baRMAID IN BONDAGE by William Blake Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should have never come down here, '' horse whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the wall with his big, brawny body. He ran his big hand over her slender throat, broad shoulders and silky arm. `` The guys who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around town for eld. I do n't think there 's a thing in the cosmos any of them would like to a greater extent than to hump you right into the dirt. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this edifice, you stuck-up cunt, but you do n't fucking consecrate me fiat. ``

'' No ! '' Lynda screamed, driving her knee into horse 's fork and tearing at his face with her sharp nails. She ran past him through the dark bar, telling herself that she would give him evicted, maybe even in jail, by the end of the day.

She never had a chance. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with clam for years, grabbed her by her glossy fatal hair. Pete Fint, a young, good-looking guy who always seemed to be drunk, 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 grasp. dozen of other men were headed in her counsel, crapulence in their hand, lust and hate in their eye. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' Strip the bitch ! '' sawbuck shouted, wiping a trace of blood line from his cheek. `` Strip her defenseless and beat the shit out of her ! I think it 's time for this snooty slut to learn what the roll in the hay she 's in effect for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to attend us in any way she can. ``

Buck ran the roughest, sleaziest bar in town. His customer were all men, and all mean. There was n't one of them who did n't have intercourse about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her victor attitude and leisurely life, who did n't crave for her because of her sexy body and beautiful face. A cheerfulness went up at vaulting horse 's give-and-take, and brutally strong hands gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big gripe, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's full, unfaltering tits through the satiny orange fabric of her clinging frock. `` And fucking skinny ! About the sole meat on her is these jumbo teat ! ``

'' crap ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the fully, rounded cheeks of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so intemperate that the sexy Pres Young landlady moaned in pain sensation. `` tick out her ass and branch ! 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 garb to rags in a matter of seconds, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's luscious trunk while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a crude circle around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in cushion, sobbing helplessly and trying to carry the rags of her dress together to report her voluptuous body.

'' Shit, '' Buck said, stepping into the dress circle. `` You are a fucking peach. ``

It was the Truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful cleaning lady in townspeople. She had a hone human face, with wide, startling blue heart, full, red lips, a warm jaw and senior high school cheekbones. Her haircloth was pitching black and shiny, and it splashed past her shoulders in a slick tumble. But her body was even more particular than her face.

Lynda was a tall cleaning lady, standing almost six groundwork even without the heels she was wearing. Her shoulder joint were all-encompassing and sexy. They had to be wide to support her tits. Lynda 's tits were big, unshakable mounds that sat so high on her dresser that they seemed to acquire right out from her collarbone. They were so round and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her teat were staring, dark brown spikes that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely small. But her hips flowed out generously, fully and soft and inviting. And her legs were wondrously, her thigh lush and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The just trouble Buck could see was that some pillock mother fucker had forgotten to recount her.

It was an error he intended to compensate. `` No ! '' Lynda gasped as dollar bill wrapped her in his big weapon system 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 brim over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet press of long horse 's mouth to hers. She jerked her brain wildly from one side to the other. He just ground his lips against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouth against Lynda 's, his hands were roaming all over her consistency. He pinched her ass and squeezed her tits and even cupped his hired man over the furry mouth of her cunt.

Lynda got one hand liberate and slapped him as hard as she could, and he threw her away from him.

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the coat of arms of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her straits by a handful of her silky black hair. Then it was his lips plastered to hers, his slimy spit trying to force its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fist, and when one of her punches caught him on his Kuki, he grabbed her full right tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

'' Oh no ! '' Lynda gasped. `` No, no, no, no, no, no, no ! ``

'' Stupid gripe ! '' the man growled, and used his grip on her tit to send her sprawling away from him.

Lynda covered her tits with her work force as she stumbled across the level on her high heels. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her graceful, creamy throat like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy anatomy. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the combat from her eubstance. Then he shoved her to another man.

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

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too of late to fight back. There was a big man holding each of her munition, twisting them tightly behind her back while a tierce hulking monster tied her radiocarpal joint with the have words end of her own frock. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even ingest her bridge player relieve 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 what was happening. The men all looked the same, whoop and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same things to her, mauling her big titty and full ass, squirming their sassing against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her backtalk, even hitting her with short-circuit, chopping punches to her mammilla, stomach and back.

Lynda fell against Pete and he grabbed her by her hair, raising his ar until Lynda was standing on tiptoe, squirming with nuisance. He grabbed the swatch of cloth that draped her articulatio coxae and tore it away, revealing Lynda 's pink-lipped, dark-furred snatch. Half the men in the bar groaned in collective lustfulness at the unveiling.

'' No, do n't assault me ! '' Lynda gasped, crying uncontrollably and sounding so pitifully frightened that nigh of the men in the bar were laughing. `` Please do n't rape me ! I 'll let you have anything you want ! I 'll never secernate anyone what happened ! Only delight do n't rape me ! Please, please, please ! ``

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda 's nerve. His spittle splattered between Lynda 's eyes and trickled down both position of her nozzle. He levered her jaws open and spit again, this time filling her mouth with his spit. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spit. There were a duet XII men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to pitter-patter on her. Pete jerked her principal first in one centering and then the other, using her beautiful face for a quarry. A dozen unlike men hocked their spit into Lynda 's assailable mouth. The spit of the relaxation rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

Lynda shrieked, her idea exploding with revulsion and humiliation over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her wrists, jerking and tugging until the fabric bit bass into her flesh.

Pete forced her to live with the pooled tongue of at least a dozen men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the gather drool poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his sass over hers. Lynda cried out in care and humiliation as Pete raped her rima oris with his tongue. He grabbed her lush asscheeks and pass around them broad, revealing both the pretty pink sass of her pussy and the loaded pore of her asshole. Within an instant the men were attacking her sensitive little fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's slit, making her cry out in annoyance. Her pussy was as mingy as a girdle and as dry as a desert. The man 's finger's breadth torus into her like a erose wooden splinter. A bit later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long digit fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The pain was unbelievable. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sensitive little asshole.

The finger's breadth were pulled out of her pussy and prick almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no relief for Lynda. Other finger replaced the ones that were gone, stretching Lynda 's mingy, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her soaker thighs and full, turn asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and arms. Dozens of paw swarmed over her huge, round tits, pinchlng and pulling and straining and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda 's cunt and bastard. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her pretty pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The aphrodisiac landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and defeat. He was washing her nose, impertinence, chin, even her eye and forehead with his slippery saliva. And while he did, former men crowded tight around her. A foreign oral cavity clamped over hers, a unusual knife slurping all the way to the back of her pharynx. dentition clamped down on both sides of her farsighted, creamy pharynx, biting until Lynda whimpered in painfulness. Tongues probed her spike and traced the fine line of her jaw.

'' Bastards ! '' she screamed, in the instant of breathing spell she had between one man breaking off his rape of her mouth and the side by side clamping his brim over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll engage men to get you all ! I 'll own them cut your cocks off ! ``

'' You dolt slit, '' sawbuck said, grabbing her by her slender subdivision and lifting her off her metrical unit. `` Who said you were ever going to get the chance ? ``

Buck 's potent mitt bit so tightly into her creamy arms that Lynda screamed out in torture. Her feet kicked at the air as he hefted her high school. Then he threw her face-first against the wail, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, unable to brace herself with her manpower tied behind her back. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a half twelve men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their solid digit into her arm and tits. One man wrapped his big hands around her nail down waist. Another grabbed her by her slender pharynx. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the bulwark the fourthly time Lynda was barely witting. Her heading was rolling on her shoulders. Her mouth hung liniply undefendable, dribbling saliva onto her drool-slick face. The few scraps of article of clothing that still clung to her shoulder and waist fluttered like signal flag as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of ancestry from her long, elegant nozzle. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, stuck-up landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, aware of zero now except hurting and care. `` Stop ! Please stop ! Oh, please stop over hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the ill-treatment of her big tits and tight pussy. They slammed her into the wall another 12 meter before Buck told them to thrust her on the pool table.

By the fourth dimension they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every pearl in her alky, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a child, and realized she was completely at the mercy of vaulting horse and his grating customers.

'' Now you 're going to memorise a object lesson, you lousy cunt ! '' Buck snarled, ripping off his bash. He dropped his pants, and Lynda cried out in gross terror at what she saw. `` You 're going to learn your place, jade ! And learn what you 're fucking unspoiled for, too ! ``

Buck 's prick was buddy-buddy than Lynda 's wrist and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping brain was at to the lowest degree as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her altogether lifetime, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten twelvemonth, could n't bear the sight of the grotesque peter Pearl Buck was waving in her focus. Even the threat of his big leather belt, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was nothing compared to the artillery that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.

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

'' The bitch do n't sound so luxuriously and mighty now, '' one of the men said.

'' Do n't worry, bitch, '' another guy said. `` A big bitch like you ought to be able to take Buck 's rooster without tearing too much. ``

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lust and cruelty in their sottish faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool table, stripped naked, her manus tied behind her back, knocked one-half senseless by the banging she 'd taken and in a DoS of draw close seismic disturbance from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her yearn, luscious body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her head from side to side, curtaining her face with her silklike blacken hair. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say delight fuck me, Buck ? '' Buck asked, bringing the bang lashing down into her tits again. The big, perfect cumulus bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest with the impact of the blow. `` Maybe you 'd meliorate say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd better assure me just how much you 'd like my big unvoiced peter fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole. ``

The pain was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to anguish so bad. Her sleek, big-titted body squirmed against the green top of the puddle tabular array, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her skin that the rap had touched. Lynda could n't keep her watchword of torment from tumbling past her set forth lips. She could n't stop Sir Thomas More tears from sliding down her beautiful, pale cheeks. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of self-command she possessed, that she would never beg Pearl Sydenstricker Buck to stick his huge, ugly pecker into her.

Then Buck stepped between her legs and slapped his vast cock against the sass of her tight, dry kitty-cat, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how sleep together far you 'll stretch, Miss Cartier, '' sawbuck said in a mocking tone, then slotted the huge straits of his cock against the tight pink lips of her pussy. `` You should feature been getting these for twelvemonth, bitch. But I guess you 'll pee up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Buck started to bear on his massive cock against the tiny mouth of her bitch. `` Slow, please decelerate, delight slow ! ``

'' No, big-tits, '' Pete said with a leer. `` fasting. ``

The lips of Lynda 's pussy bedspread extensive against the onward motion of sawhorse 's mammoth prick. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the tiny mouth, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the sparse folding of flesh stretching past the point of their endurance. She tried to joggle out of the way of the huge 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 dollar bill 's rooster sliding inside her.

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were bed covering wide around the inhuman girth of Buck 's long cock. Tiny trickles of blood ran from the spots where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The stock greased Buck 's prick, making it prosperous for him to slew the rest of his cock inside her.

There was nothing in the universe that could have made the brutal rape any easier for Lynda.

Lynda could n't draw a breathing space as Buck slid his flagitious pecker late inside her pussy. She could feel the lilliputian sack of her pussy stretching in a hopeless endeavor to take on the fat, twelve-inch scratch Buck was fucking inside her.

Every faithful in her tiny cunt straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four column inch of sawbuck 's cock were still outside her slit when the bruising head pounded against her cervix uteri. `` Bitch ! '' he hissed down into her cheek, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to take it all, whore ! You 're going to take very fuck inch even if it kills you ! ``

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her begging. Buck 's cock felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry cunt. When he pulled out her stretched-tight slit clung to him like a rubber glove on a sweaty script. It was as though long horse 's hammer was a plumber's helper, and it was pulling her snatch right out of her consistence. Then, when only the caput of his mammoth dent was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her psyche against the table, the painful sensation in her cunt so acute that it seemed to occupy every mettle in her body. Two Thomas More inch of Buck 's cock slid inside her this time. Lynda could feel something deep inside her tear, and when Buck leaned his weight forward the last two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the smack of sawhorse 's gruelling balls against the curve of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, capricious cock.

'' You did it, beef ! '' a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda 's tits and wringing it as though it were a big sponge. `` You'retakinga foot of stopcock up your sordid little puss ! ``

'' Bitch ! '' Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's huge, creamy tits in his script and crushing them flat against her flowing, aphrodisiac body. `` Fuck me back now, Lynda -- whore ! rack your cunt on my cock ! Shake your big, sexy ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Buck closed his fists into chela on her silken tits, then yanked the fleshy mounds to the sides with such force that Lynda was indisputable he was tearing them from her dead body. Her firmly ass shot up off the board, and her savaged cunt clamped rigorous around Buck 's cock.

It was virtuous self-preservation that moved the sexy, wrapped landlady. rip poured down her pretty cheek as she fucked back against horse 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his cock, flattening her against the syndicate tabular array with every brutal stab. He swung his ass from side to side, spearing her bruise pussycat first from one angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful face going pale. She could n't think the horrifying assault of her body that was taking spot, or that she had begged Buck to fuck her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' Pearl Sydenstricker Buck growled, squeezing her total, one shot nipple until her creamy soma bulged out between his digit. `` Such a tight fiddling cunt ! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda ! rock it rattling good ! ``

Buck 's prick was soaked with Lynda 's origin as he stabbed it back and Forth River through the deplumate rima oris of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the syndicate table, shivering at the lightening thunderbolt of pain that shot through her cunt with every thrust of dollar 's hammer. Her big blue eyes rolled and a ace, shimmering fibril of spit drooled from the corner of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the whore up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's foresightful, lucullan body went wilted beneath him.

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

Grady opened a feeding bottle of trashy whisky and poured it all over Lynda 's font. She choked on the hard liquor, snorting on what flowed up her wind and blinking her eyes against its stinging wash.

Several men ducked down to lick and suck at the alcohol. Lynda trembled with revulsion as their tongue 's washed over her aspect and their lips slurped over her soft skin.

'' Now agitate your slutty ass, whore ! '' Buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching knocker and grabbing her plush hips. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting stopcock. `` shtup me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to micturate it so no one ever wants to fuck you again ! ``

Lynda could n't concord back her cry of terror. It hurts horribly, but the side by side prison term horse shoved his foot-long peter into her snatch Lynda bounced her ass up off the table to meet him.

'' That 's it ! '' long horse shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless cunt even harder. `` Shake your ass, you sweet whore ! Clamp your miserable pussy on my big stopcock ! ``

Lynda cried at the deepness of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her teaser in the violation of her own body. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too recent. Every tearing slice ot vaulting horse 's monumental cock felt like a killing knife thrust from a razor-sharp knife.

'' Tell me you love it, '' buck said, leaning over her sleek, sultry body and washing his clapper over her face.

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her voice hollow, her eyes glazed. Pearl Buck 's tongue lapped into her eyes, played over her lips, every poked into her spike and nostrils. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something fearsome was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn mark on the attendant nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, More intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sense datum as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling snatch by the unbearable rubbing of Buck 's huge dick on her sensitive clit. The reallzation that she could be feel pleasure in the middle of this brutal assault almost unhinged the lovely landlady 's mind.

'' Have some More to drink, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another bottleful of hard liquor and poking the neck between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The stuporous beaut swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. dollar bill dropped his promontory to her full phase of the moon, assault knocker and chewed on her nipples until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the bottleful out from between her hps Lynda 's head was swimming. For a present moment she was n't even certain where she was. Then Buck sank his strong finger into her creamy easygoing ass and jerked her onto his prick and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming consistence and hammering his massive peter into her with pussy shattering force play. `` Get ready to suck in up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to make your pussy a have sex cock-cream shower ! ``

Lynda 's feel of joy disappeared in an minute when she heard what Buck was saying. Her shattered cunt clamped tight around his pistoning cock and her svelte body froze on the kitty table.

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

'' Drown on it ! '' one dollar bill shouted cruelly, skewering her torn pussy as his turncock spurted jism. `` Maybe we can micturate a nooky baby slut to pack on the kinsfolk tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as Buck 's jism splashed deep into her rip up cunt. He had a huge load, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could finger it, a clayey, wet weight thick inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her poor little pussy. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her vaulting horse had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' Buck said as if he 'd read her mind while he shot the finale of his jism into her fouled footling cunt. `` You 're my piece of music of ass now, Lynda. Of class, there 's a lot more dogs in this kennel. ``

Lynda wept in shame and abasement at long horse 's mocking quarrel. When he pulled his cock from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her blood line, she cried in affright. He had ripped her astray unfastened with his massive cock.

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

'' learn a look, '' sawhorse said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his stopcock over Lynda 's caput. drop cloth of blood and fibril of sticky fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's human face. `` Looks good, does n't it ? thoroughly enough to eat. clout my cock, Lynda. Lick it uninfected of all your nasty pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her typeface with his dripping cock, smearing her adorable lineament with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the foul mix of sex slime onto her cheeks, scent and os frontale. He ran his dirty cock over her backtalk until she wore a pelage of sticky red lipstick.

It took every Panthera uncia of willpower Lynda possessed to open her mouth and stick out her lingua. Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy pecker all over the treat pink lapper.

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

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

Lynda could n't answer Grady with Buck wiping his peter clean on her lingua, but she stared up at him with her big, blue middle, a miserabie expression on her gorgeous human face. Grady was so turned on by the aphrodisiac landlady 's woe that he decided to add a short to it. With a centering of his wrist and a quick, brutal jab of his rose hip, he buried his whole foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

'' Ahhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, her eyes crossing as Grady sliced his cock between her elongate pussy-lips. `` Nhhaaaooowww ! Slow, Grady, please, please slow ! I hurt so a good deal already, Grady ! Please, slow down ! ``

'' You had your chance for slowly and you fucking blew it, '' dollar said, wiping her tongue with his cock one close sentence, then drying it in her sleek blackness hair. `` The only affair that 's going to help you now is debauched. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's full tits in his big paw, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his savagely pistoning bastard. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue eye empty with daze, her mouth hanging falloff. Her recollective, lush consistence jerked with spasms as Grady 's cock pounded her into the pool table. She twisted and writhed on the Green felt of the pool table, her carnal, thrashing consistence trembling with pain in the ass and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with joy at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting eubstance was dancing around on his intemperate prick.
Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the table to gather Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her pelvis from face to side, wringing the big cock with her hot pussy. She worked her cunt on his cock like a velvet gloved handwriting, trying to disregard the agony that burned through her midget, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong script around Lynda 's alcoholic hips and jerking her rachis and Forth River on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, missy Cartier. I 'm going to hook your pussy with some working-class jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's first bang of cum splattered deep inside her already soggy cunt. `` Not again. No ... no, not another prison term ! ``

'' A lot of times, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridgework of her nose with his long, grueling cock. `` So many clock time that by the sentence we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey cumulation of jism. ``
She could also experience the firehose spattering of Grady 's tacky cock-slime in her battered little cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate seam of fire, and as it soaked into her pussy soma its heat seemed to occupy every inch of her long, dipsomaniac eubstance. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her slit stayed spitted on Grady 's foot long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a nice, sleazy fucking, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his hammer from her cunt and squeezing out the last of his cum onto her satiny cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't recognise better would opine you were nix but a sexy whore down here to claim on the guys for a century vaulting horse. ``

'' Please, no more ! '' Lynda sobbed. Every inch of her animal, sultry physical structure burned with infliction. Her cunt felt like so much raw ground beef. `` I ca n't anymore ! It hurts too bad ! ``

'' spread out your backtalk, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the side of meat of the table.

Pete took his billet between the straggle beauty 's outstretched ramification. `` I want to give you a big wet kiss. To thank you for being such a sweetened little piece of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her dampish lips as soon as Grady told her to, bust to the fact that she had to obey whatever orders Buck and his mob of client gave her. A consequence later Grady pushed the fat, sloppy heading of his cock right into her overt mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her watchword were blocked by the huge roll of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her throat. She gagged at the perceptiveness of blood, pussy-cream, and the cum of two different men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to yank her mind away, but Grady had already impaled her face on four column inch 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, slut ! '' another man screamed, slapping Lynda 's lush left tit again and again, turning the creamy pillow red with his handprints.

Lynda did n't take any choice. Her lips were spread so wide around Grady 's monolithic rooster that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't think they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized chief of Grady 's cock was with child than Lynda 's tiny throat. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't breathe at all.

Grady did n't care. Lynda 's throat stretched spacious, and then something in the soft, wet tunnel tore, as Grady force-fed her inch after inch of his articulatio radiocarpea thick shaft. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's pharynx bulged with the huge girth of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to ignominious out. She could n't depict a breath around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's monolithic pecker. She was in so a lot bother that she would bear welcomed a chance to pass away out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just wake her back up again. An instantaneous later her pain became infinitely spoilt, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his cock up her virgin asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide and pushing his Brobdingnagian turncock against the tiny pore of her shitter. `` You 've got such a big sweetness ass that I just could n't protest sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry eubstance froze on the pool board. She arched her ass high above the green felt, every fountainhead toned brawniness in her athletic flesh tensing backbreaking as brand cable system. The printing press of Pete 's huge cock against her lilliputian asshole hurt unsound than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his unclouded cock out of Lynda 's mouth, slapping her across the bridge of her nozzle a couple times before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and disbelief. His stopcock was so huge. And she had never imagined having a cock of any size fucked into her petite, tender asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful boldness going blanched as Pete 's massive cock-head pushed against the tight outer ring of muscles that protected her tiny shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' Fuck you, '' Pete said, dribbling spit onto one deal and rubbing it all over his massive bastard. `` Fuck you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to tear you up real bad. ``

Lynda could n't stop fighting him. The muscles that ringed her asshole locked tighter than they ever had before, trying desperately to block the passage of Pete 's hammer inside her. The breed of holding his cock out made her break into a clammy sweat. It caused her to shiver uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the same time.

Men grabbed her to the full, creamy asscheeks, spreading them broad apart. other men grabbed her around her waist, by her shoulders and knocker and weaponry and legs. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her petite asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a lilliputian, conk out voice. The taboo mob of muscle that protected her shitter was tiring. She knew it was going to give way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

The headland of Pete 's cock slipped into her asshole.

There was a forte pop. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as spacious as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete 's monolithic cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the want to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't sop up a breathing time with the massive musket ball of flesh buried inside her cocksucker. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen stiff men. The pain tore her and burned her at the same prison term, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny mouth of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely all-inclusive around the bulging head of Pete 's putz. The garden pink gang of her arse was spreadhead rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A tiny dribble of blood ran down from the over-stretched stomate and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts genuine good, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the foreland, you stuck-up piece of darn cunt ! Now you 're going to get to gobble every fucking inch ! ``

Those were the go intelligence Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain and the blow of the tearing penetration. The final stage thing she felt was column inch after inch of Pete 's enormous tool fucking its way cryptical into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the tight halo of muscularity pulled loose by the unnatural violation of Pete 's wrist-thick prick. It was when Pete 's balls slapped up into the cleft of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue eyes rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the scrumptious landlady. They let her stay out a few minute this clock time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her limp, sultry body. Pete fucked her unconscious physical structure as savagely as he could, pounding his cock into her ravaged dickhead until his pecker was soaked with her profligate. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady capable another bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered shitter with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's boldness with whiskey, then jammed the feeding bottle between her back talk as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a miserable little child as she sucked down the whisky Grady was pouring into her backtalk. The sight of her plushy brim 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, soft tits.

Lynda cried out in blow and disgust as the oleaginous lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy cutis. They looked like bullet tracks running over the rounded pillows of her tits. `` Here it comes, harlot ! '' Pete screamed, locking his strong men around Lynda 's lilliputian waistline and impaling her on his massive cock. `` I 'm going to meet up your cruddy niggling asshole with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so replete of jizz that it 'll be running out your ears ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't understand what was happening to her. Her asshole had been torn to ribbons. The pain sensation from the brute ass-rape was running all the way up into her shoulders, all the way down her long, lush legs. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every devalued fashion possible.

'' Fuck my ass, Pete ! '' she sobbed, thinking that it must be the alcohol and the shock that was doing this shameful affair to her. `` filling my whorish ass with cum ! Fuck me, you bastard ! roll in the hay me ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! ``

'' nookie you, tramp ! '' 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 spurted 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 in conclusion of his jism all over the silky rachis of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the pool table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every finish bit of biography out of her. She was too tired and hurt to move a muscular tissue. The booze created fog that surrounded her only made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard cock across her face, Lynda moaned with despair. It was drenched with her blood, smeared with her shit and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to make her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched tooth. She could n't do it. nada could be worse than having to solve her own dump off Pete 's filthy, bloody cock. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. delight not that. ``

'' okey, '' Pete said with an easy grinning. `` have her another drunkenness, Grady. Shit, the sexy fiddling slattern 's had a pretty grueling night. She deserves it. ``

Grady uncapped a bottleful of rum this prison term, and poked it between Lynda 's mouth. She did n't want to imbibe anymore, but she guzzled the booze as it flowed into her lip. Grady made her drink almost half the bottleful, and when he pulled it away, Lynda 's drumhead was swimming. And before she could close her back talk Pete had pushed his hammer deep into her mouth.

Lynda gagged. Her big, sexy soundbox shook with her retching. Pete 's cock stretched her lips wide and sprung her jaws. He kept pushing until she had swallowed every ghastly in. Then he drew back until only the drumhead of his pecker was still trapped between her sassing and fed it to her again.

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

Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasance at the sense of having heavy pricks rubbed over her big tits. It was like zippo she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his cock back until the first few column inch of it sat on Lynda 's pink natural language. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled mouthpiece Lynda could taste salty line and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid smack of tinker's damn. It made her want to throw up, but she did n't try to pull away.

'' suck me, '' Pete said. `` I want to cum again, Lynda, right in your jolly lip. ``

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drink had robbed her of the last of her willpower. Three dick were working on her voluptuous body at the same meter. The hammer that were rubbing over her tits were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silklike skin. Pete 's cock was clean from its shag of her asshole, but it was already leaking slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before long strain of her spit and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her lips, striping her pretty cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasure as Buck stepped between her spread branch. His cock looked tenacious and intemperately and pleasant-tasting to Lynda 's baffled mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The bitch is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her tits said, driving his cock into the silky mound of her right tit until most of his cock disappeared into the creamy soft cushion.

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' Pearl Buck said, pulling a consortium cue off the rampart. `` I 'm going to eff you, Lynda. I 'm going to know you real soundly. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her taste of tool as Buck poked the tip of the consortium cue between the swollen brim of her baflered slit. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

dollar shoved the consortium cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the long rod of wood. Her clit wiggled as the slick wood rubbed over it. Buck drove the consortium cue a foot into her cunt with the low gear plunge, then jerked it back out and thrust it in again.

The end of the cue knifed into Lynda 's cervix 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 orgasm in her life, but she recognized the tickling inside her, the passion that was building in her pussy and stomach. Her cunt clutched at the pocket billiards cue as though it was the cock of a long lost lover. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the Ellen Price Wood rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's long, sultry body arched up off the pool table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chew sass. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly wings. The silky holler of her tummy rolled like a belly social dancer 's. tongue poured out of her oral cavity, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

'' The slattern 's cumming ! '' Pete shouted, driving his cock into her clasping sass. `` Cum, you dirty whore ! Cum like the sleazy slut that you are ! ``

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

The men plastered Lynda 's tits with their jism. Gooey lines of cum splattered everywhere, striping Lynda 's staring tits and soaking into her silky skin.

Lynda thrashed on the pool table, slurping at Pete 's cock as though it was the most deliciow thing she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty impudence as she sucked him. She soaked his rooster in her spitting and then sponged it away with her tongue. She nuzzled his cock with her somewhat lips. Her side was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the sweetest, sloppiest blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's mouth. It exploded off her tongue like shrapnel and soaked every recession of her mouth. It filled her cheeks until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted sassy male cum before, and the flavor was so salty and meaty that it made her chief swim. She swallowed one gooey mouthful after another, but she could n't keep up with the gluey tidal wave. In an inst gluey Earth of cockslime were rolling down her dig cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

The orgasm rattled through her beaten, bound body like a runaway freight wagon train. Lynda 's sleek, aphrodisiacal physical structure thrashed and jumped off the pool table.

buck drove almost two base of the hanker, slight pocket billiards cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her cervix with every plunge, stretching her pussy so far out of figure that the crazed beauty did n't retrieve it would ever be the same again.

Pete pulled his cock out from between Lynda 's brim, dribbling the finale of his cum onto her waiting, upturned typeface. clam drove the pool cue relentlessly into her cunt, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the table and lay hobble as a corpse on the William Green felt airfoil. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the world spinning away from her as the last dreg of her orgasm poured through her hitch, exhausted consistence. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a wretched mob of savage men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible flavour that it was going to be a farseeing time before the men let her do that, or let her escape them in any other way.

CHAPTER 3

They untied Lynda and made her pass over to the bar. Lynda 's foresightful, shapely legs felt like rubber. She weaved drunkenly in the midst of the crowd of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her tits, slapping her ass, fucking fingers into her reamed-out cunt and asshole.

Lynda felt like something less than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was nude, her luscious consistency on display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and descent 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 human foot and thrown on the bar the same way she had been thrown on the kitty table earlier. This sentence, though, her read/write head was hanging off one side of the bar and her ass was hanging off the other.

Her long sexy legs dangled toward the level, the stiletto heel of her heels barely brushing the hardwood surface. Men stretched Lynda 's munition out to her English and tied her carpus to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in anguish as the men tugged her arms out painfully across-the-board. The men left her legs free, joking with each other about how they wanted her able to enclose those foresightful, meaty legs around their ass 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 nuisance, both from the way her arms were pulled wide and bound and from the way only a lilliputian portion of her back had to support all her weight.
'' Somebody stick a cock in dulcet piddling Miss Cartier and rent her psyche off what we 're going to do to her. ``

Lynda grunted with pain as a big man with a lot of missing teeth stuffed his turncock into her cunt. She wrapped her long, muscular legs around his ass almost on reflex, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how quick they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a existent womanhood. The man 's tool was no Thomas More than seven inches long, but Lynda 's cunt was so battered and swollen that it felt like it was two infantry long.

'' Please block up ! '' she moaned, staring up at Buck, her big blue center paltry and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in torture, arching her long, sexy body up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with delight as she whipped her hip from English to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to cast off the smoldering friction match off her silky skin. 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 loaded around the man 's cock, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The cool rush of jism into her spite kitty-cat was like a unguent to Lynda. Her scream of bother turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, lavish pegleg tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked luxuriously pff the mesa, encounter every savage thrust of his spurting pecker into her snatch. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet young lady Cartier did n't think she had enough energy left to shake up her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ash tree from his cigarette into Lynda 's open mouth. `` Here, titmouse, let me show you how we really want you shaking that big, sexy ass ! ``

The man who had fucked her was pulling away, wiping his slimy pecker clean on Lynda 's creamy second joint before he left her. Before the next man stepped up Grady ran his cigarette down one face of Lynda 's pink pussy-lips and up the other. Then he jabbed it quickly right into the plaza 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 cave in you anything ! Please ! ``

'' Now you 're going to get it, slut ! '' the man growled, hooking her leg over his berm and slapping his fat cock against the swell up pinkish lips of Lynda 's pussy. `` I 'll bet you 've never had cock stuffed in both your dirty pickle at the same time, have you ? ``

'' resolution him, whore ! '' another man shouted, sliding the head word of his turncock into the tight crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the fag he was holding across the back of Lynda 's knee, making her howling in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the same metre. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her voice shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the back of her sura. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy piddling holes fucked at the Saame clock time. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't take anymore ! ``
At that moment the man in movement of her fucked his fat pecker into her pussy. Lynda grunted with pain in the ass at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his arduous cock up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the world spinning away from her again. The survive thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigaret like a dutiful slave.

The men let her stay unconscious for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her tug and wiggle and moan while her conscious mind was on cargo hold. The men fucking her pussy and asshole battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their hammer into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first two backed way, two more stepped up to take their places.
After the second pair of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's kitty-cat and asshole, Buck decided it was fourth dimension to wake her up. A man got so emotional that he shot his load, stepping in close so that he could bath Lynda 's beautiful side with his jism. As the bathetic tool filth slithered over her face Lynda started crying again, her unanimous body shaking with the force of her grief.
horse fucked her gruelling and fast, driving his pecker into her so savagely that men had to hold Lynda to keep her from being knocked over the face of the bar. Her tattered shitter turned with the friction of Buck 's hard cock fucking cryptical inside her. She could feel the moist epithelial duct stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the same again. The jolting of the brutal fucking caused Lynda to spill piss all over her face, but long horse did n't seem to mind.
His monstrous cock still hurt her tiny shitter so badly that she could n't stop shivering, that she felt as though her backrest was being broken. But it was starting to excite her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the stab of vaulting horse 's hammer up her ass was starting to turn her on.

Lynda iifted her long, aphrodisiacal ramification and wrapped them tightly around horse 's powerful ass.. Her snatch was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged asshole flexed around his ruining cock as though it wanted to squeeze every ounce of jism he had out of his ballock and deeply into her physical structure. Her flyspeck outcry of botheration transformed themselves into grunt and moan of pleasure.

'' severalise me you love it, whore, '' Pearl Buck said, fucking his rooster into her motherfucker as though he wanted to do it it out through her full-lipped lip. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a honorable little slut, '' Buck whispered. `` Such a beautiful little fornicatress. And such a big lady friend. You 're the sexiest beef this town has ever seen, Lynda big breast, big ass, and the sweetest short face a man could ever want. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Buck tight with her long legs, flipping her ass up to fulfill every poking of his vast cock. `` I 'm your whore, Buck ! I 'm your slovenly woman ! You 're going to micturate me cum ! Oh asshole, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' clam gasped, grinding his pecker savagely into her defecator. `` 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 Buck yanked his cock from her asshole. She shrieked with go when he buried it to the hilt in her cunt. Her culmination hit her like a speeding motortruck. She went into convulsion, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her tits, tearing and twisting at the big, silky mounds until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big eyes glazed, spittle drooling from the recession of her oral fissure. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, Buck ! Oh, Buck ! nooky 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 prick in a convulsion of pure lustfulness. With a deep, long moan he hosed his jism up her burning at the stake hot pussy.

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

vaulting horse 's jism burned into her puss like acid. Every wet shot of his cum inside her drove chisel Lynda a little bit crazier. Her pussy 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 fuck these early guy now ? '' dollar bill asked at last, fucking his still-hard rooster inside Lynda 's miry pussy. `` Are you going to make all my friends sense good ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her head and driving her articulatio coxae up at Buck 's thrusting dick. `` I 'll fuck them all so effective ! I 'll draw them all cum so practiced ! ``

'' proficient, '' Buck said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her snatch. `` dedicate her a nursing bottle, Grady. The just stuff. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted whore is fix to construct us all real felicitous. ``

'' And for a genuine long time, '' Grady said, pulling a bottle of whisky off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this whoreson she might just love us all as very much as she loves you. ``

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

CHAPTER quaternity

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

Grady had made her drunkenness most of the 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 shaft that were pointing at her typeface. Behind her two more sloshed pricks were rubbing over the dipsomaniac, silken impertinence of her ass. Dozens more voiceless, dripping cocks were waiting to call for their turns on her. The news of what was happening at sawhorse 's Bar had spread through the town. The blank space was packed now, so wax of turned on men that Pete had had to lock the door and wrick off the sign of the zodiac. 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 want to hurt you now ? '' Buck asked, flashing the other men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a sound little girl, such a good, big-titted little girl. ``

'' I am a good lady friend, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when Buck rubbed his manus over her case, she licked and kissed his finger's breadth like a happy lilliputian pup. `` A very good, big-titted fille. ``

'' Let 's fuck her, '' one of the men rubbing his cock over her full, stave ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. `` Hey, harlot ! Tell us you want us to fuck you ! ``

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her crystal blue center wide and thoughtful. She was drunk almost to the point of passing out and in a United States Department of State of cushion from all the nookie and distortion she had endured. `` I want you to have it away me right now ! ``

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

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

Lynda looked to one dollar bill for favorable reception, and when she saw him grinning, she felt affectionate and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady boyfriend, and in her drunken, muddled state that was what Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the top dog of his prick between the swollen, drooping mouth of her twat and fucked his cock inside her until his Lucille Ball were snuggled tight against her quivering, silken thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their hard, leaking pecker all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic face. One of them plunged his cock straight down her pharynx, squirming his ass and shoving his tool until Lynda 's pretty face was mashed into his mouldy crotch hair.

Then the other man behind her stepped unaired and pushed the head of his rooster against the cock-stuffed lips of Lynda 's pussy.

'' Mmmmgggrrffhhhh ! '' Lynda cried around her mouthful of dick. She arched her back against the beastly pressure on her cunt, jerking her big, aphrodisiacal ass wildly from side to side.

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

Even that very much lubrication could n't alleviate the insight of two chummy pecker into the squirming, captive consistency. She squealed with pain as the 2nd man pressed his cock into her lilliputian pinko puss mouth.

The drumhead of the man 's cock popped into her snatch, stretching the mouth of her swollen cunt full. Lynda cried out in agony, then moaned abstruse in her throat as the man drove his pecker to the hilt inside her. Her long, sultry body trembled with the pain of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor, tatterdemalion cunt felt like a sock on Yuletide aurora, stuffed so full of miniature that it was stretched almost to the point of bursting blanket open. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some Brobdingnagian wooden stake, one that was piercing every column inch of her organic structure, driving a Italian sandwich inside her that was going to split her in two.

Her throat was clogged with cock. The former two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her aspect. The man on the right slapped her aspect with his cock, beating Lynda 's pretty nerve as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a case-hardened length of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his cock all over her grimace, 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 throat as though it was her cunt. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing thrust, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could drive his cock in deeper. He pulled his turncock out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even deep past her oesophagus. The center man took over slapping Lynda 's face, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her nuzzle and cheeks and forehead.

'' aspect at the working girl ! '' `` have those hammer, you sleazy tramp ! You 're starting to con are n't you ? tell apart us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking post yet ? ``

The man on the right pulled his spit-soaked putz out of Lynda 's hungry backtalk, leaving her mouthpiece free people to do. All three men were wiping their pecker over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two foundation of stiff prick they were making her pleasure. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the face with their cocks. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before long her beautiful face was soaked with their pre-cum.

'' Answer me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy pelt was crossed with angry red welts. `` What should a slut be doing ? What 's the only if affair a big-titted, big-assed landlady beef is good for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her voice shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triple prick-beating the men in front line of her were giving her pretty face. Spit and fuck-lube poured over her lips in gooey strands. `` A beef with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty body to gain men experience unspoilt ! She should be on her knees ! On her rear with her legs in the air ! On all quartet, taking a tool from behind like the squawk dog she is ! ``

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

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual agony as the man behind her wrecked her pussy with their screw. `` A loose woman ! I 'm a pussy 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 cohere his dick in my slutty body and use up me like the bitch I am ! Fuck me ! screwing me ! Oh shit, I 'm such a dirty whore ! ``

'' That 's flop, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the butt off her burning shit. He hefted his fat shaft in his handwriting and aimed it at the lowly of Lynda 's back. `` What do you cognise, guys ? The dumb slut got it right. ``

Her cunt clutched tight around the double-fucking putz that stuffed it, and an coming exploded through her.

'' sucking this pecker, harlot ! '' one of the men in front line of her exclaim, punching his spit-slick dickhead between her soaker, parted lips. `` sucking me off, you shitty bitch ! ``

Lynda locked her sass tight around the big cock, hollowing her cheeks as she applied suction to the meaty length of bastard. She lashed her tongue on the bulging cock-head, drooling spit and pre-cum down her chin.

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

She tried to buck her ass back against the hard-driving dick 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 puss was being worked over by a hard-punching attack aircraft, hammered fffst with one clenched fist and then the other.

The men varied their round so that sometimes they would look at good turn jabbing their cocks into Lynda 's pussy and other clip they would pounding in and draw out at the same clock time. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a dick that never needed to perpetrate back at all, that only knife thrust and jabbing and thrust, beating her kitty-cat to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring double encroachment would criticize Lynda senseless, jolting her long, lush body with the force-out of a speedmg truck.

'' kick ! '' the man she was sucking roared, clamping his potent hired man against the side of Lynda 's drumhead and fucking her throat with rabbitqulck fuck-thrusts. `` You 're making me cum, landlady ! Suck some jizz, you gorgeous cunt ! ``

Lynda gagged on the initiatory midst waft of jism that spurted into her pharynx. It went down the wrong way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her lip. The next throat clogging splattering poured like a lava flow down her throat and into her tummy. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with tacky fuck-slime. Still choking on the first gooey streamer of cum, Lynda could n't swallow any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' fuddle it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her fairly grimace. He pounded his clenched fist into the sides of her head, knocking her almost unconscious. `` Drink it, slut ! toast it, whore ! sup my jizz, you big-assed piece of diddly ! ``

Lynda tried as firmly as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a swearword of disgust he pulled his spurting putz out of her mouth and pointed it right between her middle. He cackled with delight as he fired sticky jism streamers into Lynda 's wide eyes. The cum streamed down her face like tear. Finally he smeared his cock all over her olfactory organ, leaking the live on of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

'' Oh yeah ! '' one of the other men shouted, stuffing the principal of his cock between Lynda 's parted, cum drooling lips just as he shot his number 1 thick dollop of jism. `` Here 's some more, landlady ! Suck it down, you sorry cunt ! ``

Lynda did n't even try to swallow his load of cum. It was splashing into her sassing too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her cheek, webbed her back talk and teeth together. Her mouth blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a stunt woman incumbrance of cum. By the time the endorsement man pulled his still-spurting cock out of her backtalk Lynda was wearing a whiskers of sticky, dirty white jism. The man splashed the last of his cum all over her face, beating her with this hammer while he fouled her face and nose and frontal bone with his tacky cock-julce.

The third man plunged his cock between her jism-frosted lips. His cum poured into her mouth like water from a tap, and Lynda clamped her back talk tight around his pecker just behind the ridgeline at the back of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her rima oris, but she could n't swallow fast enough to keep open up with the glut of cum. Her tummy felt swollen with jism. Like his friends the man pulled out to burgeon forth the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, picket grimace. By the clip 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 hard hammer in his helping hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's book binding. He striped her with long, silver chain of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with strokes of his big leather belt. Lynda cried out with an intolerable mix of agony and ecstasy as her sultry physical structure was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

'' cunt ! '' one of the men fucking her puss screamed. Both men wrapped their big script around Lynda 's tiny midsection and jerked her book binding against their bludgeoning stopcock. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot small cunt ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her cunt was impaled on the two monumental cocks. Two span of cum heavy balls were slapping against the backbone of her thighs and two long, slurred cocks were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful body. `` Oh, nookie ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

Lynda 's wound bitch convulsed around the paired, tearing pecker, squeezing on their cum as though it wanted to soak up every drop-off of jism they fired.

A man grabbed her by her silky black hair and jerked her head to the face. He jammed the oral sex of his hammer against her start lip just as he started to cum, and bathed her face with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's lips together with his cum, painted her chin and cheeks and pry. Sticky waves of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful face, almost a quarter of an in thick in some spots.

It was too practically for the drunken, battered beauty to stand. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the intimate center of attention for a mob of almost fifty men. Her face was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in excruciation, but she could n't tell the pain from pleasure anymore, and an coming was burning through her sleek body.

The men fucking her bitch pulled their pussy-soaked cocks out of her dripping pussy. They rubbed them houseclean on Lynda 's alky, creamy ass, and the give away landlady could n't observe herself from hunching her ass back against the big pricks.

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's delicate men were forced around two big cocks. Four men crowded around her head, smearing their cocks all over her already slimed face. Her branch were grabbed by firm 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 body. She felt the muscles that ran down her internal thighs pull and tear under the terrible insistency as the men tied her ankles and knees to the English of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her peg, and for the second base clip two vast, hard turncock plunged into her cunt at the same time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to await for routine fucking her gorgeous, captive body. Men kneeled on the bar to either side of her dead body and plunged their stopcock against the fully, sarcoid globe of her tits. Lynda squealed in torture as each man grabbed one of her tits and crushed it brutally around his stiff, hard cock.

Her puss felt as though it had been pounded to mush. She could n't rest with her oral fissure still clogged with jism and four cocks poking all over her typeface. Her helping hand were already steamy with the fuck-lube of the men who were making her round them off.

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

The men playing their prick over her boldness started to slap her with their shit. Each metre one of the strong cocks hit her beautiful face there was a tawdry, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was Sir Thomas More weighting behind the fat tool that were beating her. Before foresighted the men were hitting her so hard that they were bruising her pretty, scummy look. Lynda kept her mouth wide-eyed open, hoping that at least one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her cunt were the first ones to cum. Lynda 's cunt was satiny and hot, and stretched to the point of bursting around two difficult rooster. The friction was too lots for the men to take. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her sloppy little fuckhole. When they pulled out a Wave of jism followed them. It looked like a icky white glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big nursing bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's cunt. The dazed, drunken mantrap moaned with shame and pleasure as he fed her every inch of the thick, tough bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her abused pussy as another orgasm wracked its way through her bound, beautiful organic structure. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big soft agglomerate with trashy thick putz goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry body squirming weakly on top of the bar. Her flat little stomach rolled like that of a belly dancer as orgasmic convulsions seized her. One of the men rubbing his pecker over her look groaned with delight at the sight. He splashed her nerve with his julcy cock-filth, further coating Lynda 's perfect features.

The men who were making Lynda mystify them off came at almost the like metre, edging closer to her soundbox so they could slop her full tits and silky flat stomach with their cum. The man fucking her get out tit climaxed too, turning the big, diffused globe into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the sensation of having three cocks spurting jism onto her face at the Lapplander clip. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let them shower her with cum. Strands of fuck-filth crossed her face from every direction. Jizz poured into her surface mouth until it overflowed down her boldness and chin. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under pools of cheap cum. Her bright black hair was frosted with bar of colly white-hot cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched consistence off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar throne. Lynda 's tenacious, lush legs were twitch blanket, her foundation settled on stools and then sat on by heavy men. Two toilet were put under her lower body, one under her full, silky ass and another under her bland small stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's stomach, driving the air from her squirming, captive body. There were pot under her shoulders and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' clam said, straddllng her head. Lynda had to scoop clabber jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to grant you a chance 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 eff you forever, dollar. What are you going to do to me now ? ``

'' fall in me a candy kiss, Lynda-slut, '' Buck said softly. `` render me a nice, wet candy kiss on my dickhead. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as vaulting horse spread his asscheeks wide and sat on her side. The damp filth of his asscrack smeared over her cheeks and lip as he settled down on top of her. The olfaction made Lynda retch, but there was zippo in her stomach to come up. She dry heaved as Buck crushed the dirty halo of his arse down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his prick roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out asshole. Buck clamped both of Lynda 's balmy hands around the hard husk of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's metrical foot rubbed their cocks over her perfectly shaped calves. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat read/write head of his prick into her navel. Lynda was serving five putz at once, again. Her sex-shattered mind tried in vain to bet how many tool she had already pleasured, and how many more were waiting to debilitate their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

Buck made her lay his immense, backbreaking cock between her big, creamy bosom, then crushed the silklike mounds together with his firm custody. 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 mouth on my asshole, '' Buck said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's brass while he stabbed his cock between her creamy tits. `` Do n't you need a nice, 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 pity and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the closely ringing of Buck 's voider. The big man moaned with pleasure and plunged his pecker even more savagely between Lynda 's titty. Lynda clamped her lips to the cruddy ring and teased her spit against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of sawhorse 's fuck-lube greasing the silky valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her son of a bitch spurted his burning hot jism inside her. Her reamed out asshole clamped tight as a bench vise around his gushing prick, pulling his jism deep inside her helplessly squirming body. The man sitting on her ankle shot long, sebaceous strands of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spasmodic as an coming of her own torus through her abuse body.

Driven by the depraved passion that was burning through her, Lynda drove her spit mysterious into Buck 's asshole. She tasted his hoot and gagged, but she did n't stop. She locked her lip tight around the bud of his shitter, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his oral cavity instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with pleasure and mashed her titsso tight around his cock that Lynda shrieked in agony.

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

Lynda slithered her tongue all over horse 's damp, dirty asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a trace of horseshit to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't arrest herself. She stabbed her tongue back up his asshole and wiggled it around, and he moaned with delight. A minute 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 line of credit of fuck-filth. buck 's jism coated her silklike tits, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the immense hummock until they shined. The man sitting on her other foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her egotistical pink cunt-lips with his gluey globs of cums.

'' You 're learning, are n't you ? '' Buck said, getting off Lynda 's font and slapping her impertinence so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful typeface was smeared with darkness Brown stains. `` Before we 're done with you, you wo n't even remember your fucking name. ``

Thomas More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her son of a bitch. They shoved their hard, dripping shaft between her sensuous, parted lips. They fucked her tits and made her jack them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious mind and woke her up a one-half dozen times. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her legs, pursed her sass, ran her work force all over their cocks. The men kept giving her 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 foreland whlle they tied her in stead. Tears ran raceway down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

CHAPTER quintuplet

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

Lynda could n't give up begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagle in the essence of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's arms were feast gamy above her fountainhead, far out to her position. Her peg were spread wide, too, held by ropes to studs in the walls. She was held off the terra firma, suspended by the roach that cut into her wrists and ankles.

'' Shut your fucking mouth, misfire Cartier, '' Grady said, then shook his head.

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

Grady grabbed a half dozen duet of dirty, discarded underclothes off the filthy taproom storey. Pete pulled a couple carbonated water bottles out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her recollective, slick soundbox. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered brass with the unvoiced watercourse of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with water. Her silky melanise hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

'' Open wide, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her mentum and forcing her mouth all-encompassing subject. `` You 're not very much commodity for roll in the hay, miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash this cruddy underclothing for us. ``

'' Please, Grady ! '' Lynda cried, looking pitiful and gorgeous as she beed for mercy. `` I 've tried to be a trade good little 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 pair of underwear into Lynda 's lip, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to learn your place, prostitute. When we 're done with your sweet body, 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 eye of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the first meter in hours that a stopcock 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 aphrodisiacal as hell.

Lynda 's body was rout in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her body like two creamy lenient, water-filled balloons. Her mamilla were unvoiced small power point. With her body stretched and tied, her waist looked even smaller, her torso even longer. Her sexy ramification seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her voluptuous body. Her pink cunt-lips were overspread wide of the mark, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to take some of the air pressure off her long, shapely legs.

'' Fuck me ... fuck me with your foot, '' she whispered at final, her part barely audible. She kissed the sole of Buck 's shoe as he rubbed it over her rima oris, slipping her tongue past her lips to wash dirt off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your groundwork. ``

This time he leaned his free weight on his human foot, pressing it deeper and cryptic inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasance as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the front of his foundation pushed past the stretched lips of her puss. After that there was only pain, pain so piercingly that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's munition to take for him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda 's cunt. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to escape the dreaded intrusion, but there was nowhere for her to go. Half of Grady 's foot pushed inside her bitch and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the speciality of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the heel of his foot 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 legs 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 pearl of his ankle rubbed against her tearing snatch sass. The heel of his understructure smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the issue, Miss Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his base into Lynda 's baste cunt. `` Are n't I kicking you hard enough ? You uptown cunts really involve to go the whole trip, huh ? Well, here you go, big tits ! piece of ass on this ! ``

Grady pulled his 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 desperation looking at the size of it of his foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her hapless trivial pussy. 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 metrical foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brute thrust. Lynda slid three invertebrate foot across the filthy bar trading floor, curling into a miserly ball in spite of the understructure that held her down. She could experience her purulent ripping under the cold-blooded military force of the thrill. She was sealed that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

Grady pulled his animal foot out of her again. Her pull cunt-lips were stretched so wide that it looked as though the men could suffer driven a truck up inside her. Her once-dainty pinkish cuntlips were blood red and swollen.
'' Shut up, you big-assed slut, '' a man said, and flicked a lit match into her open mouth.

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

Lynda could n't take anymore. There was n't one maculation on her svelte, supple body that did n't burn with pain. Her cunt and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric practice. Her knocker were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an ocean of agony. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thighs around Grady 's ankle.

'' feast those legs ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his foot around inside Lynda 's wounded cunt. `` Spread them, whore, or I 'll shove my foot up your stinking dickhead ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky opprobrious hair was spread out around her in a wilderness tangle, her sultry body glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost shaver. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the defiled landlady. It made him want to kick her even harder.

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

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

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

Lynda bucked her ass up off the ground to meet the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady 's foot. Her ravaged pussy clamped around Grady 's articulatio talocruralis, spilling cuntream all over his metrical unit. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the storey, and Lynda climaxed again.

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


CHAPTER sevener
Buck dropped to his human knee behind her and wrapped his warm manus around her plush, silky second joint. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her legs as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in agony as he flattened her long, sultry body on the nasty bathroom floor. Then he drove his immense, hard stopcock up her asshole, and hurting shot through her body like liquid fire.
'' shake your big sweet ass, beloved ! '' Buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot niggling voider on my big prick !
Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the cruddy floor, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while sawhorse demolished her aphrodisiac torso. Every goring stab of his peter made Lynda 's boob swing and her ass jiggle. His strong bridge player jerked her back to receive every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with joy and dropped to his knee beside Lynda 's nerve. Lynda jerked with surprisal when his cock splattered her face with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her cheek and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full lips and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fuck me back, you dumb cunt ! '' sawhorse hissed, grabbing Lynda 's backbreaking, hanging tits and crushing them against her consistency. `` Move your faineant ass ! ``

Buck rabbit-fucked her waste shit-chute, drilling his rooster brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the endeavor of trying to make clean the floor while having her bid, injure shitter fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole tight around buck 's bruising prick, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a sexy cat in rut. She humped her ass back against long horse 's massive cock. Her kitty-cat was dripping and squirming, her button buzzing like an alarm clock.

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! '' she cried out with every punishing push of sawhorse 's cock up her motherfucker. `` Oh yes ! Oh yes ! Oh, oh, oh yessssss ! ``

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

'' Aaaaahhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, tossing her head back off the floor as Buck squirted jism deep into her ruined motherfucker. `` Cum ! Cum ! Cum ! ``

It felt like lava was flowing up her tight, hot voider. sawhorse 's jism burned every bust and abrasion in her sweet asshole. The flack seemed to burn through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a spastic as one dollar bill unloaded his cock-cream abstruse inside her thrashing, sexy torso. Lynda slammed her scummy human face back against the floor, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the face of a lover
one dollar bill pulled out of her ass, his big cock dripping jism and blood. He wiped his twinge clean on the small of Lynda 's rear. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his post, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with delight, dragging herself across the toilet floor. A man dropped to his knees in front line of her and jacked on his cock until he spurted his cum all over her boldness. Lynda gurgled with insane glee as the man 's jism slapped against her lovely characteristic. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the floor and rubbed her face into it.
Lynda pounded her head against the story and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing putz, pussy-juice track from her swollen pussy almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her wounded shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. Cocks slid into her pussy and bunghole at the same prison term. Lynda 's fork was at exactly the right height for the men to stay their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's shoulders were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the pain in the ass stun beauty as if her spine was being disclose, her right leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your tit, bitch, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her head. `` plug on those big jug ! They 're hanging in your fucking face, hussy ! Chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in pity and agony, but she parted her rim and washed her jolly pink natural language over her heated, sleek tit-flesh. Her torso was swaying as the men fucking her twat and SOB pounded their putz inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a swipe Fish at the end of the roach that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging breast with her spit. She bit at the big, soft tits until her creamy pelt was covered with the marks of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the ignominy of having to mistreat her own sensitive boob and at the agony of the unrelenting double fuck she was having to endure.

The men fucked her savagely. They angled their rooster straight down into her torso and pounded her brutally against the base. Lynda felt as if her swollen fuck-holes were being scrubbed with emery paper. The two asshole felt like baseball bat as they pounded into her fuck-holes.

The man fucking her pussy was the beginning to cum. He filled her puss with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her soak pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her marshy bitch while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his hammer goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upturned face. The worthless slap of jism on Lynda 's breast and facial expression made her whine with mortification. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his load. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his prick into her jism-drenched pussy. Her unfermented little twat had been fucked raw by the dozens of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lube as she was, the turncock roll in the hay in her pussy still sent lightning dash of agony sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted deeper inside Lynda 's blind drunk picayune ass tunnel than she would throw believed possible. Her asshole was so reamed out that it offered no resistance to the flush of cock-juice. The angle she was hanging at gave further aid to the jism as it poured deep inside her squirming, sexy body.

Another man stepped up to replete her ass with cum as soon as the first backed away. And after the second twosome filled her soggy fuck-holes with jism another pair stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the line of men who stood waiting for act at her harry puss and asshole.

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

Her cunt and asshole were dripping gummy pool of jism. The slippy lily-white cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the shot of her ass and down her dorsum, over her quivering apartment tum and onto her tits and face.

Lynda had thought that her pussy and asshole would go numb from all the fucking. Instead they seemed to hurt more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the prison term the first of all twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant quantity, unbearable agony.

She was gnashing at her tits, biting and sucking at them as if she wanted to mark herself for life. She chewed on her nipples until they were swollen and pinnace. Then she gnawed on them some more, until they felt like so a good deal ground hamburger.

Men squatted near her head and beat themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her wide blue centre. Cum sloughed off her cheeks in inch-thick wave. Jism glazed her nose, painted her lip, filled her capitulum and puddled in the hole 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 flabby pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every in of her lush body .