Blake Garfield - Lashed and licked landlady

"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.