Barmaid in bondage

CHAPTER TWO

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

"That's it, cunt!" Buck growled, squeezing her full, round tits until her creamy flesh bulged out between his fingers. "Such a tight little cunt! Shake your big ass for me, Lynda! Shake it real good!"

Buck's cock was soaked with Lynda's blood as he stabbed it back and forth through the torn mouth of her cunt. Lynda trembled on the pool table, shivering at the lightening bolts of pain that shot through her cunt with every thrust of Buck's cock. Her big blue eyes rolled and a single, shimmering strand of spit drooled from the corner of her mouth as she passed out from the pain.

"Wake the whore up!" Buck shouted as the gorgeous landlady's long, lush body went limp beneath him.

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

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

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

"Now shake your slutty ass, whore!" Buck growled, releasing his holds on her big aching tits and grabbing her plush hips. 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 fuck you again!"

Lynda couldn't hold back her cry of terror. She remembered the belt whipping against her gorgeous face and knew that Buck would love nothing more than to get a chance to carry out his terrible threat. It hurts horribly, but the next time Buck shoved his foot-long cock 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. "Shake your ass, you sweet whore! Clamp your scummy pussy on my big cock!"

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

"Tell me you love it," Buck said, leaning over her sleek, sultry body and washing his tongue over her face.

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

Something terrible was happening inside her. It had started out feeling like a rug burn on the tender nubbin of her clit. Now it was growing hotter, more intense, like nothing she had never felt before. Lynda recognized the sensation as pleasure, wrung from her unwilling pussy by the unbearable friction of Buck's huge cock on her sensitive clit. The reallzation that she could be feeling pleasure in the middle of this brutal assault almost unhinged the lovely landlady's mind.

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

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

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

"No, Buck!" Lynda cried pitifully, staring up at the big man with wide, frightened eyes. "Don't cum inside me! Please, please, please, please, don't shoot your stuff in my pussy! Oh, please!"

"Drown on it!" Buck shouted cruelly, skewering her torn pussy as his cock spurted jism. "Maybe we can make a fucking baby slut to carry on the family 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 feel it, a heavy, wet weight deep inside her, burning and slushy and slowly soaking into her poor little pussy. It was as though by shooting his jism inside her Buck had somehow polluted her beyond hope of redemption.

"Just like a dog pissing on a tree," Buck said as if he'd read her mind while he shot the last of his jism into her fouled little cunt. "You're my piece of ass now, Lynda. Of course, there's a lot more dogs in this kennel. You'll be getting pissed on a lot before the night's through."

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

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

"Take a look," Buck said, stepping around the end of the table and holding his cock over Lynda's head. Drops of blood and strands of sticky fuck-juice dripped onto Lynda's face. "Looks good, doesn't it? Good enough to eat. Lick my cock, Lynda. Lick it clean of all your nasty pussy-slime." Buck slapped her face with his dripping cock, smearing her lovely features with blood, jism and pussy-cream. Lynda gagged as Buck rubbed the foul mix of sex slime onto her cheeks, nose and forehead. He ran his dirty cock over her lips until she wore a coat of sticky red lipstick.

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

"Nhhhh!" Lynda moaned in disgust and shame as Buck wiped his filthy cock clean on her pretty tongue. The taste was so foul that she couldn't keep from gagging. "Nh-ugh! Ugh! Oh, please! Ugh!"

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

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

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

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

Grady grabbed Lynda's full 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 shock, her mouth hanging slack. Her long, lush body jerked with spasms as Grady's cock pounded her into the pool table.

"Stop staring at me, cunt!" Grady shouted, slapping Lynda across one cheek, then back handing her across the other. "Stop staring at me like that, bitch! What the fuck did we do, fuck you stupid? Somebody blindfold this bigtitted cow before I kill her!" Grady whipped Lynda's face with his big hand, knocking her head brutally from one side to the other. Lynda's nose started bleeding again and her lip split at one corner, but she barely reacted to the brutal blows.

Pete stepped up with two lemon halves in his hands and squeezed them right in Lynda's eyes. The tall, gorgeous landlady shrieked in sudden agony as the juice blinded her. She wallowed on the pool table in bitter agony, jerking and thrashing in a maddened attempt to escape the burning drip of the lemon juice.

"Stings a little, doesn't it, cunt?" Pete asked cheerfully, using his fingers to pull Lynda's eyes back open and squeenng more lemon juice down into them. "This'll teach you to do what we fucking tell you! You're one fucking slow learner!"

Lynda babbled incoherently, spouting frenzied gibberish as Pete filled her wide, blue eyes with the burning lemon juice. She twisted and writhed on the green felt of the pool table, her sensual, thrashing body trembling with pain and jolted by every shattering fuck-thrust Grady dealt her. He moaned with pleasure at the way Lynda's sleek, twisting body was dancing around on his hard prick.

"No more, Pete!" Lynda whimpered, whip ping her head frantically from side to side. Pete followed her with the lemons, giggling cruelly while he splashed her pretty eyes with the lemon juice. "No more, Pete! No more, Pete! Please, please, please! I can't see already! I can't look at Grady!"

"Here," Pete said with a sneer, levering Lynda's jaws open with one strong hand and dripping the squeezed halves of lemon into her helplessly waiting mouth. "Chew them up and swallow them down, cunt."

Lynda chewed eagerly on the lemons, not caring about the tough rinds or their bitter taste.

After she gulped them down Pete slapped her cheek so hard that it almost knocked her out.

"Such a good job," he whispered mockingly. "Now shake your big ass. Fuck Grady real good and I won't burn your pretty blue eyes anymore."

Lynda whimpered in terror and hunched her ass up off the table to meet Grady's pounding cock-thrusts. She whipped her hips from side to side, wringing the big prick with her hot pussy. She worked her cunt on his cock like a velvet gloved hand, trying to ignore the agony that burned through her tiny, tattered fuck-hole.

"Yeah," Grady said, locking his strong hands around Lynda's lush hips and jerking her back and forth on his ruining cock. "I'm going to cum, Miss Cartier. I'm going to soak your pussy with some working-class jizz!"

"No," Lynda whimpered weakly as Grady's first blast of cum splattered deep inside her already marshy cunt. "Not again. No… no, not another time!"

"A lot of times," Pete said, slapping the beautiful landlady across the bridge of her nose with his long, hard cock. "So many times that by the time we're done with you you'll just be one big gooey mound of jism."

Lynda still couldn't see because of the burning lemon juice Pete had dripped in her eyes, but she knew what it was that was slapping her across the face. She could also feel the firehose splash of Grady's tacky cock-slime in her battered little cunt. Each new spurt slapped into her like a separate line of fire, and as it soaked into her pussy flesh its heat seemed to fill every inch of her long, lush body. Lynda jerked and wiggled, but her cunt stayed spitted on Grady's foot long, fountaining cock.

"That was a nice, sleazy fuck, Miss Cartier," Grady said, pulling his cock from her cunt and squeezing out the last of his cum onto her silky cunt-hair. "Why, somebody who didn't know better would think you were nothing but a sexy whore down here to take on the guys for a hundred bucks."

"Please, no more!" Lynda sobbed. Every inch of her sensual, sultry body burned with pain. Her cunt felt like so much raw hamburger. "I can't anymore! It hurts too bad!"

"Open your mouth, Miss Cartier," Grady said, stepping around the side of the table.

Pete took his place between the sprawled beauty's outstretched legs. "I want to give you a big wet kiss. To thank you for being such a sweet little piece of ass."

Lynda still couldn't see. She parted her moist lips as soon as Grady told her to, broken to the fact that she had to obey whatever orders Buck and his mob of customers gave her. A moment later Grady pushed the fat, sloppy head of his cock right into her open mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pete was fucking his cock up her virgin asshole.

"You like this, you big-titted cow?" Pete growled, spreading Lynda's creamy asscheeks wide and pushing his huge cock against the tiny pore of her shitter. "You've got such a big sweet ass that I just couldn't resist sticking my cock up it." Lynda's sleek, sultry body froze on the pool table. She arched her ass high above the green felt, every well toned muscle in her athletic frame tensing hard as steel cable. The press of Pete's huge cock against her tiny asshole hurt worse 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 couple times before he stepped back away from her. Once Grady was gone Lynda stared at Pete in horror and disbelief. His cock was so huge. And she had never imagined having a cock of any size fucked into her tiny, tender asshole.

"No!" she gasped, her beautiful face going white as Pete's massive cock-head pushed against the tight outer ring 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. "Fuck you right up the ass. And if you keep fighting it, I'm just going to tear you up real bad."

Lynda couldn't stop fighting him. The muscles that ringed her asshole locked tighter than they ever had before, trying desperately to block the passage of Pete's cock inside her. The strain of holding his cock out made her break into a clammy sweat. It caused her to shiver uncontrollably. It felt as though she was freezing and burning up at the same time.

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

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

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

There was a loud pop. Lynda felt her muscles relax, then draw tight again as they stretched as wide as they could. Pete leaned in harder and the muscles tore. Then Pete's massive cock-head was inside her, filling her until she felt the need to shit as she never had before. Lynda couldn't draw a breath with the massive ball of flesh buried inside her asshole. She jerked and bucked around even under the restraining hands of a dozen strong men. The pain tore her and burned her at the same 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 head of Pete's cock. The pink ring of her asshole was spread rubberband tight around the wrist-thick shaft. A tiny trickle of blood ran down from the over-stretched pore and ran down the velvety crack of Lynda's ass.

"Hurts real good, doesn't it?" Pete hissed in Lynda's ear. "And that's just the head, you stuck-up piece of shit cunt! Now you're going to get to gobble every fucking inch!"

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

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

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

Lynda cried out in shock and disgust as the greasy lines of cock-slime slappeddown onto her creamy skin. They looked like slug tracks running over the rounded pillows of her tits. "Here it comes, whore!" Pete screamed, locking his strong hands around Lynda's tiny waist and impaling her on his massive cock. "I'm going to fill up your filthy little asshole with my sweet cum. I'm going to pump you so full of jizz that it'll be running out your ears!"

Grady pulled the bottle out of Lynda's mouth. The alcohol was burning a straight path to her empty stomach, making her head swim. Her poor, punctured asshole felt like an open wound, Pete's cock like a knife that kept plunging into the same spot over and over again. The cheeks of her ass didn't feel as if they were connected anymore. The whole center of her long, lean body felt as if it had been hollowed out to make room for Pete's thrusting prick.

"Pete!" she whimpered softly. "Oh, Pete! Oh, Pete!"

"Oh Pete what?" Grady asked with a sneer, pouring whiskey all over Lynda's flushed, beautiful face, then licking it away with wet strokes of his thick tongue. "Oh Pete, fuck my ass until I can't stand up? Oh Pete, shoot my slutty body so full of cum that I slosh when I walk? Talk to us, Miss Cartier!"

Lynda didn't understand what was happening to her. Her asshole had been torn to ribbons. The pain from the brutal ass-rape was running all the way up into her shoulders, all the way down her long, lush legs. She'd been raped and beaten and humiliated in every degraded fashion possible.

"Fuck my ass, Pete!" she sobbed, thinking that it must be the alcohol and the shock that was doing this shameful thing to her. "Fill my whorish ass with cum! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Fuck you, tramp!" Pete hissed back. "I'm cumming!"

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

Lynda collapsed back against the pool table as Pete stepped around its edge. She felt as though Pete had fucked every last bit of life out of her. She was too tired and hurt to move a muscle. The booze created fog that surrounded her only made things worse. When Pete laid his still-hard cock 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 couldn't do it. Nothing could be worse than having to lick her own shit off Pete's filthy, bloody cock. "I won't let you. I won't. You can do anything with me you want to, but not that. Please not that."

"Okay," Pete said with an easy grin. "Give her another drink, Grady. Shit, the sexy little slut's had a pretty hard night. She deserves it."

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

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

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

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

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

"Suck me," Pete said. "I want to cum again, Lynda, right in your pretty mouth."

Lynda stared up at Pete in horror, but she did as he told her. The booze they had made her drink had robbed her of the last of her willpower. Three cocks were working on her voluptuous body at the same time. The cocks that were rubbing over her tits were dribbling fuck-lube all over her silky skin. Pete's cock was clean from its fucking of her asshole, but it was already leaking slippery strands of pre-cum into her waiting mouth. Before long lines of her spit and his fuck-lube were dribbling from the corners of her lips, striping her pretty cheeks.

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

"The bitch is getting into it," one of the men fucking her tits said, driving his cock into the silky mound of her right tit until most of his cock 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 fuck you real good."

"Nhhhhhh!" Lynda groaned around her mouthful of cock as Buck poked the tip of the pool cue between the swollen lips of her baflered pussy. "Nhhhhhh!"

Buck shoved the pool cue deep inside her.

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

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

She also thought that she was going to cum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lynda was cumming.

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

Buck drove almost two feet of the long, slender pool cue into her writhing body. He was plugging her cervix with every plunge, stretching her cunt so far out of shape that the deranged beauty didn't think it would ever be the same again.

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

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