Chapter 2

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 lightning 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 tongues 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 table 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 hurt 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, but the lubrication it was providing was far too little, far too late. Every tearing slice of 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 ever 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 realization 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 realizing 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 hips, 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 only 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 are 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 miserable 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. “Nhhaaaaoowww! 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 backhanding her across the other. “Stop staring at me like that, bitch! What the fuck did we do, fuck you stupid? Somebody blindfold this big-titted 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 squealing 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 Orady 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, though 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.