Lashed and licked landlady

CHAPTER SIX

They drove around for almost an hour with. Donna chained on the hood of their truck. The trip was a long, foggy nightmare for Donna, but three or four times she spotted people she knew, and once or twice she was certain they had seen her as well. One woman who Donna was certain had seen her was Cathy Toben, whose husband owned a chain of supermarkets. In Cathy's face, Donna had seen a mix of revulsion and contempt, but there had also been something else, and that something looked like excitement. Donna remembered hearing that the Wiederbold brothers got all their groceries for free, and she wondered if Cathy had ever been subjected to anything like this.

More than a dozen times, voices had called out to the Wiederbold brothers. Donna had burned with degradation every time someone had called out to ask who she was and one of the Wiederbolds had shouted back that it was the rich landlady who had thought she was queen of the town. Once Gary had even stopped the truck and let some huge, dirty fat man come over and stick his fingers up inside her fucked-out cunt and asshole. Gary had fed her another beer while the man was feeling her up, and by the time she had swallowed the last of it. Donna's head was swimming. The man asked if he could fuck her, but Gary had told him no.

Donna moaned with relief when the truck coasted to a stop in the Wiederbolds' filthy backyard, then giggled hysterically at the thought that she was relieved to be at the home of the men who had tortured and raped her.

To her surprise the Wiederbold brothers walked away from her when they got out of the truck. She moaned gratefully and closed her eyes. Maybe they would leave her alone for while and let her get a little rest. She would be alright if she could only rest for a little while.

Suddenly Gary was standing at the front of the truck with a big green garden hose in his hands. His brothers were gathered around behind him, waiting. Donna tensed at the sight of the garden hose, knowing what Gary was going to do and burning with shame at the thought of it. She didn't even rate a shower around here, she thought sadly. Just hose her down and get started on covering her in filth again.

The first blast of cold water hit her between the legs, and Donna's heart skipped a beat at the freezing rush of water. Gary played the water up and down her long, tapering legs, then pushed the stream up higher, over the quivering flat plain of her stomach and the twin, sharp peaked mountains of her tits.

Donna shivered at the sudden cold, gooseflesh coursing down over her arms, tits and stomach in a single, solid wave. Her teeth chattered helplessly and she looked from one Wiederbold brother to the next.

"Got to get you good, whore," Gary growled softly, stepping in close to her and playing the swift stream of water back down over her sexy, shivering body. "Got to clean you real good for what we're going to do next."

Donna knew what was coming now, and she had to bite back the scream that wanted to bubble out over her lips.

Gary let the water pulse through her golden blonde cunthair, then let it beat a steady tattoo over her swollen red pussylips. Finally he plunged the nozzle up inside her cunt and let the water fill her up.

Donna gasped with pain as the water fountained inside her. Joel stepped up with a bottle whiskey and jammed the mouth between her lips. Donna shook and coughed, trying to jerk her mouth off the bottle and her cunt off the hose, but there was nothing she could do to stop the two brothers. Her tattered cunt filled with numbing, ice-cold water, and a steady stream of burning, blinding whiskey gurgled into her empty stomach.

Gary yanked the hose from her cunt and plunged it into her ass, and Donna squeaked with the shock of getting an ice-water enema. The freezing water washed out the tiny wounds from the savage fucking that Joel had given her and flushed his drying jism back out of her ass. At the same time, Joel was force-feeding her more and more of the whiskey, making her swallow it until her lips and tongue felt thick and useless and her throat and stomach burned like fire.

"She's a beautiful bitch," Gary said. "I don't know, boys, what do you think about keeping her?"

"Can we do that?" Brad asked, jumping up in the air with excitement. "Can we keep one for good?"

"She is rather old," Joel said in his whiny voice, pouring another shot of whiskey into Donna's waiting mouth. Donna gulped down the liquor happily and waited for the next mouthful. "While she is the most beautiful bitch we've ever played with, I would remind you that she has at best ten to fifteen years of prime sexiness left. Who wants a fifty-year-old slut?"

"Fuck it," John said, stepping around to the end of the truck with Gary just as his older brother shut off the hose. "We can always throw her out later. Ten years with a cunt as fine as this one's worth a hundred with most of these little teenage sluts we've been fucking around with."

"And think of the money," Gary said with a thin smile. "All the property and stocks and bank accounts her fucking father left her. Fuck, I might even marry the slutty whore."

"Yeah," John said. "Get it all signed over to you, then kick her out without a nickel to her fucking name. That'll teach her for fucking with us!"

Donna started laughing again, and she could barely stop to take another drink of whiskey when Joel poured it down her throat.

"Joel has a bigger cock," she said, and then giggled again, rolling her head from side to side. "But I guess you are the oldest."

"Maybe you can marry all four of us," Gary said while the others laughed at Donna and called her filthy names. "Would you like that? Marry all five feet of us?"

"Five feet?" Donna was momentarily puzzled. Then started laughing. "All five feet! Oh shit! All five feet of big, hard cock!"

Memories of her rape and torture flooded back over her drunken mind and she started to cry. They had fucked her over and over again with their big cocks. For some reason the thought of all those inches of throbbing, dripping prickmeat started a burning itch inside her sore, battered pussy. Donna cried harder at the thought that she was losing control of herself, at the degradation of getting excited in the presents of her rapists.

Then Gary did something that brought a cry of shock and amazement from her bruised lips. He dropped to his knees between her legs and plunged mouth onto her pussy.

"That feels good doesn't it?" Joel asked, his voice low. He gave her another shot of whiskey and then took a huge swallow for himself. He held the whiskey in his mouth as he lowered his face to hers, and Donna knew what he was going to do.

She jerked and trembled as Gary's tongue and lips went to work on her swollen pussy. A moment later, she felt another mouth working on her soft inner thighs, and she gasped at the realization that John had joined his older brother at sucking her pussy. Then Joel's mouth clamped down over her moistly parted lips and her throat filled with another load of whiskey.

Donna felt as though she was floating through the air as the whiskey burned its way down through her stomach. She knew that she was close to passing out from being drunk, and that Gary and his brothers had purposely brought her to this state so that they could further humiliate and enslave her.

Joel's tongue twisted around hers as he drooled his spit into her mouth. At the same time, Brad draped himself over her silky stomach and fastened his lips to one of her hard nipples while he worked over the other with his fingers. Gary and John had each plunged a finger up her swollen asshole, and Gary had a finger slicing up into her cunt. Donna felt her hips bucking involuntarily up off the hood of the car, and she wasn't able to stop it.

The whiskey had stolen her will, and now Donna was helpless against the rising wave of excitement that splashed through her body. Brad was working over both of her nipples with his strong fingers, pinching and tweaking them while his tongue drew shivery wet designs all over the quivering, silky hollow of her stomach.

Joel was better at kissing than any man she had ever dated. His tongue seemed to massage every inch of her mouth at once. Donna started kissing him back, her tongue and lips drawn into action by the passion with which he was kissing her. When his mouth pulled away from hers, she cried out in disappointment, but she sighed with relief a moment later when his skilled tongue whipped over the tip of her upturned nose and then flicked down over her cheek to her chin.

There were no words in her vocabulary to describe what Gary and John were doing to her. She had simply never felt anything like it before. There were a total of six fingers pistoning in her sloppy cunt, and five more fucking her swollen ass. John was squirming his mouth over her swollen pussylips, massaging the fragile folds of flesh. At the same time Gary's face was pressed deeper into her cunt, and his tongue was doing things to her that she would have never imagined were possible.

"Do you love this?" Joel asked as he bit his way softly across her graceful throat and beck up over the curve of her chin toward her mouth. "Tell us if you love it. Hearing you say it would make us happy."

"I love it!" Donna moaned, her words slurred from the booze and thickened with lust. As drunk as she was, the admission made her burn with shame.

A small, sober part of her mind cringed in humiliation at the way she was degrading herself in front of her captors. "I love it! Oh guys, I really love this! I – oh fuck, shit, piss, damn, what are you doing to me? Oh fuck, I think I'm cumming! I think I'm fucking cumming, you lousy bastards!"

Gary's teeth bit down hard on the buzzing nub of her cunt and his tongue flickered at lightning speed back and forth across the tiny, trapped bud. A climax crashed through the helpless, sexy blonde. She jerked her hips six inches off the truck's hood, arched her tits up into Brad's molesting hands and whipped her tongue into Joel's mouth the instant he clamped his lips back over hers. Things were exploding inside her that she had never even known were there. It was the first orgasm she had ever experienced, and Donna loved it.

"We got her!" John shouted, raising his sloppy face from Donna's marshy cunt. "We made the bitch cum!"

"We've only made her cum once so far," Gary said, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and plunging his face back down into the humid gash of Donna's cunt. "You can start patting yourself on the back when we reach ten."

"Here," Joel said, taking a break and tipping the bottle of whiskey upside-down over the squirming little blonde's open mouth, "have a little drink."

Donna guzzled down the whiskey while she gasped for breath.

Her whole body was trembling with the aftershocks the orgasm. She arched her tits up off the truck hood and Brad responded by pushing the lush cones together and slurping at both of her long, hard nipples at the same time. She tried to squeeze her thighs around the heads of the two men who were sucking her off, but whined with frustration when the chains around her ankles kept her from moving her legs more than a couple of inches. She lapped her tongue eagerly over Joel's dirty, bearded face when he leaned back down to kiss her.

"You dirty bastards!" she whispered, tears still sparkling in her eyes. "What are you doing to me? What the hell are you turning me into?"

"A whore, my dear Miss Fairchild," Joel said with a smirk before he smashed his lips down on her once more. "Just a fucking sleazy whore. Don't worry, you'll love it."

Donna tried to jerk her face away from him when he kissed her. After a moment, though, she forgot why she was doing that and whipped bar tongue up to meet his as they squirmed their lips together. A few moments later, another orgasm crashed through her curvy, doll-like body and she bucked and twisted until the chain popped loose from her right ankle. She wrapped her leg tightly around the back of Gary's head.

Her third climax came the first time John fucked his tongue up the tender chute of her asshole. She came again when Gary pinched her clit with his fingers and blew into her cunt at the same time. After each orgasm Joel gave her another shot of whiskey, and by the time she had cum the ninth time, she thought that she was in love with all four of the brothers and she hoped that somehow she really could arrange to marry them all. Finally, after what seemed like too short a time, Gary had the others unfasten the chains and dump her onto the ground.

"Can you do something for me?" Gary asked pleasantly when she had tumbled into the long grass of the yard. He wiped her pussy-cream from his face and leaned down close to her. "Do you think you could walk somewhere for me?"

Donna nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to tell Gary that she loved him or hated him, so she just nodded and pushed herself to her feet. Every part of her body hurt horribly when she did, but she did her best to ignore the pain. She took one step before the cramps tore through her legs and stomach and made her fall flat on her face.

She tried to get up and she fell again, pain shooting through her slender, sexy body from a hundred different places. After she fell the third time, Gary told her that it was okay to crawl, and she licked the top of one of his dirty boots to thank him. Even crawling sent bolts of hellish pain shooting through her body, but she knew that she had to do whatever Gary and his brothers wanted. Whenever she got off track, they kicked her in her sides and ass to get her going back in the right direction. Before long, the drunken, broken landlady started to smell something awful.

Donna slipped one hand back under her body as she crawled, scratching her long fingernails over the puffy, sex-drenched lips of her cunt. Her whole crotch was a sloppy mess again, but this time it was from the waves of pussy-cream that had seeped from her cunt while Gary and his brothers were making her cum. She moaned with lust at just the thought of their hands and mouths pleasuring her body, and she fucked two fingers up inside her swollen pussy. An orgasm shuddered through her body the instant her nails scratched over her buzzing little cunt, and she fell back on her haunches as flaming pleasure sizzled through her swampy little cunt.

"You really love that, don't you, whore?" Gary asked, nudging her chin with the toe of his boot.

"I love it," Donna said breathlessly, rubbing both bands over her cunt now that she had stopped moving. She licked Gary's filthy boot again, then dragged her swollen lips dirty leather. "I love you, too! I all of you so much!"

"What a slutty fucking cow," John said with a laugh. He kicked her hard, first in one tit and then in the other. "Get your ass moving, you slutty old pig! Your wallow's just up ahead!"

Donna didn't see it until she fell into it, and even then it took her a few moments to realize that they had made her crawl into the cesspool that had helped to get them evicted. The stench was so bad that she could barely breathe, and as she tumbled helplessly forward, her face dipped under the muddy muck of the filth pit. When she came up, vomit was rumbling in her throat and her face was caked with muck.

"You bastards!" she cried, far more sober than she had been just seconds before. The filth of the pit burned into her injured flesh like some corrosive acid. "You dirty, motherfucking creeps!"

"We never even knew our mother, actually," Joel said, grabbing Donna by her filth-crusted hair and dragging her up far enough for him to lock a spiked metal collar around her throat. "So we certainly didn't fuck her. Since you're a bit older and more mature than we are, I was rather hoping you could be the mother we never had."

Donna slid back into the muck, crying helplessly in shame and despair. She could smell shit and piss and things that stank even worse. The metal collar around her neck was connected to a chain, which was connected to a big steel anvil.

"And the first thing you can do for us, mom," Gary said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, dripping cock, "Is return the favor we did you back on the truck. Who knows, if you suck us all off real good, we might even let you have a couple of hours sleep."

Donna cried helplessly as Gary pulled her back out of the pit by her blonde hair. But she opened her mouth, and her tongue was wagging even before the dripping head of Gary's cock pushed past her sex swollen lips.