Men were pinching her lush thighs and full, round asscheeks. Men were stroking her sides and stomach and arms. Dozens of hands swarmed over her huge, round tits, pinchlng and pulling and twisting and slapping. And every man in the bar was taking a turn fingering Lynda's cunt and asshole. There were also fingers scratching her ass-crack and tugging on her pretty pink pussy-lips.

Pete dragged his lips off Lynda's, slobbering his way all over her beautiful face. The sexy landlady cringed under the vile nibbling and licking. He was washing her nose, cheeks, chin, even her eyes and forehead with his slippery spit. And while he did, other men crowded tight around her. A strange mouth clamped over hers, a strange tongue slurping all the way to the back of her throat. Teeth clamped down on both sides of her long, creamy throat, biting until Lynda whimpered in pain. Tongues probed her ears and traced the fine line of her jaw.

"Bastards!" she screamed, in the instant of breath she had between one man breaking off his rape of her mouth and the next clamping his lips over hers. "I'll get you all! I'll hire men to get you all! I'll have them cut your cocks off!"

"You stupid cunt," Buck said, grabbing her by her slender arms and lifting her off her feet. "Who said you were ever going to get the chance?"

Buck's powerful hands bit so tightly into her creamy arms that Lynda screamed out in anguish. Her feet kicked at the air as he hefted her high. Then he threw her face-first against the wail, and everything began to go dark.

Lynda hit the wall, unable to brace herself with her hands tied behind her back. She wobbled on her heels as she bounced back off it, but before she could fall a half dozen men, Pete and Grady among them, had grabbed her. They dug their strong fingers into her arms and tits. One man wrapped his big hands around her narrow waist. Another grabbed her by her slender throat. And they threw her into the wall again.