"Who else wants in on this?" he asked, jerking Lynda's head to one side so that she faced the rest of the mob of men. "How about we spit on the bitch?"

Instantly Lynda was pelted with spit. There were a couple dozen men in the bar, and everyone crowded around to spit on her. Pete jerked her head first in one direction and then the other, using her beautiful face for a target. A dozen different men hocked their spit into Lynda's open mouth. The spit of the rest rolled down her perfect features in sticky streams.

Lynda shrieked, her mind exploding with horror and humiliation over what was being done to her. She pulled wildly at the fabric that bound her wrists, jerking and tugging until the cloth bit deep into her flesh.

Pete forced her to swallow the pooled spit of at least a dozen men, and Lynda gagged helplessly as the collected drool poured down her throat.

Pete wrenched her around and plastered his lips over hers. Lynda cried out in fear and humiliation as Pete raped her mouth with his tongue. He grabbed her lush asscheeks and spread them wide, revealing both the pretty pink mouth of her pussy and the tight pore of her asshole. Within an instant the men were attacking her sensitive little fuck-holes with their thick, grubby fingers.

A finger stabbed all the way inside Lynda's cunt, making her cry out in pain. Her pussy was as tight as a girdle and as dry as a desert. The man's finger tore into her like a jagged wooden splinter. A moment later something even worse happened, as a man's fat, long finger fucked up her tight, virgin shitter. The pain was incredible. Lynda squirmed and jerked spastically, tearing, burning pain shooting up her sensitive little asshole.

The fingers were pulled out of her pussy and asshole almost as soon as they were plunged in, but there was no relief for Lynda. Other fingers replaced the ones that were gone, stretching Lynda's tight, dry fuck-holes.