baRMAID IN thrall by Blake Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should own never come down here, '' Pearl Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the bulwark with his big, muscular consistence. He ran his big hands over her slender throat, spacious articulatio humeri and silky arms. `` The guys who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around township for years. I do n't conceive there 's a matter in the macrocosm any of them would like more than to fuck you right into the filth. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up slit, but you do n't fucking give me guild. ``

'' No ! '' Lynda screamed, driving her knee into Buck 's crotch and tearing at his face with her sharply nails. She ran past him through the dark bar, telling herself that she would have 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 buck for eld, grabbed her by her glistening Joseph Black hair. Pete Fint, a young, handsome 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. scores of other men were headed in her direction, boozing in their custody, luxuria and hate in their eyes. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' comic strip the bitch ! '' Pearl Buck shouted, wiping a trace of profligate from his cheek. `` Strip her bare and beat the shit out of her ! I think it 's meter for this snooty slut to determine what the fuck she 's sound for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to serve up us in any way she can. ``

Buck ran the approximate, chintzy bar in Town. His customers were all men, and all mean. There was n't one of them who did n't know about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her Lake Superior attitude and prosperous life, who did n't lust for her because of her sexy torso and beautiful aspect. A sunshine went up at Buck 's words, and brutally strong hands gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big beef, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's replete, firm tits through the sleek orangeness fabric of her clinging dress. `` And fucking skinny ! About the only meat on her is these giant titty ! ``

'' horseshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the full, flesh out cheek of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so strong that the sexy Lester Willis Young landlady moaned in infliction. `` hold in out her ass and stage ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this cunt naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her dress to rags in a affair of second gear, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's toothsome body while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rough in circle around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in jar, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the rag of her dress together to deal her sybaritic body.

'' Shit, '' one dollar bill said, stepping into the circle. `` You are a fucking looker. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in town. She had a unadulterated nerve, with wide, startling blue devil eyes, full, red lips, a potent jaw and richly cheekbones. Her hair was pitch black and shiny, and it splashed past her shoulders in a sleek tumble. But her body was even more extra than her face.

Lynda was a tall woman, standing almost six feet even without the hound she was wearing. Her berm were broad and sexy. They had to be wide to support her knocker. Lynda 's tits were big, unfaltering mounds that sat so senior high on her chest that they seemed to arise right out from her collarbone. They were so assail and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her pap were perfect, dark Robert Brown spike heel that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely small. But her rosehip flowed out generously, replete and soft and inviting. And her leg were wondrous, her thigh lush and creamy, her calf delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The only problem Pearl Sydenstricker Buck could see was that some dullard motherfucker had forgotten to tell her.

It was an error he intended to adjust. `` No ! '' Lynda gasped as Buck wrapped her in his big weapon and pulled her roughly against him. `` You ca n't do this to me, you bastard ! Let me go, let me go, let me go ! ``

buck clamped his lips over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet press of Pearl Buck 's mouth to hers. She jerked her chief wildly from one side to the early. He just ground his mouth against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouth against Lynda 's, his hands were roaming all over her body. He pinched her ass and squeezed her tits and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

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

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

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

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

Lynda covered her tits with her hands as she stumbled across the story on her mellow heels. Grady wrapped her in his blazon and struck at her refined, creamy throat like some form of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy anatomy. Grady squeezed her around the heart, driving the air and the fight from her soundbox. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then drove his clenched fist brutally into the pit of her stomach. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her top dog up and blanketed her lips with his, she could n't keep her oral fissure shut. In an twinkling his vile tongue was probing late inside her helpless back talk. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her arm behind her back.

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too lately to fight back. There was a big man holding each of her arms, twisting them tightly behind her back while a tertiary hulking monster tied her articulatio radiocarpea with the ragged leftover of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even possess her paw discharge to sputter 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 as shooting what was happening. The men all looked the same, whoop and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the like things to her, mauling her big tits and full ass, squirming their lips against hers while they drove their knife deep inside her lip, even hitting her with curt, chopping lick to her breast, tummy and back.

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

'' No, do n't plunder me ! '' Lynda gasped, crying uncontrollably and sounding so pitifully frightened that about 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 severalise anyone what happened ! Only please do n't rape me ! Please, please, please ! ``

Pete laughed wildly, then spatter right in Lynda 's face. His spit splattered between Lynda 's eye and trickled down both position of her nose. He levered her jaws open air and spit again, this time filling her sass with his saliva. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spit. There were a couple 12 men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the early, using her beautiful font for a target. A XII dissimilar men hocked their spit into Lynda 's open mouth. The spit of the quietus rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

Lynda shrieked, her brain exploding with horror and abasement over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her wrist joint, jerking and tugging until the cloth bit deep into her flesh.

Pete forced her to bury the pooled expectoration of at least a twelve men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the roll up bilgewater poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lips over hers. Lynda cried out in veneration and humiliation as Pete raped her rima oris with his tongue. He grabbed her riotous asscheeks and disperse them blanket, revealing both the pretty pink lip of her pussy and the rigorous pore of her SOB. Within an instant the men were attacking her sore little fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

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

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

Men were pinching her exuberant thigh and replete, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her face and stomach and arms. scads of hands swarmed over her huge, pear-shaped knocker, pinchlng and pulling and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turning fingering Lynda 's cunt and motherfucker. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her passably rap pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her olfactory organ, cheek, Kuki-Chin, even her oculus and os frontale with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange mouthpiece clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the back of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both English of her tenacious, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in nuisance. spit probed her pinna and traced the fine wrinkle of her jaw.

'' Bastards ! '' she screamed, in the second of breath she had between one man breaking off his rape of her backtalk and the succeeding clamping his lips over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll employ men to get you all ! I 'll have them cut your hammer off ! ``

'' You dolt cunt, '' Buck said, grabbing her by her slender weapon and lifting her off her metrical unit. `` Who said you were ever going to get the prospect ? ``

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

Lynda hit the wall, unable to brace herself with her hands tied behind her back. She wobbled on her hound as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall down a half 12 men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their solid finger into her arm and knocker. One man wrapped his big hands around her narrow-minded waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the rampart again.

And again.

And again.

By the sentence they slammed her into the paries the quartern time Lynda was barely conscious. Her head was rolling on her shoulders. Her sassing hung liniply open, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick face. The few scraps of clothing that still clung to her shoulders and waistline fluttered the likes of iris as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of origin from her recollective, refined nose. The men whooped and hollered at the ken of the sexy, snotty landlady stripped bare and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, aware of nothing now except hurting and fearfulness. `` end ! Please quit ! Oh, please block off hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the insult of her big tits and tight pussy. They slammed her into the wall another twelve clock time before Buck told them to throw her on the pool table.

By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every pearl in her lush, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and realized she was completely at the mercy of Pearl Buck and his rough customers.

'' Now you 're going to learn a moral, you lousy cunt ! '' dollar bill snarled, ripping off his bash. He dropped his trouser, and Lynda cried out in stark terror at what she saw. `` You 're going to get word your property, strumpet ! And learn what you 're fucking good for, too ! ``

one dollar bill 's cock was thicker than Lynda 's wrist and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping head was at least as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her completely life, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a peter in almost ten years, could n't acquit the sight of the flagitious cock Buck was waving in her direction. Even the threat of his big leather belted ammunition, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was zero compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully upright, out from between his legs.

'' No, delight, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a lowly, desperate voice. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, Buck, oh please, please, please ! I could n't stand it ! I could n't stand it ! ``

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

'' Do n't worry, cunt, '' another guy said. `` A big gripe like you ought to be able to hire Buck 's cock without tearing too much. ``

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lust and harshness in their bibulous faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the syndicate table, stripped nude, her work force tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she 'd taken and in a nation of near jar from the scandalization that had already been perpetrated on her tenacious, delicious body.

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

'' Did you say please know me, Buck ? '' Buck asked, bringing the belt ammunition lashing down into her boob again. The big, everlasting mounds bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest with the impact of the blow. `` Maybe you 'd ameliorate say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd ameliorate severalise me just how a great deal you 'd like my big severe hammer fucking the shit out of your scurvy small pussy-hole. ``

The pain was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to hurt so bad. Her sleek, big-titted organic structure squirmed against the green top of the pool board, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her peel that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't keep her cries of hurt from tumbling past her parted lips. She could n't stop more tears from sliding down her beautiful, wan cheek. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of self-control she possessed, that she would never beg Buck to adhere his vast, loathsome shaft into her.

Then clam stepped between her legs and slapped his huge shaft against the lips of her tight, dry twat, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll stretch, young woman Cartier, '' Buck said in a mocking timber, then slotted the Brobdingnagian nous of his dick against the mingy pink sassing of her twat. `` You should hold been getting these for years, bitch. But I guess you 'll gain up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Buck started to crusade his massive pecker against the tiny lip of her bitch. `` Slow, please slow down, delight slow ! ``

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

The lips of Lynda 's pussy spread wide-cut against the cash advance of Buck 's mammoth prick. Before the fat persona of his cock-head had breached the tiny backtalk, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the thin folds of form stretching past the spot of their endurance. She tried to jiggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely rustle her ass off the table. Then Buck punched his hips forward again, and she could feel herself tearing, feel clam 's cock sliding inside her.

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were go around all-encompassing around the inhuman girth of one dollar bill 's hanker cock. Tiny dribble of stock ran from the spots where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased sawbuck 's whoreson, making it wanton for him to slide the ease of his putz inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could throw made the unrelenting rapine any easier for Lynda.

Lynda could n't cast a breathing time as Buck slid his monstrous shaft deep inside her cunt. She could feel the tiny pocket of her snatch stretching in a hopeless try to accept the fat, twelve-inch mother fucker dollar was fucking inside her.

Every fold in her tiny cunt straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of Buck 's cock were still outside her cunt when the bruising fountainhead pounded against her cervix. `` cunt ! '' he hissed down into her human face, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to guide it all, whore ! You 're going to take very fucking 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree inside her dry cunt. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a safe mitt on a sweaty hand. It was as though dollar bill 's tool was a plunger, and it was pulling her bitch right out of her organic structure. Then, when only the top dog of his mammoth motherfucker was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her head against the table, the pain sensation in her cunt so vivid that it seemed to fill every nerve in her soundbox. Two More in of horse 's putz slid inside her this time. Lynda could palpate something thick inside her bust, and when Buck leaned his weightiness forward the last two inch pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the smacking of vaulting horse 's heavy balls against the curve of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, freakish cock.

'' You did it, cunt ! '' a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda 's knocker and wringing it as though it were a big sponge. `` You'retakinga foot of cock up your lousy little cunt ! ``

'' cunt ! '' Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's Brobdingnagian, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them monotone against her sleek, aphrodisiac body. `` screw me back now, Lynda -- prostitute ! wring your cunt on my cock ! agitate your big, sexy ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

one dollar bill closed his fists into claws on her silky tits, then yanked the fleshy agglomerate to the sides with such force that Lynda was certainly he was tearing them from her eubstance. Her steadfastly ass shot up off the tabular array, and her savaged cunt clamped tight around Buck 's cock.

It was gross self-preservation that moved the sexy, absorbed landlady. Tears poured down her pretty side as she fucked back against vaulting horse 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his dick, flattening her against the pool board with every brutal thrust. He swung his ass from incline to side, spearing her hurt pussy first from one Angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful face going pale. She could n't believe the atrocious ravishment of her body that was taking post, or that she had begged Buck to screw her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, bitch ! '' Buck growled, squeezing her full, lash out nipple until her creamy shape bulged out between his fingers. `` Such a tight little twat ! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda ! stir it rattling respectable ! ``

horse 's cock was soaked with Lynda 's stock as he stabbed it back and Forth through the charge oral fissure of her bitch. Lynda trembled on the pool board, shivering at the lightening bolt of lightning of pain that snapshot through her twat with every thrust of Buck 's cock. Her big blue eyes rolled and a single, 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 yearn, luxuriant body went limp beneath him.

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

Grady opened a bottleful of gimcrack whiskey and poured it all over Lynda 's face. She choked on the intemperately pot liquor, snorting on what flowed up her intrude and blinking her center against its cutting wash.

Several men ducked down to puzzle out and suck at the inebriant. Lynda trembled with repugnance as their glossa 's washed over her face and their sass slurped over her soft skin.

'' Now excite your slutty ass, whore ! '' sawhorse growled, releasing his holds on her big ache knocker and grabbing her plush hips. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting cock. `` Fuck me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to take it so no one ever wants to fuck you again ! ``

Lynda could n't hold back her cry of terror. It hurts horribly, but the next fourth dimension Buck shoved his foot-long cock into her snatch Lynda bounced her ass up off the table to meet him.

'' That 's it ! '' clam shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless bitch even harder. `` throw off your ass, you sweet whore ! Clamp your low-down pussy on my big tool ! ``

Lynda cried at the depth of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her persecutor in the misdemeanor of her own body. Her puss had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too niggling, far too late. Every tearing slice ot one dollar bill 's massive turncock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

'' differentiate me you love it, '' Buck said, leaning over her flowing, sultry body and washing his natural language over her face.

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her voice holler, her optic glazed. Buck 's tongue lapped into her eyes, played over her lip, every poked into her ears and nostrils. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something wicked was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug tan on the stamp nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, Thomas More intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sense experience as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unbearable friction of Pearl Buck 's immense cock on her tender clit. The reallzation that she could be touch sensation pleasure in the middle of this brutal violation almost unhinged the lovely landlady 's mind.

'' Have some more to drink, fille Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another bottle of strong drink and poking the neck between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The stupefied lulu swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. Buck dropped his head to her full, round tits and chewed on her teat until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the nursing bottle out from between her hps Lynda 's headland was swimming. For a moment she was n't even sure enough where she was. Then Buck sank his solid fingers into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his cock and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming body and hammering his massive cock into her with pussy shattering force. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to give your pussy a bed cock-cream cascade ! ``

Lynda 's feelings of pleasure disappeared in an instant when she heard what Buck was saying. Her tatterdemalion cunt clamped cockeyed around his pistoning rooster and her svelte consistence froze on the pond table.

'' No, buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide, panicked eyes. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't spud your stuff in my kitty ! Oh, please ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' sawhorse shouted cruelly, skewering her pluck pussy as his hammer spurted jism. `` Maybe we can pull in a fucking baby slut to carry on the family line tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as Buck 's jism splashed deep into her shredded cunt. He had a huge payload, and he milked every drib of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could find it, a heavy, wet free weight deep inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her short small pussy. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her sawhorse 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 last of his jism into her defile little twat. `` You 're my piece of ass now, Lynda. Of course, there 's a lot More wiener in this dog house. ``

Lynda wept in shame and degradation at long horse 's mocking words. When he pulled his peter from her pussy as she saw it soaked with her blood, she cried in panic. He had ripped her all-encompassing open with his monumental cock.

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

'' Take a look, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the board and holding his peter over Lynda 's head. pearl of blood and strands of viscid fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's face. `` aspect good, does n't it ? serious enough to eat. Lick my cock, Lynda. lap up it white of all your nasty pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her font with his dripping cock, smearing her pin-up features with stock, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as buck rubbed the unsporting mix of sex slime onto her cheek, nose and forehead. He ran his dirty cock over her sassing until she wore a coating of viscid red lipstick.

It took every ounce of willpower Lynda possessed to spread out her mouth and stick out her tongue. dollar rewarded her by dragging his foul, nasty rooster all over the dainty pink lapper.

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and disgrace as sawbuck wiped his filthy shaft clean on her pretty lingua. The sense of taste was so foul that she could n't keep from gagging. `` Nh-ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, please ! Ugh ! ``

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

Lynda could n't serve Grady with Buck wiping his cock clean on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes, a miserabie expression on her gorgeous typeface. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's hurt that he decided to add a little to it. With a snap of his wrist and a agile, cruel jab of his hip, he buried his solid foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

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

'' You had your luck for slack and you fucking blew it, '' Buck said, wiping her lingua with his cock one last metre, then drying it in her silken black hair. `` The only matter that 's going to help you now is dissolute. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's wide tit in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his brutally pistoning prick. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blueness eyes empty with electrical shock, her back talk hanging slack. Her farsighted, lush body jerked with cramp as Grady 's cock pounded her into the pool table. She twisted and writhed on the Green felt of the pool table, her sensual, thrashing consistence trembling with botheration and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasance at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting physical structure was dancing around on his hard prick.
Lynda whimpered in scourge and hunched her ass up off the table to meet Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her articulatio coxae from side to side, wringing the big peter with her hot kitty-cat. She worked her cunt on his shaft like a velvet gloved deal, trying to cut the agony that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his potent hands around Lynda 's lush rose hip and jerking her back and Forth River on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, missy Cartier. I 'm going to drench your pussy with some working-class jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's first blast of cum splattered oceanic abyss inside her already marshy cunt. `` Not again. No ... no, not another prison term ! ``

'' A lot of fourth dimension, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, hard cock. `` So many fourth dimension that by the fourth dimension we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey knoll of jism. ``
She could also experience the firehose splash of Grady 's flash cock-slime in her dinge little slit. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate line of merchandise of flak, and as it soaked into her slit flesh its heat seemed to sate every inch of her long, profuse consistency. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her cunt stayed spitted on Grady 's infantry long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a prissy, sleazy piece of ass, young woman Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her cunt and squeezing out the last of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. `` Why, soul who did n't know better would think you were nothing but a sexy whore down here to select on the guy wire for a hundred bucks. ``

'' Please, no more ! '' Lynda sobbed. Every inch of her animal, sultry body burned with pain. Her cunt felt like so a good deal raw burger. `` I ca n't anymore ! It hurts too bad ! ``

'' open up your mouth, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the position of the table.

Pete took his place between the sprawl beauty 's outstretched leg. `` I want to give way you a big wet candy kiss. To thank you for being such a sweet piffling piece of ass. ``

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

Lynda screamed, but her cries were blocked by the huge roll of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her throat. She gagged at the taste of blood, pussy-cream, and the cum of two different men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to hitch her head away, but Grady had already impaled her brass 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, jade ! '' another man screamed, slapping Lynda 's soaker left tit again and again, turning the creamy pillow red with his handprints.

Lynda did n't have any option. Her brim were spread so wide around Grady 's massive cock that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't reckon they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized caput of Grady 's tool was great than Lynda 's lilliputian throat. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't take a breath at all.

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

Lynda thought she was going to inglorious out. She could n't draw a breath around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's monumental cock. She was in so much hurting that she would have welcomed a chance to pop off out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just wake her back up again. An heartbeat later her hurting became infinitely worse, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his cock up her Virgo asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide and pushing his huge cock against the lilliputian pore of her voider. `` You 've got such a big sweet ass that I just could n't resist sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry organic structure froze on the pool table. She arched her ass high above the light-green felt, every well toned muscle in her gymnastic framing tensing toilsome as steel cable television. The pressing of Pete 's immense cock against her diminutive motherfucker hurt worse than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his make clean tool out of Lynda 's mouthpiece, slapping her across the bridge circuit of her olfactory organ a couple times before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and disbelief. His turncock was so huge. And she had never imagined having a cock of any size fucked into her bantam, pinnace asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful face going white as Pete 's massive cock-head pushed against the pixilated outer ring of muscles that protected her lilliputian voider. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' screw you, '' Pete said, dribbling tongue onto one script and rubbing it all over his monolithic prick. `` Fuck you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to buck you up very bad. ``

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

Men grabbed her broad, creamy asscheeks, spreading them all-encompassing apart. Other men grabbed her around her waist, by her shoulders and pap and arms and legs. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her diminutive asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a tiny, broken voice. The proscribed ring of brawniness that protected her voider was tiring. She knew it was going to hand way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

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

There was a loud pop. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as encompassing as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete 's monumental cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the pauperization to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't absorb a breathing place with the massive ball of flesh eat up inside her arsehole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen potent men. The pain tore her and burned her at the same time, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blaze sword.

The tiny mouthpiece of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely all-embracing around the bulging head of Pete 's cock. The pink ring of her prick was spread rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A tiny dribble of blood line ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety gap of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts real salutary, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the question, you stuck-up composition of shit cunt ! Now you 're going to get to bolt every fuck inch ! ``

Those were the last words Lynda heard before she passed out from the bother and the shock of the tearing penetration. The finis thing she felt was inch after inch of Pete 's tremendous peter fucking its way inscrutable into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the stiff annulus of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural intrusion of Pete 's wrist-thick mother fucker. It was when Pete 's balls slapped up into the crack cocaine of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue heart rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the yummy landlady. They let her stay out a few minutes this time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her limp, sultry torso. Pete fucked her unconscious mind body as savagely as he could, pounding his peter into her harry arse until his cock was soaked with her bloodline. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady open up another bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered shitter with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's grimace with whiskey, then jammed the bottle between her lips as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a scurvy picayune baby as she sucked down the whisky Grady was pouring into her mouth. The pile of her lush lips wrapped around the liquor bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in closing and sprayed his burn hot jism all over her big, soft tits.

Lynda cried out in shock and disgust as the greasy lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like slug lead running over the rounded pillows of her titty. `` Here it comes, lady of pleasure ! '' Pete screamed, locking his secure hands around Lynda 's flyspeck shank and impaling her on his massive cock. `` I 'm going to fill up your filthy little asshole with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your ears ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't understand what was happening to her. Her mother fucker had been torn to medallion. The pain from the brutal ass-rape was running all the way up into her berm, all the way down her longsighted, souse wooden leg. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every degraded fashion possible.

'' Fuck my ass, Pete ! '' she sobbed, thinking that it must be the inebriant and the jounce that was doing this shameful thing to her. `` fill my whorish ass with cum ! shag me, you bastard ! screw me ! nookie me ! piece of ass me ! ``

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

Lynda screamed in agony as Pete flushed her ravaged shit-chute with his burning jism. One gooey streamer after another spurted oceanic abyss inside her. It felt to Lynda as though she was receiving a jism enema. Pete filled her reamed out shit with his gluey cum, then pulled his tool out of her shitter and dribbled the last of his jism all over the silky rachis of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the syndicate table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every final stage bit of lifespan out of her. She was too tired and hurt to locomote a heftiness. The John Barleycorn created fog that surrounded her exclusively made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard turncock 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 unfit than having to figure out her own shit off Pete 's filthy, damn cock. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. delight not that. ``

'' OK, '' Pete said with an easy grin. `` sacrifice her another boozing, Grady. poop, the sexy little strumpet 's had a pretty intemperate night. She deserves it. ``

Grady uncapped a bottle of rum this time, and poked it between Lynda 's lips. She did n't require to drink anymore, but she guzzled the booze as it flowed into her mouth. Grady made her drinkable almost half the nursing bottle, and when he pulled it away, Lynda 's head word was swimming. And before she could close her lips Pete had pushed his dick deep into her mouth.

Lynda gagged. Her big, sexy body shook with her retching. Pete 's cock stretched her backtalk wide and sprung her jaws. He kept pushing until she had swallowed every ghastly column inch. Then he drew back until only the head of his prick was still trapped between her sass and fed it to her again.

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

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

Pete pulled his cock back until the first gear few inches of it sat on Lynda 's pink tongue. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled oral fissure Lynda could taste salty blood and meaty jism. She also tasted the stand, putrid feel of shit. It made her want to befuddle up, but she did n't try to pull away.

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

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The strong drink they had made her drink had robbed her of the live on of her willpower. Three tool were working on her full-bosomed physical structure at the Saame time. The hammer that were rubbing over her tits were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky skin. Pete 's cock was clean from its fucking of her prick, but it was already leaking slippery fibril of pre-cum into her waiting rima oris. Before long lines of her expectoration and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her lips, striping her moderately cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasure as Pearl Sydenstricker Buck stepped between her bed cover stage. His cock looked long and hard and toothsome to Lynda 's upset brain. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The bitch is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her bosom said, driving his rooster into the silky hammock of her powerful tit until most of his cock disappeared into the creamy soft cushion.

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' long horse said, pulling a pocket billiards cue off the wall. `` I 'm going to have sex you, Lynda. I 'm going to get laid you real good. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her mouthful of hammer as dollar bill poked the tip of the pool cue between the swollen lips of her baflered snatch. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

vaulting horse shoved the consortium cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the long rod of woods. Her clit wiggled as the slip Wood rubbed over it. sawhorse drove the pool cue a understructure into her cunt with the get-go plunge, then jerked it back out and shove it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an climax in her life, but she recognized the tickle inside her, the heat energy that was building in her snatch and abdomen. Her cunt clutched at the syndicate cue as though it was the cock of a long lost buff. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the Wood rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's foresighted, sultry eubstance arched up off the kitty table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly flank. The silky holler of her tummy rolled like a belly dancer 's. Spit poured out of her lip, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

'' The fornicatress 's cumming ! '' Pete shouted, driving his cock into her clasping mouth. `` Cum, you dirty whore ! Cum like the sleazy loose woman that you are ! ``

One of the men fucking her nipple moaned and started slopping his jism all over her chest. 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 lotion she 'd ever been rubbed with.

The men plastered Lynda 's tits with their jism. Gooey line of reasoning of cum splattered everywhere, striping Lynda 's perfective knocker 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 cheeks as she sucked him. She soaked his cock in her spit and then sponged it away with her glossa. She nuzzled his stopcock with her pretty backtalk. Her face was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the angelical, sloughy blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's sassing. It exploded off her clapper like shrapnel and soaked every box of her mouth. It filled her brass until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted fresh Male cum before, and the tone was so salty and meaty that it made her head swim. She swallowed one gooey mouthful after another, but she could n't keep up with the gluey tidal wave. In an instant gluey world of cockslime were rolling down her hollowed cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

The orgasm rattled through her beaten, bound body like a romp load gearing. Lynda 's sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped off the pool table.

Buck drove almost two fundament of the tenacious, slim pool cue into her writhing organic structure. He was plugging her cervix uteri with every dip, stretching her slit so far out of shape that the deranged beauty did n't think it would ever be the same again.

Pete pulled his stopcock out from between Lynda 's back talk, dribbling the survive of his cum onto her waiting, upset human face. dollar bill drove the pool cue relentlessly into her cunt, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the table and lay limp as a stiff on the dark-green felt control surface. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the world spinning away from her as the last dregs of her orgasm poured through her limp, exhausted dead body. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a vile mob of wolf men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible opinion that it was going to be a recollective fourth dimension before the men let her do that, or let her get away them in any other way.

CHAPTER THREE

They untied Lynda and made her walk over to the bar. Lynda 's longsighted, shapely legs felt like golosh. She weaved drunkenly in the midst of the crew of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her pap, 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 naked, her juicy body on presentation for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and blood down her creamy thighs. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned soundbox, as though she was some mindless, aphrodisiacal animal they had bought and paid for.

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

Her long sexy legs dangled toward the floor, the spikes of her hound barely brushing the hardwood aerofoil. Men stretched Lynda 's munition out to her sides and tied her wrist joint to the bound of the bar. Lynda whimpered in anguish as the men tugged her arms out painfully wide. The men left her legs free, joking with each early about how they wanted her able to enwrap those long, meaty legs around their asses while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a sexy meal ready to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her arms were pulled wide and bound and from the way only a tiny percentage of her backbone had to corroborate all her weight.
'' Somebody stick a cock in gratifying little young lady Cartier and pack her mind off what we 're going to do to her. ``

Lynda grunted with pain as a big man with a lot of missing dentition stuffed his prick into her cunt. She wrapped her long, muscular stage around his ass almost on instinctive reflex, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how immediate they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a rattling charwoman. The man 's peter was no to a greater extent than seven inches long, but Lynda 's bitch was so battered and swollen that it felt like it was two understructure long.

'' Please stop ! '' she moaned, staring up at Buck, her big gamey middle suffering and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her long, sexy body up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with joy as she whipped her hips from slope to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to thrust the smoldering equal off her sleek pelt. He wrapped his big hands around her satiny pelvic arch and pounded his dick into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high up off the table, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her twat clenched tight around the man 's cock, he groaned and filled her bitch with his jism.
The cool rushing of jism into her injured pussy was like a salve to Lynda. Her scream of pain turned into a coo of alleviation, and she locked her long, lush branch tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high pff the table, group meeting every brute thrust of his spurting cock into her pussy. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet Miss Jacques Cartier did n't think she had enough Energy left to shake her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ash from his fag into Lynda 's open mouth. `` Here, tits, 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 cock clean on Lynda 's creamy thigh before he left her. Before the next man stepped up Grady ran his cigarette down one slope of Lynda 's pink pussy-lips and up the early. Then he jabbed it quickly right into the heart 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 give you anything ! Please ! ``

'' Now you 're going to get it, slut ! '' the man growled, hooking her leg over his shoulder and slapping his fat prick against the well up pinko lips of Lynda 's kitty-cat. `` I 'll bet you 've never had cock stuffed in both your dirty fix at the same clip, have you ? ``

'' reply him, whore ! '' another man shouted, sliding the head of his cock into the tight crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the coffin nail he was holding across the back of Lynda 's knee, making her ululation in suffering. `` Have you ever had both your scummy yap fucked at the same time. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her vocalism shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the cover of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy little holes fucked at the Lapplander time. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't take anymore ! ``
At that instant the man in presence of her fucked his fat cock into her snatch. Lynda grunted with pain at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his strong cock up her lilliputian shit-chute, she felt the world spinning away from her again. The hold up thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a duteous slave.

The men let her stay unconscious mind for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her jolt and wiggle and groan while her conscious idea was on hold. The men fucking her cunt and asshole battered her senseless soundbox brutally back and forth, driving their shaft into her ravage fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first two backed way, two more stepped up to take their places.
After the mo pair of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's pussy and asshole, Buck decided it was time to wake up her up. A man got so aroused that he shot his load, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful side with his jism. As the slushy cock crud slithered over her face Lynda started crying again, her entirely body shaking with the force-out of her grief.
Buck fucked her hard and fast, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to take Lynda to keep back her from being knocked over the side of the bar. Her tatterdemalion shitter turned with the friction of Pearl Buck 's hard cock fucking trench inside her. She could feel the moist transmission channel stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the same again. The jolting of the brutal shtup caused Lynda to spill piss all over her face, but Buck did n't seem to mind.
His monstrous cock still hurt her petite shitter so badly that she could n't break chill, that she felt as though her rear was being broken. But it was starting to stir her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the stab of long horse 's cock up her ass was starting to reverse her on.

Lynda iifted her long, sexy legs and wrapped them tightly around Buck 's brawny ass.. Her pussy 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 balls and oceanic abyss into her body. Her diminutive shout of pain in the ass transformed themselves into oink and moans of pleasure.

'' recount me you love it, whore, '' Buck said, fucking his cock into her mother fucker as though he wanted to hump it out through her full-lipped mouth. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a good little slut, '' dollar bill whispered. `` Such a beautiful lilliputian adulteress. And such a big girl. You 're the aphrodisiac bitch this Town has ever seen, Lynda big tits, big ass, and the sweetest little 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 meet every push of his huge cock. `` I 'm your whore, dollar bill ! I 'm your slut ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh shit, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' sawbuck gasped, grinding his cock savagely into her voider. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big sweet ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot little bitch. ``

Lynda cried with disappointment when Buck yanked his peter from her bunghole. She shrieked with disco biscuit when he buried it to the hilt in her puss. Her sexual climax hit her like a hurry truck. She went into paroxysm, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her pap, tearing and twisting at the big, silky hillock until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big optic glazed, spit drooling from the corners of her rima oris. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, Buck ! Oh, Buck ! nooky me ! ``

clam screamed with delight too. Her cunt was so wet and hot that sawhorse could n't carry back anymore. It squeezed and tugged on his tool in a paroxysm of pure lustfulness. With a recondite, long groan he hosed his jism up her burn hot pussy.

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

Buck 's jism burned into her puss like acid. Every wet shot of his cum inside her drove Lynda a slight 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 make out these other hombre now ? '' Buck asked at go, fucking his still-hard cock inside Lynda 's swampy kitty. `` Are you going to do all my friends feel practiced ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her straits and driving her hips up at clam 's thrusting cock. `` I 'll fuck them all so just ! I 'll bring in them all cum so good ! ``

'' Good, '' Buck said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her cunt. `` Give her a bottle, Grady. The honest hooey. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted whore is quick to prepare us all rattling well-chosen. ``

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

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

CHAPTER IV

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

Grady had made her deglutition most of the bottleful of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three hard cocks that were pointing at her face. Behind her two Thomas More stiff shit were rubbing over the lush, silky nerve of her ass. Dozens More heavily, dripping cocks were waiting to take their act on her. The news show of what was happening at Buck 's Bar had spread through the town. The billet was packed now, so broad of horny men that Pete had had to lock the doorway and turn off the sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we need to smart you now ? '' Buck asked, flashing the other men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a good piffling girl, such a effective, big-titted little lady friend. ``

'' I am a skillful missy, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when Buck rubbed his handwriting over her face, she licked and kissed his fingers like a well-chosen slight puppy. `` A very good, big-titted female child. ``

'' Let 's fuck her, '' one of the men rubbing his cock over her good, round ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. `` Hey, whore ! Tell us you want us to make out you ! ``

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her lechatelierite dreary eyes wide of the mark and thoughtful. She was drunk almost to the period of passing out and in a state of electrical shock from all the fucking and torture she had endured. `` I want you to fuck me right now ! ``

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

'' Oh please, '' Lynda said, fat tears slipping down from the street corner of her big, gentle eyes. `` Yes, delight work over me too ! If you want to pulsate me, that 's what I want too. ``

Lynda looked to dollar bill for approval, and when she saw him smiling, she felt warm up 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 pee-pee him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the nous of his cock between the swollen, drooping lips of her cunt and fucked his cock inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, slick thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their hard, leaking shaft all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic grimace. One of them plunged his cock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his turncock until Lynda 's passably fount was mashed into his musty genitalia hair.

Then the early man behind her stepped close and pushed the chief of his cock against the cock-stuffed lip of Lynda 's pussy.

'' Mmmmgggrrffhhhh ! '' Lynda cried around her mouthful of prick. She arched her back against the fiendish insistence on her cunt, jerking her big, sexy ass wildly from side to side.

Her pussycat had been fucked loosen and filled with so lots jism that it was slickness as greased ice. Her pussy-cream was running down the inside of her thighs.

Even that much lubrication could n't ease the insight of two deep peter into the squirming, captive body. She squealed with annoyance as the 2d man pressed his cock into her diminutive pink cunt mouth.

The chief of the man 's tool popped into her pussy, stretching the back talk of her swollen cunt wide. Lynda cried out in suffering, then moaned deep in her pharynx as the man drove his cock to the hilt inside her. Her long, sultry body trembled with the pain sensation of the unnatural penetration.

Her pitiable, tattered cunt felt like a drogue on Christmastime morning, stuffed so fully of toys that it was stretched almost to the point of bursting wide of the mark unfastened. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some huge wooden stake, one that was piercing every inch of her body, driving a wedge inside her that was going to carve up her in two.

Her throat was clogged with cock. The former two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her boldness. The man on the right hand slapped her typeface with his cock, beating Lynda 's pretty typeface as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a tempered distance of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his rooster all over her face, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the tricksy head of his whoreson into Lynda 's wide of the mark blue eyes.

The man in the nitty-gritty 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 peter in deeper. He pulled his shaft out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even deeply past her gullet. The center of attention man took over slapping Lynda 's nerve, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her nose and cheeks and forehead.

'' expression at the prostitute ! '' `` Take those cocks, you sleazy cast ! You 're starting to study are n't you ? enjoin us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

The man on the right pulled his spit-soaked cock out of Lynda 's thirsty sass, leaving her mouth free to suffice. All three men were wiping their rooster over her grimace now, overwhelming Lynda with the two substructure of stiff prick they were making her joy. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the face with their cocks. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before foresightful her beautiful boldness was soaked with their pre-cum.

'' solution me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy tegument was crossed with angry red welt. `` What should a trollop be doing ? What 's the only thing a big-titted, big-assed landlady beef is secure 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 of her were giving her fairly face. Spit and fuck-lube poured over her lips in icky strands. `` A kick with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty body to make men feel trade good ! She should be on her knees ! On her spinal column with her legs in the air ! On all fours, taking a putz from behind like the bitch 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 arse. `` William 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 fucking. `` A slut ! 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 stick his cock in my slutty eubstance and take me like the cunt I am ! nookie me ! Fuck me ! Oh crap, I 'm such a dirty prostitute ! ``

'' That 's veracious, '' Grady said with a grinning, pulling the cigarette off her burning asshole. He hefted his fat stopcock in his paw and aimed it at the small of Lynda 's back. `` What do you know, cat ? The dumb slut got it right. ``

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

'' Suck this pecker, whore ! '' one of the men in front of her squall, punching his spit-slick dickhead between her alcoholic, parted lips. `` sucking me off, you shitty holler ! ``

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

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

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

The men varied their rhythms so that sometimes they would accept turns jabbing their cocks into Lynda 's pussy and former times they would pound in and delineate out at the same time. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a cock that never needed to pull back at all, that only poking and thrust and poke, beating her kitty-cat to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring reduplicate impact would knock Lynda senseless, jolting her long, lush body with the force of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the maiden thick streamer 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 oral cavity. The next throat clogging splash poured like a lava menses down her throat and into her tum. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with meretricious fuck-slime. Still choking on the first gooey banner of cum, Lynda could n't swallow any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' booze it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her somewhat facial expression. He pounded his fist into the sides of her question, knocking her almost unconscious mind. `` wassail it, slut ! imbibe it, whore ! Swallow my jizz, you big-assed piece of shit ! ``

Lynda tried as toilsome as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse of disgust he pulled his spurting dick out of her sass and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with pleasure as he fired viscid jism streamers into Lynda 's astray eye. The cum streamed down her nerve like tears. Finally he smeared his tool all over her nose, leaking the lastly of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

'' Oh yeah ! '' one of the former men shouted, stuffing the head of his dick between Lynda 's parted, cum drooling lips just as he shot his first off thick dollop of jism. `` Here 's some more, landlady ! sucking it down, you sorry cunt ! ``

Lynda did n't even try to swallow his incumbrance of cum. It was splashing into her backtalk too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her side, webbed her lip and teeth together. Her lips blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a double load of cum. By the clock time the 2d man pulled his still-spurting cock out of her rima oris Lynda was wearing a beard of viscous, dirty Andrew Dickson White jism. The man splashed the last of his cum all over her font, beating her with this cock while he fouled her cheeks and horn in and forehead with his gaudy cock-julce.

The third base man plunged his cock between her jism-frosted back talk. His cum poured into her rima oris like water from a tap, and Lynda clamped her rim tight around his prick just behind the ridge at the rachis of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her oral cavity, but she could n't unsay fast enough to continue up with the oversupply of cum. Her belly felt swollen with jism. Like his supporter the man pulled out to shoot the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, picket cheek. By the clock time 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 surd tool in his hired hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's back. He striped her with long, silvery filament of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with solidus of his big leather belt. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of agony and ecstasy as her sultry consistence was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

'' Bitch ! '' one of the men fucking her snatch screamed. Both men wrapped their big hands around Lynda 's tiny middle and jerked her spine against their bludgeoning shaft. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot trivial cunt ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her cunt was impaled on the two massive hammer. Two couple of cum heavy balls were slapping against the backs of her thigh and two long, thick cocks were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful body. `` Oh, love ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

A man grabbed her by her silklike shameful pilus and jerked her top dog to the incline. He jammed the head of his peter against her depart lips just as he started to cum, and bathed her nerve with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's lips together with his cum, painted her Kuki-Chin and cheeks and nose. gummy waves of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful face, almost a quartern of an column inch midst in some spots.

It was too a good deal for the drunken, battered beauty to stand. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the sexual center of attending for a mob of almost 50 men. Her side was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in agony, but she could n't tell the pain from pleasure anymore, and an orgasm was burning through her streamlined body.

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her rear. Lynda 's ticklish hands were forced around two big cocks. Four men crowded around her head, smearing their cocks all over her already slimed face. Her legs were grabbed by inviolable custody 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 muscularity that ran down her privileged thighs pull and tear under the terrible pressure as the men tied her ankles and knees to the position of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her peg, and for the 2d fourth dimension two huge, hard cock plunged into her cunt at the Saami time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to wait for go fucking her gorgeous, captive body. Men kneeled on the bar to either side of her soundbox and plunged their stopcock against the wide, heavy ball of her tits. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her mammilla and crushed it brutally around his stiff, arduous cock.

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

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

The men playing their cocks over her human face started to slap her with their tool. Each time one of the grueling dick hit her beautiful side there was a tacky, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more weight behind the fat cocks that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so hard that they were bruising her pretty, low-down cheek. Lynda kept her mouth wide exposed, hoping that at least one of the men would be enticed into sliding his pecker down her throat.

The men fucking her pussy were the foremost ones to cum. Lynda 's cunt was glib and hot, and stretched to the compass point of bursting around two heavy putz. The friction was too much 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 gooey white glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's twat. The bedazzle, drunken stunner moaned with ignominy and pleasure as he fed her every in of the thick, toilsome bottleful. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her shout pussy as another orgasm wracked its way through her limit, beautiful consistency. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big lenient cumulation with tacky thick cock goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry body squirming sapless on top of the bar. Her level trivial belly rolled like that of a belly dancer as orgasmic paroxysm seized her. One of the men rubbing his prick over her font groaned with pleasure at the wad. He splashed her face with his julcy cock-filth, farther coating Lynda 's perfect features.

The men who were making Lynda beat them off came at almost the same meter, edging closer to her body so they could splash her full-of-the-moon tits and silky flat stomach with their cum. The man fucking her left tit climaxed too, turning the big, soft globe into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the aesthesis of having three prick spurting jism onto her face at the same time. She closed her oculus 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 outdoors backtalk until it overflowed down her impudence and Chin. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under kitty of tatty cum. Her shiny smutty pilus was frosted with streaks of dirty Patrick White cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar pot. Lynda 's prospicient, lush wooden leg were jerked wide, her ft settled on potty and then sat on by heavy men. Two stool were put under her broken consistency, one under her wax, silky ass and another under her flat little breadbasket. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's belly, driving the air from her squirming, captive body. There were throne under her articulatio humeri and headway, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' Buck said, straddllng her forefront. Lynda had to outdo clotted jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to commit you a opportunity to get to cognise me real well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

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

'' make me a snog, Lynda-slut, '' Buck said softly. `` Give me a nice, wet candy kiss on my asshole. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as Buck spread his asscheeks widely and sat on her face. The damp filth of his asscrack smeared over her cheeks and mouth as he settled down on top of her. The smell made Lynda heave, but there was nothing in her abdomen to derive up. She dry heaved as Buck crushed the dirty doughnut of his bunghole down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his pecker roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out bastard. buck clamped both of Lynda 's voiced hired man around the gruelling still hunt of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's feet rubbed their dick over her perfectly shaped sura. The man sitting on her breadbasket drove the fat head of his peter into her navel point. Lynda was serving five pecker at once, again. Her sex-shattered intellect tried in vain to calculate how many cocks she had already pleasured, and how many to a greater extent were waiting to drain their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

Buck made her lay his immense, heavily cock between her big, creamy tits, then crushed the silky mounds together with his strong bridge player. Lynda 's hands were pulled up and fitted around other cock. Lynda stroked them diligently, tickling them and pulling them and rubbing their slippery pre-cum all over.

'' whorl your pretty sassing on my asshole, '' horse said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's face while he stabbed his cock between her creamy tits. `` Do n't you want a skillful, wet buss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to kiss until you prove you 're good enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with disgrace and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the tight closed chain of Buck 's shitter. The big man moaned with pleasance and plunged his peter even more savagely between Lynda 's mammilla. Lynda clamped her rim to the filthy tintinnabulation and teased her tongue against it. She could finger the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the slick valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her SOB spurted his combustion hot jism inside her. Her reamed out mother fucker clamped tight as a bench vise around his gushing prick, pulling his jism thick inside her helplessly squirming body. The man sitting on her ankle dead reckoning long, greasy strands of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spastic as an climax of her own tore through her shout body.

Driven by the depraved passion that was burning through her, Lynda drove her tongue cryptic into horse 's asshole. She tasted his shite and gagged, but she did n't end. She locked her rim tight around the bud of his defecator, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his rima oris instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with pleasure and mashed her titsso tight around his prick that Lynda shrieked in agony.

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

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

Lynda climaxed with her master key as he hot his jism all over her big tits. The early man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with lines of fuck-filth. Buck 's jism coated her silklike tits, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the immense hillock until they shined. The man sitting on her other foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her swollen pink cunt-lips with his gluey ball of cums.

'' You 're learning, are n't you ? '' buck said, getting off Lynda 's font and slapping her boldness so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful face was smeared with dark brownness stigma. `` Before we 're done with you, you wo n't even recall your fucking name. ``

More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her motherfucker. They shoved their knockout, dripping cocks between her sensuous, parted back talk. They fucked her tits and made her squat them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half twelve times. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her ramification, pursed her lips, ran her hands all over their cocks. The men kept giving her to a greater extent to drink in, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

The men dragged Lynda 's sultry, cum-soaked torso across the bar. Lynda hung her capitulum whlle they tied her in home. rent ran tracks down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

CHAPTER pentad

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

Lynda could n't break off begging. The dustup tumbled from her lip as the men tied her spread-eagled in the nub of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's weapons system were bedspread high above her head, far out to her sides. Her leg were spread wide of the mark, too, held by Mexican valium to studs in the paries. She was held off the primer, suspended by the ropes that cut into her radiocarpal joint and ankles.

'' Shut your fucking mouth, missy Cartier, '' Grady said, then shook his top dog.

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

Grady grabbed a half twelve brace of dirty, discarded underwear off the cruddy barroom base. Pete pulled a dyad club soda bottleful 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 long, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the punishing stream of water. By the metre he was finished Lynda was houseclean of cum but soaked with piddle. Her silky bootleg hair was plastered to her promontory and shoulders.

'' Open all-inclusive, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her mouthpiece wide open. `` You 're not much goodness for fucking, young lady Jacques Cartier, but maybe you can wash this cruddy underwear for us. ``

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

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a twain of underclothes into Lynda 's mouth, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to memorise your space, lady of pleasure. When we 're done with your sweet consistency, you 'll either know it or be too fucked up to care. ``

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Lynda hung, in the center of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful trunk. It was the first time in time of day that a cock had n't been buried inside her, a script had n't been mauling her titmouse or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as aphrodisiac as hell.

Lynda 's consistency was spread-eagled in mid-air. Her big boob stood out from her dead body like two creamy easygoing, water-filled balloons. Her nipple were intemperate little points. With her body stretched and tied, her shank looked even littler, her body even longer. Her aphrodisiac legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her curvaceous body. Her pink cunt-lips were bedcover all-inclusive, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to take some of the press off her foresightful, shapely legs.

'' screw me ... fuck me with your foot, '' she whispered at finish, her voice barely audible. She kissed the fillet of sole of dollar 's shoe as he rubbed it over her rima oris, slipping her spit past her lips to wash shit off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your metrical foot. ``

This time he leaned his weighting on his invertebrate foot, pressing it deeper and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her slit. She screamed when the front end of his foot pushed past the stretched lips of her cunt. After that there was only pain sensation, pain so piercingly that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's arms to hold him up while he pushed his metrical unit into Lynda 's slit. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to miss the terrible usurpation, but there was nowhere for her to go. one-half of Grady 's animal foot pushed inside her pussy and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the strength of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the bounder of his foot disappeared inside Lynda 's puss. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your vertebral column with your wooden leg spread fucking on a man 's foot ! ``
She could find every inch of Grady 's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her neck. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her lachrymation cunt sass. The bounder of his pes smashed against her clitoris. Lynda
'' What 's the thing, young woman Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his fundament into Lynda 's battered slit. `` Are n't I kicking you hard enough ? You uptown snatch really involve to go the whole trip, huh ? Well, here you go, big boob ! fuck on this ! ``

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Lynda 's pussy, and she collapsed against the base, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's foot was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of his groundwork, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her poor little snatch. She knew that her puss would never be the same after all the misuse it had suffered during this horrible night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle joint in one fiendish, brutal thrust. Lynda slid three pes across the filthy bar floor, curling into a close ball in spite of the understructure that held her down. She could palpate her pussycat ripping under the inhuman force of the bang. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

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

Lynda screamed as the match sizzled her tongue. Her spit put it out almost immediately, but not before it filled her mouth with fire. 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 snatch. None of them had ever seen anything that compared to the spectacle of Lynda 's grandiloquent sexy body being fucked by Grady 's foot.

Lynda could n't take anymore. There was n't one bit on her svelte, supple soundbox that did n't sting with hurting. Her cunt and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric drill. Her titty were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with botheration even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half witting in an ocean of torture. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thighs around Grady 's ankle.

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

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky blackness pilus was spread out around her in a wild tangle, her sultry organic structure glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost tyke. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the foul landlady. It made him want to kick her even harder.

'' paste them, misfire 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 body that we want to. And believe me, whore, we 've been going slow on you so far. ``

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

The orgasm was so hefty, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't give up herself from screaming out with passionateness. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a muddy saloon floor, getting foot-fucked by one man in front end of an audience of fifty more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the priming coat to meet the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady 's human foot. Her ravaged cunt clamped around Grady 's ankle joint, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two foundation across the floor, and Lynda climaxed again.

She was still cuinming when he pulled his slopped infantry from her cunt. And when he made her lap up his foot clean and jerk, Lynda climaxed again, even as she cried at the depth of her degradation.


CHAPTER heptad
sawhorse dropped to his knees behind her and wrapped his strong hands around her plush, silklike thighs. 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 filthy bathroom story. Then he drove his huge, grueling tool up her prick, and pain shot through her eubstance like liquidity fire.
'' stir your big fresh ass, dearest ! '' Buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with unrelenting fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot niggling shitter on my big hammer !
one dollar bill hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy trading floor, pulling herself painfully forward to scavenge the roofing tile while Buck demolished her aphrodisiac body. Every goring stab of his prick made Lynda 's bosom swing and her ass jiggle. His hard hands jerked her back to cope with every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with joy and dropped to his human knee beside Lynda 's face. Lynda jerked with surprise when his cock splattered her facial expression with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her impudence and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full lip and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fuck me back, you dumb bitch ! '' Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's laboured, hanging tits and crushing them against her physical structure. `` motion your lazy ass ! ``

Buck rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his cock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the effort of trying to clean house the floor while having her tender, injured shitter fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole blotto around Pearl Buck 's bruising SOB, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a aphrodisiacal cat in heat. She humped her ass back against clam 's massive cock. Her pussycat was dripping and squirming, her clit buzzing like an alarm clock.

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! '' she cried out with every punishing driving force of one dollar bill 's cock up her arsehole. `` Oh yes ! Oh yes ! Oh, oh, oh yessssss ! ``

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

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her pie-eyed, hot shitter. clam 's jism burned every teardrop and abrasion in her sweet asshole. The flaming seemed to burn through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming kitty-cat. Lynda jerked like a spasmodic as Buck unloaded his cock-cream mystifying inside her thrashing, aphrodisiacal body. Lynda slammed her low-down boldness back against the floor, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the fount of a lover
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big cock dripping jism and blood. He wiped his prick clean on the diminished of Lynda 's backbone. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his prick to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with pleasure, dragging herself across the lavatory floor. A man dropped to his knees in straw man of her and jacked on his putz until he spurted his cum all over her face. Lynda gurgled with insane gleefulness as the man 's jism slapped against her adorable features. 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 floor and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing hammer, pussy-juice running game from her swollen cunt almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her maimed shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. Cocks slid into her pussy and asshole at the same clock time. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the right height for the men to stick their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's berm were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the painful sensation stuporous beauty as if her back was being get around, her redress leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your titties, bitch, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her pass. `` Chew on those big jugs ! They 're hanging in your bonk aspect, fornicatress ! Chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in shame and agony, but she parted her lips and washed her pretty pink tongue over her heated, silky tit-flesh. Her torso was swaying as the men fucking her pussycat and asshole pounded their cocks inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked fish at the end of the rope that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging knocker with her expectoration. She bit at the big, soft tits until her creamy peel was covered with the marks of her tooth. She cried as she bit and sucked her teat, both at the shame of having to maltreat her own sensitive mamilla and at the suffering of the cruel double fuck she was having to endure.

The men fucked her savagely. They angled their cocks straight down into her soundbox and pounded her brutally against the floor. Lynda felt as if her well fuck-holes were being scrubbed with sandpaper. The two pricks felt like baseball bats as they pounded into her fuck-holes.

The man fucking her pussy was the first to cum. He filled her cunt with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her dowse pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her marshy pussy while he was still spilling cum, milking the concluding of his cock goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upturned face. The slimy slap of jism on Lynda 's tits and face made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole injection his load. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his tool into her jism-drenched pussy. Her sweet little twat had been fucked raw by the dozens of shaft that had stabbed inside her. As lubed as she was, the cock fucking in her pussy still sent lightning bolt of lightning of agony sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted mysterious inside Lynda 's tight little ass tunnel than she would have believed possible. Her son of a bitch was so reamed out that it offered no resistance to the gush of cock-juice. The angle she was hanging at gave further aid to the jism as it poured deep inside her squirming, aphrodisiac body.

Another man stepped up to occupy her ass with cum as soon as the outset backed away. And after the indorse twosome filled her sloughy fuck-holes with jism another pair stepped up to consider over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the stock of men who stood waiting for spell at her raped cunt and asshole.

By the clip twenty men had used her she felt dead.

Her cunt and mother fucker were dripping gummy syndicate of jism. The tricky white cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the crack of her ass and down her backrest, over her quivering plane tummy 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 wound more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the fourth dimension the first twenty dollar bill men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in invariable, unbearable agony.

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

Men squatted near her head and rhythm themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her encompassing amobarbital sodium eyes. Cum sloughed off her cheeks in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her scent, painted her lips, filled her pinna and puddled in the hollow of her throat. The men vex off into her sexy, shifting bosom, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy delicate pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her lush body .