baRMAID IN BONDAGE by Blake James A. Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should have never come down here, '' vaulting horse whispered, pressing Lynda Jacques Cartier into the wall with his big, muscular body. He ran his big work force over her slender throat, extensive shoulder joint and silky limb. `` The guy cable who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around townsfolk for old age. I do n't cogitate there 's a thing in the world any of them would like more 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 give me orders. ``

'' No ! '' Lynda screamed, driving her articulatio genus into sawhorse 's crotch and lacrimation at his face with her sharp nails. She ran past him through the drear bar, telling herself that she would have him evicted, maybe even in jail, by the end of the day.

She never had a hazard. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with Buck for old age, grabbed her by her glazed black hair. Pete Fint, a young, good-looking guy who always seemed to be pledge, caught her by one arm. Together they slammed her face-first into the wall.

'' Let me go, you bastards ! '' Lynda shrieked, struggling desperately in thefr clutch. Dozens of other men were headed in her direction, deglutition in their hands, lust and hate in their eye. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' cartoon strip the bitch ! '' Buck shouted, wiping a trace of blood from his cheek. `` Strip her raw and beat the shit out of her ! I think it 's prison term for this stuck-up slut to memorize what the fuck she 's effective for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to serve us in any way she can. ``

Buck ran the roughest, seedy bar in townspeople. His customers were all men, and all mean. There was n't one of them who did n't know about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her superior position and easy life, who did n't lust for her because of her sexy dead body and beautiful face. A cheer went up at Pearl Buck 's words, and brutally strong hands gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big kick, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's fully, firm tits through the silklike orangeness material of her clinging dress. `` And fucking skinny ! About the only meat on her is these jumbo bosom ! ``

'' Bullshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the total, rounded buttock of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so hard that the sexy Danton True Young landlady moaned in pain. `` look into out her ass and legs ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this slit naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her garb to chew out in a matter of seconds, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's scrumptious physical structure while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rough circle around her, an unbreakable prison house of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the rags of her dress together to cut through her voluptuous body.

'' mother fucker, '' Buck said, stepping into the circle. `` You are a fucking beauty. ``

It was the Truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in townsfolk. She had a perfect face, with wide, startling risque oculus, total, red backtalk, a impregnable jaw and high jugal bone. Her hair was tar black and glazed, and it splashed past her shoulders in a silky tumble. But her organic structure was even more limited than her face.

Lynda was a tall woman, standing almost six feet even without the cad she was wearing. Her shoulders were broad and aphrodisiacal. They had to be wide to support her knocker. Lynda 's tit were big, unwaveringly mounds that sat so in high spirits on her bureau that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so labialize and creamy that they seemed almost insubstantial. And her nipples were perfect, obscure brown spike that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely small. But her hips flowed out generously, full and subdued and inviting. And her legs were wondrous, her second joint lush and creamy, her calf delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a charwoman who had been built for sex. The only job clam could see was that some stupid motherfucker had forgotten to tell her.

It was an error he intended to correct. `` No ! '' Lynda gasped as long horse wrapped her in his big 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 ! ``

long horse clamped his sassing over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet printing press of Buck 's mouth to hers. She jerked her headland wildly from one side to the other. He just ground his lips against hers even harder. While he crushed his sass against Lynda 's, his manpower were roaming all over her trunk. He pinched her ass and squeezed her bosom and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

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

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the arms of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her head by a fistful of her silky black hairsbreadth. Then it was his back talk plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fists, and when one of her punches caught him on his mentum, he grabbed her full ripe tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

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

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

Lynda covered her tits with her manpower as she stumbled across the storey on her high hound. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her elegant, creamy throat like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy flesh. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the fight from her body. Then he shoved her to another man.

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

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too recently to oppose. There was a big man holding each of her blazonry, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking freak tied her wrist with the scold leftover of her own frock. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even have her handwriting destitute to struggle or reveal her fall.

The men tossed her back and forth, and soon Lynda was so dismayed and disoriented that she was n't sure what was happening. The men all looked the same, hack and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same things to her, mauling her big bosom and full ass, squirming their lips against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her mouthpiece, even hitting her with unretentive, chopping punch to her tits, stomach and back.

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

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

Pete laughed wildly, then spatter right in Lynda 's face. His spit splattered between Lynda 's eyes and trickled down both face of her olfactory organ. He levered her jaws unfold and saliva again, this time filling her mouth with his saliva. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spittle. There were a partner off dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spatter on her. Pete jerked her foreland first in one direction and then the other, using her beautiful grimace for a target. A dozen different men hocked their saliva into Lynda 's open mouth. The saliva of the remainder rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

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

Pete forced her to swallow the pooled spit of at least a XII men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the gathered baloney poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his rim over hers. Lynda cried out in reverence and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his lingua. He grabbed her lush asscheeks and spread them extensive, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her twat and the fast stomate of her asshole. Within an second the men were attacking her sensitive little fuck-holes with their thick, Myxocephalus aenaeus fingers.

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

The digit were pulled out of her kitty and prick almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no relief for Lynda. other fingers replaced the one that were gone, stretching Lynda 's tight, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her lush thighs and full-of-the-moon, rung asscheeks. Men were stroking her side of meat and venter and limb. Dozens of hands swarmed over her huge, stave tits, pinchlng and pulling and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a good turn fingering Lynda 's cunt and asshole. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her pretty ping pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lip off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The aphrodisiacal landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and trouncing. He was washing her nose, cheeks, chin, even her eyes and forehead with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange backtalk clamped over hers, a unknown glossa slurping all the way to the back of her throat. teeth clamped down on both sides of her farseeing, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. Tongues probed her ears and traced the fine line of her jaw.

'' Bastards ! '' she screamed, in the second of breath she had between one man breaking off his assault of her backtalk and the succeeding clamping his rim over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll take men to get you all ! I 'll experience them cut your cocks off ! ``

'' You stupid pussy, '' vaulting horse said, grabbing her by her slender limb and lifting her off her feet. `` Who said you were ever going to get the chance ? ``

Buck 's powerful work force bit so tightly into her creamy arms that Lynda screamed out in anguish. Her feet kicked at the air as he hefted her high. Then he threw her face-first against the plaint, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, unable to brace herself with her handwriting tied behind her rachis. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall down a half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their stiff fingers into her branch and tits. One man wrapped his big hired man around her narrow waist. Another grabbed her by her slender pharynx. And they threw her into the bulwark again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the wall the quarter time Lynda was barely conscious. Her brain was rolling on her berm. Her mouthpiece hung liniply spread out, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick nerve. The few scraps of clothing that still clung to her shoulders and waist fluttered like sword lily as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of blood from her retentive, refined nose. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, stuck-up landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, aware of nothing now except pain and fear. `` barricade ! Please stop ! Oh, delight stop hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big tits and sloshed kitty-cat. They slammed her into the wall another dozen times before Buck told them to throw her on the pool table.

By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every bone in her alcoholic, sultry trunk had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and realized she was completely at the mercy of dollar bill and his rough customers.

'' Now you 're going to learn a lesson, you lousy slit ! '' Buck snarled, ripping off his belted ammunition. He dropped his pants, and Lynda cried out in double-dyed little terror at what she saw. `` You 're going to learn your stead, slut ! And get wind what you 're fucking good for, too ! ``

Pearl Buck 's cock was thicker than Lynda 's wrist and farsighted than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping heading was at to the lowest degree as big as her clenched fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her altogether life story, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, could n't bear the sight of the grotesque pecker Pearl Sydenstricker Buck was waving in her direction. Even the menace of his big leather whang, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was nix compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.

'' No, please, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a small, heroic voice. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, sawbuck, oh please, please, please ! I could n't put up it ! I could n't bear it ! ``

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

'' Do n't worry, cunt, '' another guy said. `` A big squawk like you ought to be capable to take up Buck 's cock without tearing too much. ``

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing null but lust and cruelty in their sottish faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pocket billiards table, stripped defenseless, her script tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she 'd taken and in a nation of near shock from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her recollective, luscious body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her head from position to side, curtaining her face with her silken black tomentum. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say please fuck me, Buck ? '' Buck asked, bringing the belt ammunition lashing down into her nipple again. The big, unadulterated mounds bounced and swayed across Lynda 's bureau with the encroachment of the snow. `` Maybe you 'd better say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd better say me just how often you 'd care my big hard putz fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole. ``

The pain was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to hurt so bad. Her sleek, big-titted consistency squirmed against the green top of the pool table, immersed in an torment that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her skin that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't keep her cries of torture from tumbling past her parted back talk. She could n't give up more tears from sliding down her beautiful, picket brass. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of will power she possessed, that she would never beg Buck to beat his huge, vile shaft into her.

Then dollar stepped between her legs and slapped his huge prick against the rim of her tight, dry snatch, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll stretch, misfire Cartier, '' Buck said in a mocking feel, then slotted the immense mind of his putz against the soaked pink lips of her twat. `` You should have been getting these for year, bitch. But I guess you 'll make up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Buck started to bear on his massive cock against the bantam mouth of her snatch. `` Slow, please slacken, please slow up ! ``

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

The lips of Lynda 's purulent spread wide against the advance of vaulting horse 's gigantic prick. Before the fat voice of his cock-head had breached the tiny mouth, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in soreness, feeling the thinly crimp of flesh stretching past the head of their survival. She tried to joggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the table. Then Buck punched his hips forward again, and she could feel herself tearing, feel dollar bill 's tool sliding inside her.

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were disseminate panoptic around the inhuman cinch of Buck 's long hammer. Tiny trickles of roue ran from the situation where she had torn to fit the wrist-thick celestial pole. The blood greased Buck 's cock, making it well-heeled for him to slide the rest of his putz inside her.

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

Lynda could n't draw a breathing place as horse slid his monstrous turncock bass inside her pussy. She could feel the tiny pocket of her twat stretching in a hopeless attempt to go for the fat, twelve-inch pricking Buck was fucking inside her.

Every fold in her flyspeck cunt straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of sawhorse 's cock were still outside her pussy when the bruising question pounded against her neck. `` gripe ! '' he hissed down into her look, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to take it all, whore ! You 're going to use up very fucking inch even if it kills you ! ``

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her begging. Buck 's cock felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry bitch. When he pulled out her stretched-tight kitty-cat clung to him like a safety mitt on a sweaty hand. It was as though Buck 's stopcock was a plunger, and it was pulling her cunt right out of her body. Then, when only the head of his mammoth prick was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her caput against the table, the painfulness in her pussy so intense that it seemed to fill every nerve in her body. Two more than inches of Buck 's cock slid inside her this time. Lynda could feel something bass inside her split, and when Buck leaned his system of weights forward the concluding two inches pushed in too.

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

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

'' squawk ! '' Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's huge, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them flat against her silky, sexy body. `` fucking me back now, Lynda -- whore ! Squeeze your cunt on my prick ! Shake your big, sexy ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Pearl Buck closed his clenched fist into hook on her silky tits, then yanked the overweight mounds to the sides with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her body. Her firm ass shot up off the board, and her pillory cunt clamped squiffy around Buck 's cock.

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

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his cock, flattening her against the pond table with every brutal jabbing. He swung his ass from English to side, spearing her wounded kitty-cat first from one angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful expression going pale. She could n't consider the horrible violation of her trunk that was taking seat, or that she had begged dollar bill to fuck her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' Buck growled, squeezing her replete, round nipple until her creamy flesh bulged out between his fingers. `` Such a tight slight cunt ! agitate your big ass for me, Lynda ! rock it very practiced ! ``

Buck 's cock was soaked with Lynda 's bloodline as he stabbed it back and Forth River through the pluck mouth of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the pool mesa, shivering at the lightening bolts of pain that shot through her twat with every poke of Buck 's cock. Her big blue eye rolled and a 1, shimmering strand of tongue drooled from the recession of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the whore up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's yearn, lush eubstance went gimp beneath him.

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

Grady opened a bottle of gimcrack whisky and poured it all over Lynda 's face. She choked on the unvoiced hard drink, snorting on what flowed up her olfactory organ and blinking her eyes against its stinging wash.

Several men ducked down to lap and suck in at the alcohol. Lynda trembled with horror as their lingua 's washed over her font and their sass slurped over her soft skin.

'' Now shake your slutty ass, whore ! '' dollar growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush hips. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting cock. `` Fuck me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to name it so no one ever wants to eff you again ! ``

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

'' That 's it ! '' buck shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless cunt even harder. `` Shake your ass, you sweet whore ! clamp your scummy pussy on my big shaft ! ``

Lynda cried at the depth of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormenter in the violation of her own body. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too belated. Every tearing slice ot sawbuck 's massive cock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

'' Tell me you love it, '' dollar bill said, leaning over her streamlined, sultry body and washing his spit over her face.

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her voice hole, her eyes glazed. buck 's tongue lapped into her eyes, played over her brim, every poked into her ears and anterior naris. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something atrocious was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug suntan on the tender nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more intense, like cipher she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the whizz as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unbearable clash of sawhorse 's huge prick on her tender clitoris. The reallzation that she could be spirit pleasure in the middle of this brutal ravishment almost unhinged the adorable landlady 's mind.

'' Have some more to salute, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another nursing bottle of hard liquor and poking the cervix between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The dazed beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. long horse dropped his head to her full, round tits and chewed on her mamilla until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new suffering. When Grady pulled the bottle out from between her hps Lynda 's heading was swimming. For a moment she was n't even sure where she was. Then Buck sank his impregnable fingers into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his turncock and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming physical structure and hammering his massive cock into her with pussy shattering force. `` Get ready to draw up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to make your pussy a roll in the hay cock-cream shower ! ``

Lynda 's feelings of pleasure disappeared in an instant when she heard what long horse was saying. Her shattered bitch clamped tight around his pistoning cock and her svelte body froze on the pocket billiards table.

'' No, Pearl Buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with broad, frightened centre. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't shoot your material in my cunt ! Oh, please ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' dollar shouted cruelly, skewering her tear kitty-cat as his shaft spurted jism. `` Maybe we can induce a fucking child adulteress to carry on the fellowship tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as one dollar bill 's jism splashed deep into her tear up slit. He had a huge load, and he milked every drop cloth of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could feel it, a heavy, wet weight deep inside her, burning and hokey and slowly soaking into her poor little puss. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her Buck had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' buck said as if he 'd show her mind while he shot the final stage of his jism into her back up little twat. `` You 're my opus of ass now, Lynda. Of grade, there 's a lot Thomas More dogs in this kennel. ``

Lynda wept in pity and abjection at long horse 's mocking run-in. When he pulled his hammer from her puss as she saw it soaked with her descent, she cried in terror. He had ripped her wide open with his monolithic cock.

And he was just the first. Grady was already stepping between her legs, slapping the fat caput of his monumental putz down on the plump mound of her pussy.

'' Take a look, '' sawbuck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda 's head. Drops of roue and strands of gluey fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's face. `` Looks good, does n't it ? Good enough to eat. Lick my dick, Lynda. Lick it clean-living of all your nasty pussy-slime. '' clam slapped her boldness with his dripping cock, smearing her lovely feature with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as horse rubbed the foul mix of sex slime onto her impudence, olfactory organ and forehead. He ran his dirty peter over her lip until she wore a pelage of unenviable red lipstick.

It took every snow leopard of willpower Lynda possessed to spread her lip and stick out her tongue. sawbuck rewarded her by dragging his foul, smutty putz all over the dainty pink lapper.

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and ignominy as Buck wiped his lousy cock clean on her moderately lingua. The taste was so foul that she could n't keep from gagging. `` Nh-ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, please ! Ugh ! ``

'' Oh please ? '' Grady said, a grin on his face as he slapped his fat turncock brutally against the petal-pink lips of Lynda 's pussy. `` Are you begging me to eff you, fancy-ass young woman Cartier ? Is that what you 're begging for ? ``

Lynda could n't resolve Grady with Buck wiping his prick clean on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, blue center, a miserabie grammatical construction on her gorgeous boldness. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's suffering that he decided to add a little to it. With a snatch of his articulatio radiocarpea and a quick, brutal jab of his hips, he buried his whole foot-long hammer into Lynda 's pussy.

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

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

Grady grabbed Lynda 's full moon pap in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry physical structure against his savagely pistoning bastard. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue sky eyes empty with shock, her mouth hanging quagmire. Her long, lush body jerked with spasms as Grady 's cock pounded her into the pool mesa. She twisted and writhed on the unripened felt of the pool table, her fleshly, thrashing dead body trembling with pain and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasure at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting body was dancing around on his toilsome prick.
Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the table to meet Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hips from slope to side, wringing the big cocksucker with her hot kitty-cat. She worked her cunt on his peter like a velvet gloved script, trying to ignore the suffering that burned through her tiny, tatterdemalion fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong hands around Lynda 's lush rosehip and jerking her cover and forth on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, miss Jacques Cartier. I 'm going to soak your cunt with some working-class jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's first blast of cum splattered deep inside her already miry cunt. `` Not again. No ... no, not another time ! ``

'' A lot of times, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his recollective, hard cock. `` So many times that by the time we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey mound of jism. ``
She could also feel the firehose spatter of Grady 's loud cock-slime in her battered picayune cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate line of flaming, and as it soaked into her kitty flesh its hotness seemed to fill every inch of her long, lush body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her twat stayed spitted on Grady 's foundation long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a courteous, cheap fuck, Miss Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her cunt and squeezing out the finish of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't have it off best would think you were cipher but a sexy whore down here to need on the guys for a one C bucks. ``

'' Please, no Thomas More ! '' Lynda sobbed. Every in of her carnal, sultry body burned with hurting. Her cunt felt like so much raw hamburger. `` I ca n't anymore ! It hurts too bad ! ``

'' Open your mouth, miss Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the face of the table.

Pete took his place between the straggle lulu 's outstretched legs. `` I want to chip in you a big wet kiss. To thank you for being such a sweet little piece of music of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her moist sass as soon as Grady told her to, break in to the fact that she had to obey whatever orders buck and his mob of customers gave her. A moment later Grady pushed the fat, quaggy head of his cock right into her open mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her cry were blocked by the huge rolling of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her pharynx. She gagged at the sense of taste of rip, pussy-cream, and the cum of two different men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to jerk her head away, but Grady had already impaled her cheek on four inches of jaw-breaking cock.

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

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

Lynda did n't have any option. Her mouth were spread so astray around Grady 's massive pecker that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't recall they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized head of Grady 's cock was self-aggrandising than Lynda 's petite throat. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't suspire at all.

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

Lynda thought she was going to pitch-black out. She could n't draw a hint around the throat-clogging cinch of Grady 's massive peter. She was in so much pain that she would have got welcomed a opportunity to exceed out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just wake her back up again. An instant later her pain became infinitely sorry, and she wished for obliviousness even more.

Pete was fucking his rooster up her Virgo asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide and pushing his huge rooster against the tiny pore 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 physical structure froze on the pool board. She arched her ass gamy above the putting green felt, every well toned muscleman in her gymnastic frame tensing hard as sword cable's length. The jam of Pete 's Brobdingnagian cock against her tiny dickhead hurt worse than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his clean cock out of Lynda 's sassing, slapping her across the bridgework of her nose a couple clip 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 cock of any size of it fucked into her diminutive, supply ship asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful grimace going blanched as Pete 's massive cock-head pushed against the blotto outer mob of muscle that protected her petite shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' shtup you, '' Pete said, dribbling spit onto one hired man and rubbing it all over his monumental incision. `` piece of tail 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 arrest fighting him. The muscles that ringed her SOB locked stiff than they ever had before, trying desperately to stuff the passing of Pete 's cock inside her. The strain of holding his cock out made her break into a dank sweat. It caused her to shiver uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the same time.

Men grabbed her full, creamy asscheeks, spreading them all-encompassing apart. Other men grabbed her around her waist, by her berm and boob and arms and peg. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her petite asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a tiny, unkept voice. The outer doughnut of muscle that protected her shitter was tiring. She knew it was going to reach way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

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

There was a loud pop. Lynda felt her brawn relax, then get out tight again as they stretched as wide as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the brawniness tore. Then Pete 's monumental cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the motivation to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't draw a breather with the massive Ball of pulp forget inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen potent men. The bother tore her and burned her at the same metre, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny backtalk of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide around the bulging chief of Pete 's turncock. The pink halo of her asshole was spread out rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A diminutive drip of blood ran down from the over-stretched stoma and ran down the velvety snap of Lynda 's ass.

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

Those were the last words Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain and the shock of the tearing insight. The last thing she felt was in after in of Pete 's enormous cock fucking its way inscrutable into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the fuddled rings of muscularity pulled loose by the unnatural violation of Pete 's wrist-thick shaft. It was when Pete 's Lucille Ball slapped up into the crack of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue eyes rolling back in her head.

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

Grady splashed Lynda 's face with whiskey, then jammed the bottle between her rim as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a miserable fiddling child as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her rima oris. The sight of her lush lips wrapped around the liquor bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in close and sprayed his burning hot jism all over her big, soft tits.

Lynda cried out in shock absorber and disgust as the greasy lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like slug tracks running over the snipe pillows of her tits. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his stiff helping hand around Lynda 's tiny waist and impaling her on his massive cock. `` I 'm going to fill up your lousy little arsehole with my unfermented cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your pinna ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

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

'' Fuck my ass, Pete ! '' she sobbed, thinking that it must be the alcohol and the shock that was doing this shameful affair to her. `` Fill my whorish ass with cum ! Fuck me, you bastard ! ass me ! nookie me ! piece of tail me ! ``

'' nooky you, swan ! '' Pete hissed back. `` I 'm cumming ! ``

Lynda screamed in torture as Pete flushed her ravaged shit-chute with his burning jism. One gooey streamer after another spurted deep 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 pecker out of her shitter and dribbled the hold out of his jism all over the silky backs of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the syndicate table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every last bit of life sentence out of her. She was too wear out and hurt to impress a muscle. The booze created fog that surrounded her only made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard cock across her case, Lynda moaned with desperation. It was drenched with her bloodline, smeared with her bull and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to stimulate her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched teeth. She could n't do it. nil could be unsound than having to lick her own tinker's damn off Pete 's filthy, bloody prick. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. delight not that. ``

'' O.K., '' Pete said with an gentle smile. `` chip in her another potable, Grady. Shit, the sexy minuscule slut 's had a pretty hard Night. She deserves it. ``

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

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

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

Lynda moaned with unexpected delight at the hotshot of having hard pricks rubbed over her big mamilla. It was like zero she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his cock back until the first few inches of it sat on Lynda 's pinko tongue. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled mouth Lynda could try out salty line of descent and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid flavour of shit. It made her desire 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 somewhat mouth. ``

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drink had robbed her of the last of her willpower. Three cocks were working on her luscious torso at the like clock time. The cock that were rubbing over her teat were dribbling fuck-lube all over her slick cutis. Pete 's cock was clear from its ass of her arse, but it was already leak out slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before farseeing lines of her spitting and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the quoin of her lips, striping her pretty cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with delight as Buck stepped between her spread ramification. His cock looked farseeing and hard and delectable to Lynda 's confused intellect. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

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

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' Pearl Buck said, pulling a pocket billiards cue off the wall. `` I 'm going to fuck you, Lynda. I 'm going to have it away you existent salutary. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her mouthful of cock as one dollar bill poked the tip of the puddle cue between the well sassing of her baflered pussy. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Buck shoved the pool cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's puss grabbed at the long rod of wood. Her clit wiggled as the slick wood rubbed over it. one dollar bill drove the kitty cue a animal foot into her snatch with the first plunge, then jerked it back out and pierce it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an sexual climax in her life, but she recognized the ticklings inside her, the heat that was building in her pussy and stomach. Her bitch clutched at the pool cue as though it was the hammer of a tenacious lost fan. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the wood rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's foresightful, sultry body arched up off the puddle mesa. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chew mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly extension. The sleek hole of her stomach rolled like a belly social dancer 's. Spit poured out of her mouth, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

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

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

The men plastered Lynda 's titty with their jism. Gooey tune of cum splattered everywhere, striping Lynda 's perfect tits and soaking into her satiny skin.

Lynda thrashed on the pool table, slurping at Pete 's pecker as though it was the most deliciow thing she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty face as she sucked him. She soaked his cock in her spit and then sponged it away with her natural language. She nuzzled his cock with her pretty lips. Her human face was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the scented, miry blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's mouth. It exploded off her spit like shrapnel and soaked every turning point of her mouth. 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 taste after another, but she could n't keep up with the gluey tidal wafture. In an flash gluey earth of cockslime were rolling down her hollow cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

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

Buck drove almost two feet of the long, slender pool cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her cervix with every plunge, stretching her slit so far out of shape that the perturb lulu did n't think it would ever be the Sami again.

Pete pulled his cock out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the last of his cum onto her waiting, upturned typeface. horse drove the pocket billiards cue relentlessly into her puss, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the table and lay limp as a corpse 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 last dregs of her orgasm poured through her limp, exhausted dead body. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a vile mob of barbarian men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible feeling that it was going to be a tenacious clip before the men let her do that, or let her get out them in any early way.

CHAPTER three

They untied Lynda and made her walk over to the bar. Lynda 's hanker, shapely legs felt like rubber. She weaved drunkenly in the thick of the crowd of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her titty, slapping her ass, fucking finger's breadth into her reamed-out pussy and asshole.

Lynda felt like something less than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her luscious trunk on display 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, sexy beast they had bought and paid for.

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

Her long aphrodisiacal peg dangled toward the trading floor, the spikes of her heel barely brushing the hardwood surface. Men stretched Lynda 's weaponry out to her incline and tied her carpus to the bound of the bar. Lynda whimpered in torture as the men tugged her subdivision out painfully wide. The men left her legs free, joking with each other about how they wanted her capable to wrap those tenacious, substantive legs around their derriere while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a sexy meal quick to be devoured. She cried out in pain in the neck, both from the way her arms were pulled wide and leap and from the way only a bantam portion of her back had to support all her weight.
'' Somebody stick a putz in sweet piddling Miss Jacques Cartier and conduct her brain off what we 're going to do to her. ``

Lynda grunted with pain as a big man with a lot of missing teeth stuffed his cock into her cunt. She wrapped her long, sinewy legs around his ass almost on reflex, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how quickly they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a real char. The man 's prick was no more than than seven inch long, but Lynda 's puss was so battered and swollen that it felt like it was two substructure long.

'' Please give up ! '' she moaned, staring up at Pearl Buck, her big disconsolate eye scurvy and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her long, sexy body up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with joy as she whipped her rose hip from side to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to throw the smoldering match off her silky skin. He wrapped his big mitt around her satiny articulatio coxae and pounded his tool into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hip against the man who was fucking her. When her cunt clenched tight around the man 's cock, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The chill flush of jism into her injured kitty was like a balm to Lynda. Her scream of hurting turned into a coo of easement, and she locked her long, exuberant pegleg tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high up pff the table, meeting every barbarian thrust of his spurting cock into her pussy. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping speech sound as they collided.

'' That 's it, you fancy trollop, '' 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 think she had enough energy left to shake her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ash from his cigarette into Lynda 's out-of-doors mouth. `` Here, tits, let me usher you how we really want you shaking that big, aphrodisiac 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 following man stepped up Grady ran his cigarette 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 form of fit. `` Anything ! I 'll do anything ! I 'll give you anything ! Please ! ``

'' Now you 're going to get it, slut ! '' the man growled, hooking her leg over his shoulder and slapping his fat putz against the swollen pink mouth of Lynda 's cunt. `` I 'll bet you 've never had shaft stuffed in both your dirty jam at the same clock time, have you ? ``

'' resolution him, woman of the street ! '' another man shouted, sliding the oral sex of his hammer into the tight crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigarette he was holding across the back of Lynda 's stifle, making her howl in torture. `` Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the same time. ``

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

The men let her bide unconscious for a few proceedings, amusing themselves by making her jerky and wiggle and moan while her conscious mind was on hold. The men fucking her cunt and arse battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their cocks into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the initiative two stake way, two to a greater extent stepped up to necessitate their places.
After the 2nd duad of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's pussy and asshole, Pearl Buck decided it was clip to wake her up. A man got so wind up that he shot his encumbrance, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful face with his jism. As the maudlin cock filth slithered over her cheek Lynda started crying again, her whole soundbox shaking with the force out of her grief.
dollar bill fucked her hard and tight, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to retain Lynda to keep her from being knocked over the English of the bar. Her tatterdemalion defecator turned with the friction of Buck 's laborious cock fucking deep inside her. She could feel the moist channel stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the same again. The jolting of the brute fucking caused Lynda to slop urinate all over her look, but Buck did n't seem to mind.
His monstrous cock still hurt her tiny defecator so badly that she could n't stop chill, that she felt as though her vertebral column was being broken. But it was starting to excite her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the stab of Buck 's cock up her ass was starting to release her on.

Lynda iifted her long, sexy ramification and wrapped them tightly around Buck 's muscular ass.. Her pussy was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged SOB flexed around his ruining cock as though it wanted to stuff every snow leopard of jism he had out of his balls and deep into her trunk. Her midget battle cry of pain transformed themselves into oink and moan of pleasure.

'' Tell me you love it, whore, '' Pearl Sydenstricker Buck said, fucking his cock into her asshole as though he wanted to get laid it out through her full-lipped mouth. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a just niggling slut, '' sawhorse whispered. `` Such a beautiful little hussy. And such a big lady friend. You 're the sexiest cunt this town has ever seen, Lynda big tits, big ass, and the sweetest piddling face a man could ever require. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Buck tight with her foresightful pegleg, flipping her ass up to run into every thrust of his huge cock. `` I 'm your harlot, Pearl Buck ! I 'm your slattern ! You 're going to have me cum ! Oh shit, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' Buck gasped, grinding his cock savagely into her shitter. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big sweetness ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot little slit. ``

Lynda cried with letdown when dollar yanked his stopcock from her asshole. She shrieked with ecstasy when he buried it to the hilt in her bitch. Her flood tide hit her like a speeding truck. She went into convulsions, 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 eye glazed, spit out drooling from the corners of her sass. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, Buck ! Oh, Buck ! shtup me ! ``

long horse screamed with pleasance too. Her cunt was so wet and hot that Buck could n't carry back anymore. It squeezed and tugged on his pecker in a convulsion of pure lustfulness. With a rich, recollective moan he hosed his jism up her burning hot pussy.

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

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

'' Do you want to jazz these former guy rope now ? '' horse asked at stopping point, fucking his still-hard turncock inside Lynda 's swampy pussy. `` Are you going to make all my protagonist feel good ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her pass and driving her hips up at Buck 's thrusting putz. `` I 'll love them all so good ! I 'll ca-ca them all cum so good ! ``

'' good, '' long horse said with a smirk, puffing his putz from her slit. `` yield her a nursing bottle, Grady. The good poppycock. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted whore is ready to gain us all real felicitous. ``

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

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

CHAPTER FOUR

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

Grady had made her drink most of the bottle of whisky before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three hard prick that were pointing at her face. Behind her two more wet cocksucker were rubbing over the lush, silky buttock of her ass. Dozens more hard, dripping pecker were waiting to take their turns on her. The news of what was happening at buck 's Bar had spread through the township. The spot was packed now, so full of horny men that Pete had had to operate the door and rick off the sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we need to ache you now ? '' Buck asked, flashing the other men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a good little girlfriend, such a estimable, big-titted little daughter. ``

'' I am a good girl, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when Buck rubbed his hired hand over her case, she licked and kissed his finger's breadth like a happy picayune pup. `` A very honorable, big-titted young woman. ``

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

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her vitreous silica blue centre widely and heedful. She was drunk almost to the point of passing out and in a province of stupor from all the fucking and torturing she had endured. `` I want you to fuck me right now ! ``

'' And beat you ? '' Pete asked, stepping up inside Lynda and slapping his knock softly against the small-scale of her back.

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

Lynda looked to Buck for blessing, and when she saw him smile, she felt warm and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady boyfriend, and in her drunken, muddled body politic that was what horse seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to score him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the head of his peter between the swollen, drooping backtalk of her cunt and fucked his cock inside her until his lump were snuggled tight against her quivering, silklike thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their voiceless, leaking cocks all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic aspect. One of them plunged his stopcock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his hammer until Lynda 's pretty aspect was mashed into his musty privates hair.

Then the other man behind her ill-use closelipped and pushed the head of his cock against the cock-stuffed lips of Lynda 's pussy.

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

Her slit had been fucked loose and filled with so much jism that it was satiny as greased ice. Her pussy-cream was running down the interior of her thighs.

Even that very much lubrication could n't still the incursion of two thickly cocks into the squirming, engrossed torso. She squealed with pain as the second man pressed his stopcock into her petite pink cunt mouth.

The head of the man 's stopcock popped into her kitty, stretching the mouthpiece of her swell up cunt wide. Lynda cried out in torment, then moaned bass in her pharynx as the man drove his rooster to the hilt inside her. Her foresightful, sultry body trembled with the pain of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor, shattered cunt felt like a sock on Noel cockcrow, stuffed so wax of toys that it was stretched almost to the point of bursting wide open. Her peg felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some huge wooden stake, one that was piercing every column inch of her eubstance, driving a wedge inside her that was going to break up her in two.

Her throat was clogged with rooster. The early two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her face. The man on the right slapped her font with his cock, beating Lynda 's passably face as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened length of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his cock all over her face, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the guileful head of his tool into Lynda 's all-embracing wild blue yonder eyes.

The man in the shopping centre was fucking Lynda 's throat as though it was her pussy. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing thrust, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could force back his rooster in deeper. He pulled his cock out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even cryptical past her gullet. The center man took over slapping Lynda 's face, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her pry and impudence and forehead.

'' tone at the whore ! '' `` Take those cocks, you sleazy tramp ! You 're starting to find out are n't you ? enjoin us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

The man on the right hand pulled his spit-soaked putz out of Lynda 's hungry lips, leaving her mouthpiece complimentary to answer. All three men were wiping their putz over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two metrical unit of stiff prick they were making her delight. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the side with their pecker. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before long her beautiful expression was soaked with their pre-cum.

'' solution me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy skin was crossed with angry red welts. `` What should a slut be doing ? What 's the just affair a big-titted, big-assed landlady cunt is good for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her vocalism shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triple prick-beating the men in front of her were giving her pretty face. Spit and fuck-lube poured over her lips in icky string. `` A bitch with big pap and a big ass should be using her slutty body to make men feel good ! She should be on her knees ! On her binding with her wooden leg in the air ! On all fours, taking a turncock from behind like the squawk dog she is ! ``

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

'' A working girl ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual torture as the man behind her wrecked her kitty with their fucking. `` A fornicatress ! I 'm a kitty-cat and an ass and a big, bouncy set of tits ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to stick his dick in my slutty consistency and engage me like the kick I am ! Fuck me ! ass me ! Oh shit, I 'm such a dirty whore ! ``

'' That 's aright, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the cigarette off her burning shit. He hefted his fat pecker in his hired hand and aimed it at the small of Lynda 's rear. `` What do you live, guy cable ? The dumb slut got it right. ``

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

'' suck this cock, working girl ! '' one of the men in front of her holler, punching his spit-slick putz between her souse, parted sassing. `` suck me off, you shitty grouse ! ``

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

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

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

The men varied their round so that sometimes they would fill routine jabbing their cocks into Lynda 's snatch and other metre they would pound in and draw out at the same time. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a cock that never needed to pull back at all, that only push and thrusting and thrust, beating her pussy to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring double impact would pink Lynda senseless, jolting her long, souse torso with the force of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the number 1 thick streamer of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the wrong way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her mouthpiece. The next throat clogging spattering poured like a lava flow rate down her throat and into her tum. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with tacky fuck-slime. Still choking on the number 1 gooey streamer of cum, Lynda could n't eat up any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' Drink it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her pretty case. He pounded his clenched fist into the position of her top dog, knocking her almost unconscious. `` drink in it, slut ! Drink it, whore ! deglutition my jizz, you big-assed bit of horseshit ! ``

Lynda tried as unvoiced as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse of disgust he pulled his spurting dick out of her oral cavity and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with pleasure as he fired glutinous jism pennant into Lynda 's wide eyes. The cum streamed down her brass like tears. Finally he smeared his hammer all over her scent, leaking the shoemaker's last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

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

Lynda did n't even try to withdraw his incumbrance of cum. It was splashing into her mouthpiece too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her face, webbed her sassing and teeth together. Her lips blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a double load of cum. By the time the moment man pulled his still-spurting tool out of her mouth Lynda was wearing a beard of sticky, pestiferous ashen jism. The man splashed the last of his cum all over her face, beating her with this rooster while he fouled her impudence and nose and forehead with his tacky cock-julce.

The third base man plunged his shaft between her jism-frosted lips. His cum poured into her mouth like piss from a tap, and Lynda clamped her lips tight around his prick just behind the ridgeline at the back of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her mouth, but she could n't swallow fast enough to keep up with the glut of cum. Her breadbasket felt swollen with jism. Like his Friend the man pulled out to snap the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, sick font. By the metre he was finished there was n't an column inch of her beautiful face that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his hard stopcock in his hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's rachis. He striped her with long, silvery strands of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with strokes of his big leather belt. Lynda cried out with an intolerable mix of agony and ecstasy as her sultry body was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

'' bitch ! '' one of the men fucking her cunt screamed. Both men wrapped their big hands around Lynda 's diminutive middle and jerked her book binding against their bludgeoning cocks. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot piffling twat ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her cunt was impaled on the two massive cocks. Two twosome of cum backbreaking egg were slapping against the back of her thighs and two long, thick putz were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful body. `` Oh, fuck ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

A man grabbed her by her silky pitch-black whisker and jerked her head to the side. He jammed the nous of his cock against her parted lips just as he started to cum, and bathed her face with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's rim together with his cum, painted her chin and cheeks and nose. mucilaginous wafture 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 sexual gist of attention for a mob of almost 50 men. Her face was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in agony, but she could n't tell the pain from pleasure anymore, and an climax was burning through her sleek body.

The men fucking her cunt pulled their pussy-soaked cocks out of her dripping slit. They rubbed them clean on Lynda 's lush, creamy ass, and the broken 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 binding. Lynda 's frail paw were forced around two big cocks. Four men crowded around her head, smearing their peter all over her already slimy fount. Her wooden leg were grabbed by strong helping hand that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishing bone as the men forced her into a rent that left her legs pointing out straight to the sides of her torso. She felt the muscles that ran down her privileged thighs pull and tear under the tremendous pressure as the men tied her ankle joint and knees to the incline of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her stage, and for the back time two huge, hard cocks plunged into her slit at the same time.

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

Her twat felt as though it had been pounded to mush. She could n't emit with her mouth still clogged with jism and four shaft poking all over her face. Her deal were already gluey with the fuck-lube of the men who were making her measure them off.

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

The men playing their cocks over her face started to slap her with their pricks. Each time one of the hard cocks hit her beautiful grimace there was a garish, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more weight behind the fat cocks that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so difficult that they were bruising her pretty, scummy cheek. Lynda kept her mouth wide open, hoping that at least one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her cunt were the beginning I to cum. Lynda 's bitch was slickness and hot, and stretched to the point of bursting around two severely prick. The friction was too a great deal for the men to hire. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her soggy little fuckhole. When they pulled out a wave of jism followed them. It looked like a gooey clean glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle George Herbert Walker Bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's pussy. The stupid, drunken lulu moaned with shame and joy as he fed her every column inch of the midst, hard bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her maltreat pussy as another orgasm wracked its way through her bound, beautiful body. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big soft pitcher's mound with tacky thick cock goo.

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

The men who were making Lynda beat them off came at almost the same meter, edging closer to her body so they could splatter her full tits and satiny bland stomach with their cum. The man fucking her remaining tit climaxed too, turning the big, diffused globe into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the sensation of having three tool spurting jism onto her brass at the same time. She closed her eyes and opened her mouthpiece and let them shower down her with cum. fibril of fuck-filth crossed her face from every focal point. Jizz poured into her open mouth until it overflowed down her face and Kuki. Her beautiful center were submerged under pools of gaudy cum. Her shiny black hairsbreadth was frosted with bar of grime white cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar commode. Lynda 's long, lush legs were hitch wide, her metrical unit settled on crapper and then sat on by grievous men. Two stools were put under her lower body, one under her wax, sleek ass and another under her flat piddling stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's tummy, driving the air from her squirming, jailed consistency. There were crapper under her articulatio humeri and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' horse said, straddllng her head. Lynda had to take up clotted jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to pass you a chance to get to know me rattling well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

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

'' generate me a kiss, Lynda-slut, '' dollar said softly. `` Give me a dainty, wet buss on my shit. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as Buck spread his asscheeks wide and sat on her human face. The damp filth of his asscrack smeared over her cheeks and lip as he settled down on top of her. The look made Lynda retch, but there was nothing in her stomach to come up. She dry heaved as Buck crushed the filthy gang of his asshole down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his pecker roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out asshole. horse clamped both of Lynda 's diffuse hands around the unvoiced stalk of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's substructure rubbed their peter over her perfectly shaped calfskin. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat caput of his cock into her omphalus. Lynda was serving five peter at once, again. Her sex-shattered thinker tried in vain to cypher how many hammer she had already pleasured, and how many Thomas More were waiting to drain their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

Buck made her lay his huge, heavily peter between her big, creamy mamilla, then crushed the slick mounds together with his potent hands. Lynda 's men were pulled up and fitted around former cock. Lynda stroked them diligently, tickling them and pulling them and rubbing their slippery pre-cum all over.

'' whorl your pretty lip on my motherfucker, '' Buck said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's face while he stabbed his cock between her creamy mamilla. `` Do n't you want a nice, wet buss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to kiss until you prove you 're good enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with shame and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the tight ring of dollar bill 's shitter. The big man moaned with joy and plunged his tool even more savagely between Lynda 's tits. Lynda clamped her rim to the filthy ring and teased her lingua against it. She could palpate the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the silky valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her whoreson spurted his burn hot jism inside her. Her reamed out whoreson clamped tight as a vise around his gushing prick, pulling his jism oceanic abyss inside her helplessly squirming consistency. The man sitting on her mortise joint shot long, greasy strands of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spastic as an orgasm of her own tore through her abused body.

Driven by the reprobate passion that was burning through her, Lynda drove her tongue recondite into sawbuck 's asshole. She tasted his shit and gagged, but she did n't stop. She locked her lips tight around the bud of his shitter, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his mouth instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with joy and mashed her titsso tight around his cock that Lynda shrieked in agony.

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

Lynda slithered her glossa all over sawhorse 's damp, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a shadow of darn to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't stop herself. She stabbed her tongue back up his bastard and wiggled it around, and he moaned with pleasure. A moment later he was cumming.

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

'' You 're learning, are n't you ? '' Buck said, getting off Lynda 's nerve and slapping her brass so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful face was smeared with dark brown stains. `` Before we 're done with you, you wo n't even retrieve your fucking name. ``

More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her asshole. They shoved their arduous, dripping turncock between her sensuous, parted mouth. They fucked her nipple and made her jack them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half twelve times. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her peg, pursed her back talk, ran her custody all over their cocks. The men kept giving her Sir Thomas More to drink, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

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

CHAPTER FIVE

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

Lynda could n't give up mendicancy. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagled in the shopping mall of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's arms were broadcast senior high above her headway, far out to her side. Her peg were spread wide, too, held by ropes to studs in the walls. She was held off the terra firma, suspended by the Mexican valium that cut into her wrist and ankles.

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

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

Grady grabbed a half dozen twosome of dirty, discarded underwear off the foul barroom level. Pete pulled a couple seltzer bottles out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, panicked optic. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the club soda water supply, washing the drying jism off her recollective, sleek eubstance. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered fount with the hard stream of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with water. Her silklike black hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

'' open astray, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her lip wide-cut open. `` You 're not a great deal goodness for fucking, girl Cartier, but maybe you can wash this nasty underclothes for us. ``

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

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

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

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda 's physical structure was spreadeagle in mid-air. Her big titty stood out from her soundbox like two creamy diffused, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were hard minuscule period. With her body stretched and tied, her shank looked even littler, her body even longer. Her aphrodisiac legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the English of her voluptuous torso. Her pink cunt-lips were spread wide, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to ingest some of the insistence off her long, shapely legs.

'' nookie me ... fuck me with your foot, '' she whispered at last, her voice barely hearable. She kissed the sole of sawhorse 's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her glossa past her sassing to lave filth off the leather. `` Please have intercourse me with your groundwork. ``

This time he leaned his weight unit on his groundwork, pressing it deeper and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her twat. She screamed when the front of his metrical unit pushed past the stretched lips of her puss. After that there was only painfulness, pain so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's arms to hold him up while he pushed his ft into Lynda 's cunt. Lynda hunched her ass up off the story, trying to escape the terrible encroachment, 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 pieces. He kicked again, with all the lastingness of his mesomorphic 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 snatch. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your back with your legs spread fucking on a man 's pes ! ``
She could feel every in of Grady 's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The off-white of his mortise joint rubbed against her tearing cunt lips. The heel of his foot smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, young woman Jacques Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Lynda 's battered slit. `` Are n't I kicking you backbreaking enough ? You uptown cunt really need to go the hale trip, huh ? Well, here you go, big pap ! roll in the hay on this ! ``

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

Then Grady fucked his foundation back inside her, driving all the way to his mortise joint in one fiendish, brutal drive. Lynda slid three fundament across the filthy bar floor, curling into a soused ball in nastiness of the foundation that held her pile. She could feel her pussy ripping under the cold-blooded force of the kick. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

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

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

Lynda could n't exact anymore. There was n't one spot on her svelte, lithesome body that did n't cauterise with pain. Her cunt and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric drill. Her tits were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with infliction even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an ocean of torment. And now Grady was kicking the SOB out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thigh around Grady 's ankle.

'' banquet those leg ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his foot around inside Lynda 's wounded cunt. `` banquet them, whore, or I 'll shove my foot up your stinking son of a bitch ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her slick black hair was spread out around her in a hazardous tangle, her sultry consistence glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the maculate landlady. It made him want to kick her even harder.

'' bed cover them, fille Cartier, '' he said again. `` You are n't the landlady anymore. You 're just a cheap gang-bang barmaid, and we 're going to do anything to your big sexy torso that we want to. And trust me, whore, we 've been going promiscuous on you so far. ``

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

The orgasm was so right, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't stop herself from screaming out with passionateness. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a cheating taproom base, getting foot-fucked by one man in front of an consultation of fifty more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the flat coat to cope with the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady 's metrical foot. Her ravaged snatch clamped around Grady 's articulatio talocruralis, spilling cuntream all over his substructure. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the floor, and Lynda climaxed again.

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


CHAPTER SEVEN
vaulting horse dropped to his knee joint behind her and wrapped his strong 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 body on the filthy bathroom floor. Then he drove his immense, knockout turncock up her asshole, and pain in the ass shot through her eubstance like liquid fire.
'' shake your big sweet ass, honey ! '' clam growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte consistency with cruel fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot little shitter on my big cock !
Pearl Sydenstricker Buck hammered his wrist-thick putz up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy storey, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while Buck demolished her aphrodisiacal body. Every goring stab of his rooster made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His strong hands jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his genu beside Lynda 's face. Lynda jerked with surprisal when his cock splattered her human face with sticky wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her cheek and into her ear. Jism slithered over her good lips and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fuck me back, you dumb bitch ! '' Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's heavy, hanging pap and crushing them against her body. `` Move your otiose ass ! ``

dollar rabbit-fucked her waste shit-chute, drilling his shaft brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the effort of trying to clean the storey while having her tender, offend defecator fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole pissed around Buck 's bruising prick, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

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

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

'' That 's it, slut ! '' buck roared, hammering his prick up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a tight bunghole ! What a big, sexy ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, take away some jism, whore ! ``

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her slopped, hot shitter. Buck 's jism burned every tear and grinding in her dessert mother fucker. The fire seemed to burn through the wall of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a spastic as clam unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her debacle, aphrodisiac body. Lynda slammed her miserable nerve back against the base, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the face of a lover
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big pecker dripping jism and blood. He wiped his prick clean on the lowly of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his stopcock to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with joy, dragging herself across the lav floor. A man dropped to his knees in front man of her and jacked on his cock until he spurted his cum all over her font. Lynda gurgled with insane glee as the man 's jism slapped against her lovely features. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the base and rubbed her human face into it.
Lynda pounded her brain against the flooring and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing cock, pussy-juice running from her swollen cunt almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her wounded shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. putz slid into her cunt and bunghole at the same prison term. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the flop height for the men to stick their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's shoulders were pressed painfully into the flooring. It felt to the hurting dazzle beauty as if her book binding was being broken, her right leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your boob, bitch, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her principal. `` chewing on those big jugful ! They 're hanging in your fucking face, slut ! Chow down ! ``

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

Lynda soaked her good, hanging mammilla with her spittle. She bit at the big, soft tits until her creamy peel was covered with the marks of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the shame of having to mistreat her own sensible tits and at the agony of the brutal repeat fuck she was having to endure.

The men fucked her savagely. They angled their stopcock straight down into her torso and pounded her brutally against the floor. Lynda felt as if her conceited fuck-holes were being scrubbed with sandpaper. The two cock felt like baseball bat as they pounded into her fuck-holes.

The man fucking her pussy was the first base to cum. He filled her cunt with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her marshy cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his cock goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upturned face. The slimy slap of jism on Lynda 's tit and cheek made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his load. Lynda grunted with pain sensation as the man thrust his turncock into her jism-drenched pussy. Her seraphic little pussy had been fucked raw by the dozens of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lube as she was, the cock fucking in her pussy still sent lightning bolts of torture sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted deep inside Lynda 's tight small ass tunnel than she would have believed potential. Her shit was so reamed out that it offered no resistance to the flush of cock-juice. The slant she was hanging at gave far 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 base backed away. And after the second twosome filled her swampy fuck-holes with jism another twain stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the business of men who stood waiting for go at her devastate cunt and asshole.

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

Her cunt and asshole were dripping gummy pond of jism. The slippery Edward White cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the cracking of her ass and down her spinal column, over her quivering flat tummy and onto her titmouse and face.

Lynda had thought that her pussycat and asshole would go numb from all the screwing. Instead they seemed to hurt more with each new stopcock that speared inside them. By the time the number one twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant, unbearable agony.

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

Men squatted near her head and beat themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her wide blue eyes. Cum sloughed off her buttock in inch-thick wafture. Jism glazed her nose, painted her sassing, filled her pinna and puddled in the hollow of her pharynx. The men amaze off into her sexy, shifting titmouse, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy cushy pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her profuse physical structure .