Lynda screamed in agony. A cold, clammy sweat had broken out on her creamy tanned body, and she was shivering uncontrollably. She reallzed 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 go ing 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.