Lashed and licked landlady

CHAPTER FIVE

The first lash of the antenna made Donna shake with agony. Joel had slashed it down against the satiny little hollow of her stomach, and it was as though he had drawn a line a fire along her creamy skin. Donna moaned and cringed against the unyielding metal of the trucks hood, but there was no escape from the giant man and his cruel metal lash. The next blow came across her stiff nipple, and Donna couldn't hold back the scream of pain.

"That's it, Miss Fairchild," Joel said, his eyes alight with an unholy lust. "You think you're a pretty tough bitch, don't you? Well I love hearing beautiful women scream. If you try to be tough with me, you just might get hurt real bad."

He lashed down with the car antenna again, sending an explosion of pain through Donna's other nipple. Then he hit her across the stomach a half dozen times, striping her velvety skin with vivid lines of red.

Donna squirmed slowly and painfully against the hood of the truck, too exhausted to resist but unable to stop the instinctive drive of her tortured body to try to escape the pain.

She clamped her mouth shut, her eyes sparkling with tears and blazing with anger as Joel lashed her sleek, sexy body. They had tortured and debauched her beyond the limits of what any woman could be expected to endure and remain sane, but Donna refused to surrender. She wasn't going to scream for the amusement of some fat creep with a freakish cock. She couldn't stand the thought of submitting to that final indignity.

"You better scream," John said with a chuckle. He stepped up beside Donna's head and played his sticky, half-hard cock over her gasping face. "He's just going to hurt you more if you fight him."

"Fuck you!" Donna gasped, looking from John to Gary to Joel. "Fuck you all, you lousy bastards! I'm not going to scream for you!"

"You'll scream now," Joel said, still whipping her as he stepped between her spread thighs. "You'll scream me to sleep now, you bitch!"

The same instinctive urge that kept Donna's battered body squirming atop the hood of the truck gave her the strength to clamp her legs together as Joel tried to bull his way between them. He grinned as her knees clamped around his hips, then threw down the car antenna and wrapped his giant hands around her silky legs.

"Spread those legs, Miss Fairchild," Joel said politely as he tore her to pieces. "Spread them wide so a real man can get at your pretty little pussy. Oh my, look at that nasty hole. Looks like somebody gave the stuck-up princess what she's been asking for so long."

Joel pushed her legs up until they pointed out from her hips at right angles. Donna hadn't done the splits since she had been a cheerleader in college, and even then she had never tried to stretch her legs as far as Joel was stretching them now. The muscles and tendons along her inner thighs were stretched past the breaking point. Pain shot like lighting up through her sides and across her back. Her asscheeks felt as though they were being ripped apart.

"You're like a sweet little doll," Joel said, hooking her knees over the edges of the truck's hood to hold in them in place. He stroked his giant hand almost gently over the tiny red pouch of her cunt and down across the tiny ring of her asshole. "You're a sweet little doll. You've got a doll's face and a doll's body. Scream for me, Miss Fairchild. Scream like the pretty little doll you are."

Without another word, Joel stretched her cuntlips painfully apart with one hand and grabbed the stalk of his cock with the other. Donna's breath caught in her throat when she felt the huge head of his prick press against the swollen lips of her tattered pussy. Even with her legs spread past the breaking point, the tortured little blonde didn't think Joel could make the monstrous cock fit.

And then Donna screamed for him. Joel threw himself up on top of the hood of the truck, on top of Donna's small, sexy body. The truck sagged forward on its worn shocks as Joel's body came crashing down. Donna's battered body wasn't equipped with shocks though, and he smashed her flat against the metal of the truck's hood.

Three hundred pounds of fat and muscle backed Joel's thigh thick cock as it came pushing down into the swollen folds of Donna's cunt. First the outer lips of her pussy tore open, then the inner muscles fell lax before the mammoth intrusion. A foot and a half of cock fucked into Donna's body in one hellish rush, and then Joel's huge body crashed down on her.

After her first scream, Donna's world went black. She felt, as if in a dream, Joel lifting his hips and pulling a foot of his cock back out of her. She bunched back as if stabbed with a knife when he fucked it back in. His hands clamped around the proud thrusts of her pointy tits, and he pushed them together so that he could bite and suck on both of her inch-long nipples at once. He squirmed his huge body down against her, driving the air from her lungs.

"The landlady's taking it," Brad said, jumping happily from one foot to the other as he wiped his cock clean against Donna's hot flesh. John was still wiping his cock over her other cheek, and both men were getting hard-ons once more. "She's taking it all, Gary! Oh man, she isn't much taller than his cock but she can take the whole damned thing!"

Donna moaned as Joel demolished her with his prick. She rocked back and forth underneath him, her body smashed by his weight and her cunt shattered by his freakish cock. A thin trail of saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes aimed white as they rolled back in her head. She was breathing fitfully, and her arms and legs kicked out in random movements. When Brad lost control of himself and spilled a load of cum all over her fouled, pretty face, Donna didn't even flinch. Cockcream poured into her mouth and over her face in gummy waves.

Joel threw his body high into the air and landed on her with a huge crash. He fucked her as though he was doing a series of belly flops into a swimming pool. Each time he threw himself into the air, most of his weight would leave Donna's sexy, captive body and most of his cock would leave her reamed-out cunt. Sometimes only the head of his big prick would still be buried in the desperately clinging folds of her pussy. But then he would come crashing back down, crushing the tiny, ravished blonde and filling her whole body with the massive length and girth of his fuckmeat.

Donna's head tilted limply to one side, and John pushed his thick cock between her lips as his cum started to shoot out of his piss-slit. Wave after wave of frothy jism splashed into the gorgeous blonde's mouth, but it drooled back out over her lush red lips just as fast as John pumped it in. Her body shook with the force of the inhuman fucking she was taking, and there were stray groaning noises coming from deep in her throat. She didn't even notice the jism mouthwash John was giving her. Finally, he cursed with disgust and pulled his cock from her mouth. He cleaned it off with a handful of her silky blonde hair.

"Do something, Gary," Joel said. He paused to bite down on her nipples, then looked back up again. "The whore's taking a fucking nap! Snap her out of it!"

"Nap my ass," Gary said mildly, pulling another beer out of the cooler and shaking it hard before he opened it. "We fucked her unconscious. How about giving her treat when she comes around?"

"Anything to make you happy, dear brother," Joel said, throwing himself up into the air and crashing down on the unconscious blonde beauty once more.

Gary pushed the fountaining can of beer between the fucked-out landlady's limply parted lips. For long moment, nothing happened as the beer poured into her mouth, but then the sexy blonde was coughing and spluttering and trying to turn her head away from the alcohol geyser.

Gary followed her shaking head with the can, pouring the beer down her throat to the very last drop. By the time he opened the next can, Donna's eyes were filled with tired, pain-drenched awareness.

"Good morning," Gary said with an evil smile.

"Please stop now!" Donna moaned, her big blue eyes vacant. "I can't take anymore Gary! I really can't! You're fucking me to death, don't you understand? You can keep the house! You know I'll never talk about this? But haven't I been punished enough? Haven't you done enough?"

"You feel like a gutter, don't you?" Gary asked with a smile, pouring half the second beer down the beaten beauty's throat before letting her come up for air. He loved the way she winced with agony every time Joel smashed down on top of her. "You feel like a sewer, don't you?"

"Yes!" Donna whispered, tears running down her face as she began to cry again. This time she cried loudly, like a badly beaten child, and her body shook with her sobbing. "Yes, I do! Oh please, please help me!"

"Say it, then." Gary winked at his brothers and waved Brad and John closer. "Tell us what you are."

Donna stared up at him with a weary, beaten expression. She realized now that this was just a further humiliation, another shameful degradation to be heaped atop all the others she had suffered. She closed her mouth for an instant, then realized that there was no point in resisting.

"I'm a sewer," she said, unable to keep the whimper from her voice. She cried helplessly now, cried like a baby. They had broken her completely, and she wished that she was dead. They had turned her into just the kind of cringing plaything they wanted. "I'm a gutter! I feel like an open sewer! Just something dirty and worthless! Something to dump things in and beat and make fun of! I'm nothing but a sewer."

"That's right," Gary said with a grin, pointing his half-hard cock right at her face. "You are."

The beaten, beautiful blonde didn't even try to turn her head when Gary's spray of piss slapped her in the face. She didn't close her mouth or eyes. And even if she had tried to turn away, it wouldn't have mattered. Brad, and John started pissing on her a moment later. Three strong streams of burning piss pelted her face.

John grabbed her carefully by her hair and turned her head until she was looking straight up. Then all three brothers stepped in closer and let her have it at close range. Gary pinched her under her chin until she opened her mouth wide, and then all three Wiederbold brothers aimed their piss right into the warm, dark hole. Donna swallowed their piss as fast as she could, but in an instant the trio had turned her beautiful face into a decorative piss fountain. The piss flowed down over her perfect features like stinking gold.

"Oh my!" Joel shouted, looking at the triple piss shower his brothers were giving the enslaved sexy blonde. "Oh my! Get ready, Miss Fairchild, I'm going to cum!"

"This ought to be good," Gary said, draining the last of his piss down into the beaten landlady's wide blue eyes. "I'll bet she's never felt anything like this before."

Then the first bolt of Joel's cum blasted up inside her. Donna screamed, blinking burning orange piss from her eyes as she looked down over the squirming length of her tortured body. As she did, another blast hammered inside her and she almost doubled up with agony.

Joel's cum blasted into her like grapeshot, propelled by the huge cannon of his cock. Donna yelped helplessly as she felt it slam into the back of her cunt, then sizzle into the tender, tattered flesh as it drooled back through the rest of her pussy. By the time the fourth blast had exploded into the deepest recesses of Donna's cunt, frothy jism was pouring back out over her pussylips in a gooey wave.

Joel laughed as his cum spilled back out of the sexy blonde's pussy, and he scooped up, handfuls of the slimy cock-cream and smeared it all over her body. There was cunt-cream and traces in the sticky muck as he lathered it over Donna's tits and stomach.

"Pull it out and let her see what a shot's really like," John said. "Come on, Joel, do it before you start running low."

"Certainly, brother," Joel said, his face a mask of dreamy pleasure. He slopped a handful of his cock-cream on top of the golden mound of Donna's pussy hair, then slid off her and pulled his huge cock from her pussy. "Open wide, Miss Fairchild. I'm going to try for your mouth, but my aim might be a little off."

Donna gasped with relief when Joel pulled his cock out of her. Her cunt felt as though someone had drive a truck inside it and spent half the night ramming into the walls trying to finds good spot to park. Her savaged pussy felt like there was still a cock inside it. She had never imagined that she could feel so open down there, and she wondered if this was how women felt right after they had given birth.

Then Joel's cock erupted again, and she stopped thinking about anything. The cum arched up an impossible three feet over her body, and it looked to the ravished beauty like one huge sperm cell, the head fat and gluey, the tail flailing back like a tadpole's. She was so amazed at the size of the cum-wad that she watched it, unmoving, as it came crashing down onto her face.

"Bull's-eye!" Brad cried happily.

Donna's head slammed back hard against the hood as the wad of jism exploded over her face. The huge gooey glob hit her right across the bridge of her nose, and for a terrible instant, Donna thought her nose was broken. She was stunned front the impact of the hugh cum-wad, and shook her head like a dazed animal as warm tacky jizz drooled down all over her pretty face. An instant later, a second streamer came crashing down.

Donna's red lips were smashed painfully against her teeth, and then her mouth was flooded with more sticky cock-cream than it could hold. Cum ran into her upturned nose in twin, rushing rivers. Donna spit jism and sneezed jism and swallowed huge gluey gulps of sticky cum. Her eyes were burning with cum, but she managed to blink them open just in time to see the third geyser splash down. It exploded off her forehead like a fragmentation bomb, and it dropped a curtain of cum over Donna's eyes that glued her long lashes tightly together.

Joel milked more cum out of his monstrous, jerking cock. He had already drenched Donna's beautiful, haughty face with oozing cum. Now he plastered her tits and stomach with an even deeper coat of slushy fuck-slime. By the time he let the last fat droplets of cum drip from his still-hard cock, Donna's slim, sexy body was soiled from her blonde hair to her blonde cunthair. Joel slapped the fat head of his cock against Donna's drooping pussylips, then looked up at his brothers.

"If you're satisfied now, could you turn Miss Fairchild over for me? I'd like to fuck her ass now."

At first, the words refused to penetrate Donna's clouded mind. Even as Brad and John loosened the thin chains that bound her wrists and Gary grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.

Donna wasn't sure what was happening. Then the fog of sex and pain and shame and booze parted a little and the meaning of Joel's words struck base. When the giant man's strong hands pried her lush asscheeks apart, she knew what was going to happen.

"Oh no!" she cried softly to herself, her tears loosening the gluey cum blinders that sealed her eyes shut. She stared down vacantly at the ground as Joel propped the head of his cock against her tiny, virgin shitter. "Please stop! Can't take anymore! Can't stand it! Oh please, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Do her!" John yelled. He picked the belt up off the ground and slapped it viciously across Donna's already-welted back. "Fuck that dirty asshole wide ope."

"No!" Donna moaned softly as Joel began to lean against the tiny bud of her asshole. "No! No! No, no, no!"

It felt as though she were being impaled on some huge wooden staff. It felt as if her asscheeks were being pushed apart by a huge wooden awl. It felt like she was shitting out her whole stomach at once. Instead, she was being fucked up her virgin asshole by afoot and a half long cock, and Donna wondered if that wasn't worst than any of the things she had imagined.

Her tiny shitter tensed tightly shut against the horrible slab of meat, but Joel's cock was slick with a slippery mix of fuckjuices and stronger than a length of lead pipe. The head of his cock was five times the size of Donna's tiny asshole, but as he pressed forward, smashing into her the unyielding metal of the truck hood, the path of least resistance began to open. His brothers whooped with excitement as the very tip of his cockhead fucked into the trapped landlady's virgin shitter.

Cramps tore through Donna's sleek body, making her squirm and twist like a dying butterfly as Joel pinned her with his massive prick. Cramps froze her creamy asscheeks into silky walls of shuddering granite. Cramps flared up through her back from the overwhelmed muscles of her shitter. Cramps twisted up through her stomach and down through her trembling thighs. Even Donna's toes and arms tensed uncontrollably from the inhuman pressure of Joel's cock against her asshole.

She pressed her face against the hot metal of the truck's hood and prayed for unconsciousness. She could feel each muscular ring inside her ass pop as it tore loose under the irresistible force of Joel's mammoth cock. She felt her tiny asshole stretch to ten times its normal size by the thigh-thick stalk of Joel's prick, felt it reach the bursting point as he drove his huge cock head deeper inside her.

There was an audible pop as the full, fat head of Joel's cock fucked into Donna's overwhelmed asshole. A moment later, there was a long, loud farting noise, and the Wiederbold brothers all laughed mockingly and called Donna dirty names. The crazed little blonde wriggled frantically for a moment, then fell limp and exhausted against the hood of the truck. She heaved a tiny sigh of sorrow, tears running down her checks. Joel had torn his way into her shitter.

"Now do it!" John screamed. "Belly-flop the bitch! Give her eighteen!"

"Seventeen and a half," Joel said mildly. "She's so fucking tight. I've never ass-fucked a virgin before."

Black spots were dancing in front of Donna's face, but Gary stooped down beside her and started rubbing ice from the cooler all over her face. She wanted to kill him for keeping her awake through this horror, but she couldn't even muster the energy to call him a name. The pain radiating out from her torn shitter bad paralyzed her. She could barely even draw a breath.

She felt a rush of air as Joel launched himself off his feet. Then she felt his cock stabbing down inside her, not just a little bit at a time, but inch after pain drenched, ass-ripping inch fucking into her body.

Joel's cock fucked deeper and higher up inside her, powered forward by three hundred pounds of pressure. It tore through Donna's shitter like a sharp knife through half-melted butter. Donna thought she could feel it ripping through her stomach, poking through her lungs and up between her shoulder blades. Then Joel's body crashed down on top of her and she didn't know anything for a while.

When she came to, Joel was fucking her ass to pieces. Her shitter felt like it was filled with lava, and each plunge of Joel's huge cock up her ravaged asshole made a wet, slurping sound. Gary had emptied the ice water from the cooler on her face, and Donna gasped and sputtered weakly. Joel fucked her nearly to death with his cock while Gary opened another can of beer and poured it aver her open lips.

"She's so damned tight," Joel muttered. "So tight. I'm not going to last long. Oh my, I'm cumming! Oh my, you sweet little stuck-up whore!"

Donna could feel his prick poking around inside her deeper than any man's cock was meant to reach, and she was certain that there was no way she could be fucked so completely without some kind of damage being done. Even with Gary pouring ice water all over her face, she couldn't seem to come more than half awake. Everything around her seemed blurry and strange, and the voices of the four Wiederbold brothers seemed to be coming from very far away.

The first bolt of Joel's jism knocked Donna's head against the truck's windshield. The second filled stomach with a fire that burned her up.

Joel fucked his big cock back and forth as fast as could through the ruins of the little blonde's shitter. Blood from the spots where he had torn her streaked his giant cock. Now his cum frothed out over his cock too, dribbling in a pink mix to the hot gravel.

Donna moaned and muttered under her breath, her eyes fixed and her spit dribbling unnoticed down over her chin. Joel pulled his slimy cock out of her torn, sloppy asshole and walked around to her face, and she looked at his blood-stained prick with vacant, beaten eyes. Her asshole still felt like it was being fucked by his big prick.

"Lick it clean, Miss Fairchild," he said mildly. "After all, it is your mess."

Donna's pink tongue flickered weakly out from her month, licking any the streaks of blood and shit and cum from Joel's awful cock. Tears ran down her pretty face at this final degradation. They had fucked away a lifetime of decency in one afternoon. Donna knew that licking the blood of her own torn, raped asshole was the final admission that the Wiederbold brothers were her masters. The taste of shit and jism and unwashed cock was nothing compared to that.

But at least it was over. They had gang-raped her until she didn't have the strength to move, tortured her until every inch of her body burned and ached with pain. They had ravaged her cunt and asshole and drained the piss from their cocks all over her face and body. But at least they were done. Even now Brad and John were unchaining her hands from the mirrors. She wasn't even going to drive home right away. She was just going to lie down in her car and rest for a while. Maybe even sleep.

"Turn her over," Gary said.

Donna's heart froze and she uttered a long, high wail of despair as Brad and John flipped her over on her back and locked her wrists back up to the rear-view mirrors. While they worked, Joel and Gary pulled Donna's legs wide apart and tied her feet to the far corners of the front bumper. Donna moaned weakly with pain and resignation as she lay spread-eagled on the hood of the truck.

"Now let's see about all these nasty violations," Gary said brightly, following his brothers back to the cab of the truck. "Maybe once you give the place an inspection, we can get you to change your mind."

"Let's drive around a little bit first, though," John said. "So we can show off our new toy to everybody who knows her."

"Why that's such a very nice idea," Joel said, climbing onto the bed of the truck. "I think that would be a very nice thing for you to do."

Donna cried as the truck started up, feeling the harsh afternoon sun beat down on her brazenly displayed naked body. She felt like some kind of hunting trophy that had been put on exhibition so her owners could get congratulated by all their buddies.

She guessed that was exactly what she was. The rape and torture weren't over yet, and she was beginning to wonder if they ever would be.