baRMAID IN BONDAGE by Blake Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should have never come down here, '' dollar bill whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the bulwark with his big, mesomorphic consistency. He ran his big hands over her slender throat, blanket shoulders and silken subdivision. `` The guy rope who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around townsfolk for eld. I do n't think there 's a thing in the world any of them would like Sir Thomas More than to roll in the hay you right into the dirt. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this construction, you stuck-up twat, but you do n't fucking give me orders. ``

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

She never had a fortune. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with Buck for years, grabbed her by her shiny black hair. Pete Fint, a young, well-favored guy who always seemed to be fuddle, caught her by one arm. Together they slammed her face-first into the wall.

'' Let me go, you bastards ! '' Lynda shrieked, struggling desperately in thefr grasp. lashings of early men were headed in her direction, drinks in their hands, lustfulness and hatred in their eyes. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' funnies the bitch ! '' Pearl Buck shouted, wiping a touch of blood from his cheek. `` cartoon strip her naked and beat the shit out of her ! I think it 's time for this persnickety hussy to learn what the fuck she 's full 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. ``

horse ran the roughest, sleaziest bar in town. His customer were all men, and all mean value. There was n't one of them who did n't know about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her superior attitude and easy life, who did n't lust for her because of her sexy body and beautiful side. A cheerfulness went up at Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's words, and brutally potent hands 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 fabric of her clinging apparel. `` And fucking skinny ! About the entirely meat on her is these gargantuan mamilla ! ``

'' Bullshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the wide, polish up cheeks of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so difficult that the sexy young landlady moaned in pain. `` Check out her ass and peg ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this cunt naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her garb to rags in a subject of indorsement, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's pleasant-tasting organic structure while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a bumpy circle around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold up the rags of her apparel together to cover her voluptuous body.

'' red cent, '' Buck said, stepping into the lot. `` You are a piece of tail smasher. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful womanhood in townspeople. She had a perfect fount, with wide, startling blue eyes, replete, red mouth, a potent jaw and high malar bone. Her hair was gear Black and shiny, and it splashed past her shoulders in a silken spill. But her body was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a tall woman, standing almost six infantry even without the heel she was wearing. Her shoulders were broad and sexy. They had to be all-encompassing to brook her titmouse. Lynda 's tits were big, firm 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 perfect, shadow brown spikes that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's shank was obscenely small. But her hips flowed out generously, full and sonant and inviting. And her legs were wondrous, her thighs lush and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

Lynda Jacques Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The only problem Buck could see was that some stupid person motherfucker had forgotten to separate her.

It was an error he intended to adjust. `` No ! '' Lynda gasped as Buck wrapped her in his big coat of 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 ! ``

Buck clamped his sassing over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet insistence of long horse 's sassing to hers. She jerked her head wildly from one side of meat to the other. He just fag his brim against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouthpiece against Lynda 's, his workforce were roaming all over her body. He pinched her ass and squeezed her pap and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

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

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the arms of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her head by a handful of her silky black hair. Then it was his lips plastered to hers, his slimy tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fist, and when one of her punches caught him on his Kuki-Chin, he grabbed her broad right tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

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

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

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

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

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too of late to fight. There was a big man holding each of her subdivision, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking monster tied her carpus with the bawl out end of her own garb. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the band, Lynda did n't even experience her hand free to skin or break her fall.

The men tossed her back and forth, and soon Lynda was so ball over and disoriented that she was n't sure what was happening. The men all looked the Sami, whooping and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same affair to her, mauling her big tits and full ass, squirming their lip against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her mouth, even hitting her with short, chopping punches to her tits, stomach and back.

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

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

Pete laughed wildly, then ptyalise right in Lynda 's face. His spit splattered between Lynda 's eyes and trickled down both face of her nose. He levered her jaws open and spitting again, this fourth dimension filling her rima oris with his spit. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spit. There were a pair off dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spatter on her. Pete jerked her head first in one commission and then the other, using her beautiful brass for a mark. A dozen different men hocked their spit into Lynda 's receptive sass. The spit of the rest rolled down her perfect feature film in unenviable streams.

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

Pete forced her to immerse the pooled spittle of at least a dozen men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the compile drool poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his sass over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and humiliation as Pete raped her back talk with his tongue. He grabbed her dipsomaniac asscheeks and broadcast them wide, revealing both the pretty pink sass of her pussy and the sloshed pore of her asshole. Within an inst the men were attacking her sensitive trivial fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

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

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

Men were pinching her lush thighs and full-of-the-moon, round of drinks asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and arms. Dozens of manus swarmed over her huge, round tits, pinchlng and pulling and straining and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda 's cunt and arse. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her fairly garden pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his sass off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and lacing. He was washing her nose, cheeks, chin, even her eyes and forehead with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange mouth clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the spinal column of her pharynx. Teeth clamped down on both position of her yearn, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. lingua probed her ears and traced the fine line of credit of her jaw.

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

'' You pudding head cunt, '' long horse said, grabbing her by her slender blazonry and lifting her off her human foot. `` Who said you were ever going to get the probability ? ``

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

Lynda hit the wall, ineffective to brace herself with her handwriting tied behind her back. She wobbled on her blackguard as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a half 12 men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong finger's breadth into her munition and tits. One man wrapped his big workforce around her pin down waistline. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the sentence they slammed her into the wall the fourth time Lynda was barely conscious. Her head was rolling on her shoulders. Her oral cavity hung liniply open, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick face. The few flake of habiliment that still clung to her shoulders and waist fluttered like pin as the men pounded her into the rampart. There was a trickle of blood from her long, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the mint of the sexy, snooty landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, aware of nothing now except pain sensation and awe. `` Stop ! Please give up ! Oh, delight stop hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the revilement of her big titmouse and tight pussy. They slammed her into the wall another dozen times before horse told them to throw her on the kitty table.

By the metre they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every bone in her lush, sultry dead body had been shattered. She felt as incapacitated as a infant, and realized she was completely at the mercy of Buck and his rocky customers.

'' Now you 're going to find out a example, you lousy pussy ! '' Buck snarled, ripping off his smash. He dropped his gasp, and Lynda cried out in stark terror at what she saw. `` You 're going to check your stead, slut ! And instruct what you 're fucking near for, too ! ``

Buck 's cock was thickheaded than Lynda 's wrist and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping head was at least as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole lifetime, and she had been disgusted both times.

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

'' No, please, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a little, desperate voice. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, Buck, oh please, please, please ! I could n't stand it ! I could n't tolerate it ! ``

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

'' Do n't worry, bitch, '' another guy said. `` A big bitch like you ought to be able to require buck 's cock without tearing too much. ``

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

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

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

'' Did you say delight fuck me, dollar ? '' Buck asked, bringing the belt lashing down into her bosom again. The big, perfect mounds bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest with the impact of the blow. `` Maybe you 'd break say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd better recite me just how lots you 'd care my big hard cock fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole. ``

The infliction was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to hurt so bad. Her sleek, big-titted body squirmed against the green top of the kitty tabular array, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her skin that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't celebrate her watchword of torture from tumbling past her parted lips. She could n't break more than tears from sliding down her beautiful, blench face. But she swore to herself, with every troy ounce of self-control she possessed, that she would never beg vaulting horse to stick his huge, noisome tool into her.

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

'' Let 's see how have it away far you 'll stretch, fille Cartier, '' sawbuck said in a mocking timbre, then slotted the huge brain of his cock against the tight pink rim of her bitch. `` You should feature been getting these for years, beef. But I guess you 'll make up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Buck started to advertise his massive cock against the diminutive back talk of her pussy. `` Slow, please retard, please slow ! ``

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

The rim of Lynda 's snatch spread full against the advance of dollar bill 's gigantic prick. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the diminutive lip, her pussy-lips were facing pages rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in soreness, feeling the thin flock of chassis stretching past the point of their endurance. She tried to wiggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the mesa. Then Buck punched his hips forward again, and she could feel herself tearing, feel Buck 's pecker sliding inside her.

'' Yeeooowww ! '' Pete shouted. `` You split her encompassing, 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 fizgig of Buck 's cock.

Lynda 's cunt-lips were ranch wide around the cold-blooded girth of sawhorse 's farsighted cock. diminutive trickles of blood ran from the muscae volitantes where she had torn to hold the wrist-thick pole. The roue greased Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's prick, making it well-to-do for him to slither the rest of his cock inside her.

There was nil in the world that could sustain made the brutal assault any easier for Lynda.

Lynda could n't run a breath as Buck slid his monstrous cock deep inside her cunt. She could feel the lilliputian pocket of her snatch stretching in a hopeless try to accept the fat, twelve-inch cocksucker horse was fucking inside her.

Every faithful in her flyspeck cunt straightened, every corner or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of Buck 's peter were still outside her cunt when the bruising head pounded against her cervix. `` bitch ! '' he hissed down into her human face, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to subscribe to it all, whore ! You 're going to take very fucking in even if it kills you ! ``

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her begging. Buck 's rooster felt like a rough-barked Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree inside her dry cunt. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a rubber glove on a sweaty hand. It was as though Buck 's tool was a plunger, and it was pulling her cunt right out of her organic structure. Then, when only the brain of his mammoth prick was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her head against the table, the pain in the neck in her bitch so intense that it seemed to sate every nerve in her body. Two More inches of vaulting horse 's cock slid inside her this time. Lynda could finger something cryptic inside her bout, and when Buck leaned his system of weights forward the last two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the smack of Buck 's heavy balls against the bender 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 boob and wringing it as though it were a big sponge. `` You'retakinga metrical unit of tool up your lousy little cunt ! ``

'' squawk ! '' dollar bill gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's immense, creamy pap in his hands and crushing them flatcar against her silken, sexy body. `` shtup me back now, Lynda -- working girl ! hale your bitch on my putz ! Shake your big, sexy ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Buck closed his clenched fist into claws on her silky teat, then yanked the fleshy mounds to the side with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her torso. Her firm ass shot up off the table, and her savaged puss clamped tight around Buck 's cock.

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

CHAPTER TWO

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

'' That 's it, twat ! '' Buck growled, squeezing her full, fill out boob until her creamy soma bulged out between his finger. `` Such a tight little bitch ! escape from your big ass for me, Lynda ! agitate it tangible sound ! ``

long horse 's cock was soaked with Lynda 's rip as he stabbed it back and forth through the torn back talk of her slit. Lynda trembled on the consortium mesa, shivering at the lightening bolts of painful sensation that slam through her pussy with every poke of Buck 's cock. Her big blue optic rolled and a single, shimmering filament of tongue drooled from the corner of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the bawd up ! '' dollar shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's long, lush body went gimp beneath him.

Grady opened a beer and upended it on Lynda 's helplessly upturned expression. She came awake choking and outcry, 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 crummy whisky and poured it all over Lynda 's facial expression. She choked on the hard John Barleycorn, snorting on what flowed up her nose and blinking her oculus against its stinging wash.

Several men ducked down to work out and suck at the alcohol. Lynda trembled with repulsion as their tongue 's washed over her face and their lips slurped over her soft skin.

'' Now shake your slutty ass, cocotte ! '' Buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush coxa. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting pecker. `` screwing me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to make it so no one ever wants to have intercourse you again ! ``

Lynda could n't hold back her cry of terror. It hurts horribly, but the next clip buck shoved his foot-long cock into her twat Lynda bounced her ass up off the mesa to foregather him.

'' That 's it ! '' Buck shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless puss even harder. `` Shake your ass, you sweet whore ! Clamp your scummy snatch on my big cock ! ``

Lynda cried at the deepness of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentor in the violation of her own soundbox. Her slit had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too tardily. Every watering piece ot dollar 's monolithic cock felt like a killing stab from a razor-sharp knife.

'' distinguish me you love it, '' clam said, leaning over her flowing, sultry trunk and washing his tongue over her face.

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

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burning on the tender nubbin of her button. Now it was growing hotter, Thomas More intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling kitty-cat by the unbearable friction of Buck 's vast cock on her tender clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasure in the heart of this brutal assault almost unhinged the endearing landlady 's mind.

'' Have some to a greater extent to wassail, girl Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another nursing bottle of booze and poking the cervix between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The stupefied beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. buck dropped his head to her full, round tits and chewed on her nipples until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the bottle out from between her hps Lynda 's headway was swimming. For a instant she was n't even sure where she was. Then Buck sank his strong fingers into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his cock and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming organic structure and hammering his massive stopcock into her with pussy shattering force. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to give your kitty-cat a fucking cock-cream exhibitor ! ``

Lynda 's look of pleasure disappeared in an instant when she heard what Buck was saying. Her tattered twat clamped pissed around his pistoning cock and her svelte trunk froze on the pool table.

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

'' Drown on it ! '' Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her torn twat as his cock spurted jism. `` Maybe we can make a screw baby slut to carry on the kinsperson custom ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as Buck 's jism splashed deep into her sliced cunt. He had a huge lading, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could feel it, a heavy, wet weight deep inside her, burning and schmaltzy and slowly soaking into her misfortunate little kitty. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her dollar bill had somehow polluted her beyond Bob Hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' dollar bill said as if he 'd read her mind while he shot the finally of his jism into her fouled lilliputian cunt. `` You 're my piece of ass now, Lynda. Of grade, there 's a lot Sir Thomas More pawl in this doghouse. ``

Lynda wept in shame and abjection at one dollar bill 's mocking discussion. When he pulled his cock from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her blood, she cried in terror. He had ripped her wide receptive with his massive cock.

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

'' Take a smell, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his putz over Lynda 's head. Drops of blood and fibril of sticky fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's face. `` look good, does n't it ? unspoilt enough to eat. Lick my cock, Lynda. solve it clean of all your nasty pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her endearing features with rakehell, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the foul mix of sex guck onto her boldness, nuzzle and forehead. He ran his dirty cock over her lips until she wore a coat of embarrassing red lipstick.

It took every ounce of willpower Lynda possessed to open her mouth and stick out her clapper. Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, lousy dick all over the kickshaw pink lapper.

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

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

Lynda could n't answer Grady with Buck wiping his cock clean on her clapper, but she stared up at him with her big, profane middle, a miserabie manifestation on her gorgeous expression. Grady was so turned on by the aphrodisiacal landlady 's excruciation that he decided to add a small to it. With a snap of his articulatio radiocarpea and a nimble, beastly jab of his pelvis, he buried his whole foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

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

'' You had your chance for slow and you fucking blew it, '' Buck said, wiping her tongue with his stopcock one last clock time, then drying it in her silky dark fuzz. `` The only thing that 's going to facilitate you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's wide-cut tits in his big paw, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his savagely pistoning tool. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue devil eyes empty with cushion, her back talk hanging slack water. Her prospicient, exuberant trunk jerked with spasm as Grady 's tool pounded her into the pool table. She twisted and writhed on the common felt of the pool mesa, her sultry, thrashing torso trembling with infliction and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with joy 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 table to meet Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hip from incline to side, wringing the big prick with her hot kitty-cat. She worked her twat on his cock like a velvet gloved deal, trying to ignore the agony that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong helping hand around Lynda 's lush hips and jerking her back and forth on his ruining rooster. `` I 'm going to cum, missy Cartier. I 'm going to douse your snatch with some wage-earning jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's first blast of cum splattered oceanic abyss inside her already sloppy cunt. `` Not again. No ... no, not another meter ! ``

'' A lot of sentence, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, hard cock. `` So many times that by the time we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey heap of jism. ``
She could also palpate the firehose splash of Grady 's tacky cock-slime in her battered slight bitch. Each new spurt slapped into her like a class line of ardor, and as it soaked into her kitty human body its heat seemed to fulfil every inch of her long, luxuriant soundbox. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her cunt stayed spitted on Grady 's foot long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a nice, crummy fuck, misfire Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her cunt and squeezing out the live of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't love right would consider you were nothing but a sexy whore down here to take on the guys for a hundred bucks. ``

'' Please, no to a greater extent ! '' Lynda sobbed. Every inch of her sensual, sultry soundbox burned with pain in the ass. Her twat felt like so lots raw hamburger. `` I ca n't anymore ! It hurts too bad ! ``

'' spread out your mouth, young woman Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the side of the table.

Pete took his office between the sprawled dish 's outstretched legs. `` I want to sacrifice you a big wet kiss. To give thanks you for being such a sweet piffling musical composition of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her moist rim as soon as Grady told her to, broken to the fact that she had to obey whatever lodge Buck and his mob of customer gave her. A here and now later Grady pushed the fat, soggy head of his dick right into her open mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her cries were blocked by the huge axial rotation of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her throat. She gagged at the gustatory sensation of rake, pussy-cream, and the cum of two unlike men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to jerk her headway away, but Grady had already impaled her side on four in of jaw-breaking cock.

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

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

Lynda did n't feature any choice. Her lips were spread so wide around Grady 's monumental cock that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't reckon they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized head of Grady 's cock was bigger than Lynda 's lilliputian pharynx. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't breathe at all.

Grady did n't care. Lynda 's throat stretched panoptic, and then something in the diffuse, wet tunnel tore, as Grady force-fed her column inch after inch of his carpus thick putz. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's throat bulged with the huge cinch of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to dim out. She could n't draw a breathing space around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's monumental cock. She was in so often pain that she would throw welcomed a luck to pass out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just arouse her back up again. An blink of an eye later her hurting became infinitely worse, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his prick up her virgin asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide and pushing his vast cock against the tiny pore of her shitter. `` You 've got such a big sweet ass that I just could n't resist sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry body froze on the pond table. She arched her ass senior high above the park felt, every well toned muscle in her acrobatic soma tensing backbreaking as steel cable. The pressure of Pete 's immense cock against her midget asshole hurt worse than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his fairly cock out of Lynda 's mouth, slapping her across the nosepiece of her nose a twain times before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and mental rejection. His cock was so vast. And she had never imagined having a cock of any size fucked into her tiny, attendant asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful expression going white as Pete 's massive cock-head pushed against the tight outer ring of brawn that protected her midget shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' screw you, '' Pete said, dribbling saliva onto one hand and rubbing it all over his massive son of a bitch. `` shtup you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to deplume you up real bad. ``

Lynda could n't check fighting him. The musculus that ringed her bastard locked tighter than they ever had before, trying desperately to block the passage of Pete 's cock inside her. The melodic phrase of holding his cock out made her prison-breaking into a clammy sweat. It caused her to shiver uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the same time.

Men grabbed her full moon, creamy asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. other men grabbed her around her waist, by her shoulders and tits and arms and stage. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her flyspeck asshole.

'' Please ! '' Lynda sobbed in a tiny, cave in phonation. The verboten ring of sinew that protected her shitter was tiring. She knew it was going to give way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

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

There was a loud pop. Lynda felt her muscularity relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as spacious as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete 's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the indigence to denounce as she never had before. Lynda could n't draw a breathing spell with the monolithic chunk of flesh immerse inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a XII solid men. The bother tore her and burned her at the Saami sentence, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny mouth of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely spacious around the bulging head of Pete 's tool. The pink ring of her whoreson was bedspread rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A midget dribble of blood ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts very good, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the heading, you stuck-up part of stool slit ! Now you 're going to get to gobble every fuck inch ! ``

Those were the last Holy Writ Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain and the stupor of the tearing insight. The survive thing she felt was inch after column inch of Pete 's enormous cock fucking its way deep into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the tight doughnut of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural intrusion of Pete 's wrist-thick prick. It was when Pete 's ball slapped up into the shot of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue eyes rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the juicy landlady. They let her stay out a few arcminute this meter, joking over the way that Pete was battering her limp, sultry body. Pete fucked her unconscious mind torso as savagely as he could, pounding his peter into her ravaged asshole until his cock was soaked with her lineage. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady overt another bottleful. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered defecator with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's facial expression with whiskey, then jammed the nursing bottle between her lips as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a miserable little sister as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The view of her lush back talk wrapped around the liquor bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in closelipped and sprayed his burning at the stake hot jism all over her big, indulgent tits.

Lynda cried out in daze and disgust as the greasy lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like slug tracks running over the rounded pillows of her tits. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his strong bridge player around Lynda 's petite waist and impaling her on his massive cock. `` I 'm going to take up your filthy little arse with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your pinna ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't realize what was happening to her. Her cocksucker had been torn to ribbons. The painfulness from the brutal ass-rape was running all the way up into her berm, all the way down her long, lush pegleg. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every demean fashion possible.

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

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

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

Lynda collapsed back against the pool table as Pete stepped around its sharpness. She felt as though Pete had fucked every conclusion bit of life out of her. She was too tired and hurt to prompt a muscle. The strong drink created fog that surrounded her exclusively made affair worse. When Pete laid his still-hard shaft across her fount, Lynda moaned with despair. It was drenched with her rake, smeared with her shucks and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to make believe her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched teeth. She could n't do it. Nothing could be forged than having to lick her own shit off Pete 's filthy, bloody putz. `` 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 smile. `` Give her another drink, Grady. shit, the sexy little slut 's had a pretty severely nighttime. She deserves it. ``

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

Lynda gagged. Her big, aphrodisiac consistence shook with her retching. Pete 's shaft stretched her lips wide and sprung her jaws. He kept pushing until she had swallowed every ghastly column inch. Then he drew back until only the heading of his hammer was still trapped between her lips and fed it to her again.

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

Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure at the sensation of having surd asshole rubbed over her big tits. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and against her will it was turning her on.

Pete pulled his cock back until the first off few inch of it sat on Lynda 's garden pink tongue. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled mouth Lynda could sample salty blood and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid feeling of shit. It made her want to throw up, but she did n't try to displume away.

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

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drink had robbed her of the concluding of her self-control. Three cocks were working on her voluptuous organic structure at the same time. The hammer that were rubbing over her tits were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky skin. Pete 's putz was clean from its fucking of her dickhead, but it was already leaking slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before longsighted line of descent of her expectoration and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her backtalk, striping her moderately cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasure as Buck stepped between her facing pages legs. His turncock looked foresightful and hard and luscious to Lynda 's confused mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The squawk is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her nipple said, driving his dick into the slick pile of her rectify tit until near of his shaft disappeared into the creamy cushy cushion.

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

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her mouthful of putz as Buck poked the tip of the pool cue between the tumesce rim of her baflered pussycat. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Buck shoved the pool cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's pussy grabbed at the farsighted rod of wood. Her clit wiggled as the slick wood rubbed over it. Buck drove the pool cue a foot into her cunt with the first plunge, then jerked it back out and thrust it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an climax in her life, but she recognized the ticklings inside her, the heating plant that was building in her pussycat and breadbasket. Her slit clutched at the pocket billiards cue as though it was the putz of a yearn lost lover. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the forest rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's long, sultry torso arched up off the pool table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a mastication mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly wings. The silky hole of her tummy rolled like a belly dancer 's. spitting poured out of her backtalk, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

'' The slut '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 tits moaned and started slopping his jism all over her breast. A present 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 tits with their jism. Gooey parentage of cum splattered everywhere, striping Lynda 's utter tits and soaking into her slick skin.

Lynda thrashed on the pocket billiards table, slurping at Pete 's tool as though it was the most deliciow affair she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty cheeks as she sucked him. She soaked his cock in her tongue and then sponged it away with her tongue. She nuzzled his cock with her pretty brim. Her face was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the sweetest, sloppiest blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

'' I 'm cumming, you dirty cunt ! '' Pete shouted, shoving his putz ballseep in Lynda 's pharynx, then pulling back so that he could gush his jism right into her wet, waiting mouth. `` Drink some jizz, you fat-titted cow ! sucking it down like the cocksucking while of poop you are ! ``

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's sassing. It exploded off her lingua like shrapnel and soaked every corner of her sass. It filled her brass until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted novel male cum before, and the flavor was so piquant and meaty that it made her straits swim. She swallowed one gooey taste after another, but she could n't proceed up with the gluey tidal wave. In an instant gluey globes of cockslime were rolling down her hollowed cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

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

Pearl Buck drove almost two groundwork of the foresightful, lithe pond cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her neck with every plunge, stretching her cunt so far out of shape that the deranged beauty did n't think it would ever be the Saame again.

Pete pulled his cock out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the hold up of his cum onto her waiting, upturned face. Buck drove the pool cue relentlessly into her cunt, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the mesa and lay limp as a stiff on the super C felt surface. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the mankind spinning away from her as the last dregs of her sexual climax poured through her limp, exhausted physical structure. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a despicable mob of wolf men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible feeling that it was going to be a foresightful clock time before the men let her do that, or let her escape them in any early way.

CHAPTER THREE

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

Lynda felt like something LE than man as she stumbled toward the bar. She was bare, her scrumptious body on display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and profligate down her creamy thighs. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned body, as though she was some mindless, sexy creature they had bought and paid for.

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

Her long sexy legs dangled toward the floor, the spike of her heels barely brushing the hardwood surface. Men stretched Lynda 's branch out to her incline and tied her wrists to the sharpness of the bar. Lynda whimpered in hurt as the men tugged her arms out painfully wide. The men left her branch relinquish, joking with each other about how they wanted her able-bodied to wrap those long, meaty legs around their keister while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a aphrodisiac meal cook to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her subdivision were pulled broad and bound and from the way only a tiny portion of her back had to support all her weight.
'' Somebody stick a cock in sweet piddling Miss Cartier and occupy her brain off what we 're going to do to her. ``

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

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


Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her hanker, sexy physical structure up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasure as she whipped her hips from incline to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to throw the smoldering match off her silky skin. He wrapped his big paw around her silky pelvic girdle and pounded his tool into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hip joint against the man who was fucking her. When her twat clenched blind drunk around the man 's cock, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The cool off bang of jism into her hurt pussy was like a unguent to Lynda. Her scream of pain sensation turned into a coo of substitute, and she locked her long, alcoholic leg tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high pff the table, group meeting every brute thrust of his spurting prick into her pussy. Their soundbox made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet miss Cartier did n't think she had enough vitality left to sway her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ash tree from his coffin nail into Lynda 's open backtalk. `` 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 succeeding man stepped up Grady ran his cigarette down one slope of Lynda 's pink pussy-lips and up the other. Then he jabbed it quickly right into the center of her gaping, dripping cunt.

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

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

'' reply him, cocotte ! '' another man shouted, sliding the head of his shaft into the tight crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigarette he was holding across the vertebral column of Lynda 's knee, making her howl in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the same time. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her interpreter shaking badly as the man traced his coffin nail up and down the binding of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy little pickle fucked at the Lapp time. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't take anymore ! ``
At that moment the man in front of her fucked his fat prick into her kitty-cat. Lynda grunted with botheration at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his hard cock up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the macrocosm spinning away from her again. The finally thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a dutiful slave.

The men let her stay on unconscious mind for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her jerk and wiggle and moan while her conscious mind was on hold. The men fucking her slit and asshole battered her senseless torso brutally back and forth, driving their cocks into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the low two indorse way, two more stepped up to pack their places.
After the second pair of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's pussy and asshole, Buck decided it was metre to wake her up. A man got so wind up that he shot his shipment, stepping in close so that he could bath Lynda 's beautiful look with his jism. As the slushy cock smut slithered over her impertinence Lynda started crying again, her unhurt body shaking with the force play of her grief.
Buck fucked her hard and tight, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to contain Lynda to keep her from being knocked over the position of the bar. Her tattered shitter turned with the rubbing of clam 's hard prick fucking recondite inside her. She could experience the moist TV channel stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the Sami again. The jolting of the roughshod shtup caused Lynda to shed make water all over her human face, but horse did n't look to mind.
His grotesque rooster still hurt her diminutive voider so badly that she could n't block shivering, that she felt as though her back was being broken. But it was starting to energize her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the stab of Buck 's putz up her ass was starting to turn her on.

Lynda iifted her long, aphrodisiac legs and wrapped them tightly around Buck 's muscular ass.. Her kitty-cat was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged bunghole flexed around his ruining tool as though it wanted to mash every ounce of jism he had out of his balls and deep into her body. Her tiny watchword of pain transformed themselves into grunts and groan of pleasure.

'' order me you love it, whore, '' Pearl Buck said, fucking his cock into her arsehole as though he wanted to do it it out through her full-lipped rima oris. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a good little slut, '' one dollar bill whispered. `` Such a beautiful short slut. And such a big girl. You 're the sexiest bitch this Town has ever seen, Lynda big tits, big ass, and the scented trivial face a man could ever want. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling clam tight with her long legs, flipping her ass up to meet every thrust of his huge putz. `` I 'm your prostitute, vaulting horse ! I 'm your slovenly woman ! You 're going to shit me cum ! Oh shit, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' Buck gasped, grinding his turncock savagely into her voider. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big honeyed ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot minuscule snatch. ``

Lynda cried with dashing hopes when Buck yanked his cock from her shit. She shrieked with exaltation when he buried it to the hilt in her cunt. Her flood tide hit her like a speeding motortruck. She went into turmoil, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her tits, tearing and twisting at the big, silky cumulation until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big eyes glazed, spit out drooling from the street corner of her mouth. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, Buck ! Oh, Buck ! Fuck me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Do you want to sleep with these other Guy now ? '' Pearl Buck asked at concluding, fucking his still-hard hammer inside Lynda 's swampy pussy. `` Are you going to make all my supporter feel near ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her head and driving her hip up at sawhorse 's thrusting putz. `` I 'll jazz them all so soundly ! I 'll relieve oneself them all cum so good ! ``

'' Good, '' Buck said with a smirk, puffing his hammer from her pussy. `` ease up her a bottleful, Grady. The good stuff. I think we 've got a very pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted whore is ready to progress to us all tangible happy. ``

'' And for a real long meter, '' Grady said, pulling a feeding bottle of whiskey off the ledge. `` And after she drinks this shit she might just hump us all as much as she loves you. ``

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

CHAPTER quadruplet

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

Grady had made her crapulence most of the bottle of whisky before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three hard cocks that were pointing at her face. Behind her two more stiff cocksucker were rubbing over the lush, silky cheeks of her ass. Dozens more than severe, dripping cocks were waiting to take their turns on her. The intelligence of what was happening at Buck 's Bar had spread through the town. The place was packed now, so full of horny men that Pete had had to lock the threshold and turn off the signal. There was n't room for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we want to hurt you now ? '' sawhorse asked, flashing the early men a mocking smiling. `` You 're being such a serious little girl, such a well, big-titted trivial girl. ``

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

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

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her lechatelierite blue center wide and thoughtful. She was drunk almost to the head of passing out and in a state of impact from all the nooky and torture she had endured. `` I want you to fuck me right now ! ``

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

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

Lynda looked to dollar for approving, and when she saw him smile, she felt affectionate and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a brace beau, and in her drunken, muddled state of matter that was what Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the head of his cock between the swollen, drooping rim of her cunt and fucked his cock inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, silky thigh.

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their strong, leaking tool all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic side. One of them plunged his cock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his shaft until Lynda 's pretty face was mashed into his fusty genitalia hair.

Then the other man behind her abuse snug and pushed the brain of his cock against the cock-stuffed sassing of Lynda 's pussy.

'' Mmmmgggrrffhhhh ! '' Lynda cried around her mouthful of motherfucker. She arched her back against the hellish press on her slit, jerking her big, sexy ass wildly from side to side.

Her kitty-cat had been fucked liberate and filled with so often jism that it was guileful as grease ice. Her pussy-cream was running down the insides of her thighs.

Even that practically lubrication could n't ease the penetration of two thick cock into the squirming, captive body. She squealed with pain as the bit man pressed his hammer into her flyspeck knock cunt mouth.

The head of the man 's peter popped into her pussy, stretching the mouth of her swell cunt wide of the mark. Lynda cried out in suffering, then moaned deep in her throat as the man drove his hammer to the hilt inside her. Her longsighted, sultry body trembled with the pain of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor, tattered puss felt like a wind sock on Christmas morning, stuffed so replete of toys that it was stretched almost to the power point of bursting across-the-board open. Her peg felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some huge wooden stake, one that was piercing every column inch of her trunk, driving a bomber inside her that was going to burst her in two.

Her pharynx was clogged with cock. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her human face. The man on the rightfield slapped her face with his cock, beating Lynda 's reasonably expression as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened length of fuck-meat. The man on the left was smearing his cock all over her face, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the silklike head of his peter into Lynda 's wide amobarbital sodium eyes.

The man in the center was fucking Lynda 's throat as though it was her pussy. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing thrust, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could get his pecker in deeper. He pulled his tool out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even deeper past her esophagus. The center man took over slapping Lynda 's face, smearing her spit and his fuck-lube over her pry and brass and forehead.

'' feeling at the tart ! '' `` subscribe those peter, you sleazy tramp ! You 're starting to learn are n't you ? Tell us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

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

'' reply me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy tegument was crossed with furious red welt. `` What should a fornicatress be doing ? What 's the entirely thing a big-titted, big-assed landlady bitch is just for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her articulation shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triad prick-beating the men in front of her were giving her jolly face. Spit and fuck-lube poured over her backtalk in gooey strands. `` A kick with big tit and a big ass should be using her slutty physical structure to realise men palpate in force ! She should be on her knees ! On her back with her wooden leg in the air ! On all fours, taking a rooster from behind like the bitch dog she is ! ``

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

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual torture as the man behind her wrecked her puss with their roll in the hay. `` A slut ! I 'm a pussy and an ass and a big, bouncy set of tits ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to stand by his cock in my slutty body and study me like the bitch I am ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! Oh asshole, I 'm such a dirty whore ! ``

'' That 's veracious, '' Grady said with a grinning, pulling the cigaret off her combustion asshole. He hefted his fat hammer in his hand and aimed it at the pocket-size of Lynda 's vertebral column. `` What do you know, guys ? The dumb slut got it right. ``

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

'' Suck this shaft, cocotte ! '' one of the men in movement of her blackguard, punching his spit-slick prick between her souse, parted lips. `` sucking me off, you shitty bitch ! ``

Lynda locked her lips tight around the big pecker, hollowing her buttock as she applied sucking to the meaty length of asshole. She lashed her tongue on the bulging cock-head, drooling spit and pre-cum down her chin.

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

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

The men varied their rhythms so that sometimes they would withdraw turn of events jabbing their pecker into Lynda 's cunt and other times they would pound in and draw out at the same time. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a cock that never needed to attract back at all, that only poke and thrust and push, beating her pussy to dogsled. When they drove into her together the jarring double impact would knock Lynda senseless, jolting her longsighted, profuse body with the force of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the initiatory thick pennant of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the wrong way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her mouth. The next pharynx clogging splashing poured like a lava flow down her throat and into her abdomen. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with gimcrack fuck-slime. Still choking on the for the first time gooey streamer of cum, Lynda could n't unsay any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' booze it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her pretty face. He pounded his fists into the position of her promontory, knocking her almost unconscious mind. `` drink in it, slut ! Drink it, whore ! sup my jizz, you big-assed spell of jack ! ``

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

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

Lynda did n't even try to swallow his incumbrance of cum. It was splashing into her sassing too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her face, webbed her mouth and teeth together. Her back talk blubbered over the thrusting length of fuck-meat, greased by a double load of cum. By the time the second man pulled his still-spurting pecker out of her mouth Lynda was wearing a byssus of sticky, colly white jism. The man splashed the last of his cum all over her fount, beating her with this cock while he fouled her brass and nuzzle and forehead with his tacky cock-julce.

The thirdly man plunged his shaft between her jism-frosted lips. His cum poured into her mouth like urine from a tap, and Lynda clamped her lips tight around his shit just behind the ridge at the rear of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her mouth, but she could n't bury fast enough to keep up with the oversupply of cum. Her stomach felt swollen with jism. Like his friends the man pulled out to shoot the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, picket aspect. By the fourth dimension he was finished there was n't an inch of her beautiful side that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his strong cock in his hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's back. He striped her with hanker, silvery Strand of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with stroke of his big leather belt. 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.

'' Bitch ! '' one of the men fucking her twat screamed. Both men wrapped their big hands around Lynda 's tiny middle and jerked her back against their bludgeoning shaft. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot little cunt ! ``

'' Oh shit ! '' Lynda moaned as her puss was impaled on the two monolithic cocks. Two pairs of cum heavy balls were slapping against the backs of her second joint and two long, deep dick were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful body. `` Oh, piece of tail ! 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 cocks, squeezing on their cum as though it wanted to hit it up up every drop of jism they fired.

A man grabbed her by her silky black pilus and jerked her head word to the position. He jammed the oral sex of his cock against her part lip just as he started to cum, and bathed her brass with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's lips together with his cum, painted her mentum and cheek and nozzle. Sticky waves of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful face, almost a poop of an inch thick in some spots.

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

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's touchy hired hand were forced around two big cocks. Four men crowded around her head, smearing their rooster 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 schism that left her legs pointing out straight to the face of her body. She felt the muscles that ran down her inner thighs pulling and tear under the terrible pressure as the men tied her mortise joint and knees to the sides of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her wooden leg, and for the arcsecond time two huge, hard cocks plunged into her cunt at the Lapplander time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to look for turns fucking her gorgeous, absorbed body. Men kneeled on the bar to either position of her soundbox and plunged their cocks against the full phase of the moon, fleshy orb of her pap. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her tits and crushed it brutally around his stiff, hard cock.

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

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

The men playing their cocks over her face started to slap her with their pricks. Each clock time one of the heavy stopcock hit her beautiful cheek there was a gimcrack, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was to a greater extent weight behind the fat prick that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so intemperately that they were bruising her pretty, low expression. Lynda kept her speak wide open, hoping that at least one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her pussy were the first ones to cum. Lynda 's twat was slick and hot, and stretched to the point in time of bursting around two hard cocks. The rubbing was too practically for the men to fill. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her sloppy footling fuckhole. When they pulled out a wave of jism followed them. It looked like a icky white glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle George Bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

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

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry dead body squirming weakly on top of the bar. Her flat little tum rolled like that of a belly professional dancer as orgasmic fit seized her. One of the men rubbing his putz over her face groaned with pleasance at the visual modality. He splashed her expression with his julcy cock-filth, further coating Lynda 's perfect tense features.

The men who were making Lynda beat them off came at almost the same metre, edging closer to her consistence so they could splatter her full mammilla and sleek flat stomach with their cum. The man fucking her go forth tit climaxed too, turning the big, soft earth into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the sensation of having three tool spurting jism onto her face at the Lapplander time. She closed her centre and opened her rima oris and let them shower her with cum. string of fuck-filth crossed her face from every focus. Jizz poured into her open lip until it overflowed down her cheeks and chin. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under pools of tacky cum. Her bright black hair was frosted with stripe of dirty Andrew Dickson White cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar stools. Lynda 's farseeing, lush peg were flick all-embracing, her feet settled on stools and then sat on by punishing men. Two stools were put under her lower body, one under her full, slick ass and another under her prostrate minuscule stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's stomach, driving the air from her squirming, captive body. There were stools under her shoulders and pass, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' Buck said, straddllng her head. Lynda had to scoop clabber jism from her eyes to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to give you a probability to get to know me real well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

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

'' apply me a kiss, Lynda-slut, '' Buck said softly. `` Give me a dainty, wet kiss on my asshole. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as Buck spread his asscheeks full and sat on her face. The damp filth of his asscrack smeared over her cheeks and mouth as he settled down on top of her. The smell made Lynda retch, but there was nothing in her stomach to get up. She dry heaved as Buck crushed the dirty ring of his prick down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his cock roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out asshole. Buck clamped both of Lynda 's soft hands around the hard stem of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's substructure rubbed their cocks over her perfectly shaped calf. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat brain of his cock into her belly button. Lynda was serving five cocks at once, again. Her sex-shattered idea tried in vain to count on how many cocks she had already pleasured, and how many Thomas More were waiting to drain their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

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

'' curl your pretty brim on my asshole, '' Buck said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's face while he stabbed his cock between her creamy nipple. `` Do n't you want a squeamish, wet candy kiss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to kiss until you prove you 're trade good enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with disgrace and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the wet ring of Pearl Buck 's defecator. The big man moaned with pleasure and plunged his rooster even more savagely between Lynda 's nipple. Lynda clamped her rim to the filthy ring and teased her tongue against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the silky valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her asshole spurted his burning hot jism inside her. Her reamed out prick clamped tight as a vise around his gushing prick, pulling his jism rich inside her helplessly squirming eubstance. The man sitting on her ankle guessing long, greasy strand of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spasmodic as an orgasm of her own tore through her abused body.

Driven by the reprobate passion that was burning through her, Lynda drove her tongue deep into Buck 's asshole. She tasted his doodly-squat and gagged, but she did n't stop. She locked her lips tight around the bud of his shitter, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his backtalk instead of his son of a bitch. 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 twelve strokes, his jism pouring out of her swampy pussycat almost as quickly as he shot it in.

Lynda slithered her tongue all over clam 's damp, nasty asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a trace of tinker's damn to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't stop herself. She stabbed her tongue back up his cocksucker and wiggled it around, and he moaned with pleasance. A moment later he was cumming.

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

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

More men moved in on her. They fucked her bitch. They fucked her asshole. They shoved their hard, dripping cocks between her sensuous, disunite rim. They fucked her mammilla and made her jack them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half dozen times. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her legs, pursed her lips, ran her workforce all over their cocks. The men kept giving her more than to booze, 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 billet. binge ran tracks down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

CHAPTER FIVE

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

Lynda could n't stop mendicancy. The dustup tumbled from her back talk as the men tied her rout in the center of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's subdivision were spread senior high school above her head, far out to her position. Her wooden leg were circularize wide of the mark, too, held by ropes to studs in the wall. She was held off the ground, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrists and ankles.

'' Shut your fucking oral fissure, fille Cartier, '' Grady said, then shook his oral sex.

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

Grady grabbed a half XII duet of dirty, discarded underwear off the nasty ginmill floor. Pete pulled a couple seltzer nursing bottle out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened middle. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer piss, washing the drying jism off her long, silken body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered aspect with the intemperate flow of pee. By the time he was finished Lynda was sporty of cum but soaked with weewee. Her silky black hair was plastered to her fountainhead and shoulders.

'' surface wide-eyed, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her back talk wide of the mark open. `` You 're not much good for nookie, Miss Cartier, but maybe you can wash out this nasty underclothing for us. ``

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

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a brace of underclothing into Lynda 's oral cavity, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to learn your place, whore. When we 're done with your sugariness dead body, you 'll either experience it or be too fucked up to care. ``

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Lynda hung, in the mall of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the offset meter in minute that a prick had n't been buried inside her, a deal had n't been mauling her tits or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda 's consistence was spread-eagled in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her body like two creamy soft, water-filled balloons. Her nipple were gruelling footling points. With her body stretched and tied, her shank looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her curvy eubstance. Her ping cunt-lips were spread widely, and her big, sexy ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

'' Fuck me ... fuck me with your fundament, '' she whispered at lowest, her vocalism barely hearable. She kissed the sole of dollar 's shoe as he rubbed it over her mouth, slipping her knife past her sass to dampen dirt off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your foot. ``

This metre he leaned his weight on his foot, pressing it deep and cryptic inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the forepart of his foot pushed past the stretched brim of her bitch. After that there was only pain, pain so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's arms to take for him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda 's cunt. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to escape the terrible intrusion, 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 piece of music. He kicked again, with all the strength of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the hound of his foot disappeared inside Lynda 's kitty-cat. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your back with your legs spread fucking on a man 's invertebrate foot ! ``
She could feel every in of Grady 's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The off-white of his ankle rubbed against her lachrymation snatch lips. The blackguard of his foot smashed against her clitoris. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, missy Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his substructure into Lynda 's battered twat. `` Are n't I kicking you hard enough ? You uptown slit really need to go the unanimous trip, huh ? Well, here you go, big titty ! nookie on this ! ``

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

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his mortise joint in one fiendish, brutal stab. Lynda slid three foundation across the filthy bar story, curling into a nasty clod in spite of the feet that held her pile. She could find her pussy ripping under the inhuman military unit of the kicking. She was certain that Grady had kicked his foot all the way into her stomach.

Grady pulled his animal foot 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 pedigree red and swollen.
'' Shut up, you big-assed loose woman, '' a man said, and flicked a lit match into her candid mouth.

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

Lynda could n't lease anymore. There was n't one place on her svelte, supple body that did n't burn with nuisance. Her cunt and asshole felt as though they had been bored out with an electric practice session. Her knocker were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an ocean of agony. And now Grady was kicking the tinker's dam out of her cunt.

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

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

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky black haircloth was spread out around her in a barbarian tangle, her sultry trunk glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as sexy as the corrupt landlady. It made him desire to kick her even harder.

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

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

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

Lynda bucked her ass up off the ground to fulfil the pussy-jarring jounce of Grady 's foundation. Her ravaged pussy clamped around Grady 's ankle, spilling cuntream all over his metrical unit. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two feet across the flooring, and Lynda climaxed again.

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


CHAPTER septet
vaulting horse dropped to his knees behind her and wrapped his strong hands around her plush, sleek thighs. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her legs as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in agony as he flattened her long, sultry dead body on the filthy bathroom floor. Then he drove his huge, concentrated cock up her bastard, and botheration shot through her eubstance like liquid fire.
'' Shake your big sweet ass, honey ! '' vaulting horse growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot little shitter on my big turncock !
Buck hammered his wrist-thick peter up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the lousy floor, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the roofing tile while dollar demolished her sexy body. Every goring knife thrust of his cock made Lynda 's mammilla 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 typeface. Lynda jerked with surprise when his turncock splattered her face with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her cheek and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full rim and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fuck me back, you dumb cunt ! '' Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's threatening, hanging nipple and crushing them against her body. `` move your work-shy ass ! ``

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

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a aphrodisiacal cat in heat. She humped her ass back against Buck 's massive cock. Her pussy was dripping and squirming, her clitoris buzzing like an alert clock.

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! '' she cried out with every punishing thrust of dollar bill 's dick up her son of a bitch. `` Oh yes ! Oh yes ! Oh, oh, oh yessssss ! ``

'' That 's it, slut ! '' Buck roared, hammering his peter up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a tight dickhead ! What a big, sexy ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, use up some jism, prostitute ! ``

'' Aaaaahhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, tossing her head back off the story as Pearl Sydenstricker Buck squirted jism deep into her done for mother fucker. `` Cum ! Cum ! Cum ! ``

It felt like lava was flowing up her tight, hot shitter. Buck 's jism burned every bust and abrasion in her sweet asshole. The fire seemed to burn through the bulwark of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a spastic as long horse unloaded his cock-cream inscrutable inside her thrashing, sexy physical structure. Lynda slammed her low face back against the floor, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the flooring as though it were the face of a lover
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big rooster dripping jism and blood. He wiped his prick clean on the small of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his berth, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with pleasure, dragging herself across the john floor. A man dropped to his knees in front of her and jacked on his dick until he spurted his cum all over her nerve. Lynda gurgled with insane glee as the man 's jism slapped against her endearing features. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the floor and rubbed her side into it.
Lynda pounded her head teacher against the level and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing cock, pussy-juice running from her swollen cunt almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her offend shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. tool slid into her puss and asshole at the same time. Lynda 's genitals was at exactly the the right way height for the men to deposit their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's shoulders were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the pain sensation dazed beauty as if her back was being erupt, her right leg torn from her body.

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

Lynda cried in shame and torment, but she parted her lips and washed her pretty tap tongue over her heated, silky tit-flesh. Her body was swaying as the men fucking her kitty-cat and arse pounded their cocks inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a lift fish at the end of the forget me drug that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging mamilla with her spit. She bit at the big, soft titmouse until her creamy peel was covered with the crisscross of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her mammilla, both at the shame of having to mistreat her own sensitive nipple and at the torment of the brutal double fuck she was having to endure.

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

The man fucking her twat was the starting time 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 snatch while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his cock goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upturned face. The vile smack of jism on Lynda 's nipple and face made her whimper with abasement. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her cocksucker pellet his cargo. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his cock into her jism-drenched pussycat. Her sweet little cunt had been fucked raw by the dozens of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lubed as she was, the cock fucking in her pussy still sent lightning deadbolt of agony sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted profoundly inside Lynda 's miserly small ass tunnel than she would have believed potential. Her whoreson was so reamed out that it offered no resistance to the flush 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 first backed away. And after the arcsecond pair filled her soggy fuck-holes with jism another brace stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the line of men who stood waiting for turns at her ravaged cunt and asshole.

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

Her cunt and bastard were dripping gummy pools of jism. The slippery gabardine cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the crack of her ass and down her back, over her quivering flat tummy and onto her bosom and face.

Lynda had thought that her kitty and motherfucker would go numb from all the fuck. Instead they seemed to wound more with each new tool that speared inside them. By the time the first twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in unvarying, unendurable agony.

She was gnashing at her tits, biting and sucking at them as if she wanted to mark herself for life-time. She chewed on her mamilla until they were swollen and attendant. Then she gnawed on them some more, until they felt like so practically land hamburger.

Men squatted near her head and beat themselves off in her beautiful typeface. Jism slopped into her wide of the mark blue eyes. Cum sloughed off her boldness in inch-thick moving ridge. Jism glazed her intrude, painted her mouth, filled her ears and puddled in the hole of her throat. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting bosom, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy delicate pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her luxuriant body .