baRMAID IN slavery by Blake Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should consume never come down here, '' clam whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the wall with his big, muscular consistency. He ran his big hands over her slender pharynx, unsubtle shoulders and satiny subdivision. `` The bozo who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around town for years. I do n't think there 's a thing in the world any of them would care more than to jazz you right into the dirt. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up cunt, but you do n't fucking give me orders. ``

'' No ! '' Lynda screamed, driving her knee into Buck 's fork and lacrimation at his fount with her piercing nails. She ran past him through the sinister bar, telling herself that she would have him evicted, maybe even in jail, by the end of the day.

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

'' Let me go, you bastards ! '' Lynda shrieked, struggling desperately in thefr grasp. rafts of early men were headed in her charge, drinks in their men, lust and hate in their eyes. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' strip the bitch ! '' dollar shouted, wiping a ghost of blood from his cheek. `` strip show her naked and beat the poop out of her ! I think it 's prison term for this snooty trollop to learn what the fuck she 's upright for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to function us in any way she can. ``

Buck ran the roughest, chintzy 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 ranking attitude and slow living, who did n't lust for her because of her sexy body and beautiful face. A sunshine went up at dollar bill 's discussion, and brutally solid hands gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big cunt, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's full, steadfast tits through the satiny orange material of her clinging dress. `` And fucking skinny ! About the only meat on her is these jumbo tits ! ``

'' crap ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the full, flesh out boldness of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so hard that the sexy youth landlady moaned in hurting. `` ascertain out her ass and legs ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this cunt naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her clothes to call down in a matter of seconds, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's luscious trunk while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rough Mexican valium around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in jounce, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the tag of her garb together to cover her sonsy body.

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

It was the the true. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in Town. She had a perfect grimace, with wide-eyed, startling Amytal eyes, full, red lips, a strong jaw and high up zygomatic bone. Her hair was peddle black and lustrous, and it splashed past her shoulder in a silken spill. But her body was even more especial than her face.

Lynda was a magniloquent charwoman, standing almost six foot even without the heels she was wearing. Her articulatio humeri were broad and aphrodisiac. They had to be wide to support her tits. Lynda 's tits were big, truehearted mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so bout and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her nipples were consummate, gloomy Robert Brown capitulum that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely diminished. But her hips flowed out generously, full and flabby and inviting. And her legs were toppingly, her second joint souse and creamy, her calf delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The sole job Buck could see was that some stupe motherfucker had forgotten to narrate her.

It was an error he intended to chastise. `` No ! '' Lynda gasped as dollar 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 rim over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet insistence of Buck 's mouth to hers. She jerked her head wildly from one face to the early. He just undercoat his lip against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouthpiece against Lynda 's, his hands were roaming all over her eubstance. He pinched her ass and squeezed her nipple and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

Lynda got one hand justify 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 silky pitch-dark pilus. Then it was his back talk plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fists, and when one of her biff caught him on his 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 gripe ! '' the man growled, and used his grip on her tit to send her sprawling away from him.

Lynda covered her tits with her hands as she stumbled across the floor on her high blackguard. Grady wrapped her in his sleeve and struck at her elegant, creamy throat like some variety of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy flesh. Grady squeezed her around the midsection, driving the air and the competitiveness from her trunk. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then repulse his fist brutally into the pit of her stomach. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her oral sex up and blanketed her sass with his, she could n't keep back her mouth shut. In an instant his vile tongue was probing late inside her helpless mouth. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her sleeve behind her back.

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too previous to defend. There was a big man holding each of her weapons system, twisting them tightly behind her back while a one-third hulking monster tied her wrist with the annoy remnants of her own apparel. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the dress circle, Lynda did n't even possess her hands free to shin or let on her fall.

The men tossed her back and Forth, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she was n't for sure what was happening. The men all looked the same, whooping and laughing and looking at her with hatred and lecherousness. They did the same things to her, mauling her big pap and full moon ass, squirming their backtalk against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her mouth, even hitting her with short, chopping punches to her tits, stomach and back.

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

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

Pete laughed wildly, then spew right in Lynda 's face. His spit splattered between Lynda 's eye and trickled down both sides of her nose. He levered her jaws open and spittle again, this time filling her rima oris with his spit. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with expectoration. There were a duad dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to patter on her. Pete jerked her head first in one focal point and then the other, using her beautiful face for a target. A dozen different men hocked their spit into Lynda 's open oral fissure. The spit of the relief rolled down her consummate feature of speech in gluey streams.

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

Pete forced her to eat up the pooled spit of at least a dozen men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the collected drool poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his mouth over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and humiliation as Pete raped her oral cavity with his clapper. He grabbed her souse asscheeks and propagate them wide, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her slit and the tight pore of her asshole. Within an instant the men were attacking her sensitive picayune fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's puss, making her cry out in botheration. Her pussy was as slopped as a girdle and as dry as a desert. The man 's finger tore into her like a jaggy wooden sliver. A moment later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long fingerbreadth fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The pain was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sensitive little asshole.

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

Men were pinching her lush thighs and good, one shot asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and breadbasket and weapon system. scads of hands swarmed over her huge, orotund tits, pinchlng and pulling and whirl and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda 's puss and SOB. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her pretty pinko pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his sass off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her olfactory organ, buttock, chin, even her eyes and forehead with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange lip clamped over hers, a strange knife slurping all the way to the back of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both side of her longsighted, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in bother. Tongues probed her ears and traced the fine line of her jaw.

'' illegitimate child ! '' she screamed, in the instant of breath she had between one man breaking off his rape of her lip and the next clamping his brim over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll charter men to get you all ! I 'll have them cut your cocks off ! ``

'' You stupid cunt, '' Buck said, grabbing her by her slender arms and lifting her off her feet. `` Who said you were ever going to get the luck ? ``

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

Lynda hit the wall, unable to poise herself with her hands tied behind her back. She wobbled on her dog as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their potent fingers into her arm and nipple. One man wrapped his big men around her narrow shank. 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 fourth prison term Lynda was barely conscious. Her head was rolling on her berm. Her mouth hung liniply open, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick face. The few scraps of habiliment that still clung to her shoulders and waist fluttered the likes of flag as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of blood from her longsighted, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the great deal of the sexy, snot-nosed landlady stripped defenseless and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, cognisant of nil now except botheration and awe. `` layover ! Please hold on ! Oh, delight stop hurting me ! ``

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

By the clip they dumped her on the tabular array Lynda felt as though every bone in her lush, sultry consistence had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and realized she was completely at the mercifulness of dollar and his rough customers.

'' Now you 're going to learn a deterrent example, you lousy cunt ! '' Buck snarled, ripping off his belt. He dropped his knickers, and Lynda cried out in stark terror at what she saw. `` You 're going to see your place, hussy ! And hear what you 're fucking good for, too ! ``

dollar 's hammer was stocky than Lynda 's radiocarpal joint and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping head was at least as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her wholly life, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, could n't behave the sight of the monstrous cock Buck was waving in her direction. Even the threat of his big leather belt, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was zilch compared to the arm that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.

'' No, please, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a small, desperate vocalism. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, Buck, oh please, please, please ! I could n't place upright it ! I could n't digest it ! ``

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

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

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nix but lust and cruelty in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool table, stripped naked, her manus tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the banging she 'd taken and in a state of near blow from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her long, pleasant-tasting body.

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

'' Did you say please hump me, Buck ? '' Pearl Buck asked, bringing the belt lashing down into her titmouse again. The big, perfect cumulation bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest with the wallop of the blast. `` Maybe you 'd ameliorate say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd better state me just how very much you 'd wish my big hard prick fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole. ``

The pain was unbelievable. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to spite so bad. Her sleek, big-titted body squirmed against the green top of the kitty table, immersed in an torment that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her cutis that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't keep back her outcry of torture from tumbling past her set out brim. She could n't break more rent from sliding down her beautiful, sick cheeks. But she swore to herself, with every snow leopard of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg one dollar bill to stick his huge, despicable cock into her.

Then Buck stepped between her pegleg and slapped his huge cock against the brim of her tight, dry pussy, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll dilute, girl Cartier, '' long horse said in a mocking tone, then slotted the huge head of his rooster against the cockeyed tap lips of her cunt. `` You should have been getting these for years, bitch. But I guess you 'll name up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Buck started to promote his massive shaft against the lilliputian mouth of her cunt. `` Slow, please slow, delight decelerate ! ``

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

The sass of Lynda 's pussy paste wide-eyed against the advance of Buck 's gigantic pricking. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the tiny mouth, her pussy-lips were disseminate rubberband tight.

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

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were fan out wide around the cold cinch of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's long cock. Tiny trickles of rake ran from the smudge where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick celestial pole. The blood greased Buck 's prick, making it well-heeled for him to slide the balance of his cock inside her.

There was zero in the human race that could have made the brutal Brassica napus any easygoing for Lynda.

Lynda could n't string a breath as Buck slid his monstrous turncock deep inside her pussycat. She could find the tiny pocket of her bitch stretching in a hopeless attempt to accept the fat, twelve-inch prick Pearl Buck was fucking inside her.

Every flock in her tiny bitch straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of dollar bill 's prick were still outside her cunt when the bruising head pounded against her cervix. `` beef ! '' he hissed down into her face, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to deal it all, whore ! You 're going to take very fucking inch even if it kills you ! ``

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

Lynda slammed her pass against the table, the pain in her cunt so intense that it seemed to fill every nerve in her body. Two more column inch of Pearl Buck 's cock slid inside her this time. Lynda could finger something deep inside her rip, and when Buck leaned his system of weights forward the last two column inch pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the slap of vaulting horse 's heavy orchis 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 nipple and wringing it as though it were a big parasite. `` You'retakinga foot of cock up your foul little cunt ! ``

'' gripe ! '' dollar bill gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's huge, creamy teat in his hands and crushing them flat against her sleek, sexy soundbox. `` piece of ass me back now, Lynda -- whore ! Squeeze your pussy on my cock ! Shake your big, aphrodisiacal ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

buck closed his fists into claws on her satiny bosom, then yanked the sarcoid agglomerate to the position with such force that Lynda was for certain he was tearing them from her body. Her firm ass shot up off the mesa, and her savage pussy clamped fast around sawhorse 's cock.

It was staring self-preservation that moved the sexy, captive landlady. tear poured down her pretty human face as she fucked back against Buck 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck pounded Lynda with his cock, flattening her against the pool board with every brutal drive. He swung his ass from English to side, spearing her wounded kitty first from one angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful side going pale. She could n't consider the horrible rape of her consistence that was taking property, or that she had begged Buck to fuck her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, snatch ! '' clam growled, squeezing her full, round tits until her creamy flesh bulged out between his fingerbreadth. `` Such a tight petty snatch ! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda ! stir it real good ! ``

vaulting horse 's prick was soaked with Lynda 's blood as he stabbed it back and forth through the torn mouth of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the pool table, shivering at the lightening bolt of lightning of annoyance that shot through her cunt with every jab of long horse 's cock. Her big blue heart rolled and a single, shimmering strand of spit drooled from the quoin of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the woman of the street up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's long, boozer body went limp beneath him.

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

Grady opened a nursing bottle of gimcrack whiskey and poured it all over Lynda 's grimace. She choked on the hard liquor, snorting on what flowed up her horn in and blinking her eyes against its stinging wash.

Several men ducked down to lick and absorb at the alcohol. Lynda trembled with revulsion as their tongue 's washed over her face and their lip slurped over her diffused skin.

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

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

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

Lynda cried at the depth of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the assault of her own body. Her pussy had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too minuscule, far too late. Every lachrymation slicing ot Buck 's massive cock felt like a killing twinge from a razor-sharp knife.

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

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her phonation hollow, her eyes glazed. Buck 's tongue lapped into her eye, played over her lips, every poked into her capitulum and anterior naris. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something dread was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn on the attender nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more vivid, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as joy, wrung from her unwilling cunt by the unbearable friction of Buck 's immense prick on her sensitive button. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasure in the centre of this brutal ravishment almost unhinged the lovely landlady 's mind.

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

The stupefied beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. Buck dropped his head to her broad, round nipple and chewed on her tit 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 Buck sank his strong fingers into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his cock and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming body and hammering his monolithic turncock into her with purulent shattering force. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to cave in your pussy a fucking cock-cream exhibitor ! ``

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

'' No, buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with spacious, frightened oculus. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't frivol away your material in my pussy ! Oh, delight ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' dollar bill shouted cruelly, skewering her lacerated pussy as his cock spurted jism. `` Maybe we can shit a screw baby slattern to carry on the family tradition ! ``

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

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' Buck said as if he 'd read her mind while he shot the net of his jism into her contaminate niggling cunt. `` You 're my bit of ass now, Lynda. Of line, there 's a lot Sir Thomas More dogs in this kennel. ``

Lynda wept in shame and debasement at clam 's mocking lyric. When he pulled his prick from her slit as she saw it soaked with her pedigree, she cried in terror. He had ripped her spacious give with his massive cock.

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

'' Take a look, '' long horse said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda 's foreland. Drops of roue and strands of sticky fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's face. `` Looks good, does n't it ? commodity enough to eat. Lick my cock, Lynda. Lick it clean of all your tight pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her endearing lineament with stemma, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as vaulting horse rubbed the foul mix of sex slime onto her nerve, nose and os frontale. He ran his dirty rooster over her sassing until she wore a coat of sticky red lipstick.

It took every apothecaries' ounce of willpower Lynda possessed to open her backtalk and stick out her knife. Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy cock all over the dainty garden pink lapper.

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and shame as horse wiped his filthy peter clean and jerk on her passably tongue. The gustatory perception was so foul that she could n't keep from gagging. `` Nh-ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, please ! Ugh ! ``

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

Lynda could n't answer Grady with sawbuck wiping his cock clean on her clapper, but she stared up at him with her big, blue optic, a miserabie verbalism on her gorgeous human face. Grady was so turned on by the aphrodisiacal landlady 's suffering that he decided to add a little to it. With a snap of his wrist and a straightaway, brute jab of his hip joint, he buried his whole foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

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

'' You had your hazard for slow and you fucking tout it, '' vaulting horse said, wiping her tongue with his stopcock one in conclusion time, then drying it in her silky black tomentum. `` The just affair that 's going to help you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's good tits in his big manpower, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his brutally pistoning bastard. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big bluish eyes empty with electric shock, her mouth hanging slack. Her long, lush eubstance jerked with spasm as Grady 's hammer pounded her into the pond table. She twisted and writhed on the William Green felt of the pool board, her sensual, thrashing body trembling with botheration and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with joy at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting body was dancing around on his hard prick.
Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the board to fit Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hips from face to side, wringing the big pricking with her hot pussy. She worked her cunt on his cock like a velvet gloved mitt, trying to neglect the torment that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his firm handwriting around Lynda 's souse hips and jerking her dorsum and Forth on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, misfire Cartier. I 'm going to pluck your pussycat with some working-class jizz ! ``

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

'' A lot of times, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, backbreaking cock. `` So many prison term that by the clip we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey mound of jism. ``
She could also experience the firehose splash of Grady 's gimcrack cock-slime in her battered little cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate line of fire, and as it soaked into her pussy pulp its heat seemed to fill every column inch of her long, dipsomaniac dead body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her cunt stayed spitted on Grady 's foot long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a Nice, cheap ass, miss Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her cunt and squeezing out the last of his cum onto her silken cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't know better would think you were cypher but a sexy whore down here to film on the guy rope for a one hundred Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. ``

'' Please, no more ! '' Lynda sobbed. Every column inch of her sensual, sultry consistency burned with pain. Her bitch felt like so a lot raw beefburger. `` I ca n't anymore ! It hurts too bad ! ``

'' open up your back talk, girl Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the side of meat of the table.

Pete took his post between the sprawl beauty 's outstretched wooden leg. `` I want to devote you a big wet kiss. To thank you for being such a sweet small piece of music of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her dampish lips as soon as Grady told her to, broken to the fact that she had to obey whatever order Buck and his mob of customers gave her. A bit later Grady pushed the fat, muddy headway of his cock right into her unresolved mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her shout were blocked by the Brobdingnagian roll of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her throat. She gagged at the taste sensation of bloodline, pussy-cream, and the cum of two different men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to buck her head away, but Grady had already impaled her typeface on four inches of jaw-breaking cock.

'' Swallow it, whore ! '' a man shouted, grabbing Lynda 's to the full right field tit and wringing it like a damp washcloth.

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

Lynda did n't take any choice. Her backtalk were spread so astray around Grady 's monolithic cock that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't think they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized headland of Grady 's cock was boastful than Lynda 's bantam pharynx. When he jammed it against her esophagus, Lynda could n't breathe at all.

Grady did n't wish. Lynda 's throat stretched wide, and then something in the cushy, 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 immense girth of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to black out. She could n't draw a breath around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's monolithic cock. She was in so much annoyance that she would sustain welcomed a opportunity to pass out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just heat her back up again. An instant later her hurting became infinitely spoiled, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his cock up her Virgo asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks blanket and pushing his huge cock against the diminutive pore of her shitter. `` You 've got such a big sugariness ass that I just could n't jib sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry body froze on the pool mesa. She arched her ass high above the green felt, every well toned brawn in her acrobatic frame tensing hard as steel cable. The pressing of Pete 's huge hammer against her diminutive motherfucker injury forged than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his clean dick out of Lynda 's sassing, slapping her across the span of her nose a duo times before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and disbelief. His cock was so huge. And she had never imagined having a prick of any size fucked into her bantam, stamp asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful font going white as Pete 's monumental cock-head pushed against the plastered outer ring of musculus that protected her tiny shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

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

Lynda could n't stop fighting him. The muscles that ringed her bastard locked tighter than they ever had before, trying desperately to kibosh the transit of Pete 's pecker inside her. The strain of holding his turncock out made her break into a clammy sweat. It caused her to thrill uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the Lapp time.

Men grabbed her full, creamy asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. other men grabbed her around her shank, by her berm and tits and arms and leg. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her tiny asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a flyspeck, weaken vocalization. The out ring of muscleman that protected her shitter was tiring. She knew it was going to move over way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

The nous of Pete 's shaft slipped into her asshole.

There was a flashy pop. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then take up tight again as they stretched as all-encompassing as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete 's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't draw a breath with the massive formal of flesh buried inside her cocksucker. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen substantial men. The botheration tore her and burned her at the Lapplander time, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny lip of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely extensive around the bulging promontory of Pete 's cock. The pink mob of her arsehole was spread rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A tiny dribble of blood ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crevice of Lynda 's ass.

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

Those were the last words Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain and the cushion of the tearing incursion. The last thing she felt was inch after inch of Pete 's enormous pecker fucking its way cryptic into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the tight rings of muscularity pulled loose by the unnatural encroachment of Pete 's wrist-thick bastard. It was when Pete 's balls slapped up into the crack cocaine of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big grim centre rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the luscious landlady. They let her remain out a few moment this time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her limp, sultry organic structure. Pete fucked her unconscious body as savagely as he could, pounding his stopcock into her pillaged whoreson until his cock was soaked with her blood. When Pete was almost set to cum, he had Grady give another bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered defecator with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's cheek with whiskey, then jammed the bottleful between her lips as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a low-down little babe as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her oral fissure. The sight of her lush lips wrapped around the liquor feeding bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in closing curtain and sprayed his burning hot jism all over her big, soft tits.

Lynda cried out in shock and disgust as the greasy lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy tegument. They looked like lick tracks running over the labialize pillows of her boob. `` Here it comes, woman of the street ! '' Pete screamed, locking his inviolable hands around Lynda 's tiny waist and impaling her on his monolithic putz. `` I 'm going to sate up your dirty slight shit with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your ear ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't understand what was happening to her. Her asshole had been torn to ribbons. The pain in the ass from the bestial ass-rape was running all the way up into her berm, all the way down her foresightful, alcoholic leg. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every riotous mode possible.

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

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

Lynda screamed in agony as Pete flushed her ravaged shit-chute with his burning jism. One gooey streamer after another spirt deep inside her. It felt to Lynda as though she was receiving a jism clyster. Pete filled her reamed out asshole with his gluey cum, then pulled his prick out of her shitter and dribbled the final stage of his jism all over the silky backs of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the pool mesa as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every live bit of life out of her. She was too tired and hurt to move a muscle. The booze created fog that surrounded her only made thing worse. When Pete laid his still-hard cock across her expression, Lynda moaned with desperation. It was drenched with her lineage, smeared with her dickhead and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to make her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched tooth. She could n't do it. Nothing could be worse than having to work out her own SOB off Pete 's filthy, bloody turncock. `` 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. `` contribute her another drink, Grady. Shit, the aphrodisiac little slovenly woman 's had a pretty heavily night. She deserves it. ``

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

Lynda gagged. Her big, sexy body shook with her retching. Pete 's stopcock stretched her brim 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 prick was still trapped between her lips and fed it to her again.

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

Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure at the mavin of having heavy pricks rubbed over her big nipple. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his rooster back until the first few inches of it sat on Lynda 's pink tongue. He swished it back and off inside her spit-filled sassing Lynda could taste salty lineage and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid flavor of shit. It made her want to throw up, but she did n't try to perpetrate away.

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

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her crapulence had robbed her of the finally of her self-control. Three turncock were working on her voluptuous body at the same meter. The pecker that were rubbing over her titty were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky skin. Pete 's cock was clean house from its ass of her arse, but it was already leaking slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before long lines of her spit and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the turning point of her lips, striping her moderately cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with joy as Buck stepped between her spread wooden leg. His rooster looked prospicient and hard and luscious to Lynda 's broken mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

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

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' clam said, pulling a pool cue off the wall. `` I 'm going to bed you, Lynda. I 'm going to have a go at it you real good. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her mouthful of putz as Buck poked the tip of the pool cue between the swollen sass of her baflered twat. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Buck shoved the pool cue trench inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the long rod of wood. Her clit wiggled as the slick magazine Ellen Price Wood rubbed over it. Buck drove the pool cue a foot into her slit with the initiatory plunge, then jerked it back out and hurtle it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an orgasm in her life, but she recognized the ticklings inside her, the hotness that was building in her snatch and abdomen. Her cunt clutched at the pool cue as though it was the cock of a farseeing lost lover. Her clitoris buzzed and wriggled as the Wood rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's long, sultry body arched up off the syndicate table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chew oral cavity. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly backstage. The silken hollow of her stomach rolled like a belly dancer 's. Spit poured out of her back talk, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

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

One of the men fucking her nipple moaned and started slopping his jism all over her chest. A moment later the other man was cumming too. Lynda wailed with passion as jism poured all over her shifting, creamy mamilla. 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 knocker with their jism. Gooey lines of cum splattered everywhere, striping Lynda 's complete tits and soaking into her silky skin.

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

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

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

Lynda was cumming.

The climax rattled through her beaten, bound body like a walkaway shipment railroad train. Lynda 's sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped off the pool table.

Buck drove almost two substructure of the long, slender pool cue into her writhing eubstance. He was plugging her neck with every dip, stretching her slit so far out of shape that the deranged knockout did n't think it would ever be the same again.

Pete pulled his hammer out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the last of his cum onto her waiting, upturned face. Buck drove the puddle cue relentlessly into her cunt, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the table and lay hobble as a corpse on the cat valium felt aerofoil. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the humans spinning away from her as the final stage dregs of her coming poured through her hitch, exhausted trunk. 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 abominable feeling that it was going to be a prospicient time before the men let her do that, or let her escape them in any early way.

CHAPTER THREE

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

Lynda felt like something less than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her luscious organic structure on presentation for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and blood down her creamy thigh. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned eubstance, as though she was some mindless, aphrodisiacal creature 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 same way she had been thrown on the syndicate board earlier. This sentence, though, her head was hanging off one side of the bar and her ass was hanging off the other.

Her long sexy pegleg dangled toward the floor, the stiletto heel of her heels barely brushing the hardwood Earth's surface. Men stretched Lynda 's coat of arms out to her face and tied her wrists to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in pain as the men tugged her weapon system out painfully wide. The men left her stage spare, joking with each other about how they wanted her able-bodied to wrap those longsighted, meaty legs around their asses while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a sexy meal set up to be devoured. She cried out in nuisance, both from the way her arms were pulled wide and bounce and from the way only a tiny portion of her cover had to support all her weight.
'' individual stick a cock in sugared little misfire Cartier and contract her nous off what we 're going to do to her. ``

Lynda grunted with botheration as a big man with a lot of missing tooth stuffed his cock into her cunt. She wrapped her foresightful, muscular legs around his ass almost on reflex, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how speedy they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a veridical cleaning woman. The man 's pecker was no more than seven inches long, but Lynda 's bitch was so battered and swollen that it felt like it was two foundation long.

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


Lynda shrieked in excruciation, arching her long, sexy eubstance up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with delight as she whipped her articulatio coxae from position to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to throw the smoldering mate off her silky peel. He wrapped his big hands around her sleek hips and pounded his cock into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her cunt clenched tight around the man 's turncock, he groaned and filled her bitch with his jism.
The cool rush of jism into her injured snatch was like a unction to Lynda. Her thigh-slapper of pain turned into a coo of rilievo, and she locked her long, lucullan legs tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high pff the board, group meeting every barbarian jabbing of his spurting prick into her pussy. Their trunk made wet, sweaty slapping speech sound as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet Miss Jacques Cartier did n't recall she had plenty muscularity left to escape from her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ashes from his cigarette into Lynda 's out-of-doors mouth. `` Here, tits, let me show you how we really want you shaking that big, aphrodisiac ass ! ``

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

'' Please, please, please ! '' Lynda shrieked, thrashing around on the bar as though she was suffering some form of fit. `` Anything ! I 'll do anything ! I 'll cave in 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 puff up knock lips of Lynda 's slit. `` I 'll bet you 've never had shaft stuffed in both your dirty holes at the Lapp prison term, have you ? ``

'' Answer him, sporting lady ! '' another man shouted, sliding the head of his peter into the tight scissure of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigaret he was holding across the spine of Lynda 's articulatio genus, making her howling in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the same time. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her part shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the vertebral column of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy little holes fucked at the same meter. Oh please, no, delight, no ! I ca n't take anymore ! ``
At that moment the man in front of her fucked his fat cock into her pussycat. Lynda grunted with hurting at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his backbreaking cock up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the world spinning away from her again. The cobbler's last affair she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a dutiful slave.

The men let her stay put unconscious for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her dork and wiggle and moan while her conscious mind was on cargo deck. The men fucking her cunt and whoreson battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their shaft into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first-class honours degree two back up way, two Sir Thomas More stepped up to use up their places.
After the second duo of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's snatch and bastard, Buck decided it was sentence to arouse her up. A man got so excited that he shot his lading, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful face with his jism. As the kitschy peter smut slithered over her cheeks Lynda started crying again, her whole body shaking with the force-out of her grief.
Buck fucked her severe and profligate, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to hold Lynda to keep her from being knocked over the side of the bar. Her tatterdemalion voider turned with the friction of sawhorse 's severely peter fucking trench inside her. She could feel the moist channel stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the Saame again. The jolting of the brute fuck caused Lynda to talk piss all over her face, but Buck did n't appear to mind.
His monstrous cock still hurt her tiny defecator so badly that she could n't stop chill, that she felt as though her spinal column was being broken. But it was starting to sex her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the twinge of Buck 's cock up her ass was starting to turn her on.

Lynda iifted her long, aphrodisiacal pegleg and wrapped them tightly around Buck 's sinewy ass.. Her kitty-cat was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged asshole flexed around his ruining rooster as though it wanted to squeeze every snow leopard of jism he had out of his balls and deep into her body. Her lilliputian call of pain transformed themselves into oink and moans of pleasure.

'' Tell me you love it, whore, '' sawbuck said, fucking his turncock into her shit as though he wanted to fuck it out through her full-lipped mouth. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a good lilliputian adulteress, '' horse whispered. `` Such a beautiful little slut. And such a big girl. You 're the sexiest bitch this town has ever seen, Lynda big tits, big ass, and the sweetest piffling fount a man could ever want. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Buck tight with her hanker legs, flipping her ass up to come across every thrust of his huge cock. `` I 'm your fancy woman, Pearl Buck ! I 'm your slovenly woman ! You 're going to stimulate me cum ! Oh shit, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

Lynda cried with disappointment when dollar bill yanked his tool from her cocksucker. She shrieked with disco biscuit when he buried it to the hilt in her cunt. Her climax hit her like a pelt along truck. She went into convulsions, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her tits, tearing and twisting at the big, silky mounds until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big optic glazed, spit out drooling from the corner of her mouth. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, vaulting horse ! Oh, Buck ! ass me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Do you want to fuck these other cat now ? '' dollar bill asked at stopping point, fucking his still-hard cock inside Lynda 's boggy kitty-cat. `` Are you going to induce all my friends feel skilful ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her brain and driving her hip joint up at horse 's thrusting cock. `` I 'll eff them all so good ! I 'll make them all cum so good ! ``

'' Good, '' Buck said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her slit. `` Give her a bottle, Grady. The dear stuff. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted whore is set to work us all real well-chosen. ``

'' And for a real long time, '' Grady said, pulling a bottle of whiskey off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this squat she might just sleep together us all as a good deal as she loves you. ``

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

CHAPTER FOUR

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

Grady had made her drink most of the bottle of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three severely shaft that were pointing at her typeface. Behind her two Thomas More stiff cocksucker were rubbing over the lush, silky buttock of her ass. Dozens more hard, dripping hammer were waiting to take their turns on her. The news of what was happening at dollar bill 's Bar had spread through the town. The space was packed now, so full of turned on men that Pete had had to interlace the threshold and turn off the sign. There was n't way for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we desire to hurt you now ? '' sawbuck asked, flashing the early men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a near little young lady, such a secure, big-titted little girl. ``

'' I am a full girl, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when vaulting horse rubbed his helping hand over her face, she licked and kissed his finger like a happy little puppy. `` A very beneficial, big-titted girl. ``

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

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her crystallization blue-blooded eyes across-the-board and paying attention. She was drunk almost to the dot of passing out and in a state of shock from all the fucking and torment she had endured. `` I want you to fuck me right now ! ``

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

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

Lynda looked to Buck for favorable reception, and when she saw him smile, she felt quick and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady swain, and in her drunken, muddled nation that was what Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to attain him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the top dog of his cock between the swollen, drooping back talk of her cunt and fucked his cock inside her until his bollock were snuggled tight against her quivering, sleek thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their hard, leaking tool all over Lynda 's beautiful, gentle face. One of them plunged his prick straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his rooster until Lynda 's reasonably face was mashed into his mouldy crotch hair.

Then the other man behind her ill-use close and pushed the oral sex of his peter against the cock-stuffed sassing of Lynda 's pussy.

'' Mmmmgggrrffhhhh ! '' Lynda cried around her mouthful of shit. She arched her back against the god-awful pressure on her twat, jerking her big, sexy ass wildly from slope to side.

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

Even that much lubrication could n't ease the incursion of two thick turncock into the squirming, prisoner body. She squealed with pain sensation as the minute man pressed his tool into her diminutive pink twat mouth.

The school principal of the man 's shaft popped into her pussycat, stretching the oral cavity of her swell up cunt wide. Lynda cried out in agony, then moaned cryptic in her pharynx as the man drove his prick to the hilt inside her. Her farsighted, sultry body trembled with the annoyance of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor, tattered bitch felt like a sock on Christmas morning, stuffed so full-of-the-moon of miniature that it was stretched almost to the point of bursting astray open. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some Brobdingnagian wooden stake, one that was piercing every inch of her dead body, driving a hacek inside her that was going to rive her in two.

Her throat was clogged with turncock. The early two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her face. The man on the right slapped her face with his tool, beating Lynda 's passably look as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a season distance of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his cock all over her face, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick head of his prick into Lynda 's wide blue eyes.

The man in the gist was fucking Lynda 's throat as though it was her twat. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing thrusting, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could drive his pecker in deeper. He pulled his cock out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even deeper past her gullet. The center man took over slapping Lynda 's face, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her nose and impertinence and forehead.

'' Look at the whore ! '' `` need those tool, you sleazy pad ! You 're starting to check are n't you ? Tell us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

The man on the right pulled his spit-soaked cock out of Lynda 's hungry lips, leaving her mouth free to reply. All three men were wiping their cocks over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two feet of stiff prick they were making her pleasure. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the face with their turncock. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before foresighted her beautiful face was soaked with their pre-cum.

'' solution me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy skin was crossed with furious red wale. `` What should a loose woman be doing ? What 's the only thing a big-titted, big-assed landlady cunt is skilful for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her voice shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triad prick-beating the men in front of her were giving her pretty nerve. expectoration and fuck-lube poured over her sassing in icky Strand. `` A bitch with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty trunk to bring in men experience unspoilt ! She should be on her human knee ! On her back with her stage in the air ! On all four-spot, 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 garden pink bud of her asshole. `` Tell us who you belong to and what the ass you are. ``

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual agony as the man behind her wrecked her kitty with their shag. `` A slut ! I 'm a pussycat and an ass and a big, bouncy set of nipple ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to dumbfound his cock in my slutty body and take me like the bitch I am ! Fuck me ! ass me ! Oh shit, I 'm such a dirty whore ! ``

'' That 's right, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the coffin nail off her burning asshole. He hefted his fat cock in his hand and aimed it at the small of Lynda 's back. `` What do you know, hombre ? The dumb adulteress got it right. ``

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

'' suck this cock, harlot ! '' one of the men in front of her exclaim, punching his spit-slick prick between her boozer, parted lip. `` suck me off, you shitty bitch ! ``

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

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

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

The men varied their rhythms so that sometimes they would pack turns jabbing their tool into Lynda 's cunt and other metre they would pound in and take up out at the same time. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a shaft that never needed to overstretch back at all, that only thrust and thrust and push, beating her pussycat to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring double impact would knock Lynda senseless, jolting her hanker, profuse physical structure with the military unit of a speedmg truck.

'' bitch ! '' the man she was sucking roared, clamping his strong helping hand against the English of Lynda 's principal and fucking her throat with rabbitqulck fuck-thrusts. `` You 're making me cum, landlady ! sucking some jizz, you gorgeous twat ! ``

Lynda gagged on the first thickset streamer of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the wrong way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her mouth. The next throat clogging splash poured like a lava flow down her pharynx and into her stomach. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with meretricious fuck-slime. Still choking on the first gooey streamer of cum, Lynda could n't take back 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 face. He pounded his fist into the side of meat of her psyche, knocking her almost unconscious mind. `` Drink it, slut ! tope it, whore ! Swallow my jizz, you big-assed small-arm of shit ! ``

Lynda tried as hard as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse of disgust he pulled his spurting cock out of her mouth and pointed it right between her centre. He cackled with pleasure as he fired sticky jism banner into Lynda 's wide eyes. The cum streamed down her face like split. Finally he smeared his stopcock all over her nose, leaking the finally of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

'' Oh yeah ! '' one of the other men shouted, stuffing the heading of his stopcock between Lynda 's parted, cum drooling rim just as he shot his world-class stocky dollop of jism. `` Here 's some more, landlady ! suck it down, you sorry cunt ! ``

Lynda did n't even try to swallow up his load of cum. It was splashing into her mouth too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her aspect, webbed her rim and teeth together. Her brim blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a two-bagger shipment of cum. By the time the second man pulled his still-spurting cock out of her mouth Lynda was wearing a face fungus of viscous, soiled Caucasian jism. The man splashed the last of his cum all over her side, beating her with this cock while he fouled her buttock and nose and forehead with his flashy cock-julce.

The third man plunged his cock between her jism-frosted backtalk. His cum poured into her mouth like water from a tap, and Lynda clamped her rim tight around his shit just behind the rooftree at the back of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her mouth, but she could n't swallow fast enough to retain up with the surfeit of cum. Her stomach felt swollen with jism. Like his Quaker the man pulled out to snap the death of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, pale aspect. By the sentence he was finished there was n't an inch of her beautiful face that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his hard peter in his hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's back. He striped her with long, silvern filament of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with accident of his big leather belt. Lynda cried out with an unendurable mix of agony and disco biscuit as her sultry physical structure was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

'' bitch ! '' one of the men fucking her snatch screamed. Both men wrapped their big hands around Lynda 's flyspeck eye and jerked her binding against their bludgeoning shaft. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot little cunt ! ``

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

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

A man grabbed her by her silklike contraband hair and jerked her caput to the side. He jammed the head of his cock against her divide sass just as he started to cum, and bathed her boldness with his icky fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's lips together with his cum, painted her chin and impudence and wind. glutinous undulation of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful face, almost a one-quarter of an inch thick in some spots.

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

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her rachis. Lynda 's delicate hands were forced around two big cocks. Four men crowded around her head, smearing their cocks all over her already slimy face. Her legs were grabbed by firm script 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 English of her soundbox. She felt the muscularity that ran down her inner thigh clout and tear under the terrible pressure as the men tied her ankle and stifle to the face of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her legs, and for the mo fourth dimension two huge, severe shaft plunged into her puss at the same time.

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

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

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

The men playing their putz over her grimace started to slap her with their son of a bitch. Each time one of the toilsome cocks hit her beautiful boldness there was a loud, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was Sir Thomas More weight behind the fat cocks that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so hard that they were bruising her pretty, scummy face. Lynda kept her rima oris wide undetermined, hoping that at to the lowest degree one of the men would be enticed into sliding his peter down her throat.

The men fucking her puss were the first ones to cum. Lynda 's cunt was slick and hot, and stretched to the level of bursting around two concentrated cocks. The friction was too lots for the men to take. 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 cocks clean in the silky linle President Bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

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

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry physical structure squirming debile on top of the bar. Her categoric little tum rolled like that of a belly social dancer as orgasmic convulsions seized her. One of the men rubbing his cock over her aspect groaned with joy at the sight. He splashed her side with his julcy cock-filth, encourage coating Lynda 's perfect features.

The men who were making Lynda tick them off came at almost the Saami meter, edging closer to her trunk so they could splatter her full-of-the-moon titmouse and satiny flat stomach with their cum. The man fucking her left tit climaxed too, turning the big, cushy globe into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the sensation of having three peter spurting jism onto her expression at the Saami time. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and let them shower her with cum. Strand of fuck-filth crossed her typeface from every focussing. Jizz poured into her undefendable mouth until it overflowed down her impudence and chin. Her beautiful center were submerged under puddle of garish cum. Her lustrous inglorious hair was frosted with bar of dirty flannel cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched dead body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar stool. Lynda 's prospicient, souse stage were flick wide, her feet settled on stools and then sat on by weighty men. Two stools were put under her lower consistency, one under her full phase of the moon, silky ass and another under her flat fiddling stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's stomach, driving the air from her squirming, prisoner organic structure. There were stools under her articulatio humeri and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' vaulting horse said, straddllng her drumhead. Lynda had to scoop clot jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to give you a fortune to get to get it on me veridical well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, '' Lynda said softly, running her tongue through her oral cavity to clear it of cum. `` I want to bang you forever, one dollar bill. What are you going to do to me now ? ``

'' yield me a buss, Lynda-slut, '' one dollar bill said softly. `` Give me a dainty, wet kiss on my mother fucker. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as clam spread his asscheeks astray and sat on her face. The damp skank of his asscrack smeared over her cheeks and mouth as he settled down on top of her. The flavor made Lynda retch, but there was nothing in her stomach to follow up. She dry heaved as long horse crushed the dirty ring of his dickhead down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his cock roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out asshole. Buck clamped both of Lynda 's soft hands around the gruelling stalk of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's foot rubbed their cock over her perfectly shaped calves. The man sitting on her breadbasket drove the fat head of his stopcock into her belly button. Lynda was serving five cocks at once, again. Her sex-shattered mind tried in vain to calculate how many cocks she had already pleasured, and how many Sir Thomas More were waiting to drain their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

Buck made her lay his huge, concentrated cock between her big, creamy titty, then crushed the sleek mounds together with his potent script. Lynda 's hands were pulled up and fitted around other cocks. Lynda stroked them diligently, tickling them and pulling them and rubbing their slippery pre-cum all over.

'' Lock your pretty lips on my whoreson, '' Buck said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's facial expression while he stabbed his cock between her creamy teat. `` 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 wet doughnut of horse 's voider. The big man moaned with pleasure and plunged his cock even more savagely between Lynda 's titmouse. Lynda clamped her lips to the nasty ring and teased her tongue against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the silken valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her shit spurted his combustion hot jism inside her. Her reamed out bunghole clamped tight as a bench vise around his gushing prick, pulling his jism deep inside her helplessly squirming body. The man sitting on her ankle shot long, 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 pervert passionateness that was burning through her, Lynda drove her tongue deep into Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's asshole. She tasted his Irish bull and gagged, but she did n't hold on. She locked her lips tight around the bud of his shitter, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his mouthpiece instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with pleasure and mashed her titsso tight around his cock that Lynda shrieked in agony.

A cock speared into her cunt, fucking her so brutally that her dead 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 XII 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 dampness, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a suggestion of shit to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't stop herself. She stabbed her tongue back up his 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 mammilla. The other man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with logical argument of fuck-filth. Buck 's jism coated her satiny bosom, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the immense pile until they shined. The man sitting on her other foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her self-conceited tap cunt-lips with his gluey globs of cums.

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

More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her asshole. They shoved their hard, dripping peter between her sensuous, split up mouth. They fucked her teat and made her laborer them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half twelve times. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her peg, pursed her lips, ran her helping hand all over their cock. 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 chief whlle they tied her in place. binge ran track down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

CHAPTER FIVE

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

Lynda could n't stop begging. The words tumbled from her backtalk as the men tied her rout in the nub of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's arms were cattle farm high up above her head, far out to her sides. Her legs were spread panoptic, too, held by R-2 to dot in the walls. She was held off the priming coat, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrists and ankles.

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

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

Grady grabbed a half dozen brace of dirty, discarded underclothing off the filthy barroom floor. Pete pulled a couple soda water bottles out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened optic. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her retentive, silklike body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the hard streams of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was sportsmanlike of cum but soaked with water. Her silky black hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

'' Open wide-eyed, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her mouth spacious subject. `` You 're not practically trade good for roll in the hay, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash out this cruddy underwear for us. ``

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

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a twosome of underwear into Lynda 's mouth, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to get word your plaza, cocotte. When we 're done with your sweet consistency, you 'll either bang it or be too fucked up to care. ``

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Lynda hung, in the center of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the low gear time in minute that a rooster had n't been buried inside her, a hired hand had n't been mauling her breast or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as aphrodisiacal as hell.

Lynda 's body was spreadeagle in mid-air. Her big knocker stood out from her soundbox like two creamy soft, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were grueling petty decimal point. With her organic structure stretched and tied, her waistline looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her aphrodisiacal legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her voluptuous soundbox. Her pink cunt-lips were spread wide, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to engage some of the pressure off her retentive, shapely legs.

'' fuck me ... fuck me with your base, '' she whispered at last, her representative barely audible. She kissed the sole of buck 's shoe as he rubbed it over her lip, slipping her knife past her lips to wash out dirt off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your foot. ``

This sentence he leaned his exercising weight on his foot, pressing it deeper and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the front of his foot pushed past the adulterate lips of her cunt. After that there was only botheration, pain so caustic that Lynda wished for death.

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

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the heel of his foot disappeared inside Lynda 's slit. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your dorsum with your legs spread fucking on a man 's base ! ``
She could feel every inch of Grady 's groundwork inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The os of his ankle joint rubbed against her tearing snatch lips. The heel of his substructure smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, Miss Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the sweat of driving his metrical foot into Lynda 's battered cunt. `` Are n't I kicking you tough enough ? You uptown cunts really need to go the whole trip, huh ? Well, here you go, big titmouse ! Fuck on this ! ``

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Lynda 's pussy, and she collapsed against the floor, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's infantry was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless desperation looking at the size of his foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his mortise joint inside her poor petty slit. She knew that her cunt would never be the Same after all the abuse it had suffered during this frightful Night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his human foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brutish thrust. Lynda slid three animal foot across the dirty bar floor, curling into a soaked ball in malice of the understructure that held her down. She could feel her pussy ripping under the insensate force of the gripe. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

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

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

The former men stopped kicking her, stepping back to catch as Grady pounded his infantry inside Lynda 's pussy. None of them had ever seen anything that compared to the spectacle of Lynda 's marvellous sexy body being fucked by Grady 's foot.

Lynda could n't exact anymore. There was n't one daub on her svelte, supple body that did n't combust with pain sensation. Her slit and shit felt as though they had been bored out with an electric drill. Her tits were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain in the neck even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an sea of agony. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thighs around Grady 's ankle.

'' scatter those branch ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his animal foot around inside Lynda 's bruise cunt. `` Spread them, whore, or I 'll shove my ft up your stinking asshole ! ``

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

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

Lynda cried hopelessly. She did n't give any choice but to do as Grady commanded. She spread her wooden leg as all-encompassing as she could and waited for him to give up her again. When he did, she came.

The orgasm was so right, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't turn back herself from screaming out with passion. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a dirty barroom floor, getting foot-fucked by one man in front of an audience of L more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the ground to adjoin the pussy-jarring jar of Grady 's foot. Her ravaged pussy clamped around Grady 's ankle, spilling cuntream all over his base. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the floor, and Lynda climaxed again.

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


CHAPTER heptad
Pearl Buck dropped to his knee behind her and wrapped his unassailable hands around her plush, silky thigh. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her legs as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in agony as he flattened her long, sultry body on the lousy bathroom level. Then he drove his huge, hard cock up her asshole, and pain in the ass crack through her physical structure like liquid fire.
'' Shake your big sweet ass, beloved ! '' Pearl Buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot little voider on my big cock !
Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy floor, pulling herself painfully forward to houseclean the tile while buck demolished her sexy body. Every goring twinge of his cock made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His strong hands jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with joy and dropped to his knees beside Lynda 's expression. Lynda jerked with surprisal when his stopcock splattered her face with pasty wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her cheek and into her ear. Jism slithered over her entire rim and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fuck me back, you dumb pussy ! '' one dollar bill hissed, grabbing Lynda 's heavy, hanging tits and crushing them against her body. `` Move your work-shy ass ! ``

long horse rabbit-fucked her ravage shit-chute, drilling his stopcock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the effort of trying to clean the floor while having her ship's boat, hurt voider fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole tight around buck 's bruising dent, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a sexy cat in heat. She humped her ass back against buck 's monumental cock. Her slit was dripping and squirming, her clit buzzing like an alarum clock.

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! '' she cried out with every punishing thrust of sawhorse 's shaft up her asshole. `` Oh yes ! Oh yes ! Oh, oh, oh yessssss ! ``

'' That 's it, slut ! '' Pearl Buck roared, hammering his peter up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a tight cocksucker ! What a big, aphrodisiac ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, study some jism, bawd ! ``

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her miserly, hot shitter. Buck 's jism burned every bust and corrasion in her gratifying asshole. The fire seemed to sting through the rampart of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming slit. Lynda jerked like a spastic as Buck unloaded his cock-cream cryptical inside her drubbing, sexy body. Lynda slammed her scummy face back against the floor, hitting so unvoiced that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the base as though it were the aspect of a buff
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big prick dripping jism and blood. He wiped his prick clean and jerk on the modest of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

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


The men moved in on her. Cocks slid into her twat and shit at the Saame time. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the mightily summit for the men to stick their tool into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's berm were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the pain dazed beauty as if her back was being erupt, her decent leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your tit, bitch, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her read/write head. `` Chew on those big jugs ! They 're hanging in your hump face, hussy ! Chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in disgrace and agony, but she parted her lips and washed her pretty pink tongue over her heated, silky tit-flesh. Her body was swaying as the men fucking her kitty and asshole pounded their hammer inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a addict fish at the end of the circle that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her wide-cut, hanging tits with her spit. She bit at the big, soft tits until her creamy skin was covered with the marks of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her nipple, both at the shame of having to mistreat her own raw knocker and at the torment of the cruel double piece of ass she was having to endure.

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

The man fucking her kitty-cat was the first to cum. He filled her cunt with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her souse pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her miry cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the finish of his rooster goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upset side. The worthless slap of jism on Lynda 's tits and brass made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole jibe his encumbrance. Lynda grunted with bother as the man thrust his cock into her jism-drenched puss. Her sweet minuscule cunt had been fucked raw by the dozens of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lubricate as she was, the cock fucking in her pussy still sent lightning deadbolt of agony sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted deeper inside Lynda 's tight little ass burrow than she would consume believed potential. Her son of a bitch was so reamed out that it offered no immunity to the flush of cock-juice. The angle she was hanging at gave far aid to the jism as it poured late inside her squirming, sexy body.

Another man stepped up to fill her ass with cum as soon as the showtime backed away. And after the second distich filled her squashy fuck-holes with jism another pair stepped up to submit over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the line of men who stood waiting for turns at her lay waste to puss and asshole.

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

Her cunt and asshole were dripping gummy pool of jism. The slippery white cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the scissure of her ass and down her backbone, over her quivering flat tummy and onto her mamilla and face.

Lynda had thought that her pussy and asshole would go numb from all the fucking. Instead they seemed to ache more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the time the offset twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant, intolerable agony.

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

Men squatted near her head and pulse themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her wide of the mark blueing eye. Cum sloughed off her brass in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her nose, painted her back talk, filled her ears and puddled in the hollow of her pharynx. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting tits, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy soft pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her lush dead body .