Black spots were dancing in front of Donna's face, but Gary stooped down beside her and started rubbing ice from the cooler all over her face. She wanted to kill him for keeping her awake through this horror, but she couldn't even muster the energy to call him a name. The pain radiating out from her torn shitter bad paralyzed her. She could barely even draw a breath.
She felt a rush of air as Joel launched himself off his feet. Then she felt his cock stabbing down inside her, not just a little bit at a time, but inch after pain drenched, ass-ripping inch fucking into her body.
Joel's cock fucked deeper and higher up inside her, powered forward by three hundred pounds of pressure. It tore through Donna's shitter like a sharp knife through half-melted butter. Donna thought she could feel it ripping through her stomach, poking through her lungs and up between her shoulder blades. Then Joel's body crashed down on top of her and she didn't know anything for a while.
When she came to, Joel was fucking her ass to pieces. Her shitter felt like it was filled with lava, and each plunge of Joel's huge cock up her ravaged asshole made a wet, slurping sound. Gary had emptied the ice water from the cooler on her face, and Donna gasped and sputtered weakly. Joel fucked her nearly to death with his cock while Gary opened another can of beer and poured it aver her open lips.
"She's so damned tight," Joel muttered. "So tight. I'm not going to last long. Oh my, I'm cumming! Oh my, you sweet little stuck-up whore!"
Donna could feel his prick poking around inside her deeper than any man's cock was meant to reach, and she was certain that there was no way she could be fucked so completely without some kind of damage being done. Even with Gary pouring ice water all over her face, she couldn't seem to come more than half awake. Everything around her seemed blurry and strange, and the voices of the four Wiederbold brothers seemed to be coming from very far away.
The first bolt of Joel's jism knocked Donna's head against the truck's windshield. The second filled stomach with a fire that burned her up.
Joel fucked his big cock back and forth as fast as could through the ruins of the little blonde's shitter. Blood from the spots where he had torn her streaked his giant cock. Now his cum frothed out over his cock too, dribbling in a pink mix to the hot gravel.
Donna moaned and muttered under her breath, her eyes fixed and her spit dribbling unnoticed down over her chin. Joel pulled his slimy cock out of her torn, sloppy asshole and walked around to her face, and she looked at his blood-stained prick with vacant, beaten eyes. Her asshole still felt like it was being fucked by his big prick.
"Lick it clean, Miss Fairchild," he said mildly. "After all, it is your mess."
Donna's pink tongue flickered weakly out from her month, licking any the streaks of blood and shit and cum from Joel's awful cock. Tears ran down her pretty face at this final degradation. They had fucked away a lifetime of decency in one afternoon. Donna knew that licking the blood of her own torn, raped asshole was the final admission that the Wiederbold brothers were her masters. The taste of shit and jism and unwashed cock was nothing compared to that.
But at least it was over. They had gang-raped her until she didn't have the strength to move, tortured her until every inch of her body burned and ached with pain. They had ravaged her cunt and asshole and drained the piss from their cocks all over her face and body. But at least they were done. Even now Brad and John were unchaining her hands from the mirrors. She wasn't even going to drive home right away. She was just going to lie down in her car and rest for a while. Maybe even sleep.
"Turn her over," Gary said.
Donna's heart froze and she uttered a long, high wail of despair as Brad and John flipped her over on her back and locked her wrists back up to the rear-view mirrors. While they worked, Joel and Gary pulled Donna's legs wide apart and tied her feet to the far corners of the front bumper. Donna moaned weakly with pain and resignation as she lay spread-eagled on the hood of the truck.
"Now let's see about all these nasty violations," Gary said brightly, following his brothers back to the cab of the truck. "Maybe once you give the place an inspection, we can get you to change your mind."
"Let's drive around a little bit first, though," John said. "So we can show off our new toy to everybody who knows her."
"Why that's such a very nice idea," Joel said, climbing onto the bed of the truck. "I think that would be a very nice thing for you to do."
Donna cried as the truck started up, feeling the harsh afternoon sun beat down on her brazenly displayed naked body. She felt like some kind of hunting trophy that had been put on exhibition so her owners could get congratulated by all their buddies.
She guessed that was exactly what she was. The rape and torture weren't over yet, and she was beginning to wonder if they ever would be.
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.