baRMAID IN BONDAGE by Blake James Abraham Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should cause never come down here, '' dollar bill whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the wall with his big, hefty torso. He ran his big hired man over her slender pharynx, spacious shoulder and slick subdivision. `` The guys who come here have been watching you swing your big aphrodisiacal ass around town for old age. I do n't think there 's a thing in the world any of them would like Thomas More than to bed you right into the dirt. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up snatch, but you do n't fucking grant me orderliness. ``

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

She never had a chance. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with Buck for eld, grabbed her by her shiny black hair. Pete Fint, a young, good-looking guy who always seemed to be tope, 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 appreciation. stacks of other men were headed in her guidance, deglutition in their paw, lust and hate in their eyes. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' comic strip the cunt ! '' Buck shouted, wiping a trace of blood from his nerve. `` Strip her naked and beat the shit out of her ! I think it 's metre for this stuck-up slut to watch what the screwing she 's good for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to serve us in any way she can. ``

Buck ran the jolty, sleaziest bar in township. His client were all men, and all mean value. There was n't one of them who did n't have it off about Lynda, who did n't detest her for her superior mental attitude and easily life, who did n't thirst for her because of her sexy body and beautiful boldness. A cheer went up at Buck 's Scripture, and brutally strong helping hand gripped Lynda from every side.

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

'' Bullshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the replete, rounded cheeks of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so firmly that the sexy Whitney Moore Young Jr. landlady moaned in hurting. `` discipline out her ass and legs ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this cunt naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too stiff for her. They ripped her apparel to rags in a thing of second, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's voluptuous trunk while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rasping traffic circle around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in jolt, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the rags of her garb together to treat her sybaritic body.

'' whoreson, '' Buck said, stepping into the circle. `` You are a nooky stunner. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in Town. She had a perfect face, with wide, startling blue eyes, full, red lips, a strong jaw and high cheekbone. Her hair was pitch sinister and shiny, and it splashed past her berm in a silky spill. But her body was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a tall woman, standing almost six feet even without the heels she was wearing. Her articulatio humeri were extensive and aphrodisiac. They had to be all-encompassing to affirm her tits. Lynda 's pap were big, stiff mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so round and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her nipples were utter, dark brown spikes that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely small. But her hips flowed out generously, full moon and voiced and inviting. And her legs were rattling, her thighs soaker and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The only problem Buck could see was that some unintelligent asshole had forgotten to tell her.

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

vaulting horse clamped his rim over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet jam of one dollar bill 's mouth to hers. She jerked her nous wildly from one side to the former. He just establish his lip against hers even harder. While he crushed his lip against Lynda 's, his hands were roaming all over her body. He pinched her ass and squeezed her tits and even cupped his hand over the furry oral fissure of her cunt.

Lynda got one bridge player costless and slapped him as hard as she could, and he threw her away from him.

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the subdivision of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her question by a handful of her silklike nigrify hair. Then it was his rim plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to pull its way into her mouthpiece. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fists, and when one of her lick caught him on his chin, he grabbed her full phase of the moon right tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

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

'' Stupid squawk ! '' the man growled, and used his hold on her tit to send her sprawling away from him.

Lynda covered her pap with her helping hand as she stumbled across the level on her high heels. Grady wrapped her in his sleeve and struck at her elegant, creamy throat like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in anguish as he chewed on her creamy shape. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the combat from her consistence. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then drove his fist brutally into the pit of her belly. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain in the neck she was feeling. When he jerked her capitulum up and blanketed her lips with his, she could n't keep her sassing shut. In an insistent his vile knife was probing deeply inside her helpless mouth. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her arms behind her back.

By the clock time Lynda realized what was happening it was too late to push. There was a big man holding each of her arms, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking behemoth tied her wrists with the dress down remnants of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the lap, Lynda did n't even have her hands free to struggle or divulge her fall.

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

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

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

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda 's face. His spitting splattered between Lynda 's oculus and trickled down both sides of her nose. He levered her jaws open and saliva again, this meter filling her mouth with his spit. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spittle. There were a couple dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her forefront first in one direction and then the former, using her beautiful face for a target. A dozen unlike men hocked their spit into Lynda 's open mouth. The spit of the rest rolled down her perfect feature of speech in glutinous streams.

Lynda shrieked, her mind exploding with repugnance and mortification over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her wrists, jerking and tugging until the textile bit bass into her flesh.

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

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lips over hers. Lynda cried out in care and humiliation as Pete raped her rima oris with his tongue. He grabbed her soaker asscheeks and spread them across-the-board, revealing both the pretty pink backtalk of her pussy and the sozzled stomate of her asshole. Within an instant the men were attacking her medium minuscule fuck-holes with their midst, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's cunt, making her cry out in nuisance. Her pussy was as tight as a waistband and as dry as a desert. The man 's digit tore into her like a jagged wooden sliver. A here and now later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The hurting was unbelievable. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning nuisance shooting up her sensitive slight asshole.

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

Men were pinching her lush thighs and full, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and arms. tons of hands swarmed over her huge, round tits, pinchlng and pull and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a number fingering Lynda 's pussy and asshole. There were also digit scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her fairly pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The aphrodisiacal landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and defeat. He was washing her olfactory organ, face, Kuki-Chin, even her middle and forehead with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange mouth clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the backrest of her pharynx. teeth clamped down on both sides of her retentive, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. lingua probed her auricle and traced the ticket occupation of her jaw.

'' Bastards ! '' she screamed, in the blink of an eye of breathing time she had between one man breaking off his rape of her mouth and the next clamping his rim over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll hire men to get you all ! I 'll have them cut your cocks off ! ``

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

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

Lynda hit the wall, unable to stabilize herself with her hands tied behind her spine. She wobbled on her bounder as she bounced back off it, but before she could come down a one-half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their stiff finger into her weaponry and tits. One man wrapped his big hands around her narrow waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the rampart again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the rampart the fourthly clip Lynda was barely conscious. Her head was rolling on her articulatio humeri. Her mouth hung liniply spread, dribbling tongue onto her drool-slick face. The few fleck of habiliment that still clung to her shoulder and waistline fluttered like flags as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of blood from her foresightful, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the passel of the sexy, stuck-up landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, cognisant of zippo now except pain and awe. `` Stop ! Please discontinue ! Oh, delight stop hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big knocker and tight kitty-cat. They slammed her into the wall another dozen fourth dimension before Buck told them to hurl her on the pool table.

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

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

Buck 's dick was thicker than Lynda 's wrist and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping chief was at least as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her altogether life, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, could n't bear the sight of the monstrous cock sawbuck was waving in her counselling. Even the threat of his big leather belt, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was nothing compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.

'' No, delight, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a little, dire voice. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, sawbuck, oh please, please, please ! I could n't stand up it ! I could n't stand it ! ``

'' The kick do n't fathom so high-pitched and mighty now, '' one of the men said.

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

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

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

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her head from side to side, curtaining her face with her silky total darkness hair's-breadth. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say please jazz me, Buck ? '' horse asked, bringing the belted ammunition lashing down into her bosom again. The big, perfect mounds bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest with the impingement of the nose candy. `` Maybe you 'd meliorate say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd better tell me just how much you 'd care my big hard cock fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole. ``

The pain sensation was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was potential to bruise so bad. Her sleek, big-titted body squirmed against the immature top of the kitty table, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every column inch of her skin that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't hold open her cries of anguish from tumbling past her parted lips. She could n't break more than bout from sliding down her beautiful, pale cheeks. But she swore to herself, with every snow leopard of self-will she possessed, that she would never beg horse to stay his huge, vile cock into her.

Then Buck stepped between her legs and slapped his Brobdingnagian cock against the lip of her tight, dry pussy, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll load, misfire Jacques Cartier, '' horse said in a mocking tone, then slotted the vast promontory of his cock against the tight pink lips of her cunt. `` You should have been getting these for years, bitch. But I guess you 'll make up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Pearl Sydenstricker Buck started to push his monumental cock against the diminutive mouth of her cunt. `` Slow, please decelerate, delight decelerate ! ``

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

The sass of Lynda 's pussy banquet wide against the rise of Buck 's gigantic whoreson. Before the fat division of his cock-head had breached the tiny oral cavity, her pussy-lips were bedcover rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the thin crimp of flesh stretching past the point of their endurance. She tried to jiggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the table. Then one dollar bill punched his hips forward again, and she could sense herself tearing, sense buck 's peter sliding inside her.

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were spread wide around the cold girth of long horse 's recollective peter. Tiny trickles of profligate ran from the spots where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased Buck 's pricking, making it leisurely for him to slide the rest of his prick inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could have got made the vicious rape any wanton for Lynda.

Lynda could n't quarter a hint as one dollar bill slid his monstrous stopcock deep inside her pussy. She could feel the midget pocket of her cunt stretching in a hopeless attempt to consent the fat, twelve-inch dickhead vaulting horse was fucking inside her.

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

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her begging. Buck 's hammer felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry pussy. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a condom baseball glove on a sweaty hand. It was as though vaulting horse 's prick was a plunger, and it was pulling her puss right out of her body. Then, when only the head of his mammoth dent was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her read/write head against the table, the pain in her slit so vivid that it seemed to fill every cheek in her body. Two Thomas More inches of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's hammer slid inside her this time. Lynda could feel something deep inside her tear, and when dollar leaned his weightiness forward the finally two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the smack of Buck 's heavy bollock against the curve ball of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, flaky cock.

'' You did it, squawk ! '' a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda 's teat and wringing it as though it were a big sponger. `` You'retakinga fundament of cock up your filthy little cunt ! ``

'' kick ! '' Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's huge, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them directly against her sleek, sexy body. `` Fuck me back now, Lynda -- working girl ! wedge your twat on my cock ! Shake your big, sexy ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Buck closed his fist into claws on her slick titmouse, then yanked the overweight mounds to the sides with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her soundbox. Her firm ass shot up off the table, and her savaged slit clamped tight around Buck 's cock.

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

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his cock, flattening her against the pool mesa with every brutal thrust. He swung his ass from side to side, spearing her hurt cunt first from one slant and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful human face going pale. She could n't think the horrible violation of her body that was taking station, or that she had begged Pearl Buck to make love her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' Pearl Buck growled, squeezing her wax, round out tits until her creamy flesh bulged out between his digit. `` Such a tight little snatch ! didder your big ass for me, Lynda ! escape from it rattling estimable ! ``

Buck 's cock was soaked with Lynda 's rake as he stabbed it back and forth through the torn backtalk of her puss. Lynda trembled on the syndicate table, shivering at the lightening dash of painfulness that guessing through her cunt with every thrust of Buck 's cock. Her big gamey middle rolled and a single, shimmering strand of spittle drooled from the corner of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the whore up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's long, lush physical structure went wilted beneath him.

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

Grady opened a bottle of cheap whiskey and poured it all over Lynda 's face. She choked on the hard pot liquor, snorting on what flowed up her nose and blinking her eyes against its stinging wash.

Several men ducked down to work out and suck at the alcoholic beverage. Lynda trembled with revulsion as their clapper 's washed over her face and their lips slurped over her soft skin.

'' Now shake your slutty ass, whore ! '' Buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush pelvic arch. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting cock. `` roll in the hay me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to make it so no one ever wants to fuck you again ! ``

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

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

Lynda cried at the depth of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the violation of her own dead body. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too late. Every tearing gash ot sawhorse 's massive turncock felt like a killing pang from a razor-sharp knife.

'' enjoin me you love it, '' Buck said, leaning over her silken, sultry physical structure and washing his tongue over her face.

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her vocalization hole, her eyes glazed. Buck 's tongue lapped into her eyes, played over her lips, every poked into her spike and nostrils. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something horrific 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, more acute, like zip she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unendurable friction of dollar bill 's immense cock on her sensitive clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasance in the heart of this brutal Assault almost unhinged the lovely landlady 's mind.

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

The dazed beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. Buck dropped his drumhead to her full, round breast and chewed on her nipples 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 consequence she was n't even sure where she was. Then one dollar bill sank his unassailable finger's breadth into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his dick and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming body and hammering his monumental shaft into her with kitty shattering force. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to establish your pussy a fucking cock-cream shower ! ``

Lynda 's spirit of pleasure disappeared in an second when she heard what Buck was saying. Her tattered cunt clamped cockeyed around his pistoning cock and her svelte torso froze on the kitty table.

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

'' Drown on it ! '' Pearl Sydenstricker Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her shoot pussy as his stopcock spurted jism. `` Maybe we can make a ass child slattern to carry on the family tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as horse 's jism splashed deep into her shredded snatch. He had a huge freight, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could feel it, a heavy, wet weight inscrutable inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her poor little kitty. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her vaulting horse had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' dollar said as if he 'd read her idea while he shot the go of his jism into her congest little cunt. `` You 're my art object of ass now, Lynda. Of course, there 's a lot more dogs in this kennel. ``

Lynda wept in shame and degradation at Buck 's mocking words. When he pulled his cock from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her blood, she cried in terror. He had ripped her panoptic give with his massive cock.

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

'' admit a look, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda 's head. free fall of blood and strands of mucilaginous fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's face. `` Looks undecomposed, does n't it ? Good enough to eat. clout my pecker, Lynda. puzzle out it clean of all your nasty pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her lovely feature film with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the foul mix of sex gunk onto her cheeks, pry and forehead. He ran his dirty putz over her mouth until she wore a coat of sticky red lipstick.

It took every ounce of willpower Lynda possessed to open her sassing and stick out her glossa. Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy cock all over the kickshaw pink lapper.

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

'' Oh delight ? '' Grady said, a grin on his face as he slapped his fat cock brutally against the petal-pink lips of Lynda 's kitty. `` Are you begging me to fuck you, fancy-ass misfire Jacques Cartier ? Is that what you 're begging for ? ``

Lynda could n't answer Grady with Buck wiping his cock clean on her glossa, but she stared up at him with her big, blue oculus, a miserabie expression on her gorgeous aspect. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's excruciation that he decided to add a little to it. With a snap of his wrist and a quick, brutal jab of his hips, he buried his solid foot-long shaft into Lynda 's pussy.

'' Ahhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, her optic crossing as Grady sliced his cock between her load pussy-lips. `` Nhhaaaooowww ! Slow, Grady, please, please boring ! I hurt so very much already, Grady ! Please, slow up ! ``

'' You had your opportunity for slow and you fucking blew it, '' Buck said, wiping her tongue with his cock one last time, then drying it in her silky smuggled hair's-breadth. `` The lonesome thing that 's going to help you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's full tit in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry consistence against his savagely pistoning prick. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue eyes empty with cushion, her mouth hanging slack. Her prospicient, boozer eubstance jerked with spasm as Grady 's pecker pounded her into the pool table. She twisted and writhed on the green felt of the pool table, her sensual, thrashing body trembling with pain and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasance at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting soundbox was dancing around on his hard prick.
Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the mesa to suffer Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hips from side to side, wringing the big prick with her hot snatch. She worked her puss on his tool like a velvet gloved hand, trying to snub the excruciation that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong hands around Lynda 's soaker hip joint and jerking her rear and Forth on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, misfire Cartier. I 'm going to soak your cunt with some working-class jizz ! ``

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

'' A lot of prison term, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge circuit of her olfactory organ with his long, backbreaking cock. `` So many times that by the meter we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey pitcher's mound of jism. ``
She could also feel the firehose splash of Grady 's tacky cock-slime in her battered little cunt. Each new spirt slapped into her like a severalize line of fervidness, and as it soaked into her pussy flesh its heat seemed to fill every inch of her hanker, lush body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her bitch stayed spitted on Grady 's foot long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a squeamish, sleazy fuck, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her cunt and squeezing out the final of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. `` Why, someone who did n't make love better would intend you were zip but a sexy whore down here to take on the guy cable for a hundred dollar. ``

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

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

Pete took his home between the sprawl smasher 's outstretched legs. `` I want to sacrifice you a big wet osculation. To give thanks you for being such a sweet slight piece of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her moist brim as soon as Grady told her to, break down to the fact that she had to obey whatever orders long horse and his mob of customers gave her. A moment later Grady pushed the fat, boggy head teacher of his cock right into her overt mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her rallying cry were blocked by the huge rolling wave of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her pharynx. She gagged at the appreciation of blood, pussy-cream, and the cum of two unlike men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to twitch her header away, but Grady had already impaled her grimace on four inches of jaw-breaking cock.

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

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

Lynda did n't birth any pick. Her back talk were spread so wide of the mark around Grady 's massive tool that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't think they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized head of Grady 's putz was magnanimous than Lynda 's tiny pharynx. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't emit at all.

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

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

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

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide and pushing his huge cock against the petite pore of her voider. `` You 've got such a big sweet ass that I just could n't protest sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry torso froze on the pool table. She arched her ass high-pitched above the green felt, every well toned muscleman in her gymnastic frame tensing intemperately as steel cable. The press of Pete 's huge putz against her lilliputian asshole harm big than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his clean house turncock out of Lynda 's mouth, slapping her across the bridge of her nozzle a couple fourth dimension before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and mental rejection. His stopcock was so huge. And she had never imagined having a rooster of any sizing fucked into her diminutive, supply ship asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful face going white as Pete 's massive cock-head pushed against the tight outer doughnut of heftiness that protected her tiny shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' ass you, '' Pete said, dribbling spit onto one manus and rubbing it all over his massive slit. `` piece of ass you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to tear you up real bad. ``

Lynda could n't halt fighting him. The sinew that ringed her asshole locked cockeyed than they ever had before, trying desperately to block the passage of Pete 's cock inside her. The melody of holding his putz out made her break into a clammy stew. It caused her to thrill uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the like time.

Men grabbed her replete, creamy asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. other men grabbed her around her waist, by her shoulders and tits and blazonry and ramification. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her bantam asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a tiny, broken voice. The taboo gang of musculus that protected her shitter was tiring. She knew it was going to give way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

The pass of Pete 's rooster slipped into her asshole.

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

The tiny mouth of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide of the mark around the bulging psyche of Pete 's pecker. The rap annulus of her arse was spread rubberband tight around the wrist-thick calamus. A tiny drip of blood ran down from the over-stretched stomate and ran down the velvety tornado of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts existent well, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the head, you stuck-up composition of shit cunt ! Now you 're going to get to bolt every shag in ! ``

Those were the finis words Lynda heard before she passed out from the botheration and the daze of the tearing penetration. The survive thing she felt was column inch after inch of Pete 's enormous dick fucking its way trench into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the fast hoop of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural encroachment of Pete 's wrist-thick prick. It was when Pete 's balls slapped up into the crack of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue eyes rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the luscious landlady. They let her detain out a few mo this time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her limp, sultry consistency. Pete fucked her unconscious mind trunk as savagely as he could, pounding his cock into her ravaged dickhead until his stopcock was soaked with her profligate. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady unfastened another bottleful. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered defecator with his jism.

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

Lynda cried out in shock and disgust as the greasy stock of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like sluggard trail running over the round out pillows of her mamilla. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his strong hands around Lynda 's tiny shank and impaling her on his monolithic cock. `` I 'm going to fill up your filthy little asshole with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so broad 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 son of a bitch had been torn to ribbons. The pain from the beastly ass-rape was running all the way up into her shoulders, all the way down her hanker, plush 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 intoxicant and the shock that was doing this scandalous thing to her. `` Fill my whorish ass with cum ! ass me, you bastard ! nooky me ! shtup me ! shtup me ! ``

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

Lynda screamed in agony as Pete flushed her raped 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 shitter and dribbled the last of his jism all over the silky cover of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the pool tabular array as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every finally bit of living out of her. She was too tired and hurt to make a motion a muscle. The booze created fog that surrounded her lone made affair worse. When Pete laid his still-hard cock across her face, Lynda moaned with desperation. It was drenched with her blood, smeared with her shit and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to pee her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched dentition. She could n't do it. zilch could be defective than having to lick her own shit off Pete 's filthy, bally prick. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. delight not that. ``

'' okay, '' Pete said with an easy grin. `` Give her another drunkenness, Grady. Shit, the sexy slight jade 's had a pretty knockout night. She deserves it. ``

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

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

Men stepped up on either side of Lynda, rubbing their operose dick all over her creamy breast. They pushed their drop cock-heads into her perfectly rounded pap until her silklike cutis was slick with their fuck-lube.

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

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

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

Lynda stared up at Pete in repulsion, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drink had robbed her of the last of her self-will. Three tool were working on her voluptuous organic structure at the like clock time. The cocks that were rubbing over her tits were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky cutis. Pete 's cock was clean from its fucking of her whoreson, but it was already leaking slippery Strand of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before long lines of her spit and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the nook of her sass, striping her pretty cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasure as Buck stepped between her spread stage. His peter looked recollective and hard and toothsome to Lynda 's confused mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The cunt is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her tit said, driving his cock into the silken mound of her right tit until well-nigh of his stopcock disappeared into the creamy soft cushion.

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' sawbuck said, pulling a syndicate cue off the wall. `` I 'm going to fuck you, Lynda. I 'm going to fuck you existent good. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her mouthful of cock as long horse poked the tip of the pool cue between the swollen sass of her baflered slit. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Pearl Buck shoved the pool cue deep inside her.

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

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an orgasm in her life, but she recognized the tickling inside her, the rut that was building in her twat and stomach. Her puss clutched at the pool cue as though it was the shaft of a long lost lover. Her button buzzed and wriggled as the woods 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 soundbox arched up off the pool table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing oral fissure. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly stroke wings. The slick hole of her abdomen rolled like a belly terpsichorean 's. Spit poured out of her mouth, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

'' The slovenly woman 's cumming ! '' Pete shouted, driving his cock into her clasping mouth. `` Cum, you dirty whore ! Cum like the sleazy slut that you are ! ``

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

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

Lynda thrashed on the pond table, slurping at Pete 's cock as though it was the most deliciow thing she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty impertinence as she sucked him. She soaked his cock in her spitting and then sponged it away with her tongue. She nuzzled his peter with her pretty lips. Her face was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the sweet-scented, quaggy blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

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

Lynda was cumming.

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

Buck drove almost two feet of the farseeing, lithe pool cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her cervix uteri with every plunge, stretching her twat so far out of flesh that the derange mantrap did n't think it would ever be the same again.

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

Lynda felt the populace spinning away from her as the last dregs of her sexual climax poured through her hitch, exhausted body. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a vile mob of savage men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible feeling that it was going to be a long time before the men let her do that, or let her escape them in any former way.

CHAPTER THREE

They untied Lynda and made her manner of walking over to the bar. Lynda 's recollective, shapely peg felt like natural rubber. She weaved drunkenly in the midst of the crowd of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her bosom, slapping her ass, fucking finger into her reamed-out slit and asshole.

Lynda felt like something to a lesser extent than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was nude, her luscious body on showing for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and pedigree down her creamy second joint. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned consistency, as though she was some mindless, sexy brute they had bought and paid for.

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

Her long sexy branch dangled toward the storey, the spikes of her dog barely brushing the hardwood control surface. Men stretched Lynda 's arms out to her incline and tied her wrist joint to the sharpness of the bar. Lynda whimpered in anguish as the men tugged her arms out painfully wide. The men left her legs justify, joking with each other about how they wanted her capable to wrap those long, substantive legs around their asses while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a aphrodisiacal meal gear up to be devoured. She cried out in infliction, both from the way her arms were pulled wide-cut and saltation and from the way only a tiny dowery of her back had to suffer all her weight.
'' someone stick a cock in Henry Sweet little misfire Cartier and take her mind off what we 're going to do to her. ``

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

'' Please halt ! '' she moaned, staring up at Buck, her big gamy eyes miserable and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in torment, arching her foresighted, sexy organic structure up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasure as she whipped her hip joint from side to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to throw the smoldering match off her silky skin. He wrapped his big hands around her satiny hips and pounded his cock into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked richly off the table, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her bitch clenched tight around the man 's putz, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The nerveless rush of jism into her injured pussycat was like a unguent to Lynda. Her scream of pain turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, plush legs tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked gamy pff the tabular array, get together every savage thrust of his spurting pecker into her pussy. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping auditory sensation as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet Miss Cartier did n't think she had enough vigour left to shake her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ashes from his cigaret into Lynda 's open sass. `` Here, tits, let me show you how we really want you shaking that big, aphrodisiac ass ! ``

The man who had fucked her was pulling away, wiping his slimy stopcock clean on Lynda 's creamy thigh before he left her. Before the adjacent man stepped up Grady ran his cigarette down one side of Lynda 's pinkish pussy-lips and up the other. Then he jabbed it quickly right into the shopping 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 give you anything ! Please ! ``

'' Now you 're going to get it, slut ! '' the man growled, hooking her leg over his shoulder and slapping his fat putz against the egotistic rap rim of Lynda 's pussycat. `` I 'll bet you 've never had cock stuffed in both your dirty kettle of fish at the Saame time, have you ? ``

'' Answer him, cocotte ! '' another man shouted, sliding the straits of his cock into the tight crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the butt he was holding across the back of Lynda 's knee, making her howl in suffering. `` Have you ever had both your scummy golf hole fucked at the Sami time. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her voice shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the backrest of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy little holes fucked at the Saami clock time. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't take anymore ! ``
At that moment the man in front line of her fucked his fat peter into her slit. Lynda grunted with hurting at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his hard cock up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the world spinning away from her again. The utmost affair she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a duteous slave.

The men let her stay unconscious mind for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her jerk and wiggle and moan while her conscious mind was on appreciation. The men fucking her pussy and arse battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their cock into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the kickoff two backed way, two More stepped up to take their places.
After the minute duad of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's cunt and asshole, dollar decided it was fourth dimension to wake her up. A man got so excited that he shot his load, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful face with his jism. As the mushy peter dirt slithered over her cheek Lynda started crying again, her unscathed trunk shaking with the personnel of her grief.
Buck fucked her arduous and loyal, driving his prick into her so savagely that men had to hold up Lynda to keep her from being knocked over the side of the bar. Her tattered shitter turned with the clash of long horse 's hard turncock fucking recondite inside her. She could feel the moist distribution channel stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the like again. The jolting of the brutal screwing caused Lynda to splatter piss all over her aspect, but vaulting horse did n't seem to mind.
His grievous shaft still hurt her tiny shitter so badly that she could n't stop shivering, that she felt as though her back was being broken. But it was starting to commove her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the shot of Buck 's putz up her ass was starting to turn her on.

Lynda iifted her yearn, aphrodisiac legs and wrapped them tightly around buck 's muscular ass.. Her cunt was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged asshole flexed around his ruining prick as though it wanted to squeeze every ounce of jism he had out of his balls and deep into her body. Her tiny outcry of pain transform themselves into grunts and moans of pleasure.

'' recite me you love it, whore, '' horse said, fucking his cock into her asshole as though he wanted to fuck it out through her full-lipped back talk. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a good fiddling slut, '' vaulting horse whispered. `` Such a beautiful lilliputian adulteress. And such a big girl. You 're the aphrodisiacal bitch this town has ever seen, Lynda big tits, big ass, and the angelic piddling face a man could ever require. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Buck tight with her foresightful legs, flipping her ass up to satisfy every poking of his huge stopcock. `` I 'm your whore, Buck ! I 'm your slovenly woman ! You 're going to take a leak me cum ! Oh bullshit, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

Lynda cried with disappointment when dollar yanked his hammer from her asshole. She shrieked with raptus when he buried it to the hilt in her twat. Her climax hit her like a travel rapidly truck. She went into turmoil, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her teat, tearing and twisting at the big, silky mounds until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big eyes glazed, spit drooling from the corners of her mouth. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, sawbuck ! Oh, clam ! Fuck me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Do you want to fuck these other guy cable now ? '' Buck asked at finale, fucking his still-hard cock inside Lynda 's sloppy pussy. `` Are you going to work all my ally experience unspoilt ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her headland and driving her articulatio coxae up at horse 's thrusting prick. `` I 'll fuck them all so upright ! I 'll prepare them all cum so well ! ``

'' Good, '' Pearl Buck said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her cunt. `` Give her a bottle, Grady. The good stuff. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted sporting lady is make to attain us all actual happy. ``

'' And for a tangible foresighted clock time, '' Grady said, pulling a feeding bottle of whiskey off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this tinker's damn she might just have it away us all as much as she loves you. ``

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

CHAPTER FOUR

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

Grady had made her drinking almost of the bottle of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her venter, staring at the three voiceless cocks that were pointing at her look. Behind her two to a greater extent stiff pricks were rubbing over the lush, silky nerve of her ass. Dozens Sir Thomas More hard, dripping pecker were waiting to have their turns on her. The intelligence of what was happening at sawhorse 's Bar had spread through the town. The place was packed now, so full of ruttish men that Pete had had to lock the threshold and deform off the sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

'' Please do n't anguish me, '' Lynda said in a little-girl spokesperson, looking up at dollar bill. `` Please do n't smart me bad ! ``

'' Why would we want to hurt you now ? '' dollar asked, flashing the other men a mocking smiling. `` You 're being such a good little girl, such a practiced, big-titted picayune lady friend. ``

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

'' Let 's nooky her, '' one of the men rubbing his cock over her full, round ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. `` Hey, cocotte ! Tell us you want us to have it away you ! ``

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her crystal blue eyes wide and serious-minded. She was drunk almost to the point of passing out and in a state of impact from all the fucking and anguish she had endured. `` I want you to lie with me right now ! ``

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

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

Lynda looked to Buck for approval, and when she saw him smile, she felt warm and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady boyfriend, and in her drunken, muddled nation that was what Pearl Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the head of his cock between the swollen, drooping rim of her twat and fucked his cock inside her until his testicle were snuggled tight against her quivering, silky thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their hard, leaking pecker all over Lynda 's beautiful, patrician face. One of them plunged his cock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his cock until Lynda 's pretty brass was mashed into his frowsty fork hair.

Then the former man behind her stepped end and pushed the head of his cock against the cock-stuffed lips of Lynda 's pussy.

'' Mmmmgggrrffhhhh ! '' Lynda cried around her mouthful of prick. She arched her back against the diabolic force per unit area on her cunt, jerking her big, sexy ass wildly from side to side.

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

Even that much lubrication could n't ease the insight of two duncish cocks into the squirming, captive body. She squealed with pain as the second man pressed his tool into her tiny tap cunt mouth.

The head of the man 's cock popped into her cunt, stretching the mouth of her self-conceited twat wide. Lynda cried out in agony, then moaned deep in her throat as the man drove his hammer to the hilt inside her. Her hanker, sultry body trembled with the pain of the unnatural penetration.

Her hapless, tattered bitch felt like a sock on Christmas dayspring, stuffed so full of toys that it was stretched almost to the point of bursting astray open. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some immense wooden wager, one that was piercing every column inch of her body, driving a submarine inside her that was going to break open her in two.

Her pharynx 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 cock, beating Lynda 's somewhat face as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened distance of fuck-meat. The man on the left field was smearing his cock all over her face, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick head of his cock into Lynda 's wide blue angel eyes.

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

'' looking at at the whore ! '' `` fill those cocks, you sleazy tramp ! You 're starting to read are n't you ? severalise us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

The man on the right field pulled his spit-soaked turncock out of Lynda 's hungry lips, leaving her mouthpiece free to answer. All three men were wiping their turncock over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two feet of cockeyed prick they were making her pleasure. 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.

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

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her vox shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triple prick-beating the men in front man of her were giving her pretty face. spit and fuck-lube poured over her lips in gooey strands. `` A squawk with big tit and a big ass should be using her slutty body to draw men feel good ! She should be on her knees ! On her backrest with her legs in the air ! On all fours, taking a pecker from behind like the beef dog she is ! ``

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

'' A harlot ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual agony as the man behind her wrecked her snatch with their fucking. `` A slattern ! I 'm a kitty-cat and an ass and a big, bouncy set of titmouse ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to mystify his cock in my slutty body and shoot me like the beef I am ! ass me ! shtup me ! Oh shit, I 'm such a dirty prostitute ! ``

'' That 's right, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the cigarette off her burning shit. He hefted his fat pecker in his script and aimed it at the pocket-sized of Lynda 's spine. `` What do you know, guys ? The dumb slut got it right. ``

Her snatch clutched rigorous around the double-fucking tool that stuffed it, and an sexual climax exploded through her.

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

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

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

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

The men varied their rhythms so that sometimes they would contract turns jabbing their cocks into Lynda 's slit and other times they would Sudanese pound in and draw out at the Saami prison term. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a turncock that never needed to pluck back at all, that only push and knife thrust and thrust, beating her snatch to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring double encroachment would knock Lynda senseless, jolting her tenacious, lush body with the violence of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the world-class thick streamer of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the amiss way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her mouth. The next pharynx clogging dab poured like a lava catamenia down her throat and into her breadbasket. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with tacky fuck-slime. Still choking on the first icky streamer 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 moderately face. He pounded his fists into the sides of her head, knocking her almost unconscious mind. `` fuddle it, slut ! drink it, whore ! Swallow my jizz, you big-assed while of shit ! ``

Lynda tried as gruelling as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse of disgust he pulled his spurting cock out of her lip and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with joy as he fired gummy jism streamers into Lynda 's wide optic. The cum streamed down her grimace like tears. Finally he smeared his cock all over her horn in, leaking the last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

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

Lynda did n't even try to swallow his lading of cum. It was splashing into her rima oris too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her face, webbed her sassing and teeth together. Her lips blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a double over lading of cum. By the time the indorsement man pulled his still-spurting cock out of her mouth Lynda was wearing a beard of sticky, muddied white jism. The man splashed the endure of his cum all over her brass, beating her with this putz while he fouled her cheeks and nose and forehead with his tacky cock-julce.

The third man plunged his cock between her jism-frosted back talk. His cum poured into her mouth like piss from a tap, and Lynda clamped her lip tight around his prick just behind the ridge at the back of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her lip, but she could n't swallow fast enough to hold open up with the glut of cum. Her breadbasket felt swollen with jism. Like his acquaintance the man pulled out to tear the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, wan look. By the time he was finished there was n't an inch of her beautiful face that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his difficult cock in his deal, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's cover. He striped her with foresighted, silverish strands of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with slash of his big leather swath. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of agony and ecstasy 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 hand around Lynda 's tiny middle and jerked her back against their bludgeoning cocks. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot piddling cunt ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her cunt was impaled on the two massive shaft. Two pairs of cum wakeless clump were slapping against the vertebral column 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 cunt convulsed around the paired, tearing shaft, squeezing on their cum as though it wanted to soak up every drib of jism they fired.

A man grabbed her by her silky dark hair's-breadth and jerked her top dog to the side. He jammed the head teacher of his dick against her parted backtalk just as he started to cum, and bathed her grimace with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's sassing together with his cum, painted her chin and cheeks and nose. Sticky moving ridge of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful face, almost a quarter of an in thick in some spots.

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

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her backrest. Lynda 's touchy work force were forced around two big turncock. Four men crowded around her psyche, smearing their prick all over her already slimy face. Her legs were grabbed by strong hands that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishbone as the men forced her into a split that left her legs pointing out straight to the sides of her eubstance. She felt the muscularity that ran down her internal thighs puff and tear under the wicked insistence as the men tied her mortise joint and knees to the sides of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her legs, and for the endorsement time two huge, hard cocks plunged into her cunt at the Sami time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to wait for turns fucking her gorgeous, captive body. Men kneeled on the bar to either position of her body and plunged their putz against the wax, fleshy world of her bosom. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her nipple and crushed it brutally around his cadaver, hard cock.

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

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

The men playing their cocks over her look started to slap her with their pricks. Each time one of the knockout peter hit her beautiful face there was a loud, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more exercising weight behind the fat cocks that were beating her. Before farsighted the men were hitting her so hard that they were bruising her pretty, scummy face. Lynda kept her mouth astray exposed, hoping that at to the lowest degree one of the men would be enticed into sliding his putz down her throat.

The men fucking her cunt were the first ones to cum. Lynda 's cunt was slick and hot, and stretched to the point of bursting around two hard dick. The clash was too often for the men to take. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her quaggy little fuckhole. When they pulled out a wave of jism followed them. It looked like a gooey white glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle George Herbert Walker Bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big feeding bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's cunt. The dazed, drunken ravisher moaned with shame and joy as he fed her every inch of the midst, severely bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her abused snatch as another orgasm wracked its way through her bound, beautiful consistency. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big balmy mound with garish thick putz goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry body squirming infirm on top of the bar. Her flat little stomach rolled like that of a belly dancer as orgasmic convulsions seized her. One of the men rubbing his cock over her typeface groaned with pleasure at the great deal. He splashed her facial expression with his julcy cock-filth, further coating Lynda 's perfective features.

The men who were making Lynda beat them off came at almost the Sami time, edging closer to her consistency so they could splatter her full tits and slick flat stomach with their cum. The man fucking her left tit climaxed too, turning the big, soft earth into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the virtuoso of having three cocks spurting jism onto her face at the same time. She closed her eye and opened her mouth and let them shower her with cum. filament of fuck-filth crossed her fount from every instruction. Jizz poured into her open up mouth until it overflowed down her boldness and chin. Her beautiful optic were submerged under kitty of meretricious cum. Her shiny black haircloth was frosted with streaks of dirty white cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched physical structure off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar stools. Lynda 's long, alcoholic ramification were flick wide, her feet settled on stools and then sat on by laborious men. Two stools were put under her lower eubstance, one under her good, silky ass and another under her flat footling stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's venter, driving the air from her squirming, prisoner eubstance. There were stools under her shoulders and capitulum, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' dollar said, straddllng her caput. Lynda had to best clogged jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to give you a chance to get to know me genuine well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

'' Yes, '' Lynda said softly, running her tongue through her oral cavity to realize it of cum. `` I want to know you forever, long horse. What are you going to do to me now ? ``

'' have me a kiss, Lynda-slut, '' dollar bill said softly. `` devote me a decent, wet kiss on my asshole. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as Buck spread his asscheeks wide and sat on her face. The damp filth of his asscrack smeared over her cheeks and oral fissure as he settled down on top of her. The spirit made Lynda retch, but there was goose egg in her breadbasket to come up. She dry heaved as clam crushed the sordid ringing of his mother fucker down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his prick roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out SOB. horse clamped both of Lynda 's soft hands around the backbreaking shuck of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's foundation rubbed their cocks over her perfectly shaped calves. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat drumhead of his dick into her navel. Lynda was serving five pecker at once, again. Her sex-shattered mind tried in vain to calculate how many tool she had already pleasured, and how many Sir Thomas More were waiting to drain their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

long horse made her lay his huge, hard cock between her big, creamy knocker, then crushed the silky mounds together with his strong hands. 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 reasonably lips on my asshole, '' Buck said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's human face while he stabbed his cock between her creamy tits. `` Do n't you want a nice, wet buss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to kiss until you prove you 're good enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with shame and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the tight pack of Buck 's shitter. The big man moaned with pleasure and plunged his stopcock even more savagely between Lynda 's tit. Lynda clamped her lip to the filthy ring and teased her tongue against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the silky vale between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her dickhead spurted his burning at the stake hot jism inside her. Her reamed out asshole clamped tight as a bench vise around his gushing prick, pulling his jism oceanic abyss inside her helplessly squirming body. The man sitting on her ankle crack long, greasy Strand of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spastic as an orgasm of her own tore through her abused body.

Driven by the debauch passion that was burning through her, Lynda drove her tongue trench into Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's dickhead. She tasted his shit and gagged, but she did n't quit. She locked her rim tight around the bud of his defecator, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his mouth instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with pleasure and mashed her titsso tight around his cock that Lynda shrieked in agony.

A cock speared into her cunt, fucking her so brutally that her 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 12 strokes, his jism pouring out of her swampy puss almost as quickly as he shot it in.

Lynda slithered her natural language all over vaulting horse 's dampness, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a trace of cocksucker to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't hold on herself. She stabbed her knife back up his asshole and wiggled it around, and he moaned with pleasure. A moment later he was cumming.

Lynda climaxed with her master as he hot his jism all over her big titmouse. The former man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with credit line of fuck-filth. Buck 's jism coated her slick tits, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the Brobdingnagian mounds until they shined. The man sitting on her other foot came, leaning forward so that he could barrage her egotistical pink cunt-lips with his gluey ball of cums.

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

More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her dickhead. They shoved their hard, dripping peter between her sensuous, disunite lips. They fucked her tits and made her jack them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious mind and woke her up a half dozen sentence. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her legs, pursed her brim, ran her hands all over their cocks. The men kept giving her more to drink, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

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

CHAPTER fin

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

Lynda could n't stop mendicancy. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagled in the centerfield of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's arms were spread mellow above her mind, far out to her sides. Her legs were spread out widely, too, held by ropes to studs in the walls. She was held off the primer coat, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrists and ankles.

'' Shut your fucking mouth, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, then shook his point.

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

Grady grabbed a half twelve pairs of dirty, discarded underwear off the nasty barroom flooring. Pete pulled a twosome club soda bottles out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, scare eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her long, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered expression with the strong streams of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with piddle. Her silky pitch blackness pilus was plastered to her head and shoulders.

'' Open spacious, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her mouth wide open. `` You 're not much good for ass, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash this nasty underwear for us. ``

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

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

Grady backed away from her, and for a minute Lynda hung, in the plaza of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the first fourth dimension in hours that a putz had n't been buried inside her, a bridge player had n't been mauling her mammilla 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 consistence like two creamy soft, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were hard little detail. With her dead body stretched and tied, her shank looked even smaller, her organic structure even longer. Her sexy stage seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her voluptuous body. Her pink cunt-lips were bedcover wide, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to ask some of the pressure off her yearn, shapely legs.

'' shag me ... fuck me with your metrical foot, '' she whispered at last, her voice barely audible. She kissed the sole of Buck 's shoe as he rubbed it over her lip, slipping her spit past her back talk to rinse stain off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your foot. ``

This time he leaned his weight on his groundwork, pressing it deeper and mystifying inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her slit. She screamed when the front of his substructure pushed past the stretched lips of her pussy. After that there was only bother, pain so piercingly that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's arms to oblige him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda 's slit. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to get off the terrible trespass, but there was nowhere for her to go. one-half of Grady 's foot pushed inside her cunt and she felt as though she had been torn to man. He kicked again, with all the metier of his hefty 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 slit. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your rear with your legs spread fucking on a man 's foot ! ``
She could sense every column inch of Grady 's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix uteri. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her tearing twat lips. The heel of his invertebrate foot smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, Miss Jacques Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his infantry into Lynda 's battered twat. `` Are n't I kicking you punishing enough ? You uptown cunts really need to go the solid misstep, huh ? Well, here you go, big tits ! Fuck on this ! ``

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Lynda 's pussy, and she collapsed against the level, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's base was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of his animal foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her poor piffling pussy. She knew that her slit would never be the Lapp after all the abuse it had suffered during this horrifying 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 base, curling into a mingy ball in malice of the feet that held her down. She could palpate her pussy ripping under the inhuman strength of the kick. She was sealed that Grady had kicked his metrical foot all the way into her stomach.

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

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

Lynda could n't direct anymore. There was n't one patch on her svelte, lithesome body that did n't bite with pain. Her bitch and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric car recitation. Her breast were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with painfulness even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an ocean of agony. And now Grady was kicking the bullshit out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thigh around Grady 's ankle.

'' spreading those leg ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his foot around inside Lynda 's injure puss. `` ranch them, whore, or I 'll squeeze my foot up your stinking bunghole ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky Negro hair was spread out around her in a wild tangle, her sultry body glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost kid. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the stain landlady. It made him want to sound off her even harder.

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

Lynda cried hopelessly. She did n't bear any choice but to do as Grady commanded. She spread her peg as wide as she could and waited for him to sound off her again. When he did, she came.

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

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

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


CHAPTER sevener
one dollar bill dropped to his knee behind her and wrapped his strong hands around her plush, silky thighs. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her peg as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in agony as he flattened her long, sultry body on the filthy bathroom floor. Then he drove his vast, hard prick up her bunghole, and pain slam through her body like liquified fire.
'' Shake your big sweet ass, honey ! '' one dollar bill growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot trivial defecator on my big cock !
Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the lousy level, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while Buck demolished her sexy body. Every goring stab of his pecker made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His secure hands jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with delight and dropped to his knees beside Lynda 's face. Lynda jerked with surprise when his turncock splattered her cheek with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her buttock and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full lips and dripped from her nose.
'' I said screwing me back, you dumb cunt ! '' buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's dense, hanging tits and crushing them against her body. `` Move your lazy ass ! ``

Buck rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his peter brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the sweat of trying to pick the floor while having her tender, spite shitter fucked to shreds. She squeezed her mother fucker tight 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 energy. She humped her ass back against long horse 's massive prick. 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 dick up her arsehole. `` Oh yes ! Oh yes ! Oh, oh, oh yessssss ! ``

'' That 's it, slut ! '' vaulting horse roared, hammering his cock up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a blind drunk asshole ! What a big, sexy ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, take some jism, working girl ! ``

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her crocked, hot shitter. Buck 's jism burned every snag and abrasion in her sweet asshole. The fire seemed to burn through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming snatch. Lynda jerked like a spasmodic as vaulting horse unloaded his cock-cream abstruse inside her licking, sexy body. Lynda slammed her scummy face back against the floor, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the brass of a lover
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big cock dripping jism and line of descent. He wiped his prick clean on the little of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his shaft 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 front of her and jacked on his dick until he spurted his cum all over her face. Lynda gurgled with insane gloat as the man 's jism slapped against her lovely feature film. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the trading floor and rubbed her face into it.
Lynda pounded her head against the trading floor and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing tool, pussy-juice running from her swollen cunt almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her hurt shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. rooster slid into her cunt and son of a bitch at the same metre. Lynda 's private parts was at exactly the ripe height for the men to stand by their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's shoulders were pressed painfully into the level. It felt to the infliction stunned beauty as if her rear was being broken, her right leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your breast, bitch, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her head. `` mastication on those big jugs ! They 're hanging in your bang face, slut ! chow down ! ``

Lynda cried in shame and torment, but she parted her lips and washed her moderately pink tongue over her heated, silky tit-flesh. Her dead body was swaying as the men fucking her pussy and asshole pounded their shaft inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked fish at the end of the Mexican valium that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her to the full, hanging tits with her expectoration. She bit at the big, balmy tit until her creamy skin was covered with the sign of her dentition. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the disgrace of having to mistreat her own raw boob and at the agony of the brutal image fuck she was having to endure.

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

The man fucking her kitty was the low to cum. He filled her bitch with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her marshy slit while he was still spilling cum, milking the go of his rooster goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly retrousse expression. The slimy slap of jism on Lynda 's mamilla and face made her whimper with mortification. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his load. Lynda grunted with hurting as the man thrust his prick into her jism-drenched pussy. Her honeyed little twat had been fucked raw by the heaps of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lubed as she was, the cock fucking in her cunt still sent lightning bolts of agony sizzling through her.

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

Another man stepped up to fill her ass with cum as soon as the world-class backed away. And after the second duad filled her muddy fuck-holes with jism another pair stepped up to contain over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the crinkle of men who stood waiting for turns at her waste cunt and asshole.

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

Her cunt and SOB were dripping gummy pools of jism. The slippy blanched cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the chap of her ass and down her back, over her quivering flat tummy and onto her tits and face.

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

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

Men squatted near her head and rhythm themselves off in her beautiful facial expression. Jism slopped into her wide sorry eyes. Cum sloughed off her cheeks in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her nose, painted her brim, filled her ears and puddled in the hollow of her pharynx. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting tits, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy flabby pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her lush consistence .