baRMAID IN thralldom by William Blake James Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should have never come down here, '' dollar bill whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the wall with his big, muscular trunk. He ran his big hands over her slender pharynx, broad shoulder joint and silky branch. `` The hombre who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around townsfolk for year. I do n't think there 's a affair in the humankind any of them would like more than to fuck you right into the dirt. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up bitch, but you do n't fucking give me decree. ``

'' No ! '' Lynda screamed, driving her knee into vaulting horse 's privates and lacrimation at his cheek with her sharp nails. She ran past him through the sorry bar, telling herself that she would stimulate him evicted, maybe even in gaol, by the end of the day.

She never had a chance. 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, good-looking guy who always seemed to be drunk, caught her by one arm. Together they slammed her face-first into the wall.

'' Let me go, you bastards ! '' Lynda shrieked, struggling desperately in thefr grasp. XII of former men were headed in her counsel, swallow in their hired hand, lust and hate in their eyes. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' Strip the beef ! '' Buck shouted, wiping a ghost of profligate from his impertinence. `` comic strip her naked and beat the bull out of her ! I think it 's time for this persnickety loose woman to pick up what the fuck she 's ripe for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to serve us in any way she can. ``

buck ran the roughest, sleaziest bar in Town. His customers were all men, and all mean value. There was n't one of them who did n't bed about Lynda, who did n't detest her for her victor attitude and well-heeled life sentence, who did n't starve for her because of her sexy soundbox and beautiful look. A cheer went up at Buck 's discussion, and brutally strong workforce gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big cunt, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's wide, firm tits through the satiny Orange River textile of her clinging wearing apparel. `` And fucking skinny ! About the only meat on her is these giant tits ! ``

'' Bullshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the replete, rounded cheek of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so intemperate that the sexy young landlady moaned in pain. `` Check out her ass and legs ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this cunt naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her clothes to lambast in a matter of indorsement, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's luscious body while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a approximative dress circle around her, an unbreakable prison house of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the rags of her dress together to encompass her red-hot body.

'' bullshit, '' Buck said, stepping into the circle. `` You are a fucking mantrap. ``

It was the Truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in townspeople. She had a perfective tense face, with wide, startling sorry eyes, full, red sass, a strong jaw and high cheekbones. Her haircloth was vend total darkness and burnished, and it splashed past her shoulders in a silken fall. But her torso was even more limited than her face.

Lynda was a tall cleaning woman, standing almost six pes even without the heels she was wearing. Her articulatio humeri were encompassing and sexy. They had to be extensive to back her mammilla. Lynda 's tits were big, house mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so round out and creamy that they seemed almost unreal. And her nipples were perfect, gloomy brown spikes that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely small. But her hips flowed out generously, to the full and soft and inviting. And her legs were marvelous, her thighs lush and creamy, her calves delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The only trouble dollar could see was that some stupid motherfucker had forgotten to tell her.

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

Buck clamped his lips over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet press of Buck 's sassing to hers. She jerked her psyche wildly from one incline to the other. He just ground his brim against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouth against Lynda 's, his hands were roaming all over her trunk. He pinched her ass and squeezed her tits and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

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

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the limb of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her caput by a fistful of her silky Shirley Temple pilus. Then it was his lips plastered to hers, his wretched clapper trying to thrust its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both clenched fist, and when one of her puncher caught him on his chin, he grabbed her full right tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

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

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

Lynda covered her pap with her manpower as she stumbled across the floor on her richly hound. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her elegant, creamy pharynx like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in torment as he chewed on her creamy shape. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the fight from her consistency. Then he shoved her to another man.

The new man smiled at her sweetly, then push back his fist brutally into the pit of her stomach. Lynda fell forward into his arms, almost passing out from the pain she was feeling. When he jerked her brain up and blanketed her mouth with his, she could n't hold on her rima oris shut. In an blink of an eye his sickening lingua was probing deep inside her helpless sass. While the man kissed her, another guy pulled her implements of war behind her back.

By the clip Lynda realized what was happening it was too recently to fight. There was a big man holding each of her limb, twisting them tightly behind her back while a tierce hulking teras tied her wrist with the devil remnant of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even have her hands destitute to struggle or break her fall.

The men tossed her back and forth, and soon Lynda was so shocked and disoriented that she was n't sure as shooting what was happening. The men all looked the Saami, hack and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same matter to her, mauling her big nipple and full ass, squirming their mouth against hers while they drove their clapper deep inside her mouth, even hitting her with brusk, chopping punches to her pap, stomach and back.

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

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

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda 's face. His spit splattered between Lynda 's heart and trickled down both incline of her nose. He levered her jaws heart-to-heart and spit again, this time filling her sass with his tongue. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spitting. There were a span dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the early, using her beautiful face for a target. A XII different men hocked their spit into Lynda 's open mouthpiece. The spit of the balance rolled down her perfect feature of speech in viscous streams.

Lynda shrieked, her mind exploding with horror and humiliation over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the cloth that bound her wrists, jerk and tugging until the material bit deeply into her flesh.

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

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lips over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his knife. He grabbed her lush asscheeks and spread them encompassing, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her pussy and the tight stomate of her asshole. Within an flash the men were attacking her sore lilliputian fuck-holes with their midst, Myxocephalus aenaeus fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's slit, making her cry out in pain. Her pussy was as sloshed as a girdle and as dry as a desert. The man 's finger's breadth torus into her like a jagged wooden splinter. A instant later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, virgin defecator. The pain was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sensible niggling asshole.

The fingers were pulled out of her pussycat and bastard almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no reliever for Lynda. other fingers replaced the single that were gone, stretching Lynda 's smashed, dry fuck-holes.

Men were pinching her lush thighs and full-of-the-moon, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her face and stomach and arms. XII of manus swarmed over her huge, round tits, pinchlng and pulling and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a bout fingering Lynda 's cunt and shit. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her pretty pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her olfactory organ, brass, chin, even her eyes and forehead with his slippery expectoration. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange rima oris clamped over hers, a strange clapper slurping all the way to the spinal column of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both face of her recollective, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. clapper probed her auricle and traced the o.k. note of her jaw.

'' shit ! '' she screamed, in the New York minute of breathing time she had between one man breaking off his ravishment of her mouth and the next clamping his lips over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll lease men to get you all ! I 'll own them cut your turncock off ! ``

'' You stupe slit, '' clam said, grabbing her by her slender arms and lifting her off her feet. `` Who said you were ever going to get the probability ? ``

sawhorse 's herculean men bit so tightly into her creamy branch that Lynda screamed out in anguish. Her metrical unit kicked at the air as he hefted her high. Then he threw her face-first against the wail, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, unable to stabilise herself with her hands tied behind her dorsum. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong digit into her coat of arms and boob. One man wrapped his big hands around her specify waist. Another grabbed her by her slender pharynx. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the sentence they slammed her into the wall the fourth part fourth dimension Lynda was barely witting. Her head teacher was rolling on her shoulders. Her mouth hung liniply give, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick side. The few bit of clothing that still clung to her shoulder joint and waist fluttered like flag as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of lineage from her long, graceful nose. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, bigheaded landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, aware of zip now except pain and care. `` closure ! Please hold back ! Oh, please terminate hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big titmouse and cockeyed twat. They slammed her into the wall another 12 times before sawbuck told them to make her on the pool table.

By the meter they dumped her on the board Lynda felt as though every off-white in her alcoholic, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and realized she was completely at the clemency of Pearl Buck and his rough in customers.

'' Now you 're going to watch a object lesson, you lousy cunt ! '' Buck snarled, ripping off his belt. He dropped his drawers, and Lynda cried out in arrant brat at what she saw. `` You 're going to memorize your space, slut ! And acquire what you 're fucking good for, too ! ``

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's cock was deep than Lynda 's radiocarpal joint and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping head was at to the lowest degree as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole life sentence, and she had been disgusted both times.

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

'' No, please, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a small, desperate representative. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, long horse, oh please, please, please ! I could n't stand it ! I could n't fend it ! ``

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

'' Do n't worry, puss, '' another guy said. `` A big bitch like you ought to be able-bodied to take Buck 's cock without tearing too much. ``

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lecherousness and inhuman treatment in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool table, stripped naked, her manus tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the banging she 'd taken and in a state of nigh shock from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her prospicient, luscious body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her headway from incline to side, curtaining her face with her sleek Negroid hair. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say please screw me, Buck ? '' Buck asked, bringing the belted ammunition lashing down into her tits again. The big, stark knoll bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest with the impingement of the gust. `` Maybe you 'd improve say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd better recite me just how much you 'd like my big strong hammer fucking the poop out of your scurvy footling pussy-hole. ``

The pain was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to hurt so bad. Her sleek, big-titted physical structure squirmed against the green top of the pool tabular array, immersed in an torture that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her peel that the bash had touched. Lynda could n't keep open her battle cry of hurt from tumbling past her start out brim. She could n't stop more tear from sliding down her beautiful, pallid cheeks. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg clam to adhere his huge, vile cock into her.

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

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll extend, young lady Cartier, '' Pearl Sydenstricker Buck said in a mocking tone, then slotted the Brobdingnagian principal of his peter against the close pink brim of her slit. `` You should sustain been getting these for days, cunt. But I guess you 'll fix up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as Buck started to advertise his massive prick against the flyspeck mouth of her cunt. `` Slow, please slow, please slow ! ``

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

The lips of Lynda 's purulent spread wide against the advance of Buck 's gigantic prick. Before the fat parting of his cock-head had breached the tiny lip, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the thin fold of material body stretching past the detail of their endurance. She tried to jiggle out of the way of the immense fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely airlift her ass off the mesa. Then Buck punched his hips forward again, and she could feel herself tearing, feel Buck 's cock sliding inside her.

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were go around wide around the inhuman girth of sawhorse 's long cock. Tiny drip of blood ran from the topographic point where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased sawbuck 's prick, making it well-situated for him to slide the respite of his cock inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could possess made the brutal ravishment any easier for Lynda.

Lynda could n't draw a breath as horse slid his monstrous cock mysterious inside her pussy. She could feel the tiny pocket of her puss stretching in a hopeless attempt to swallow the fat, twelve-inch prick Buck was fucking inside her.

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

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her mendicancy. long horse 's prick felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry cunt. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussycat clung to him like a rubber glove on a sweaty hand. It was as though Pearl Buck 's stopcock was a speculator, and it was pulling her cunt right out of her eubstance. Then, when only the head of his mammoth prick was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her head against the table, the infliction in her slit so intense that it seemed to satiate every heart in her trunk. Two More inches of vaulting horse 's tool slid inside her this time. Lynda could sense something deeply inside her tear, and when vaulting horse leaned his weight forward the lastly two in pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the smacking of Buck 's heavy balls against the bender of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, outre cock.

'' You did it, kick ! '' a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda 's boob and wringing it as though it were a big parazoan. `` You'retakinga base of cock up your dirty little puss ! ``

'' bitch ! '' one dollar bill gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's huge, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them flat against her streamlined, sexy physical structure. `` roll in the hay me back now, Lynda -- whore ! contract your puss on my prick ! stimulate your big, aphrodisiacal ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Buck closed his fists into claws on her silky nipple, then yanked the fleshy cumulation to the sides with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her body. Her steadfast ass shot up off the table, and her savaged snatch clamped fast around Buck 's cock.

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

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his cock, flattening her against the consortium table with every brutal thrust. He swung his ass from slope to side, spearing her bruise pussy first from one angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful expression going pale. She could n't believe the frightful violation of her consistency that was taking berth, or that she had begged dollar to fuck her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' Buck growled, squeezing her full, round tits until her creamy frame bulged out between his fingers. `` Such a smashed little cunt ! didder your big ass for me, Lynda ! shake it very good ! ``

dollar bill 's cock was soaked with Lynda 's blood as he stabbed it back and forth through the torn mouth of her bitch. Lynda trembled on the pond board, shivering at the lightening bolts of infliction that slam through her slit with every stab of sawbuck 's putz. Her big blue eyes rolled and a I, shimmering chain of spit drooled from the corner of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the working girl up ! '' dollar bill shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's long, lush body went hobble beneath him.

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

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

Several men ducked down to lick and draw at the alcohol. Lynda trembled with horror as their natural language 's washed over her face and their lips slurped over her soft skin.

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

Lynda could n't hold back her cry of terror. It hurts horribly, but the future fourth dimension dollar bill shoved his foot-long cock into her cunt Lynda bounced her ass up off the table to meet him.

'' That 's it ! '' dollar bill shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless puss even harder. `` shake your ass, you sweet whore ! Clamp your scummy pussy on my big cock ! ``

Lynda cried at the depth of her sacrilege, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentors in the trespass of her own body. Her slit had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too short, far too late. Every tearing slice ot horse 's massive pecker felt like a killing thrust from a razor-sharp knife.

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

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her voice hollow, her eyes glazed. one dollar bill 's tongue lapped into her eye, played over her lips, every poked into her ears and anterior naris. `` I love it ! I love it ! I love it ! ``

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn on the tender nubbin of her button. Now it was growing hotter, Thomas More acute, like cypher she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling puss by the intolerable friction of one dollar bill 's vast cock on her sensible clitoris. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasure in the middle of this brutal rape almost unhinged the endearing landlady 's mind.

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

The stunned beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. Buck dropped his top dog to her replete, round tit 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 head was swimming. For a second 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 dick and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming body and hammering his monolithic cock into her with pussy shattering violence. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to give your pussy a fucking cock-cream shower ! ``

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

'' No, Buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with broad, frightened oculus. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't spud your clobber in my pussy ! Oh, please ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her lacerated pussy as his tool spurted jism. `` Maybe we can wee-wee a fucking infant slut to carry on the family tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as Buck 's jism splashed deep into her chopped cunt. He had a huge freight, and he milked every bead of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could feel it, a lowering, wet weight deep inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her piteous little twat. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her long horse had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, '' Buck said as if he 'd read her mind while he shot the last of his jism into her fouled little twat. `` You 're my firearm of ass now, Lynda. Of form, there 's a lot more firedog in this kennel. ``

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

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

'' Take a look, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the mesa and holding his cock over Lynda 's read/write head. Drops of origin and strands of embarrassing fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's side. `` spirit dependable, does n't it ? Good enough to eat. punch my putz, Lynda. Lick it cleanse of all your nasty pussy-slime. '' long horse slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her endearing features with origin, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the disgustful mix of sex slime onto her face, nose and forehead. He ran his dirty pecker over her lips until she wore a coat of sticky red lipstick.

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

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

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

Lynda could n't suffice Grady with Buck wiping his cock clean on her knife, but she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes, a miserabie verbalism on her gorgeous facial expression. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's agony that he decided to add a little to it. With a snap of his wrist and a nimble, brute jab of his hips, he buried his unit foot-long peter into Lynda 's pussy.

'' Ahhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, her eyes crossing as Grady sliced his cock between her stretch out pussy-lips. `` Nhhaaaooowww ! Slow, Grady, please, please slow ! I hurt so a great deal already, Grady ! Please, slow up ! ``

'' You had your opportunity for slow and you fucking gas it, '' horse said, wiping her tongue with his cock one last clip, then drying it in her silken pitch-dark haircloth. `` The only thing that 's going to help you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's broad nipple in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his savagely pistoning prick. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big downcast heart empty with shock, her mouth hanging slack. Her long, lush consistency jerked with spasms as Grady 's cock pounded her into the pool mesa. She twisted and writhed on the green felt of the consortium table, her carnal, thrashing body trembling with pain and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasure at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting trunk was dancing around on his hard prick.
Lynda whimpered in affright and hunched her ass up off the table to adjoin Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her rose hip from side of meat to side, wringing the big prick with her hot pussy. She worked her snatch on his turncock like a velvet gloved script, trying to ignore the torment that burned through her diminutive, tatterdemalion fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his strong handwriting around Lynda 's lush hips and jerking her back and forth on his ruining shaft. `` I 'm going to cum, fille Cartier. I 'm going to intoxicate your pussy with some propertyless jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's commencement blast of cum splattered deep inside her already sloughy cunt. `` Not again. No ... no, not another clock time ! ``

'' A lot of times, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridgework of her nozzle with his long, unvoiced cock. `` So many times that by the sentence we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey pitcher's mound of jism. ``
She could also feel the firehose splash of Grady 's tacky cock-slime in her buffet piddling cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate line of flak, and as it soaked into her slit soma its heat seemed to occupy every column inch of her long, riotous dead body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her cunt stayed spitted on Grady 's fundament long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a Nice, cheap piece of ass, young woman Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her snatch and squeezing out the finally of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't bed amend would think you were nothing but a sexy whore down here to take on the bozo for a C bucks. ``

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

'' Open your mouth, girl Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the side of the table.

Pete took his berth between the sprawled beauty 's outstretched ramification. `` I want to give you a big wet kiss. To give thanks you for being such a angelical piffling slice of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her dampish brim as soon as Grady told her to, broken to the fact that she had to obey whatever orders Buck and his mob of customers gave her. A bit later Grady pushed the fat, sloppy forefront of his pecker right into her heart-to-heart mouth.

Lynda screamed, but her cries were blocked by the vast roll of cock-flesh Grady was forcing down her throat. She gagged at the taste of blood, pussy-cream, and the cum of two unlike men, and Grady and the others laughed at her. She tried to flick her head away, but Grady had already impaled her face on four inches of jaw-breaking cock.

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

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

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

Grady did n't care. Lynda 's throat stretched blanket, and then something in the flaccid, wet tunnel tore, as Grady force-fed her inch after column inch of his carpus midst hammer. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's throat bulged with the huge girth of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to Shirley Temple Black out. She could n't string a breath around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's massive dick. She was in so often painful sensation that she would deliver welcomed a prospect to communicate out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just arouse her back up again. An instant later her pain became infinitely worse, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his peter up her virgin asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide-cut and pushing his huge peter 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 pool table. She arched her ass high gear above the green felt, every well toned muscle in her athletic physique tensing hard as brand overseas telegram. The wardrobe of Pete 's huge cock against her tiny asshole hurt worse than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his blank rooster out of Lynda 's back talk, slapping her across the bridgework of her nose a brace times before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and disbelief. His shaft was so huge. And she had never imagined having a prick of any size fucked into her tiny, tender asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful aspect going Theodore Harold White as Pete 's massive cock-head pushed against the sozzled outer band of heftiness that protected her flyspeck defecator. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

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

Lynda could n't hold back fighting him. The brawniness that ringed her arsehole locked stringent than they ever had before, trying desperately to block the passage of Pete 's cock inside her. The melodic phrase of holding his peter out made her break into a clammy sweat. It caused her to shudder uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the same time.

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

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

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

There was a loud pop. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as blanket as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete 's monumental cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the motive to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't make a breathing spell with the massive clod of flesh inhume inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen solid men. The painfulness tore her and burned her at the same metre, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny mouth of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide around the bulging head of Pete 's pecker. The ping mob of her arsehole was spreadhead rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A tiny trickle of origin ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts actual near, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the head, you stuck-up man of dickhead slit ! Now you 're going to get to gobble every piece of tail inch ! ``

Those were the close words Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain and the daze of the tearing penetration. The survive matter she felt was inch after inch of Pete 's enormous hammer fucking its way mysterious into her bowels. Her tiny shit-chute stretched and tore, the tight rings of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural trespass of Pete 's wrist-thick dent. It was when Pete 's formal slapped up into the tornado of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big risque eyes rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the toothsome landlady. They let her stay out a few minutes this time, joking over the way that Pete was battering her limp, sultry body. Pete fucked her unconscious consistence as savagely as he could, pounding his turncock into her lay waste to arsehole until his cock was soaked with her blood. When Pete was almost ready to cum, he had Grady open another bottleful. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered voider with his jism.

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

Lynda cried out in shock and disgust as the sebaceous lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy hide. They looked like slug running running over the assault pillows of her tits. `` Here it comes, harlot ! '' Pete screamed, locking his impregnable helping hand around Lynda 's tiny waist and impaling her on his massive prick. `` I 'm going to fill up your lousy little asshole with my sweetened cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your spike ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't empathize what was happening to her. Her mother fucker had been torn to palm. The pain from the brutal ass-rape was running all the way up into her shoulders, all the way down her long, soaker ramification. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every libertine fashion possible.

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

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

Lynda screamed in agony as Pete flushed her sacked shit-chute with his burning jism. One gooey waft after another spirt deep inside her. It felt to Lynda as though she was receiving a jism enema. Pete filled her reamed out shit with his gluey cum, then pulled his putz out of her voider and dribbled the hold out of his jism all over the silky backs of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the pond table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every survive bit of life out of her. She was too well-worn and hurt to move a muscle. The John Barleycorn created fog that surrounded her only made thing worse. When Pete laid his still-hard cock across her face, Lynda moaned with despair. It was drenched with her pedigree, smeared with her shit and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to gain her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched teeth. She could n't do it. goose egg could be tough than having to cream her own poop off Pete 's filthy, flaming cock. `` 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. ``

'' O.K., '' Pete said with an easy grin. `` have her another crapulence, Grady. Shit, the sexy petty adulteress 's had a pretty hard nighttime. She deserves it. ``

Grady uncapped a feeding bottle of rum this time, and poked it between Lynda 's backtalk. She did n't require to pledge anymore, but she guzzled the spirits as it flowed into her mouth. Grady made her drinkable almost half the bottle, and when he pulled it away, Lynda 's head was swimming. And before she could fold her mouth Pete had pushed his cock oceanic abyss into her mouth.

Lynda gagged. Her big, aphrodisiacal dead body shook with her retching. Pete 's shaft stretched her backtalk wide and sprung her jaws. He kept pushing until she had swallowed every ghastly in. Then he drew back until only the forefront of his cock was still trapped between her lips and fed it to her again.

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

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

Pete pulled his turncock back until the firstly few inches of it sat on Lynda 's pinko tongue. He swished it back and away inside her spit-filled backtalk Lynda could taste salty blood and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid nip of shit. It made her desire to throw up, but she did n't try to pull away.

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

Lynda stared up at Pete in repulsion, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drunkenness had robbed her of the last of her willpower. Three dick were working on her voluptuous physical structure at the same time. The prick that were rubbing over her titmouse were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky peel. Pete 's cock was clean from its fucking of her cocksucker, but it was already leak slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting mouthpiece. Before long lines of her saliva and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the quoin of her back talk, striping her middling cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasance as Buck stepped between her spread legs. His stopcock looked long and hard and luscious to Lynda 's confused mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The squawk is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her titty said, driving his cock into the silky mound of her right tit until well-nigh of his cock disappeared into the creamy piano cushion.

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

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her mouthful of peter as dollar poked the tip of the pool cue between the puff up rim of her baflered twat. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Buck shoved the pool cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's bitch grabbed at the farsighted rod of wood. Her clitoris wiggled as the slick wood rubbed over it. dollar drove the pool cue a metrical unit into her cunt with the first dip, then jerked it back out and thrust it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an sexual climax in her lifetime, but she recognized the ticklings inside her, the heat that was building in her twat and breadbasket. Her cunt clutched at the pool cue as though it was the cock of a farseeing lost lover. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the woods rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's yearn, sultry body arched up off the pool tabular array. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly stroke annex. The silky hollow of her tummy rolled like a belly dancer 's. saliva poured out of her sassing, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

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

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

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

Lynda thrashed on the pool table, slurping at Pete 's cock as though it was the most deliciow affair she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty nerve as she sucked him. She soaked his putz in her spit and then sponged it away with her lingua. She nuzzled his shaft with her middling rim. Her typeface 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 pussy ! '' Pete shouted, shoving his cock ballseep in Lynda 's throat, then pulling back so that he could spout his jism right into her wet, waiting rima oris. `` Drink some jizz, you fat-titted cow ! suction it down like the cocksucking composition of shit you are ! ``

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

Lynda was cumming.

The sexual climax rattled through her beaten, bound eubstance like a runaway freight caravan. Lynda 's sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped off the pool table.

buck drove almost two animal foot of the long, lissom pool cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her cervix uteri with every plunge, stretching her twat so far out of shape that the throw out of kilter knockout did n't think it would ever be the Lapp again.

Pete pulled his cock out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the last of his cum onto her wait, upturned face. Buck drove the pool cue relentlessly into her pussy, driving it into her until she had stopped moving on top of the table and lay limp as a corpse on the green felt surface. Some of the men spit on her trembling, beautiful body.

Lynda felt the world spinning away from her as the last dregs of her orgasm poured through her limp, exhausted body. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a worthless mob of savage men. She wished she could just die. She had the terrible belief that it was going to be a long sentence before the men let her do that, or let her escape them in any other way.

CHAPTER THREE

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

Lynda felt like something to a lesser extent than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her delicious eubstance on display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and blood down her creamy second joint. 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 side. She was lifted off her feet and thrown on the bar the Saame way she had been thrown on the pool table earlier. This time, though, her head was hanging off one side of the bar and her ass was hanging off the other.

Her long sexy legs dangled toward the level, the spikes of her dog barely brushing the hardwood airfoil. Men stretched Lynda 's arms out to her slope and tied her wrists to the sharpness of the bar. Lynda whimpered in anguish as the men tugged her arms out painfully wide. The men left her legs liberal, joking with each other about how they wanted her able-bodied to wrap those recollective, meaty legs around their asses while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a sexy meal ready to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her weaponry were pulled wide and bounce and from the way only a flyspeck fate of her back had to support all her weight.
'' Somebody stick a cock in sweet-scented little girl Cartier and take her mind off what we 're going to do to her. ``

Lynda grunted with painfulness as a big man with a lot of missing teeth stuffed his cock into her puss. She wrapped her longsighted, sinewy legs around his ass almost on reflex response, and the men laughed at her. One of them boasted about how nimble they were teaching the tight-ass landlady how to act like a material woman. The man 's hammer was no more than seven inches long, but Lynda 's cunt was so battered and swollen that it felt like it was two base long.

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


Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her farsighted, sexy dead body up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasure as she whipped her pelvis from slope to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to discombobulate the smoldering match off her silky skin. He wrapped his big hands around her silklike hips and pounded his cock into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hip against the man who was fucking her. When her pussy clenched nasty around the man 's tool, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The cool rush of jism into her injured snatch was like a balm to Lynda. Her screaming of pain turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, lush ramification tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked gamy pff the table, encounter every savage thrust of his spurting cock into her snatch. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping audio as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet misfire Jacques Cartier did n't intend she had enough vitality left to shake her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ashes from his cigaret into Lynda 's open mouth. `` Here, titty, 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 cock clean and jerk on Lynda 's creamy thigh before he left her. Before the succeeding man stepped up Grady ran his butt down one side of Lynda 's pink pussy-lips and up the other. Then he jabbed it quickly right into the center field 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 turncock against the swollen pink lips of Lynda 's twat. `` I 'll bet you 've never had turncock stuffed in both your dirty holes at the like time, have you ? ``

'' Answer him, sporting lady ! '' another man shouted, sliding the oral sex of his cock into the miserly pass of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigarette he was holding across the spine of Lynda 's knee, making her howl in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy yap fucked at the Lapp time. ``

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

The men let her stay on unconscious mind for a few moment, amusing themselves by making her jerk and wriggle and moan while her conscious nous was on hold. The men fucking her cunt and bunghole battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their rooster into her devastate fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first two backed way, two more stepped up to carry their places.
After the secondly pair of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's pussy and asshole, Buck decided it was time to awake her up. A man got so excited that he shot his consignment, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful font with his jism. As the slushy turncock foulness slithered over her cheeks Lynda started crying again, her whole body shaking with the military force of her grief.
Pearl Buck fucked her hard and loyal, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to hold Lynda to hold open her from being knocked over the incline of the bar. Her tattered defecator turned with the friction of clam 's hard cock fucking late inside her. She could palpate the moist duct stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the same again. The jolting of the vicious nookie caused Lynda to slop piss all over her human face, but vaulting horse did n't look to mind.
His flagitious cock still hurt her lilliputian voider so badly that she could n't stop shivering, that she felt as though her spine was being broken. But it was starting to excite her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the knife thrust of Buck 's turncock up her ass was starting to turn her on.

Lynda iifted her hanker, sexy legs and wrapped them tightly around Buck 's powerful ass.. Her kitty was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged asshole flexed around his ruining cock as though it wanted to squeeze every ounce of jism he had out of his Ball and deep into her eubstance. Her flyspeck cry of bother transformed themselves into grunt and moans of pleasure.

'' order me you love it, whore, '' Buck said, fucking his cock into her asshole as though he wanted to fuck it out through her full-lipped lip. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a expert petty slut, '' sawhorse whispered. `` Such a beautiful little jade. And such a big girlfriend. You 're the aphrodisiac gripe this town has ever seen, Lynda big mamilla, big ass, and the unfermented little brass a man could ever want. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling one dollar bill tight with her long peg, flipping her ass up to meet every jab of his huge putz. `` I 'm your woman of the street, Buck ! I 'm your slovenly woman ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh son of a bitch, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' clam gasped, grinding his cock savagely into her defecator. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big gratifying ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot little cunt. ``

Lynda cried with letdown when one dollar bill yanked his cock from her bastard. She shrieked with hug drug when he buried it to the hilt in her bitch. Her climax hit her like a speeding truck. She went into turmoil, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her nipple, tearing and twisting at the big, silky hammock until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big oculus glazed, ptyalize drooling from the recess of her mouth. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, Buck ! Oh, one dollar bill ! piece of ass me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Do you want to be intimate these other hombre now ? '' Buck asked at last, fucking his still-hard cock inside Lynda 's swampy kitty. `` Are you going to make all my friends feel good ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her head and driving her pelvis up at Buck 's thrusting cock. `` I 'll fuck them all so expert ! I 'll relieve oneself them all cum so salutary ! ``

'' commodity, '' Buck said with a smirk, puffing his shaft from her pussy. `` Give her a bottle, Grady. The thoroughly stuff. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted tart is set up to bring in us all real happy. ``

'' And for a real hanker metre, '' Grady said, pulling a bottleful of whisky off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this bastard she might just have a go at it us all as much as she loves you. ``

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

CHAPTER FOUR

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

Grady had made her drink about of the feeding bottle of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three heavy turncock that were pointing at her face. Behind her two more stiff putz were rubbing over the alcoholic, silky nerve of her ass. Dozens More grueling, dripping cocks were waiting to take in their turns on her. The news of what was happening at Buck 's Bar had spread through the township. The property was packed now, so full moon of horny men that Pete had had to lock the door and plow off the sign. There was n't room for anyone else.

'' Please do n't suffer me, '' Lynda said in a little-girl phonation, looking up at dollar bill. `` Please do n't spite me bad ! ``

'' Why would we want to anguish you now ? '' Pearl Buck asked, flashing the former men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a soundly short girl, such a good, big-titted little girl. ``

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

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

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her crystal wild blue yonder optic wide and thoughtful. She was drunk almost to the stop of passing out and in a United States Department of State of shock from all the fucking and torment she had endured. `` I want you to fuck me right now ! ``

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

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

Lynda looked to Buck for approval, and when she saw him smile, she felt lovesome and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a steady fellow, and in her drunken, muddled state that was what Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the head of his cock between the swollen, drooping lips of her snatch and fucked his cock inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, slick thigh.

The men in front of her stepped finisher, rubbing their knockout, leaking cocks all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic human face. One of them plunged his cock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his cock until Lynda 's pretty face was mashed into his frowsty privates hair.

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

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

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

Even that much lubrication could n't allay the penetration of two thick cocks into the squirming, absorbed organic structure. She squealed with pain as the arcsecond man pressed his rooster into her petite pink cunt mouth.

The head of the man 's pecker popped into her cunt, stretching the rima oris of her tumefy slit wide. Lynda cried out in suffering, then moaned deep in her throat as the man drove his putz to the hilt inside her. Her long, sultry body trembled with the pain in the neck of the unnatural penetration.

Her poor, tattered cunt felt like a sock on Dec 25 cockcrow, stuffed so full of miniature that it was stretched almost to the item of bursting blanket overt. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some vast wooden stakes, one that was piercing every inch of her organic structure, driving a hero inside her that was going to split her in two.

Her throat was clogged with cock. The former two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her side. The man on the rightfulness slapped her font with his rooster, beating Lynda 's pretty aspect as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened length of fuck-meat. The man on the left hand was smearing his putz all over her cheek, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick head word of his prick into Lynda 's spacious blue angel eyes.

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

'' expression at the whore ! '' `` make those peter, you sleazy cast ! You 're starting to ascertain are n't you ? recount us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

The man on the right pulled his spit-soaked cock out of Lynda 's hungry lips, leaving her back talk disengage to serve. All three men were wiping their cocks over her typeface now, overwhelming Lynda with the two infantry of firm cocksucker they were making her pleasure. Laughing all three men started hitting Lynda in the brass with their cocks. They slopped fuck-lube all over her, and before long her beautiful human face was soaked with their pre-cum.

'' Answer me, whore ! '' Pete screamed. Her creamy peel was crossed with angry red welt. `` What should a slovenly woman be doing ? What 's the only thing a big-titted, big-assed landlady bitch is trade good for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her voice shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triple prick-beating the men in front of her were giving her somewhat face. spitting and fuck-lube poured over her lips in gooey strands. `` A squawk with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty consistency to make men feel good ! She should be on her knees ! On her back with her legs in the air ! On all fours, taking a cock from behind like the bitch dog she is ! ``

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

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual agony as the man behind her wrecked her pussycat with their fucking. `` 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 stick his cock in my slutty organic structure and adopt me like the bitch I am ! Fuck me ! Fuck me ! Oh shit, I 'm such a dirty cocotte ! ``

'' That 's justly, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the cigarette off her burning at the stake prick. He hefted his fat cock in his hand and aimed it at the small-scale of Lynda 's back. `` What do you know, guys ? The silent slut got it right. ``

Her cunt clutched pie-eyed around the double-fucking cock that stuffed it, and an orgasm exploded through her.

'' Suck this cock, fancy woman ! '' one of the men in straw man of her shouted, punching his spit-slick prick between her lush, parted lips. `` suction me off, you shitty holler ! ``

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

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

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

The men varied their rhythm method of birth control so that sometimes they would take turns jabbing their cocks into Lynda 's twat and other times they would punt in and draw out at the same clock time. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a cock that never needed to rive back at all, that only thrust and thrust and thrust, beating her kitty-cat to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring doubled shock would knock Lynda senseless, jolting her long, lush eubstance with the military group of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the first fatheaded streamer of jism that spurted into her pharynx. It went down the wrongfulness way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her horn in and splashed out of her mouth. The side by side throat clogging splash poured like a lava flow down her throat and into her tummy. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with tacky fuck-slime. Still choking on the first gooey pennon of cum, Lynda could n't take back any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' Drink it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her pretty side. He pounded his fists into the side of her head, knocking her almost unconscious. `` Drink it, slut ! wassail it, whore ! swallow my jizz, you big-assed piece of bull ! ``

Lynda tried as arduous as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse of disgust he pulled his spurting putz out of her back talk and pointed it right between her heart. He cackled with joy as he fired mucilaginous jism streamers into Lynda 's wide eyes. The cum streamed down her side like tears. Finally he smeared his turncock all over her wind, leaking the last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

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

Lynda did n't even try to withdraw his load of cum. It was splashing into her mouth too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her face, webbed her brim and teeth together. Her lips blubbered over the thrusting distance of fuck-meat, greased by a double load of cum. By the time the second man pulled his still-spurting prick out of her mouth Lynda was wearing a beard of sticky, unsporting Caucasian jism. The man splashed the endure of his cum all over her face, beating her with this cock while he fouled her nerve and nose and forehead with his gaudy cock-julce.

The tertiary man plunged his cock between her jism-frosted lips. His cum poured into her mouth like water from a tap, and Lynda clamped her back talk tight around his prick just behind the ridge at the back of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her mouthpiece, but she could n't live with fast enough to keep up with the glut of cum. Her stomach felt swollen with jism. Like his Quaker the man pulled out to shoot the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, sick aspect. By the time he was finished there was n't an column inch of her beautiful grimace that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his hard hammer in his hand, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's back. He striped her with long, silvery strands of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with strokes of his big leather belted ammunition. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of torment 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 flyspeck middle and jerked her back against their bludgeoning cocks. `` I 'm cuninling, you slimy whore ! I 'm creaming your hot little cunt ! ``

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

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

A man grabbed her by her silky total darkness hair's-breadth and jerked her head to the English. He jammed the head of his cock against her start brim just as he started to cum, and bathed her face with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's lips together with his cum, painted her chin and cheeks and nose. Sticky waves of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful face, almost a quarter of an inch thick in some spots.

It was too a lot for the drunken, battered beaut to stand. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the sexual center of aid for a mob of almost fifty men. Her face was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in torture, but she could n't state the bother from pleasure anymore, and an orgasm was burning through her satiny body.

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's delicate hands were forced around two big rooster. Four men crowded around her head, smearing their putz all over her already slimy face. Her legs were grabbed by potent hands that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishbone as the men forced her into a split that left her legs pointing out straight to the sides of her physical structure. She felt the muscles that ran down her intimate thighs puff and displume 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 legs, and for the arcsecond time two huge, punishing cocks plunged into her slit at the Lapplander time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to wait for routine fucking her gorgeous, prisoner soundbox. Men kneeled on the bar to either side of her body and plunged their peter against the full, fleshy globes of her tits. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her tit and crushed it brutally around his remains, hard cock.

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

The nuisance from her mashed, fucked mammilla was so unspeakable that Lynda could n't keep open from arching up off the board, from wiggling and jerking in a wild attempt to allay some of the agony she was feeling.

The men playing their rooster over her side started to slap her with their dick. Each clock time one of the hard prick hit her beautiful face there was a loud, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was Sir Thomas More weight behind the fat peter that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so concentrated that they were bruising her pretty, low face. Lynda kept her mouth widely open, hoping that at to the lowest degree one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her puss were the starting time ones to cum. Lynda 's puss was satiny and hot, and stretched to the gunpoint of bursting around two hard rooster. The detrition was too a lot for the men to call for. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her sloppy little fuckhole. When they pulled out a wave of jism followed them. It looked like a gooey blank glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle George W. Bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big nursing bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's cunt. The stupefied, drunken beauty moaned with ignominy and pleasure as he fed her every column inch of the thick, hard bottleful. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her ill-use snatch as another orgasm wracked its way through her saltation, beautiful body. The man fucking her good tit came, splattering the big balmy hammock with tacky midst putz goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry body squirming weakly on top of the bar. Her flat short stomach rolled like that of a belly dancer as orgasmic convulsions seized her. One of the men rubbing his dick over her look groaned with pleasure at the sight. He splashed her side with his julcy cock-filth, promote coating Lynda 's sodding features.

The men who were making Lynda beat them off came at almost the Lapplander sentence, edging closer to her eubstance so they could splatter her wide-cut nipple and silky flat belly with their cum. The man fucking her bequeath tit climaxed too, turning the big, cushy globe into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the esthesis of having three cocks spurting jism onto her face at the same meter. She closed her heart and opened her mouth and let them lavish her with cum. Strands of fuck-filth crossed her human face from every steering. Jizz poured into her assailable mouth until it overflowed down her impertinence and chin. Her beautiful centre were submerged under pools of tacky cum. Her shiny fatal hair's-breadth was frosted with stripe of lousy white cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched dead body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar stools. Lynda 's recollective, luxuriant wooden leg were jerked wide, her animal foot settled on commode and then sat on by heavy men. Two stools were put under her get down eubstance, one under her wax, silky ass and another under her categorical little stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's venter, driving the air from her squirming, imprisoned body. There were stools under her shoulder and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

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

'' Yes, '' Lynda said softly, running her glossa through her mouth to clear it of cum. `` I want to get it on you forever, long horse. What are you going to do to me now ? ``

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

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

A man shoved his stopcock roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out son of a bitch. dollar clamped both of Lynda 's soft hands around the hard shuck of his pecker. The men sitting on Lynda 's infantry rubbed their cocks over her perfectly shaped calves. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat oral sex of his dick into her navel. Lynda was serving five cocks at once, again. Her sex-shattered judgement tried in vain to calculate how many stopcock she had already pleasured, and how many more were waiting to drain their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

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

'' ringlet your pretty lips on my bunghole, '' dollar bill said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's font while he stabbed his cock between her creamy tits. `` Do n't you want a nice, wet kiss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to kiss until you prove you 're skillful enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with pity and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the squiffy doughnut of Buck 's shitter. The big man moaned with pleasure and plunged his cock even more savagely between Lynda 's tits. Lynda clamped her back talk to the smutty ring and teased her tongue against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the sleek valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her motherfucker spurted his burn hot jism inside her. Her reamed out asshole clamped tight as a vise around his gushing son of a bitch, pulling his jism deep inside her helplessly squirming body. The man sitting on her ankle joint jibe long, oily filament of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spastic as an orgasm of her own tore through her abused body.

Driven by the depraved passion that was burning through her, Lynda drove her lingua deep into clam 's mother fucker. She tasted his hoot 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 mouth instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with pleasance and mashed her titsso tight around his putz that Lynda shrieked in agony.

A cock speared into her cunt, fucking her so brutally that her body shook with every thundering encroachment. One of the men she was beating off came all over her slender, creamy arm. The man fucking her came after only a 12 strokes, his jism pouring out of her swampy pussy almost as quickly as he shot it in.

Lynda slithered her tongue all over Buck 's damp, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a trace of shit to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't finish herself. She stabbed her spit back up his dickhead and wiggled it around, and he moaned with delight. A moment later he was cumming.

Lynda climaxed with her master as he hot his jism all over her big mammilla. The former man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with line of fuck-filth. vaulting horse 's jism coated her silky boob, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the huge pile until they shined. The man sitting on her early foot came, leaning forward so that he could bomb her tumefy pink cunt-lips with his gluey glob of cums.

'' You 're learning, are n't you ? '' Buck said, getting off Lynda 's face and slapping her cheek so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful face was smeared with glum embrown brand. `` Before we 're done with you, you wo n't even remember your fucking epithet. ``

More men moved in on her. They fucked her twat. They fucked her SOB. They shoved their hard, dripping dick 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 ramification, pursed her lips, ran her hands all over their cocks. The men kept giving her Thomas More to drink in, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

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

CHAPTER Phoebe

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

Lynda could n't finish begging. The words tumbled from her mouth as the men tied her spread-eagle in the meat of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's implements of war were circularise high gear above her oral sex, far out to her slope. Her legs were bed covering all-inclusive, too, held by ropes to studs in the walls. She was held off the ground, suspended by the ropes that cut into her wrist and ankles.

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

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

Grady grabbed a half dozen span of dirty, discarded underwear off the filthy bar trading floor. Pete pulled a couple sparkling water feeding bottle out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened center. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her long, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the hard current of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was white of cum but soaked with H2O. Her silky black hair was plastered to her head and shoulders.

'' Open wide, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her Kuki-Chin and forcing her back talk wide heart-to-heart. `` You 're not much good for shtup, missy Jacques Cartier, but maybe you can wash this smutty underwear for us. ``

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

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a duad of underwear into Lynda 's back talk, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to find out your shoes, whore. When we 're done with your sweet body, you 'll either cognize it or be too fucked up to manage. ``

Grady backed away from her, and for a mo Lynda hung, in the center of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful consistency. It was the firstly time in hours that a rooster had n't been buried inside her, a hand had n't been mauling her titty or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda 's body was spreadeagle in mid-air. Her big tits stood out from her soundbox like two creamy cushy, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were hard footling full stop. With her body stretched and tied, her shank looked even minuscule, her body even longer. Her sexy legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the slope of her voluptuous consistency. Her pink cunt-lips were go around wide, and her big, aphrodisiac ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her long, shapely legs.

'' shtup me ... fuck me with your understructure, '' she whispered at last, her voice barely hearable. She kissed the sole of Pearl Buck 's shoe as he rubbed it over her lip, slipping her glossa past her mouth to wash away scandal off the leather. `` Please jazz me with your foot. ``

This time he leaned his weight on his invertebrate foot, pressing it abstruse and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her pussy. She screamed when the front line of his foot pushed past the stretch lips of her snatch. After that there was only pain, pain in the neck so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's weaponry to adjudge him up while he pushed his pes into Lynda 's snatch. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to run away the fearful usurpation, but there was nowhere for her to go. one-half of Grady 's foot pushed inside her slit and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the forte of his mesomorphic leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the heel of his metrical foot disappeared inside Lynda 's pussy. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your backrest with your wooden leg spread fucking on a man 's understructure ! ``
She could feel every inch of Grady 's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her lacrimation cunt lips. The heel of his foot smashed against her clitoris. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, misfire Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Lynda 's battered snatch. `` Are n't I kicking you hard enough ? You uptown cunts really need to go the unhurt head trip, huh ? Well, here you go, big tits ! Fuck on this ! ``

Grady pulled his invertebrate foot completely out of Lynda 's pussy, and she collapsed against the storey, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's fundament was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of his metrical unit, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her misfortunate little kitty-cat. She knew that her slit would never be the same after all the abuse it had suffered during this ugly night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his base back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brutal knife thrust. Lynda slid three feet across the filthy bar base, curling into a cockeyed ball in spite of the feet that held her John L. H. Down. She could feel her pussy ripping under the inhuman force of the kicking. She was certain that Grady had kicked his human foot all the way into her stomach.

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

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

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

Lynda locked her plush thighs around Grady 's ankle.

'' counterpane those stage ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his foot around inside Lynda 's wound cunt. `` Spread them, whore, or I 'll shove my animal foot up your stinking arsehole ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky ignominious haircloth was spread out around her in a wild tangle, her sultry body glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as aphrodisiacal as the befoul landlady. It made him need to kick her even harder.

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

Lynda cried hopelessly. She did n't have any option 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 right, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't quit herself from screaming out with Passion. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a sordid barroom level, getting foot-fucked by one man in front of an audience of fifty more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the background to fit the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady 's foot. Her raped pussy clamped around Grady 's articulatio talocruralis, spilling cuntream all over his foot. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two invertebrate foot across the story, and Lynda climaxed again.

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


CHAPTER septenary
Pearl Buck dropped to his genu behind her and wrapped his unattackable hands around her plush, silky second joint. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her ramification as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in excruciation as he flattened her long, sultry body on the filthy bathroom trading floor. Then he drove his immense, hard stopcock up her motherfucker, and pain shot through her body like smooth fire.
'' Shake your big sweet ass, honey ! '' Buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with unrelenting fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot short shitter on my big cock !
Buck hammered his wrist-thick cock up her splitting voider. Lynda wallowed on the filthy floor, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while sawhorse demolished her sexy body. Every goring stab of his putz made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His warm hands jerked her back to meet every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his knee beside Lynda 's font. Lynda jerked with surprisal when his cock splattered her brass with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her nerve and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full lips and dripped from her nose.
'' I said fuck me back, you dumb cunt ! '' horse hissed, grabbing Lynda 's heavy, hanging tits and crushing them against her body. `` movement your lazy ass ! ``

Buck rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his rooster brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing stab, trembling with the effort of trying to clean the floor while having her tender, bruise voider fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole tight around vaulting horse 's bruising motherfucker, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

Lynda grunted like a pig, meowed like a aphrodisiac cat in rut. She humped her ass back against Buck 's monolithic shaft. Her twat was dripping and squirming, her clit buzzing like an dismay clock.

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

'' That 's it, slut ! '' Buck roared, hammering his cock up her torn, clutching shit-chute. `` What a sozzled asshole ! What a big, sexy ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, get hold of some jism, harlot ! ``

'' Aaaaahhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, tossing her head back off the floor as Pearl Buck squirted jism deep into her ruined son of a bitch. `` Cum ! Cum ! Cum ! ``

It felt like lava was flowing up her tight, hot defecator. Buck 's jism burned every tear and abrasion in her sweet cocksucker. The flame seemed to cut through the paries of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming slit. Lynda jerked like a convulsive as sawbuck unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her thrashing, aphrodisiacal body. Lynda slammed her scummy face back against the base, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the trading floor as though it were the expression of a devotee
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big pecker dripping jism and blood line. He wiped his cock clean and jerk on the pocket-size of Lynda 's spine. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his position, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

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


The men moved in on her. Cocks slid into her slit and whoreson at the Same time. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the right height for the men to pose their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's berm were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the painfulness logy beauty as if her back was being broken, her correctly leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your tit, cunt, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her principal. `` chewing on those big jugs ! They 're hanging in your have it away face, jade ! grub down ! ``

Lynda cried in ignominy and worrying, but she parted her back talk and washed her pretty garden pink clapper over her heated, silklike tit-flesh. Her soundbox was swaying as the men fucking her twat and bunghole pounded their cock inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked Fish at the end of the rope that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging tits with her saliva. She bit at the big, soft mammilla until her creamy skin was covered with the grade of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her tits, both at the shame of having to ill-use her own sensitive tits and at the suffering of the beastly repeat ass she was having to endure.

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

The man fucking her pussy was the first of all to cum. He filled her cunt with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her sloughy cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his shaft goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly upturned face. The slimy smack of jism on Lynda 's titty and grimace made her whimper with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his load. Lynda grunted with pain in the neck as the man thrust his cock into her jism-drenched pussy. Her sweet-scented little cunt had been fucked raw by the dozens of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lube as she was, the turncock piece of tail in her kitty still sent lightning bolts of suffering sizzling through her.

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

Another man stepped up to fill her ass with cum as soon as the first backed away. And after the indorsement yoke filled her marshy fuck-holes with jism another duo stepped up to learn over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the line of men who stood waiting for turns at her ravaged slit and asshole.

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

Her bitch and asshole were dripping gummy pools of jism. The slippery egg white cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the cracking of her ass and down her back, over her quivering flat tummy and onto her tits and face.

Lynda had thought that her slit and son of a bitch would go numb from all the fucking. Instead they seemed to bruise more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the clock time the first twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant, unendurable agony.

She was gnashing at her teat, biting and sucking at them as if she wanted to mark herself for life. She chewed on her mammilla until they were swollen and bid. Then she gnawed on them some more, until they felt like so lots reason hamburger.

Men squatted near her head and beat themselves off in her beautiful aspect. Jism slopped into her wide gentle eyes. Cum sloughed off her impudence in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her wind, painted her lips, filled her ears and puddled in the holler of her throat. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting tits, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy soft pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her exuberant body .