Rape a virgin aunt

CHAPTER SEVEN

Donna stared at the crowd of boys that Mark had gathered, unable to look away, unable to believe the feelings that were skittering through her lean body. There were at least twenty boys mobbed around her, many with their cocks already in hand, all wearing the same look of violent desire. Donna knew they were going to assault her helpless, sexy body, that she was about to become the victim of a gangbang that might ruin her gorgeous body forever. Her cunt was on fire.

Mark pulled her off the hood of her car and Donna tumbled weakly to the ground. The repeated rapes and cruel bondage her nephews had subjected her to had taken their toll on the sultry blonde. Her legs felt like limp strands of spaghetti and they didn't seem to fit to her body quite right. Mark spun her around in the dirty gravel and spread her arms and legs out wide. Boys gathered around her, blocking out hervision of the movie screen and the dark night sky. Donna looked at their cocks instead, and listened to the running of car engines all around her.

Strong, cold chains were circled around Donna's wrists and ankles, and her arms and legs were pulled even wider and tighter. Donna smelled car exhaust and she wondered what was going on. There seemed to be an awful lot of engines running just beyond the circle of boys.

She screamed when Wayne pushed the boys back and she saw what was happening. She screamed again when Mark gave the signal to start. Icy fear knifed through the lust that tickled her captive.

The chains that looped around Donna's wrists and ankles led to the rear bumpers of four different cars, each one pointed to a different point on the compass. They all moved forward at once, and Donna squeezed her eyes tightly shut, unwilling to believe that she was going to die in such a horrible fashion.

Pain scissored through her slender arms and long, lean legs as the chains were pulled taut. Tearing, rending agony tore at her shoulders and hips as the tension pulled her off the gravel, suspending her in midair a foot and a half off the ground. Her full tits pulled flat on her chest and the tendons stood out in bold relief down the insides of her silky thighs.

"Okay, guys, switch them to neutral." Mark stepped up and patted Donna affectionately on her tight, flat stomach. "Don't worry, Aunt Bitch, the ground's pretty flat here. Fuck, we don't want to tear off any of the good parts."

"Oh fuck," one of the new boys said. "Look at her. How'd you guys ever get a bitch as beautiful as this? This is the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen!" It was the truth. Stretched out as she was, every inch of Donna's magnificent body was on open display. She looked even taller and leaner with her slim arms and sleek legs pulled so wide. Every perfectly toned muscle stood out beneath her velvety skin. Her flat stomach and lush asscheeks were pulled tight by the stretch. Even Donna's full tits were pulled flat by the terrible strain. They looked more sexy than ever.

Her silky, flawless skin was flushed with strain and bathed in sweat. Her head dangled backward, her long, golden hair trailing down to the ground. She looked like a virgin, ready to be sacrificed to some dark God of sex.

Nearly fifty boys had gathered by now, and every one of them wanted to the the first to make her service his cock.

Mark grabbed Donna by her long, blonde hair and jerked her head up so that she could see the swarm of hardcocked boys who were waiting for her. Insanely grateful to her nephew for not having torn her apart, Donna rubbed her soiled cheek against his hip.

"Thank you," she whispered gratefully, turning her head to the side so she could kiss and lick Mark's fingers. "I'll fuck anybody you want me to! I'll suck anything! I'll eat anything! You can do anything to me you want! I love you! I love it! I love everything!"

"Listen to this old whore," Mark said with a sneer, pushing his fingers between Donna's lush lips until her mouth was stretched obscenely wide around his hand and her words were incomprehensible. "Fuck, you'd think she was telling us something we didn't know."

"When can we fuck her?" one of the boys asked. His cock was dripping fuck-lube like a leaky faucet.

"In a little bit," Mark said, tucking his thumb in under his fingers and fucking his whole hand into his sexy aunt's mouth. "Look at the slutty whore! This sexy old bitch is hotter for fucking than any of you jerks! I want to make her squirm a little before she gets to!"

"Let me help you," Wayne said, snapping the radio antenna off Donna's expensive car. He swished the metal switch through the air with a flick of his wrist. "I think I can make her squirm a bit."

Donna screamed as Wayne whipped the antenna down across her velvety, flat belly. She looked down at her stomach, half expecting to see a deep bloody gash. Instead there was only a thin red welt. "You like that, Aunt Donna?" Wayne asked, an evil gleam in his eyes as he whipped the antenna down across her thighs. "You like the way this old antenna feels whipping down on your slutty body?"

Donna moaned in agony from the pain of the lashing. Wayne brought the antenna singing down across her legs a half dozen times, each blow harder than the last. She struggled helplessly against her chains, maddened by lust and pain and the knowledge that no matter what the boys decided to do with her, there was no hope for escape.

"Let me hear you beg," Wayne said, whipping the tender insides of Donna's thighs. "Beg me to whip you, bitch. Tell me how to whip your sexy little bod."

Donna twisted vainly against the chains that held her spread-eagled in midair. Every slash of the antenna against her soft white inner thighs drove her a little more insane. She looked around and all she could see were lusting male faces and stiff cocks. She whimpered like a beaten animal, the purring in her throat half pain and half desire.

"Here you go, bitch," Mark said, stepping back up beside her with his cock in hand. "Here's a little something special for you."

"Yes!" Donna moaned, her voice throaty with lust and frantic with pain. "Fuck me with your big, beautiful cock! Stick it inside me! Fuck me to death!"

"Fuck yourself, whore," Mark said, and started pissing.

Donna wailed in shame and frustration as the mob of boys laughed and Mark emptied his bladder all over her long, lean body. Mark splashed piss over her big, stiff-nippled tits. He let his piss sizzle into the silky, welted skin of her flat tummy and shapely thighs. He pissed in her face, and hard as Donna tried, she couldn't keep her mouth closed to the burning yellow liquid.

Wayne whipped the antenna over the silky, rounded cheeks of Donna's ass, bringing the metal wand up against her bouncing cheeks with vicious underhand blows. Donna's swollen cunt snapped open and shut like a mouth with every stinging lash, drooling pussy-cream in a steady, trickling stream.

She gulped on Mark's piss as though it were the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. Every burning swallow made her tits tingle and her cunt burn.

The boy who had shouted stepped between Donna's legs and aimed his hard cock at the peeled back lips of her swollen pussy. For an instant, the delirious blonde's heart soared at the thought that he was going to fuck her, but her nephew started pissing instead, blasting a blistering spray of piss directly between the fluttering folds of Donna's cunt-lips.

"Piss on me!" Donna screamed, thrashing against her chains unffl her shapely body swayed and bounced in the air. "Piss on me! Piss in me! Oh fuck me, please fuck me! Why won't anyone fuck me?"

"You did without it for thirty fucking years, you piece of shit bitch!" Wayne growled, whipping the antenna across her bouncing hips and soft, flat stomach. "You're a cock-teasing cunt, Aunt Donna! Now we're giving you a little cunt teasing so you'll know what it feels like!"

The blast of piss inside her cunt was pushing Donna over the edge. She fucked on the stream of piss, her ass arching up at machine-gun speed. Her cunt snapped open and shut. She whipped her head from side to side, her long golden hair splashing abou her piss-soaked face.

"Fuck me!" she moaned desperately, her eyes wide and wild, her full lips quivering with passion. "You all want me! Look at your cocks! I'm beautiful, don't you want to fuck me? Please fuck me!"

"Shit, bitch," one of the boys said, rubbing his rock-hard cock. "This is almost better than fucking. I've never seen a slut put on a show this good."

Donna begged the boys to fuck her, pleaded with them, tried to entice them by shaking her tits and ass and shoving her pussy high into the air. She did a wild dance as she hung in the air, ignoring the tearing pain at her wrists and ankles.

Mark sprayed the last of his piss over her tits and the other boy dribbled the last of his into the furry blonde triangle of her cunt-hair, and Donna shrieked, caught just moments away from an orgasm.

"Hi, ass-sucker," Wayne said, grabbing Donna by a handful of her shimmering blonde hair and jerking her head up. "I want you to get a good look at this."

Donna screamed for mercy as Wayne brought the car antenna slashing down. Even before it laid a thin track of fire across her big, soft tits, she knew that the pain was going to be unbearable. When the antenna hit her tits, Donna couldn't breathe. She couldn't stop shaking. It felt like Wayne had sliced a piece of her tits away.

Then he hit her again. And again. And again.

Donna's face went pale and her screams quieted to silence as Wayne scored her tits with the antenna. She watched as if she was mesmerized as he methodicaly turned her tits a fiery shade of red. The first time he whipped the antenna down over one of her stiff pink nipples Donna bit her lip until blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth. After that she endured the cruel lashing in silence, her ragged breathing the only sound she made.

"You like that, cunt?" Wayne asked, bringing the whip down onto Donna's tits again and again. "You like that, piss-face? You like that, shit-licker?"

Tears streamed down Donna's pretty, dirtied face. Her perfect features were twisted with agony and stained with cum and piss. Her lush lips trembled as she opened her mouth to answer, but another slash from Wayne's whip cut off her voice.

Her slender, sultry body became still. She hung silently in midair, her shallow breathing her only movement. But slippery pussy-juice was trickling from her cunt in a waterfall torrent, and her pussy was crushing in on itself, clenching like a powerful fist.

"Tell me you like it!" Wayne shouted, slashing the antenna down into Donna's tits with every word he spoke. Donna had been beaten almost unconscious, but her body was stffl alive with pain-filled passion. "Tell me you like getting your tits whipped, you dirty guttercunt!"

"I love it," Donna whispered, her voice an urgent, lust-filled rasp. "I love getting my tits whipped! Oh shit, I love it when you hurt me! I love it when you fuck me! I love it all!"

"Right," Wayne said, straddling his sexy aunt's flat little tummy. "Now let's use these pretty tits for something a little different."

Donna walled in agony as Wayne settled his ass down on her stomach. His added weight on top of hers made the chains that circled her ankles and wrists bite deep into her tender flesh. Wayne slapped the car antenna across her haunches, making her buck and twist and causing the chains to hurt her even more.

The strain on her tired muscles was unbelievable. The gorgeous, conquered blonde felt certain that her arms and legs would be pulled from her body by the added stress. Even the pain Wayne dealt her by slashing the antenna against her hips and ass faded against the terrible, pulling agony of the chains.

"Give me that," Mark said to a boy holding a nearly full bottle of beer. When the kid handed it to him, Mark shook it violently, keeping his thumb over the top. "Don't get off on this, slut. I'm just cleaning out your scuzzy little cunt for some fun."

Donna whimpered with ecstasy as Mark shoved the fat neck of the bottle into her cunt and slipped his thumb off the top. The beer blasted up inside her pussy, filling the overheated cunt with bubbling pleasure. Donna's cunt clamped so tight on the neck of the bottle that for an instant she pulled it from Mark's hand.

She almost came from the stab of the boffle and the frothy splash of beer, but just as her pleasure was cresting, Mark jerked the bottle from her pussy.

"I told you not to get off on that, you sorry old whore!" Mark yelled, pouring the rest of the beer all over Donna's crotch. He pounded the bottom of the bottle into the soft pit of Donna's stomach, almost causing her to pass out. "You better learn to do what you're told, you worthiess fuckow! Just having a hot body and a pretty face isn't enough, and don't think you've made up for all your years of shit just because you want to get fucked now! You're nothing but a whore now, and a whore does what she's fucking told! Do you understand?"

"Tell Mark you understand," Wayne said, pinching Donna's stiff pink nipples between his fingers and twisting them until she gasped with pain.

"Yes, Mark!" Donna whimpered. "I'm a whore! I understand! But I'm so hot! Please let somebody fuck me! I'll fuck him real good!"

"Fuck me real good," Wayne hissed, grabbing the satiny mounds of Donna's tits and pushing them together. "Fuck me good with these pretty little tits."

Donna twisted under her nephew's weight, lost in a world of pain as he clapped his hands together over her rounded tits. The pain of having the full, silky mounds smashed together was almost as bad as that of having them whipped. Wayne still held the antenna that had tortured her so horribly, and Donna sensed that he wasn't finished assaulting her with the awful weapon.

"Oh yeah," Wayne said, driving his cock through the silky soft tunnel of Donna's tits. "That's sweet as your pussy, slut! You're sweet all over, aren't you, bitch? I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of fucking you up!" The pain was too much to bear. Wayne jerked his hips back and forth over her stomach, riding her as if she was a racehorse. The fucking made Donna's body rock like a hammock, tearing her wrists and ankles and pulling her slender arms and long legs past the breaking point. She could tell from the look in Wayne's eyes that he knew how much he was hurting her, and that the knowledge was turning him on even more. It started to turn Donna on too.

Her tits felt as though they were swelling, and the reddened skin prickled from the heat of Wayne's hands and cock. Every muscle in her long, lean body felt as if it had been set alight from the strain of being suspended in midair. Beer still bubbled inside her cunt, some of it pouring out now, soaking her sexy ass. The beer carried along jism and cunt-cream and piss, leaving her cunt clean and burning with need.

"Got to cum!" she moaned, no longer caring how much she shamed or degraded herself. She couldn't sink any lower than she already had. She was a slut now, a sex slave for a flock of teenaged boys. She might as well act like what she had become. "Got to cum, got to cum! Fuck me, you bastards! You're killing me! I can't stand it anymore!"

"Let me make you feel a little better," Mark said, and dropped to his knees between her legs. "The whore wants us to help her, guys. Who wants to give her a kiss?"

Donna shuddered with anticipation at the thought of her oldest nephew sticking his fat cock up her burning cunt. When she felt his tongue on her, she squealed in shock and delight. Mark was licking her cunt-lips!

"Fuck my tits!" she gasped, urging her pain-wracked body up against Wayne's hard fucking. "My tits are cumming, Wayne! Fuck them harder!"

"Crazy cunt," Wayne said, releasing one of her tits to lay three quick lashes of the antenna against the silky curve of one hip. "Mom's never going to believe how fucking easy it was to turn you into a whore."

Donna wailed in shame at her nephew's words, bucking her hips toward Mark's talented tongue. Dozens of boys were crowded around her now, and she stared at their hard, throbbing cocks and lusting faces. Mark was slithering his tongue up and down the swollen outer folds of her cunt, and Donna was sure she was going to climax any second.

A boy leaned over her head, twisting her face toward his and smashing his lips down over hers. He speared his tongue past her unresisting lips and kissed her so roughiy that her head ached. A boy knelt down at her side and clamped his mouth into the satiny hollow beneath Donna's right shoulder. The sleek, captive blonde jerked at the maddening tickle of his whipping tongue and nibbling teeth. A boy leaned down to lather his tongue over Donna's fevered cheeks, painting her beautiful face with a shiny coat of spit.

Everywhere boys were following Mark's lead and using their mouths to drive the subjugated beauty even wilder with passion. Teeth scraped over the velvety rise of her ribs, tongues traced odd designs on the shuddering flat plain of her stomach. Boys bit her nipples, holding her tits tight around Wayne's fucking cock so that her nephew could continue whipping her with the car antenna. Boys bit her creamy asscheeks until Donna squirmed in a desperate, futile attempt to escape their demonic biting. Boys licked and kissed and bit up and down the slender lengths of her arms and legs.

A mouth was on either side of her throat, biting and sucking until Donna felt sure she must be bleeding. Boys were sucking her fingers and toes. Boys were biting at the hollows of her elbows and knees and armpits, and at the soft curve where her thighs met her ass. The boys flocked to every sensitive spot on her helpless, gorgeous body, inflicting pain and pleasure on her in such a crazy guilt of sensation that before long Donna couldn't tell them apart, could only squlrm and buck and whimper in endless, mindless delirium.

Worst of all was the action in her vulnerable, wide-spread crotch. Half a dozen mouths were pressed into the tiny pocket, biting and licking and sucking and kissing, driving the last bits of reason from Donna's dazzled mind.

Mark was at the center, nibbling at her clit and fucking his tongue deep inside her pussy. But there were other mouths at work as well. A boy on either side of Mark's face was biting and pulling at Donna's swollen pink cunt-lips. A mouth was plastered to her tiny pink shitter, a tongue fucking the reamed-out channel. Boys were gnawing at her inner thighs and tearing at her golden cunt-hair.

Donna thought she was going to explode. She hadn't thought it was possible to be any closer to an orgasm than she already was, but somehow the gang-licking the boys were giving her was pushing her even closer. And somehow they were keeping her from tipping over the edge.

Donna thrashed and trembled with the overpowering lust that filled her body. The pain that flowered down through her arms and legs meant nothing to her now, and the whipping Wayne was giving her with the antenna only spurred her to greater heights of passion. Even with five mouths at work sucking up her pussyeam, her cunt-juices splattered the ground like a waterfall. Her clit throbbed frantically in Mark's mouth, and her pussy-lips qulvering between the lips that nursed on them. She had to cum, but somehow the boys were keeping her from orgasm.

"Slut!" Wayne shouted, fucking a red groove through the satiny white cleavage of Donna's tits. "Cumming, you dirty old whore! Gonna soak your filthy tits with some cum!"

"Me too!" Donna cried, her pleas muffled by a boy who was biting at her upper lip and lashing his tongue over the sliver of flesh he had trapped inside his mouth. "I want to cum too! Please let me cum!"

Wayne groaned as his first spurt of jism leapt through the tunnel of Donna's tits. Boys scattered as the long string of cock-slime drew a thick white line right down the center of the squlrming beauty's perfect face. The line of jism reached from the top of her crushed tits all the way to the bridge of her nose. Wayne's cock jerked again, and this time a fat wad of jism splattered over his gorgeous aunt's right cheek. His third blast bounced off her chin and soaked her throat with fuck-slinie.

Other boys lost control of themselves as they watched Wayne douse his writhing aunt in jism. A boy milked his cock right down on Donna's face, pouring cum down her left cheek until she looked as though she had been painted in dirty white. Two boys pushed their cocks against the dazed beauty's lushly parted lips and filled her mouth with cum. Donna swallowed jism and drooled jism, and the taste of cock-cream made her even hotter, but somehow Mark still kept her from climaxing.

Boys pelted Donna's squirming, sexy body with cum. Jism slapped against the shuddering hollow of her stomach. Jism splattered over Donna's full, silky tits. Boys streaked her golden hair with clotted, dirty silver and submerged her big blue eyes under lakes of cum. Donna's slender arms and long, shapely legs were striped and spotted with flying cock-slime.

"I'm ready!" Tony cried.

It seemed to Donna that he was calling from a million miles away, and she wondered where he had been while the other naughty boys had been teasing her so badly. He was such a sweet boy that she was sure he would make her cum. She just needed to call him over. "Tony!" she gurgled around a throatful of jism. "Where are you, Tony? Aunt Donna needs to cum! You'll make me cum, won't you?"

"Say pretty please," Tony said in his boyish voice, knowing now that his sexy aunt was completely broken, her personality shattered under the pain and lust and degradation he and his brothers had given her. "Say pretty please with sugar on top!"

"Pretty please with sugar on top!" Donna gurgled desperately, her hips surging wildly through the air as Mark and the other boys stepped away from her. "I'll be your piggy whore forever!"

"Well for the next five or ten years," Wayne said, tossing the antenna away. "Once you get to looking old, we'll toss you out on your smelly ass."

"Pretty please with sugar on top!" Donna screamed, burning with shame at Wayne's contempt and scorn, but burning much more fiercely with lust. "Please make me cum! Please, please, please, please!"

"Well," Tony said doubtfully, "if you're really sure. I've got the wires rigged up to the batteries, guys. Anytime you're ready, we can start shocking the shit out of her."

Through jism-clouded eyes Donna saw the dozens of rubber-coated wires with their dangerous, bared ends. There were enough of them for half the boys at least, and all of them were connected to the runmng cars that pinned her in place. Even through the cloud of lust that surrounded her, Donna knew that she would never survive what the boys were about to do.