Chapter 1
Donna Fairchild recognized the truck that ran her off the road. It belonged to the Wiederhold brothers, the guys she had just served with an eviction notice. All four of the brothers were on board, and the gorgeous blonde's heart beat fast with fear as she desperately tried to keep her expensive car from hitting their awful black truck. She grimaced as she skidded to a stop. What the hell did these creeps think they were doing, running her off into a ditch? She was going to put the damned idiots in their place, and then she was going to see that they got into a lot of trouble. Donna started yelling the moment she jumped from her car.
The first word never made it out of her mouth. Gary Wiederhold, the oldest of the four brothers, was already waiting for her, a thin, evil smile on his face. He slapped her hard as she opened her mouth.
"Bitch," he said quietly, backhanding her hard enough to make her knees buckle. "You lousy, stuck-up, sexy bitch. You're going to learn not to fuck with the Wiederhold."
Donna opened her mouth to scream but Gary slapped her again. This time a thin trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her lush, red lips. Then, before Donna was fully aware of what was happening, he pulled off his belt and hit her with it. Donna screeched in pain as the biting leather cut through her skirt to sting her ass and thighs. Gary slapped her again to shut her up, then grabbed the collar of her blouse and ripped it to pieces.
Donna gasped with shock and panic as buttons scattered everywhere. She tried to wrap the blouse back around her body, but Gary slapped her so hard that she fell back against her car, then lashed his belt against her knuckles with a loud, painful snap. Before Donna could recover, he ripped both sleeves of her blouse away.
"Stop this!" Donna managed to scream at last.
Her expensive blouse had been reduced to rags. "You're making a big mistake, mister! You creeps aren't going to scare me into changing my mind, and now you're in more trouble than you ever bargained for!"
"We don't want to scare you, sexy landlady," Joel Wiederhold, who weighed at least three hundred pounds, called from behind her. "We just want to fuck around with you a little bit, maybe see what kind of a stuck-up princess you are with jism on your pretty face and a cock stuck up your little ass."
Donna started to scream, but the moment he saw her open her mouth, Gary slapped her again. This time he hit her so hard that she started to fall. Gary grabbed her by her silky blonde hair and pulled her roughly back up to her feet, then swung her away from her car and into the side of their filthy black truck. She staggered back out from the impact, and as she did, Gary swung the belt against her tender ass.
Donna did scream then, but she cut her cries short when the four brothers started laughing, realizing that they were getting off by making her scream and suffer. She tried to edge her away around the side of the truck, but Gary caught her by a handful of her golden hair and held her in place while he flogged her ass with his big leather belt.
"You bastard!" she hissed. "Don't you know how important I am in this town? You're all going to be in jail for the rest of your lives!"
"A bitch like you is good for just one thing," Gary growled, and with a jerk of his muscular arm, he dragged Donna by her hair around to the front of his truck. "That's spreading her legs and her lips for men. Your daddy didn't teach you very well, and he made a big fucking mistake when he left you all his money when he died. But now you're going to learn about your true talents, little miss landlady!"
He threw her face-down over the hood of the truck, and Donna squirmed frantically against the hot metal. John and Brad, the youngest of the Wiederhold brothers, stepped quickly in and grabbed her wrists. Before Donna knew what was happening, they had stretched her arms out over her head and tied her wrists to the rear-view mirrors that jutted out from either side of the truck's short hood.
"You bastards!" Donna shrieked, staring at the awful Wiederhold. "This is your last chance, you stupid creeps! You better let me go now! Anymore and the whole lousy bunch of you are going to be in jail for the next twenty years!"
"Shut up, bitch," Gary said mildly, and yanked her skirt up over her ass. "Somebody shut the silly little princess up. Find that letter, John. Read it to this sexy piece of shit while I fuck her ass off."
"Nooooo!" Donna howled when she heard Gary's zipper. A moment later, he stepped around the curve of her hip and shook his prick in her face, and then she screamed even louder.
Gary's cock was huge. It was perhaps a foot long. and his cockhead was the size of one of Donna's fists. There was a pearly drop of pre-cum leaking from his big dark piss-slit, and Gary wiped it off on Donna's cheek before be stepped back any from her.
"She likes that big prick," Brad said with stupid laugh. He pulled out his own cock, a filthy fat hunk of meat that was no more than an inch or so smaller than his brother's. "Well good news, Miss Fairchild, 'cause we all got big ones for you. Half the girls in the county know about the big Wiederhold boys."
Donna shuddered with revulsion at the slimy coolness of Gary's fuck-lube on her cheek. It trickled down over her tightly shut lips, and the sensation of it drooling over her mouth made Donna want to vomit. Worse yet was the pounding realization that the brothers were really serious. They were going to rape her. Donna didn't think she could stand to be raped by all four of the big, dirty Wiederholds A moment later she felt the head of Gary's big cock brushing against the fragile lips of her cunt, and it was all she could do to stifle a scream of terror.
"Look at that," John shouted gleefully, pointing at the sexy squirming of Donna's body as she tried to wriggle across the hot hood away from the relentless advance of Gary's monster prick. "You were right again, Gary."
"That's right," Gary said, teasing Donna with his cock now, rubbing it against her quivering pink cuntlips, then pulling it away just when it seemed he was about to raw it home. "You see, landlady, you really should feel honored. We've trained a lot of bitches in our time, but we've never fucked with one who was older than twenty. Sort of a rule with us, because we like them young and tender. Fuck, you're ten years over our limit, so we made a special exception just for you!"
"Of course you are sexier than any other bitch we ever raped," John said. "And Gary said he had the feeling that you hadn't had much in the way of cock, even if you are thirty years old."
Donna burned with shame and anger at the way the horrible men were talking about her. The worst thing of all was that both things John had told her were true. In her whole life, she had only been fucked once, by a professor at the university her father had sent her to. Before they had fucked, Donna had thought she loved the older man.
After be had broken her cherry with his smelly, filthy cock and filled her up with his disgusting jism, she had never wanted to see him again. Since then, she had occasionally necked with men heavily enough to get their cocks into the open, but every time she saw a prick she felt disgust, and she had never let another man fuck her. At thirty, Donna was probably less sexually experienced than most of the young girls the Wiederholds played their gangbang tricks with.
"Just look at this body," Gary growled, reaching under Donna to grab her proud, pointy-tits. "You ever see tits this big on a little bitch like her? You ever see tits this bouncy on a thirty-year-old cunt? Her ass is as tight as a high school girl's, and her pussy is so tiny and pink you'd think it never got fucked. And we never had a bitch with as pretty a face as her. Besides, she's going to be a real challenge. We're going to have to work hard to bring out the slut in Donna."
Donna wanted to scream at the way the brothers were talking about her. It was as though she was some animal they had bought at auction. And they didn't seem afraid at all that someone might drive down the road and see what they were doing. They acted as if they had every right in the world to be raping and brutalizing her.
Brad and John and Gary talked about her body and face, comparing her tits and ass and pussy to those of the teenage girls around town they had gang-raped. Donna recognized some of the names and wondered why the girls had never turned the awful brothers in. Then she wondered if she would be able to bear the humiliation of admitting that she had been gang-raped by all four of the leering, filthy Wiederholds.
"Hey, bitch, let's see if you feel as good as you look." John stepped in and grabbed one of Donna's tits, sinking his fingers into it. "You're a sexy cunt, all right. Too bad that you're such a stuck-up little rich bitch."
Donna clenched her eyes tightly shut as Brad and John stepped up to maul her tender body. Gary was still playing his cock over the quivering lips of her cunt, poking the bulging head into her just hard enough to make her jump and wriggle. All three of the men laughed at the way the sleek little blonde jerked and squirmed, and they pinched and pawed her tits and legs and ass and stomach to keep her writhing constantly atop the hot hood of the dirty black truck. Only Joel stood apart, and the panicked blonde wondered why the biggest of the Wiederholds hadn't joined in on the assault.
"Fucking beautiful bitch!" Gary gasped, leaning down over her back to bite and lick his way across her cheek and throat. "We're going to fuck you until you can't stand up, little landlady! A bitch as sexy as you should have been spreading her legs for men her whole life! You've got a lot of lost time to make up for!"
Suddenly Donna wished she was ugly, even though she had always flaunted the fact that she was the most beautiful woman in town. Even when her father had sent her to college in the city, she had been the most beautiful woman on campus, and Donna had used her looks to get everything she wanted. Now it was like she was having to pay for all those things her sexy face and body had gotten her.
Donna's eyes were big and round and crystal blue. Her lips were full and red. Her hair curled halfway down her back, colored like spun gold and silky to the touch. She had the face of a Southern belle, and her inheritance from her father let her play the role to the hilt. She even had a hint of a Southern drawl in her voice.
Her body was as perfect as her face. Donna was a small woman, no more than a fraction over five feet tall, but she seemed to have four feet of legs alone. She had the kind of legs that men dream about-long and slender and flawlessly tapered from her lush hips to her tiny ankles. She had a perfect ass, a tight little bubble that jutted out as tight and firm as a schoolgirl's.
Her waist was so tiny that even a small man could have circled it with his fingers. Her tits were big, though, standing out like a pair of twin globes high on her chest. Her tits were shaped like perfect cones, and they didn't sag an inch. Her nipples were rosy and enormous, sticking out over an inch when they were fully erect, which they almost always were. Even now, through the cotton of her plain white bra, their impressions could be clearly seen.
Gary ripped the bra away, tumbling her lush tits out into Brad's and John's waiting hands. They laughed at the sight of her long nipples, and in a moment, they were both pinching and tearing at the hard, tender buds. At the same time, Gary pulled her white cotton panties down around her knees, revealing the creamy cheeks of her ass and the furred, pink lips of her tiny cunt. Her panties had already been stained with his fuck-lube. Now he banged his cock directly against the soft cleft of her pussy.
"You're about to get fucked, landlady," Brad whispered down into Donna's ear, then licked his way around the shell-like rim and down deep inside. "Remember what it feels like not to have a cock between your legs, 'cause it's going to be a long time till you feel like that again."
"Okay, fuck me then!" Donna cried out. "Just remember to wake me up when it's over, because I'm sure none of you little boys can keep me interested enough to stay awake! Go ahead and rape me, but don't expect much!"
"Bitch!" Gary growled as he bit and slobbered his way over the back of her neck. "By the time we're through with you, you'll be begging for cock from every man you see."
Donna opened her mouth to argue, but then she felt Gary line the fat head of his cock up with the tiny slit of her pussy. She caught her breath, her Muscles tensing.
Gary's giant cockhead dwarfed the tiny pink mouth of her pussy, and he wrenched her thighs as wide apart as he could before he thrust forward.
"Bitch!" he screwed. "You dried-out, worthies, tight-cunted whore! Open up your pussy, you worthless slut!"
Donna thought she was going to die. Her legs felt as though they were being dislocated, her pussy felt as though it was being fed a log. Gary's big body crunched her tiny frame against the hot metal of the truck. She was being burned and buried and torn in half all at the same time. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, but she grunted at the terrible impact of Gary's cock against the tight, dry lips of her pussy.
"Fuck her, Gary!" Brad screamed, slapping Donna's face to keep her eyes open while his brother tried to fuck his huge cock inside her. "Split her open like the old bag she is! Fuck her tight old pussy to pieces."
Donna wriggled like a dying worm and tried to pull herself away from Gary's murderous cock. Her sensitive nipples and tender stomach burned from the heat of the truck's hood. Her face stung from the repeated slaps from Brad and John. But the worst pain of all was coming from her tiny pink pussy. It felt like Gary was drilling out a new hole inside her, and Donna was sure her body was about to burst wide open.
"You little bitch!" he screamed, grabbing his belt again and lashing it down against her creamy, tensed asscheeks. "Open up, you little whore, 'cause I'm coming in no matter what!"
Donna wanted to beg for mercy as the delicate pink lips of her cunt spread wide around the huge girth of Gary's cockhead. She wanted to tell, the Wiederhold brothers that she was too small for the size of cock Gary was trying to fuck her with. It wasn't her fault, she was only a little over five feet tall, and her pussy had hardly ever been fucked.
The smallest Wiederhold was Brad, and even he stood six feet tall, weighed two hundred pounds and had a cock that stuck out at least ten inches from his hairy balls.
Donna clamped her asscheeks as tight as she could, contracting her pussy until it was as tight as a tiny pink fist. She swore to herself that she was going to fight the brutish brothers to the bitter end.
Then Gary hammered his enormous cock home.
Donna's eyes shot open, bulging almost out of her head. Her mouth formed a wide, perfect circle, and it took every ounce of will power she had to keep a scream from ripping out. She arched her back As though she had been stabbed with a knife, and strained her arms against the chains that bound them until her muscles rippled and her wrists, were bleeding. Her cunt and ass cramped as Gary's cock flicked up inside her, and she went limp beneath him. With one savaging lunge, he drove his foot-long cock all the way inside her tiny cunt.
"You asleep yet, landlady?" Gary asked, grinding his hips to gouge his giant cock around inside her stuffed pussy. "Have I got your fucking attention yet, you stuck-up cow?"
Donna gasped for air, unable to breathe with such an enormous log of flesh buried inside her. She could feel Gary stirring her internal organs as he pound his cock around in her straining pussy. Her pussylips pulled around the stalk of his cock like a stretched rubber band.
"She looks like a fish out of water," John said with a laugh, and he flopped his fat, dripping cock against Donna's cheek. "Look at that sweet mouth gasping! I think I'll let her gasp around a mouthful of meat!
Donna tried to snap her mouth shut when she heard his words, but John slammed the palm of his hand against her temple, and with her head pinned against the burning hood of the truck, he stuffed his cock between her lips. Donna almost vomited at her first taste of his dirty, leaking cock, but he only giggled at her and fed her more of his prick. Donna had never sucked a man's cock, and the taste, smell and feel of John's throbbing prick were worse than anything she had ever imagined.
Gary was raising welts on her creamy ass with every lash of his big leather belt. While he beat her, he drew his monstrous cock slowly back out of her cunt.
Donna breathed a deep sigh of relief. It felt as though a log was being pulled out of her. Her lungs worked again, and she gulped one desperate breath after another. Finally only the fat head of Gary's prick was still buried inside the straining lips of her cunt. But then he thrust forward again.
Donna's tiny body scooted six inches along the hood of the truck with the savage violence of Gary's fuck-thrust. Her hardened nipples scraped over the. burning metal of the truck. John had to grab her head to keep her lips from sliding off the end of his cock. Donna's beautiful face twisted with the pain, and she wasn't able to stop a long, painful moan from escaping her cock-stuffed lips.
"Sounds like she's feeling it now," Brad said with a giggle. He pulled Donna's long blonde hair back away from her face so that he could have a perfect view of both the cocks fucking her helpless body. "Or maybe she's just having a nightmare."
Donna wished that it was a nightmare, that she could wake up safely in her bed at home and forget all about the pain and degradation of the horrible double-fuck. Gary started fucking her fast and bard, moving his foot-long cock in and out of her dry, clinging pussy like a sex-crazed piston. Every stab of his cock inside her felt like the thrust of a sandpaper-wrapped baseball bat. Her legs kicked helplessly out at her sides and her asscheeks tightened and relaxed in a hopeless battle to expel the huge cock.
Donna could feel the scratchy hair of Gary's crotch with every vicious plunge of his cock inside her, and she knew that she was taking his full twelve inches of fuck-flesh. Her sexy asscheeks shuddered with every impact of his crotch. His balls swung up to hit the fluttering pink lips of her pussy.
Gary fucked her as hard and violently as he could, and it felt to Donna more like she was being beaten with a hammer than fucked with a cock. She was pushed forward with every devastating collision between his huge, muscular frame and her tiny, sexy body.
"Fuck me back, you worthless slut!" Gary screamed, beating her ass and fucking her cunt with equal fury. "Aren't you good. for anything, you fucking stuck-up cow? I've fucked little girls who knew how to shake their asses better than you do! Fuck me back, you sorry cow!"
CHATER TWO
Donna lay limp against the burning hot hood of the truck, determined to do nothing to make the horrible rape enjoyable for Gary. Her ass felt as though it had been torn to shreds by his leather belt. Now he was flogging her back as well, working his way up methodically from her ass toward the graceful curves of her shoulders. Her cunt felt as though it was being fucked with a lit torch, and she wondered if she was going to be fucked to death out here on the road like some kind of common tramp. Still she refused to bow down to the will of Gary and his awful pack of brothers.
John was using her mouth like a fuck-toy, yanking her head back and forth on his dripping prick. Donna didn't try to fight him, but she kept tongue pressed to the bottom of her mouth and let her lips fall wide open. John slammed his cock down her throat until her upturned nose was buried in a musty forest of crotch hair and his balls draped over her chin. Donna couldn't help but contract her throat around the choking rod of muscle, and John fucked her gullet as though it was another pussy.
"Rule number one, little landlady," Gary rasped, laying one red welt after another down across her creamy white back. "You might as well memorize it. A slut's duty is to give her men the most pleasure she can with her whorish body. Brad, show her what happens if she doesn't."
Donna burned with anger and shame at Gary's words, but she didn't care what Brad did to her. Gary and his evil brothers might be able to break her body, but they were never going to be able to break her spirit.
And then Brad picked up the box of firecrackers, lit one of the smallest, and stuffed it up her pussy as Gary backed away.
"No!" she screamed around John's big cock, her eyes going wider with terror. Her pussy clamped tight around the little firecracker a she tried to put it out or expel it from her body. "Nooooo!"
Her sleek, sexy body bucked a foot up off the truck when the firecracker exploded. When she banged back down against the hot metal hood, she shook her sexy ass around as if she was fucking the biggest cock in the universe. Her lips squeezed tight around the mushroom-shaped head of John's cock and she took every inch of his fat rod down her throat without a bit of urging, licking the underside of his prick every bit of the way.
"She sure as fuck ain't sleeping now!" he groaned, and used her ears for handles as he moved his cock around inside the tight, wet sheath of her throat.
Donna couldn't stop shaking. Tears were running down her pretty cheeks in rivers. Her breath whistled in and out in ragged, shallow bursts. She waved her high, creamy ass in wide desperate circles as she tried to grind out the awful, burning pain of the firecracker.
"Light another one, Brad," Gary said, rubbing the dripping, foot-long shaft of his cock. "I don't think the little whore's learned her lesson yet."
"Nooooo!" Donna cried, shaking her head desperately as she lathered John's cock with her tongue and lips. "Nooooo! Please no!"
"Did I hear the bitch princess say please?" Gary asked with a wide smile on his face. "John, pull out your cock so I can hear her."
John muttered a protest, but he pulled his spitsoaked cock out of Donna's wetly clasping mouth. The sexy blonde dropped her head limply against the hood of the car once her mouth was freed of the throbbing meat gag. John slapped his cock against her pretty face, letting fuck-lube and spit drool down over her nose and Ups and chin while he gently hunched his cock up the length of her face. His sweaty balls draped over her chin almost like a beard.
"Did you say please, cunt?" Gary asked, lashing the belt down over Donna's back and ass as she wriggled helplessly against the hood of the truck.
"Yes!" Donna hissed, able to think only of how much she hated the man.
"Yes what?" Gary asked, and Brad and John laughed wildly as he whipped her back with his leather strap.
"Yes, sir," Donna said, her voice shaking with the horror of degrading herself in front of the horrible men.
"Are you going to do everything we tell you to?" Gary asked. His voice sounded so reasonable that it seemed to Donna that she would be foolish to disagree with him. But still the belt left trails of burning tot pain across her bowed back and shuddering ass.
"Yes!" she whispered, her face red with the shame.
"Louder" Brad shouted, his lighter in one hand a firecracker in the other. "Will you suck our cocks as good as you can? Fuck us as good as you can? Help us fuck your ass?"
"Yes!" Donna cried, knowing that she couldn't stand another explosion inside her poor, shattered cunt. "Yes, I'll fuck you and suck you the best I can!"
"Louder!" John yelled, fucking his dripping cock all over her pretty face, smearing her perfect features with trails of sticky fuck-lube. "Will you suck our asses and drink our piss and fingerfuck yourself while we take pictures?"
Donna tried as hard as she could not to say yes. They were talking about awful, perverted things now, much worse than just being raped in her mouth and cunt and ass. She couldn't let the horrible men strip her of every shred of her dignity the way they had torn away her blouse and panties. Then she thought of the terrible pain of Gary's belt across her back and ass, and the unbearable agony of the firecracker exploding inside her. She knew that she would do whatever the brothers wanted.
"Yes!" she screamed, her voice cracking. She twisted her head to look at Gary. "I'11 do whatever you want, the best that I can! But it's only because I know you can hurt me bad. But I still hate it! And I hate you, too!"
"But what do you hate most?" Gary asked with a laugh, slashing the belt down against her squirming, shackled body. "Ask for something, you frigid little whore. Say, please fuck me with your cock, or please stick a firecracker inside me. Say one, bitch, and that's the one we'll give you!"
Donna stared up at the big man. None of the Wiederhold brothers even had a job, and Gary, the oldest of the four, was almost ten years younger than her. But they were her masters. It didn't matter how much money or power she had, because any one of these men could break her to their will with their strength and their cocks and their cruelty.
Her skirt was torn to ribbons and puddled on the small of her back. Her panties were tangled around her knees. Her blouse and bra had been reduced to. rags. She was all but naked, staked out on display by the side of the road. She'd been raped in her mouth and her cunt, been whipped with a belt until her back and ass were a mass of welts, even had a firecracker exploded inside her. She realized suddenly that whether she liked it or not, until they decided to let her go, she was the slave to these men.
"Please fuck me with your cock!" she whispered, cursing herself for being unable to keep the quaver from her voice. "Please fuck me with your big cock!"
"That's good, bitch," Gary said with an evil grin. He nodded to Brad and John. "Light this sorry old cow up, Brad. John, why the fuck were we evicted?"
Donna opened her mouth to scream, but John shoved his cock inside her before she could make a sound. She felt the tiny firecracker being shoved deep inside her, and that was the first time she noticed that the first explosion had brought forth a bubbling current of cunt-cream.
"It seems we've got an open cesspool," John said, then groaned with pleasure as Donna whipped her tongue desperately over the head of his cock and squirmed her lips up and down the cockstalk. "We've let over seventy percent of the shingles fall off our roof and let our grass grow higher than three feet tall. Oh, and we've got wrecked cars and broken refrigerators and shit like that laying all over."
"Well, at least we don't have a firecracker stuck up our cunt," Gary said with a laugh, and then Donna's world exploded.
The explosion filled her tiny, tender pussy with fire. Another rush of cuntjuice flooded her battered pussy, but it seemed like fiery lava as it coursed through her. The Wiederholds laughed and joked as pussyjuice dribbled down from her cuntlip6 to stream down her trembling white thighs and sizzle against the sun-baked gravel.
Donna shivered uncontrollably, waves of freezing cold and blazing heat crashing through her sexy body. Her eyes glazed over with agony. Sweat poured off her squirming, sexy frame and gooseflesh rose in pebbly sheets over her arms and tits and stomach. Her nipples turned bright red and poked out even longer and stiffer as they filled with blood. She wriggled on the hot truck hood as though she was dying.
Without warning, Donna started pissing, and until she heard the brothers laughing and felt the hot flush of piss splashing down her trembling thighs, she didn't even know what was happening. Then she burned with shame, certain that she could sink no lower than this. She was even more horrified when Gary cupped his hands under the yellow flow and splashed handfuls of her piss back over her welted, shapely ass and her bowed back. When the piss started burning into the crimson welts, she had to bang her head against the hood of the truck to keep from screaming.
Gary plunged his cock back inside her, and Donna bucked and trembled like a caged, wild beast as his foot of cock impaled her. She heard him groan with pleasure at the slippery wetness he encountered inside her pussy and at the friction her helplessly contracting cunt applied to his ravaging prick.
Donna jammed herself back on the big cock, unmindful of the ripping pain of having the oversized prick bludgeon its way inside her, thinking only of how the fat prick could grind the burning agony of the firecrackers from her cunt. Gary wrapped his big hands around her waist and jerked her back and forth like a rag doll, and Donna squirmed against him with every ounce of strength left inside her tortured body.
She slavered like a hungry dog over John's meaty slab of cock, lathering it with her tongue and hollowing her cheeks in an effort to drain his cum out of his heavy balls. John had stopped fucking her throat and was soaking up the pleasure of having the high class beauty suck his cock like an eager schoolgirl. He reached down with one hand to squeeze her tits, pulling them back and forth across her chest like rubbery play-toys and pinching her nipples until she grunted with pain.
Donna bounced and twisted wildly between the two men, her slim body on fire with pain. She was terrified of them now that she knew what they would do to her. From now on, she would do whatever they demanded, and she cursed herself, feeling disgusted at letting them turn her into a submissive little slavish lap dog, but she couldn't stand much more pain. She felt as if her body had already been destroyed, sacked by some invading army. And they were already raping her in two holes at once. She had precious little dignity left to defend.
"Bitch!" John screamed, pistoning his hips again and wrapping his hands in her lush, golden hair. "You fucking dirty old cow! Milk me, bitch! Milk some fucking cum!"
A moment later, he pulled back and Donna's mouth was filled with salty, disgusting jism. She felt a splashing against the roof of her mouth and then she was choking. Another blast hit on her dancing tongue. Donna squirmed her mouth tightly shut around the pistoning stalk of John's cock and tried to hold all the filthy cock-cream inside her mouth. With the next shot, her cheeks were swollen and cum was oozing out to drool down his prick.
Donna didn't want to swallow the filthy cum, but she knew she didn't have any choice. She almost threw up the first mouthful she swallowed. The taste was so salty and musky that she didn't think she could stand it. The second mouthful went down easier. Then she was just milking the dregs of John's jism away, each taste a little more watery than the last, the taste of the cock-cream slowly giving way to some new, sharp taste that she couldn't quite identify.
And then she knew exactly what it was.
Her body shook with convulsions as she tried to breathe around the quart of piss John was drowning her in. Her mouth opened wide around his pissing cock, and as much of the stinking yellow fluid fountained back out over her elegant face as drained down to her stomach. She could hear Gary and Brad laughing at her, and she burned with shame.
"That's what you're good for, you sexy bitch." John pulled his cock out of her mouth and sprayed the last of his piss all over Donna's beautiful face. "Cum and piss! A sexy bitch like you is meant to be a dumping ground for whatever her men feel like dumping!"
Donna turned her piss-soaked face away from the leering, ugly man, unable to face his open contempt and easy mastery. Her beautiful blonde hair was matted with his piss and her face was soaked and stinking. Piss had drained up her upturned nose and she was snorting and coughing and squirming.
Donna's cunt was still burning from the explosions of the two firecrackers. Her drooling pussycream felt like liquid fire as it coursed over her injured cunt, and her tiny cunt was still throbbing uncontrollably from the pain of the blasts. Gary's cock felt good as it smashed its way through her injured cunt, grinding out the terrible, burning pain.
The fucking felt great to Gary, too. He smiled down at the sexy blonde bitch with an expression of knowing contempt as she twisted and bucked against him. Her cunt was wringing on his cock like a wet sponge now, and it was all he could do to keep from blowing his load up her pussy. He almost had her now. He'd shown her who the boss was. Now he just had to prove to her what a slut she was. after that, the sexy little bitch would be his private slutty fuck-toy.
"Slut!" he whispered sweetly into her ear, crushing her tiny, doll-like body beneath him and biting and licking his way over her long, graceful throat. "Dirty little whore! That's all you are, isn't it? Tell me or I'll get another firecracker!"
"You bastard!" Donna whimpered. She could hardly hold back the tears. "I'm a slut! I'm a dirty little whore!"
"Keep saying it," Gary said, fucking her harder and faster, grinding her body painfully into the unyielding hood of the truck. He bit her flawless white throat until he drew blood. "Keep telling me what a bitch you are. What a worthless cunt you are. Tell me that all you're good for is taking big hard cocks."
"I'm a slut," Donna said, trying to block from her mind the laughter and insults of the men. "I'm, a worthless bitch. The only thing I'm good for- oh, you're fucking me so hard-is taking a big cock up my pussy or down my throat!"
Suddenly Donna felt strange. Her clit kept getting hotter and hotter, even as the burn faded from the rest of her pussy. There was a slick, wet feeling over the rest of her cunt, and an itch that only the fucking of Gary's cock seemed able to scratch. She felt lightheaded. It seemed as though she might be floating, or even dreaming.
Gary fucked into her as though he wanted to smash her delicate, sexy body to pieces. His cum was boiling up through his cock, and he couldn't hold it back anymore. He smashed Donna flat against the hood of the truck and fucked her like a maddened animal, then he dug his hands underneath her and tore at her tits until Donna had to scream with the pain.
"I'm a lowly slut," Donna said, having to try with every ounce of her will power to keep the growing feeling of excitement from showing in her voice. "I'm only good for sucking jism and getting my pussy fucked and taking a whipping when I do something wrong."
She screamed again when Gary's jism splashed up inside her battered cunt. She trembled and whined, and every muscle in her sexy body tensed with the burning pain that boiled through her ravaged pussy. But there was something else, too, and Donna felt sick and disgusted with herself, because she knew that the feeling was pleasure.
"The only thing I'm good for is swallowing piss," she said, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "I'm a dirty, lowly slut, and I should be spending my time spreading my legs for a man. I'm a slut, and it's a slut's job to service her men in any way they want. I'm nothing but a worthless whore!"
Gary pulled his cock from her battered pussy, pointing and laughing at the gooey mix of cum and cunt-cream that drooled down her trembling, silky thighs. Then he propped his cock in the crack of her ass and pissed all aver her welted back and creamy asscheeks. Donna shivered with the pain of the salty piss burning into the welts, but her cunt went right on squirming.
"My natural position is on my back with my feet up in the air," she said, and the worst part of all was that she had begun to wonder if she wasn't telling the truth.