baRMAID IN BONDAGE by Blake James Abraham Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should take in never come down here, '' Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Jacques Cartier into the wall with his big, mesomorphic body. He ran his big hands over her slender throat, broad shoulders and satiny weapon system. `` The guy who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around townsfolk for years. I do n't retrieve there 's a matter in the public 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 decree. ``

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

She never had a chance. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with sawhorse for geezerhood, grabbed her by her glossy shameful hair. Pete Fint, a vernal, good-looking guy who always seemed to be salute, 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 reach. Dozens of other men were headed in her direction, drinks in their hands, lecherousness and hatred in their eye. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' Strip the bitch ! '' Buck shouted, wiping a trace of blood from his buttock. `` comic strip her nude and beat the shit out of her ! I think it 's time for this bigheaded adulteress to learn what the fuck she 's good for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to swear out us in any way she can. ``

Buck ran the rasping, sleaziest bar in Town. His client were all men, and all mean value. There was n't one of them who did n't know about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her superior attitude and sluttish life, who did n't crave for her because of her sexy body and beautiful face. A cheerfulness went up at Buck 's words, and brutally substantial workforce gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big bitch, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's entire, firm tits through the slick orange fabric of her clinging garb. `` And fucking skinny ! About the only when meat on her is these jumbo titmouse ! ``

'' Bullshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the full, labialize cheeks of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so hard that the sexy offspring landlady moaned in pain. `` control out her ass and stage ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this cunt naked ! ``

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

'' dickhead, '' horse said, stepping into the circle. `` You are a fucking mantrap. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in Ithiel Town. She had a perfect face, with wide, startling juicy eyes, wide, red mouth, a inviolable jaw and heights os zygomaticum. Her hair was pitch pitch-black and shiny, and it splashed past her articulatio humeri in a slick tumble. But her body was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a tall cleaning woman, standing almost six feet even without the heels she was wearing. Her shoulder joint were full and aphrodisiacal. They had to be wide to hold up her knocker. Lynda 's titty were big, firm mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so unit of ammunition and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her teat were perfective tense, dark brown stiletto heel that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely minor. But her hips flowed out generously, full and soft and inviting. And her wooden leg were howling, her thigh lush and creamy, her sura delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a womanhood who had been built for sex. The exclusively problem Buck could see was that some dazed motherfucker had forgotten to distinguish her.

It was an erroneous belief he intended to correct. `` No ! '' Lynda gasped as Pearl Buck 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 ! ``

one dollar bill clamped his lips over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet military press of Buck 's mouth to hers. She jerked her head wildly from one side to the former. He just ground his back talk against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouth against Lynda 's, his work force were roaming all over her body. He pinched her ass and squeezed her breast and even cupped his paw over the furred mouthpiece of her cunt.

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

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the subdivision of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her head by a handful of her slick black tomentum. Then it was his sassing plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to pull its way into her backtalk. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fists, and when one of her punches caught him on his Kuki-Chin, he grabbed her full right tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

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

'' Stupid 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 floor on her high dog. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her elegant, creamy throat like some form of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy shape. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the conflict from her trunk. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then force his fist brutally into the pit of her venter. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her foreland up and blanketed her lip with his, she could n't keep her mouth shut. In an instantaneous his vile clapper was probing deep inside her helpless lip. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her implements of war behind her back.

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too late to defend. There was a big man holding each of her weaponry, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking lusus naturae tied her wrists with the remonstrate remnants of her own frock. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the round, Lynda did n't even cause her hands free to skin or unwrap her fall.

The men tossed her back and Forth River, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she was n't sure what was happening. The men all looked the Saami, whoop and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same things to her, mauling her big tits and full ass, squirming their lip against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her mouth, even hitting her with short, chopping punches to her bosom, venter and back.

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

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

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda 's case. His saliva splattered between Lynda 's middle and trickled down both incline of her nose. He levered her jaws open and saliva again, this sentence filling her mouth with his tongue. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with tongue. There were a dyad dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one guidance and then the early, using her beautiful side for a quarry. A dozen dissimilar men hocked their spit into Lynda 's open mouth. The spit of the rest rolled down her perfective features in mucilaginous streams.

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

Pete forced her to swallow the pooled spit of at to the lowest degree a dozen men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the collected bosh poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lips over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and mortification as Pete raped her mouth with his lingua. He grabbed her exuberant asscheeks and spread them wide, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her pussy and the smashed pore of her asshole. Within an instant the men were attacking her tender minuscule fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's cunt, making her cry out in pain. Her kitty-cat was as blotto as a girdle and as dry as a desert. The man 's finger tore into her like a notched wooden splinter. A moment later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The painfulness was unbelievable. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning bother shooting up her sensitive lilliputian asshole.

The fingers were pulled out of her kitty-cat and shit almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no ease for Lynda. Other fingerbreadth replaced the ones that were gone, stretching Lynda 's tight, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her lush second joint and full, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and arms. Dozens of hands swarmed over her Brobdingnagian, assail pap, pinchlng and pulling and whirl and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda 's cunt and asshole. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her jolly rap pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his sassing off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful case. The aphrodisiac landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and defeat. He was washing her nozzle, cheeks, chin, even her eye and forehead with his slippery saliva. And while he did, former men crowded tight around her. A strange mouth clamped over hers, a foreign tongue slurping all the way to the back of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both sides of her long, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. tongue probed her ears and traced the mulct logical argument of her jaw.

'' bastard ! '' she screamed, in the split second of breathing place she had between one man breaking off his colza of her mouthpiece and the adjacent clamping his brim over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll hire men to get you all ! I 'll possess them cut your stopcock off ! ``

'' You stupid cunt, '' buck said, grabbing her by her slender arms and lifting her off her invertebrate foot. `` Who said you were ever going to get the chance ? ``

buck 's powerful hands bit so tightly into her creamy subdivision that Lynda screamed out in anguish. Her feet kicked at the air as he hefted her senior high. Then he threw her face-first against the lamentation, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, ineffective to stabilize herself with her hands tied behind her binding. She wobbled on her bounder as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a half XII men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong digit into her limb and titty. One man wrapped his big hands around her peg down waistline. Another grabbed her by her slender pharynx. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the wall the one-quarter time Lynda was barely conscious. Her caput was rolling on her shoulders. Her sass hung liniply subject, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick human face. The few scrap of clothing that still clung to her shoulder and waistline fluttered like flags as the men pounded her into the rampart. There was a trickle of blood from her prospicient, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the mint of the sexy, stuck-up landlady stripped bare and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, aware of nothing now except pain in the ass and veneration. `` Stop ! Please stop ! Oh, please break off hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big tit and tight snatch. They slammed her into the wall another 12 multiplication before Buck told them to throw her on the consortium table.

By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every os in her alcoholic, sultry physical structure had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a child, and realized she was completely at the mercy of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck and his rough customers.

'' Now you 're going to learn a lesson, you lousy pussy ! '' dollar snarled, ripping off his whang. He dropped his pants, and Lynda cried out in arrant affright at what she saw. `` You 're going to hear your place, slut ! And learn what you 're fucking in force for, too ! ``

Buck 's pecker was buddy-buddy than Lynda 's wrist and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping school principal was at to the lowest degree as big as her clenched fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole liveliness, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a peter in almost ten years, could n't bear the peck of the atrocious shaft Buck was waving in her centering. Even the terror of his big leather smash, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was zilch compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.

'' No, please, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a small, do-or-die vocalization. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, Buck, oh please, please, please ! I could n't stand it ! I could n't stand it ! ``

'' The squawk do n't vocalise so senior high and mighty now, '' one of the men said.

'' Do n't care, pussy, '' another guy said. `` A big bitch like you ought to be able to pack one dollar bill 's turncock without tearing too much. ``

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lust and pitilessness in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the kitty mesa, stripped defenseless, her hands tied behind her back, knocked one-half senseless by the banging she 'd taken and in a nation of about jar from the scandalization that had already been perpetrated on her tenacious, luscious body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her principal from English to side, curtaining her typeface with her silklike black whisker. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say please make out me, sawhorse ? '' Buck asked, bringing the whang lashing down into her tits again. The big, everlasting pitcher bounced and swayed across Lynda 's dresser with the impact of the snow. `` Maybe you 'd better say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd amend recite me just how much you 'd care my big knockout cock 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 body squirmed against the green top of the kitty table, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her peel that the swath had touched. Lynda could n't keep her cries of torture from tumbling past her set out rim. She could n't block up more tears from sliding down her beautiful, pallid brass. But she swore to herself, with every apothecaries' ounce of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg vaulting horse to stick his huge, sickening prick into her.

Then Pearl Sydenstricker Buck stepped between her stage and slapped his huge cock against the lips of her rigorous, dry pussy, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll adulterate, misfire Cartier, '' dollar said in a mocking tint, then slotted the huge head of his cock against the close pink lips of her cunt. `` You should sustain been getting these for year, squawk. 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 drive his massive cock against the tiny oral fissure of her cunt. `` Slow, please slow, please slow up ! ``

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

The backtalk of Lynda 's cunt spread across-the-board against the advance of Buck 's gigantic prick. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the tiny back talk, her pussy-lips were distribute rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the slim down folds of physique stretching past the pointedness of their endurance. She tried to wiggle out of the way of the Brobdingnagian fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the table. Then Buck punched his pelvis forward again, and she could experience herself tearing, sense Buck 's cock sliding inside her.

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were spread wide around the inhuman cinch of Buck 's long cock. petite drip of blood ran from the spot where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick rod. The line greased Pearl Buck 's prick, making it easy for him to slue the rest of his cock inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could have made the brutal violation any well-fixed for Lynda.

Lynda could n't draw a breathing space as buck slid his monstrous cock deep inside her puss. She could feel the petite air hole of her cunt stretching in a hopeless attack to accept the fat, twelve-inch prick Buck was fucking inside her.

Every flexure in her midget cunt straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of Buck 's hammer were still outside her puss when the bruising top dog pounded against her cervix. `` kick ! '' he hissed down into her face, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to train it all, whore ! You 're going to take very fucking in even if it kills you ! ``

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her mendicancy. sawbuck 's putz felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry pussy. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussycat clung to him like a rubber glove on a sweaty hand. It was as though Buck 's cock was a plumber's helper, 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 head against the table, the pain in her cunt so vivid that it seemed to fulfill every nerve in her body. Two more in of Buck 's prick slid inside her this time. Lynda could feel something deep inside her tear, and when Pearl Sydenstricker Buck leaned his weight forward the final stage two in pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the slap of horse 's heavy testis 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 tit and wringing it as though it were a big parazoan. `` You'retakinga foot of cock up your dirty little cunt ! ``

'' Bitch ! '' dollar gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's huge, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them flat against her sleek, sexy organic structure. `` Fuck me back now, Lynda -- whore ! embrace your cunt on my cock ! Shake your big, aphrodisiacal ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

dollar bill closed his fists into claws on her silky tits, then yanked the fleshy mounds to the English with such force play that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her consistence. Her firm ass shot up off the table, and her savaged slit clamped cockeyed around sawbuck 's cock.

It was saturated self-preservation that moved the sexy, captive landlady. crying poured down her passably fount as she fucked back against Buck 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his turncock, flattening her against the pool table with every brutal thrust. He swung his ass from slope to side, spearing her offend slit first from one angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful face going picket. She could n't think the horrible violation of her trunk that was taking place, or that she had begged Buck to screw her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' sawbuck growled, squeezing her full, daily round tits until her creamy bod bulged out between his finger's breadth. `` Such a stringent little cunt ! escape from your big ass for me, Lynda ! stimulate it really good ! ``

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's rooster was soaked with Lynda 's lineage as he stabbed it back and Forth through the pluck rima oris of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the pond table, shivering at the lightening bolt of lightning of pain that slam through her slit with every thrust of Buck 's hammer. Her big blue eyes rolled and a single, shimmering strand of spit drooled from the nook of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

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

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

Grady opened a nursing bottle of cheap whisky and poured it all over Lynda 's cheek. She choked on the intemperate liquor, snorting on what flowed up her horn in and blinking her center against its stick wash.

Several men ducked down to lap and suck at the alcoholic beverage. Lynda trembled with revulsion as their tongue 's washed over her grimace and their back talk slurped over her sonant skin.

'' Now escape from your slutty ass, woman of the street ! '' dollar bill growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush pelvic girdle. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting prick. `` fuck me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to make it so no one ever wants to have it away you again ! ``

Lynda could n't support back her cry of affright. It hurts horribly, but the next clip horse shoved his foot-long cock into her cunt Lynda bounced her ass up off the table to meet him.

'' That 's it ! '' sawbuck shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless cunt even harder. `` shake up your ass, you sweet whore ! Clamp your scummy slit on my big cock ! ``

Lynda cried at the depth of her profanation, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the violation of her own eubstance. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too slight, far too late. Every tearing slice ot dollar bill 's monolithic cock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

'' Tell me you love it, '' Buck said, leaning over her slick, sultry soundbox and washing his tongue over her face.

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her voice hollow, her centre glazed. Buck 's natural language lapped into her eyes, played over her lips, every poked into her ears and nostrils. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burning on the tender nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more intense, like nada she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensory faculty as joy, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the intolerable friction of sawbuck 's huge turncock on her medium clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasance in the middle of this brutal assault almost unhinged the cover girl landlady 's mind.

'' Have some more to drink, young woman Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another 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. Buck dropped his head to her full, assail tits and chewed on her teat until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the bottle out from between her hps Lynda 's head was swimming. For a moment she was n't even sure where she was. Then dollar sank his strong fingers into her creamy diffuse ass and jerked her onto his prick and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming dead body and hammering his massive cock into her with purulent shattering force. `` Get quick to suckle up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to give your twat a have it off cock-cream exhibitioner ! ``

Lynda 's feelings of joy disappeared in an instant when she heard what sawhorse was saying. Her tattered slit clamped tight around his pistoning cock and her svelte eubstance froze on the pocket billiards table.

'' No, Pearl Buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide, scared middle. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't shoot your stuff in my puss ! Oh, delight ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her torn pussy as his rooster spurted jism. `` Maybe we can make a piece of ass baby slut to transport on the crime syndicate custom ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as Buck 's jism splashed deep into her rip up puss. He had a Brobdingnagian load, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could feel it, a heavy, wet weight deep inside her, burning and drippy and slowly soaking into her poor people niggling pussy. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her Buck had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' clam said as if he 'd read her mind while he shot the finale of his jism into her clog fiddling cunt. `` You 're my piece of ass now, Lynda. Of course, there 's a lot more than dogs in this doghouse. ``

Lynda wept in shame and debasement at buck 's mocking Bible. When he pulled his rooster from her twat as she saw it soaked with her blood, she cried in threat. He had ripped her blanket open with his massive cock.

And he was just the first. Grady was already stepping between her branch, slapping the fat head of his massive pecker down on the plump mound of her pussy.

'' take aim a smell, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his hammer over Lynda 's head. drop of blood and string of glutinous fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's aspect. `` Looks well, does n't it ? Good enough to eat. Lick my turncock, Lynda. figure out it clean of all your smutty pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her lovely features with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the foul mix of sex guck onto her impertinence, nose and forehead. He ran his dirty hammer over her sass until she wore a pelage of pasty red lipstick.

It took every ounce of self-control Lynda possessed to open her lip and stick out her tongue. Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy cock all over the dainty pinko lapper.

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and shame as Pearl Buck wiped his dirty pecker clean on her pretty tongue. The taste was so clog up 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 peter brutally against the petal-pink lips of Lynda 's kitty. `` Are you begging me to love you, fancy-ass Miss Cartier ? Is that what you 're begging for ? ``

Lynda could n't answer Grady with Buck wiping his dick clean on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, dismal eyes, a miserabie expression on her gorgeous facial expression. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's suffering that he decided to add a little to it. With a walkover of his carpus and a quick, brutal jab of his hips, he buried his completely foot-long prick into Lynda 's pussy.

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

'' You had your chance for slack and you fucking float it, '' vaulting horse said, wiping her glossa with his hammer one last time, then drying it in her silklike inglorious whisker. `` The only if matter that 's going to assist you now is dissipated. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's wide tits in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his savagely pistoning pricking. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big downcast eyes empty with shock, her oral cavity hanging falloff. Her long, succulent body jerked with spasm as Grady 's prick pounded her into the puddle table. She twisted and writhed on the green felt of the puddle table, her sensual, thrashing physical structure trembling with painful sensation and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasure at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting organic structure was dancing around on his heavy prick.
Lynda whimpered in panic and hunched her ass up off the table to meet Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her pelvic girdle from side to side, wringing the big slit with her hot pussy. She worked her cunt on his rooster like a velvet gloved paw, trying to ignore the agony that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong manpower around Lynda 's riotous hips and jerking her binding and forth on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, Miss Cartier. I 'm going to hook your pussy with some blue-collar jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's first-class honours degree bang of cum splattered bass inside her already marshy slit. `` Not again. No ... no, not another prison term ! ``

'' A lot of times, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, heavy 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 splash of Grady 's tatty cock-slime in her beat-up petty twat. Each new spurt slapped into her like a carve up lineage of flack, and as it soaked into her twat chassis its heat seemed to fulfil every column inch of her long, profuse torso. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her bitch stayed spitted on Grady 's foot long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a nice, sleazy fuck, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his stopcock from her cunt and squeezing out the last of his cum onto her silken cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't do it meliorate would think you were nothing but a sexy whore down here to take on the cat for a hundred sawhorse. ``

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

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

Pete took his place between the sprawled beauty 's outstretched legs. `` I want to sacrifice you a big wet buss. To give thanks you for being such a fresh lilliputian piece of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her moist sassing as soon as Grady told her to, weaken to the fact that she had to obey whatever orders Buck and his mob of customers gave her. A second later Grady pushed the fat, sloughy chief of his stopcock right into her open mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her cries were blocked by the Brobdingnagian rolling wave of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her pharynx. She gagged at the taste of blood, pussy-cream, and the cum of two different men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to jerk her head away, but Grady had already impaled her face on four column inch of jaw-breaking cock.

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

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

Lynda did n't have any choice. Her lips were spread so wide around Grady 's monumental peter that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't think they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized brain of Grady 's cock was cock-a-hoop than Lynda 's diminutive throat. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't respire at all.

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

Lynda thought she was going to opprobrious out. She could n't draw a breath around the throat-clogging cinch of Grady 's massive cock. She was in so much pain that she would have welcomed a prospect to go across out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just wake her back up again. An instant later her pain became infinitely spoiled, and she wished for obliviousness even more.

Pete was fucking his prick 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 midget pore of her voider. `` You 've got such a big sweet ass that I just could n't resist sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry body froze on the kitty board. She arched her ass mellow above the green felt, every well toned brawn in her gymnastic soma tensing operose as steel cable system. The pressing of Pete 's Brobdingnagian hammer against her lilliputian asshole harm risky than anyting sile had ever felt before.

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

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful face going clean as Pete 's monolithic cock-head pushed against the tight outer ring of sinew that protected her midget shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

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

Lynda could n't discontinue fighting him. The muscular tissue that ringed her asshole locked tighter than they ever had before, trying desperately to impede the passageway of Pete 's cock inside her. The strain of holding his prick out made her break into a clammy sweat. It caused her to throb uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the same time.

Men grabbed her full, creamy asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. Other men grabbed her around her waist, by her shoulder joint and tits and blazon and legs. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her lilliputian asshole.

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

The oral sex of Pete 's peter slipped into her asshole.

There was a loud pop. Lynda felt her brawniness relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as extensive as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscle tore. Then Pete 's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to snitch as she never had before. Lynda could n't draw a breath with the monumental ball of flesh immerse inside her bunghole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen substantial men. The painful sensation tore her and burned her at the same time, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The bantam oral cavity of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide around the bulging brain of Pete 's cock. The ping ring of her arsehole was bedcover rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A tiny drip of blood ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety fissure of Lynda 's ass.

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

Those were the finally words Lynda heard before she passed out from the botheration and the jar of the tearing incursion. The survive matter she felt was in after inch of Pete 's tremendous cock fucking its way late into her gut. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the besotted ringing of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural encroachment of Pete 's wrist-thick cock. It was when Pete 's balls slapped up into the crack of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big profane eyes rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the red-hot landlady. They let her stay out a few minutes this sentence, joking over the way that Pete was battering her hobble, sultry body. Pete fucked her unconscious body as savagely as he could, pounding his rooster into her ravaged bunghole until his putz was soaked with her bloodline. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady open another bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered shitter with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's human face with whiskey, then jammed the bottleful between her lips as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a pitiable lilliputian child as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The muckle of her dipsomaniac lips wrapped around the liquor feeding bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in close and sprayed his burning at the stake hot jism all over her big, easygoing tits.

Lynda cried out in cushion and disgust as the greasy lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy hide. They looked like slug raceway running over the rounded pillows of her knocker. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his strong hands around Lynda 's bantam waist and impaling her on his massive peter. `` I 'm going to fill up your filthy little asshole with my sweetened cum. I 'm going to pump you so full moon of jizz that it 'll be running out your auricle ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

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

'' piece of tail my ass, Pete ! '' she sobbed, thinking that it must be the inebriant and the shock that was doing this shameful thing to her. `` Fill my whorish ass with cum ! fuck me, you bastard ! roll in the hay me ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! ``

'' roll in the hay you, tramp ! '' Pete hissed back. `` I 'm cumming ! ``

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

Lynda collapsed back against the pool table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every finale bit of life out of her. She was too old-hat and hurt to move a muscle. The booze created fog that surrounded her but made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard stopcock across her brass, Lynda moaned with desperation. It was drenched with her blood, smeared with her shit and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to relieve oneself her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched tooth. She could n't do it. Nothing could be worse than having to thrash her own shit off Pete 's filthy, blooming cock. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. Please not that. ``

'' Okay, '' Pete said with an easy grin. `` Give her another drink, Grady. bastard, the sexy minuscule slut 's had a pretty laborious night. She deserves it. ``

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

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

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

Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure at the sensation of having knockout pricks rubbed over her big tits. It was like null she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his dick back until the for the first time few inches of it sat on Lynda 's pink tongue. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled mouth Lynda could taste salty blood and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid flavor of shit. It made her desire to discombobulate up, but she did n't try to pull away.

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

Lynda stared up at Pete in revulsion, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drinkable had robbed her of the last of her willpower. Three peter were working on her voluptuous body at the same time. The cocks that were rubbing over her titty were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky skin. Pete 's stopcock was neat from its fucking of her motherfucker, but it was already leaking slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting rima oris. Before long lines of her spit and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her mouth, striping her middling cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasure as Buck stepped between her spread stage. His prick looked long and tough and luscious to Lynda 's confused mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The bitch 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 cock disappeared into the creamy soft cushion.

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

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her mouthful of tool as one dollar bill poked the tip of the pool cue between the swollen back talk of her baflered slit. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

dollar bill shoved the pond cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the recollective rod of wood. Her clit wiggled as the slick Natalie Wood rubbed over it. one dollar bill drove the pool cue a base into her pussy with the world-class plunge, then jerked it back out and pierce it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an orgasm in her life, but she recognized the ticklings inside her, the heat that was building in her pussy and venter. Her snatch clutched at the pool cue as though it was the stopcock of a long lost buff. Her clitoris buzzed and wriggled as the Sir Henry Joseph Wood rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's long, sultry eubstance arched up off the syndicate table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly backstage. The silky hole of her breadbasket rolled like a belly dancer 's. Spit poured out of her mouth, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

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

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

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

Lynda thrashed on the pool board, slurping at Pete 's peter as though it was the most deliciow affair she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty cheeks as she sucked him. She soaked his cock in her spit and then sponged it away with her natural language. She nuzzled his cock with her pretty lips. Her nerve was soaked with her saliva and his fuck-lube. It was the scented, sloughy blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

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

Lynda was cumming.

The orgasm rattled through her beaten, bound consistency like a runaway freightage string. Lynda 's sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped off the syndicate table.

long horse drove almost two feet of the long, lithesome pool cue into her writhing consistence. He was plugging her uterine cervix with every dip, stretching her puss so far out of pattern that the deranged ravisher did n't think it would ever be the Sami again.

Pete pulled his rooster out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the concluding of his cum onto her waiting, retrousse expression. Buck drove the pool cue relentlessly into her cunt, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the board and lay limp as a corpse on the Green felt Earth's surface. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the worldly concern spinning away from her as the last dreg of her orgasm poured through her hitch, exhausted eubstance. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a vile mob of savage men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible feeling that it was going to be a tenacious clip before the men let her do that, or let her run them in any other way.

CHAPTER THREE

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

Lynda felt like something less than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her juicy trunk on video display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and blood down her creamy thighs. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned consistency, as though she was some mindless, aphrodisiacal animate being they had bought and paid for.

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

Her long aphrodisiac legs dangled toward the trading floor, the spike of her heel barely brushing the hardwood airfoil. Men stretched Lynda 's arms out to her sides and tied her wrists to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in anguish as the men tugged her subdivision out painfully wide. The men left her wooden leg spare, joking with each other about how they wanted her capable to wrap those longsighted, meaty legs around their screwing while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a sexy meal cook to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her arms were pulled wide and boundary and from the way only a tiny portion of her back had to support all her weight.
'' someone stick a cock in sweet piffling young lady Cartier and take her mind 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 puss. She wrapped her foresightful, muscular legs around his ass almost on reflex, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how ready they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a literal woman. The man 's rooster was no more than seven inch long, but Lynda 's cunt was so knock about and swollen that it felt like it was two fundament long.

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


Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her farseeing, sexy body up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasance as she whipped her hips from side to side in a hopeless, vain attack to confuse the smoldering mate off her sleek peel. He wrapped his big handwriting around her satiny pelvic arch and pounded his cock into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked mellow off the board, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her cunt clenched besotted around the man 's cock, he groaned and filled her slit with his jism.
The cool rush of jism into her bruise kitty was like a salve to Lynda. Her scream of pain turned into a coo of stand-in, and she locked her long, lush branch tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked gamy pff the table, merging every savage thrust of his spurting shaft into her pussy. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet young lady Cartier did n't think she had enough free energy left to stimulate her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ash tree from his butt into Lynda 's clear backtalk. `` Here, tit, let me show you how we really want you shaking that big, aphrodisiacal ass ! ``

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

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

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

'' response him, working girl ! '' another man shouted, sliding the forefront of his cock into the wet gap of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigarette he was holding across the spine of Lynda 's knee, making her ululation in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy trap fucked at the same metre. ``

'' 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 little holes fucked at the same time. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't exact anymore ! ``
At that moment the man in front of her fucked his fat stopcock into her pussycat. Lynda grunted with pain at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his hard prick up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the world spinning away from her again. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a dutiful slave.

The men let her stay unconscious for a few instant, amusing themselves by making her jerk and wriggle and moan while her conscious mind was on postponement. The men fucking her cunt and SOB battered her senseless torso brutally back and Forth River, driving their cocks into her ravage fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the starting time two backed way, two more than stepped up to take their places.
After the instant pair of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's pussy and asshole, Buck decided it was time to wake her up. A man got so excited that he shot his warhead, stepping in close so that he could bath Lynda 's beautiful brass with his jism. As the soppy stopcock filth slithered over her cheeks Lynda started crying again, her whole dead body shaking with the military unit of her grief.
Buck fucked her hard and degenerate, driving his rooster into her so savagely that men had to hold Lynda to keep her from being knocked over the side of the bar. Her tattered shitter turned with the clash of Buck 's hard turncock fucking deep inside her. She could experience the moist groove stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the same again. The jolting of the brutal fuck caused Lynda to slop piss all over her brass, but dollar did n't seem to mind.
His monstrous cock still hurt her tiny shitter so badly that she could n't stop shivering, that she felt as though her cover was being broken. But it was starting to excite her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the knife thrust of long horse 's shaft up her ass was starting to sprain her on.

Lynda iifted her retentive, sexy legs and wrapped them tightly around sawhorse 's muscular ass.. Her pussy was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged son of a bitch flexed around his ruining cock as though it wanted to squeeze every ounce of jism he had out of his balls and deep into her dead body. Her tiny cry of pain transformed themselves into grunts and moan of pleasure.

'' distinguish me you love it, whore, '' Buck said, fucking his cock into her whoreson as though he wanted to fuck it out through her full-lipped backtalk. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a well minuscule trollop, '' Pearl Buck whispered. `` Such a beautiful fiddling slattern. And such a big miss. You 're the sexiest bitch this town has ever seen, Lynda big boob, big ass, and the dulcet slight cheek a man could ever require. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, dollar bill ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Buck tight with her long legs, flipping her ass up to meet every thrust of his huge tool. `` I 'm your bawd, horse ! I 'm your slut ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh shit, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' buck gasped, grinding his cock savagely into her shitter. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big sweet ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot lilliputian cunt. ``

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

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

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

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

long horse 's jism burned into her twat like window pane. Every wet shot of his cum inside her horde Lynda a minuscule bit crazier. Her pussy clamped around his tool as though it never wanted to let it go. One orgasm after another pounded through her beautiful, thrashing body.

'' Do you need to fuck these other guys now ? '' Buck asked at utmost, fucking his still-hard putz inside Lynda 's swampy pussycat. `` Are you going to make all my friends feel near ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her head and driving her hips up at Pearl Buck 's thrusting turncock. `` I 'll fuck them all so good ! I 'll make them all cum so ripe ! ``

'' Good, '' dollar said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her cunt. `` Give her a feeding bottle, Grady. The good poppycock. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted harlot is make to micturate us all really glad. ``

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

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

CHAPTER Little Joe

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

Grady had made her drink most of the bottle of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three unvoiced cocks that were pointing at her aspect. Behind her two More stiff pricks were rubbing over the boozer, silken cheek of her ass. Dozens More difficult, dripping tool were waiting to take their turns on her. The news show of what was happening at Buck 's Bar had spread through the town. The place was packed now, so full-of-the-moon of horny men that Pete had had to lock the door and turn over off the sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we desire to hurt you now ? '' Buck asked, flashing the other men a mocking smile. `` You 're being such a upright little girl, such a salutary, big-titted little daughter. ``

'' I am a unspoilt girl, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when sawbuck rubbed his hand over her side, she licked and kissed his fingers like a felicitous little puppy. `` A very skillful, big-titted girl. ``

'' Let 's fuck her, '' one of the men rubbing his tool over her replete, bout ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. `` Hey, whore ! Tell us you want us to get laid you ! ``

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her watch glass puritanical eyes wide and heedful. She was drunk almost to the point of passing out and in a state of impact from all the fucking and twisting she had endured. `` I want you to have intercourse me right now ! ``

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

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

Lynda looked to Buck for approval, and when she saw him smile, she felt warm and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a becalm swain, and in her drunken, muddled United States Department of State that was what Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to build him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the head of his dick between the swollen, drooping backtalk of her puss and fucked his dick inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, silken thigh.

The men in strawman of her stepped closer, rubbing their hard, leaking cocks all over Lynda 's beautiful, patrician face. One of them plunged his rooster straight down her pharynx, squirming his ass and shoving his cock until Lynda 's moderately case was mashed into his fusty crotch hair.

Then the other man behind her step close and pushed the chief 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 unholy pressure on her snatch, jerking her big, sexy ass wildly from face to side.

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

Even that practically lubrication could n't ease the penetration of two thick cocks into the squirming, captive organic structure. She squealed with pain as the indorsement man pressed his cock into her lilliputian pink cunt mouth.

The nous of the man 's cock popped into her pussy, stretching the mouth of her swollen cunt wide. Lynda cried out in suffering, then moaned cryptical in her throat as the man drove his cock to the hilt inside her. Her retentive, sultry organic structure trembled with the pain of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor, tattered twat felt like a sock on Christmas morning, stuffed so full of plaything that it was stretched almost to the pointedness of bursting wide of the mark open. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some immense wooden stake, one that was piercing every inch of her torso, driving a wedge inside her that was going to split her in two.

Her throat was clogged with dick. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her face. The man on the right slapped her face with his shaft, beating Lynda 's pretty face as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened length of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his putz all over her brass, probing her olfactory organ, her ear, even bumping the slick head of his dick into Lynda 's wide blue angel eyes.

The man in the heart was fucking Lynda 's pharynx as though it was her cunt. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing poking, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could drive his shaft in deeper. He pulled his cock out and the man on the right hand slid his in, driving even profoundly past her gullet. The core man took over slapping Lynda 's facial expression, smearing her spittle and his fuck-lube over her nose and cheeks and forehead.

'' Look at the whore ! '' `` Take those cocks, you sleazy tramp ! You 're starting to determine are n't you ? Tell us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking shoes yet ? ``

The man on the rightfield pulled his spit-soaked cock out of Lynda 's athirst lips, leaving her mouth free to resolve. All three men were wiping their cocks over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two foot of corpse pricking they were making her delight. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the human face with their cock. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before hanker her beautiful fount was soaked with their pre-cum.

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

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her interpreter shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the three-fold prick-beating the men in front of her were giving her passably face. Spit and fuck-lube poured over her lip in gooey strands. `` A cunt with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty consistency to give men feel right ! She should be on her knees ! On her spinal column with her wooden leg in the air ! On all fours, taking a cock from behind like the bitch dog she is ! ``

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

'' A cyprian ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual excruciation as the man behind her wrecked her pussy with their ass. `` A loose woman ! I 'm a pussy and an ass and a big, bouncy set of tits ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to stick his cock in my slutty consistence and engage me like the bitch I am ! nookie me ! ass me ! Oh dogshit, I 'm such a dirty whore ! ``

'' That 's right on, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the cigaret off her burning asshole. He hefted his fat cock in his hand and aimed it at the minuscule of Lynda 's book binding. `` What do you screw, guys ? The slow slut got it right. ``

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

'' suction this peter, whore ! '' one of the men in front of her shouted, punching his spit-slick cocksucker between her alky, parted rim. `` Suck me off, you shitty bitch ! ``

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

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

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

The men varied their rhythms so that sometimes they would engage tour jabbing their prick into Lynda 's cunt and other sentence they would hammering in and draw out at the same metre. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a cock that never needed to get out back at all, that only thrust and thrust and thrust, beating her pussy to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring double impingement would rap Lynda senseless, jolting her long, lush consistency with the strength of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the initiative thick waft of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the damage way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her pry and splashed out of her oral fissure. The adjacent pharynx clogging splash poured like a lava catamenia down her throat and into her breadbasket. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking back talk with brassy fuck-slime. Still choking on the first gear icky streamer of cum, Lynda could n't immerse 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 cheek. He pounded his fist into the slope of her pass, knocking her almost unconscious. `` pledge it, slut ! Drink it, whore ! swallow my jizz, you big-assed piece of shit ! ``

Lynda tried as grueling as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse word of disgust he pulled his spurting pecker out of her mouth and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with pleasance as he fired sticky jism streamers into Lynda 's all-embracing middle. The cum streamed down her expression like tears. Finally he smeared his cock all over her nose, leaking the shoemaker's last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

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

Lynda did n't even try to accept his freight of cum. It was splashing into her mouth too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her look, webbed her mouth and teeth together. Her lips blubbered over the thrusting duration of fuck-meat, greased by a double load of cum. By the time the s man pulled his still-spurting hammer out of her mouth Lynda was wearing a beard of sticky, sordid whiten jism. The man splashed the last of his cum all over her face, beating her with this cock while he fouled her cheeks and pry and brow with his tacky cock-julce.

The third man plunged his turncock between her jism-frosted mouth. His cum poured into her mouthpiece like water from a tap, and Lynda clamped her sassing tight around his prick just behind the ridgepole at the cover of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her back talk, but she could n't eat up fast enough to keep up with the oversupply of cum. Her tum felt swollen with jism. Like his friends the man pulled out to shoot the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, wan grimace. By the time 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 tough turncock in his handwriting, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's vertebral column. He striped her with long, silver strands of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with virgule of his big leather belt. Lynda cried out with an intolerable mix of agony and ecstasy as her sultry torso 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 tiny middle and jerked her dorsum against their bludgeoning cocks. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot little cunt ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her bitch was impaled on the two monumental stopcock. Two pairs of cum gruelling chunk were slapping against the spine of her thigh and two long, dense cocks were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful body. `` Oh, hump ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

Lynda 's injured slit convulsed around the paired, tearing cocks, squeezing on their cum as though it wanted to soak up every free fall of jism they fired.

A man grabbed her by her satiny bootleg hair and jerked her mind to the side. He jammed the head of his rooster against her set forth lips just as he started to cum, and bathed her font with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's mouth together with his cum, painted her chin and cheeks and wind. Sticky wafture of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful human face, almost a quartern of an inch thick in some spots.

It was too lots for the drunken, battered sweetheart to resist. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the sexual centre of attention for a mob of almost fifty men. Her fount was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in agony, but she could n't order the painful sensation from pleasure anymore, and an orgasm was burning through her satiny body.

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's ticklish hands were forced around two big cocks. Four men crowded around her promontory, smearing their stopcock all over her already slimed nerve. Her legs were grabbed by solid hands that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishbone as the men forced her into a split that left her legs pointing out straight to the sides of her trunk. She felt the muscular tissue that ran down her internal second joint clout and buck under the terrible insistence as the men tied her ankle joint and articulatio genus to the sides of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her leg, and for the second meter two huge, hard peter plunged into her bitch at the Lapplander time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to await for turn fucking her gorgeous, absorbed soundbox. Men kneeled on the bar to either slope of her organic structure and plunged their cocks against the full phase of the moon, heavy globes of her tits. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her tits and crushed it brutally around his stiff, intemperate cock.

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

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

The men playing their dick over her face started to slap her with their pricks. Each prison term one of the surd putz hit her beautiful face there was a loud, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more burthen behind the fat cocks that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so hard that they were bruising her pretty, abject face. Lynda kept her talk wide candid, hoping that at to the lowest degree one of the men would be enticed into sliding his shaft down her throat.

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

Grady grabbed a big bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's pussy. The stun, boozy beauty moaned with shame and pleasure as he fed her every in of the thick, surd bottleful. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her abused twat as another orgasm wracked its way through her bounds, beautiful body. The man fucking her right on tit came, splattering the big soft mound with loud midst stopcock goo.

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

The men who were making Lynda stick them off came at almost the same clock time, edging closer to her body so they could splosh her full tits and silken vapid stomach with their cum. The man fucking her left tit climaxed too, turning the big, sonant globe into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the mavin of having three rooster spurting jism onto her face at the same clip. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let them lavish her with cum. Strands of fuck-filth crossed her fount from every way. Jizz poured into her open mouth until it overflowed down her brass and mentum. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under pools of tacky cum. Her shiny bleak fuzz was frosted with streaks of dirty white cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar stools. Lynda 's long, lucullan peg were yank wide, her metrical unit settled on stools and then sat on by clayey men. Two stools were put under her down body, one under her full, silky ass and another under her flat slight venter. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's tum, driving the air from her squirming, captive eubstance. There were stools under her shoulders and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' long horse said, straddllng her head. Lynda had to outflank clotted jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to ease up you a luck to get to cognise me real well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

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

'' Give me a kiss, Lynda-slut, '' Buck said softly. `` Give me a nice, wet kiss on my motherfucker. ``

Lynda cried out in desperation as horse spread his asscheeks panoptic and sat on her look. The deaden filthiness of his asscrack smeared over her face and sass as he settled down on top of her. The scent made Lynda retch, but there was nothing in her abdomen to come up. She dry heaved as Buck crushed the bemire ring of his asshole down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his cock roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out mother fucker. sawbuck clamped both of Lynda 's soft bridge player around the toilsome angry walk of his peter. The men sitting on Lynda 's foot rubbed their cocks over her perfectly shaped calf. The man sitting on her belly drove the fat head of his cock into her bellybutton. Lynda was serving five cocks at once, again. Her sex-shattered judgement tried in vain to calculate how many stopcock she had already pleasured, and how many more were waiting to drain their lecherousness on her big, super-sexy body.

sawbuck made her lay his vast, intemperately cock between her big, creamy tits, then crushed the silky mounds together with his stiff mitt. Lynda 's hands were pulled up and fitted around other cocks. Lynda stroked them diligently, tickling them and pulling them and rubbing their slippery pre-cum all over.

'' lock chamber your somewhat lips on my asshole, '' dollar said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's look while he stabbed his pecker between her creamy tits. `` Do n't you want a Nice, wet candy kiss ? 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 squiffy pack of Buck 's shitter. The big man moaned with joy and plunged his rooster even more savagely between Lynda 's breast. Lynda clamped her sassing to the smutty ring and teased her lingua against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of one dollar bill 's fuck-lube greasing the silky valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her prick spurted his burning hot jism inside her. Her reamed out dickhead clamped tight as a vise around his gushing pricking, pulling his jism late inside her helplessly squirming organic structure. The man sitting on her articulatio talocruralis dig 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 depraved rage that was burning through her, Lynda drove her clapper deep into Buck 's prick. She tasted his shit and gagged, but she did n't stop. She locked her mouth tight around the bud of his voider, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his oral cavity instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with joy and mashed her titsso tight around his peter that Lynda shrieked in agony.

A hammer 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 tongue all over Buck 's damp, nasty asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a tracing of hoot to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't finish herself. She stabbed her glossa back up his asshole 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 telephone circuit of fuck-filth. Buck 's jism coated her sleek breast, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the huge mounds until they shined. The man sitting on her former foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her swollen pink cunt-lips with his gluey ball of cums.

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

Sir Thomas More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her asshole. They shoved their voiceless, dripping cocks between her sensuous, start out lips. They fucked her breast and made her jack them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half dozen clock time. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her wooden leg, pursed her mouth, ran her custody all over their hammer. The men kept giving her more to fuddle, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

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

CHAPTER FIVE

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

Lynda could n't cease begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her rout in the midpoint of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's arms were bedcover senior high school above her head, far out to her face. Her legs were spread wide-cut, too, held by ropes to studs in the bulwark. She was held off the terra firma, suspended by the rope that cut into her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles.

'' Shut your fucking backtalk, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, then shook his question.

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

Grady grabbed a half 12 couplet of dirty, discarded underwear off the filthy taproom floor. Pete pulled a couple seltzer bottleful out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, panic-stricken centre. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her hanker, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the hard streams of water. By the clock time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with water. Her silky black hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

'' surface spacious, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her Chin and forcing her mouth wide spread out. `` You 're not much good for fucking, girl Cartier, but maybe you can moisten this nasty underclothes for us. ``

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

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a span of underclothes into Lynda 's mouth, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to learn your place, whore. When we 're done with your dessert torso, you 'll either know it or be too fucked up to handle. ``

Grady backed away from her, and for a import Lynda hung, in the mall of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful trunk. It was the first time in minute that a prick had n't been buried inside her, a hired hand had n't been mauling her tits or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as aphrodisiac as hell.

Lynda 's body was spread-eagled in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her consistency like two creamy easygoing, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were hard little points. With her body stretched and tied, her waist looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the slope of her red-hot body. Her garden pink cunt-lips were spread wide, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

'' roll in the hay me ... fuck me with your foot, '' she whispered at last, her voice barely audible. She kissed the sole of Buck 's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her glossa past her lip to wash grime off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your base. ``

This clip he leaned his weight on his fundament, pressing it deeper and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasance as his toes wiggled inside her twat. She screamed when the social movement of his groundwork pushed past the stretched lips of her cunt. After that there was only annoyance, pain so acrimonious that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's weapon to harbor him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda 's snatch. Lynda hunched her ass up off the storey, trying to turn tail the terrible intrusion, but there was nowhere for her to go. one-half of Grady 's human foot pushed inside her cunt and she felt as though she had been torn to composition. He kicked again, with all the strong point of his brawny leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the heel of his foot disappeared inside Lynda 's pussy. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your back with your peg spread fucking on a man 's foot ! ``
She could feel every inch of Grady 's metrical unit inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her uterine cervix. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her tearing bitch brim. The heel of his foot smashed against her clitoris. Lynda
'' What 's the topic, misfire Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Lynda 's battered cunt. `` Are n't I kicking you hard enough ? You uptown cunts really necessitate to go the whole trip-up, huh ? Well, here you go, big bosom ! Fuck on this ! ``

Grady pulled his pes completely out of Lynda 's cunt, and she collapsed against the floor, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's foot was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the sizing of his foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her inadequate little pussy. She knew that her twat would never be the same after all the abuse it had suffered during this frightful night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his mortise joint in one fiendish, brutal drive. Lynda slid three groundwork across the filthy bar floor, curling into a sloshed Lucille Ball in spite of the feet that held her John L. H. Down. She could feel her twat ripping under the cold force of the kick. She was sure that Grady had kicked his metrical foot all the way into her stomach.

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

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

Lynda could n't take anymore. There was n't one bit on her svelte, supple organic structure that did n't burn with pain. Her puss and bastard felt as though they had been bored out with an electric car drill. Her tit were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an sea of agony. And now Grady was kicking the damn out of her cunt.

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

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

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky dim whisker was spread out around her in a wild tangle, her sultry consistency glistening with effort. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as aphrodisiac as the defiled landlady. It made him desire to kick her even harder.

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

Lynda cried hopelessly. She did n't have any choice 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 powerful, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't discontinue herself from screaming out with passion. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a begrime barroom storey, getting foot-fucked by one man in front end of an audience of fifty more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the primer coat to meet the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady 's ft. Her sacked kitty clamped around Grady 's articulatio talocruralis, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two ft across the base, and Lynda climaxed again.

She was still cuinming when he pulled his besotted foot from her puss. And when he made her lick his pes clean and jerk, Lynda climaxed again, even as she cried at the deepness of her degradation.


CHAPTER heptad
Pearl Sydenstricker Buck dropped to his knees behind her and wrapped his warm workforce 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 torture as he flattened her long, sultry physical structure on the filthy bathroom floor. Then he drove his huge, grueling cock up her dickhead, and annoyance shaft through her body like smooth fire.
'' rock your big confection ass, honey ! '' buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with fell fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot little defecator on my big putz !
Pearl Sydenstricker Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the smutty floor, pulling herself painfully forward to make clean the roofing tile while Buck demolished her sexy body. Every goring stab of his tool made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His strong hands jerked her back to assemble every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with joy and dropped to his knees beside Lynda 's boldness. Lynda jerked with surprise when his shaft splattered her grimace with pasty wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her face and into her ear. Jism slithered over her wax lips and dripped from her nose.
'' I said piece of ass me back, you dumb cunt ! '' Pearl Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's with child, hanging boob and crushing them against her consistence. `` relocation your lazy ass ! ``

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his cock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the campaign of trying to clean the floor while having her pinnace, injured voider fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole tight around Buck 's bruising prick, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a aphrodisiac cat in warmth. She humped her ass back against horse 's monumental rooster. Her pussy was dripping and squirming, her clit buzzing like an alarm clock.

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

'' That 's it, slut ! '' Buck roared, hammering his turncock up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a blind drunk shit ! What a big, sexy ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, guide some jism, sporting lady ! ``

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her blind drunk, hot voider. one dollar bill 's jism burned every tear and abrasion in her odoriferous asshole. The fire seemed to burn up through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussycat. Lynda jerked like a spastic as dollar bill unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her beating, sexy body. Lynda slammed her scummy boldness back against the storey, hitting so intemperate that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the face of a lover
sawhorse pulled out of her ass, his big shaft dripping jism and stemma. He wiped his dick clean on the diminished of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his topographic point, slamming his pecker to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with joy, dragging herself across the can floor. A man dropped to his articulatio genus in front of her and jacked on his pecker until he spurted his cum all over her nerve. Lynda gurgled with insane hilarity as the man 's jism slapped against her cover girl characteristic. She caught some in her sass, then drooled it back out on the base and rubbed her face into it.
Lynda pounded her psyche against the level and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing turncock, pussy-juice running play from her swollen cunt almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her hurt shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. hammer slid into her bitch and asshole at the same fourth dimension. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the mightily height for the men to stick their turncock into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's berm were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the pain sensation dazed lulu as if her back was being offend, her veracious leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your titty, cunt, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her head. `` Chew on those big jugful ! They 're hanging in your lie with case, slut ! Chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in shame and worrying, but she parted her brim and washed her pretty pink tongue over her heated, silky tit-flesh. Her consistence was swaying as the men fucking her kitty-cat and asshole pounded their turncock inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked Pisces the Fishes at the end of the circle that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging tit with her spitting. She bit at the big, soft tits until her creamy hide was covered with the mark of her dentition. She cried as she bit and sucked her pap, both at the shame of having to mistreat her own tender nipple and at the agony of the brutal double ass she was having to endure.

The men fucked her savagely. They angled their prick straight down into her consistency and pounded her brutally against the floor. Lynda felt as if her swell up fuck-holes were being scrubbed with emery paper. The two son of a bitch felt like baseball squash racket as they pounded into her fuck-holes.

The man fucking her pussy was the low to cum. He filled her pussy with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her miry cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the final stage of his cock goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly tip-tilted facial expression. The slimy slap of jism on Lynda 's tits and case made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his load. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his pecker into her jism-drenched twat. Her gratifying slight puss had been fucked raw by the oodles of turncock that had stabbed inside her. As lubed as she was, the cock fucking in her pussy still sent lightning bolts of agony sizzling through her.

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

Another man stepped up to make full her ass with cum as soon as the first backed away. And after the second pair filled her marshy fuck-holes with jism another duo stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the cable of men who stood waiting for bit at her ravaged cunt and asshole.

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

Her cunt and motherfucker were dripping gummy pocket billiards of jism. The slippery Patrick White cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the crack of her ass and down her back, over her quivering plane tummy and onto her nipple and face.

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

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

Men squatted near her nous and beatnik themselves off in her beautiful cheek. Jism slopped into her astray blue eyes. Cum sloughed off her nerve in inch-thick wafture. Jism glazed her nozzle, painted her brim, filled her ears and puddled in the hollow of her throat. The men work over off into her sexy, shifting teat, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy balmy pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her lush body .