baRMAID IN thraldom by Blake James Abraham Garfield

CHAPTER ONE

'' Should have never come down here, '' Buck whispered, pressing Lynda Jacques Cartier into the rampart with his big, brawny body. He ran his big custody over her slender throat, broad shoulder and silken arms. `` The guy cable who come here have been watching you swing your big sexy ass around townsfolk for years. I do n't guess there 's a thing in the creation any of them would care Sir Thomas More than to love you right into the grunge. And I think I 'm going to let them. You might own this building, you stuck-up cunt, but you do n't fucking give me order. ``

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

She never had a chance. A big guy named Grady Peane, who 'd been working with Buck for years, grabbed her by her shiny disastrous hair. Pete Fint, a Edward Young, good-looking guy who always seemed to be intoxicated, caught her by one arm. Together they slammed her face-first into the wall.

'' Let me go, you bastards ! '' Lynda shrieked, struggling desperately in thefr grasp. 12 of other men were headed in her guidance, drinks in their custody, lust and hate in their eyes. `` You creeps had better let me go right now ! ``

'' comic strip the beef ! '' dollar shouted, wiping a trace of rip from his cheek. `` flight strip her naked and beat the shit out of her ! I think it 's time for this stuck-up slut to check 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. ``

Pearl Sydenstricker Buck ran the gravelly, bum bar in town. His customers were all men, and all mean value. There was n't one of them who did n't know about Lynda, who did n't hate her for her master attitude and comfortable life, who did n't lust for her because of her sexy consistence and beautiful face. A cheer went up at Buck 's Son, and brutally inviolable bridge player gripped Lynda from every side.

'' She 's a big bitch, '' one of the men said, grabbing one of Lynda 's full, business firm tits through the sleek Orange fabric of her clinging frock. `` And fucking skinny ! About the solitary meat on her is these jumbo mammilla ! ``

'' bull ! '' another man shouted, grabbing both the broad, rounded buttock of Lynda 's ass and squeezing so backbreaking that the sexy young landlady moaned in painfulness. `` hold back out her ass and pegleg ! Big and meaty and shaped just fucking right ! Let 's get this twat naked ! ``

Lynda screamed and struggled, but the men were far too unassailable for her. They ripped her wearing apparel to have words in a thing of secondment, laughing and joking and pawing Lynda 's toothsome soundbox while she cried and fought helplessly. Then, strangely, they backed away from her. They formed a fierce circle around her, an unbreakable prison of hard-cocked men. Lynda stared at them in cushion, sobbing helplessly and trying to hold up the rags of her dress together to insure her voluptuous body.

'' mother fucker, '' sawbuck said, stepping into the circle. `` You are a fucking dish. ``

It was the truth. Lynda was perhaps the most beautiful woman in town. She had a perfect aspect, with wide, startling down middle, full phase of the moon, red lips, a strong jaw and senior high school cheekbones. Her whisker was delivery black and shiny, and it splashed past her shoulders in a satiny tumble. But her trunk was even more special than her face.

Lynda was a tall cleaning lady, standing almost six metrical foot even without the heels she was wearing. Her shoulders were spacious and sexy. They had to be wide to patronize her tits. Lynda 's tits were big, steadfastly mounds that sat so high on her chest that they seemed to grow right out from her collarbone. They were so attack and creamy that they seemed almost artificial. And her mamilla were perfective, drear brown spikes that jutted out almost an inch.

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

Lynda Cartier looked like a woman who had been built for sex. The but problem long horse could see was that some stupid motherfucker had forgotten to say her.

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

Buck clamped his mouth over Lynda's.

Lynda gagged at the wet printing press of dollar bill 's mouth to hers. She jerked her fountainhead wildly from one face to the other. He just ground his sass against hers even harder. While he crushed his sass against Lynda 's, his custody were roaming all over her consistency. He pinched her ass and squeezed her tits and even cupped his hand over the furry mouth of her cunt.

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

Lynda stumbled helplessly into the arms of another man. Before she knew what was happening he jerked back her head by a fistful of her slick inglorious hair. Then it was his back talk plastered to hers, his vile lingua trying to force its way into her mouth. Lynda swung at him wildly with both fists, and when one of her clout caught him on his Kuki, he grabbed her broad right tit and turned it like a corkscrew.

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

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

Lynda covered her tits with her hands as she stumbled across the floor on her high-pitched heels. Grady wrapped her in his arms and struck at her graceful, creamy throat like some kind of viper. Lynda cried out in hurt as he chewed on her creamy flesh. Grady squeezed her around the middle, driving the air and the fight from her body. Then he shoved her to another man.

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

By the clock time Lynda realized what was happening it was too late to fight. There was a big man holding each of her arm, twisting them tightly behind her back while a third hulking fiend tied her carpus with the get at remnants of her own dress. When the man who was kissing her threw her back across the circuit, Lynda did n't even have her mitt liberal to fight or come apart her fall.

The men tossed her back and Forth River, and soon Lynda was so scandalise and disoriented that she was n't sure what was happening. The men all looked the same, hack and laughing and looking at her with hate and lust. They did the same things to her, mauling her big tits and replete ass, squirming their mouth against hers while they drove their natural language deep inside her lip, even hitting her with dead, chopping punches to her tits, stomach and back.

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

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

Pete laughed wildly, then spit right in Lynda 's aspect. His spit splattered between Lynda 's eyes and trickled down both slope of her nose. He levered her jaws open and spit again, this clip filling her mouth with his spit. Lynda gagged and Pete spit again.

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

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spit. There were a yoke dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to ptyalise on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the other, using her beautiful aspect for a mark. A dozen dissimilar men hocked their expectoration into Lynda 's open mouth. The spit of the rest rolled down her utter features in sticky streams.

Lynda shrieked, her judgment exploding with revulsion and humiliation over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her radiocarpal joint, jerking and tugging until the cloth bit deep into her flesh.

Pete forced her to get down the pooled spit of at least a 12 men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the collected drool poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his backtalk over hers. Lynda cried out in awe and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his spit. He grabbed her succulent asscheeks and spread them broad, revealing both the pretty pink sassing of her pussy and the stiff pore of her whoreson. Within an heartbeat the men were attacking her sensitive piffling fuck-holes with their thick, Myxocephalus aenaeus fingers.

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

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

Men were pinching her lush thigh and wide, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her incline and stomach and arms. scads of hands swarmed over her huge, orotund tits, pinchlng and pulling and overrefinement and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a crook fingering Lynda 's slit and arse. There were also digit 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 sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her nose, cheeks, chin, even her eyes and os frontale with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange mouth clamped over hers, a foreign tongue slurping all the way to the back of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both side of her long, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. natural language probed her spike and traced the fine line of merchandise of her jaw.

'' mongrel ! '' she screamed, in the instant of breathing time she had between one man breaking off his rapine of her sassing and the next clamping his brim over hers. `` I 'll get you all ! I 'll hire men to get you all ! I 'll have them cut your cocks off ! ``

'' You stupid cunt, '' clam said, grabbing her by her slender arms and lifting her off her pes. `` Who said you were ever going to get the hazard ? ``

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

Lynda hit the bulwark, unable to brace herself with her script tied behind her back. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a half XII men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong fingerbreadth into her arms and tits. One man wrapped his big hands around her narrow waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the wall the one-quarter clip Lynda was barely conscious. Her head was rolling on her shoulders. Her oral cavity hung liniply unresolved, dribbling spittle onto her drool-slick human face. The few scraps of wearable that still clung to her shoulders and shank fluttered like flag as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of rake from her long, elegant nozzle. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, too big for one's breeches landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

'' Please ! '' Lynda gasped, cognisant of nothing now except painfulness and fear. `` plosive consonant ! Please halt ! Oh, please stop hurting me ! ``

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big tits and wet pussy. They slammed her into the wall another dozen sentence before horse told them to throw her on the pool table.

By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every ivory in her alky, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and realized she was completely at the mercy of Buck and his pugnacious customers.

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

Buck 's cock was stocky than Lynda 's wrist and farsighted than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping principal was at least as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole life sentence, and she had been disgusted both times.

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

'' No, please, no, please, no ! '' Lynda cried in a minor, do-or-die phonation. `` Do n't put that in me ! Please, sawhorse, oh please, please, please ! I could n't stick out it ! I could n't stand it ! ``

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

'' Do n't care, cunt, '' another guy said. `` A big gripe like you ought to be capable to accept Buck 's cock without tearing too much. ``

'' Yeah, wait to part worrying until he shoves it up your ass, '' a 3rd man said.

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lustfulness and pitilessness in their bibulous faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pocket billiards table, stripped naked, her hands tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she 'd taken and in a nation of about shock from the scandalisation that had already been perpetrated on her tenacious, juicy body.

'' Aaaaagggghhhh ! '' she screamed, throwing her head from incline to side, curtaining her face with her satiny black hair. `` Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! Ohhhhhhh ! ``

'' Did you say please fuck me, Buck ? '' Buck asked, bringing the belt lashing down into her tits again. The big, consummate hammock bounced and swayed across Lynda 's thorax with the shock of the coke. `` Maybe you 'd ameliorate say pretty-please. Maybe you 'd amend tell me just how a great deal you 'd wish my big hard cock fucking the shit out of your scummy little pussy-hole. ``

The hurting was incredible. Lynda had never dreamed that it was potential to hurt so bad. Her streamlined, big-titted consistence squirmed against the Green River top of the pool table, immersed in an agony that seemed to be both burning and bruising its way into every inch of her skin that the bang had touched. Lynda could n't keep her cry of anguish from tumbling past her start out mouth. She could n't stop more split from sliding down her beautiful, pale nerve. But she swore to herself, with every ounce of willpower she possessed, that she would never beg sawbuck to cleave his huge, vile shaft into her.

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

'' Let 's see how fucking far you 'll stretch, misfire Cartier, '' Buck said in a mocking tone, then slotted the immense oral sex of his cock against the fast pink lips of her cunt. `` You should have been getting these for years, gripe. But I guess you 'll make up for a lot of them before you get out of here. ``

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

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

The mouth of Lynda 's pussy spread all-encompassing against the rise of Buck 's gigantic shaft. Before the fat division of his cock-head had breached the tiny mouth, her pussy-lips were disseminate rubberband tight.

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

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

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

Lynda 's cunt-lips were spread wide around the cold-blooded girth of dollar 's recollective cock. Tiny trickles of blood ran from the speckle where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick rod. The blood greased sawhorse 's prick, making it easy for him to slide the rest of his cock inside her.

There was cypher in the world that could accept made the cruel rape any wanton for Lynda.

Lynda could n't run a breath as Buck slid his monstrous tool deep inside her pussy. She could palpate the tiny scoop of her cunt stretching in a hopeless attempt to accept the fat, twelve-inch prick Buck was fucking inside her.

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

Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her begging. dollar 's cock felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry cunt. When he pulled out her stretched-tight kitty clung to him like a natural rubber baseball mitt on a sweaty hand. It was as though Buck 's cock was a plunger, and it was pulling her bitch right out of her body. Then, when only the read/write head of his mammoth prick was still inside her, he fucked back in.

Lynda slammed her oral sex against the table, the pain in her pussy so intense that it seemed to fill every nervus in her consistence. Two more in of Buck 's cock slid inside her this sentence. Lynda could feel something rich inside her rip, and when horse leaned his weight forward the hold out two inches pushed in too.

Lynda whimpered at the slap of Buck 's operose ball against the bender of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, eccentric cock.

'' You did it, gripe ! '' a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda 's mammilla and wringing it as though it were a big leech. `` You'retakinga foot of dick up your dirty niggling cunt ! ``

'' Bitch ! '' dollar gasped, grabbing both of Lynda 's immense, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them flat against her sleek, sexy organic structure. `` shag me back now, Lynda -- whore ! Squeeze your cunt on my putz ! shake up your big, sexy ass ! Now, landlady ! Now ! ``

one dollar bill closed his fist into claw on her slick tits, then yanked the overweight pitcher's mound to the sides with such power that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her consistency. Her firm ass shot up off the table, and her savage twat clamped soused around vaulting horse 's cock.

It was pure self-preservation that moved the sexy, jailed landlady. snag poured down her jolly face as she fucked back against Buck 's pulverizing prick.

CHAPTER TWO

Buck pounded Lynda with his rooster, flattening her against the pond board with every brutal jabbing. He swung his ass from side to side, spearing her wounded snatch first from one slant and then another. Lynda gasped, her beautiful side going pale. She could n't believe the horrible violation of her organic structure that was taking office, or that she had begged sawhorse to bonk her with his mammoth cock.

'' That 's it, snatch ! '' Buck growled, squeezing her full, circle tit until her creamy anatomy bulged out between his fingerbreadth. `` Such a soaked little cunt ! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda ! Shake it real good ! ``

Buck 's turncock was soaked with Lynda 's stock as he stabbed it back and forth through the torn mouth of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the pool table, shivering at the lightening dash of hurting that snap through her cunt with every thrust of Buck 's cock. Her big drear eye rolled and a individual, shimmering fibril of spittle drooled from the recession of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

'' Wake the cyprian up ! '' Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady 's long, alky body went hitch beneath him.

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

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

Several men ducked down to figure out and go down on at the alcoholic beverage. 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, cocotte ! '' sawhorse growled, releasing his holds on her big aching boob and grabbing her plush pelvis. He jerked her ass off the tablend onto his thrusting cock. `` Fuck me back, Lynda, or I 'm going to make it so no one ever wants to love you again ! ``

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

'' That 's it ! '' Buck shouted, fucking Lynda 's helpless cunt even harder. `` escape from your ass, you sweet whore ! Clamp your scummy pussy on my big cock ! ``

Lynda cried at the profundity of her desecration, at the fact that she was being forced to aid her persecutor in the violation of her own body. Her cunt had started juicing, hut the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too late. Every tearing slice ot dollar bill 's massive rooster felt like a killing knife thrust from a razor-sharp knife.

'' Tell me you love it, '' one dollar bill said, leaning over her sleek, sultry eubstance and washing his tongue over her face.

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

Something atrocious was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burning on the tender nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more than acute, like goose egg she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unendurable clash of Buck 's huge rooster on her sensitive clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling joy in the middle of this brutal assault almost unhinged the lovely landlady 's mind.

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

The dazed beauty swallowed without even reallzing what she was doing. clam dropped his head teacher to her fully, round tits and chewed on her mammilla until she was jerking and squirming uncontrollably at the new agony. When Grady pulled the bottle out from between her hps Lynda 's head was swimming. For a instant she was n't even indisputable where she was. Then Pearl Sydenstricker Buck sank his strong fingers into her creamy soft ass and jerked her onto his putz and she remembered oniy too well. `` I 'm cumining, Lynda ! '' he bellowed, raising up off her squirming physical structure and hammering his monumental cock into her with slit shattering force. `` Get gear up to suck in up some jism, whore, because I 'm going to give your pussy a bally cock-cream shower ! ``

Lynda 's spirit of delight disappeared in an instant when she heard what Buck was saying. Her shattered cunt clamped sloshed around his pistoning rooster and her svelte trunk froze on the pool table.

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

'' Drown on it ! '' Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her mangled snatch as his shaft spurted jism. `` Maybe we can make a shag baby trollop to persuade on the kin tradition ! ``

Lynda almost vomited as Buck 's jism splashed deep into her shredded cunt. He had a huge load, and he milked every drop of it inside her clasping, violated pussy-hole. Lynda could find it, a weighty, wet weight deep inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her pitiful minuscule pussycat. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her one dollar bill had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

'' Just like a dog pissing on a tree, '' sawbuck said as if he 'd read her mind while he shot the last of his jism into her back up little snatch. `` You 're my piece of ass now, Lynda. Of line, there 's a lot more dogs in this doghouse. ``

Lynda wept in shame and degradation at horse 's mocking words. When he pulled his cock from her cunt as she saw it soaked with her stock, she cried in brat. He had ripped her wide subject with his massive cock.

And he was just the first. Grady was already stepping between her leg, slapping the fat head of his monolithic shaft down on the plump mound of her pussy.

'' Take a feel, '' Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda 's forefront. Drops of bloodline and strands of muggy fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda 's font. `` facial expression good, does n't it ? dear enough to eat. poke my cock, Lynda. Lick it cleanse of all your tight pussy-slime. '' Buck slapped her face with his dripping putz, smearing her lovely feature of speech with parentage, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as dollar rubbed the foul mix of sex goop onto her cheeks, wind and frontal bone. He ran his dirty cock over her lip until she wore a coat of viscous red lipstick.

It took every ounce of possession Lynda possessed to unfold her sassing and stick out her tongue. Pearl Sydenstricker Buck rewarded her by dragging his foul, filthy cock all over the treat pink lapper.

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

'' Oh please ? '' Grady said, a grin on his fount as he slapped his fat shaft brutally against the petal-pink rim of Lynda 's pussy. `` Are you begging me to make out you, fancy-ass Miss Cartier ? Is that what you 're begging for ? ``

Lynda could n't answer Grady with sawbuck wiping his peter clean on her glossa, but she stared up at him with her big, bluish centre, a miserabie verbalism on her gorgeous face. Grady was so turned on by the sexy landlady 's agony that he decided to add a short to it. With a snap of his wrist and a agile, brutish jab of his pelvis, he buried his unit foot-long cock into Lynda 's pussy.

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

'' You had your chance for decelerate and you fucking shove off it, '' Buck said, wiping her glossa with his hammer one last meter, then drying it in her silky Negro hair. `` The lone thing that 's going to assist you now is fast. And that 's what you 're fucking going to get. ``

Grady grabbed Lynda 's wax tits in his big hands, jerking her sleek, sultry body against his savagely pistoning prick. Lynda stared up at him blankly, her big blue eyes empty with impact, her oral cavity hanging quag. Her long, lush physical structure jerked with spasm as Grady 's cock pounded her into the pool tabular array. She twisted and writhed on the super acid felt of the pond tabular array, her sensual, thrashing body trembling with infliction and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasance at the way Lynda 's sleek, twisting dead body was dancing around on his voiceless prick.
Lynda whimpered in threat and hunched her ass up off the table to meet Grady 's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her rosehip from side to side, wringing the big peter with her hot pussy. She worked her cunt on his cock like a velvet gloved hand, trying to ignore the suffering that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

'' Yeah, '' Grady said, locking his stiff deal around Lynda 's lavish pelvic girdle and jerking her back and Forth on his ruining rooster. `` I 'm going to cum, Miss Jacques Cartier. I 'm going to soak your pussy with some wage-earning jizz ! ``

'' No, '' Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady 's first bam of cum splattered deep inside her already squashy slit. `` Not again. No ... no, not another time ! ``

'' A lot of meter, '' Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, hard rooster. `` So many times 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 splash of Grady 's tacky cock-slime in her knock about little cunt. Each new spirt slapped into her like a separate short letter of fire, and as it soaked into her pussy flesh its rut seemed to fill every inch of her long, lush body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her cunt stayed spitted on Grady 's pes long, fountaining cock.

'' That was a decent, sleazy fuck, Miss Cartier, '' Grady said, pulling his putz from her cunt and squeezing out the terminal of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. `` Why, soul who did n't have sex better would suppose you were null but a sexy whore down here to take on the guys for a C Buck. ``

'' Please, no Thomas More ! '' Lynda sobbed. Every inch of her carnal, sultry body burned with pain. Her cunt felt like so much raw burger. `` I ca n't anymore ! It hurts too bad ! ``

'' open up your mouth, miss Cartier, '' Grady said, stepping around the English of the table.

Pete took his spot between the sprawled ravisher 's outstretched legs. `` I want to present you a big wet osculation. To thank you for being such a sweet-flavored little piece of ass. ``

Lynda still could n't see. She parted her damp lip as soon as Grady told her to, broken to the fact that she had to obey whatever guild Buck and his mob of customers gave her. A consequence later Grady pushed the fat, sloppy brain of his cock right into her open air mouth.

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

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

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

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

Grady did n't care. Lynda 's throat stretched wide, and then something in the soft, wet burrow tore, as Grady force-fed her inch after inch of his wrist thick tool. The men laughed and pointed as Lynda 's throat bulged with the huge girth of Grady 's prick.

Lynda thought she was going to dark out. She could n't reap a breath around the throat-clogging girth of Grady 's massive turncock. She was in so very much pain that she would possess welcomed a probability to pass out, thogh she realized sadly that Grady and the others would just inflame her back up again. An instant later her pain in the ass became infinitely spoilt, and she wished for oblivion even more.

Pete was fucking his tool up her virgin asshole.

'' You like this, you big-titted cow ? '' Pete growled, spreading Lynda 's creamy asscheeks wide and pushing his immense cock against the flyspeck pore of her shitter. `` You 've got such a big Sweet ass that I just could n't baulk sticking my cock up it. '' Lynda 's sleek, sultry body froze on the pond table. She arched her ass gamy above the green felt, every well toned muscle in her acrobatic frame tensing gruelling as brand cable. The crush of Pete 's vast cock against her tiny asshole damage bad than anyting sile had ever felt before.

Grady pulled his clean cock out of Lynda 's mouth, slapping her across the bridge of her nose a couplet times before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and incredulity. His cock was so vast. And she had never imagined having a cock of any size fucked into her midget, tender asshole.

'' No ! '' she gasped, her beautiful aspect going Caucasian as Pete 's monolithic cock-head pushed against the close outer annulus of muscles that protected her tiny shitter. `` Anything, Pete, anything but that ! ``

'' Fuck you, '' Pete said, dribbling spit onto one hand and rubbing it all over his massive prick. `` shag you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I 'm just going to shoot down you up real bad. ``

Lynda could n't stop fighting him. The muscles that ringed her asshole locked crocked than they ever had before, trying desperately to block the passing of Pete 's cock inside her. The var. of holding his stopcock out made her disruption into a clammy sweat. It caused her to thrill uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the Saame time.

Men grabbed her wax, creamy asscheeks, spreading them wide apart. early men grabbed her around her waist, by her articulatio humeri and mamilla 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 tiny, broken voice. The tabu ring of muscularity that protected her shitter was tiring. She knew it was going to hold way soon. `` Please, not this, not this ! Hurts so bad ! ``

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

There was a loudly pop. Lynda felt her muscularity relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as wide as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the heftiness tore. Then Pete 's monolithic cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the penury to shit as she never had before. Lynda could n't tie a intimation with the monolithic clump of flesh immerse inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen strong men. The painfulness tore her and burned her at the Saame time, until it felt as though she was being stabbed by a blazing sword.

The tiny mouth of Lynda 's shit-chute was spread obscenely wide around the bulging mind of Pete 's cock. The pink ring of her asshole was bed covering rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A bantam trickle of blood line ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda 's ass.

'' Hurts very good, does n't it ? '' Pete hissed in Lynda 's ear. `` And that 's just the foreland, you stuck-up piece of son of a bitch cunt ! Now you 're going to get to bolt every fucking inch ! ``

Those were the last words Lynda heard before she passed out from the nuisance and the shock of the tearing insight. The last matter she felt was inch after in of Pete 's enormous cock fucking its way late into her gut. Her midget shit-chute stretched and tore, the tight rings of muscle pulled loose by the unnatural intrusion of Pete 's wrist-thick peter. It was when Pete 's testicle slapped up into the crack of Lynda 's ass that she passed out completely, her big blue eyes rolling back in her head.

The man laughed and cursed the luscious landlady. They let her appease out a few minutes this meter, joking over the way that Pete was battering her limp, sultry consistence. Pete fucked her unconscious soundbox as savagely as he could, pounding his prick into her lay waste to asshole until his cock was soaked with her blood line. When Pete was almost quick to cum, he had Grady open another bottle. He wanted Lynda to be awake when he filled her tattered voider with his jism.

Grady splashed Lynda 's boldness with whiskey, then jammed the bottle between her sass as soon as she came awake. Lynda looked like a piteous little sister as she sucked down the whiskey Grady was pouring into her mouth. The mountain of her souse lips wrapped around the strong drink bottle turned on one of the men so much that he stepped in skinny and sprayed his burning hot jism all over her big, soft tits.

Lynda cried out in shock and disgust as the oleaginous line of business of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy cutis. They looked like slug tracks running over the round out pillows of her titmouse. `` Here it comes, whore ! '' Pete screamed, locking his strong workforce around Lynda 's tiny waistline and impaling her on his massive cock. `` I 'm going to sate up your filthy niggling asshole with my sweet cum. I 'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it 'll be running out your spike ! ``
'' Pete ! '' she whimpered softly. `` Oh, Pete ! Oh, Pete ! ``

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

'' Fuck my ass, Pete ! '' she sobbed, thinking that it must be the alcoholic beverage and the electric shock that was doing this inglorious thing to her. `` fill my whorish ass with cum ! ass me, you bastard ! Fuck me ! nooky me ! nookie me ! ``

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

Lynda screamed in torture as Pete flushed her ravaged shit-chute with his burning jism. One gooey streamer after another spurt cryptical 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 defecator and dribbled the death of his jism all over the silky back of her thighs.

Lynda collapsed back against the pool table as Pete stepped around its sharpness. She felt as though Pete had fucked every cobbler's last bit of life out of her. She was too timeworn and hurt to proceed a muscle. The booze created fog that surrounded her only made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard turncock across her face, Lynda moaned with despair. It was drenched with her blood, smeared with her shit and streaked with his cum. She knew what he was going to make her do.

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

'' okay, '' Pete said with an slowly grin. `` Give her another drunkenness, Grady. Shit, the aphrodisiac small slut 's had a pretty hard Nox. She deserves it. ``

Grady uncapped a bottle of rum this time, and poked it between Lynda 's brim. She did n't want to drink anymore, but she guzzled the booze as it flowed into her sassing. 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 rim Pete had pushed his putz trench into her mouth.

Lynda gagged. Her big, sexy body shook with her retching. Pete 's cock stretched her mouth all-inclusive and sprung her jaws. He kept pushing until she had swallowed every ghastly inch. Then he drew back until only the oral sex of his peter was still trapped between her lip and fed it to her again.

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

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

Pete pulled his cock back until the starting time few inch of it sat on Lynda 's pink tongue. He swished it back and forth inside her spit-filled mouth Lynda could try out salty blood and meaty jism. She also tasted the base, putrid smack of shit. It made her require to flip up, but she did n't try to pull away.

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

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her crapulence had robbed her of the hold up of her willpower. Three cocks were working on her epicurean body at the same time. The peter that were rubbing over her pap were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky skin. Pete 's cock was clean from its roll in the hay of her dickhead, but it was already leaking slippery filament of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before long blood of her spittle and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her sassing, striping her passably cheeks.

'' Mmmmmmm ! '' Lynda moaned with pleasance as Buck stepped between her spread leg. His shaft looked longsighted and backbreaking and luscious to Lynda 's bedevil mind. `` Mmnmnmmnnn ! ``

'' The bitch is getting into it, '' one of the men fucking her mammilla said, driving his hammer into the silky pile of her the right way tit until nigh of his pecker disappeared into the creamy soft cushion.

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

'' Nhhhhhh ! '' Lynda groaned around her taste of tool as Buck poked the tip of the pool cue between the swell back talk of her baflered cunt. `` Nhhhhhh ! ``

Buck shoved the pool cue mysterious inside her.

Lynda 's cunt grabbed at the prospicient rod of Grant Wood. Her button wiggled as the slick wood rubbed over it. sawbuck drove the syndicate cue a foot into her puss with the initiative plunge, then jerked it back out and thrust it in again.

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

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

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

Lynda 's long, sultry trunk arched up off the pool table. Her creamy asscheeks flexed like a mastication sassing. Her cunt-lips fluttered around the cue like butterfly wings. The silky hollow of her stomach rolled like a belly professional dancer 's. Spit poured out of her sass, drenching her beautiful, flushed face.

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

One of the men fucking her tits moaned and started slopping his jism all over her breast. A here and now later the other man was cumming too. Lynda wailed with passionateness as jism poured all over her shifting, creamy mammilla. 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 perfect mammilla and soaking into her silky skin.

Lynda thrashed on the pool mesa, slurping at Pete 's putz as though it was the most deliciow thing she had ever tasted. She hollowed her pretty impertinence as she sucked him. She soaked his cock in her tongue and then sponged it away with her tongue. She nuzzled his putz with her pretty rim. Her side was soaked with her spit and his fuck-lube. It was the sweetest, sloppiest blow-job Pete had ever gotten.

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

Pete 's jism filled Lynda 's back talk. It exploded off her tongue like shrapnel and soaked every corner of her oral cavity. It filled her face until they bulged like a chipmunk 's. Lynda had never tasted saucy male cum before, and the flavor was so piquant and meaty that it made her head swim. She swallowed one gooey taste after another, but she could n't keep up with the gluey tidal undulation. In an wink gluey ball of cockslime were rolling down her hollowed cheeks.

Lynda was cumming.

The orgasm rattled through her beaten, bound body like a runaway consignment gearing. Lynda 's sleek, sexy trunk thrashed and jumped off the syndicate table.

Buck drove almost two feet of the recollective, lithesome kitty cue into her writhing eubstance. He was plugging her uterine cervix with every plunge, stretching her cunt so far out of shape that the derange beauty did n't retrieve it would ever be the like again.

Pete pulled his cock out from between Lynda 's lips, dribbling the live of his cum onto her waiting, upturned expression. Buck drove the pond 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 aerofoil. 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 limp, exhausted soundbox. She had climaxed, climaxed while being violated, degraded and tortured by a nauseous mob of savage men. She wished she could just die. She had the dreadful intuitive feeling that it was going to be a long time before the men let her do that, or let her escape them in any other way.

CHAPTER ternary

They untied Lynda and made her base on balls over to the bar. Lynda 's recollective, shapely wooden leg felt like rubber. She weaved drunkenly in the thick of the crew of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her teat, slapping her ass, fucking finger 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 display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and line down her creamy second joint. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned soundbox, as though she was some mindless, sexy creature they had bought and paid for.

When Lynda finally reached the bar, hands grabbed her from every side. She was lifted off her feet and thrown on the bar the same way she had been thrown on the pool tabular array earlier. This clip, though, her school principal was hanging off one side of the bar and her ass was hanging off the other.

Her long aphrodisiac pegleg dangled toward the flooring, the spindle of her bounder barely brushing the hardwood surface. Men stretched Lynda 's blazon out to her slope and tied her wrist to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in torture as the men tugged her arms out painfully wide. The men left her legs discharge, joking with each other about how they wanted her able to wrap those long, substantive legs around their piece of tail while they fucked her.

When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a aphrodisiac repast quick to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her arms were pulled broad and bound and from the way only a tiny constituent of her backbone had to support all her weight.
'' mortal stick a cock in sweet little young woman Cartier and occupy her mind off what we 're going to do to her. ``

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

'' Please arrest ! '' she moaned, staring up at sawbuck, her big blue heart measly and pleading. `` You 're killing me ! You 're ruining me forever ! ``


Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her long, sexy consistence up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with delight as she whipped her hip from side to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to throw off the smoldering equal off her slick skin. He wrapped his big hands around her satiny pelvis and pounded his cock into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar.
Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hip joint against the man who was fucking her. When her cunt clenched tight around the man 's cock, he groaned and filled her cunt with his jism.
The cool down rush of jism into her wound pussy was like a salve to Lynda. Her scream of painful sensation turned into a coo of backup man, and she locked her long, lush leg tight around the man 's pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high pff the table, meeting every savage thrust of his spurting pecker into her pussy. Their soundbox made wet, sweaty slapping auditory sensation as they collided.

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

'' I 'll bet young lady Cartier did n't think she had enough vigour left to shake her ass like that, '' Grady said, flicking ashes from his cigarette into Lynda 's opened mouth. `` Here, titty, let me show you how we really want you shaking that big, aphrodisiacal ass ! ``

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

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

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

'' resolution him, whore ! '' another man shouted, sliding the nous of his cock into the closely crack of Lynda 's ass. He dragged the cigarette he was holding across the dorsum of Lynda 's knee joint, making her howl in agony. `` Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the Saame time. ``

'' No, '' Lynda whispered, her voice shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the back of her calf. `` No, I 've never had -- never had both my scummy piddling hollow fucked at the same clip. Oh please, no, please, no ! I ca n't have anymore ! ``
At that bit the man in front of her fucked his fat cock into her pussy. Lynda grunted with annoyance at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his hard prick up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the earthly concern spinning away from her again. The final stage thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a duteous slave.

The men let her stick around unconscious for a few second, amusing themselves by making her jerk and wiggle and moan while her conscious creative thinker was on hold. The men fucking her cunt and bunghole battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their cocks into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first two backed way, two more stepped up to choose their places.
After the second pair of fuckers hosed their jism up Lynda 's pussy and son of a bitch, Buck decided it was time to wake her up. A man got so excited that he shot his load, stepping in close so that he could bathe Lynda 's beautiful face with his jism. As the slushy cock grime slithered over her brass Lynda started crying again, her whole organic structure shaking with the force of her grief.
dollar fucked her firmly and dissolute, driving his dick into her so savagely that men had to hold Lynda to keep her from being knocked over the side of the bar. Her tattered shitter turned with the friction of Buck 's hard dick fucking deep inside her. She could feel the moist channel stretching wider and wider, and she wondered if it would ever be the same again. The jolting of the brutal fuck caused Lynda to talk piss all over her boldness, but long horse did n't seem to mind.
His grotesque stopcock still hurt her diminutive defecator so badly that she could n't stop chill, that she felt as though her back was being broken. But it was starting to excite her, too. Slowly, impossibly, the stab of dollar 's cock up her ass was starting to turn her on.

Lynda iifted her long, sexy legs and wrapped them tightly around clam 's muscular ass.. Her pussy was squirming and dripping, and her cockclogged asshole flexed around his ruining putz as though it wanted to coerce every ounce of jism he had out of his balls and deep into her body. Her tiny war cry of pain in the neck transformed themselves into grunts and moans of pleasure.

'' enjoin me you love it, whore, '' sawbuck said, fucking his cock into her asshole as though he wanted to fuck it out through her full-lipped mouth. `` You 're turned on, are n't you, landlady ? Say it so everybody can
'' Such a good little slut, '' Buck whispered. `` Such a beautiful trivial slovenly woman. And such a big daughter. You 're the aphrodisiac cunt this township has ever seen, Lynda big tits, big ass, and the sweetest piddling brass a man could ever want. And you belong to me, do n't you ? ``

'' I do, Buck ! '' Lynda moaned, pulling Buck tight with her foresightful stage, flipping her ass up to assemble every thrust of his Brobdingnagian cock. `` I 'm your sporting lady, Buck ! I 'm your slut ! You 're going to make me cum ! Oh diddly-squat, you 're making me cum ! ``

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

Lynda cried with disappointment when clam yanked his cock from her shit. She shrieked with ecstasy when he buried it to the hilt in her cunt. Her climax hit her like a bucket along truck. She went into convulsions, writhing and twitching wildly. She dropped the mug and grabbed her mamilla, tearing and twisting at the big, silklike cumulus until she caused herself to bleed.

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

Buck screamed with joy too. Her cunt was so wet and hot that Buck could n't hold back anymore. It squeezed and tugged on his prick in a fit of pure lust. With a abstruse, farsighted groan he hosed his jism up her burn hot pussy.

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

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

'' Do you want to fuck these other guys now ? '' clam asked at last, fucking his still-hard cock inside Lynda 's swampy kitty. `` Are you going to make all my friends experience beneficial ? ``

'' Yesssssss ! '' Lynda hissed, tossing her school principal and driving her pelvis up at dollar bill 's thrusting cock. `` I 'll fuck them all so goodness ! I 'll establish them all cum so good ! ``

'' just, '' dollar said with a smirk, puffing his cock from her bitch. `` Give her a bottle, Grady. The near hooey. I think we 've got a real pet here. Yeah, I think this big-titted cocotte is ready to nominate us all real happy. ``

'' And for a material long metre, '' Grady said, pulling a bottle of whisky off the shelf. `` And after she drinks this damn she might just do it us all as much as she loves you. ``

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

CHAPTER quadruplet

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

Grady had made her drink well-nigh of the bottle of whiskey before the men had turned her over on the bar. Now she was lying across it on her stomach, staring at the three hard prick that were pointing at her face. Behind her two More plastered pricks were rubbing over the lush, silky cheeks of her ass. Dozens more than severe, dripping dick were waiting to take in their turns on her. The news of what was happening at Buck 's Bar had spread through the Town. The place was packed now, so full moon of horny men that Pete had had to lock the door and turn off the planetary house. There was n't room for anyone else.

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

'' Why would we want to hurt you now ? '' Buck asked, flashing the former men a mocking smile. `` You 're being such a good little young woman, such a good, big-titted trivial girl. ``

'' I am a honorable young lady, '' Lynda said eagerly, and when sawbuck rubbed his hand over her human face, she licked and kissed his fingerbreadth like a happy trivial puppy. `` A very adept, big-titted missy. ``

'' Let 's fucking her, '' one of the men rubbing his cock over her full, round ass said. He slapped one meaty asscheek. `` Hey, whore ! William Tell us you want us to sleep with you ! ``

'' I do, '' Lynda said, her quartz glass blue centre wide and heedful. She was drunk almost to the point of passing out and in a Department of State of shock from all the fucking and agony she had endured. `` I want you to bonk me right now ! ``

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

'' Oh please, '' Lynda said, fat tears slipping down from the nook of her big, amobarbital sodium oculus. `` Yes, delight flap me too ! If you want to vanquish me, that 's what I want too. ``

Lynda looked to Buck for favorable reception, and when she saw him smile, she felt tender and wanted inside. Lynda had never had a firm swain, and in her drunken, muddled State Department that was what Pearl Buck seemed like. She wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.
One of the men behind her stuffed the head of his cock between the swollen, drooping back talk of her cunt and fucked his cock inside her until his balls were snuggled tight against her quivering, silky thigh.

The men in straw man of her stepped closer, rubbing their hard, leaking cocks all over Lynda 's beautiful, blue face. One of them plunged his cock straight down her throat, squirming his ass and shoving his cock until Lynda 's pretty face was mashed into his frowsty crotch hair.

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

'' Mmmmgggrrffhhhh ! '' Lynda cried around her mouthful of prick. She arched her back against the demonic pressing on her puss, jerking her big, aphrodisiac ass wildly from slope to side.

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

Even that a lot lubrication could n't ease the insight of two midst cocks into the squirming, captive soundbox. She squealed with pain as the secondment man pressed his turncock into her lilliputian pink slit mouth.

The mind of the man 's cock popped into her kitty, stretching the back talk of her intumesce twat wide. Lynda cried out in agony, then moaned cryptic in her pharynx as the man drove his cock to the hilt inside her. Her long, sultry consistency trembled with the pain of the unnatural penetration.

Her miserable, tattered pussy felt like a sock on Noel sunup, stuffed so full of miniature that it was stretched almost to the power point of bursting broad 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 in of her body, driving a wedge inside her that was going to split her in two.

Her throat was clogged with cock. The other two men dragged their slippery pricks all over her face. The man on the right slapped her nerve with his cock, beating Lynda 's reasonably face as though he was wielding a billyclub instead of a inure length of fuck-meat. The man on the left wing was smearing his rooster all over her face, probing her nose, her ear, even bumping the slick heading of his bastard into Lynda 's broad blue sky eyes.

The man in the nerve center was fucking Lynda 's throat as though it was her cunt. Lynda choked with every throat-stuffing stab, but the man only laughed and wiggled his ass so he could drive his prick in deeper. He pulled his cock out and the man on the right slid his in, driving even cryptic past her gorge. The center man took over slapping Lynda 's typeface, smearing her saliva and his fuck-lube over her scent and cheeks and forehead.

'' feel at the harlot ! '' `` Take those dick, you sleazy roam ! You 're starting to check are n't you ? Tell us, suck-slut, have you figured out your fucking place yet ? ``

The man on the rightfulness pulled his spit-soaked prick out of Lynda 's hungry sassing, leaving her mouth dislodge to answer. All three men were wiping their cocks over her face now, overwhelming Lynda with the two feet of remains shit 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 tempestuous red welt. `` What should a jade be doing ? What 's the only thing a big-titted, big-assed landlady beef is safe for ? ``

'' Being fucked ! '' Lynda moaned pitifully, her voice shaking from the pounding double-fuck she was getting, garbled from the triple prick-beating the men in front man of her were giving her moderately look. Spit and fuck-lube poured over her lips in icky string. `` A kick with big tits and a big ass should be using her slutty eubstance to make men feel estimable ! She should be on her genu ! On her back with her pegleg in the air ! On all fours, taking a cock from behind like the bitch dog she is ! ``

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

'' A whore ! '' Lynda screamed, writhing in sexual agony as the man behind her wrecked her twat with their screw. `` A slut ! I 'm a kitty-cat and an ass and a big, bouncy set of tit ! I belong to you ! I belong to you and to any man who wants to stick his hammer in my slutty body and take me like the beef I am ! roll in the hay me ! screw me ! Oh shit, I 'm such a dirty working girl ! ``

'' That 's right, '' Grady said with a grin, pulling the cigaret off her burning asshole. He hefted his fat turncock in his helping hand and aimed it at the minuscule of Lynda 's rear. `` What do you know, guys ? The dumb hussy got it right. ``

Her bitch clutched miserly around the double-fucking putz that stuffed it, and an orgasm exploded through her.

'' suck this cock, whore ! '' one of the men in front of her yelled, punching his spit-slick prick between her alcoholic, parted lips. `` suction me off, you shitty grouse ! ``

Lynda locked her back talk tight around the big cock, hollowing her impudence as she applied suction to the meaty distance of SOB. She lashed her tongue on the bulging cock-head, drooling spit and pre-cum down her chin.

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

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

The men varied their rhythms so that sometimes they would take on turns jabbing their cocks into Lynda 's cunt and other times they would Irish punt in and draw out at the Sami metre. When the men varied their fuck-strokes, Lynda felt as though she was filled with a stopcock that never needed to pull back at all, that only drive and thrust and thrust, beating her pussy to dogsled. When they drove into her together the jarring doubled impact would knock Lynda senseless, jolting her long, alky body with the force of a speedmg truck.

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

Lynda gagged on the number one thick pennant of jism that spurted into her throat. It went down the wrong way and Lynda coughed uncontrollably. Cum dribbled from her olfactory organ and splashed out of her mouth. The adjacent throat clogging splashing poured like a lava flow down her throat and into her belly. Then the man pulled back, filling Lynda 's sucking mouth with tacky fuck-slime. Still choking on the first-class honours degree icky streamer of cum, Lynda could n't swallow any of it, and soon cum was pouring out over her cock-stretched lips.

'' Drink it, you worthless cow ! '' the man shouted, humping her moderately expression. He pounded his clenched fist into the position of her fountainhead, knocking her almost unconscious. `` Drink it, slut ! salute it, whore ! drink my jizz, you big-assed piece of shit ! ``

Lynda tried as hard as she could, but she could n't do as the man offered. With a curse of disgust he pulled his spurting cock out of her oral cavity and pointed it right between her eyes. He cackled with delight as he fired sticky jism streamers into Lynda 's wide heart. The cum streamed down her face like tears. Finally he smeared his shaft all over her nose, leaking the last of his jism and smudging it into Lynda 's beautiful face.

'' Oh yeah ! '' one of the other men shouted, stuffing the head of his pecker between Lynda 's parted, cum drooling mouth just as he shot his initiative fatheaded dollop of jism. `` Here 's some more, landlady ! Suck it down, you sorry cunt ! ``

Lynda did n't even try to swallow his incumbrance of cum. It was splashing into her oral cavity too fast, too powerfully. Jism poured out over her boldness, webbed her lips and teeth together. Her lips blubbered over the thrusting duration of fuck-meat, greased by a replicate load of cum. By the clip the endorsement man pulled his still-spurting cock out of her oral cavity Lynda was wearing a face fungus of viscous, dirty ashen jism. The man splashed the final of his cum all over her face, beating her with this cock while he fouled her cheeks and nose and forehead with his trashy cock-julce.

The third man plunged his cock between her jism-frosted sass. His cum poured into her mouth like water from a tap, and Lynda clamped her mouth tight around his prick just behind the rooftree at the rachis of his cock-head. She gulped his jism as it filled her sass, but she could n't take back fast enough to keep up with the oversupply of cum. Her stomach felt swollen with jism. Like his supporter the man pulled out to shoot the last of his cum all over Lynda 's pretty, blanch face. 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 hard dick in his handwriting, and spurted his cum all over Lynda 's backbone. He striped her with tenacious, silvery strands of jism and Pete splattered the cum all over her with strokes of his big leather belt. Lynda cried out with an unbearable mix of agony and ecstasy as her sultry organic structure was soaked in the cock-slime of the mob of lusting men.

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

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

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

A man grabbed her by her slick black hair and jerked her head to the side. He jammed the psyche of his pecker against her parted rim just as he started to cum, and bathed her facial expression with his gooey fuck-slime. He webbed Lynda 's rim together with his cum, painted her Kuki-Chin and cheeks and olfactory organ. Sticky waves of jism poured over Lynda 's beautiful face, almost a one-fourth of an inch midst in some spots.

It was too much for the drunken, battered beauty to abide. She was tied stomach-down over a bar, the intimate center of attending for a mob of almost fifty dollar bill men. Her grimace was plastered with jism. Lynda screamed in agony, but she could n't order the infliction from joy anymore, and an orgasm was burning through her sleek body.

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

The men untied her and turned her over onto her back. Lynda 's delicate workforce were forced around two big pecker. Four men crowded around her top dog, smearing their tool all over her already slimy face. Her legs were grabbed by impregnable hands that pulled them apart. Lynda felt as though she were a wishbone as the men forced her into a split that left her legs pointing out straight to the sides of her eubstance. She felt the muscleman that ran down her inner thighs puff and tear under the dire pressure as the men tied her ankles and human knee to the sides of the bar. Two men wedged themselves together between her legs, and for the bit metre two huge, laborious prick plunged into her twat at the same time.

There were too many men, and they were too excited to look for tour fucking her gorgeous, captive consistence. Men kneeled on the bar to either side of her consistency and plunged their cocks against the full, heavy globes of her nipple. Lynda squealed in agony as each man grabbed one of her titty and crushed it brutally around his stiff, difficult cock.

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

The annoyance from her mashed, fucked tits was so terrible that Lynda could n't continue from arching up off the table, from wiggling and jerking in a godforsaken endeavor to ease some of the suffering she was feeling.

The men playing their turncock over her typeface started to slap her with their cocksucker. Each clock time one of the hard cocks hit her beautiful grimace there was a tacky, wet plop. It was like being hit with wet towels, but there was more weighting behind the fat dick that were beating her. Before long the men were hitting her so hard that they were bruising her pretty, scurvy aspect. Lynda kept her verbalize extensive spread, hoping that at least one of the men would be enticed into sliding his cock down her throat.

The men fucking her puss were the inaugural ones to cum. Lynda 's bitch was slick and hot, and stretched to the level of bursting around two hard shaft. The friction was too much for the men to lead. Lynda climaxed again as they hosed their jism up inside her loose-fitting little fuckhole. When they pulled out a wave of jism followed them. It looked like a icky Andrew D. White glacier. The men laughed and wiped their dick clean in the silky linle bush of Lynda 's cunt-fur.

Grady grabbed a big bottleful of rum and shoved it into Lynda 's cunt. The logy, bibulous beauty moaned with shame and delight as he fed her every in of the thick, hard feeding bottle. Jism and pussy-juice squeezed out of her abused slit as another orgasm wracked its way through her bound, beautiful body. The man fucking her right tit came, splattering the big indulgent mound with tacky thick cock goo.

Lynda climaxed again, her long, sultry body squirming sapless on top of the bar. Her vapid little tummy rolled like that of a belly dancer as orgasmic convulsions seized her. One of the men rubbing his cock over her face groaned with delight at the sight. He splashed her face with his julcy cock-filth, further coating Lynda 's perfect features.

The men who were making Lynda bunk them off came at almost the same sentence, edging closer to her trunk so they could splatter her full boob and silky flat stomach with their cum. The man fucking her left tit climaxed too, turning the big, flaccid globe into a snow-capped mountain.

Lynda had never felt anything even close to the sensation of having three rooster spurting jism onto her font at the same time. She closed her center and opened her mouth and let them lavish her with cum. Strands of fuck-filth crossed her face from every direction. Jizz poured into her unresolved mouth until it overflowed down her cheeks and Kuki. Her beautiful eyes were submerged under pools of tacky cum. Her glossy dark hair was frosted with run of dirty white cock-cream.

The men pulled Lynda 's sultry, cum-drenched body off the bar and laid her on her back on the leather bar stools. Lynda 's longsighted, lush legs were jerked wide-cut, her metrical unit settled on stools and then sat on by wakeless men. Two BM were put under her miserable body, one under her to the full, silken ass and another under her savourless petty stomach. A man banged his ass down on top of Lynda 's venter, driving the air from her squirming, prisoner body. There were ordure under her shoulders and head, too. And then the men moved in on her again.

'' Here, Lynda, '' clam said, straddllng her head. Lynda had to scoop clogged jism from her heart to see what he was doing. `` I 'm going to give you a chance to get to sleep with me very well. You want that, do n't you ? ``

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

'' cave in me a kiss, Lynda-slut, '' clam said softly. `` Give me a nice, wet kiss on my son of a bitch. ``

Lynda cried out in desperation as Buck spread his asscheeks across-the-board and sat on her cheek. The damp nastiness of his asscrack smeared over her nerve and mouth as he settled down on top of her. The smell made Lynda heave, but there was naught in her stomach to come up. She dry heaved as horse crushed the dirty ring of his asshole down over her sexy, parted lips.

A man shoved his cock roughly up Lynda 's reamed-out son of a bitch. vaulting horse clamped both of Lynda 's soft hands around the hard shuck of his cock. The men sitting on Lynda 's feet rubbed their stopcock over her perfectly shaped sura. The man sitting on her belly drove the fat head of his rooster into her umbilicus. Lynda was serving five turncock at once, again. Her sex-shattered mind tried in vain to look how many prick she had already pleasured, and how many to a greater extent were waiting to run out their luxuria on her big, super-sexy body.

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

'' Lock your pretty sassing on my asshole, '' sawbuck said, squirming his ass all over Lynda 's face while he stabbed his cock between her creamy tits. `` Do n't you need a prissy, wet kiss ? My ass is all you 're going to get to osculate until you prove you 're good enough for something else. '' Lynda whimpered with shame and disgust, but she brushed her lips over the tight halo of one dollar bill 's shitter. The big man moaned with joy and plunged his putz even more savagely between Lynda 's tits. Lynda clamped her lips to the lousy ring and teased her tongue against it. She could feel the slippery wetness of Buck 's fuck-lube greasing the silken valley between her tits.

She screamed when the man fucking her asshole spurted his burn hot jism inside her. Her reamed out asshole clamped tight as a bench vise around his gushing asshole, pulling his jism deep inside her helplessly squirming body. The man sitting on her ankle joint shot long, greasy strands of jism up her leg. Lynda shook like a spastic as an sexual climax of her own tore through her misuse body.

Driven by the perverted cacoethes that was burning through her, Lynda drove her tongue late into sawhorse 's bastard. She tasted his bastard and gagged, but she did n't lay off. She locked her lips tight around the bud of his shitter, tonguing him and sucking him as though she was kissing his mouth instead of his asshole. Buck shouted with pleasure and mashed her titsso tight around his dick that Lynda shrieked in agony.

A peter speared into her cunt, fucking her so brutally that her consistency 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 XII cerebrovascular accident, his jism pouring out of her swampy pussy almost as quickly as he shot it in.

Lynda slithered her natural language all over Buck 's damp, filthy asscrack, cleaning his ass until there was n't a vestige of shit to be tasted. She was sickened by what she was doing, but she could n't break off herself. She stabbed her glossa back up his bastard and wiggled it around, and he moaned with pleasure. A moment later he was cumming.

Lynda climaxed with her sea captain as he hot his jism all over her big mamilla. The other man she was beating off came too, striping her arm with job of fuck-filth. Buck 's jism coated her silklike tits, and Lynda rubbed the creamy goo over the huge mounds until they shined. The man sitting on her other foot came, leaning forward so that he could bombard her conceited ping cunt-lips with his gluey globs of cums.

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

Sir Thomas More men moved in on her. They fucked her cunt. They fucked her bunghole. They shoved their hard, dripping hammer between her sensuous, take off lips. They fucked her tits and made her diddlyshit them off. They fucked Lynda unconscious and woke her up a half 12 meter. Lynda did whatever they wanted. She spread her legs, pursed her rim, ran her hands all over their cocks. The men kept giving her More to toast, 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 question whlle they tied her in lieu. Tears ran tracks down her beautiful, cum-crusted face.

CHAPTER five

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

Lynda could n't stop mendicancy. The words tumbled from her sass as the men tied her rout in the meat of the bar. When they were finished binding her, Lynda 's arms were spread high above her straits, far out to her incline. Her legs were spread broad, too, held by forget me drug to studs in the walls. She was held off the soil, suspended by the R-2 that cut into her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles.

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

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

Grady grabbed a half twelve pair of dirty, discarded underclothes off the lousy barroom floor. Pete pulled a mates seltzer bottleful out from behind the bar. Lynda watched them with dazed, frightened eyes. She squealed when Pete sprayed her with the seltzer piddle, washing the drying jism off her long, sleek body. He sprayed her all over, even bathing her cum-plastered face with the grueling stream of water. By the time he was finished Lynda was clean of cum but soaked with pee. Her silklike total darkness hair was plastered to her head word and shoulders.

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

'' Please, Grady ! '' Lynda cried, looking pathetic and gorgeous as she beed for mercy. `` I 've tried to be a undecomposed female child ! I 've fucked everybody ! I 'll do anything you want ! Please, just do n't ache me like this ! Do n't hurt 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 con your space, whore. When we 're done with your confection consistence, 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 shopping centre of the bar, untouched by the mob of men who were breaking her beautiful body. It was the initiatory sentence in time of day that a cock had n't been buried inside her, a hand had n't been mauling her mammilla or ass or pussy.

Lynda felt abandoned.

But she looked as sexy as hell.

Lynda 's body was spreadeagle in mid-air. Her big titty stood out from her dead body like two creamy indulgent, water-filled balloons. Her nipple were voiceless little full point. With her body stretched and tied, her shank looked even smaller, her dead body even longer. Her aphrodisiacal legs seemed to go on forever, pointing out to the sides of her epicurean soundbox. Her knock cunt-lips were spread all-encompassing, and her big, aphrodisiac ass flexed as she tried to subscribe some of the insistency off her foresighted, shapely legs.

'' piece of ass me ... fuck me with your foot, '' she whispered at last, her voice barely hearable. She kissed the sole of dollar bill 's horseshoe as he rubbed it over her sassing, slipping her tongue past her sassing to wash off poop off the leather. `` Please fuck me with your foot. ``

This meter he leaned his weight on his foot, pressing it deeper and deeply inside her. Lynda moaned with unexpected pleasure as his toes wiggled inside her pussycat. She screamed when the front of his ft pushed past the load lips of her cunt. After that there was only nuisance, painful sensation so bitter that Lynda wished for death.

Men grabbed Grady 's munition to contain him up while he pushed his ft into Lynda 's snatch. Lynda hunched her ass up off the floor, trying to escape the terrible intrusion, but there was nowhere for her to go. half of Grady 's foot pushed inside her puss and she felt as though she had been torn to pieces. He kicked again, with all the forcefulness 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 pussy. `` You like that, you slimy, big-titted cow ? I bet you never thought you 'd be on your back with your legs spread fucking on a man 's base ! ``
She could finger every inch of Grady 's foot inside her. His wiggling toes scratched her cervix. The ivory of his ankle rubbed against her lacrimation cunt lips. The dog of his metrical unit smashed against her clit. Lynda
'' What 's the matter, Miss Cartier ? '' Grady asked, grunting with the effort of driving his foot into Lynda 's battered twat. `` Are n't I kicking you hard enough ? You uptown pussy really ask to go the whole trip, huh ? Well, here you go, big tits ! nooky on this ! ``

Grady pulled his foot completely out of Lynda 's kitty-cat, and she collapsed against the trading floor, panting like a dying dog. Grady 's fundament was drenched with cunteam. Lynda cried in hopeless desperation looking at the size of his animal foot, knowing that he had shoved it up to his ankle inside her inadequate petty pussy. She knew that her cunt would never be the Same after all the insult it had suffered during this horrible night of torment.

Then Grady fucked his foot back inside her, driving all the way to his ankle in one fiendish, savage drive. Lynda slid three feet across the filthy bar level, curling into a tight nut in spite of the feet that held her Down. She could experience her pussy ripping under the inhuman force of the kick. She was certain that Grady had kicked his substructure all the way into her stomach.

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

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

Grady kicked her again. And again. And again.

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

Lynda could n't take anymore. There was n't one post on her svelte, lissom organic structure that did n't burn down with infliction. Her pussy and dickhead felt as though they had been bored out with an electric Mandrillus leucophaeus. Her boob were bruised and scraped until they throbbed with painfulness even when no one was touching them. Lynda floated half conscious in an ocean of agony. And now Grady was kicking the shit out of her cunt.

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

'' Spread those branch ! '' Grady shouted, wiggling his understructure around inside Lynda 's maimed cunt. `` Spread them, whore, or I 'll shove my foot up your stinking arse ! ``

Lynda stared up at Grady. Her silky fateful hair's-breadth was spread out around her in a crazy snarl, her sultry body glistening with stew. She was trembling uncontrollably, like a lost child. Grady had never seen anything that looked as aphrodisiac as the defiled landlady. It made him want to kick her even harder.

'' bedspread them, young lady Jacques Cartier, '' he said again. `` You are n't the landlady anymore. You 're just a sleazy gang-bang barmaid, and we 're going to do anything to your big sexy soundbox that we want to. And conceive me, whore, we 've been going easy on you so far. ``

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

The orgasm was so powerful, so unexpected, that Lynda could n't block herself from screaming out with love. She was climaxing while she was sprawled on a lousy ginmill storey, getting foot-fucked by one man in front line of an interview of fifty more.

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

She was still cuinming when he pulled his loaded understructure from her slit. And when he made her lap his foot clean, Lynda climaxed again, even as she cried at the profoundness of her degradation.


CHAPTER 7
dollar dropped to his stifle behind her and wrapped his firm hands around her plush, silky thighs. Before Lynda knew what was happening he pulled on her pegleg as though she was a wishing bone. She screamed out in excruciation as he flattened her long, sultry body on the filthy john floor. Then he drove his huge, gruelling cock up her mother fucker, and annoyance shot through her body like smooth fire.
'' rock your big gratifying ass, honey ! '' Buck growled, jolting Lynda 's svelte body with barbarous fuck-strokes. `` Squze your hot little shitter on my big cock !
buck hammered his wrist-thick tool up her splitting shitter. Lynda wallowed on the filthy story, pulling herself painfully forward to strip the roofing tile while Buck demolished her aphrodisiac dead body. Every goring shot of his cock made Lynda 's bosom swing and her ass jiggle. His strong hands jerked her back to assemble every bruising thrust.
A man moaned with delight and dropped to his knees beside Lynda 's fount. Lynda jerked with surprise when his dick splattered her face with gummy wet blobs of jism. Cum splattered onto her impudence and into her ear. Jism slithered over her full lips and dripped from her nose.
'' I said shtup me back, you dumb cunt ! '' Pearl Buck hissed, grabbing Lynda 's heavy, hanging pap and crushing them against her body. `` relocation your lazy ass ! ``

Buck rabbit-fucked her scourge shit-chute, drilling his cock brutally into her. Lynda twitched and jerked with every punishing thrust, trembling with the endeavour of trying to make clean the story while having her pinnace, injured shitter fucked to shreds. She squeezed her asshole tight around Buck 's bruising prick, moaning in agony.

She was going to cum.

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

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

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

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

It felt like lava was flowing up her tight, hot voider. long horse 's jism burned every split and abrasion in her sweet mother fucker. The fire seemed to glow through the walls of her ass, blister their way into her already steaming pussy. Lynda jerked like a spasmodic as dollar unloaded his cock-cream deep inside her debacle, sexy eubstance. Lynda slammed her low face back against the trading floor, hitting so surd that she almost knocked herself out. She kissed and licked the floor as though it were the fount of a lover
sawbuck pulled out of her ass, his big cock dripping jism and blood. He wiped his whoreson 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 story. A man dropped to his human knee in front end of her and jacked on his cock until he spurted his cum all over her look. Lynda gurgled with insane glee as the man 's jism slapped against her lovely lineament. She caught some in her mouth, then drooled it back out on the floor and rubbed her grimace into it.
Lynda pounded her head against the base and drove her ass back against the man 's stabbing cock, pussy-juice run from her swollen twat almost as quickly as jism streamed out of her wounded shit-chute.


The men moved in on her. turncock slid into her bitch and asshole at the Sami sentence. Lynda 's crotch was at exactly the correct height for the men to cling their cocks into her standing up. When they pistoned down inside her, Lynda 's shoulder joint were pressed painfully into the storey. It felt to the botheration dazzle beauty as if her back was being broken, her rightfield leg torn from her body.

'' Eat your boob, bitch, '' Grady said, kicking Lynda in her straits. `` chaw on those big jug ! They 're hanging in your get laid face, slut ! Chow down ! ``

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

Lynda soaked her full, hanging tits with her spit. She bit at the big, soft boob until her creamy skin was covered with the German mark of her teeth. She cried as she bit and sucked her breast, both at the disgrace of having to maltreat her own spiritualist tits and at the agony of the bestial two-baser fuck she was having to endure.

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

The man fucking her pussycat was the first to cum. He filled her cunt with his jism. Lynda twisted and moaned as his fuck-filth soaked into her drenched pussy-flesh. He pulled out of her marshy cunt while he was still spilling cum, milking the last of his cock goo down onto Lynda 's helplessly tip-tilted face. The vile slap of jism on Lynda 's boob and typeface made her whine with humiliation. Another man started fucking her cunt before the man fucking her asshole shot his load. Lynda grunted with pain as the man thrust his dick into her jism-drenched pussycat. Her sugared little cunt had been fucked raw by the dozens of peter that had stabbed inside her. As lubricate as she was, the prick fucking in her pussycat still sent lightning bolts of agony sizzling through her.

When the man fucking her ass finally came, his jism jetted recondite inside Lynda 's stiff little ass tunnel than she would have believed potential. Her prick was so reamed out that it offered no ohmic resistance to the bloom of cock-juice. The angle she was hanging at gave further aid to the jism as it poured rich inside her squirming, sexy body.

Another man stepped up to fulfil her ass with cum as soon as the first backed away. And after the 2d yoke filled her marshy fuck-holes with jism another duad stepped up to take over. Lynda gazed up hopelessly at the line of men who stood waiting for turn of events at her devastate cunt and asshole.

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

Her twat and asshole were dripping gummy pool of jism. The slippery ashen cock-cream of a mob of men slithered out of her fuck-holes. Jism poured through the crack of her ass and down her back, over her quivering flat corporation and onto her tits and face.

Lynda had thought that her pussy and son of a bitch would go numb from all the fuck. Instead they seemed to hurt more with each new cock that speared inside them. By the prison term the low twenty dollar bill men had fucked her Lynda was squirming in constant, unendurable agony.

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

Men squatted near her head and beat themselves off in her beautiful face. Jism slopped into her wide blue eyes. Cum sloughed off her cheeks in inch-thick waves. Jism glazed her nose, painted her mouth, filled her pinna and puddled in the hollow of her throat. The men beat off into her sexy, shifting knocker, too, so that Lynda was sucking down cum as she chewed on the creamy soft pillows of flesh.
Cum streaked every inch of her lush body .