Lashed and licked landlady

CHAPTER 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 lips 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'll 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 Wiederbold 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 Wiederbolds laughed and joked as pussyjuice dribbled down from her cuntlips 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.