"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.