Chapter 3

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. The 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, if we 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 quickly 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.

She screamed in pain and panic as matches landed on her heaving tits, her flat little tummy, in the hollow of her slender white throat. A match landed in her curly cunt-bush, sizzling her pussy-hair before it cooled down. A match landed on her forehead, and another fell between her parted lips, burning her tongue.

“Swallow it!” Buck shouted, puffing on his cigarette until it glowed fiery red. He started to bring the cigarette down toward her tits. “Swallow that match like a good whore, landlady!”

“Oh, please!” Lynda cried. “Oh, please! Oh, no! No! No! Please! I’ll do it!”

Lynda swallowed the match an instant too late. Her world exploded in burning agony as Buck touched the tip of his burning cigarette to her stiff nipple. He barely brushed the burning ember to her super-sensitive nipple, but that was enough to fill the lean, sexy captive with exquisite agony. Lynda bucked high off the table, driving her hips against the man who was fucking her.

Every muscle in her long, lean body tensed with the agony of having the cigarette touched to her tender nipple. When her cunt clenched tight around the man’s cock, he groaned and filled her cunt with cum. The cool rush of jism into her injured pussy was like a salve to Lynda. Her scream of pain turned into a coo of relief, and she locked her long, lush legs tight around the man’s pistoning ass. Her big, creamy ass bucked high off the table, meeting every savage thrust of his spurting cock into her pussy. Their bodies made wet, sweaty slapping sounds as they collided.

“That’s it, you fancy slut,” Pete said, puffing on his own cigarette. “You keep moving that ass just the way you are now!”

Pete dragged his cigarette right down the center of Lynda’s silky, creamy tanned stomach. He paused for just an instant when he reached the sexy little hollow of her navel, pushing down just enough to send Lynda spinning down into a deep, dark pit of agony. She screamed even louder than before, flinging herself around on the bar like a madwoman.

“I’ll bet Miss Cartier didn’t think she had enough energy left to shake her ass like that,” Grady said, flicking ashes from his cigarette into Lynda’s open mouth. “Here, tits, let me show you how we really want you shaking that big, sexy ass!”

The man who had fucked her was pulling away, wiping his slimy cock clean on Lynda’s creamy thigh before he left her. Before the next man stepped up, Grady ran his cigarette down one side of Lynda’s pink pussy-lips and up the other. Then he jabbed it quickly right into the center of her gaping, dripping cunt.

“Please, please, please!” Lynda shrieked, thrashing around on the bar as though she was suffering some kind of fit. “Anything! I’ll do anything! I’ll give you anything! Please!”

“Anything?” Buck asked, a thoughtful smile on his face. “All right, Lynda. What I want you to do is drink my piss. You willing to do that?”

“Oh please!” Lynda sobbed, tears streaming down her beautiful face. “Oh please, Buck! Please don’t make me!”

“Your choice,” Buck said with a shrug and dragged his cigarette up Lynda’s left side until he nestled it in her soft, sensitive armpit.

Lynda screamed in agony. A cold, clammy sweat had broken out on her creamy, tanned body, and she was shivering uncontrollably. She realized now that the men knew how to use the cigarettes so that they didn’t do any lasting damage. Somehow, that was the most frightening thing of all. It meant they could go on torturing her forever.

While Buck dragged his cigarette up out of her armpit, over her shoulder, and toward her slender white throat, several men grabbed Lynda by her legs and wrenched her onto her side. Lynda’s arms felt as though they were going to be pulled from their sockets by the horrible position the men had forced her into. Her upper torso was still pulled flat by the tight ropes that circled her wrists, but her tiny waist was cruelly twisted, and her right hip was pressing against the edge of the bar. A man grabbed her left leg and jerked it up until Lynda squirmed in pain.

“Now you’re going to get it, slut!” the man growled, hooking her leg over his shoulder and slapping his fat cock against the swollen pink lips of Lynda’s pussy. “I’ll bet you’ve never had cock stuffed in both your dirty holes at the same time, have you?”

“Answer him, whore!” another man shouted, sliding the head of his cock into the tight crack of Lynda’s ass. He dragged the cigarette he was holding across the back of Lynda’s knee, making her howl in agony. “Have you ever had both your scummy holes fucked at the same time?”

“No,” Lynda whispered, her voice shaking badly as the man traced his cigarette up and down the back of her calf. “No, I’ve never had—never had both my scummy little holes fucked at the same time. Oh, please, no, please, no! I can’t take anymore!”

“Oh, you’ll be surprised just how much more you can take,” Buck said. “Ready to drink some piss now? All you have to do is say yes.”

Lynda whimpered like a baby. Her booze-dulled, pain-blasted mind was hardly even able to make sense of what Buck was saying to her. But she knew that she couldn’t agree to drink Buck’s piss.

Buck dropped his old cigarette right into her open mouth. There was a moment of burning on her tongue before her spit put out the cigarette. Buck grabbed her by a handful of her silky black hair and jerked her head up until her chin was pressed against her big tits, then poked the burning tip of another cigarette against one of her nipples and then the other. Lynda screamed again, her mouth filled with the sooty taste of the cigarette he had dropped there.

“Swallow that cigarette, Lynda,” Buck said quietly, “or I put this one out on one of these big, pretty nipples.”

At that moment, the man in front of her fucked his fat cock into her pussy. Lynda grunted with pain at the penetration. When the man behind her forced his hard cock up her tiny shit-chute, she felt the world spinning away from her again. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was swallowing the cigarette like a dutiful slave.

The men let her stay unconscious for a few minutes, amusing themselves by making her jerk and wiggle and moan while her conscious mind was on hold. The men fucking her cunt and asshole battered her senseless body brutally back and forth, driving their cocks into her ravaged fuck-holes until they came. Almost as soon as the first two backed away, two more stepped up to take their places.

The other men made even more cruel use of Lynda’s sexy, unconscious body. They continued to torture her, and as time went on, they became more and more inventive in their abuse of the sultry, senseless landlady.

The men touched their cigarettes everywhere on Lynda’s limp, beautiful body. They ran their cigarettes over the sensitive soles of her feet and palms of her hands. They ran their cigarettes between her fingers and toes.