"Let's make it a little more interesting, then," Gary said, drawing blood on her ass with a particularly vicious lash of the whip, "Climb on top of the bitch and fuck the shit out of her!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna couldn't believe she was hearing right. She almost paused in her pulling of the mower, and the only thing that kept her going was the fear that once she stopped, her tortured, exhausted muscles would never get the heavy weight moving again. Gary couldn't expect her to keep crawling across the yard with Brad on top of her, driving his huge cock into her aching body.
A moment later, she felt Brad's knees settle down on top of hers and she realized just how serious Gary was. And when he pushed his cock inside her it was as though be had stabbed her guts out with butcher knife. Donna was certain she was going to topple over at any second.
Instead, incredibly, she struggled forward faster. It was as though she was being driven forward by some primitive instinctual drive. Every thrust of Brad's huge cock inside her cunt seemed to make her move that much faster. He reached under her to maul her lush, dangling tits, and even as she screamed in pain, she seemed to pick up speed.
Gary dropped his whip and watched as she pulled him and the mower across the yard. Even now she was the sexiest bitch he had ever seen. She was dripping with sweat and stained green from the grass and weeds. Her hair hung around her face in stringy clumps, and her features were screwed up in a tight mask of pain and exertion.
Her back was bowed under Brad's weight, and she was almost falling over every time he stabbed his fat cock up the tiny pink slit of her cunt. Gary hated the stuck-up blonde bitch. Now he knew for sure that at heart she was nothing but a rutting little whore. He also thought that she might be the perfect match for him and his brothers.
Every move Donna made rewarded her with an explosion of agony. Her hands slipped and she fell face-first into the dirt, but she still kept scooting herself along the ground on her knees. Her cunt was rippling around the impaling staff of Brad's cock, and her pussy was getting wet with fuckjuice.
"Whore!" Brad muttered as he fucked her and mauled her tits. "Dirty whore! Squeeze that pussy, you sleazy cunt! Fuck me back, you slimy cocksucker!"
Donna moaned, and the throaty sound of her voice shocked her. It was less the sound an exhausted and degraded woman would make than the deep, hoarse cry of a woman being well-fucked. She burned with shame as her ass started to grind back against Brad's fat, hammering cock. Every time he thrust his cock inside her, his stomach hit her asscheeks with a wet, solid smack. Her pussy-cream was even starting to drool down from the lips of her cunt, smearing her inner thighs with white stains of lust.
Donna cried with shame, knowing that an orgasm was building inside her. She had dismissed the multiple orgasms the men had forced on her the night before as the product of all the booze they had made her drink. Now she realized that the climaxes they had wrought on her drunken body had paved the way for more to come, these without the aid of liquor. She banged her head against the ground as hard as she could in a wild attempt to drive the lust from her body and scrambled even faster over the ground.
However fast she crawled, though, she couldn't outrun her own arousal. Spidery fingers of icy pleasure danced across her stomach, making her squirm and twist. Brad smashed her nipples as hard as he could between his fingers and bit at the back of her neck like some kind of rutting animal. Everything, even the agony of pulling the mower, was making her hot.
Her cuntjuice rolled down to soak Brad's cock and drip from his hairy balls. Her creamy, squirming thighs were all but painted with the slippery fuckjuice. Donna grunted like a pig with every thrust of Brad's cock inside her. She wished again that she could die. That was the only way she could hope to escape the orgasm that was already shooting bolts of pleasure through her.
"Whore! Dirty whore! Dirty sleazy whore!" Brad screamed. "Dirty sleazy slutty whore!"
He started fucking his cock into her even faster and harder, rocking Donna's tiny, sexy body. The force of his fucking knocked her hands out from under her again, and this time she could barely keep moving as her face hit the ground. He yanked her tits back and forth across her chest as though he was trying to tear them off. Then his cum started spurting up inside her.
"Cumming!" Brad bellowed, beating his sexy little landlady into the dust with his big cock. "Cumming in the dirty whore! Cumming in her dirty cunt!"
Donna's thighs trembled under the pressure of Brad's wild fucking. Her whole body shook with her own boiling passion. Her cunt went into spasms as his jism flooded inside her. It milked Brad's cock, tugging and flexing and wrapping itself tightly around him. Her tiny clit burned as though it had been doused in gasoline and set on fire.
"Bitch!" Brad shouted again, pulling his cock out of her pussy while it was still spurting jism. He let the last few weak shots splatter over the struggling beauty's creamy ass, then wiped his cock clean over the white expanse of one trembling thigh. "The landlady whore can really fuck, Gary! And she never stopped moving, not even once! She's a lot fucking better than any of the other bitches we ever brought here!"
"Jump on, John," Gary said quietly. "Let's see just how tough the stuck-up little princess really is."
Donna was trembling with passion, suspended just an instant from a mind blowing climax. Her ass flexed with rapid, muscular contractions. Her pussy kept leaking fuck-cream, mixed now with the jism Brad had shot inside her, and her cunt was popping open and shut like the mouth on a fish. She could barely pull herself forward with the sunbursts of lust that were flaring through her.
She pushed her ass up and back toward John as he settled the knobs of his knees painfully into the hollows of her own. She knew that the first stab of his cock up inside her cunt would drive her over the the edge and stop the maddening, burning itch she was feeling inside.
Then she felt the hard drive of his eleven-inch prick, and she screamed in pain and frustration instead of pleasure. He was shoving his cock up her ass, not her pussy!
"Ride her good, John," Gary said, leaning forward on the mower to get a better look at his brothers cock in the sexy little blondes shitter. "Ride her like the fucking nag she in."
"Fucking yes," John said, thrusting his cock all the way up her ass with a single vicious lunge. "I'll fuck her until she doesn't know which side is up."
Donna's legs almost slid out from under her as John started fucking his cock up her tender asshole. Pain flared in her straining back and down her trembling thighs as he pummeled her sore shitter again and again. Each pounding thrust seemed to jolt her body harder. Donna lowered her head and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trying to forget both the burning need in her cunt and the dreadful pain of the ass-fucking.
And strangely, as she dragged the mower across the yard and endured the beating of John's cock in her asshole, she started getting hotter.
It was as though the itching heat that blistered out from her clit through the rest of her pussy began to merge with the agonizing blaze of pain John's assfucking was causing her. Her head began to swim, and she bucked and ground her ass back against John as though he was fucking his cock into her cunt instead of her asshole. After a few seconds, the confused blonde slave didn't know where the cock was fucking her. The burning heat in her cunt and asshole had merged so completely that there didn't seem to be any difference.
"Oh yesssss!" she hissed, scrambling forward over the lawn while she humped her ass wildly back on John's cock. "Oh yessssss! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
"You dirty whore!" John gasped, hammering his cock into her reamed-out shitter with every ounce of strength he had. "You're making me cum, you filthy little slut!"