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.
CHAPTER THREE
They untied Lynda and made her walk over to the bar. Lynda's long, shapely legs felt like rubber. She weaved drunkenly in the midst of the crowd of men. They made things even harder on her by grabbing her, pinching her tits, slapping her ass, fucking fingers into her reamed-out cunt and asshole.
Lynda felt like something less than human as she stumbled toward the bar. She was naked, her luscious body on display for the men who surrounded her. She was dripping jism and pussy-cream and blood down her creamy thighs. And every man in the bar was pawing her perfectly proportioned body, 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 table earlier. This time, though, her head was hanging off one side of the bar and her ass was hanging off the other.
Her long sexy legs dangled toward the floor, the spikes of her heels barely brushing the hardwood surface. Men stretched Lynda's arms out to her sides and tied her wrists to the edges of the bar. Lynda whimpered in anguish as the men tugged her arms out painfully wide. The men left her legs free, joking with each other about how they wanted her able to wrap those long, meaty legs around their asses while they fucked her.
When they finished with her, Lynda was sprawled across the bar, looking like a sexy meal ready to be devoured. She cried out in pain, both from the way her arms were pulled wide and bound and from the way only a tiny portion of her back had to support all her weight.
"Please!" Lynda cried, as hands crushed her tits, probed her cunt and asshole, and stroked and pinched every inch of her creamy body. "Don't hurt me anymore! I'll do – I'll do anything you want! You can do whatever you want to me, but please don't hurt me bad! Please don't ruin me!"
"Ruin you?" Buck roared. "You've been ruined your whole fucking life! You want to see ruined, Lynda? Fuck, ifwe wanted to ruin you we might do something like this!"
Lynda screamed when Buck picked up the book of matches. He struck one, then lowered the flame slowly toward one of Lynda's stiff, pink nipples.
When she felt the searing heat on the sensitive nubbin of flesh Lynda cried in terror. Just before he touched it to her skin Buck blew it out. Then he pressed the still-hot match head right against the tip of Lynda's nipple.
The pain was awful. Lynda flopped around wildly on the bar, kicking out with her long, meaty legs, dragging her sexy body first to one side and then the other until her wrists were bleeding where the cords wrapped around them. When Buck tossed the match away, Lynda expected her nipple to be burned black, but it was only slightly reddened.
"We better put that out," Grady said, pouring half a bottle of some sticky red liquor all over her injured tit. As soon as he did a dozen mouths descended on the big soft mound, licking and sucking away the booze.
"Somebody stick a cock in sweet little Miss Cartier and take 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 cock into her cunt. 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 real woman. The man's cock was no more than seven inches long, but Lynda's cunt was so battered and swollen that it felt like it was two feet long.
"Please stop!" she moaned, staring up at Buck, her big blue eyes miserable and pleading. "You're killing me! You're ruining me forever!"
Buck lit another match, shook it out, then tossed it onto the shuddering little hollow of Lynda's stomach.
Lynda shrieked in agony, arching her long, sexy body up off the bar. The man fucking her groaned with pleasure as she whipped her hips from side to side in a hopeless, vain attempt to throw the smoldering match off her silky skin. He wrapped his big hands around her satiny hips and pounded his cock into her brutally, almost knocking her off the bar. Buck lit another match and touched this one to a cigarette before he tossed it onto Lynda's sleek, writhing body.
All around Lynda men were striking matches and lighting cigarettes. They looked like tiny branding irons glowing in the dark of the bar. Still-hot matches rained down on Lynda.