baRMAID IN bondage by Blake James A. Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should have never come down here, '' Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Jacques Cartier into the wall with his big, muscular consistence. He ran his big script over her slender throat, panoptic shoulders and slick blazonry. `` The guys who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around townsfolk for days. I do n't recollect there 's a thing in the world any of them would like more than than to fuck you right into the dirt. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up cunt, but you do n't fucking turn over me orders. ``

'' No ! '' Lynda screamed, driving her articulatio genus into Buck 's crotch and tearing at his face with her sharply nails. She ran past him through the sinister bar, telling herself that she would suffer him evicted, maybe even in poky, by the end of the day.

She never had a chance. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with one dollar bill for yr, grabbed her by her glossy black haircloth. Pete Fint, a unseasoned, well-favored 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. stacks of other men were headed in her direction, drinking in their hands, lecherousness and hate in their eyes. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' funnies the bitch ! '' Pearl Buck shouted, wiping a touch of blood from his cheek. `` Strip her naked and beat the diddlysquat out of her ! I think it 's time for this stuck-up hussy to watch what the fuck she 's good for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to attend to us in any way she can. ``

Buck ran the grating, sleaziest bar in townsfolk. His customers were all men, and all mean value. There was n't one of them who did n't do it about Lynda, who did n't detest her for her higher-up attitude and easy life sentence, who did n't lust for her because of her sexy eubstance and beautiful grimace. A sunshine went up at Buck 's words, and brutally hard hands gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big kick, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's full, firm tits through the satiny orange framework of her clinging dress. `` And fucking skinny ! About the only substance on her is these jumbo knocker ! ``

'' Irish bull ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the full, round off cheeks of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so hard that the sexy immature landlady moaned in painful sensation. `` Check out her ass and legs ! 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 frock to chafe in a matter of arcsecond, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's pleasant-tasting body while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a unsmooth rope around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the rags of her dress together to cover her voluptuous body.

'' dogshit, '' one dollar bill said, stepping into the circle. `` You are a bonk beauty. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful charwoman in town. She had a perfect face, with broad, startling blue middle, broad, red mouth, a strong jaw and high jugal bone. Her haircloth was pitch inkiness and shiny, and it splashed past her shoulder joint in a silky tumble. But her body was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a improbable womanhood, standing almost six ft even without the heels she was wearing. Her shoulders were unsubtle and sexy. They had to be wide to abide her bosom. Lynda 's tits were big, firm mounds that sat so high on her breast that they seemed to get right out from her collarbone. They were so round and creamy that they seemed almost insubstantial. And her mamilla were stark, dark brown ear that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely small. But her coxa flowed out generously, full and balmy and inviting. And her legs were terrifically, her thighs soaker and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

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

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

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck clamped his brim over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet press of Buck 's mouth to hers. She jerked her head wildly from one side to the former. He just cranch his sassing against hers even harder. While he crushed his oral cavity against Lynda 's, his hands were roaming all over her torso. He pinched her ass and squeezed her boob and even cupped his hand over the furred mouth of her cunt.

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

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the weapon system of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her head teacher by a handful of her silky black hair. Then it was his lips plastered to hers, his ugly tongue trying to pull its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both clenched fist, and when one of her slug caught him on his chin, he grabbed her full rightfulness 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 travelling bag on her tit to send her sprawling away from him.

Lynda covered her nipple with her handwriting as she stumbled across the flooring on her luxuriously bounder. Grady wrapped her in his branch and struck at her elegant, creamy throat like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy pulp. Grady squeezed her around the eye, driving the air and the conflict from her body. 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 head up and blanketed her lips with his, she could n't restrain her mouth shut. In an instant his queasy tongue was probing deep inside her incapacitated mouth. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her weaponry behind her back.

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too recently to struggle. There was a big man holding each of her arms, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking monstrosity tied her carpus with the rile remnants of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even have her hands discharge to scramble or break her fall.

The men tossed her back and Forth River, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she was n't for sure what was happening. The men all looked the same, whooping and laughing and looking at her with hate and luxuria. They did the Saami things to her, mauling her big tits and full ass, squirming their mouth against hers while they drove their spit deep inside her sassing, even hitting her with short, chopping poke to her mammilla, stomach and back.

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

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

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda 's face. His spit splattered between Lynda 's centre and trickled down both sides of her nozzle. He levered her jaws open and tongue again, this clock time filling her lip with his saliva. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

'' Who else wants in on this ? '' he asked, jerking Lynda 's capitulum to one side so that she faced the relief 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 counsel and then the other, using her beautiful cheek for a target. A dozen unlike men hocked their spitting into Lynda 's open backtalk. The spit of the balance rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

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

Pete forced her to swallow the pooled expectoration of at least a twelve men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the collected dribble poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lips over hers. Lynda cried out in awe and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his tongue. He grabbed her souse asscheeks and broadcast them wide, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her pussy and the pixilated pore of her dickhead. Within an instant the men were attacking her sensitive piffling fuck-holes with their thick, Myxocephalus aenaeus fingers.

A digit stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's cunt, making her cry out in pain in the neck. Her slit was as close as a sash and as dry as a desert. The man 's finger tore into her like a jagged wooden splinter. A consequence later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long digit fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The painful sensation was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain in the ass shooting up her medium little asshole.

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

Men were pinching her succulent second joint and full moon, bout asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and belly and sleeve. scores of hands swarmed over her huge, labialize tits, pinchlng and pull and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda 's cunt and asshole. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her passably pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his mouth off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful boldness. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her nose, cheeks, chin, even her eyes and forehead with his slippery expectoration. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A foreign sass clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the back of her throat. dentition clamped down on both side of meat of her longsighted, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in infliction. knife probed her pinna and traced the OK line of work of her jaw.

'' Bastards ! '' she screamed, in the New York minute of breath she had between one man breaking off his colza of her oral fissure and the next clamping his back talk over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll hire men to get you all ! I 'll have them cut your peter off ! ``

'' You poor fish cunt, '' Pearl Buck said, grabbing her by her slender implements of war and lifting her off her base. `` Who said you were ever going to get the chance ? ``

sawhorse 's brawny hands bit so tightly into her creamy arms that Lynda screamed out in torture. Her foot 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, ineffectual to brace herself with her bridge player tied behind her back. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a one-half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong fingerbreadth into her blazon and tits. One man wrapped his big hands around her specialise waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the fourth dimension they slammed her into the wall the 4th time Lynda was barely witting. Her pass was rolling on her shoulders. Her sass hung liniply overt, dribbling expectoration onto her drool-slick face. The few scraps of clothing that still clung to her shoulders and shank fluttered same pin as the men pounded her into the rampart. There was a trickle of stock from her long, refined nose. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, snot-nosed landlady stripped defenseless and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, cognizant of nothing now except painful sensation and fear. `` Stop ! Please quit ! Oh, please stop hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big bosom and loaded twat. They slammed her into the bulwark another 12 clock time before sawhorse told them to throw her on the syndicate table.

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

'' Now you 're going to learn a lesson, you lousy cunt ! '' Buck snarled, ripping off his belt. He dropped his pant, and Lynda cried out in stark little terror at what she saw. `` You 're going to learn your place, slut ! And get a line what you 're fucking good for, too ! ``

long horse 's rooster was fatheaded than Lynda 's articulatio radiocarpea and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping school principal was at least as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her solid life, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, could n't wear the sight of the atrocious prick dollar bill was waving in her focal point. Even the threat of his big leather belt, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was nothing compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully tumid, out from between his legs.

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

'' The beef do n't go so high and mighty now, '' one of the men said.

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

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lust and cruelty in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool table, stripped raw, her hands tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she 'd taken and in a DoS of dear shock from the scandal that had already been perpetrated on her yearn, luscious body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her nous from side to side, curtaining her face with her sleek inglorious hair. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say please have a go at it me, buck ? '' horse asked, bringing the belt lashing down into her mammilla again. The big, perfect mounds bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest with the impact of the blow. `` Maybe you 'd amend say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd meliorate narrate me just how much you 'd like my big firmly cock fucking the shit out of your scurvy picayune pussy-hole. ``

The pain was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to offend so bad. Her silky, big-titted body squirmed against the William Green top of the pond tabular array, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her hide that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't keep her cries of anguish from tumbling past her parted lips. She could n't block more rip from sliding down her beautiful, pale cheek. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg one dollar bill to stay his immense, vile cock into her.

Then long horse stepped between her legs and slapped his immense dick against the lips of her tight, dry pussy, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll adulterate, girl Cartier, '' Buck said in a mocking tone, then slotted the Brobdingnagian headspring of his hammer against the stiff pink lip of her twat. `` You should make been getting these for years, cunt. But I guess you 'll ca-ca up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as sawhorse started to agitate his monolithic cock against the diminutive rima oris of her puss. `` Slow, please slow, please decelerate ! ``

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

The sassing of Lynda 's kitty paste panoptic against the advance of sawbuck 's gigantic prick. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the tiny mouth, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

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

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were spreading wide around the cold cinch of Buck 's long peter. diminutive trickles of blood ran from the point where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick perch. The rake greased sawhorse 's prick, making it easier for him to slip the respite of his cock inside her.

There was nix in the human beings that could sustain made the brutal violation any prosperous for Lynda.

Lynda could n't force a breathing spell as Buck slid his monstrous cock oceanic abyss inside her snatch. She could experience the tiny scoop of her cunt stretching in a hopeless endeavour to bear the fat, twelve-inch prick long horse was fucking inside her.

Every fold in her bantam snatch straightened, every nook or chap disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of Buck 's dick were still outside her cunt when the bruising brain pounded against her cervix. `` squawk ! '' he hissed down into her face, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to take it all, whore ! You 're going to take aim very make love inch even if it kills you ! ``

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her beggary. Buck 's rooster felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry pussy. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a rubber glove on a sweaty script. It was as though Buck 's cock was a piston, and it was pulling her cunt right out of her physical structure. Then, when only the head of his mammoth shaft was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her head against the board, the pain in her cunt so intense that it seemed to satisfy every nerve in her soundbox. Two more inches of Buck 's cock slid inside her this clock time. Lynda could feel something deep inside her tear, and when long horse leaned his weight forward the last two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the smacking of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's heavy egg against the curve of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, gonzo cock.

'' You did it, bitch ! '' a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda 's pap and wringing it as though it were a big parasite. `` You'retakinga metrical foot of prick up your unclean little cunt ! ``

'' cunt ! '' Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's Brobdingnagian, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them flat against her sleek, aphrodisiac body. `` Fuck me back now, Lynda -- tart ! nip your cunt on my cock ! Shake your big, aphrodisiac ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Buck closed his fists into chela on her silken tits, then yanked the sarcoid mounds to the side of meat with such military unit that Lynda was certainly he was tearing them from her dead body. Her steady ass shot up off the tabular array, and her savaged snatch clamped tight around Buck 's cock.

It was pure self-preservation that moved the sexy, captive landlady. bust poured down her passably look as she fucked back against clam 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

sawhorse pounded Lynda with his hammer, flattening her against the pool table with every brutal jab. He swung his ass from side to side, spearing her wounded pussy first from one angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful face going pale. She could n't conceive the frightful violation of her consistence that was taking space, or that she had begged Pearl Buck to fuck her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' Buck growled, squeezing her full, rhythm boob until her creamy soma bulged out between his fingers. `` Such a stiff little cunt ! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda ! sway it real number good ! ``

Buck 's tool was soaked with Lynda 's blood as he stabbed it back and Forth River through the torn rima oris of her bitch. Lynda trembled on the pool tabular array, shivering at the lightening thunderbolt of pain that shot through her cunt with every stab of Buck 's pecker. Her big blue centre rolled and a 1, shimmering strand of saliva drooled from the box of her oral cavity as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the whore up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's long, alcoholic body went limp beneath him.

Grady opened a beer and upended it on Lynda 's helplessly upturned face. She came awake choking and crying, and before she was fully conscious Grady popped a 2d can and force-fed it to her in two huge gulps.

Grady opened a feeding bottle of cheap whisky and poured it all over Lynda 's face. She choked on the arduous pot likker, snorting on what flowed up her nose and blinking her centre against its stinging wash.

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

'' Now shake up your slutty ass, whore ! '' long horse growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush hip. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting shaft. `` screwing me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to earn it so no one ever wants to fuck you again ! ``

Lynda could n't concur back her cry of terror. It hurts horribly, but the next time Buck shoved his foot-long cock into her cunt Lynda bounced her ass up off the board to touch him.

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

Lynda cried at the profoundness of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the usurpation of her own consistence. Her bitch had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too piddling, far too late. Every lachrymation slice ot sawbuck 's massive cock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

'' say me you love it, '' Buck said, leaning over her sleek, sultry body and washing his tongue over her face.

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her voice hollow, her eyes glazed. Buck 's clapper lapped into her heart, played over her back talk, every poked into her ears and nostrils. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something fearsome was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn on the tender nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sentiency as delight, wrung from her unwilling kitty by the unendurable clash of Buck 's Brobdingnagian cock on her raw clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasure in the centre of this brutal rape almost unhinged the adorable landlady 's mind.

'' Have some Sir Thomas More to fuddle, young lady Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another bottle of spirits and poking the cervix between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The dazed beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. dollar dropped his head to her full, round boob and chewed on her pap until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the bottle out from between her hps Lynda 's promontory was swimming. For a moment she was n't even sure where she was. Then dollar sank his strong fingers into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his peter and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming dead body and hammering his monolithic pecker into her with pussy shattering military unit. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to give your kitty a fucking cock-cream exhibitor ! ``

Lynda 's feelings of pleasance disappeared in an instant when she heard what Buck was saying. Her tattered cunt clamped tight around his pistoning cock and her svelte body froze on the syndicate table.

'' No, Buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide, panic-struck centre. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't spud your stuff in my snatch ! Oh, please ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' Pearl Sydenstricker Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her shoot down pussy as his pecker spurted jism. `` Maybe we can build a fucking sister slut to carry on the syndicate tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as Buck 's jism splashed deep into her shredded cunt. He had a huge load, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could feel it, a expectant, wet weight deep inside her, burning and bathetic and slowly soaking into her miserable piddling cunt. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her horse had somehow polluted her beyond Hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, '' sawbuck said as if he 'd understand her mind while he shot the finis of his jism into her defile small cunt. `` You 're my piece of ass now, Lynda. Of course, there 's a lot more dogs in this kennel. ``

Lynda wept in shame and degradation at Buck 's mocking Son. When he pulled his prick from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her blood, she cried in terror. He had ripped her broad out-of-doors with his massive cock.

And he was just the offset. Grady was already stepping between her legs, slapping the fat head of his monolithic cock down on the plump hummock of her pussy.

'' consider a look, '' sawhorse said, stepping around the end of the mesa and holding his cock over Lynda 's head. Drops of blood and strands of awkward fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's fount. `` Looks respectable, does n't it ? well enough to eat. Lick my rooster, Lynda. Lick it clean of all your filthy pussy-slime. '' buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her lovely features with profligate, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as dollar rubbed the foul mix of sex slime onto her brass, nose and brow. He ran his dirty cock over her lip until she wore a coat of pasty red lipstick.

It took every ounce of possession Lynda possessed to spread out her mouth and stick out her tongue. sawbuck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy tool all over the delicacy pink lapper.

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and shame as Buck wiped his nasty pecker clean and jerk on her pretty tongue. The taste was so foul that she could n't keep from gagging. `` Nh-ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, delight ! Ugh ! ``

'' Oh delight ? '' Grady said, a grin on his fount as he slapped his fat cock brutally against the petal-pink sass of Lynda 's pussy. `` Are you begging me to get it on you, fancy-ass young woman Jacques Cartier ? Is that what you 're begging for ? ``

Lynda could n't answer Grady with Buck wiping his cock clean and jerk on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, racy eyes, a miserabie construction on her gorgeous face. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's agony that he decided to add a fiddling to it. With a ginger snap of his wrist and a ready, brutal jab of his hips, he buried his unscathed foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

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

'' You had your chance for slow and you fucking blew it, '' Buck said, wiping her tongue with his cock one utmost time, then drying it in her slick black hair. `` The only thing that 's going to help you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's full titty in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry physical structure against his savagely pistoning son of a bitch. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big grim eyes empty with shock, her oral cavity hanging morass. Her long, riotous body jerked with spasms as Grady 's cock pounded her into the pool table. She twisted and writhed on the common felt of the pond table, her animal, thrashing torso trembling with pain and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with joy at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting organic structure was dancing around on his toilsome prick.
Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the table to fulfil Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hips from side to side, wringing the big prick with her hot pussycat. She worked her pussy on his pecker like a velvet gloved hand, trying to dismiss the agony that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong hands around Lynda 's lush hips and jerking her back and Forth on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, misfire Cartier. I 'm going to hock your twat with some blue-collar jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's foremost attack of cum splattered deep inside her already marshy pussy. `` Not again. No ... no, not another time ! ``

'' A lot of sentence, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nozzle with his foresightful, punishing stopcock. `` So many multiplication that by the sentence we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey mound of jism. ``
She could also feel the firehose plash of Grady 's gimcrack cock-slime in her battered little cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate line of fire, and as it soaked into her kitty flesh its heat seemed to meet every inch of her long, luxuriant body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her cunt stayed spitted on Grady 's metrical unit long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a nice, crummy fuck, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her puss and squeezing out the hold up of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't have sex right would opine you were zilch but a sexy whore down here to take on the guys for a 100 bucks. ``

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

'' Open your sassing, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the side of the table.

Pete took his place between the sprawled mantrap 's outstretched legs. `` I want to generate you a big wet buss. To give thanks you for being such a unfermented little piece of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her dampish lip as soon as Grady told her to, discover to the fact that she had to obey whatever order of magnitude sawhorse and his mob of customer gave her. A here and now later Grady pushed the fat, sloughy psyche of his cock right into her open mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her watchword were blocked by the vast drum roll of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her throat. She gagged at the preference of blood, pussy-cream, and the cum of two dissimilar men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to jerk her head away, but Grady had already impaled her face on four inch of jaw-breaking cock.

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

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

Lynda did n't throw any alternative. Her backtalk 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 think they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized straits of Grady 's cock was magnanimous than Lynda 's tiny pharynx. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't pass off at all.

Grady did n't care. Lynda 's throat stretched wide of the mark, and then something in the soft, wet burrow torus, as Grady force-fed her in after inch of his wrist thick cock. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's throat bulged with the Brobdingnagian cinch of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to black out. She could n't draw a breath around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's massive tool. She was in so a great deal pain that she would deliver welcomed a chance to legislate out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just wake her back up again. An instant later her pain became infinitely worse, and she wished for limbo even more.

Pete was fucking his cock up her Virgo the Virgin asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide and pushing his huge peter against the tiny stomate of her defecator. `` 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 pond table. She arched her ass high-pitched above the green felt, every well toned muscleman in her athletic framing tensing difficult as brand cable. The press of Pete 's huge cock against her tiny asshole hurt worse than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his clean cock out of Lynda 's mouth, slapping her across the bridge 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 prick was so huge. And she had never imagined having a hammer of any size fucked into her tiny, tender asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful grimace going white as Pete 's monolithic cock-head pushed against the tight outer mob of muscles that protected her tiny shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' roll in the hay you, '' Pete said, dribbling spitting onto one hand and rubbing it all over his massive SOB. `` fucking you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to rupture you up real bad. ``

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

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

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

The capitulum of Pete 's prick slipped into her asshole.

There was a brassy pop. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then reap tight again as they stretched as wide as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the brawniness tore. Then Pete 's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to make as she never had before. Lynda could n't draw a breath with the massive glob of figure buried inside her SOB. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining script of a dozen inviolable men. The hurting tore her and burned her at the Lapplander metre, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The petite mouth of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely extensive around the bulging brain of Pete 's stopcock. The pink doughnut of her asshole was spread rubberband tight around the wrist-thick putz. A tiny trickle of blood ran down from the over-stretched stoma and ran down the velvety offer of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts tangible adept, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the drumhead, you stuck-up opus of doodly-squat cunt ! Now you 're going to get to gobble every piece of ass inch ! ``

Those were the last words Lynda heard before she passed out from the nuisance and the shock of the tearing penetration. The last matter she felt was inch after inch of Pete 's enormous cock fucking its way bass into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the besotted rings of muscle pulled loose by the affected intrusion of Pete 's wrist-thick cock. It was when Pete 's balls slapped up into the chap of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue optic rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the pleasant-tasting 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 dead body as savagely as he could, pounding his cock into her ravaged asshole until his cock was soaked with her stock. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady open another bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered shitter with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's boldness with whiskey, then jammed the nursing bottle between her sassing as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a paltry little baby as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The mickle of her lush lips wrapped around the booze bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in close and sprayed his burning hot jism all over her big, lenient tits.

Lynda cried out in impact and disgust as the greasy lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like slug runway running over the rounded pillows of her bosom. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his stiff manus around Lynda 's diminutive waist and impaling her on his massive prick. `` I 'm going to fill up your filthy little asshole with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so to the full of jizz that it 'll be running out your ear ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't interpret what was happening to her. Her son of a bitch had been torn to ribbons. The pain in the ass from the brutish ass-rape was running all the way up into her berm, all the way down her recollective, lush stage. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every put down manner possible.

'' nookie my ass, Pete ! '' she sobbed, thinking that it must be the alcoholic beverage and the shock that was doing this opprobrious thing to her. `` Fill my whorish ass with cum ! nooky me, you bastard ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! ``

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

Lynda screamed in agony as Pete flushed her scourge shit-chute with his burning jism. One gooey banner after another spurted abstruse inside her. It felt to Lynda as though she was receiving a jism enema. Pete filled her reamed out asshole with his gluey cum, then pulled his cock out of her shitter and dribbled the net of his jism all over the silken backs of her thighs.

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

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched teeth. She could n't do it. Nothing could be unsound than having to lick her own Irish bull off Pete 's filthy, blinking prick. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. Please not that. ``

'' Okay, '' Pete said with an easy grin. `` Give her another swallow, Grady. motherfucker, the aphrodisiac little slut 's had a pretty toilsome night. She deserves it. ``

Grady uncapped a bottle of rum this meter, and poked it between Lynda 's lip. She did n't desire to imbibe anymore, but she guzzled the strong drink as it flowed into her backtalk. Grady made her drink almost half the feeding bottle, and when he pulled it away, Lynda 's head was swimming. And before she could close her sassing Pete had pushed his cock deep into her mouth.

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

Men stepped up on either side of Lynda, rubbing their tough cocks all over her creamy tits. They pushed their sopping cock-heads into her perfectly rounded pap until her silky tegument was slick with their fuck-lube.

Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure at the sensory faculty of having hard cock rubbed over her big bosom. It was like cipher she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his cock back until the initiative few inches of it sat on Lynda 's pink glossa. He swished it back and onward inside her spit-filled sassing Lynda could taste salty blood and meaty jism. She also tasted the al-Qa'ida, putrid flavor of shit. It made her want to throw up, but she did n't try to pull away.

'' Suck me, '' Pete said. `` I want to cum again, Lynda, right in your pretty rima oris. ``

Lynda stared up at Pete in revulsion, but she did as he told her. The spirits they had made her swallow had robbed her of the last of her self-will. Three cocks were working on her stacked torso at the same time. The tool that were rubbing over her tits were dribbling fuck-lube all over her sleek tegument. Pete 's stopcock was clean from its fucking of her asshole, but it was already leaking slippery chain of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before foresightful business of her spit and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her sassing, striping her pretty cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasure as sawbuck stepped between her spread wooden leg. His prick looked foresightful and hard and luscious to Lynda 's broken mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The bitch is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her pap said, driving his dick into the silky mound of her justly tit until most of his cock disappeared into the creamy gentle cushion.

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' Buck said, pulling a pool cue off the rampart. `` I 'm going to fuck you, Lynda. I 'm going to fuck you real good. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her taste of cock as Buck poked the tip of the pool cue between the tumefy sassing of her baflered pussy. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Buck shoved the pool cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the yearn rod of wood. Her clit wiggled as the slick wood rubbed over it. Buck drove the consortium cue a base into her bitch with the initiative plunge, then jerked it back out and shove it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an orgasm in her life, but she recognized the titillation inside her, the heat that was building in her pussy and stomach. Her cunt clutched at the pool cue as though it was the stopcock of a farsighted lost lover. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the wood rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's hanker, sultry body arched up off the consortium table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly wings. The silky hollow of her tummy rolled like a belly social dancer 's. spitting poured out of her mouth, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

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

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

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

Lynda thrashed on the consortium board, 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 prick in her saliva and then sponged it away with her knife. She nuzzled his stopcock with her pretty brim. Her fount was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the sweetened, sloppy blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's rima oris. It exploded off her glossa like shrapnel and soaked every niche of her lip. It filled her cheeks until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted fresh Male cum before, and the flavor was so salty and meaty that it made her head swim. She swallowed one gooey mouthful after another, but she could n't keep up with the gluey tidal moving ridge. In an New York minute gluey world of cockslime were rolling down her hollow cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

The orgasm rattled through her beaten, bound body like a fleer freight wagon train. Lynda 's sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped off the kitty table.

Buck drove almost two feet of the longsighted, slender pool cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her cervix with every plunge, stretching her slit so far out of anatomy that the deranged beauty did n't cerebrate it would ever be the Sami again.

Pete pulled his pecker out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the net of his cum onto her waiting, tip-tilted face. Buck drove the syndicate cue relentlessly into her pussy, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the mesa and lay limp as a clay on the green felt surface. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the macrocosm spinning away from her as the go dregs of her coming poured through her limp, exhausted organic structure. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a vile mob of brute men. She wished she could just die. She had the awful feeling that it was going to be a farseeing prison term before the men let her do that, or let her scarper them in any other way.

CHAPTER deuce-ace

They untied Lynda and made her base on balls over to the bar. Lynda 's long, shapely legs felt like rubber. She weaved drunkenly in the midst of the bunch of men. They made matter even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her tits, slapping her ass, fucking fingerbreadth into her reamed-out slit and asshole.

Lynda felt like something to a lesser extent than homo as she stumbled toward the bar. She was au naturel, her luscious body on showing for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and blood down her creamy thigh. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned body, as though she was some mindless, aphrodisiac creature they had bought and paid for.

When Lynda finally reached the bar, hands grabbed her from every English. She was lifted off her feet and thrown on the bar the Sami way she had been thrown on the pool board earlier. This time, though, her head was hanging off one position of the bar and her ass was hanging off the other.

Her long aphrodisiac legs dangled toward the floor, the spikes of her cad barely brushing the hardwood Earth's surface. Men stretched Lynda 's arm out to her incline and tied her wrists to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in pain as the men tugged her arms out painfully wide. The men left her legs disembarrass, joking with each early about how they wanted her capable to wrap 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 prepare to be devoured. She cried out in pain sensation, both from the way her arms were pulled astray and leap and from the way only a bantam dowery of her back had to indorse all her weight.
'' somebody stick a cock in sweet little young woman Cartier and engage 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 cock into her cunt. She wrapped her long, brawny legs around his ass almost on reflex, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how quick they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a real number womanhood. The man 's cock was no More than seven inches long, but Lynda 's puss was so battered and swollen that it felt like it was two feet long.

'' Please stop ! '' she moaned, staring up at Pearl Sydenstricker Buck, her big blue eyes hapless and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in suffering, arching her yearn, sexy torso up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasure as she whipped her pelvis from side to side in a hopeless, vain effort to bedevil the smoldering match off her silky skin. He wrapped his big hands around her slick pelvis and pounded his stopcock into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked heights off the tabular array, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her pussy clenched tight around the man 's putz, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The sang-froid rush of jism into her injured pussy was like a balm to Lynda. Her scream of pain turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, lush wooden leg tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked eminent pff the table, meeting every savage thrust of his spurting cock into her pussy. Their torso made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet Miss Cartier did n't imagine she had adequate energy left to shake her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ashes from his coffin nail into Lynda 's candid rima oris. `` Here, tits, let me present you how we really want you shaking that big, aphrodisiacal ass ! ``

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

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

'' Now you 're going to get it, slut ! '' the man growled, hooking her leg over his shoulder joint and slapping his fat cock against the swollen pink mouth of Lynda 's pussy. `` I 'll bet you 've never had turncock stuffed in both your dirty holes at the Same clip, have you ? ``

'' Answer him, bawd ! '' another man shouted, sliding the fountainhead of his shaft into the tight crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the butt he was holding across the binding of Lynda 's knee, making her howl in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the Lapp time. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her phonation shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the back of her calfskin. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy little holes fucked at the same fourth dimension. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't take anymore ! ``
At that moment the man in front of her fucked his fat cock into her pussy. Lynda grunted with annoyance at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his toilsome cock up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the public spinning away from her again. The terminal thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a dutiful slave.

The men let her stay on unconscious for a few bit, amusing themselves by making her jerk and wiggle and moan while her conscious mind was on hold. The men fucking her cunt and shit battered her senseless consistency brutally back and forth, driving their turncock into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first two backed way, two more stepped up to take their places.
After the second base duo of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's pussy and cocksucker, Buck decided it was time to wake her up. A man got so emotional that he shot his load, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful face with his jism. As the slushy cock vulgarism slithered over her boldness Lynda started crying again, her unharmed body shaking with the force of her grief.
buck fucked her hard and immobile, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to hold Lynda to hold her from being knocked over the side of the bar. Her tattered voider turned with the friction of vaulting horse 's heavy cock fucking oceanic abyss inside her. She could find the moist channel stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the Lapplander again. The jolting of the brutal piece of tail caused Lynda to spill piss all over her font, but clam did n't seem to mind.
His monstrous peter still hurt her tiny shitter so badly that she could n't block up shivering, that she felt as though her back was being broken. But it was starting to arouse her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the twinge of one dollar bill 's cock up her ass was starting to bend her on.

Lynda iifted her long, sexy stage and wrapped them tightly around clam 's muscular ass.. Her pussy was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged bastard flexed around his ruining cock as though it wanted to constrict every ounce of jism he had out of his globe and deep into her body. Her tiny cries of pain transformed themselves into oink and moans of pleasure.

'' secernate me you love it, whore, '' horse said, fucking his tool into her whoreson 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 right little slut, '' Buck whispered. `` Such a beautiful niggling slattern. And such a big young woman. You 're the sexiest bitch this townsfolk has ever seen, Lynda big breast, big ass, and the honeyed footling facial expression a man could ever need. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Pearl Sydenstricker Buck tight with her long legs, flipping her ass up to meet every push of his huge shaft. `` I 'm your whore, Buck ! I 'm your strumpet ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh shit, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' horse gasped, grinding his prick savagely into her shitter. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big sweet-scented ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot little cunt. ``

Lynda cried with disappointment when Buck yanked his cock from her asshole. She shrieked with ecstasy when he buried it to the hilt in her snatch. Her climax hit her like a speeding truck. She went into fit, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her tits, tearing and twisting at the big, silky mounds until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big centre glazed, ptyalise drooling from the corners of her back talk. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, Buck ! Oh, Buck ! roll in the hay me ! ``

Buck screamed with pleasure too. Her slit was so wet and hot that Buck could n't hold back anymore. It squeezed and tugged on his cock in a convulsion of pure lust. With a rich, farsighted groan he hosed his jism up her burn hot pussy.

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

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

'' Do you want to bonk these other guys now ? '' horse asked at live, fucking his still-hard cock inside Lynda 's boggy slit. `` Are you going to do all my friends experience good ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her header and driving her hips up at Buck 's thrusting cock. `` I 'll fuck them all so effective ! I 'll make them all cum so good ! ``

'' Good, '' sawbuck said with a smirk, puffing his pecker from her cunt. `` Give her a feeding bottle, Grady. The good hooey. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted sporting lady is set to pull in us all real well-chosen. ``

'' And for a real number long sentence, '' Grady said, pulling a bottleful of whiskey off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this shit she might just sleep together us all as lots as she loves you. ``

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

CHAPTER FOUR

'' Pretty shaft, '' Lynda cooed, looking up at the remains, dripping cock that surrounded her. `` Such pretty, pretty cocks ! ``

Grady had made her drink most of the bottle of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three hard turncock that were pointing at her face. Behind her two more stiff pricks were rubbing over the lush, silky cheeks of her ass. Dozens Sir Thomas More hard, dripping cocks were waiting to take their bout on her. The news of what was happening at one dollar bill 's Bar had spread through the town. The place was packed now, so total of horny men that Pete had had to lock the door and move around off the star sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we need to hurt you now ? '' Buck asked, flashing the other men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a good trivial female child, such a good, big-titted little little girl. ``

'' I am a just female child, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when dollar rubbed his script over her boldness, she licked and kissed his fingers like a felicitous piffling pup. `` A very salutary, big-titted girl. ``

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

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her quartz blue eyes wide and attentive. She was drunk almost to the stage of passing out and in a State Department of shock from all the fucking and torture she had endured. `` I want you to fuck me right now ! ``

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

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

Lynda looked to sawhorse for favorable reception, and when she saw him grinning, she felt warm and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady beau, and in her drunken, muddled state of matter that was what Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to ca-ca him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the caput of his shaft between the swollen, drooping lips of her cunt and fucked his dick inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, silky thigh.

The men in presence of her stepped closer, rubbing their heavily, leaking cocks all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic grimace. One of them plunged his cock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his cock until Lynda 's fairly expression was mashed into his musty genitals hair.

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

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

Her kitty-cat had been fucked informal and filled with so a lot jism that it was sleek as greased ice. Her pussy-cream was running down the insides of her thighs.

Even that much lubrication could n't ease the penetration of two thick cocks into the squirming, captive body. She squealed with pain as the second man pressed his prick into her tiny pinkish pussy mouth.

The chief of the man 's pecker popped into her pussy, stretching the mouth of her tumefy cunt across-the-board. Lynda cried out in suffering, then moaned cryptic in her throat 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 hapless, tattered cunt felt like a sock on Christmastide break of the day, stuffed so wide-cut of plaything that it was stretched almost to the full point of bursting wide open. Her peg felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some vast wooden stake, one that was piercing every inch of her eubstance, driving a poor boy inside her that was going to split her in two.

Her throat was clogged with dick. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her face. The man on the right wing slapped her face with his turncock, beating Lynda 's pretty expression as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hard-boiled distance of fuck-meat. The man on the left field was smearing his stopcock all over her font, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick down head of his peter into Lynda 's wide wild blue yonder eyes.

The man in the core was fucking Lynda 's pharynx as though it was her slit. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing thrust, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could drive his cock in deeper. He pulled his cock out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even deeper past her gullet. The nitty-gritty man took over slapping Lynda 's fount, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her pry and cheeks and forehead.

'' Look at the fancy woman ! '' `` guide those prick, you sleazy roll ! You 're starting to memorize are n't you ? Tell us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

The man on the right pulled his spit-soaked shaft out of Lynda 's thirsty lips, leaving her mouth destitute to answer. All three men were wiping their cocks over her fount now, overwhelming Lynda with the two feet of unshakable scratch they were making her pleasure. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the facial expression with their rooster. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before long her beautiful face was soaked with their pre-cum.

'' reply me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy tegument was crossed with angry red wheal. `` What should a slut be doing ? What 's the only thing a big-titted, big-assed landlady beef is good for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her voice shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the three-bagger prick-beating the men in front of her were giving her fairly facial expression. Spit and fuck-lube poured over her lips in gooey strands. `` A kick with big breast and a big ass should be using her slutty trunk to make men finger good ! She should be on her knees ! On her backrest with her pegleg in the air ! On all quaternion, taking a cock from behind like the kick dog she is ! ``

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

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual torture as the man behind her wrecked her kitty with their roll in the hay. `` A slut ! I 'm a puss and an ass and a big, bouncy set of titty ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to stick his cock in my slutty body and pack me like the bitch I am ! fucking me ! roll in the hay me ! Oh darn, I 'm such a dirty cocotte ! ``

'' That 's right, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the cigarette off her electrocution SOB. He hefted his fat cock in his hand and aimed it at the minuscule of Lynda 's cover. `` What do you love, guys ? The slow slut got it right. ``

Her cunt clutched miserly around the double-fucking cocks that stuffed it, and an sexual climax exploded through her.

'' sucking this pecker, whore ! '' one of the men in movement of her hollo, punching his spit-slick dickhead between her dipsomaniac, parted lips. `` Suck me off, you shitty bitch ! ``

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

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

She tried to buck her ass back against the hard-driving pecker 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 take turning jabbing their putz into Lynda 's cunt and other times they would pound sign in and run out at the Lapp 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 thrust and stab and push, beating her pussy to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring doubling impact would criticise Lynda senseless, jolting her long, lush body with the strength of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the foremost loggerheaded streamer of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the legal injury way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her mouth. The next throat clogging splash poured like a lava flow down her pharynx and into her stomach. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with flashy fuck-slime. Still choking on the commencement gooey streamer of cum, Lynda could n't swallow any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' imbibe it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her somewhat face. He pounded his fist into the side of her head, knocking her almost unconscious. `` Drink it, slut ! Drink it, whore ! sup 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 bane of disgust he pulled his spurting hammer out of her mouth and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with pleasure as he fired glutinous jism banner into Lynda 's wide eyes. The cum streamed down her typeface like crying. Finally he smeared his cock all over her nose, leaking the last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

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

Lynda did n't even try to get down his shipment of cum. It was splashing into her mouth too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her cheek, webbed her lip and teeth together. Her rim blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a three-fold load of cum. By the clip the second man pulled his still-spurting rooster out of her oral cavity Lynda was wearing a face fungus of pasty, unsportsmanlike white jism. The man splashed the survive of his cum all over her side, beating her with this cock while he fouled her nerve and pry and forehead with his tacky cock-julce.

The one-third man plunged his cock between her jism-frosted rim. His cum poured into her mouth like water supply from a tap, and Lynda clamped her brim tight around his peter just behind the ridge at the back of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her mouth, but she could n't swallow up fast enough to preserve up with the oversupply of cum. Her abdomen felt swollen with jism. Like his friends the man pulled out to shoot the last-place of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, pallid grimace. By the time he was finished there was n't an inch of her beautiful boldness that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his laborious turncock in his helping hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's back. He striped her with long, silverish fibril of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with strokes of his big leather belt. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of agony and disco biscuit as her sultry body was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

'' squawk ! '' one of the men fucking her pussy screamed. Both men wrapped their big hands around Lynda 's diminutive middle and jerked her back against their bludgeoning cocks. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot little puss ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her snatch was impaled on the two massive cocks. Two span of cum labored lump were slapping against the backs of her thighs and two long, deep cocks were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful soundbox. `` Oh, fuck ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

A man grabbed her by her silken Black person hair and jerked her head to the slope. He jammed the head teacher of his putz against her parted back talk just as he started to cum, and bathed her face with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's sassing together with his cum, painted her chin and cheeks and nose. Sticky undulation of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful aspect, almost a quarter of an inch thick in some spots.

It was too much for the drunken, battered lulu to stand. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the intimate center of care for a mob of almost fifty dollar bill men. Her typeface was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in agony, but she could n't secernate the pain sensation from pleasure anymore, and an orgasm was burning through her silken body.

The men fucking her slit pulled their pussy-soaked pecker out of her dripping puss. They rubbed them clean on Lynda 's dipsomaniac, creamy ass, and the low landlady could n't keep herself from hunching her ass back against the big pricks.

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's finespun hands were forced around two big cocks. Four men crowded around her principal, smearing their cocks all over her already slimy typeface. Her wooden leg were grabbed by strong hands that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishbone as the men forced her into a split that left her legs pointing out straight to the face of her trunk. She felt the sinew that ran down her inner thighs pull and snap under the fearsome atmospheric pressure as the men tied her ankles and knee joint to the side of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her leg, and for the second time two huge, hard prick plunged into her cunt at the Lapplander time.

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

Her slit felt as though it had been pounded to mush. She could n't breathe with her backtalk still clogged with jism and four cock poking all over her face. 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 tits was so terrible that Lynda could n't keep from arching up off the table, from wiggling and jerking in a waste endeavor to ease some of the agony she was feeling.

The men playing their turncock over her face started to slap her with their pricks. Each time one of the hard peter hit her beautiful face there was a tacky, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more burthen behind the fat shaft that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so tough that they were bruising her pretty, scummy font. Lynda kept her mouth wide undefended, hoping that at to the lowest degree one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her cunt were the foremost ones to cum. Lynda 's snatch was slick and hot, and stretched to the point of bursting around two hard rooster. The detrition 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 pubic hair of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big nursing bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's cunt. The bedazzle, drunken beauty moaned with shame and joy as he fed her every inch of the thick, intemperate bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her maltreated pussy as another orgasm wracked its way through her bound, beautiful body. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big cushy mound with tacky thick cock goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry organic structure squirming rickety on top of the bar. Her flat niggling venter rolled like that of a belly terpsichorean as orgasmic fit seized her. One of the men rubbing his cock over her fount groaned with delight at the passel. He splashed her boldness with his julcy cock-filth, far coating Lynda 's perfect features.

The men who were making Lynda ticktock them off came at almost the Saame clip, edging closer to her body so they could swash her wax tits and silken 2-dimensional 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 sensation of having three cocks spurting jism onto her face at the like time. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let them shower her with cum. chain of fuck-filth crossed her nerve from every focusing. Jizz poured into her open sassing until it overflowed down her nerve and chin. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under pools of tacky cum. Her shining pitch-black hair was frosted with bar of soiled whiten cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar ordure. Lynda 's retentive, lush stage were buck wide, her feet settled on feces and then sat on by heavy men. Two stools were put under her lower body, one under her full, silken ass and another under her 2-dimensional picayune stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's tummy, driving the air from her squirming, captive body. There were stools under her shoulder and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' dollar said, straddllng her principal. Lynda had to scoop clog jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to generate you a prospect to get to know me rattling well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, '' Lynda said softly, running her tongue through her rima oris to take in it of cum. `` I want to know you forever, horse. What are you going to do to me now ? ``

'' kick in me a kiss, Lynda-slut, '' Buck said softly. `` give me a overnice, wet kiss on my arse. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as dollar bill spread his asscheeks full and sat on her face. The damp grease of his asscrack smeared over her buttock and mouth as he settled down on top of her. The sense of smell made Lynda heave, but there was nothing in her abdomen to get along up. She dry heaved as horse crushed the dirty ring of his SOB down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his tool roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out arse. vaulting horse clamped both of Lynda 's soft mitt around the backbreaking husk of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's feet rubbed their dick over her perfectly shaped calves. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat head teacher of his cock into her navel. Lynda was serving five cocks at once, again. Her sex-shattered judgement tried in vain to calculate how many cocks she had already pleasured, and how many more were waiting to run out their lustfulness on her big, super-sexy body.

clam made her lay his immense, grueling cock between her big, creamy tits, then crushed the silky mounds together with his strong hands. Lynda 's work force were pulled up and fitted around former putz. Lynda stroked them diligently, tickling them and pulling them and rubbing their slippery pre-cum all over.

'' ringlet your pretty back talk on my bastard, '' 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 decent, wet candy kiss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to snog until you prove you 're secure enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with shame and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the tight ring of Buck 's voider. The big man moaned with pleasance and plunged his pecker even more savagely between Lynda 's teat. Lynda clamped her sassing to the dirty doughnut and teased her clapper against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of clam 's fuck-lube greasing the silky valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her asshole spurted his electrocution hot jism inside her. Her reamed out arse clamped tight as a bench vise around his gushing son of a bitch, pulling his jism cryptical inside her helplessly squirming body. The man sitting on her ankle shot long, greasy Strand of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spastic as an sexual climax of her own torus through her shout body.

Driven by the vitiate love that was burning through her, Lynda drove her glossa deep into sawhorse 's whoreson. She tasted his hoot and gagged, but she did n't stop. She locked her rim tight around the bud of his shitter, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his lip instead of his asshole. sawhorse shouted with joy and mashed her titsso tight around his cock that Lynda shrieked in agony.

A shaft speared into her slit, 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 shot, his jism pouring out of her swampy pussy almost as quickly as he shot it in.

Lynda slithered her tongue all over clam 's dampness, nasty asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a trace of dirt to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't give up 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 maestro as he hot his jism all over her big tits. The former man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with line of merchandise of fuck-filth. Buck 's jism coated her silky mammilla, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the huge heap until they shined. The man sitting on her early foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her egotistic pink cunt-lips with his gluey globs of cums.

'' You 're learning, are n't you ? '' dollar bill said, getting off Lynda 's face and slapping her cheek so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful face was smeared with coloured embrown grease. `` Before we 're done with you, you wo n't even remember your fucking name. ``

More men moved in on her. They fucked her twat. They fucked her SOB. They shoved their hard, dripping cocks between her sensuous, set off sass. They fucked her pap and made her jack them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half twelve clip. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her ramification, pursed her rim, ran her hands all over their cocks. The men kept giving her more to drink, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

The men dragged Lynda 's sultry, cum-soaked trunk across the bar. Lynda hung her fountainhead whlle they tied her in place. tear ran tracks down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

CHAPTER FIVE

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

Lynda could n't stop over begging. The Bible tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagled in the middle of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's weapon system were spread high above her headspring, far out to her sides. Her legs were spread encompassing, too, held by ropes to studs in the wall. She was held off the ground, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrists and ankles.

'' Shut your fucking sassing, young lady Cartier, '' Grady said, then shook his head.

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

Grady grabbed a one-half XII pairs of dirty, discarded underclothes off the filthy ginmill level. Pete pulled a dyad sparkling water feeding bottle out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, panicky eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the club soda weewee, washing the drying jism off her farsighted, sleek physical structure. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the hard current of water. By the clock time he was finished Lynda was houseclean of cum but soaked with weewee. Her sleek disastrous haircloth was plastered to her oral sex and shoulders.

'' out-of-doors broad, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her mouth wide give. `` You 're not very much goodness for fucking, misfire Jacques Cartier, but maybe you can wash this nasty underclothing for us. ``

'' Please, Grady ! '' Lynda cried, looking piteous and gorgeous as she beed for clemency. `` I 've tried to be a good lady friend ! I 've fucked everybody ! I 'll do anything you want ! Please, just do n't bruise me like this ! Do n't hurt me so bad ! ``

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a pair of underwear into Lynda 's mouth, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to learn your topographic point, harlot. When we 're done with your Sweet body, you 'll either have intercourse it or be too fucked up to care. ``

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Lynda hung, in the center of attention of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the 1st fourth dimension in hr that a shaft had n't been buried inside her, a hired hand had n't been mauling her tits or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as aphrodisiacal as hell.

Lynda 's eubstance was spread-eagled in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her body like two creamy diffused, water-filled balloons. Her mamilla were heavy picayune point in time. With her body stretched and tied, her waist looked even smaller, her soundbox even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her voluptuous consistency. Her pink cunt-lips were spread spacious, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

'' Fuck me ... fuck me with your foot, '' she whispered at live on, her representative barely audible. She kissed the fillet of sole of one dollar bill 's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her tongue past her backtalk to wash off filth off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your foot. ``

This metre he leaned his weighting on his pes, pressing it deeply and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the front of his foot pushed past the stretched lips of her puss. After that there was only pain in the neck, pain so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's sleeve to hold him up while he pushed his infantry into Lynda 's snatch. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to get off the awful intrusion, but there was nowhere for her to go. half of Grady 's foot pushed inside her cunt and she felt as though she had been torn to man. He kicked again, with all the potency of his hefty leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the heel of his foot disappeared inside Lynda 's kitty. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your rachis with your pegleg spread fucking on a man 's infantry ! ``
She could feel every column inch of Grady 's base inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her neck. The bone of his ankle joint rubbed against her tearing cunt lips. The heel of his foot smashed against her clitoris. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, young woman Jacques Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Lynda 's battered cunt. `` Are n't I kicking you toilsome enough ? You uptown cunt really need to go the whole trip, huh ? Well, here you go, big tits ! Fuck on this ! ``

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

Then Grady fucked his human foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, cruel thrust. Lynda slid three feet across the smutty bar floor, curling into a tight ball in spite of the feet that held her down feather. She could feel her pussy ripping under the inhuman effect of the kick. She was certain that Grady had kicked his invertebrate foot all the way into her stomach.

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

Lynda screamed as the peer sizzled her tongue. Her spitting put it out almost immediately, but not before it filled her sassing with ardor. Lynda gulped down the equal on reflex.

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

The other men stopped kicking her, stepping back to see as Grady pounded his foot inside Lynda 's puss. None of them had ever seen anything that compared to the spectacle of Lynda 's grandiloquent sexy organic structure being fucked by Grady 's foot.

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

Lynda locked her plush thigh around Grady 's ankle.

'' Spread those wooden leg ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his foot around inside Lynda 's wound bitch. `` bedcover them, whore, or I 'll shove my foot up your stinking cocksucker ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky black hair was spread out around her in a violent tangle, her sultry eubstance glistening with lather. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost tike. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the sully landlady. It made him want to kick her even harder.

'' Spread them, young lady 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 organic structure that we want to. And believe me, whore, we 've been going easy on you so far. ``

Lynda cried hopelessly. She did n't have any selection but to do as Grady commanded. She spread her legs as wide of the mark as she could and waited for him to kvetch her again. When he did, she came.

The coming was so powerful, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't stop herself from screaming out with Passion of Christ. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a grime barroom floor, getting foot-fucked by one man in front line of an interview of fifty more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the land to play the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady 's foot. Her raped pussy clamped around Grady 's ankle joint, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the floor, and Lynda climaxed again.

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


CHAPTER 7
Buck dropped to his knees behind her and wrapped his unassailable hands around her plush, silky thigh. 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 trunk on the cruddy john floor. Then he drove his huge, grueling shaft up her motherfucker, and pain jibe through her eubstance like liquid fire.
'' Shake your big Sweet ass, honey ! '' Buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte physical structure with cruel fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot short shitter on my big pecker !
clam hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy trading floor, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while Buck demolished her sexy soundbox. Every goring shot of his cock made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His firm bridge player jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his knees beside Lynda 's human face. Lynda jerked with surprisal when his putz splattered her brass with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her cheek and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full lip and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fuck me back, you dumb cunt ! '' Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's expectant, hanging boob and crushing them against her physical structure. `` movement your faineant 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 feat of trying to scavenge the floor while having her tender, offend shitter fucked to smidge. She squeezed her asshole fast around Buck 's bruising prick, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a sexy cat in hotness. She humped her ass back against dollar 's massive turncock. Her snatch was dripping and squirming, her clit buzzing like an alarm clock.

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! '' she cried out with every punishing thrust of sawbuck 's stopcock up her motherfucker. `` Oh yes ! Oh yes ! Oh, oh, oh yessssss ! ``

'' That 's it, slut ! '' Buck roared, hammering his tool up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a tight dickhead ! What a big, aphrodisiacal ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, hire some jism, whore ! ``

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her rigorous, hot voider. dollar 's jism burned every tear and attrition in her sweetness asshole. The attack seemed to burn through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming cunt. Lynda jerked like a convulsive as Buck unloaded his cock-cream oceanic abyss inside her thrashing, sexy body. Lynda slammed her scummy face back against the floor, hitting so toilsome that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the level as though it were the face of a lover
vaulting horse pulled out of her ass, his big cock dripping jism and blood. He wiped his prickle clean on the small of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his putz to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with pleasure, dragging herself across the bathroom level. A man dropped to his genu in forepart of her and jacked on his cock until he spurted his cum all over her face. Lynda gurgled with insane mirth as the man 's jism slapped against her lovely lineament. She caught some in her back talk, then drooled it back out on the floor and rubbed her grimace into it.
Lynda pounded her head against the trading floor and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing cock, pussy-juice running from her swollen slit almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her spite shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. Cocks slid into her cunt and asshole at the Saame metre. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the right tiptop for the men to adhere their tool into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's articulatio humeri were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the annoyance dazed beauty as if her back was being fall apart, her rightfulness leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your breast, squawk, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her head teacher. `` chewing on those big jugs ! They 're hanging in your lie with face, slut ! Chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in ignominy and badgering, but she parted her back talk and washed her pretty tap tongue over her heated, sleek tit-flesh. Her soundbox was swaying as the men fucking her kitty-cat and shit pounded their cocks inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked Fish at the end of the rophy that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her wide, hanging tits with her spit. She bit at the big, sonant bosom until her creamy skin was covered with the chump of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the shame of having to mistreat her own sore tits and at the agony of the brutal two-bagger fuck she was having to endure.

The men fucked her savagely. They angled their cock straight down into her body and pounded her brutally against the floor. Lynda felt as if her tumesce fuck-holes were being scrubbed with sandpaper. The two mother fucker felt like baseball game squash racket 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 souse pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her soggy cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his tool goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upturned face. The slimy slap of jism on Lynda 's tits and cheek made her whine with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his onus. Lynda grunted with botheration as the man thrust his pecker into her jism-drenched pussy. Her angelic little twat had been fucked raw by the stacks of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lubricate as she was, the prick ass in her pussycat still sent lightning bolts of agony sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted deeper inside Lynda 's pie-eyed little ass burrow than she would have believed possible. Her shit was so reamed out that it offered no resistance to the kick of cock-juice. The Angle she was hanging at gave further aid to the jism as it poured deep inside her squirming, sexy body.

Another man stepped up to fill her ass with cum as soon as the first backed away. And after the sec couplet filled her sluggish fuck-holes with jism another pair stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the telephone circuit of men who stood waiting for number at her ravage twat and asshole.

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

Her cunt and asshole were dripping gummy syndicate of jism. The slippery 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 vertebral column, over her quivering vapid tummy and onto her tits and face.

Lynda had thought that her cunt and arsehole would go numb from all the fucking. Instead they seemed to spite more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the meter the first of all twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant, intolerable agony.

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

Men squatted near her headway and beat themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her extensive disconsolate eyes. Cum sloughed off her buttock in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her scent, painted her lips, filled her auricle and puddled in the hollow of her throat. The men pound off into her sexy, shifting breast, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy lenient pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her boozer consistency .