"Ruin you?" Buck roared. "You've been ruined your whole fucking life! You want to see ruined, Lynda? Fuck, ifwe 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 quick 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!"