"You dirty bastards!" she whispered, tears still sparkling in her eyes. "What are you doing to me? What the hell are you turning me into?"
"A whore, my dear Miss Fairchild," Joel said with a smirk before he smashed his lips down on her once more. "Just a fucking sleazy whore. Don't worry, you'll love it."
Donna tried to jerk her face away from him when he kissed her. After a moment, though, she forgot why she was doing that and whipped bar tongue up to meet his as they squirmed their lips together. A few moments later, another orgasm crashed through her curvy, doll-like body and she bucked and twisted until the chain popped loose from her right ankle. She wrapped her leg tightly around the back of Gary's head.
Her third climax came the first time John fucked his tongue up the tender chute of her asshole. She came again when Gary pinched her clit with his fingers and blew into her cunt at the same time. After each orgasm Joel gave her another shot of whiskey, and by the time she had cum the ninth time, she thought that she was in love with all four of the brothers and she hoped that somehow she really could arrange to marry them all. Finally, after what seemed like too short a time, Gary had the others unfasten the chains and dump her onto the ground.
"Can you do something for me?" Gary asked pleasantly when she had tumbled into the long grass of the yard. He wiped her pussy-cream from his face and leaned down close to her. "Do you think you could walk somewhere for me?"
Donna nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to tell Gary that she loved him or hated him, so she just nodded and pushed herself to her feet. Every part of her body hurt horribly when she did, but she did her best to ignore the pain. She took one step before the cramps tore through her legs and stomach and made her fall flat on her face.
She tried to get up and she fell again, pain shooting through her slender, sexy body from a hundred different places. After she fell the third time, Gary told her that it was okay to crawl, and she licked the top of one of his dirty boots to thank him. Even crawling sent bolts of hellish pain shooting through her body, but she knew that she had to do whatever Gary and his brothers wanted. Whenever she got off track, they kicked her in her sides and ass to get her going back in the right direction. Before long, the drunken, broken landlady started to smell something awful.
Donna slipped one hand back under her body as she crawled, scratching her long fingernails over the puffy, sex-drenched lips of her cunt. Her whole crotch was a sloppy mess again, but this time it was from the waves of pussy-cream that had seeped from her cunt while Gary and his brothers were making her cum. She moaned with lust at just the thought of their hands and mouths pleasuring her body, and she fucked two fingers up inside her swollen pussy. An orgasm shuddered through her body the instant her nails scratched over her buzzing little cunt, and she fell back on her haunches as flaming pleasure sizzled through her swampy little cunt.
"You really love that, don't you, whore?" Gary asked, nudging her chin with the toe of his boot.
"I love it," Donna said breathlessly, rubbing both bands over her cunt now that she had stopped moving. She licked Gary's filthy boot again, then dragged her swollen lips dirty leather. "I love you, too! I all of you so much!"
"What a slutty fucking cow," John said with a laugh. He kicked her hard, first in one tit and then in the other. "Get your ass moving, you slutty old pig! Your wallow's just up ahead!"
Donna didn't see it until she fell into it, and even then it took her a few moments to realize that they had made her crawl into the cesspool that had helped to get them evicted. The stench was so bad that she could barely breathe, and as she tumbled helplessly forward, her face dipped under the muddy muck of the filth pit. When she came up, vomit was rumbling in her throat and her face was caked with muck.
"You bastards!" she cried, far more sober than she had been just seconds before. The filth of the pit burned into her injured flesh like some corrosive acid. "You dirty, motherfucking creeps!"
"We never even knew our mother, actually," Joel said, grabbing Donna by her filth-crusted hair and dragging her up far enough for him to lock a spiked metal collar around her throat. "So we certainly didn't fuck her. Since you're a bit older and more mature than we are, I was rather hoping you could be the mother we never had."
Donna slid back into the muck, crying helplessly in shame and despair. She could smell shit and piss and things that stank even worse. The metal collar around her neck was connected to a chain, which was connected to a big steel anvil.
"And the first thing you can do for us, mom," Gary said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, dripping cock, "Is return the favor we did you back on the truck. Who knows, if you suck us all off real good, we might even let you have a couple of hours sleep."
Donna cried helplessly as Gary pulled her back out of the pit by her blonde hair. But she opened her mouth, and her tongue was wagging even before the dripping head of Gary's cock pushed past her sex swollen lips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Good morning, Miss Fairchild," Joel said from the window early the next morning. "I hope you slept well. We'll be out in a minute. We just have to eat a little breakfast first."
"No," Donna said, lying at the edge of the muddy pool of filth, her hands propped out in front of her to keep her head from sliding under. "No more! Please, please, don't let them hurt me anymore!"
The harnessed landlady had had to stay awake all during the night. The chain that was attached to the metal collar they had hooked around her neck was far to short to allow her to leave the cesspool, and there was nowhere inside the sloping, muddy banks of the filth pond where the water level was low enough for her to lie down without drowning.
After Donna had sucked and swallowed the cum out of all four of the brothers, she'd had to hold up her pretty face while they pissed on her. After that she had to stay on her feet all night long, pacing the pool of scum. She was afraid to sit down because she was so exhausted she might fall asleep. And even walking was torture, every muscle in her beats body singing with agony at each step she took.
Just an hour before, as the sun was first peeking over the horizon, she had fallen down again. When she tried to stand beck up, her legs wouldn't hold her weight. Since then she had been holding herself up with her arms and biting her nipples to keep awake. She pressed her chin to her chest and chewed on the pert tits until she moaned with pain. Her nipples were crusted with the filth of the cesspool, and Donna almost vomited. But pain was the only sure way to keep awake.
"Hey, whore, I got something for you," Gary said, walking out to the edge of the cesspool. He stopped at the edge of the pool the farthest away from Donna and clapped his hands impatiently.
"Move it, you lazy little pig! Us working folk have to get up early to get the day's work going. We can't lie on our asses all day like spoiled, rich-bitch landladies."
Donna was crying as she pushed herself back into the pool of muck. Every muscle in her sleek sexy body had been pushed past the limits of its endurance. It seemed to her as though she had been in bondage for years, not just hours.
"That's good!" Gary grinned when she finally dragged herself up beside him. He reached out his foot and caught her right nipple between two of his toes. "Now pull down my underwear!"
"No more," Donna said, her voice shaking with fear and weakness. Tears ran muddy tracks down her filthy face. "Please, no more! I can't take it, Gary! You're killing me! Please let me go now! I'll give you anything!"