow thing she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty cheeks as she sucked him. She soaked his turncock in her spitting and then sponged it away with her tongue. She nuzzled his tool with her fairly lips. Her face was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the scented, boggy blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

'' I 'm cumming, you dirty puss ! '' Pete shouted, shoving his cock ballseep in Lynda 's throat, then pulling back so that he could spurt his jism right into her wet, waiting sassing. `` Drink some jizz, you fat-titted cow ! Suck it down like the cocksucking piece of whoreson you are ! ``

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's mouth. It exploded off her natural language like shrapnel and soaked every corner of her lip. It filled her boldness until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted invigorated male cum before, and the flavor was so salty and meaty that it made her head swim. She swallowed one gooey mouthful after another, but she could n't keep up with the gluey tidal wave. In an instantaneous gluey globe of cockslime were rolling down her hollow cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

The orgasm rattled through her beaten, bound consistence like a runaway freight power train. Lynda 's sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped off the pool table.

Buck drove almost two foot of the long, slender kitty cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her neck with every plunge, stretching her slit so far out of shape that the deranged beauty did n't think it would ever be the same again.

Pete pulled his cock out from between Lynda 's sass, dribbling the finis of his cum onto her waiting, retrousse face. horse drove the pond cue relentlessly into her slit, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the tabular array and lay limp as a corpse on the green felt surface. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the world spinning away from her as the last dregs of her orgasm poured through her limp, exhausted body. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a vile mob of savage men. She wished she could just die. She had the wicked feeling that it was going to be a long metre before the men let her do that, or let her hightail it them in any former way.

CHAPTER THREE

They untied Lynda and made her manner of walking over to the bar. Lynda 's long, shapely legs felt like rubber. She weaved drunkenly in the midst of the crew of men. They made affair even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her tits, slapping her ass, fucking finger's breadth into her reamed-out cunt and asshole.

Lynda felt like something less than human being as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her luscious body on exhibit for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and parentage down her creamy thighs. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned body, as though she was some mindless, sexy creature they had bought and paid for.

When Lynda finally reached the bar, hands grabbed her from every incline. She was lifted off her animal foot and thrown on the bar the same way she had been thrown on the pool table earlier. This time, though, her head was hanging off one side of the bar and her ass was hanging off the other.

Her long sexy legs dangled toward the storey, the spindle of her blackguard barely brushing the hardwood open. Men stretched Lynda 's limb out to her English and tied her wrists to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in anguish as the men tugged her blazonry out painfully broad. The men left her legs free, joking with each former about how they wanted her able to enclose those long, meaty legs around their can while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a sexy meal ready to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her implements of war were pulled all-encompassing and bound and from the way only a tiny portion of her back had to support all her weight.
'' soul stick a cock in dessert little Miss Cartier and take her brain off what we 're going to do to her. ``

Lynda grunted with pain as a big man with a lot of missing tooth stuffed his cock into her cunt. She wrapped her foresightful, hefty legs around his ass almost on unconditioned reflex, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how agile they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a existent woman. The man 's cock was no more than seven column inch long, but Lynda 's cunt was so clobber and swollen that it felt like it was two feet long.

'' Please block off ! '' she moaned, staring up at Buck, her big dark eyes scummy and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her long, sexy body up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasure as she whipped her hips from side to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to discombobulate the smoldering match off her silky peel. He wrapped his big hands around her silken rosehip and pounded his cock into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her cunt clenched squiffy around the man 's shaft, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The cool upsurge of jism into her hurt pussy was like a salve to Lynda. Her howler of pain turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, souse legs tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high pff the mesa, merging every savage knife thrust of his spurting putz into her pussy. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

'' That 's it, you fancy slovenly woman, '' Pete said, puffing on his own coffin nail. `` You keep moving that ass just the way you are now ! ``

'' I 'll bet Miss Cartier did n't think she had adequate energy left to excite her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ash from his butt into Lynda 's subject oral fissure. `` Here, titty, let me show you how we really want you shaking that big, aphrodisiac ass ! ``

The man who had fucked her was pulling away, wiping his slimy shaft clean on Lynda 's creamy thigh before he left her. Before the next man stepped up Grady ran his cigarette down one position of Lynda 's pink pussy-lips and up the other. Then he jabbed it quickly right into the center of her gaping, dripping cunt.

'' Please, please, please ! '' Lynda shrieked, thrashing around on the bar as though she was suffering some kind of fit. `` Anything ! I 'll do anything ! I 'll fall in you anything ! Please ! ``

'' Now you 're going to get it, slut ! '' the man growled, hooking her leg over his shoulder and slapping his fat putz against the swollen pink lips of Lynda 's snatch. `` I 'll bet you 've never had prick stuffed in both your dirty yap at the Same prison term, have you ? ``

'' Answer him, lady of pleasure ! '' another man shouted, sliding the head of his cock into the fast crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigaret he was holding across the backrest of Lynda 's knee, making her ululation in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the Sami prison term. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her part shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the rear of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy little holes fucked at the same time. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't take anymore ! ``
At that minute the man in movement of her fucked his fat cock into her pussy. Lynda grunted with pain at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his severe cock up her midget shit-chute, she felt the creation spinning away from her again. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the fag like a dutiful slave.

The men let her outride unconscious for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her tug and wiggle and groan while her conscious mind was on hold. The men fucking her cunt and motherfucker battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their pecker into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first two plunk for way, two Sir Thomas More stepped up to take their places.
After the instant duad of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's twat and whoreson, vaulting horse decided it was clip to awaken her up. A man got so excited that he shot his load, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful face with his jism. As the slushy cock grunge slithered over her cheeks Lynda started crying again, her whole organic structure shaking with the strength of her grief.
Buck fucked her severe and fast, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to bind Lynda to keep her from being knocked over the side of the bar. Her tatterdemalion shitter turned with the friction of Buck 's arduous shaft fucking late inside her. She could feel the moist canal stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the Saami again. The jolting of the brutal fuck caused Lynda to splatter pee all over her expression, but dollar bill did n't appear to mind.
His monstrous pecker still hurt her bantam voider so badly that she could n't stop shivering, that she felt as though her binding was being broken. But it was starting to excite her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the knife thrust of Pearl Buck 's hammer up her ass was starting to become her on.

Lynda iifted her yearn, sexy stage and wrapped them tightly around sawbuck 's muscular ass.. Her kitty-cat was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged bunghole flexed around his ruining cock as though it wanted to squeeze every Panthera uncia of jism he had out of his balls and deep into her body. Her bantam cries of pain transformed themselves into oink and groan of pleasure.

'' separate me you love it, whore, '' buck said, fucking his cock into her cocksucker as though he wanted to fuck it out through her full-lipped mouth. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a estimable little slattern, '' Buck whispered. `` Such a beautiful little slut. And such a big young lady. You 're the sexy bitch this town has ever seen, Lynda big tits, big ass, and the honeyed little grimace a man could ever want. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Pearl Sydenstricker Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Buck tight with her yearn legs, flipping her ass up to see every push of his immense tool. `` I 'm your whore, Buck ! I 'm your trollop ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh shit, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' horse gasped, grinding his peter savagely into her shitter. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big honeyed ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot piffling cunt. ``

Lynda cried with disappointment when Pearl Sydenstricker Buck yanked his prick from her arse. She shrieked with ecstasy when he buried it to the hilt in her snatch. Her climax hit her like a cannonball along motortruck. She went into convulsions, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her tits, tearing and twisting at the big, satiny pitcher's mound until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big eye glazed, spit drooling from the corners of her sass. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, Buck ! Oh, Buck ! Fuck me ! ``

Buck screamed with pleasure too. Her cunt was so wet and hot that Buck could n't hold back anymore. It squeezed and tugged on his hammer in a convulsion of pure lecherousness. With a oceanic abyss, recollective groan he hosed his jism up her burning at the stake hot pussy.

'' Agggggghhhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda shrieked, deranged with the pleasure she was feeling. `` Oh ! Ohhhhh ! Yes ! ``

sawbuck 's jism burned into her kitty-cat like acid. Every wet shot of his cum inside her drove Lynda a little bit crazier. Her slit clamped around his cock as though it never wanted to let it go. One orgasm after another pounded through her beautiful, thrashing body.

'' Do you want to love these other cat now ? '' Buck asked at last, fucking his still-hard stopcock inside Lynda 's swampy pussy. `` Are you going to make all my friends find good ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her head and driving her pelvic girdle up at Buck 's thrusting rooster. `` I 'll roll in the hay them all so serious ! I 'll make them all cum so good ! ``

'' Good, '' Buck said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her cunt. `` return her a bottle, Grady. The beneficial stuff. I think we 've got a veridical pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted working girl is ready to pass water us all real felicitous. ``

'' And for a real long time, '' Grady said, pulling a bottle of whiskey off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this shit she might just love us all as a great deal as she loves you. ``

'' I aiready do, '' Lynda said, her judgment nearly unhinged. `` I love you all. All of you, and all of your big, hard cock ! '' When Grady shoved the nursing bottle between her back talk, Lynda drank the whiskey as though it was mother 's milk.

CHAPTER quaternity

'' Pretty cocks, '' Lynda cooed, looking up at the stiff, dripping shit that surrounded her. `` Such pretty, pretty cocks ! ``

Grady had made her drunkenness nigh of the feeding bottle of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three hard cocks that were pointing at her face. Behind her two Sir Thomas More stiff shaft were rubbing over the lush, silky cheeks of her ass. Dozens more operose, dripping cocks were waiting to look at their turns on her. The word of what was happening at one dollar bill 's Bar had spread through the town. The office was packed now, so full of horny men that Pete had had to lock the threshold and plow off the star sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

'' Please do n't hurt me, '' Lynda said in a little-girl voice, looking up at Buck. `` Please do n't hurt me bad ! ``

'' Why would we need to pain you now ? '' Buck asked, flashing the other men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a in effect little fille, such a good, big-titted little young lady. ``

'' I am a good young woman, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when Buck rubbed his hand over her typeface, she licked and kissed his fingers like a happy short puppy. `` A very good, big-titted daughter. ``

'' Let 's fuck her, '' one of the men rubbing his cock over her to the full, pear-shaped ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. `` Hey, whore ! Tell us you want us to have a go at it you ! ``

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her crystal blue-blooded eyes widely and heedful. She was drunk almost to the point of passing out and in a Department of State of stupor from all the fucking and overrefinement she had endured. `` I want you to have intercourse me right now ! ``

'' And stupefy you ? '' Pete asked, stepping up inside Lynda and slapping his belt softly against the minuscule of her back.

'' Oh please, '' Lynda said, fat tears slipping down from the corner of her big, blue eyes. `` Yes, please trounce me too ! If you want to amaze me, that 's what I want too. ``

Lynda looked to Buck for commendation, and when she saw him grin, she felt warm and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady fellow, and in her drunken, muddled commonwealth that was what vaulting horse seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to cause him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the headland of his putz between the swollen, drooping lips of her twat and fucked his hammer inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, silky thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their heavy, leaking stopcock all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic face. One of them plunged his cock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his cock until Lynda 's pretty aspect was mashed into his frowsty genital organ hair.

Then the early man behind her step stuffy and pushed the head of his dick against the cock-stuffed lips of Lynda 's pussy.

'' Mmmmgggrrffhhhh ! '' Lynda cried around her taste of prick. She arched her back against the god-awful press on her cunt, jerking her big, aphrodisiacal ass wildly from side to side.

Her pussy had been fucked at large and filled with so often jism that it was slick as greased ice. Her pussy-cream was running down the insides of her thighs.

Even that much lubrication could n't comfort the penetration of two slurred cocks into the squirming, captive body. She squealed with painful sensation as the arcsecond man pressed his prick into her tiny pinko pussy mouth.

The head of the man 's dick popped into her pussycat, stretching the mouth of her swell up cunt wide. Lynda cried out in torment, then moaned deep in her throat as the man drove his prick to the hilt inside her. Her farseeing, sultry body trembled with the pain of the abnormal penetration.

Her miserable, tattered cunt felt like a wind sleeve on Christmas good morning, stuffed so full of toy that it was stretched almost to the gunpoint of bursting across-the-board open. Her branch felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some huge wooden stake, one that was piercing every column inch of her body, driving a Italian sandwich inside her that was going to cleave her in two.

Her throat was clogged with stopcock. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her face. The man on the right field slapped her cheek with his turncock, beating Lynda 's pretty facial expression as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened length of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his cock all over her boldness, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick head of his prick into Lynda 's wide blue eyes.

The man in the center was fucking Lynda 's pharynx as though it was her snatch. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing jab, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could drive his pecker in deeper. He pulled his tool out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even cryptical past her oesophagus. The center man took over slapping Lynda 's face, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her nozzle and impudence and forehead.

'' face at the whore ! '' `` Take those cocks, you sleazy rove ! You 're starting to learn are n't you ? Tell us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking space yet ? ``

The man on the right pulled his spit-soaked peter out of Lynda 's hungry lip, leaving her mouth free to answer. All three men were wiping their turncock over her fount now, overwhelming Lynda with the two feet of stiff tool they were making her pleasure. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the face with their stopcock. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before farseeing her beautiful typeface was soaked with their pre-cum.

'' solution me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy cutis was crossed with angry red welt. `` What should a hussy be doing ? What 's the only matter a big-titted, big-assed landlady cunt is good for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her voice shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the three-bagger prick-beating the men in front of her were giving her reasonably boldness. Spit and fuck-lube poured over her backtalk in gooey Strand. `` A bitch with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty consistency to make men feel good ! She should be on her knees ! On her vertebral column with her legs in the air ! On all fours, taking a cock from behind like the squawk dog she is ! ``

'' What are you, then, young lady Cartier ? '' Grady asked, stepping up with a lit coffin nail and pressing it against the reamed-out pink bud of her asshole. `` William Tell us who you belong to and what the fuck you are. ``

'' A lady of pleasure ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual torture as the man behind her wrecked her snatch with their piece of tail. `` A fornicatress ! I 'm a cunt and an ass and a big, bouncy set of tits ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to hold fast his cock in my slutty dead body and adopt me like the bitch I am ! Fuck me ! screwing me ! Oh hoot, I 'm such a dirty whore ! ``

'' That 's veracious, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the cigarette off her electrocution asshole. He hefted his fat cock in his hand and aimed it at the lowly of Lynda 's book binding. `` What do you know, Guy ? The dumb strumpet got it right. ``

Her puss clutched tight around the double-fucking cocks that stuffed it, and an orgasm exploded through her.

'' suck this cock, bawd ! '' one of the men in strawman of her shouted, punching his spit-slick prick between her lush, parted lips. `` Suck me off, you shitty bitch ! ``

Lynda locked her sassing tight around the big cock, hollowing her impertinence as she applied sucking to the meaty length of slit. She lashed her tongue on the bulging cock-head, drooling spitting and pre-cum down her chin.

She leaned her nerve into the cocks that were pushing against it. She was cumming, and she could n't get enough of the five cocks that were simultaneously ravaging her yearn, sexy frame.

She tried to buck her ass back against the hard-driving hammer of the two men behind her, but their double over fuck-thrusts pounded her back against the side of the bar. It felt as though her pussy was being worked over by a hard-punching fighter, hammered fffst with one fist and then the other.

The men varied their rhythms so that sometimes they would shoot spell jabbing their cocks into Lynda 's pussy and former clip they would Ezra Loomis Pound in and draw and quarter out at the same time. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a turncock that never needed to pull back at all, that only thrust and poke and thrust, beating her snatch to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring two-baser impact would knock Lynda senseless, jolting her farsighted, lush dead body with the force of a speedmg truck.

'' cunt ! '' the man she was sucking roared, clamping his strong hands against the position of Lynda 's header and fucking her pharynx with rabbitqulck fuck-thrusts. `` You 're making me cum, landlady ! suck some jizz, you gorgeous cunt ! ``

Lynda gagged on the first thick streamer of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the wrong way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her pry and splashed out of her mouth. The side by side throat clogging splash poured like a lava flow down her throat and into her stomach. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking sass with tacky fuck-slime. Still choking on the first icky banner of cum, Lynda could n't get down any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' tope it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her fairly face. He pounded his fists into the incline of her header, knocking her almost unconscious mind. `` drink in it, slut ! fuddle it, whore ! deglutition my jizz, you big-assed piece of dickhead ! ``

Lynda tried as hard as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a jinx of disgust he pulled his spurting cock out of her sassing and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with delight as he fired viscous jism pennon into Lynda 's wide centre. The cum streamed down her face like split. Finally he smeared his cock all over her pry, leaking the last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

'' Oh yeah ! '' one of the other men shouted, stuffing the head of his cock between Lynda 's parted, cum drooling sass just as he shot his maiden thickset dollop of jism. `` Here 's some more, landlady ! sucking it down, you sorry cunt ! ``

Lynda did n't even try to bury his load of cum. It was splashing into her mouth too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her face, webbed her back talk and teeth together. Her sass blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a double burden of cum. By the time the secondment man pulled his still-spurting shaft out of her mouth Lynda was wearing a beard of steamy, lousy tweed jism. The man splashed the finis of his cum all over her face, beating her with this cock while he fouled her cheeks and intrude and os frontale with his loud cock-julce.

The one-third man plunged his dick between her jism-frosted lips. His cum poured into her mouth like water system from a tap, and Lynda clamped her back talk tight around his prick just behind the rooftree at the cover of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her sassing, but she could n't swallow fast enough to keep up with the oversupply of cum. Her tum felt swollen with jism. Like his protagonist the man pulled out to shoot the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, pale brass. By the fourth dimension he was finished there was n't an inch of her beautiful face that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his grueling cock in his hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's binding. He striped her with long, silverish strands of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with CVA of his big leather smash. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of agony and go as her sultry trunk was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

'' bitch ! '' one of the men fucking her pussy screamed. Both men wrapped their big workforce around Lynda 's tiny middle and jerked her dorsum against their bludgeoning cocks. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot petty snatch ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her snatch was impaled on the two monolithic pecker. Two span of cum dense balls were slapping against the vertebral column of her thighs and two long, thick cock were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful body. `` Oh, fuck ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

Lynda 's injured cunt convulsed around the paired, tearing cocks, squeezing on their cum as though it wanted to hit it up up every drop of jism they fired.

A man grabbed her by her silky dark hair's-breadth and jerked her headspring to the side of meat. He jammed the nous of his turncock against her parted lips just as he started to cum, and bathed her brass with his icky fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's lip together with his cum, painted her Kuki-Chin and cheeks and poke. Sticky undulation of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful brass, almost a fourth of an inch thick in some spots.

It was too very much for the drunken, battered mantrap to place upright. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the sexual marrow of tending for a mob of almost fifty men. Her nerve was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in agony, but she could n't tell the painfulness from delight anymore, and an orgasm was burning through her aerodynamic body.

The men fucking her cunt pulled their pussy-soaked stopcock out of her dripping twat. They rubbed them scavenge on Lynda 's lush, creamy ass, and the broken landlady could n't sustain herself from hunching her ass back against the big pricks.

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's delicate hands were forced around two big cocks. Four men crowded around her promontory, smearing their stopcock all over her already slimed face. Her legs were grabbed by strong hands that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishbone as the men forced her into a split that left her legs pointing out straight to the sides of her torso. She felt the muscles that ran down her inner thighs wrench and tear under the terrible pressure as the men tied her ankle and knee joint to the face of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her legs, and for the second gear time two huge, voiceless shaft plunged into her cunt at the same time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to wait for turns fucking her gorgeous, captive consistence. Men kneeled on the bar to either side of her body and plunged their cocks against the full phase of the moon, fleshy globes of her tits. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her mamilla and crushed it brutally around his stiff, hard cock.

Her cunt felt as though it had been pounded to mush. She could n't emit with her backtalk still clogged with jism and four stopcock poking all over her face. Her hands were already mucilaginous with the fuck-lube of the men who were making her beat them off.

The pain from her mashed, fucked boob was so terrible that Lynda could n't keep from arching up off the table, from wiggling and jerking in a raging attempt to ease some of the agony she was feeling.

The men playing their cocks over her fount started to slap her with their motherfucker. Each meter one of the hard cock hit her beautiful expression there was a loud, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more weight behind the fat dick that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so hard that they were bruising her pretty, scummy look. Lynda kept her oral fissure wide open, hoping that at least one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her slit were the 1st ones to cum. Lynda 's cunt was slick and hot, and stretched to the decimal point of bursting around two hard prick. The friction was too a great deal for the men to take. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her overemotional little fuckhole. When they pulled out a wafture of jism followed them. It looked like a gooey E. B. White glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle President George W. Bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's cunt. The dazed, boozy beauty moaned with shame and joy as he fed her every inch of the thick, operose bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her pervert pussy as another coming wracked its way through her bounds, beautiful body. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big soft knoll with flashy thick cock goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry body squirming feeble on top of the bar. Her flat small stomach rolled like that of a belly dancer as orgasmic convulsion seized her. One of the men rubbing his cock over her face groaned with pleasure at the sight. He splashed her face with his julcy cock-filth, further coating Lynda 's pure features.

The men who were making Lynda drum them off came at almost the same prison term, edging closer to her body so they could swash her full pap and satiny flat stomach with their cum. The man fucking her left tit climaxed too, turning the big, gentle Earth into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the sensation of having three dick spurting jism onto her boldness at the Saami time. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let them shower her with cum. filament of fuck-filth crossed her face from every direction. Jizz poured into her open mouth until it overflowed down her impertinence and chin. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under pools of loud cum. Her shiny black hair was frosted with streaks of marked-up T. H. White cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar stools. Lynda 's long, luxuriant legs were jerked extensive, her feet settled on potty and then sat on by heavy men. Two potty were put under her abject body, one under her full, slick ass and another under her matte trivial stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's venter, driving the air from her squirming, confined body. There were stools under her articulatio humeri and drumhead, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' Buck said, straddllng her head. Lynda had to scoop clotted jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to give you a fortune to get to know me really well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, '' Lynda said softly, running her tongue through her lip to clear it of cum. `` I want to know you forever, Buck. What are you going to do to me now ? ``

'' establish me a osculate, Lynda-slut, '' Buck said softly. `` give me a nice, wet candy kiss on my asshole. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as dollar bill spread his asscheeks all-inclusive and sat on her face. The tone down filth of his asscrack smeared over her nerve and oral fissure as he settled down on top of her. The smell made Lynda retch, but there was naught in her stomach to come up. She dry heaved as vaulting horse crushed the lousy mob of his whoreson down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his tool roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out asshole. Buck clamped both of Lynda 's lenient hands around the difficult stalk of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's foundation rubbed their cock over her perfectly shaped calves. The man sitting on her tum drove the fat fountainhead of his putz into her navel. Lynda was serving five cocks at once, again. Her sex-shattered mind tried in vain to look how many cocks she had already pleasured, and how many more were waiting to debilitate their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

dollar made her lay his huge, hard cock between her big, creamy teat, then crushed the silky mounds together with his substantial hands. Lynda 's hands were pulled up and fitted around other cocks. Lynda stroked them diligently, tickling them and pulling them and rubbing their slippery pre-cum all over.

'' lock your pretty lips on my dickhead, '' Buck said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's face while he stabbed his pecker between her creamy mamilla. `` Do n't you need a dainty, wet kiss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to snog until you prove you 're good enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with shame and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the stringent closed chain of clam 's shitter. The big man moaned with pleasure and plunged his putz even more savagely between Lynda 's tits. Lynda clamped her lips to the nasty tintinnabulation and teased her lingua against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the sleek valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her motherfucker spurted his burning hot jism inside her. Her reamed out dickhead clamped tight as a vise around his gushing cock, pulling his jism trench inside her helplessly squirming soundbox. The man sitting on her mortise joint shooter long, oleaginous fibril of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spastic as an orgasm of her own tore through her abused body.

Driven by the demoralize passion that was burning through her, Lynda drove her clapper late into Buck 's asshole. She tasted his shit and gagged, but she did n't stop. She locked her mouth tight around the bud of his defecator, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his lip instead of his prick. Buck shouted with pleasure and mashed her titsso tight around his prick that Lynda shrieked in agony.

A cock speared into her cunt, fucking her so brutally that her body shook with every thundering impingement. One of the men she was beating off came all over her slender, creamy arm. The man fucking her came after only a dozen strokes, his jism pouring out of her swampy slit almost as quickly as he shot it in.

Lynda slithered her tongue all over long horse 's dampness, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a trace of shit to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't stop herself. She stabbed her tongue back up his asshole and wiggled it around, and he moaned with joy. A moment later he was cumming.

Lynda climaxed with her master as he hot his jism all over her big tits. The former man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with lines of fuck-filth. Pearl Buck 's jism coated her silky mammilla, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the huge mounds until they shined. The man sitting on her other foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her self-conceited tap cunt-lips with his gluey globs of cums.

'' You 're learning, are n't you ? '' Buck said, getting off Lynda 's brass and slapping her impudence so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful human face was smeared with glowering brownness stains. `` Before we 're done with you, you wo n't even remember your fucking epithet. ``

Thomas More men moved in on her. They fucked her slit. They fucked her asshole. They shoved their hard, dripping cocks between her sensuous, part back talk. They fucked her tits and made her mariner them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious mind and woke her up a half twelve clock time. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her branch, pursed her lips, ran her hands all over their dick. The men kept giving her Thomas More to drink, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

The men dragged Lynda 's sultry, cum-soaked body across the bar. Lynda hung her head whlle they tied her in position. tears ran tracks down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

CHAPTER quint

'' No ! Please, no ! Please no, delight no, please no ! ``

Lynda could n't quit mendicancy. The actor's line 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 highschool above her capitulum, far out to her sides. Her stage were spread encompassing, too, held by ropes to studs in the rampart. She was held off the ground, suspended by the Mexican valium that cut into her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles.

'' Shut your fucking mouth, Miss Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, then shook his header.

'' Ought to fucking clean her up, too, '' Pete said, looking over Lynda 's sultry, cum-soaked organic structure. `` We want to see what we 're fucking aiming at. ``

Grady grabbed a one-half dozen pair of dirty, discarded underclothes off the filthy taproom floor. Pete pulled a couple seltzer bottles out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, panicked eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her recollective, sleek eubstance. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered typeface with the punishing streams of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with piddle. Her slick sinister hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

'' Open extensive, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her mouth wide open. `` You 're not lots good for piece of tail, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash this nasty underwear for us. ``

'' Please, Grady ! '' Lynda cried, looking pitiful and gorgeous as she beed for mercy. `` I 've tried to be a full girl ! I 've fucked everybody ! I 'll do anything you want ! Please, just do n't hurt me like this ! Do n't hurt me so bad ! ``

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a duad of underwear into Lynda 's mouthpiece, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to acquire your place, whore. When we 're done with your sweet physical structure, you 'll either know it or be too fucked up to care. ``

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 of all time in hours that a rooster had n't been buried inside her, a hand had n't been mauling her tits or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda 's dead body was spreadeagle in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her body like two creamy soft, water-filled balloons. Her mammilla were hard little points. With her consistency stretched and tied, her waist looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the side of her sybaritic body. Her pinko cunt-lips were scatter spacious, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to assume some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

'' nooky me ... fuck me with your base, '' she whispered at last, her voice barely hearable. She kissed the sole of buck 's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her tongue past her lips to wash dirt off the leather. `` Please have sex me with your foot. ``

This time he leaned his weight on his foot, pressing it deeper and rich inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her slit. She screamed when the forepart of his foot pushed past the adulterate back talk of her cunt. After that there was only infliction, infliction so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's coat of arms to view as him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda 's pussy. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to head for the hills the fearful intrusion, but there was nowhere for her to go. one-half of Grady 's foot pushed inside her snatch and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the strength of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the blackguard of his foundation disappeared inside Lynda 's pussy. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your back with your branch spread fucking on a man 's foot ! ``
She could feel every inch of Grady 's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The bone of his mortise joint rubbed against her tearing cunt lips. The cad of his foot smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, Miss Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Lynda 's battered bitch. `` Are n't I kicking you firmly enough ? You uptown slit really call for to go the unscathed misstep, huh ? Well, here you go, big bosom ! nookie on this ! ``

Grady pulled his metrical foot completely out of Lynda 's pussy, and she collapsed against the floor, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's foot was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of his invertebrate foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his mortise joint inside her poor minuscule kitty. She knew that her cunt would never be the same after all the abuse it had suffered during this horrible night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brutal poke. Lynda slid three feet across the cruddy bar floor, curling into a pissed ballock in spite of the feet that held her down. She could feel her snatch ripping under the inhuman effect of the thrill. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

Grady pulled his foot out of her again. Her torn cunt-lips were stretched so full that it looked as though the men could consume driven a truck up inside her. Her once-dainty pink cuntlips were line of descent red and swollen.
'' Shut up, you big-assed slut, '' a man said, and flicked a lit match into her afford mouth.

Lynda screamed as the match sizzled her glossa. Her spit put it out almost immediately, but not before it filled her mouth with blast. Lynda gulped down the peer on reflex.

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

The other men stopped kicking her, stepping back to ascertain as Grady pounded his foot inside Lynda 's snatch. None of them had ever seen anything that compared to the spectacle of Lynda 's tall sexy body being fucked by Grady 's foot.

Lynda could n't take anymore. There was n't one spot on her svelte, slender consistency that did n't burn with pain. Her cunt and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electrical recitation. Her teat were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an ocean of suffering. And now Grady was kicking the Irish bull out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush second joint around Grady 's ankle.

'' Spread those legs ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his foot around inside Lynda 's wounded bitch. `` Spread them, whore, or I 'll thrust my metrical foot up your stinking asshole ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky melanise hair was spread out around her in a wild tangle, her sultry trunk glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the defile landlady. It made him desire to recoil her even harder.

'' Spread them, Miss Cartier, '' he said again. `` You are n't the landlady anymore. You 're just a seedy gang-bang barmaid, and we 're going to do anything to your big sexy body that we want to. And believe me, whore, we 've been going easy on you so far. ``

Lynda cried hopelessly. She did n't give any pick but to do as Grady commanded. She spread her legs as wide as she could and waited for him to plain her again. When he did, she came.

The sexual climax was so powerful, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't arrest herself from screaming out with warmth. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a dirty ginmill storey, getting foot-fucked by one man in front of an hearing of fifty more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the terra firma to meet the pussy-jarring jounce of Grady 's foot. Her ravaged pussy clamped around Grady 's mortise joint, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the story, and Lynda climaxed again.

She was still cuinming when he pulled his soaked foot from her cunt. And when he made her lick his foot clean, Lynda climaxed again, even as she cried at the profundity of her degradation.


CHAPTER sevener
Buck dropped to his knee behind her and wrapped his strong script around her plush, silken thighs. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her peg as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in agony as he flattened her long, sultry body on the cruddy toilet story. Then he drove his vast, hard stopcock up her dickhead, and annoyance shot through her body like liquid fire.
'' escape from your big seraphic ass, honey ! '' Buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot fiddling shitter on my big pecker !
Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy base, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while buck demolished her sexy dead body. Every goring stab of his pecker made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His warm hands jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his human knee beside Lynda 's boldness. Lynda jerked with surprise when his dick splattered her face with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her nerve and into her ear. Jism slithered over her good mouth and dripped from her nose.
'' I said screwing me back, you dumb cunt ! '' Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's lumbering, hanging titmouse and crushing them against her consistence. `` Move your lazy ass ! ``

Buck rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his cock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing stab, trembling with the feat of trying to clean the floor while having her tender, injured shitter fucked to tatter. She squeezed her asshole tight around Buck 's bruising shaft, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a aphrodisiac cat in heating plant. She humped her ass back against Buck 's massive putz. Her pussy was dripping and squirming, her clit buzzing like an consternation clock.

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! '' she cried out with every punishing thrust of Buck 's cock up her asshole. `` Oh yes ! Oh yes ! Oh, oh, oh yessssss ! ``

'' That 's it, slut ! '' Buck roared, hammering his cock up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a fuddled asshole ! What a big, sexy ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, bring some jism, whore ! ``

'' Aaaaahhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, tossing her drumhead back off the floor as vaulting horse squirted jism deep into her ruined prick. `` Cum ! Cum ! Cum ! ``

It felt like lava was flowing up her tight, hot shitter. vaulting horse 's jism burned every bust and abrasion in her odorous asshole. The blast seemed to burn through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming twat. Lynda jerked like a spastic as Buck unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her thrashing, aphrodisiacal body. Lynda slammed her miserable face back against the storey, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the side of a lover
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big cock dripping jism and blood. He wiped his putz clean on the small of Lynda 's dorsum. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his shoes, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with joy, dragging herself across the bathroom floor. A man dropped to his genu in nominal head of her and jacked on his cock until he spurted his cum all over her face. Lynda gurgled with insane glee as the man 's jism slapped against her endearing features. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the floor and rubbed her face into it.
Lynda pounded her heading against the floor and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing shaft, pussy-juice running from her swollen puss almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her wounded shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. shaft slid into her twat and asshole at the same time. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the right field peak for the men to stupefy their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's berm were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the painful sensation logy beauty as if her back was being go, her justly leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your titties, cunt, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her head. `` chaw on those big jugs ! They 're hanging in your fucking face, slut ! chow chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in ignominy and torment, but she parted her back talk and washed her pretty pink tongue over her heated, silken tit-flesh. Her torso was swaying as the men fucking her pussy and asshole pounded their rooster inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked Fish at the end of the rope that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging tits with her spit. She bit at the big, soft tits until her creamy peel was covered with the German mark of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the shame of having to mistreat her own sensitive tits and at the torment of the brutal double ass she was having to endure.

The men fucked her savagely. They angled their cocks straight down into her eubstance and pounded her brutally against the level. Lynda felt as if her swollen fuck-holes were being scrubbed with sandpaper. The two son of a bitch felt like baseball at-bat as they pounded into her fuck-holes.

The man fucking her cunt was the number one to cum. He filled her cunt with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her quaggy cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his cock goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upturned face. The slimy slap of jism on Lynda 's tits and face made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her puss before the man fucking her prick shooter his load. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his cock into her jism-drenched pussy. Her mellisonant little bitch had been fucked raw by the scads of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lubed as she was, the cock fucking in her pussy still sent lightning thunderbolt of torture sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted mysterious inside Lynda 's blind drunk small ass tunnel than she would have believed possible. Her prick was so reamed out that it offered no electrical resistance to the blush of cock-juice. The slant she was hanging at gave advance aid to the jism as it poured deep inside her squirming, sexy body.

Another man stepped up to fill her ass with cum as soon as the first backed away. And after the second dyad filled her torpid fuck-holes with jism another pair stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the pipeline of men who stood waiting for turns at her ravaged cunt and asshole.

By the sentence xx men had used her she felt dead.

Her puss and asshole were dripping gummy puddle of jism. The slippy white cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the crack of her ass and down her binding, over her quivering flat tummy and onto her titty and face.

Lynda had thought that her pussy and cocksucker would go numb from all the fucking. Instead they seemed to hurt more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the time the first twenty dollar bill men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant, intolerable agony.

She was gnashing at her bosom, biting and sucking at them as if she wanted to stigmatize herself for life story. She chewed on her nipples until they were swollen and tender. Then she gnawed on them some more, until they felt like so lots ground hamburger.

Men squatted near her fountainhead and round themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her all-embracing blue eyes. Cum sloughed off her cheeks in inch-thick moving ridge. Jism glazed her nuzzle, painted her lips, filled her ear and puddled in the hollow of her throat. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting tits, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy soft pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every column inch of her exuberant soundbox .