Blake Garfield - Lashed and licked landlady

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."