"Pull down my underwear," Gary said, pinching her nipple with his toes until she buckled from the pain. "Only now I want you to do it with your mouth instead of your hands."
"You're never going to let me go, are you?" Donna asked in a sad, small voice, but she caught the waistband of his dirty shorts between her teeth and pulled them down without waiting for an answer.
"Open your mouth now," Gary said, pointing his limp cock at her and squatting slightly. "And cup your hands right here." He pull Donna's delicate hands under his ass. "Perfect. Now don't move, little whore, or I'll have to stick another firecracker up your smelly little asshole."
Donna kept her mouth wide open as Gary's piss started spraying. She swallowed as much of it as she could and let the rest cascade out over her chin without concern. Gary grunted and squatted lower as he showered her waiting face with his piss. Donna wasn't even surprised when the first turd trailed out of his ass to plop into her hands.
"You shitting on her?" John called out the window. "Fuck, Gary, I wanted to see her first shit-shower, you fucking jerk!"
"I'm just having her catch it for me!" Gary shouted back. "Don't worry, you dumb asshole! We'll even let you be the first one to bomb her!"
Donna trembled with shame and disgust, but she didn't move her hands away until Gary had dropped his last tiny turd on top of the stinking pile in her hands. Then the degraded blonde beauty swallowed her last mouthful of piss and waited for his next instructions.
"Smell it," Gary said with a nasty smile.
Donna ducked her head and sniffed the stinking brown pile. The stench almost made her vomit, but something strange was happening to her, too. Her cunt seemed to be tingling with something that felt almost like excitement.
"Good," Gary said with a laugh. "Now stick your fucking nose in it."
Donna had to swallow a scream of outrage, but she knew that any act of defiance would only spur Gary to debauch her even more violently. She pushed her upturned nose into the moist pile of shit, realizing fully for the first time that she was utterly in the power of Gary and his evil brothers. She was nothing but a beautiful, classy puppet for them to use any way they wanted.
"Oh yeah," Gary said with a throaty sigh. He turned his back to her and spread his ass cheeks wide. "Now dump that shit in the pool and lick me clean, you scuzzy little whore!"
The soiled, sexy blonde pulled her nose from the shit and dumped it into the muddy water. She pushed her pretty, fouled face between Gary's asscheeks with a tiny moan of sorrow, her tongue wagging out from between her lush, pink lips as her cheeks slid into the dank, hairy crack of his ass.
"You see, you and those rich fucks you run with haven't seen fit to give us plumbing out here!" Gary growled. "So we need a fucking cesspool! Nod your head if you understand that, shit-sucker!"
Donna nodded her head as she licked his asshole clean.
"Good," Gary said brightly when he turned around. "Now let's see about number two on that old eviction list. Something about tall grass and weeds, wasn't it?"
Gary unfastened the big metal collar from around her neck, but before Donna could breathe a sigh of relief at being free, he had knocked her onto her stomach and pressed his foot against her head. The sultry little blonde stayed as still as she could while Gary hosed her clean. This time, when he plunged the nozzle up her cunt, Donna felt shameful burst of shivery pleasure, and when he poked it up her shitter, she couldn't keep from squirming weakly along the ground. Gary hosed down her face and hair last, and the freezing-cold water actually woke Donna up a little as it flushed the scum and filth away.
"Here you go, tramp," Gary said pleasantly. From the other side of the pit, John cursed him for pulling Donna out of the pit before he got a chance to piss on her, but Gary waved him off and kept talking to the little blonde.
"We made this special for you right after we read that eviction notice. It used to belong to our uncles horse, but we modified it a little bit."
John had finished using the pit, and he stepped up to pull Donna's hands behind her back while Gary fitted her with the bridle. Donna moaned helplessly as Gary tightened straps of leather around her throat and shoulders, but even when he wrapped lines of leather around her lush tits, making them stand up even higher and pointier than ever, she raised no word of complaint. When he made her open her mouth for the bit, she started crying again, but that only made John laugh and twist her tits harder. The last thing Gary did was drape the long leather reins over her back. A moment later, Donna saw what the harness was for.
"The problem, Miss Fairchild," Joel said primly as he pushed a lawnmower toward her, "is not with the mowing mechanism itself. It continued to mow the grass quite well, in fact. But it just won't move forward anymore, and frankly, none of us were overly interested in fixing it. Since you've expressed such a deep interest in our grass and weeds, however, perhaps you would care to provide the locomotion."
"No!" Donna whimpered, hanging her head in defeat as Joel and Brad wheeled the big riding mower around behind her and Gary climbed into the driver's seat. "Please don't do this to me! I can't take anymore! Why don't you just kill me and get it over with."
"The only way you'll die around her is if we fuck you to death," John said, kicking her ass as he started buckling her to the big riding mower. "You might notice that we made one other adjustment to the mower for you. See where the grass comes out now?"
Donna turned her eyes toward the side of the big mower, and when she saw what John was pointing out to her, she hung her head in defeat.
They had arranged the mower so the cut grass would be spit out all over her as she dragged the mower forward.
"Well let's go, whore!" Gary shouted. He picked a long, thin whip up off the mower and pulled back on Donna's long leather reins. "You've got a full fucking day ahead of you! The sooner we mow the fucking lawn, the sooner you can help us get those fucking shingles you're crying about put up on the roof!"
Donna ducked her head and tried to crawl forward, but she couldn't budge the big riding mower an inch along the weed-infested ground. She cried with frustration and fear when Gary cracked the whip by her ear, but she didn't have the strength to pull the mower.
She was worn to the point of collapse. Every muscle in her body had been pulled and twisted and torn by the horrible day of rape and torture the men had put her through. And even if she had been well-fed and well-rested, she was still only a small woman. The riding mower itself probably weighed close to a hundred pounds all by itself, and Gary, sitting on his ass in the driver's seat, was easily more than two hundred.
"Move your ass, you worthless whore!" Gary screamed, and this time he lashed the metal-tipped whip against the creamy flesh of her ass. "Pull this mower, you spoiled little cunt! It's about fucking time you had to sweat a little!"
Donna screamed at the bite of the whip. She dug her feet into the ground and grabbed thick handfuls of weeds to pull herself forward. And slowly, impossibly, the mower started to move. Gary turned on the blades the instant the mower started to budge.
The first cut grass spit into her face with stinging, burning force, and Donna clenched her eyes tightly shut. Gary lashed her ass and back with every inch she crawled forward, and he yanked on the reins until the bit tore into the corners other mouth, but Donna didn't stop moving. She pulled the mower as though she really was the beast of burden Gary and his brothers were using her as, unmindful of the painful pull of the harness on her shoulders and tits and neck.
"The landlady's mowing the yard!" Brad screamed. He was jumping around wildly in front of Donna, his cock hanging out of his open fly. "We ain't never had one that could mow the lawn before! That's how we sent Betsy Ross to the hospital!"