"No, please, no, please, no!" Lynda cried in a small, desperate voice. "Don't put that in me! Please, Buck, oh please, please, please! I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand it!"

"The bitch don't sound so high and mighty now," one of the men said.

"Don't worry, cunt," another guy said. "A big bitch like you ought to be able to take Buck's cock without tearing too much."

"Yeah, wait to start worrying until he shoves it up your ass," a third man said.

Lynda stared wildly from one man to another, seeing nothing but lust and cruelty in their drunken faces. She was sprawled helplessly on the pool table, stripped naked, her hands tied behind her back, knocked half senseless by the battering she'd taken and in a state of near shock from the outrage that had already been perpetrated on her long, luscious body.

Buck brought the belt around in a vicious overhand strike. The leather bit into Lynda's hip, marking the creamy skin with a stripe of bright red. Lynda clamped her mouth tightly shut, determined not to give the sadistic crowd of men the satisfaction of hearing her scream. It didn't seem to matter. They howled like a pack of wolves at the sight of the red welt on her silky haunch. Buck hit her again, catching her across both her firm, lush thighs. The blow made her thighs jiggle. Lynda tried to squirm away from Buck across the pool table, but there was nowhere she could go where he couldn't reach her. The belt striped her velvety flat stomach. It whipped over the plump little bulge of her cunt mound. When it slapped into the meaty mounds of her tits, Lynda couldn't hold back her screams anymore.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed, throwing her head from side to side, curtaining her face with her silky black hair. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!"