Lashed and licked landlady

CHAPTER NINE

The Wiederbold brothers washed her and dressed her before they took her back outside, but the clothes they had dressed her in gave Donna no illusions about the nature of what she was going outside for.

She was dressed in a tight black corset, black garters and stockings, and six-inch black heels.

The corset left bare the creamy slopes of Donna's tits, and the lacy frill around the top barely obscured her long, stiff nipples. Likewise the silky black panties Gary had slid up over her legs did nothing but highlight Donna's tight, sexy ass and bulging pussy mound. The panties even had a slit in the crotch so that wisps of golden pussyhair peeked through the silky black.

Gary and his brothers made her stand in front of a mirror while they were dressing her, and Donna shivered with shame and arousal as their hands roamed freely over her body. They squeezed her tits, stroked their rough hands over her satiny stomach and smooth legs, pinched her ass and fingered her pussy and asshole. She had to open her mouth and kiss them when they wanted, and before they had finished dressing her, Donna had sucked the spit of all four brothers.

John closed one of her delicate, long-fingered hands over his cock and made her masturbate him while Joel combed out her hair. John made her catch his jism in the palm of her hand, and then Donna had to lick up the fuckjuice while all four brothers watched and made fun of her.

After she was dressed, Gary snapped an elegant, black leather collar around her thin, graceful throat. John snapped silver anklets around her ankles and Joel looped thin leather cuffs around her wrists. Then Gary drew a long silver chain through the loops and all of the cuffs, shackling the helpless blonde hand and foot. He held the end of the chain in his hand, and at the end of it was a long metal spike.

When the men had finished with her, Donna looked at herself in the mirror and her elegant face flushed a deep scarlet. In all of her life, the slender little blonde had never imagined she could look like this.

Gary led her through the house. Donna barely had the energy to walk, and it had been so long since she had worn high heels that every step seemed certain to tumble her flat on her face. But she followed him as he walked quickly through the dark, dirty house.

She didn't scream until Gary opened the door and she stepped out onto the porch. Even then, she only screamed once before she clamped her mouth tightly shut. She guessed that nothing Gary and his brothers did to her could surprise her anymore, but this time she knew she really had reached the bottom of the gutter.

She also knew at last why the Wiederbolds had driven her all over town before bringing her home the night before. They must have invited all of their friends over for a party.

The yard was crowded with men. Donna recognized a lot of them, and every familiar face she saw leering up at her sent another wave of shame and sorrow crashing through her body. The bums who hung around the train station had come, and so had the three men who worked at the town garbage dump. Half the drunks who hung out at Nelson's bar were waiting. Men from both the town's gas-stations were there, and so were the truckers who stopped to eat at Joe's Grill on their way through town.

There were close to a hundred men crowding the yard, and Donna knew what every one of them had come to see. But the faces that broke her spirits completely, reduced her to a shaking, sobbing mess, were right in the center of the front row. The mayor was there with the sheriff and his deputies, and a judge, three bankers and the newspaper editor stood beside them.

"You boys finally made yourself a real catch," the mayor said. "How much do you want?"

The old man had known Donna's father and had bounced Donna on his knee when she was a baby. Now, though, his cock was harder than it had been in years, already dripping pre-cum and jerking with excitement. Donna had been a stuck-up bitch since she had come back to town to run her father's businesses.

She acted like she was smarter and better than anyone else in town, like she was some kind of princess. Seeing her standing on the porch draped in chains and dressed like a whore almost gave the mayor a stroke. At that mount, he would have given everything he owned to have her for his personal slave girl.

"Fuck that," one of the bankers said, openly rubbing his cock-bulge through his pants. "If you're going to sell her, let us all bid. You can have a fucking auction."

A dozen other men raised their voices in agreement.

"Sorry, boys," Gary said, leading her down off the porch and through the tight crowd of men. "Our landlady's not for sale. She taught us all about how dumb it was to sell off your valuable property. But we are red-blooded, American horse traders. And while the little blonde whore might not be for sale, we'd sure as shit be willing to rent her."

Gary walked Donna toward a filthy mattress that lay about thirty feet away from the house. When they reached it, he held the metal stake that hung from her collar-chain against the ground. Joel stepped up with a hammer, and with one mighty blow, he hammered the stake into the ground.

"Show them your tits and cunt, whore," Gary said, slapping her across her face so hard that she fell to her knees. "Don't just stand around looking like some stuck-up cunt!"

Donna tried not to cry, but she couldn't help herself. Tears squirted down her checks in fastmoving rivers, and her slender, sultry body shook with the force of her crying. She bowed her head like the slave she was, unable to bear the lusting, mocking looks of the crowd of men. Her hands tremble as they pushed againist the lower curves of her tits. Men whooped and hollered when they saw her touching herself, and Donna whimpered with unbearable shame at the thought that she really was nothing but a whore, a fuck-toy for a mob of men.

"Ain't so high and mighty now, are you, cocksucker?" one of the deputies snarled.

"Tell me about the fucking zoning laws, you asslicking bitch," the mayor rasped. "This is the business you belong in, you cock-teasing slut, spreading your legs and lips like a bitch dog in heat!"

Donna cried helplessly, shaking at the idea of how completely she had been defiled. Her hands moved slowly over her tits, squeezing and rubbing the flesh through the corset. She stroked the bare flesh of her tits creamy upper slopes, then pushed down the corset to reveal her swollen pink nipples. As the men shouted their contempt and appreciation, she tugged and tweaked her nipples.

"Play with those tits, Donna," the sheriff said. "I haven't seen nipples like that since this little whore I had on leave during the war. Is that what you are, Donna? A little blonde whore? I guess you ain't much more than that now."

Donna whimpered with shame, but her cunt was catching on fire. She tore at her nipples with one hand and trailed her other hand down across her stomach, down over her garter belt and black silk panties. Her legs trembled, and she moaned with pleasure as her fingernails scratched across the swollen lips of her cunt.

It made her sick, but the degradation and the humiliation were turning her on.

"Lie down and spread your legs," Gary said. "Let the guys see your scummy little cunt while you play with yourself."

Without a moment's hesitation, Donna fell back onto the mattress. She dug the heels into the ratty cushion and lifted her ass off the ground as she scratched her nails over her puffy cunt. With her legs spread wide, the slit in the panties pulled fully open, displaying her cunt and the crack of her ass for the crowd's inspection.

Donna worked one hand over her swollen nipples and the other over her drooping red cuntlips as the men crowded, closer around the mattress. Her ass bucked a foot in the air, her silky asscheeks flexing with the tremors of passion that shook her sexy body. She fucked her middle two fingers into the dripping red gash of her cunt and scratched her thumb and her other two fingers over the heavy lips of her cunt. Her cunt was flushed almost crimson with lust, and pussy-cream glistened wetly in the morning sunlight as it drenched her fingers and seeped out to soak her silky black panties. At the same time, she pinched and twisted her nipples as though she was trying to tear them from her tits.

"Tell them you're a whore," Gary said. "Tell them you're a slut!"

"I'm a whore!" Donna screamed, staring frantically up at the multitude of faces that crowded in around her. "I'm a sleazy slut who'll fuck anything that walks. I do everything! Just tell me what you want! Ohhhhhh shiiiiiit! I'm cumming!"

Donna could hear the names the men called her, and the insults that made her writher with frenzied excitement. Her ass shot a foot into the air and she tucked her chin into her chest so she could tear at her silky tits with her teeth. She grabbed her cuntlips with both of her hands, twisting and tearing at them as if she wanted to rip her pussy open. She found the tiny bud of her clit and yanked on it until it peeked out between the swollen lips of her pussy. She tore at it wildly in full sight of the crowd of men, the fucked three fingers from her other hand up the tight channel of her shitter with one savage thrust.

"Cow!" someone shouted.

Donna wailed with the battering force of the orgasm that was twisting her insides into knots.

Donna clenched her right hand into a tight little fist and started forcing it up inside her spasming cunt.

"Slut!"

"Cocksucker!"

Every insult she heard made another climax rattle through her squirming body. The sleek little blonde caught her right nipple between her teeth and bit down until she left deep marks all around the rosy nub. She fucked her asshole with four fingers while she plunged her fist deep inside her wriggling cunt. She snapped at the air like a rabid dog, her eyes glazed and her chest heaving.

"Ass-licker!"

"Whore!"

"Pig!"

"I am!" Donna screamed, pounding her fist into her cunt as though she wanted to beat herself to death. "Whore! Pig! Nasty, nasty bitch! Okay, you lousy fuckers, I am a slut! I am a slut! Oh please, please no, I am a slut!"

"Knew hall the time in your heart, didn't you?" Gary asked. He nodded to Joel and the big man stepped up beside the mattress.

"I'm sure you all know the story about how Tom Sawyer managed to have the painting done on a white picket fence without doing a bit of work himself," Joel said. "My brothers and I have a similar problem we would like your help in solving. It seems that we are to be evicted unless we can repair the shingles on our roof. But in this hot weather, it really is too much of a job for just the four of us. We are reasonable, though. Wt don't expect you to help us for free."

"That's right," John said. "You lay a shingle, you get a fuck. Line right up, boys. Lay as many as you think you can manage."

For a moment, there was silence as the crowd of men looked at the writhing, sex-crazed blonde beauty. Then, as one, they raced for the ladders.

Donna moaned with lust and horror at the thought of being gang-banged again. This time there would be a hundred men fucking and mauling her tender body. Donna fucked her fist inside her cunt and waited for the first man to reach her.