"Let's see how fucking far you'll stretch, Miss Cartier," Buck said in a mocking tone, then slotted the huge head of his cock against the tight pink lips of her cunt. "You should have been getting these for years, bitch. But I guess you'll make up for a lot of them before you get out of here."

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Lynda screamed as Buck started to push his massive cock against the tiny mouth of her cunt. "Slow, please slow, please slow!"

"No, big-tits," Pete said with a sneer. "Fast."

The lips of Lynda's pussy spread wide against the advance of Buck's gigantic prick. Before the fat part of his cock-head had breached the tiny mouth, her pussy-lips were spread rubberband tight.

Lynda moaned in discomfort, feeling the thin folds of flesh stretching past the point of their endurance. She tried to wiggle out of the way of the huge fuck-rod, but she was bound so tightly that she could barely lift her ass off the table. Then Buck punched his hips forward again, and she could feel herself tearing, feel Buck's cock sliding inside her.

"Yeeooowww!" Pete shouted. "You split her wide, Buck!"

"Oh, oh, oh," Lynda muttered weakly, certain that her pussy had been ruined forever, suspecting that she was being raped to death on the fleshy, foot-long spear of Buck's cock.

Lynda's cunt-lips were spread wide around the inhuman girth of Buck's long cock. Tiny trickles of blood ran from the spots where she had torn to accommodate the wrist-thick pole. The blood greased Buck's prick, making it easier for him to slide the rest of his cock inside her.

There was nothing in the world that could have made the brutal rape any easier for Lynda.

Lynda couldn't draw a breath as Buck slid his monstrous cock deep inside her pussy. She could feel the tiny pocket of her cunt stretching in a hopeless attempt to accept the fat, twelve-inch prick Buck was fucking inside her.