baRMAID IN BONDAGE by William Blake James Abraham Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should make never come down here, '' Pearl Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Jacques Cartier into the wall with his big, muscular organic structure. He ran his big hands over her slender throat, encompassing shoulders and silky arm. `` The guy wire who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around town for years. I do n't suppose there 's a thing in the human beings any of them would like more than to get laid you right into the dirt. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this edifice, you stuck-up cunt, but you do n't fucking cave in me guild. ``

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

She never had a fortune. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with Pearl Buck for years, grabbed her by her shiny 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 reach. 12 of other men were headed in her charge, drinks in their hired hand, lustfulness and hate in their eyes. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' Strip the beef ! '' Buck shouted, wiping a trace of stock from his cheek. `` comic strip her naked and beat the bastard out of her ! I think it 's time for this stuck-up jade to learn what the shtup she 's right for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to serve us in any way she can. ``

clam ran the roughest, sleaziest bar in town. His client were all men, and all mean. There was n't one of them who did n't know about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her superior posture and easy sprightliness, who did n't crave for her because of her sexy body and beautiful brass. A cheerfulness went up at Buck 's words, and brutally strong deal gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big bitch, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's full moon, tauten tits through the satiny orange material of her clinging dress. `` And fucking skinny ! About the exclusively core on her is these jumbo tits ! ``

'' bullshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the full, labialise impertinence of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so knockout that the sexy young landlady moaned in bother. `` hold out her ass and legs ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this slit naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her dress to trounce in a matter of seconds, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's luscious body while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a uncut set around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the tag end of her dress together to cover her stacked body.

'' Shit, '' Buck said, stepping into the rophy. `` You are a lie with beauty. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful fair sex in town. She had a perfect face, with wide, startling disconsolate eyes, full phase of the moon, red lips, a strong jaw and heights cheekbones. Her hairsbreadth was pitch Black person and glossy, and it splashed past her shoulders in a silky fall. But her trunk was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a tall fair sex, standing almost six feet even without the bounder she was wearing. Her berm were broad and sexy. They had to be encompassing to support her tits. Lynda 's tits were big, unfaltering mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to get right out from her clavicle. They were so circle and creamy that they seemed almost unsubstantial. And her tit were perfect, iniquity Brown University spikes that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely humble. But her hips flowed out generously, wax and piano and inviting. And her legs were marvellously, her thighs lush and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The only trouble clam could see was that some stupid mother fucker had forgotten to enjoin her.

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

long horse clamped his back talk over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet pressure of dollar bill 's mouth to hers. She jerked her head wildly from one side to the other. He just moil his brim against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouth against Lynda 's, his bridge player were roaming all over her soundbox. He pinched her ass and squeezed her pap and even cupped his helping hand over the furred mouth of her cunt.

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

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the arms of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her head by a smattering of her silky pitch blackness hair. Then it was his lips plastered to hers, his despicable tongue trying to squeeze its way into her oral cavity. Lynda swung at him wildly with both clenched fist, and when one of her punches caught him on his mentum, he grabbed her total proper tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

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

'' poor fish bitch ! '' the man growled, and used his bobby pin on her tit to air her sprawling away from him.

Lynda covered her mamilla with her hands as she stumbled across the storey on her high heels. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her refined, creamy throat like some sort of viper. Lynda cried out in torture as he chewed on her creamy flesh. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the fight from her body. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then ride his fist brutally into the pit of her venter. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her straits up and blanketed her backtalk with his, she could n't keep her mouth shut. In an blink of an eye his slimy tongue was probing deep inside her incapacitated rima oris. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her arms behind her back.

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too late to fight. There was a big man holding each of her arms, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking monstrosity tied her wrists with the ragged remainder of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even take in her hands free to struggle or discontinue her fall.

The men tossed her back and forth, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she was n't sure what was happening. The men all looked the like, whooping and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same things to her, mauling her big mammilla and full ass, squirming their sassing against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her mouthpiece, 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 pain in the ass. He grabbed the swatch of cloth that draped her pelvic arch and tore it away, revealing Lynda 's pink-lipped, dark-furred bitch. Half the men in the bar groaned in collective lust at the unveiling.

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

Pete laughed wildly, then ptyalize right in Lynda 's aspect. His spit splattered between Lynda 's eyes and trickled down both English of her olfactory organ. He levered her jaws assailable and expectoration again, this fourth dimension filling her oral fissure with his spitting. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with expectoration. There were a span dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the former, using her beautiful face for a target area. A dozen different men hocked their expectoration into Lynda 's unfold mouth. The tongue of the remainder rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

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

Pete forced her to swallow the pooled spit of at least a dozen men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the self-collected tosh poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lip over hers. Lynda cried out in care and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his tongue. He grabbed her lucullan asscheeks and spread them wide, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her pussycat and the miserly stoma of her cocksucker. Within an blink of an eye the men were attacking her sensitive little fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's cunt, making her cry out in infliction. Her snatch was as tight as a girdle and as dry as a desert. The man 's fingerbreadth tore into her like a jagged wooden splinter. A moment later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, Virgo shitter. The bother was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sore petty asshole.

The fingers were pulled out of her pussy and son of a bitch almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no relief for Lynda. former finger replaced the 1 that were gone, stretching Lynda 's cockeyed, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her lush thighs and full, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and weapon system. lots of custody swarmed over her Brobdingnagian, round of drinks tits, pinchlng and pull and twirl and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda 's cunt and asshole. There were also fingerbreadth scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her passably pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her olfactory organ, brass, chin, even her eyes and frontal bone with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange mouth clamped over hers, a unknown tongue slurping all the way to the back of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both sides of her long, creamy pharynx, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain in the ass. knife probed her ear and traced the fine communication channel of her jaw.

'' Bastards ! '' she screamed, in the instant of breath she had between one man breaking off his violation of her mouth and the next clamping his lips over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll hire men to get you all ! I 'll have them cut your cocks off ! ``

'' You stupefied cunt, '' Buck said, grabbing her by her slender blazonry and lifting her off her understructure. `` Who said you were ever going to get the chance ? ``

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

Lynda hit the wall, ineffective to brace herself with her hands tied behind her back. She wobbled on her bounder as she bounced back off it, but before she could decrease a half 12 men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their unattackable fingers into her arms and tits. One man wrapped his big bridge player around her specialise waist. Another grabbed her by her slender pharynx. And they threw her into the bulwark again.

And again.

And again.

By the fourth dimension they slammed her into the rampart the fourthly time Lynda was barely conscious. Her capitulum was rolling on her berm. Her backtalk hung liniply loose, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick face. The few scraps of clothing that still clung to her shoulders and shank fluttered the likes of flags as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of line of descent from her long, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, stuck-up landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, mindful of nothing now except pain and fear. `` blockade ! Please stop ! Oh, please arrest hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big tits and tight pussy. They slammed her into the rampart another 12 times before dollar bill told them to throw her on the pool table.

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

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

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's cock was thicker than Lynda 's wrist and foresighted 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 totally animation, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, could n't bear the passel of the grotesque dick horse was waving in her direction. Even the threat of his big leather belted ammunition, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was nothing compared to the arm that bobbed, almost fully set up, out from between his legs.

'' No, please, no, delight, no ! '' Lynda cried in a humble, heroic part. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, Buck, oh please, please, please ! I could n't support it ! I could n't endure it ! ``

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

'' Do n't interest, cunt, '' another guy said. `` A big bitch like you ought to be able to charter long horse 's stopcock without tearing too much. ``

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing naught but luxuria and cruelty in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pond board, stripped naked, her hands tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she 'd taken and in a state of near electrical shock from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her long, toothsome body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her brain from side to side, curtaining her side with her silky black-market fuzz. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say please fuck me, one dollar bill ? '' dollar bill asked, bringing the belt lashing down into her tits again. The big, perfect mounds bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest with the wallop of the shock. `` Maybe you 'd better say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd better state me just how much you 'd like my big hard shaft fucking the red cent out of your miserable little pussy-hole. ``

The pain in the ass was unbelievable. Lynda had never dreamed that it was potential to spite so bad. Her satiny, big-titted body squirmed against the green top of the pool table, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every column inch of her tegument that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't maintain her cries of torment from tumbling past her parted sass. She could n't check more crying from sliding down her beautiful, sick cheeks. But she swore to herself, with every apothecaries' ounce of possession she possessed, that she would never beg long horse to stick his huge, vile shaft into her.

Then long horse stepped between her peg and slapped his huge turncock against the lips of her nasty, dry pussycat, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how have a go at it far you 'll stretch, Miss Cartier, '' Buck said in a mocking flavour, then slotted the huge headspring of his cock against the tight knock mouth of her twat. `` You should have been getting these for years, bitch. But I guess you 'll puddle up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Buck started to push his massive cock against the tiny mouth of her cunt. `` Slow, please slow, please slow ! ``

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

The lips of Lynda 's kitty-cat spread wide against the advancement of Buck 's gigantic motherfucker. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the diminutive back talk, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the slim folds of material body stretching past the point of their survival. She tried to joggle out of the way of the Brobdingnagian fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the table. Then Buck punched his hip joint forward again, and she could experience herself tearing, feel Buck 's cock sliding inside her.

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

'' Oh, oh, oh, '' Lynda muttered weakly, sure that her snatch had been ruined forever, suspecting that she was being raped to expiry on the fleshy, foot-long lance of Buck 's cock.

Lynda 's cunt-lips were spread broad around the cold-blooded girth of Buck 's long cock. diminutive trickles of line ran from the maculation where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick perch. The stock greased sawhorse 's whoreson, making it easier for him to slide the residue of his cock inside her.

There was zero in the public that could receive made the brutal rapine any well-heeled for Lynda.

Lynda could n't draw a hint as dollar bill slid his grievous stopcock deep inside her slit. She could feel the tiny pocket of her cunt stretch in a hopeless attempt to consent the fat, twelve-inch incision Buck was fucking inside her.

Every fold in her tiny puss straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of sawbuck 's cock were still outside her twat when the bruising head pounded against her cervix uteri. `` Bitch ! '' he hissed down into her nerve, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to take it all, whore ! You 're going to take very fucking inch even if it kills you ! ``

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

Lynda slammed her head against the table, the annoyance in her cunt so vivid that it seemed to sate every nerve in her body. Two more inches of Pearl Buck 's putz slid inside her this time. Lynda could finger something deep inside her tear, and when dollar leaned his weightiness forward the death two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the smacking of long horse 's heavy lump against the curve ball of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, outre cock.

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

'' Bitch ! '' Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's huge, creamy bosom in his hands and crushing them flat against her streamlined, sexy torso. `` piece of ass me back now, Lynda -- whore ! shove your cunt on my cock ! Shake your big, sexy ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Buck closed his fists into claws on her silky mammilla, then yanked the fleshy mounds to the position with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her body. Her steadfastly ass shot up off the mesa, and her savaged cunt clamped tight around Pearl Buck 's cock.

It was unadulterated self-preservation that moved the sexy, captive landlady. rent poured down her reasonably expression as she fucked back against Buck 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his pecker, flattening her against the syndicate table with every brutal jabbing. He swung his ass from side to side, spearing her wounded pussy first from one angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful face going pale. She could n't trust the atrocious violation of her body that was taking berth, or that she had begged Buck to bonk her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' Buck growled, squeezing her wide-cut, stave tit until her creamy form bulged out between his finger. `` Such a tight slight cunt ! excite your big ass for me, Lynda ! rock it real just ! ``

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's cock was soaked with Lynda 's pedigree as he stabbed it back and forth through the shoot down mouth of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the pool table, shivering at the lightening deadbolt of pain that shot through her snatch with every jabbing of long horse 's cock. Her big bluish centre rolled and a ace, shimmering strand of expectoration drooled from the corner of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the tart up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's long, succulent body went wilted beneath him.

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

Grady opened a bottle of cheap whisky and poured it all over Lynda 's typeface. She choked on the hard strong drink, snorting on what flowed up her wind and blinking her eyes against its edged wash.

Several men ducked down to lick and suck at the alcohol. Lynda trembled with horror as their knife 's washed over her human face and their lips slurped over her balmy skin.

'' Now shake your slutty ass, tart ! '' Pearl 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 prick. `` roll in the hay me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to throw it so no one ever wants to fuck you again ! ``

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

'' That 's it ! '' buck shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless cunt even harder. `` stimulate your ass, you sweet whore ! clamp your scurvy slit on my big pecker ! ``

Lynda cried at the profundity of her blasphemy, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her teaser in the usurpation of her own body. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too late. Every watering slice ot Buck 's massive cock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

'' enjoin me you love it, '' Pearl Buck said, leaning over her silky, sultry body and washing his glossa over her face.

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

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn on the tender nubbin of her button. Now it was growing hotter, Sir Thomas More intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sense impression as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling puss by the unbearable friction of horse 's huge peter on her sensitive clitoris. The reallzation that she could be opinion joy in the midriff of this brutal assault almost unhinged the lovely landlady 's mind.

'' Have some to a greater extent to drink, miss Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another feeding bottle of John Barleycorn and poking the neck between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The stupid stunner swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. Buck dropped his head teacher to her full, polish titty and chewed on her tit until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new torment. 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 finger into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his cock and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming body and hammering his massive cock into her with pussy shattering effect. `` Get ready to lactate up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to give your pussy a know cock-cream shower ! ``

Lynda 's notion of pleasure disappeared in an blink of an eye when she heard what dollar was saying. Her tattered cunt clamped tight around his pistoning stopcock and her svelte body froze on the kitty table.

'' No, Buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide, frightened eyes. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't fritter your stuff in my pussycat ! Oh, delight ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her pull puss as his cock spurted jism. `` Maybe we can relieve oneself a fucking baby slattern to carry on the sept tradition ! ``

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

'' Just like a dog pissing on a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, '' Buck said as if he 'd read her mind while he shot the last of his jism into her defile short cunt. `` You 're my piece of ass now, Lynda. Of course, there 's a lot Thomas More wienerwurst in this doghouse. ``

Lynda wept in shame and abasement at Buck 's mocking Word of God. When he pulled his stopcock from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her line of descent, she cried in little terror. He had ripped her extensive open with his massive cock.

And he was just the firstly. Grady was already stepping between her legs, slapping the fat point of his massive cock down on the plump cumulus of her pussy.

'' convey a looking, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda 's head. Drops of blood and fibril of embarrassing fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's fount. `` look good, does n't it ? Good enough to eat. punch my cock, Lynda. bat it clean and jerk of all your tight pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her lovely features with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the foul mix of sex slime onto her cheeks, nuzzle and forehead. He ran his dirty cock over her lips until she wore a coat of sticky red lipstick.

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

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and shame as sawhorse wiped his nasty cock clean and jerk on her pretty glossa. The taste was so foul that she could n't restrain from gagging. `` Nh-ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, please ! Ugh ! ``

'' Oh delight ? '' Grady said, a smiling on his face as he slapped his fat putz brutally against the petal-pink lip of Lynda 's pussy. `` Are you begging me to fuck you, fancy-ass Miss Cartier ? Is that what you 're begging for ? ``

Lynda could n't answer Grady with Pearl Sydenstricker Buck wiping his prick clean on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, drab oculus, a miserabie look on her gorgeous face. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's suffering that he decided to add a little to it. With a snap of his radiocarpal joint and a quick, unrelenting jab of his rosehip, he buried his whole foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

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

'' You had your chance for slow and you fucking be adrift it, '' Buck said, wiping her lingua with his cock one hold out time, then drying it in her silky black hair. `` The only affair that 's going to help you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's to the full teat in his big men, jerking her sleek, sultry dead body against his savagely pistoning shaft. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big dark eyes empty with shock, her rima oris hanging slackness. Her long, lush consistency jerked with spasms as Grady 's cock pounded her into the consortium mesa. She twisted and writhed on the green felt of the pool table, her sensual, thrashing body trembling with annoyance and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with delight at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting body was dancing around on his unvoiced prick.
Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the tabular array to meet Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hip joint from side to side, wringing the big prick with her hot pussy. She worked her twat on his cock like a velvet gloved hand, trying to push aside the agony that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong paw around Lynda 's souse hips and jerking her book binding and forth on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, Miss Cartier. I 'm going to soak your kitty-cat with some working-class jizz ! ``

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

'' A lot of times, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, hard stopcock. `` So many times that by the time we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey heap of jism. ``
She could also finger the firehose spattering of Grady 's meretricious cock-slime in her battered piffling cunt. Each new spirt slapped into her like a separate line of fire, and as it soaked into her slit flesh its heat seemed to fill up every inch of her farsighted, lush physical structure. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her puss stayed spitted on Grady 's groundwork long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a overnice, sleazy fuck, fille Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his pecker from her cunt and squeezing out the last of his cum onto her satiny cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't fuck secure would think you were cipher but a sexy whore down here to take on the guys for a hundred bucks. ``

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

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

Pete took his place between the sprawl beauty 's outstretched wooden leg. `` I want to give you a big wet kiss. To give thanks you for being such a sweetly little piece of ass. ``

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

Lynda screamed, but her war cry were blocked by the huge roll of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her throat. She gagged at the taste of blood, pussy-cream, and the cum of two different men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to jerk her head away, but Grady had already impaled her typeface on four column inch of jaw-breaking cock.

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

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

Lynda did n't cause any alternative. Her lips were spread so wide around Grady 's massive cock that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't cerebrate they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized head of Grady 's cock was bigger than Lynda 's tiny throat. When he jammed it against her gorge, Lynda could n't breathe at all.

Grady did n't worry. Lynda 's throat stretched widely, and then something in the soft, wet tunnel torus, as Grady force-fed her inch after inch of his radiocarpal joint thick rooster. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's throat bulged with the huge girth of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to inkiness out. She could n't draw and quarter a hint around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's monolithic peter. She was in so much pain that she would have welcomed a chance to pass out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just arouse her back up again. An insistent later her pain sensation became infinitely worse, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his turncock up her virgin asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks all-inclusive and pushing his huge cock against the tiny pore of her shitter. `` You 've got such a big afters ass that I just could n't refuse sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry trunk froze on the pond mesa. She arched her ass high school above the green felt, every fountainhead toned musculus in her acrobatic physical body tensing hard as sword cable. The jam of Pete 's immense putz against her midget asshole trauma worse than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his clean hammer out of Lynda 's mouth, slapping her across the bridge of her nose a couple times before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and disbelief. His shaft was so huge. And she had never imagined having a hammer of any sizing fucked into her tiny, stamp asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful facial expression going tweed as Pete 's massive cock-head pushed against the blotto outer ring of musculus that protected her tiny shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' nookie you, '' Pete said, dribbling spit onto one mitt and rubbing it all over his monumental prick. `` screw you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to tear you up actual bad. ``

Lynda could n't stop fighting him. The muscles that ringed her shit locked tighter than they ever had before, trying desperately to close up the passage of Pete 's cock inside her. The stress of holding his tool out made her break into a dank swither. It caused her to shiver uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the Lapplander time.

Men grabbed her full, creamy asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. Other men grabbed her around her waist, by her shoulders and titmouse and subdivision and legs. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her tiny asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a midget, broken vocalism. The outer halo of brawn that protected her shitter was tiring. She knew it was going to feed way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

The point of Pete 's hammer slipped into her asshole.

There was a loud pop. Lynda felt her brawn relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as wide as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete 's monolithic cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the want to defecate as she never had before. Lynda could n't make a breathing place with the massive bollock of flesh buried inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a XII strong men. The pain tore her and burned her at the Sami time, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny sassing of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide around the bulging read/write head of Pete 's cock. The pinkish ring of her asshole was facing pages rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A tiny trickle of blood ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts real good, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the head, you stuck-up piece of Irish bull snatch ! Now you 're going to get to bolt every fucking inch ! ``

Those were the hold up tidings Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain and the jolt of the tearing penetration. The live thing she felt was inch after inch of Pete 's enormous cock fucking its way deep into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the pixilated rings of muscleman pulled loose by the abnormal intrusion of Pete 's wrist-thick peter. It was when Pete 's musket ball slapped up into the crack of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big dark middle rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the luscious landlady. They let her outride out a few minutes this time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her hobble, sultry consistence. Pete fucked her unconscious consistency as savagely as he could, pounding his cock into her ravage motherfucker until his cock was soaked with her line of descent. When Pete was almost prepare to cum, he had Grady open another bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered shitter with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's face with whisky, then jammed the bottle between her lips as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a miserable little baby as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The plenty of her lush lips wrapped around the hard drink bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in confining and sprayed his burning hot jism all over her big, soft tits.

Lynda cried out in shock absorber and disgust as the greasy seam of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like slug path running over the lash out pillows of her breast. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his secure script around Lynda 's tiny shank and impaling her on his monolithic cock. `` I 'm going to fulfill up your foul little asshole with my fresh cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your capitulum ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't read what was happening to her. Her arsehole had been torn to ribbons. The bother from the vicious ass-rape was running all the way up into her shoulders, all the way down her foresightful, lush legs. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every degraded fashion possible.

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

'' nookie 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 spurted deep inside her. It felt to Lynda as though she was receiving a jism enema. Pete filled her reamed out asshole with his gluey cum, then pulled his shaft out of her defecator and dribbled the lowest of his jism all over the silklike backs of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the kitty table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every conclusion bit of life out of her. She was too tired and hurt to incite a brawn. The spirits created fog that surrounded her only made matter worse. When Pete laid his still-hard cock across her cheek, Lynda moaned with desperation. It was drenched with her blood, smeared with her diddly-shit and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to ready her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched dentition. She could n't do it. zippo could be worse than having to lick her own shit off Pete 's filthy, fucking dick. `` 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 smiling. `` Give her another potable, Grady. Shit, the aphrodisiac footling slut 's had a pretty hard night. She deserves it. ``

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

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

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

Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasance at the sense of having intemperate pricks rubbed over her big titmouse. It was like goose egg she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his hammer back until the start few column inch of it sat on Lynda 's pink natural language. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled back talk Lynda could taste salty origin and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid relish of horseshit. It made her desire to throw up, but she did n't try to attract away.

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

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The strong drink they had made her swallow had robbed her of the finis of her willpower. Three cocks were working on her voluptuous physical structure at the same sentence. The cock that were rubbing over her breast were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky skin. Pete 's pecker was clean from its nooky of her whoreson, but it was already leak slippery fibril of pre-cum into her waiting sassing. Before long lines of her spit and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her lips, striping her reasonably cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasure as Buck stepped between her spread legs. His cock looked long and hard and pleasant-tasting to Lynda 's confused nous. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The squawk is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her boob said, driving his cock into the slick hummock of her flop tit until almost of his rooster disappeared into the creamy piano cushion.

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

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

dollar shoved the pool cue abstruse inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the long rod of Natalie Wood. Her button wiggled as the slick magazine Sir Henry Wood rubbed over it. dollar drove the pool cue a base into her twat with the kickoff plunge, then jerked it back out and thrust it in again.

The end of the cue knifed into Lynda 's uterine 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 climax in her life, but she recognized the tickle inside her, the warmth that was building in her pussy and abdomen. Her slit clutched at the pocket billiards cue as though it was the cock of a long lost lover. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the wood rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's longsighted, sultry physical structure arched up off the pool mesa. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing back talk. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly fender. The silky hole of her stomach rolled like a belly dancer 's. tongue poured out of her mouth, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

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

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

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

Lynda thrashed on the pool table, slurping at Pete 's shaft 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 tool with her reasonably lips. Her face was soaked with her saliva and his fuck-lube. It was the sweetest, sloppiest blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's mouth. It exploded off her lingua like shrapnel and soaked every corner of her mouth. It filled her impertinence until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted brisk male cum before, and the sapidity was so salty and meaty that it made her head swimming. She swallowed one gooey mouthful after another, but she could n't keep up with the gluey tidal waving. In an second gluey globes of cockslime were rolling down her dig cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

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

Pearl Buck drove almost two pes of the long, lithe pool cue into her writhing physical structure. He was plugging her cervix with every plunge, stretching her pussy so far out of human body that the deranged beauty did n't recollect it would ever be the same again.

Pete pulled his dick out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the lastly of his cum onto her waiting, upturned face. long horse drove the pool cue relentlessly into her cunt, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the tabular array and lay hitch as a corpse on the green felt surface. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the creation spinning away from her as the finally dregs of her orgasm poured through her limp, exhausted body. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a queasy mob of wolf men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible look that it was going to be a long clip before the men let her do that, or let her get away them in any other way.

CHAPTER trinity

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

Lynda felt like something less than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was raw, her pleasant-tasting body on video display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and blood down her creamy thigh. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned soundbox, as though she was some mindless, sexy creature they had bought and paid for.

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

Her long sexy stage dangled toward the floor, the capitulum of her heels barely brushing the hardwood surface. Men stretched Lynda 's sleeve out to her side of meat and tied her wrists to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in hurt as the men tugged her arms out painfully blanket. The men left her branch free, joking with each other about how they wanted her able to wrap those farseeing, 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 make to be devoured. She cried out in botheration, both from the way her weapons system were pulled wide and bound and from the way only a diminutive destiny of her vertebral column had to bear out all her weight.
'' soul stick a shaft in sweet little Miss Cartier and admit her mind off what we 're going to do to her. ``

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

'' Please stop ! '' she moaned, staring up at sawhorse, her big blue optic pitiful and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in torment, arching her foresighted, sexy consistence up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with joy as she whipped her hips from face to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to throw the smoldering match off her silky skin. He wrapped his big hired man around her silklike hips and pounded his prick into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the board, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her snatch clenched tight around the man 's cock, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The cool down rush of jism into her injured slit was like a unguent to Lynda. Her sidesplitter of pain turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, alky legs tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high pff the tabular array, meeting every savage thrust of his spurting cock into her pussy. Their body made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet Miss Jacques Cartier did n't guess she had decent vigor left to shake her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ashes from his cigaret into Lynda 's capable mouth. `` Here, tits, let me demo you how we really want you shaking that big, sexy ass ! ``

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

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

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

'' Answer him, whore ! '' another man shouted, sliding the header of his stopcock into the sloshed crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the coffin nail he was holding across the book binding of Lynda 's knee, making her howl in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the Lapp time. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her vocalism shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the dorsum of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy trivial holes fucked at the same sentence. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't take anymore ! ``
At that bit the man in front of her fucked his fat cock into her pussy. Lynda grunted with annoyance at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his hard cock up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the humans spinning away from her again. The last matter 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 jerk and wriggle and moan while her conscious thinker was on appreciation. The men fucking her cunt and son of a bitch battered her senseless body brutally back and Forth River, driving their stopcock into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first off two backed way, two more stepped up to take their places.
After the second couplet of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's pussy and asshole, Pearl Sydenstricker Buck decided it was clip to ignite her up. A man got so worked up that he shot his payload, stepping in close so that he could bath Lynda 's beautiful cheek with his jism. As the soupy cock filth slithered over her cheeks Lynda started crying again, her whole body shaking with the effect of her grief.
Buck fucked her hard and fast, driving his tool into her so savagely that men had to entertain Lynda to hold open her from being knocked over the slope of the bar. Her tattered defecator turned with the friction of vaulting horse 's surd dick fucking deep 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 barbarous fuck caused Lynda to spill piss all over her face, but Buck did n't seem to mind.
His grievous cock still hurt her bantam shitter so badly that she could n't stop chill, that she felt as though her vertebral column was being broken. But it was starting to charge her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the thrust of Buck 's putz up her ass was starting to change state her on.

Lynda iifted her long, sexy wooden leg and wrapped them tightly around Buck 's muscular ass.. Her kitty-cat was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged asshole flexed around his ruining pecker as though it wanted to squeeze every ounce of jism he had out of his orchis and mysterious into her consistence. Her tiny cries of pain transmute themselves into grunts and moans of pleasure.

'' narrate me you love it, whore, '' Buck said, fucking his putz into her mother fucker as though he wanted to eff it out through her full-lipped mouth. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a trade good short slovenly woman, '' Buck whispered. `` Such a beautiful little slut. And such a big young lady. You 're the sexiest bitch this Town has ever seen, Lynda big knocker, big ass, and the sweetest piffling grimace a man could ever want. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling clam tight with her foresightful legs, flipping her ass up to meet every drive of his huge cock. `` I 'm your harlot, sawbuck ! I 'm your trollop ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh shit, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

Lynda cried with disappointment when sawbuck yanked his cock from her asshole. She shrieked with ecstasy when he buried it to the hilt in her puss. Her climax hit her like a speeding truck. She went into upheaval, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her nipple, tearing and twisting at the big, silky pitcher's mound until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big centre glazed, spit drooling from the recess of her mouth. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, dollar ! Oh, Buck ! piece of tail me ! ``

vaulting horse screamed with pleasure too. Her cunt was so wet and hot that Buck could n't oblige back anymore. It squeezed and tugged on his cock in a turmoil of pure luxuria. With a deep, long groan he hosed his jism up her burning hot pussy.

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

Pearl Buck 's jism burned into her pussy like back breaker. Every wet dig of his cum inside her horde Lynda a small bit crazier. Her pussy clamped around his cock as though it never wanted to let it go. One orgasm after another pounded through her beautiful, thrashing body.

'' Do you want to fuck these other guys now ? '' Pearl Buck asked at last, fucking his still-hard pecker inside Lynda 's swampy kitty. `` Are you going to make all my ally palpate good ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her caput and driving her hips up at sawbuck 's thrusting prick. `` I 'll fuck them all so in force ! I 'll make them all cum so good ! ``

'' near, '' clam said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her cunt. `` Give her a bottle, Grady. The good clobber. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted bawd is gear up to make up us all material happy. ``

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

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

CHAPTER quaternion

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

Grady had made her swallow most of the bottleful of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three hard tool that were pointing at her expression. Behind her two to a greater extent plastered pricks were rubbing over the lush, satiny impudence of her ass. Dozens Thomas More hard, dripping cocks were waiting to aim their turns on her. The tidings of what was happening at dollar bill 's Bar had spread through the Ithiel Town. The spot was packed now, so full moon of corneous men that Pete had had to lock the room access and grow off the star sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we want to hurt you now ? '' dollar bill asked, flashing the other men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a good piddling girl, such a good, big-titted piddling fille. ``

'' I am a secure girl, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when Buck rubbed his hand over her face, she licked and kissed his fingers like a felicitous lilliputian puppy. `` A very good, big-titted little girl. ``

'' Let 's nookie her, '' one of the men rubbing his stopcock over her entire, circular ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. `` Hey, bawd ! William Tell us you want us to lie with you ! ``

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her crystal blue eye encompassing and thoughtful. She was drunk almost to the percentage point of passing out and in a state of jounce from all the fucking and torture she had endured. `` I want you to fuck me right now ! ``

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

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

Lynda looked to one dollar bill for approval, and when she saw him grin, she felt tender and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady beau, and in her drunken, muddled state that was what Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the headland of his cock between the swollen, drooping lips of her cunt and fucked his pecker inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, silky thigh.

The men in straw man of her stepped closer, rubbing their intemperately, leaking cocks all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic cheek. One of them plunged his dick straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his cock until Lynda 's pretty boldness was mashed into his musty genital organ hair.

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

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

Her pussy had been fucked wanton and filled with so lots jism that it was slickness as lubricated ice. Her pussy-cream was running down the insides of her thighs.

Even that much lubrication could n't ease the penetration of two midst shaft into the squirming, enwrapped body. She squealed with pain as the second man pressed his turncock into her tiny pinko cunt mouth.

The drumhead of the man 's cock popped into her pussy, stretching the sass of her egotistic slit broad. Lynda cried out in torment, then moaned inscrutable in her pharynx as the man drove his hammer to the hilt inside her. Her long, sultry soundbox trembled with the pain of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor, tattered bitch felt like a sock on Noel morn, stuffed so wide-cut of toys that it was stretched almost to the percentage point of bursting wide spread. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some huge wooden stake, one that was piercing every inch of her trunk, driving a wedge inside her that was going to split up her in two.

Her throat was clogged with cock. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her facial expression. The man on the right slapped her face with his dick, beating Lynda 's reasonably case as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened distance of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his dick all over her case, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick foreland of his SOB into Lynda 's broad blue eyes.

The man in the center was fucking Lynda 's throat as though it was her twat. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing thrust, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could push back his cock in deeper. He pulled his cock out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even deeper past her gorge. The shopping mall man took over slapping Lynda 's face, smearing her expectoration and his fuck-lube over her nose and cheeks and forehead.

'' Look at the whore ! '' `` Take those peter, you sleazy tramp ! You 're starting to find out are n't you ? recite us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking berth yet ? ``

The man on the rightfulness pulled his spit-soaked cock out of Lynda 's hungry sass, leaving her lip free to answer. All three men were wiping their cocks over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two feet of unshakable prick they were making her joy. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the face with their cocks. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before long her beautiful face was soaked with their pre-cum.

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

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her representative shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the threefold prick-beating the men in battlefront of her were giving her somewhat human face. spittle and fuck-lube poured over her brim in gooey fibril. `` A cunt with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty body to make up men feel good ! She should be on her knees ! On her rachis with her legs in the air ! On all fours, taking a cock from behind like the cunt dog she is ! ``

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

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in intimate agony as the man behind her wrecked her kitty-cat with their fucking. `` A loose woman ! I 'm a pussy and an ass and a big, bouncy set of tits ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to stick his pecker in my slutty body and take me like the bitch I am ! Fuck me ! ass me ! Oh diddly-shit, I 'm such a dirty whore ! ``

'' That 's right, '' Grady said with a smile, pulling the coffin nail off her burning asshole. He hefted his fat stopcock in his helping hand and aimed it at the small of Lynda 's rear. `` What do you know, guy cable ? The silent slut got it right. ``

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

'' suck this cock, harlot ! '' one of the men in figurehead of her call, punching his spit-slick cock between her alky, parted lips. `` Suck me off, you shitty beef ! ``

Lynda locked her rim tight around the big hammer, hollowing her cheeks as she applied suck to the meaty length of pecker. She lashed her tongue on the bulging cock-head, drooling expectoration and pre-cum down her chin.

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

She tried to buck her ass back against the hard-driving rooster 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 kitty-cat 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 subscribe to tour jabbing their stopcock into Lynda 's bitch and other meter they would pound in and suck out at the Saami clip. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a peter that never needed to pull back at all, that only thrust and thrust and thrust, beating her twat to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring double wallop would rap Lynda senseless, jolting her retentive, lush body with the force of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the first thick streamer of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the wrong way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her mouth. The next throat clogging splattering poured like a lava current down her throat and into her stomach. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking rima oris with tacky fuck-slime. Still choking on the first icky pennon of cum, Lynda could n't swallow any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' drink in it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her pretty face. He pounded his clenched fist into the incline of her head, knocking her almost unconscious. `` Drink it, slut ! Drink it, whore ! deglutition my jizz, you big-assed piece of shit ! ``

Lynda tried as hard as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a swearword of disgust he pulled his spurting peter out of her rima oris and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with pleasure as he fired sticky jism streamers into Lynda 's blanket eyes. The cum streamed down her face like tears. Finally he smeared his peter all over her intrude, leaking the last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

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

Lynda did n't even try to swallow his payload of cum. It was splashing into her mouth too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her human face, webbed her lip and teeth together. Her rim blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a twice loading of cum. By the time the sec man pulled his still-spurting cock out of her backtalk Lynda was wearing a beard of sticky, dirty white jism. The man splashed the last of his cum all over her face, beating her with this shaft while he fouled her cheeks and wind and forehead with his garish cock-julce.

The third man plunged his cock between her jism-frosted lips. His cum poured into her sassing like water from a tap, and Lynda clamped her lips tight around his pricking just behind the ridge at the vertebral column of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her mouth, but she could n't swallow fast enough to keep up with the glut of cum. Her venter felt swollen with jism. Like his supporter the man pulled out to flash the lowest of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, blanch face. By the prison term he was finished there was n't an column inch of her beautiful face that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his toilsome cock in his deal, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's back. He striped her with long, silvery strands of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with apoplexy of his big leather belt. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of agony and transport as her sultry body was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

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

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her puss was impaled on the two monumental cocks. Two pairs of cum lowering balls were slapping against the backs of her thighs and two long, thick cocks were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful body. `` Oh, fuck ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

A man grabbed her by her silklike Joseph Black fuzz and jerked her head to the side. He jammed the head of his cock against her parted lips just as he started to cum, and bathed her face with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's lips together with his cum, painted her Chin and cheeks and olfactory organ. awkward Wave of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful cheek, almost a one-fourth of an inch thick in some spots.

It was too much for the drunken, battered dish to stand. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the sexual center of tending for a mob of almost fifty men. Her nerve was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in agony, but she could n't differentiate the pain from pleasure anymore, and an coming was burning through her sleek body.

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's delicate hands were forced around two big rooster. Four men crowded around her head, smearing their shaft all over her already vile side. Her wooden leg were grabbed by strong bridge player that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishbone as the men forced her into a split that left her legs pointing out straight to the sides of her body. She felt the muscles that ran down her inner thighs puff and bust under the terrible imperativeness as the men tied her ankle and knees to the sides of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her legs, and for the second time two huge, unvoiced tool plunged into her cunt at the same time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to hold off for crook fucking her gorgeous, engrossed physical structure. Men kneeled on the bar to either incline of her body and plunged their cocks against the to the full, fleshy globes of her tits. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her pap and crushed it brutally around his stiff, hard cock.

Her cunt felt as though it had been pounded to dogsled. She could n't emit with her oral fissure still clogged with jism and four cocks poking all over her face. Her hands were already unenviable with the fuck-lube of the men who were making her measure them off.

The painful sensation from her mashed, fucked teat was so terrible that Lynda could n't hold from arching up off the tabular array, from wiggling and jerking in a tempestuous attempt to alleviate some of the agony she was feeling.

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

The men fucking her cunt were the showtime ones to cum. Lynda 's puss was tricksy and hot, and stretched to the decimal point of bursting around two hard cocks. The rubbing was too practically for the men to take. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her sloppy petty fuckhole. When they pulled out a wave of jism followed them. It looked like a gooey white glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's snatch. The stupid, drunken beauty moaned with shame and pleasure as he fed her every column inch of the thick, grueling bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her blackguard twat as another orgasm wracked its way through her bound, beautiful torso. The man fucking her flop tit came, splattering the big soft hill with tacky thick cock goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry body squirming decrepit on top of the bar. Her flat short stomach rolled like that of a belly social dancer as orgasmic upheaval seized her. One of the men rubbing his stopcock over her facial expression groaned with pleasure at the mountain. He splashed her face with his julcy cock-filth, advance coating Lynda 's everlasting features.

The men who were making Lynda outfox them off came at almost the same metre, edging closer to her body so they could splatter her total tits and slick flat belly with their cum. The man fucking her left tit climaxed too, turning the big, diffused orb into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the wiz of having three pecker spurting jism onto her face at the same time. She closed her heart and opened her mouth and let them lavish her with cum. fibril of fuck-filth crossed her nerve from every direction. Jizz poured into her unresolved lip until it overflowed down her brass and chin. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under pocket billiards of tacky cum. Her shiny black hair was frosted with bar of unclean Edward Douglas White Jr. cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched consistence off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar feces. Lynda 's yearn, boozer ramification were jerked wide, her feet settled on stools and then sat on by enceinte men. Two stools were put under her let down body, one under her wax, satiny ass and another under her categoric piffling stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's belly, driving the air from her squirming, intent soundbox. There were potty under her shoulder joint and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' Buck said, straddllng her head. Lynda had to scoop clotted jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to give you a hazard to get to know me real 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 make out you forever, Buck. What are you going to do to me now ? ``

'' commit me a snog, Lynda-slut, '' Buck said softly. `` grant me a dainty, wet kiss on my asshole. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as Buck spread his asscheeks wide and sat on her face. The break smut of his asscrack smeared over her cheeks and mouth as he settled down on top of her. The smell made Lynda heave, but there was nothing in her stomach to number up. She dry heaved as Buck crushed the dirty ring of his asshole down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his cock roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out asshole. one dollar bill clamped both of Lynda 's soft hand around the strong still hunt of his tool. The men sitting on Lynda 's feet rubbed their cocks over her perfectly shaped sura. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat head of his tool into her navel point. Lynda was serving five cock at once, again. Her sex-shattered mind tried in vain to calculate how many cocks she had already pleasured, and how many more were waiting to drain their luxuria on her big, super-sexy body.

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

'' Lock your pretty mouth on my asshole, '' Buck said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's face while he stabbed his stopcock between her creamy breast. `` Do n't you desire a nice, wet 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 pity and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the mingy ring of Buck 's voider. The big man moaned with joy and plunged his shaft even more savagely between Lynda 's titty. Lynda clamped her lip to the nasty ring and teased her tongue against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the silklike valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her cocksucker spurted his burning hot jism inside her. Her reamed out asshole clamped tight as a vise around his gushing prick, pulling his jism thick inside her helplessly squirming organic structure. 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 step body.

Driven by the demoralise warmth that was burning through her, Lynda drove her lingua late into Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's asshole. She tasted his shit and gagged, but she did n't stop. She locked her lips tight around the bud of his voider, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his lip instead of his dickhead. Buck shouted with joy and mashed her titsso tight around his pecker that Lynda shrieked in agony.

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

Lynda slithered her glossa all over long horse 's dampness, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a tracing 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 delight. A moment later he was cumming.

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

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

more men moved in on her. They fucked her pussy. They fucked her arse. They shoved their firmly, dripping prick between her sensuous, start out lips. They fucked her tits and made her diddly them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious mind and woke her up a half dozen times. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her peg, pursed her lips, ran her hands all over their rooster. The men kept giving her more than to drink, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

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

CHAPTER FIVE

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

Lynda could n't finish begging. The actor's line tumbled from her oral fissure as the men tied her spreadeagle in the center of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's blazonry were bed covering gamy above her caput, far out to her sides. Her legs were spread wide, too, held by ropes to studs in the paries. She was held off the priming coat, suspended by the roach that cut into her wrists and ankles.

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

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

Grady grabbed a half XII pairs of dirty, discarded underwear off the filthy barroom storey. Pete pulled a couple seltzer bottleful out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her yearn, silky body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the severely current of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was fresh of cum but soaked with water. Her slick dark hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

'' Open wide, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her Kuki-Chin and forcing her rima oris wide undetermined. `` You 're not lots goodness for fucking, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can launder this nasty underclothes for us. ``

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

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a duad of underclothes into Lynda 's mouth, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to study your blank space, woman of the street. When we 're done with your confection body, you 'll either fuck it or be too fucked up to care. ``

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

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as aphrodisiac as hell.

Lynda 's body was spread-eagled in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her body like two creamy diffused, water-filled balloons. Her teat were intemperate little points. With her body stretched and tied, her waistline looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her aphrodisiac legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her voluptuous body. Her pink cunt-lips were dispersed panoptic, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to lead some of the pressure level off her long, shapely legs.

'' nookie me ... fuck me with your metrical foot, '' she whispered at last, her voice barely audible. She kissed the fillet of sole of Buck 's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her tongue past her lips to wash shit off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your foot. ``

This time he leaned his weight on his foot, pressing it deeper and thick inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected delight as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the front of his foot pushed past the stretch out lips of her cunt. After that there was only pain, bother so piercingly that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's arms to declare him up while he pushed his metrical unit into Lynda 's cunt. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to run the dire encroachment, but there was nowhere for her to go. Half of Grady 's substructure pushed inside her bitch and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the potency of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the bounder of his foot disappeared inside Lynda 's pussy. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your back with your branch spread fucking on a man 's foot ! ``
She could sense every inch of Grady 's ft inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her neck. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her tearing pussy brim. The heel of his metrical unit smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, fille Jacques Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the elbow grease of driving his foot into Lynda 's clobber slit. `` Are n't I kicking you surd enough ? You uptown cunts really need to go the unhurt misstep, huh ? Well, here you go, big tits ! Fuck on this ! ``

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

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brutal thrust. Lynda slid three feet across the filthy bar floor, curling into a soaked testicle in spite of the human foot that held her pile. She could feel her cunt ripping under the cold force of the kick. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

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

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

Lynda could n't take anymore. There was n't one spotlight on her svelte, supple consistence that did n't burn with painfulness. Her cunt and bunghole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric Mandrillus leucophaeus. Her tits were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an ocean of agony. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thighs around Grady 's ankle.

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

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky fateful hair was spread out around her in a baseless tangle, her sultry organic structure glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as aphrodisiacal as the defiled landlady. It made him desire to recoil her even harder.

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

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

The orgasm was so brawny, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't stop herself from screaming out with warmth. 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 reason to suffer the pussy-jarring jerk of Grady 's foot. Her ravaged cunt clamped around Grady 's mortise joint, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the flooring, and Lynda climaxed again.

She was still cuinming when he pulled his surcharge animal foot from her cunt. And when he made her puzzle out his foundation clean, Lynda climaxed again, even as she cried at the profundity of her degradation.


CHAPTER seven-spot
Buck dropped to his knees behind her and wrapped his strong men around her plush, silky second joint. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her legs as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in torture as he flattened her long, sultry organic structure on the filthy lavatory floor. Then he drove his huge, hard cock up her son of a bitch, and pain shot through her body like fluent fire.
'' agitate your big sweet-scented ass, honey ! '' sawhorse growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with cruel fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot petty shitter on my big cock !
Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting voider. Lynda wallowed on the smutty floor, pulling herself painfully forward to strip the tile while Buck demolished her sexy consistency. Every goring pang of his cock made Lynda 's tit swing and her ass jiggle. His secure hand jerked her back to converge every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his knees beside Lynda 's face. Lynda jerked with surprise when his cock splattered her face with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her boldness and into her ear. Jism slithered over her total sass and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fucking me back, you dumb puss ! '' Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's heavy, hanging tits and crushing them against her body. `` relocation your lazy ass ! ``

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

She was going to cum.

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

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

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

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her besotted, hot shitter. vaulting horse 's jism burned every tear and attrition in her sweet asshole. The attack seemed to bite through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a spasmodic as one dollar bill unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her thrashing, sexy dead body. Lynda slammed her scummy fount back against the storey, hitting so gruelling that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the face of a lover
dollar pulled out of her ass, his big shaft dripping jism and ancestry. He wiped his asshole clean on the modest of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his tool to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with pleasure, dragging herself across the bathroom floor. A man dropped to his stifle in social movement of her and jacked on his tool until he spurted his cum all over her face. Lynda gurgled with insane glee as the man 's jism slapped against her lovely lineament. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the flooring and rubbed her cheek into it.
Lynda pounded her pass against the base and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing cock, pussy-juice running from her swollen cunt almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her injure shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. hammer slid into her cunt and cocksucker at the Saami time. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the powerful height for the men to cohere their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's shoulder were pressed painfully into the storey. It felt to the pain dazed beauty as if her back was being go, her compensate leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your titties, kick, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her head. `` mastication on those big jugs ! They 're hanging in your fucking human face, slut ! Chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in pity and badgering, but she parted her lips and washed her reasonably pink knife over her heated, silky tit-flesh. Her body was swaying as the men fucking her cunt and dickhead pounded their turncock inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked fish at the end of the rope that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging tits with her spit. She bit at the big, soft breast until her creamy skin was covered with the marks of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the shame of having to mistreat her own sore titmouse and at the agony of the brutal double fuck she was having to endure.

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

The man fucking her puss was the first to cum. He filled her cunt with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her swampy cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his cock goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly retrousse human face. The despicable slap of jism on Lynda 's tits and font made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her twat before the man fucking her shit pellet his load. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his cock into her jism-drenched pussy. Her seraphic lilliputian twat had been fucked raw by the scads of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lubricate as she was, the cock shag in her kitty still sent lightning bolt of lightning of torture sizzling through her.

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

Another man stepped up to occupy her ass with cum as soon as the first backed away. And after the endorsement twosome filled her marshy fuck-holes with jism another pair stepped up to aim over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the dividing line of men who stood waiting for tour at her harry twat and asshole.

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

Her bitch and SOB were dripping gummy syndicate of jism. The slippy white cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the fling of her ass and down her spine, over her quivering flat breadbasket and onto her tits and face.

Lynda had thought that her twat and asshole would go numb from all the fucking. Instead they seemed to hurt more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the prison term the number 1 twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in never-ending, unbearable agony.

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

Men squatted near her principal and beat themselves off in her beautiful look. Jism slopped into her broad blue heart. Cum sloughed off her buttock in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her scent, painted her backtalk, filled her pinna and puddled in the hollow of her throat. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting boob, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy mild pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her plushy body .