"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.