Buck saw the look of resolve in the eyes of the beautiful, bitchy landlady. It made him smile. The dumb, sexy cunt was so used to getting her way that she didn't understand the situation. He could go on whippng her forever. If he got tired there were other guys who would be ready to take over for him.
By the time Buck had hit her a hundred times the front of Lynda's svelte, stacked body was painted an almost solid shade of red. Her slender arms, her long, shapely legs and especially the shuddering plain of her stomach and mountains of her tits had been thoroughly beaten. Lynda cried pitifully, writhing slowly against the green felt of the table. Each lash of the belt felt to her as thouii it would be the one to break her. Buck was dripping sweat and precum in almost equal measure. He had never been as excited in his life as he was whipping the shit out of his landlady.
He slapped the belt down across her face and watched her cheek and chin turn red. "Noooooo!" Lynda howled as her face caught fire and her right eye filled with tears. She turned her face to the side, trying to protect her injured cheek from any further punishment. "Ohhhhhh!"
Buck whipped the other side of her face.
"Maybe the problem is that you think you're too fucking beautiful to be fucked," Buck said with an evil grin, bringing the belt whistling down against Lynda's face again. "I think I can take care of that."
"Noooo! Oh, please, no, no!" Lynda whimpered. The thought of being disfigured, of having her pretty face ruined, was too much for her. "Please fuck me, Buck! You win! I can't take any more! I want you to fuck me, Buck! I want you to stick your big cock all the way into my little pussy!"
Buck lashed his belt against her face again.
"Nooooooo!" Lynda screamed in pain and terror. "Please fuck me! Please don't hurt me bad! I'll-I'll do anything you want! I really will!"
"Listen to her now!" Grady shouted, then poured his beer all over Lynda's sexy, squirming body. "She don't sound like a rich-bitch landlady now, does she? Sounds more like all the other sleazy whores we've dragged in here."
"Tie her," Buck said, dropping his belt on the floor. "It's time I found out what this dumb cow knows about the only thing that matters for a whore like her. How to fucking please a man when he sticks her with his cock."
In an instant strong hands pulled Lynda back down on the table until her lush, creamy ass was hanging off one edge. Men on either side wrenched her long, lean legs painfully apart, hooking her knees over the corners of the table.
More ragged strips from her shredded dress were gathered up, and in moments Lynda's legs were tied to the table at her knees and ankles. Her cunt was spread obscenely wide by the position, her tiny asshole put on display. Her bound hands were still crushed cruelly beneath her.
Then Buck stepped between her legs and slapped his huge cock against the lips of her tight, dry pussy, and she screamed in terror.
"Let's see how fucking far you'll stretch, Miss Cartier," Buck said in a mocking tone, then slotted the huge head of his cock against the tight pink lips of her cunt. "You should have been getting these for years, bitch. But I guess you'll make up for a lot of them before you get out of here."
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Lynda screamed as Buck started to push his massive cock against the tiny mouth of her cunt. "Slow, please slow, please slow!"
"No, big-tits," Pete said with a sneer. "Fast."
The lips of Lynda's pussy spread wide against the advance of Buck's gigantic prick. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the tiny mouth, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.
Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the thin folds of flesh stretching past the point of their endurance. She tried to wiggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the table. Then Buck punched his hips forward again, and she could feel herself tearing, feel Buck's cock sliding inside her.
"Yeeooowww!" Pete shouted. "You split her wide, Buck!"
"Oh, oh, oh," Lynda muttered weakly, certain that her pussy had been ruined forever, suspecting that she was being raped to death on the fleshy, foot-long spear of Buck's cock.
Lynda's cunt-lips were spread wide around the inhuman girth of Buck's long cock. Tiny trickles of blood ran from the spots where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased Buck's prick, making it easier for him to slide the rest of his cock inside her.
There was nothing in the world that could have made the brutal rape any easier for Lynda.
Lynda couldn't draw a breath as Buck slid his monstrous cock deep inside her pussy. She could feel the tiny pocket of her cunt stretching in a hopeless attempt to accept the fat, twelve-inch prick Buck was fucking inside her.
Every fold in her tiny cunt straightened, every nook or cranny disappeared. It wasn't nearly enough. Four inches of Buck's cock were still outside her cunt when the bruising head pounded against her cervix. "Bitch!" he hissed down into her face, drawing back out. "Worthless, big-titted, big-assed cow! You're going to take it all, whore! You're going to take very fucking inch even if it kills you!"
Lynda pleaded helplessly, wildly, but the men only laughed at her begging. Buck's cock felt like a rough-barked tree inside her dry cunt. When he pulled out her stretched-tight pussy clung to him like a rubber glove on a sweaty hand. It was as though Buck's cock was a plunger, and it was pulling her cunt right out of her body. Then, when only the head of his mammoth prick was still inside her, he fucked back in.
Lynda slammed her head against the table, the pain in her cunt so intense that it seemed to fill every nerve in her body. Two more inches of Buck's cock slid inside her this time. Lynda could feel something deep inside her tear, and when Buck leaned his weight forward the last two inches pushed in too.
Lynda whimpered at the slap of Buck's heavy balls against the curve of her ass. She knew that he was ruining her forever with his awful, freakish cock.
"You did it, bitch!" a man shouted, grabbing one of Lynda's tits and wringing it as though it were a big sponge. "You'retakinga foot of cock up your dirty little cunt!"
"Bitch!" Buck gasped, grabbing both of Lynda's huge, creamy tits in his hands and crushing them flat against her sleek, sexy body. "Fuck me back now, Lynda – whore! Squeeze your cunt on my cock! Shake your big, sexy ass! Now, landlady! Now!"
Buck closed his fists into claws on her silky tits, then yanked the fleshy mounds to the sides with such force that Lynda was sure he was tearing them from her body. Her firm ass shot up off the table, and her savaged cunt clamped tight around Buck's cock.
It was pure self-preservation that moved the sexy, captive landlady. Tears poured down her pretty face as she fucked back against Buck's pulverizing prick.
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.