And again.

And again.

By the time they slammed her into the wall the fourth time Lynda was barely conscious. Her head was rolling on her shoulders. Her mouth hung liniply open, dribbling spit onto her drool-slick face. The few scraps of clothing that still clung to her shoulders and waist fluttered like flags as the men pounded her into the wall. There was a trickle of blood from her long, elegant nose. The men whooped and hollered at the sight of the sexy, stuck-up landlady stripped naked and battered almost senseless.

"Please!" Lynda gasped, aware of nothing now except pain and fear. "Stop! Please stop! Oh, please stop hurting me!"

The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big tits and tight pussy. They slammed her into the wall another dozen times before Buck told them to throw her on the pool table.

By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every bone in her lush, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and realized she was completely at the mercy of Buck and his rough customers.

"Now you're going to learn a lesson, you lousy cunt!" Buck snarled, ripping off his belt. He dropped his pants, and Lynda cried out in stark terror at what she saw. "You're going to learn your place, slut! And learn what you're fucking good for, too!"

Buck's cock was thicker than Lynda's wrist and longer than her forearm. Its bulging, dripping head was at least as big as her fist. Lynda had only had sex with two men in her whole life, and she had been disgusted both times.

Lynda, who hadn't let a man touch her with a cock in almost ten years, couldn't bear the sight of the monstrous cock Buck was waving in her direction. Even the threat of his big leather belt, whicn he was swishing menacingly through the air, was nothing compared to the weapon that bobbed, almost fully erect, out from between his legs.