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.