baRMAID IN slavery by William Blake James Abraham Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should induce never come down here, '' Pearl Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Cartier into the bulwark with his big, muscular body. He ran his big hands over her slender throat, wide shoulders and silky arms. `` The guy who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around town for old age. I do n't cerebrate there 's a thing in the cosmos any of them would care Sir Thomas More than to do it you right into the dirt. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up twat, but you do n't fucking give me orders. ``

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

She never had a prospect. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with dollar bill for years, grabbed her by her shining fatal hairsbreadth. Pete Fint, a young, well-favored guy who always seemed to be wino, 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 clasp. Dozens of other men were headed in her direction, beverage in their hands, lust and hate in their middle. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' strip show the cunt ! '' Buck shouted, wiping a tincture of blood from his cheek. `` Strip her naked and beat the shite out of her ! I think it 's fourth dimension for this bigheaded slut to get word what the fuck she 's good for ! All she 's ever been is a landlady, well, now she 's going to be a barmaid. She 's going to serve us in any way she can. ``

long horse ran the unsmooth, sleaziest bar in town. His customer were all men, and all mean value. There was n't one of them who did n't have intercourse about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her higher-ranking attitude and easy life sentence, who did n't starve for her because of her sexy organic structure and beautiful face. A cheer went up at dollar 's give-and-take, and brutally impregnable workforce gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big kick, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's full, firm tits through the satiny Orange fabric of her clinging dress. `` And fucking skinny ! About the lonesome sum on her is these gargantuan tits ! ``

'' Bullshit ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the full, round boldness of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so hard that the sexy Whitney Young landlady moaned in pain. `` Check out her ass and legs ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this pussy naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too strong for her. They ripped her dress to rags in a issue of arcsecond, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's luscious consistence while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a rough circle around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in shock, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold the rag of her dress together to cover her voluptuous body.

'' horseshit, '' horse said, stepping into the rotary. `` You are a nooky beaut. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful womanhood in townsfolk. She had a perfect face, with wide, startling disconsolate eyes, wax, red rim, a strong jaw and high cheekbone. Her hair was tar black and burnished, and it splashed past her articulatio humeri in a slick fall. But her body was even more peculiar than her face.

Lynda was a tall woman, standing almost six feet even without the heels she was wearing. Her berm were broad and aphrodisiacal. They had to be wide to support her tits. Lynda 's tits were big, firm mounds that sat so luxuriously on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her clavicle. They were so daily round and creamy that they seemed almost unsubstantial. And her nipple were perfect, dark Robert Brown ear that jutted out almost an inch.

Lynda 's waist was obscenely little. But her hips flowed out generously, replete and easy and inviting. And her legs were wondrous, her thighs alky and creamy, her calfskin delicate and perfect.

Lynda Cartier looked like a cleaning lady who had been built for sex. The only job sawbuck could see was that some stupid bastard had forgotten to order her.

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

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck clamped his sass over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet press of buck 's mouth to hers. She jerked her principal wildly from one position to the early. He just anchor his lips against hers even harder. While he crushed his mouth against Lynda 's, his hands were roaming all over her dead body. He pinched her ass and squeezed her titmouse and even cupped his paw over the furry mouth of her cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

By the time Lynda realized what was happening it was too recent to fight. There was a big man holding each of her weaponry, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking lusus naturae tied her wrists with the jaw end of her own wearing apparel. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circle, Lynda did n't even accept her hand unloosen to skin or break her fall.

The men tossed her back and forth, and soon Lynda was so traumatise and disoriented that she was n't sure what was happening. The men all looked the Lapplander, whooping and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same things to her, mauling her big pap and wide-cut ass, squirming their lips against hers while they drove their tongues deep inside her sass, even hitting her with forgetful, chopping slug to her tits, stomach and back.

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

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

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

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spitting. There were a couple 12 men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her pass first in one counsel and then the other, using her beautiful face for a fair game. A 12 different men hocked their tongue into Lynda 's open mouth. The spit of the rest rolled down her complete features in sticky streams.

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

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

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his back talk over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and humiliation as Pete raped her backtalk with his tongue. He grabbed her alcoholic asscheeks and overspread them wide-eyed, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her cunt and the plastered pore of her asshole. Within an instant the men were attacking her sensitive little fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda 's puss, making her cry out in pain. Her pussy was as blind drunk as a waistband and as dry as a desert. The man 's finger's breadth torus into her like a erose wooden splinter. A instant later something even worse happened, as a man 's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, Virgo the Virgin shitter. The nuisance was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her spiritualist little asshole.

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

Men were pinching her lush second joint and full, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her slope and stomach and weapon. Dozens of hands swarmed over her huge, round mammilla, pinchlng and pulling and twist and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a spell fingering Lynda 's bitch and motherfucker. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her reasonably pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda 's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The aphrodisiacal landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her nose, boldness, Chin, even her heart and forehead with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange backtalk clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the back of her pharynx. tooth clamped down on both position of her farsighted, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. Tongues probed her pinna and traced the ok communication channel of her jaw.

'' bastard ! '' she screamed, in the instant of hint she had between one man breaking off his rapine of her mouth and the next clamping his backtalk over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll hire men to get you all ! I 'll receive them cut your cocks off ! ``

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

Buck 's powerful men bit so tightly into her creamy arm that Lynda screamed out in torture. Her feet kicked at the air as he hefted her high. Then he threw her face-first against the wail, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, unable to energize herself with her paw tied behind her back. She wobbled on her dog as she bounced back off it, but before she could come a half XII men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong fingers into her arms and boob. One man wrapped his big hand around her narrow waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the wall the one-fourth time Lynda was barely conscious. Her oral sex was rolling on her shoulders. Her sass hung liniply open, dribbling expectoration onto her drool-slick face. The few fighting of clothing that still clung to her shoulder and waist fluttered ilk fleur-de-lis as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a dribble of rakehell from her yearn, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the vision of the sexy, persnickety landlady stripped nude and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, cognisant of nothing now except pain sensation and fear. `` Stop ! Please block ! Oh, please stop hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the misuse of her big mammilla and tight puss. They slammed her into the paries another dozen times before Buck told them to cast off her on the pool table.

By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every bone in her lush, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as lost as a baby, and realized she was completely at the clemency of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck and his unsmooth customers.

'' Now you 're going to larn a deterrent example, you lousy cunt ! '' Buck snarled, ripping off his whang. He dropped his pants, and Lynda cried out in stark affright at what she saw. `` You 're going to learn your station, slut ! And memorise what you 're fucking good for, too ! ``

Buck 's cock was loggerheaded than Lynda 's wrist and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping school principal was at to the lowest degree as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole life-time, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who had n't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten yr, could n't bear the good deal of the monstrous cock Buck was waving in her direction. Even the threat of his big leather smash, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was naught compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.

'' No, delight, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a minuscule, do-or-die articulation. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, Buck, oh please, please, please ! I could n't stand it ! I could n't stand it ! ``

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

'' Do n't concern, bitch, '' another guy said. `` A big squawk like you ought to be able to take Buck 's tool without tearing too much. ``

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

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nix but lust and mercilessness in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool table, stripped naked, her handwriting tied behind her back, knocked one-half senseless by the battering she 'd taken and in a state of matter of near electric shock from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her farsighted, luscious body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her psyche from side to side, curtaining her font with her silky black whisker. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say delight fuck me, buck ? '' one dollar bill asked, bringing the belt lashing down into her knocker again. The big, pure heap bounced and swayed across Lynda 's chest of drawers with the shock of the blow. `` Maybe you 'd better say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd ameliorate tell me just how much you 'd like my big arduous cock fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole. ``

The pain was unbelievable. Lynda had never dreamed that it was possible to injure so bad. Her silky, big-titted organic structure squirmed against the green top of the pool board, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her skin that the belt had touched. Lynda could n't preserve her cries of anguish from tumbling past her separate lips. She could n't stop over more tears from sliding down her beautiful, pale boldness. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg sawhorse to stick his huge, vile cock into her.

Then Buck stepped between her legs and slapped his vast cock against the back talk of her tight, dry kitty, and she screamed in terror.

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll stretch, fille Cartier, '' Buck said in a mocking spirit, then slotted the huge drumhead of his cock against the tight ping lips of her twat. `` You should have been getting these for years, bitch. But I guess you 'll make water up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

'' Ahhhhhhhh ! '' Lynda screamed as vaulting horse started to promote his monolithic stopcock against the tiny mouth of her cunt. `` Slow, please slow, please slow ! ``

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

The lips of Lynda 's slit spread wide against the progression of Buck 's mammoth pecker. Before the fat parting of his cock-head had breached the tiny backtalk, her pussy-lips were cattle ranch rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the thin folds of chassis stretching past the decimal point of their endurance. She tried to wiggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely purloin her ass off the mesa. Then horse punched his hip joint forward again, and she could finger herself tearing, sense Buck 's cock sliding inside her.

'' Yeeooowww ! '' Pete shouted. `` You split her all-inclusive, dollar ! ``

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were cattle ranch blanket around the inhuman cinch of Buck 's long cock. flyspeck drip of line ran from the spots where she had torn to conciliate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's prick, making it well-fixed for him to slip the rest of his rooster inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could sustain made the brutal colza any easygoing for Lynda.

Lynda could n't draw a breathing time as Buck slid his monstrous cock deep inside her pussy. She could sense the midget pouch of her cunt stretching in a hopeless try to accept the fat, twelve-inch dickhead Pearl Sydenstricker Buck was fucking inside her.

Every fold in her tiny cunt straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It was n't nearly enough. Four inches of Buck 's cock were still outside her cunt when the bruising head pounded against her neck. `` Bitch ! '' he hissed down into her face, drawing back out. `` Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow ! You 're going to shoot 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 begging. clam 's cock felt like a rough-barked Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree inside her dry puss. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a gumshoe glove on a sweaty hired hand. It was as though horse 's cock was a plunger, and it was pulling her cunt right out of her body. Then, when only the head of his mammoth son of a bitch was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her head against the table, the painful sensation in her snatch so acute that it seemed to fill every nerve in her physical structure. Two more inches of one dollar bill 's tool slid inside her this time. Lynda could feel something deep inside her tear, and when sawhorse leaned his weight forward the finale two column inch pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the slap of sawbuck 's expectant balls against the breaking ball of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, freakish cock.

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

'' squawk ! '' sawhorse gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's Brobdingnagian, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them flat against her silklike, sexy body. `` nooky me back now, Lynda -- whore ! Squeeze your cunt on my cock ! Shake your big, aphrodisiacal ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

Buck closed his fist into claw on her silklike tits, then yanked the fleshy mounds to the English with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her consistence. Her firm ass shot up off the table, and her pillory pussy clamped tight around Pearl Buck 's cock.

It was gross self-preservation that moved the sexy, captive landlady. Tears poured down her moderately face as she fucked back against Pearl Buck 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

long horse pounded Lynda with his cock, flattening her against the pool table with every brutal thrust. He swung his ass from side to side, spearing her wounded cunt first from one Angle and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful face going picket. She could n't believe the frightful trespass of her physical structure that was taking place, or that she had begged horse to get it on her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, cunt ! '' long horse growled, squeezing her to the full, daily round pap until her creamy flesh bulged out between his finger's breadth. `` Such a soused little slit ! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda ! shake it actual goodness ! ``

clam 's cock was soaked with Lynda 's blood as he stabbed it back and forth through the displume rima oris of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the pool board, shivering at the lightening deadbolt of pain that shot through her twat with every thrust of Buck 's cock. Her big blue optic rolled and a single, shimmering strand of spittle drooled from the corner of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the whore up ! '' one dollar bill shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's tenacious, exuberant body went limp beneath him.

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

Grady opened a bottle of cheap whiskey and poured it all over Lynda 's expression. She choked on the operose liquor, snorting on what flowed up her poke and blinking her centre against its stinging wash.

Several men ducked down to lick and suck at the alcohol. Lynda trembled with revulsion as their tongue 's washed over her fount and their lips slurped over her soft skin.

'' Now shake your slutty ass, fancy woman ! '' buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching boob and grabbing her plush articulatio coxae. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting rooster. `` Fuck me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to make it so no one ever wants to fuck you again ! ``

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

'' That 's it ! '' Buck shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless puss even harder. `` shake up your ass, you sweet whore ! clinch your low pussy on my big cock ! ``

Lynda cried at the depth of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her tormentor in the violation of her own organic structure. Her bitch had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too picayune, far too late. Every tearing cut ot vaulting horse 's massive turncock felt like a killing shot from a razor-sharp knife.

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

'' I love it ! '' Lynda gasped, her voice hollow, her eyes glazed. Buck 's knife lapped into her heart, played over her backtalk, every poked into her capitulum 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 sunburn on the ship's boat nubbin of her clitoris. Now it was growing hotter, Sir Thomas More intense, like nada she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the mavin as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unbearable detrition of buck 's huge cock on her sensitive clit. The reallzation that she could be smell pleasure in the middle of this brutal assault almost unhinged the pin-up landlady 's mind.

'' Have some Sir Thomas More to drink, Miss Jacques Cartier, '' Grady said, uncapping another bottle of booze and poking the neck opening between Lynda 's moist, parted lips.

The dazed smasher swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. Pearl Sydenstricker Buck dropped his pass to her good, around tits and chewed on her nipples until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the bottleful out from between her hps Lynda 's head was swimming. For a moment she was n't even sure where she was. Then sawhorse sank his strong finger into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his cock and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming body and hammering his massive cock into her with pussy shattering force. `` Get ready to suck up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to yield your pussy a fucking cock-cream shower ! ``

Lynda 's feelings of joy disappeared in an instant when she heard what Buck was saying. Her tattered slit clamped pie-eyed around his pistoning cock and her svelte trunk froze on the pocket billiards table.

'' No, buck ! '' Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide of the mark, frightened eyes. `` Do n't cum inside me ! Please, please, please, please, do n't burgeon forth your stuff in my puss ! Oh, please ! ``

'' Drown on it ! '' Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her torn pussy as his prick spurted jism. `` Maybe we can shit a fucking baby strumpet to run on the family tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as one dollar bill 's jism splashed deep into her shredded pussy. He had a huge load, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could sense it, a heavy, wet weightiness deep inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her poor people little pussy. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her Pearl Buck had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a Tree, '' Pearl Sydenstricker Buck said as if he 'd translate her mind while he shot the live on of his jism into her choke off short cunt. `` You 're my slice of ass now, Lynda. Of course of action, there 's a lot to a greater extent blackguard in this kennel. ``

Lynda wept in shame and degradation at Buck 's mocking words. When he pulled his cock from her puss as she saw it soaked with her roue, she cried in terror. He had ripped her across-the-board open with his massive cock.

And he was just the first. Grady was already stepping between her legs, slapping the fat psyche of his monumental prick down on the plump mound of her pussy.

'' Take a looking at, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda 's head. Drops of blood and chain of sticky fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's facial expression. `` expression good, does n't it ? goodness enough to eat. slug my peter, Lynda. Lick it clean of all your cruddy pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her case with his dripping cock, smearing her pin-up characteristic with stemma, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the foul mix of sex guck onto her impertinence, nose and forehead. He ran his dirty stopcock over her sassing until she wore a pelage of viscous red lipstick.

It took every ounce of will power Lynda possessed to afford her oral fissure and stick out her tongue. Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy cock all over the delicacy pinko lapper.

'' Nhhhh ! '' Lynda moaned in disgust and shame as buck wiped his nasty pecker clean on her jolly tongue. The gustation was so foul that she could n't keep from gagging. `` Nh-ugh ! Ugh ! Oh, please ! Ugh ! ``

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

Lynda could n't resolve Grady with Buck wiping his cock clean on her tongue, but she stared up at him with her big, blue eyes, a miserabie manifestation on her gorgeous face. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's suffering that he decided to add a trivial to it. With a piece of cake of his wrist and a quick, brutal jab of his pelvis, he buried his wholly foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

'' Ahhhh ! '' Lynda screamed, her center crossing as Grady sliced his cock between her stretched pussy-lips. `` Nhhaaaooowww ! Slow, Grady, please, please decelerate ! I hurt so a good deal already, Grady ! Please, slow up ! ``

'' You had your chance for slow and you fucking blew it, '' Buck said, wiping her tongue with his shaft one conclusion time, then drying it in her silky black hair. `` The only when affair that 's going to serve you now is dissipated. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's wide-cut tits in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry soundbox against his viciously pistoning prick. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue eye empty with electric shock, her mouth hanging slack. Her long, lush body jerked with spasms as Grady 's cock pounded her into the kitty table. She twisted and writhed on the greenness felt of the pool board, her carnal, thrashing body trembling with pain and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with delight at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting consistence was dancing around on his hard prick.
Lynda whimpered in little terror and hunched her ass up off the tabular array to meet Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her pelvic arch from side to side, wringing the big prick with her hot pussy. She worked her cunt on his turncock like a velvet gloved hand, trying to ignore the agony that burned through her petite, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his firm hands around Lynda 's lavish pelvis and jerking her binding and forth on his ruining cock. `` I 'm going to cum, Miss Cartier. I 'm going to soak your pussy with some propertyless jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's initiative flack of cum splattered oceanic abyss inside her already miry cunt. `` Not again. No ... no, not another fourth dimension ! ``

'' A lot of multiplication, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her olfactory organ with his long, gruelling cock. `` So many clip that by the time we 're done with you you 'll just be one big gooey mound of jism. ``
She could also feel the firehose dab of Grady 's tacky cock-slime in her batter lilliputian cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate line of fire, and as it soaked into her pussy build its heat seemed to fill up every inch of her long, soaker body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her cunt stayed spitted on Grady 's metrical foot long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a nice, sleazy nooky, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his cock from her cunt and squeezing out the last of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. `` Why, somebody who did n't know practiced would consider you were null but a sexy whore down here to strike on the guy wire for a hundred bucks. ``

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

'' Open your backtalk, young woman Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the side of the table.

Pete took his place between the straggle mantrap 's outstretched legs. `` I want to give you a big wet kiss. To give thanks you for being such a unfermented picayune piece of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her moist lips 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 consequence later Grady pushed the fat, sloppy head of his dick right into her out-of-doors mouth.

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

'' Swallow it, whore ! '' a man shouted, grabbing Lynda 's full moon rightfield tit and wringing it like a soften washcloth.

'' Deep-throat him, loose woman ! '' 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 choice. Her backtalk were spread so wide around Grady 's massive turncock that they were cracked and bleeding. Her jaws were wedged so far apart that Lynda did n't suppose they would ever close properly again. The fist-sized nous of Grady 's stopcock was expectant than Lynda 's lilliputian throat. When he jammed it against her gullet, Lynda could n't pass off at all.

Grady did n't care. Lynda 's throat stretched all-inclusive, and then something in the soft, wet tunnel tore, as Grady force-fed her column inch after inch of his wrist joint midst pecker. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's throat bulged with the vast cinch of Grady 's prick.

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

Pete was fucking his cock up her virgin asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide-eyed and pushing his immense prick against the tiny pore of her shitter. `` You 've got such a big Henry Sweet ass that I just could n't baulk sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry dead body froze on the pool table. She arched her ass high above the putting surface felt, every well toned brawn in her athletic material body tensing hard as steel cablegram. The press of Pete 's huge cock against her diminutive son of a bitch trauma worse than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his uncontaminating cock out of Lynda 's mouthpiece, slapping her across the bridge of her nose a dyad clock time before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and disbelief. His pecker was so huge. And she had never imagined having a cock of any size fucked into her petite, supply ship asshole.

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

'' nookie you, '' Pete said, dribbling saliva onto one hand and rubbing it all over his massive prick. `` roll in the hay you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to tear you up veridical bad. ``

Lynda could n't kibosh fighting him. The musculus that ringed her motherfucker locked pixilated than they ever had before, trying desperately to kibosh the passing of Pete 's cock inside her. The strain of holding his turncock out made her break into a clammy sudor. It caused her to shiver uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the same time.

Men grabbed her full phase of the moon, creamy asscheeks, spreading them across-the-board apart. other men grabbed her around her shank, by her articulatio humeri and tits and arms and legs. They held her completely still as Pete wedged the tip of his cock-head into her flyspeck asshole.

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

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

There was a tatty pop. Lynda felt her muscular tissue relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as wide-cut as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the brawniness tore. Then Pete 's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't drag a breathing time with the massive clod of flesh buried inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining work force of a dozen strong men. The pain tore her and burned her at the Saami clock time, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny oral cavity of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely across-the-board around the bulging oral sex of Pete 's cock. The pink gang of her prick was spread rubberband tight around the wrist-thick spear. A petite trickle of blood ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts rattling honorable, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the school principal, you stuck-up piece of SOB puss ! Now you 're going to get to bolt every screw column inch ! ``

Those were the last language Lynda heard before she passed out from the pain sensation and the shock of the tearing incursion. The last thing she felt was inch after inch of Pete 's enormous pecker fucking its way deep into her bowels. Her petite shit-chute stretched and tore, the mingy rings of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural intrusion of Pete 's wrist-thick prick. It was when Pete 's clod slapped up into the quip of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big gamey eyes rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the luscious landlady. They let her abide out a few minutes this fourth dimension, joking over the way that Pete was battering her hitch, sultry eubstance. Pete fucked her unconscious mind body as savagely as he could, pounding his putz into her ravaged asshole until his cock was soaked with her blood. When Pete was almost set up to cum, he had Grady open another bottleful. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered shitter with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's look with whisky, then jammed the bottle between her mouth as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a miserable little baby as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The sight of her soaker sass wrapped around the liquor bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in come together and sprayed his burning at the stake hot jism all over her big, soft tits.

Lynda cried out in stupor and disgust as the oily business of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy peel. They looked like type slug trail running over the round off pillows of her tits. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his hard hands around Lynda 's tiny waistline and impaling her on his massive cock. `` I 'm going to fill up your filthy little asshole with my odorous cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your ears ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

Lynda did n't interpret what was happening to her. Her whoreson had been torn to ribbons. The pain from the brutal ass-rape was running all the way up into her shoulder, all the way down her farseeing, lavish legs. She 'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every degraded fashion possible.

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

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

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

Lynda collapsed back against the pool mesa as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every last bit of life out of her. She was too tired and hurt to move a sinew. The booze created fog that surrounded her only made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard cock across her side, Lynda moaned with despair. It was drenched with her blood, smeared with her son of a bitch and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to earn her do.

'' No, '' she whispered between clenched teeth. She could n't do it. Nothing could be worse than having to lick her own shit off Pete 's filthy, blooming turncock. `` I wo n't let you. I wo n't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. Please not that. ``

'' okeh, '' Pete said with an easy grin. `` leave her another drink, Grady. Shit, the aphrodisiac minuscule slovenly woman 's had a pretty intemperately dark. She deserves it. ``

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

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

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

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

Pete pulled his cock back until the first few in of it sat on Lynda 's garden pink knife. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled mouth Lynda could savor salty ancestry and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid smack of diddlyshit. It made her want to throw up, but she did n't try to perpetrate away.

'' Suck 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 hard liquor they had made her drink had robbed her of the concluding of her self-possession. Three cocks were working on her voluptuous trunk at the like time. The cocks that were rubbing over her nipple were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky hide. Pete 's turncock was clean house from its piece of tail of her bastard, but it was already leaking slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting backtalk. Before farsighted lines of her expectoration and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the recession of her lips, striping her pretty cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasance as Buck stepped between her spread legs. His cock looked yearn and strong and voluptuous to Lynda 's jumble mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The bitch is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her nipple said, driving his dick into the sleek hillock of her rectify tit until well-nigh of his peter disappeared into the creamy soft cushion.

'' Let 's see her get into this, '' Buck said, pulling a puddle cue off the wall. `` I 'm going to eff you, Lynda. I 'm going to sleep together you tangible good. ``

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her taste of turncock as buck poked the tip of the pool cue between the swell up lips of her baflered pussy. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Buck shoved the puddle cue deep inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the long rod of wood. Her clit wiggled as the slick wood rubbed over it. one dollar bill drove the pocket billiards cue a substructure into her pussy with the number one plunge, then jerked it back out and thrust it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

Lynda had never had an orgasm in her life, but she recognized the tickling inside her, the heat that was building in her cunt and stomach. Her cunt clutched at the pool cue as though it was the cock of a prospicient lost fan. Her clit buzzed and wriggled as the wood rubbed against it.

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

Lynda 's long, sultry trunk arched up off the pocket billiards table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a chewing mouth. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly wing. The silky hole of her breadbasket rolled like a belly terpsichorean 's. expectoration poured out of her mouth, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

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

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

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

Lynda thrashed on the pool tabular array, slurping at Pete 's cock as though it was the most deliciow matter she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty cheeks as she sucked him. She soaked his rooster in her spit and then sponged it away with her tongue. She nuzzled his cock with her moderately lips. Her font was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the sweetest, slipshod blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's mouth. It exploded off her glossa like shrapnel and soaked every corner of her mouth. It filled her nerve until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted fresh male person cum before, and the relish was so salty and meaty that it made her head swim. She swallowed one gooey mouthful after another, but she could n't restrain up with the gluey tidal wave. In an exigent gluey globes of cockslime were rolling down her core out cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

The orgasm rattled through her beaten, bound body like a runaway freightage wagon train. Lynda 's sleek, sexy body thrashed and jumped off the kitty table.

Buck drove almost two feet of the long, slim pool cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her neck with every plunge, stretching her cunt so far out of shape that the crazed beauty did n't intend it would ever be the Lapplander again.

Pete pulled his cock out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the last of his cum onto her wait, tip-tilted face. buck drove the pool cue relentlessly into her cunt, 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 settlings of her orgasm poured through her hitch, exhausted soundbox. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a vile mob of savage men. She wished she could just die. She had the atrocious flavor that it was going to be a recollective fourth dimension before the men let her do that, or let her bunk them in any former way.

CHAPTER THREE

They untied Lynda and made her walkway over to the bar. Lynda 's long, shapely ramification felt like rubber. She weaved drunkenly in the thick of the crowd of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her knocker, slapping her ass, fucking fingers into her reamed-out cunt and asshole.

Lynda felt like something less than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her luscious body on show for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and parentage down her creamy thighs. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned body, as though she was some mindless, aphrodisiac creature they had bought and paid for.

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

Her long aphrodisiac peg dangled toward the level, the spindle of her dog barely brushing the hardwood open. Men stretched Lynda 's arms out to her sides and tied her wrists to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in torture as the men tugged her arms out painfully broad. The men left her legs give up, joking with each other about how they wanted her able to wrap those tenacious, meaty legs around their arse while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a aphrodisiac meal fix to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her arms were pulled wide and bound and from the way only a tiny parcel of her back had to support all her weight.
'' mortal stick a cock in afters little Miss Cartier and take her intellect off what we 're going to do to her. ``

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

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


Lynda shrieked in torment, arching her long, sexy consistence up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasure as she whipped her hips from face to side in a hopeless, vain endeavor to throw the smoldering catch off her slick tegument. He wrapped his big script around her satiny hips and pounded his prick into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her. When her cunt clenched cockeyed around the man 's stopcock, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The cool rush of jism into her wound twat was like a salve to Lynda. Her scream of painful sensation turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, plush legs tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high pff the tabular array, get together every savage thrust of his spurting shaft into her twat. 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 Miss Jacques Cartier did n't think she had decent energy left to sway her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ash from his cigarette into Lynda 's open backtalk. `` Here, breast, let me show you how we really want you shaking that big, sexy ass ! ``

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

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

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

'' reply him, whore ! '' another man shouted, sliding the straits of his putz into the tight crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigaret he was holding across the back of Lynda 's knee, making her howling in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy kettle of fish fucked at the same sentence. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her voice shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the book binding of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy slight gob fucked at the same fourth dimension. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't involve anymore ! ``
At that here and now the man in nominal head of her fucked his fat stopcock into her pussycat. Lynda grunted with pain at the incursion. When the man behind her forced his hard peter up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the mankind spinning away from her again. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a duteous slave.

The men let her stay unconscious mind for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her jerk and wiggle and moan while her witting mind was on hold. The men fucking her slit and son of a bitch battered her senseless soundbox brutally back and forth, driving their cocks into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the low two backed way, two more stepped up to take their places.
After the second duo of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's cunt and bastard, Buck decided it was metre to heat her up. A man got so energize that he shot his load, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful face with his jism. As the slushy turncock filth slithered over her impudence Lynda started crying again, her whole body shaking with the force of her grief.
vaulting horse fucked her heavily and fast, driving his cock into her so savagely that men had to withstand Lynda to go on her from being knocked over the face of the bar. Her tattered shitter turned with the friction of sawbuck 's heavy peter fucking deep inside her. She could find the moist TV channel stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the same again. The jolting of the brutal piece of tail caused Lynda to slop pass water all over her face, but Buck did n't seem to mind.
His monstrous pecker still hurt her lilliputian voider so badly that she could n't stop shivering, that she felt as though her back was being broken. But it was starting to excite her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the stab of one dollar bill 's pecker up her ass was starting to turn her on.

Lynda iifted her long, sexy legs and wrapped them tightly around Buck 's mesomorphic ass.. Her pussycat was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged SOB flexed around his ruining shaft as though it wanted to squeeze every snow leopard of jism he had out of his chunk and deep into her eubstance. Her tiny cries of pain transformed themselves into grunts and moan of pleasure.

'' Tell me you love it, whore, '' Buck said, fucking his stopcock into her dickhead as though he wanted to hump it out through her full-lipped sass. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a good trivial adulteress, '' clam whispered. `` Such a beautiful little slut. And such a big girl. You 're the sexiest kick this townsfolk has ever seen, Lynda big boob, big ass, and the sweetest footling brass a man could ever want. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Pearl Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Buck tight with her foresightful branch, flipping her ass up to play every jabbing of his immense peter. `` I 'm your whore, Buck ! I 'm your slut ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh dump, you 're making me cum ! ``

'' You 're making me cum, too, Lynda, '' Buck gasped, grinding his shaft savagely into her defecator. `` And I 'm not going to cum in your big confection ass. I 'm going to cum in your hot trivial slit. ``

Lynda cried with disappointment when dollar bill yanked his shaft from her arse. She shrieked with transport when he buried it to the hilt in her cunt. Her sexual climax hit her like a accelerate motortruck. She went into paroxysm, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her tits, tearing and twisting at the big, silky mound until she caused herself to bleed.

'' Cumming ! '' she screamed, her big oculus glazed, spit drooling from the corners of her mouth. `` Cumming ! Cumming, cumming, cumming ! Oh, Buck ! Oh, Buck ! fuck me ! ``

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

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

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

'' Do you need to get laid these other guys now ? '' dollar bill asked at finale, fucking his still-hard putz inside Lynda 's swampy kitty-cat. `` Are you going to get all my Friend feel good ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her school principal and driving her pelvic arch up at Buck 's thrusting cock. `` I 'll fuck them all so good ! I 'll make them all cum so good ! ``

'' honest, '' dollar said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her cunt. `` present her a bottle, Grady. The good stuff. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted whore is set to make us all very felicitous. ``

'' And for a very long time, '' Grady said, pulling a bottle of whiskey off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this tinker's dam she might just hump us all as often as she loves you. ``

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

CHAPTER tetrad

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

Grady had made her drink most of the bottle of whisky before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her venter, staring at the three hard hammer that were pointing at her face. Behind her two more stiff pricks were rubbing over the lush, silky cheeks of her ass. Dozens to a greater extent firmly, dripping shaft were waiting to take their turns on her. The intelligence of what was happening at Buck 's Bar had spread through the Ithiel Town. The place was packed now, so full of steamy men that Pete had had to lock the door and turn off the sign. There was n't way for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we require to pain you now ? '' sawhorse asked, flashing the early men a mocking grin. `` You 're being such a in effect niggling girl, such a good, big-titted little fille. ``

'' I am a dependable girlfriend, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when Pearl Sydenstricker Buck rubbed his hand over her boldness, she licked and kissed his digit like a felicitous little pup. `` A very thoroughly, big-titted girl. ``

'' Let 's fuck her, '' one of the men rubbing his cock 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 blue middle spacious and serious-minded. She was drunk almost to the point of passing out and in a nation of stupor from all the screw and torment she had endured. `` I want you to bang me right now ! ``

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

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

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

The men in front of her stepped closer, rubbing their gruelling, leaking rooster all over Lynda 's beautiful, aristocratic face. One of them plunged his cock straight down her pharynx, squirming his ass and shoving his pecker until Lynda 's jolly face was mashed into his mouldy genitals hair.

Then the other man behind her mistreat unaired and pushed the straits of his cock against the cock-stuffed lip of Lynda 's pussy.

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

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

Even that a great deal lubrication could n't still the penetration of two thick putz into the squirming, captive organic structure. She squealed with annoyance as the back man pressed his shaft into her petite knock cunt mouth.

The head of the man 's cock popped into her snatch, stretching the mouth of her swollen cunt all-embracing. Lynda cried out in suffering, then moaned deep in her throat as the man drove his turncock to the hilt inside her. Her long, sultry dead body trembled with the infliction of the unnatural penetration.

Her pathetic, tattered cunt felt like a sock on Christmas morning time, stuffed so full of miniature that it was stretched almost to the gunpoint of bursting wide open. Her legs felt as though they were dislocated. It was as though she was sitting on some huge wooden stake, one that was piercing every column inch of her eubstance, driving a wedge inside her that was going to separate her in two.

Her throat was clogged with cock. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her human face. The man on the right field slapped her typeface with his shaft, beating Lynda 's middling cheek as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a hardened length of fuck-meat. The man on the left field was smearing his stopcock all over her cheek, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick head of his son of a bitch into Lynda 's wide blue eyes.

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

'' tone at the whore ! '' `` pack those cocks, you sleazy vagabond ! You 're starting to learn are n't you ? assure us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking position yet ? ``

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

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

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her spokesperson shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triple prick-beating the men in front of her were giving her pretty fount. spit and fuck-lube poured over her lips in gooey fibril. `` A bitch with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty body to make men feel secure ! She should be on her knee ! On her vertebral column with her leg in the air ! On all quaternion, taking a cock from behind like the bitch dog she is ! ``

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

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual agony as the man behind her wrecked her puss with their piece of ass. `` A slut ! I 'm a pussy and an ass and a big, bouncy set of bosom ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to stick his cock in my slutty torso and take me like the gripe I am ! roll in the hay me ! Fuck me ! Oh shit, I 'm such a dirty whore ! ``

'' That 's right, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the cigarette off her electrocution bunghole. He hefted his fat dick in his paw and aimed it at the small of Lynda 's back. `` What do you fuck, guys ? The dumb fornicatress got it right. ``

Her cunt clutched closely around the double-fucking putz that stuffed it, and an climax exploded through her.

'' sucking this hammer, whore ! '' one of the men in battlefront of her shouted, punching his spit-slick prick between her lush, parted lips. `` sucking me off, you shitty bitch ! ``

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

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

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

The men varied their rhythm method so that sometimes they would take routine jabbing their cocks into Lynda 's cunt and other meter they would Lebanese pound in and take in out at the Saami clip. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a pecker that never needed to pull back at all, that only drive and thrust and thrust, beating her kitty-cat to mush. When they drove into her together the jarring doubled impact would pick apart Lynda senseless, jolting her foresighted, plushy body with the forcefulness of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the first thickheaded streamer of jism that spurted into her pharynx. It went down the wrongfulness way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her nose and splashed out of her rima oris. The next throat clogging splash poured like a lava flow down her throat and into her stomach. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with tatty fuck-slime. Still choking on the number one gooey waft of cum, Lynda could n't withdraw any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' Drink it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her middling face. He pounded his clenched fist into the position of her foreland, knocking her almost unconscious. `` imbibe it, slut ! Drink it, whore ! Swallow my jizz, you big-assed while of shit ! ``

Lynda tried as heavily as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse of disgust he pulled his spurting tool out of her sass and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with pleasure as he fired sticky jism streamers into Lynda 's wide oculus. The cum streamed down her cheek like snag. Finally he smeared his stopcock all over her intrude, leaking the last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

'' Oh yeah ! '' one of the former men shouted, stuffing the straits of his peter between Lynda 's parted, cum drooling mouth just as he shot his first of all chummy dollop of jism. `` Here 's some more, landlady ! Suck it down, you sorry cunt ! ``

Lynda did n't even try to swallow 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 length of fuck-meat, greased by a doubled load of cum. By the time the second man pulled his still-spurting tool out of her mouth Lynda was wearing a whiskers of steamy, unclean white jism. The man splashed the terminal of his cum all over her face, beating her with this putz while he fouled her cheek and nose and frontal bone with his trashy cock-julce.

The tertiary man plunged his tool between her jism-frosted rim. His cum poured into her mouthpiece like water from a tap, and Lynda clamped her sass tight around his son of a bitch just behind the ridge at the back of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her mouth, but she could n't swallow fast enough to keep up with the glut of cum. Her stomach felt swollen with jism. Like his acquaintance the man pulled out to fritter away the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, pallid brass. By the time he was finished there was n't an inch of her beautiful face that was n't glazed with cock-slime.

A man stepped up, his tough cock 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 rap. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of agony and ecstasy as her sultry body was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

'' Bitch ! '' one of the men fucking her cunt screamed. Both men wrapped their big hands around Lynda 's tiny middle and jerked her back against their bludgeoning tool. `` 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 dick. Two pairs of cum big balls were slapping against the rachis of her thigh and two long, thick cocks were spitting themselves into her helpless, beautiful soundbox. `` Oh, fuck ! Oh no ! You 're tearing me up ! You 're tearing me up ! Oh please, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

A man grabbed her by her silklike black hair and jerked her heading to the English. He jammed the capitulum of his prick against her parted lips just as he started to cum, and bathed her font with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's sassing together with his cum, painted her chin and face and nose. Sticky undulation of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful face, almost a tail of an inch midst in some spots.

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

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's delicate deal were forced around two big shaft. Four men crowded around her head, smearing their shaft all over her already slimy grimace. Her legs were grabbed by strong work force that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishbone as the men forced her into a tear that left her legs pointing out straight to the incline of her dead body. She felt the brawniness that ran down her inner thighs drag and bust under the atrocious atmospheric pressure as the men tied her articulatio talocruralis and articulatio genus to the side of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her legs, and for the second gear time two Brobdingnagian, punishing cock plunged into her cunt at the same time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to wait for turns fucking her gorgeous, wrapped torso. Men kneeled on the bar to either side of her organic structure and plunged their cocks against the broad, overweight globes of her tit. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her tits and crushed it brutally around his cadaver, hard cock.

Her cunt felt as though it had been pounded to mush. She could n't take a breather with her mouth still clogged with jism and four cocks poking all over her facial expression. Her deal were already glutinous with the fuck-lube of the men who were making her beat them off.

The pain in the neck from her mashed, fucked tits was so frightful that Lynda could n't hold back from arching up off the table, from wiggling and jerking in a wild attempt to ease some of the agony she was feeling.

The men playing their rooster over her boldness started to slap her with their incision. Each metre one of the hard putz hit her beautiful face there was a loudly, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more weight unit behind the fat cocks that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so hard that they were bruising her pretty, scummy face. Lynda kept her oral fissure spacious outdoors, hoping that at least one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her snatch were the first unity to cum. Lynda 's cunt was foxy and hot, and stretched to the full point of bursting around two hard cocks. The friction was too lots for the men to take. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her slipshod little fuckhole. When they pulled out a moving ridge of jism followed them. It looked like a gooey E. B. White glacier. The men laughed and wiped their cocks clean in the silky linle bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big bottle of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's snatch. The bedaze, bibulous mantrap moaned with disgrace and pleasure as he fed her every inch of the thick, hard nursing bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her ill-treated pussy as another orgasm wracked its way through her bound, beautiful physical structure. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big cushy hammock with tacky midst cock goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry trunk squirming feeble on top of the bar. Her two-dimensional little stomach rolled like that of a belly social dancer as orgasmic convulsions seized her. One of the men rubbing his cock over her face groaned with delight at the visual sense. He splashed her face with his julcy cock-filth, further coating Lynda 's everlasting features.

The men who were making Lynda beat them off came at almost the same time, edging closer to her organic structure so they could splatter her full tits and silky flat tire tum with their cum. The man fucking her unexpended 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 dick spurting jism onto her face at the same meter. She closed her heart and opened her mouth and let them shower her with cum. Strands of fuck-filth crossed her fount from every direction. Jizz poured into her unfastened lip until it overflowed down her buttock and chin. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under pools of brassy cum. Her shiny black hair was frosted with streaks of dirty White person cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched soundbox off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar pot. Lynda 's yearn, lucullan leg were jerked wide, her metrical foot settled on stools and then sat on by heavy men. Two stools were put under her humble eubstance, one under her full, silky ass and another under her level little tummy. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's stomach, driving the air from her squirming, jailed body. There were stools under her berm and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' dollar said, straddllng her mind. Lynda had to scoop clotted jism from her middle to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to reach you a chance to get to know me real number well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

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

'' throw me a kiss, Lynda-slut, '' sawbuck said softly. `` Give me a nice, wet buss on my asshole. ``

Lynda cried out in despair as Buck spread his asscheeks all-inclusive and sat on her face. The deaden crud of his asscrack smeared over her cheeks and backtalk as he settled down on top of her. The olfactory perception made Lynda retch, but there was nada in her stomach to come up. She dry heaved as sawhorse crushed the muddy ring of his cocksucker down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his cock roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out asshole. Buck clamped both of Lynda 's soft deal around the hard stalk of his dick. The men sitting on Lynda 's foot rubbed their cocks over her perfectly shaped calfskin. The man sitting on her stomach drove the fat head of his cock into her belly button. Lynda was serving five turncock at once, again. Her sex-shattered mind tried in vain to cypher how many hammer she had already pleasured, and how many to a greater extent were waiting to drain their lust on her big, super-sexy body.

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck made her lay his immense, hard cock between her big, creamy tit, then crushed the satiny mounds together with his strong hands. Lynda 's mitt were pulled up and fitted around other pecker. Lynda stroked them diligently, tickling them and pulling them and rubbing their slippery pre-cum all over.

'' Lock your pretty brim on my arse, '' clam said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's facial expression while he stabbed his turncock between her creamy nipple. `` Do n't you desire a nice, wet kiss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to kiss until you prove you 're unspoilt enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with disgrace and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the fast closed chain of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's shitter. The big man moaned with delight and plunged his tool even more savagely between Lynda 's knocker. Lynda clamped her lips to the filthy annulus and teased her spit against it. She could experience the slippery wetness of vaulting horse 's fuck-lube greasing the silky valley between her tits.

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

Driven by the depraved Passion that was burning through her, Lynda drove her tongue deeply into Buck 's asshole. She tasted his shit and gagged, but she did n't break. She locked her lips tight around the bud of his defecator, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his lip instead of his asshole. dollar shouted with pleasure and mashed her titsso tight around his cock that Lynda shrieked in agony.

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

Lynda slithered her spit all over Pearl Sydenstricker Buck 's moistness, lousy 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 stop herself. She stabbed her tongue back up his asshole and wiggled it around, and he moaned with pleasure. A moment later he was cumming.

Lynda climaxed with her master as he hot his jism all over her big pap. The other man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with job of fuck-filth. one dollar bill 's jism coated her slick nipple, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the huge pile until they shined. The man sitting on her former foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her swollen pink cunt-lips with his gluey globs of cums.

'' You 're learning, are n't you ? '' vaulting horse said, getting off Lynda 's nerve and slapping her nerve so hard that it almost knocked her out. Her beautiful face was smeared with sour brownish stains. `` Before we 're done with you, you wo n't even remember your fucking figure. ``

More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her son of a bitch. They shoved their punishing, dripping turncock between her sensuous, parted lips. They fucked her mamilla and made her jack them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious mind and woke her up a one-half dozen clip. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her legs, pursed her back talk, ran her hands all over their cocks. The men kept giving her more to drink, and before they were done, Lynda 's will had been completely shattered.

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

CHAPTER Phoebe

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

Lynda could n't stop beggary. The words tumbled from her rima oris as the men tied her rout in the center of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's arms were spread high above her head, far out to her face. Her peg were spread across-the-board, too, held by ropes to studs in the wall. She was held off the dry land, suspended by the forget me drug that cut into her wrist joint and ankles.

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

'' Ought to fucking clean and jerk 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 one-half dozen pairs of dirty, discarded underwear off the filthy barroom floor. Pete pulled a couple seltzer feeding bottle out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, scared centre. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer water, washing the drying jism off her recollective, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the gruelling watercourse of body of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with water. Her silken black hair was plastered to her top dog and shoulders.

'' outdoors wide, '' Grady said, grabbing Lynda by her chin and forcing her mouth wide open up. `` You 're not a lot goodness for screwing, girl Cartier, but maybe you can wash this cruddy underclothes for us. ``

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

'' What you are, Lynda, '' Grady said patiently, stuffing a pair of underwear into Lynda 's mouth, `` is a big-titted, big-assed cow. You need to learn your place, lady of pleasure. When we 're done with your sugariness trunk, you 'll either know it or be too fucked up to care. ``

Grady backed away from her, and for a moment Lynda hung, in the center of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful dead body. It was the commencement fourth dimension in hours that a cock had n't been buried inside her, a script had n't been mauling her mammilla or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda 's consistency was rout in mid-air. Her big bosom stood out from her consistence like two creamy soft, water-filled balloons. Her nipples were hard picayune points. With her body stretched and tied, her waist looked even smaller, her body even longer. Her sexy peg seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her red-hot body. Her pink cunt-lips were spread panoptic, and her big, aphrodisiacal ass flexed as she tried to take some of the pressure off her foresighted, shapely legs.

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

This meter he leaned his weight on his foot, pressing it mystifying and deeper inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her kitty. She screamed when the front of his foot pushed past the debase back talk of her snatch. After that there was only botheration, pain sensation so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's weapon system to oblige him up while he pushed his foot into Lynda 's cunt. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to escape the atrocious encroachment, but there was nowhere for her to go. half of Grady 's animal foot pushed inside her puss and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the strength of his muscular leg, and Lynda felt as though she was having a baby.

'' There we go ! '' Grady screamed as the blackguard of his foot disappeared inside Lynda 's slit. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your spinal column with your ramification spread fucking on a man 's base ! ``
She could feel every column inch of Grady 's pes inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix uteri. The bone of his ankle rubbed against her lacrimation cunt lip. The heel of his foundation smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, Miss Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the try of driving his foot into Lynda 's beaten-up twat. `` Are n't I kicking you tough enough ? You uptown bitch really ask to go the whole slip, huh ? Well, here you go, big breast ! Fuck on this ! ``

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Lynda 's puss, and she collapsed against the story, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's foot was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless despair looking at the size of it of his foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her poor trivial pussycat. She knew that her slit would never be the Saami after all the contumely it had suffered during this frightful night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, brutal jab. Lynda slid three feet across the filthy bar base, curling into a tight ball in nastiness of the invertebrate foot that held her Down. She could feel her pussy ripping under the insensate power of the charge. She was certain that Grady had kicked his animal foot all the way into her stomach.

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

Lynda screamed as the couple sizzled her clapper. Her tongue put it out almost immediately, but not before it filled her back talk with fire. Lynda gulped down the mate on reflex.

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

Lynda could n't take anymore. There was n't one spot on her svelte, supple body that did n't burn with nuisance. Her cunt and son of a bitch felt as though they had been bored out with an galvanising recitation. Her tits were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with pain in the ass even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half witting in an sea of agony. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

Lynda locked her plush thighs around Grady 's ankle.

'' banquet those peg ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his base around inside Lynda 's wounded twat. `` counterpane them, whore, or I 'll shove my base up your stinking asshole ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silken black hair was spread out around her in a wilderness tangle, her sultry torso glistening with sweat. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as aphrodisiac as the defiled landlady. It made him desire to kick her even harder.

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

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

The coming was so powerful, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't hold on herself from screaming out with passionateness. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a unsportsmanlike saloon floor, getting foot-fucked by one man in nominal head of an audience of fifty more.

Lynda bucked her ass up off the ground to contact the pussy-jarring jolt of Grady 's foot. Her harry pussycat clamped around Grady 's ankle joint, spilling cuntream all over his infantry. Grady kicked her again, pushing her two foundation across the trading floor, and Lynda climaxed again.

She was still cuinming when he pulled his tight substructure from her cunt. And when he made her lick his metrical unit clean and jerk, Lynda climaxed again, even as she cried at the depth of her degradation.


CHAPTER SEVEN
clam dropped to his knees behind her and wrapped his impregnable manpower around her plush, silky thighs. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her legs as though she was a wishbone. She screamed out in agony as he flattened her long, sultry physical structure on the foul bathroom floor. Then he drove his immense, hard shaft up her asshole, and pain guesswork through her physical structure like limpid fire.
'' judder your big angelical ass, honey ! '' buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with brutal fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot little shitter on my big cock !
vaulting horse hammered his wrist-thick hammer up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy floor, pulling herself painfully forward to clean the tile while sawhorse demolished her sexy torso. Every goring stab of his cock made Lynda 's tits swing and her ass jiggle. His strong workforce jerked her back to come across every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with pleasure and dropped to his articulatio genus beside Lynda 's cheek. Lynda jerked with surprisal when his cock splattered her expression with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her impertinence and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full back talk and dripped from her nose.
'' I said ass me back, you dumb cunt ! '' Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's operose, hanging titmouse and crushing them against her eubstance. `` move your faineant ass ! ``

clam rabbit-fucked her devastated shit-chute, drilling his cock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the exertion of trying to make clean the floor while having her tender, injure shitter fucked to iota. She squeezed her asshole cockeyed around Buck 's bruising incision, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

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

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! '' she cried out with every punishing knife thrust of Buck 's prick 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 tight asshole ! What a big, aphrodisiacal ass ! You 're making me cum, big-tits ! Here, subscribe to some jism, whore ! ``

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her tight, hot shitter. buck 's jism burned every teardrop and scrape in her sweet asshole. The ardor seemed to burn through the wall of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a convulsive as Buck unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her thrashing, sexy body. Lynda slammed her scurvy cheek back against the story, hitting so hard that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the flooring as though it were the look of a lover
Buck pulled out of her ass, his big turncock dripping jism and parentage. He wiped his prick clean on the small of Lynda 's back. Before he had stepped away from her another man had taken his place, slamming his cock to the hilt inside Lynda 's reamedut shitter.

Lynda screamed with pleasure, dragging herself across the bathroom level. A man dropped to his articulatio genus in front of her and jacked on his peter until he spurted his cum all over her cheek. Lynda gurgled with insane glee as the man 's jism slapped against her lovely features. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the storey and rubbed her face into it.
Lynda pounded her caput against the trading floor and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing rooster, pussy-juice running from her swollen cunt almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her wounded shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. Cocks slid into her pussy and asshole at the same time. Lynda 's fork was at exactly the mightily height for the men to stick their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's shoulders were pressed painfully into the floor. It felt to the pain dazed dish as if her back was being broken, her right leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your titties, beef, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her headspring. `` Chew on those big jugful ! They 're hanging in your fucking face, slut ! eats down ! ``

Lynda cried in pity and torment, but she parted her lips and washed her somewhat pink tongue over her heated, slick tit-flesh. Her eubstance was swaying as the men fucking her pussy and asshole pounded their turncock inside her. She was writhing desperately, squirming like a hooked fish at the end of the rope that caught her ankle.

Lynda soaked her full, hanging tits with her spitting. She bit at the big, sonant pap until her creamy cutis was covered with the brand of her dentition. She cried as she bit and sucked her mammilla, both at the disgrace of having to ill-use her own sensible tits and at the torture of the brutal look-alike fuck she was having to endure.

The men fucked her savagely. They angled their shaft straight down into her body and pounded her brutally against the flooring. Lynda felt as if her swell up fuck-holes were being scrubbed with sandpaper. The two dick felt like baseball game squash racquet as they pounded into her fuck-holes.

The man fucking her kitty was the number 1 to cum. He filled her bitch with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her marshy slit while he was still spilling cum, milking the finally of his cock goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly tip-tilted face. The unworthy smacking of jism on Lynda 's boob and look made her whine with humiliation. Another man started fucking her twat before the man fucking her dickhead shot his load. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his peter into her jism-drenched pussy. Her honeyed little cunt had been fucked raw by the dozens of cocks that had stabbed inside her. As lube as she was, the rooster fucking in her slit still sent lightning bolts of suffering sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted cryptical inside Lynda 's tight little ass tunnel than she would take believed possible. Her asshole was so reamed out that it offered no resistance to the prime of cock-juice. The Angle she was hanging at gave boost aid to the jism as it poured deep inside her squirming, aphrodisiac body.

Another man stepped up to fulfil her ass with cum as soon as the foremost backed away. And after the indorsement pair filled her soggy fuck-holes with jism another dyad stepped up to use up over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the line of men who stood waiting for bend at her raped pussy and asshole.

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

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

Lynda had thought that her slit and asshole would go numb from all the fuck. Instead they seemed to hurt more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the time the initiatory twenty men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in changeless, unendurable agony.

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

Men squatted near her question and pulsation themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her wide blueing eyes. Cum sloughed off her cheek in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her nose, painted her lips, filled her ears and puddled in the hollow of her throat. The men pulsate off into her sexy, shifting mammilla, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy sonant pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her dipsomaniac dead body .