He beat her through fourteen orgasms before he climbed on her back and fucked her tight asshole. She came three more times before he filled her humid shitter up with cum, and as he shot the last of his cum in her sweet body, she turned her soiled face back toward him.
"I love you!" she whimpered like a child, tears running down her fouled features. "Please be my master! Please keep me for your pet!"
"We'll see," Gary said with a grin and a shrug, pulling his wet cock out of her asshole and sticking it in front of her face for her to lick clean. "Let's have you help get that roof shingled first. I wouldn't want to get evicted."
Tears ran down Donna's face at the humiliation of his brush-off, but she nodded her head. And once John had unstrapped her from the mower, she stood up on shaky legs and followed the brothers around to the front of the house.
CHAPTER NINE
The Wiederbold brothers washed her and dressed her before they took her back outside, but the clothes they had dressed her in gave Donna no illusions about the nature of what she was going outside for.
She was dressed in a tight black corset, black garters and stockings, and six-inch black heels.
The corset left bare the creamy slopes of Donna's tits, and the lacy frill around the top barely obscured her long, stiff nipples. Likewise the silky black panties Gary had slid up over her legs did nothing but highlight Donna's tight, sexy ass and bulging pussy mound. The panties even had a slit in the crotch so that wisps of golden pussyhair peeked through the silky black.
Gary and his brothers made her stand in front of a mirror while they were dressing her, and Donna shivered with shame and arousal as their hands roamed freely over her body. They squeezed her tits, stroked their rough hands over her satiny stomach and smooth legs, pinched her ass and fingered her pussy and asshole. She had to open her mouth and kiss them when they wanted, and before they had finished dressing her, Donna had sucked the spit of all four brothers.
John closed one of her delicate, long-fingered hands over his cock and made her masturbate him while Joel combed out her hair. John made her catch his jism in the palm of her hand, and then Donna had to lick up the fuckjuice while all four brothers watched and made fun of her.
After she was dressed, Gary snapped an elegant, black leather collar around her thin, graceful throat. John snapped silver anklets around her ankles and Joel looped thin leather cuffs around her wrists. Then Gary drew a long silver chain through the loops and all of the cuffs, shackling the helpless blonde hand and foot. He held the end of the chain in his hand, and at the end of it was a long metal spike.
When the men had finished with her, Donna looked at herself in the mirror and her elegant face flushed a deep scarlet. In all of her life, the slender little blonde had never imagined she could look like this.
Gary led her through the house. Donna barely had the energy to walk, and it had been so long since she had worn high heels that every step seemed certain to tumble her flat on her face. But she followed him as he walked quickly through the dark, dirty house.
She didn't scream until Gary opened the door and she stepped out onto the porch. Even then, she only screamed once before she clamped her mouth tightly shut. She guessed that nothing Gary and his brothers did to her could surprise her anymore, but this time she knew she really had reached the bottom of the gutter.
She also knew at last why the Wiederbolds had driven her all over town before bringing her home the night before. They must have invited all of their friends over for a party.
The yard was crowded with men. Donna recognized a lot of them, and every familiar face she saw leering up at her sent another wave of shame and sorrow crashing through her body. The bums who hung around the train station had come, and so had the three men who worked at the town garbage dump. Half the drunks who hung out at Nelson's bar were waiting. Men from both the town's gas-stations were there, and so were the truckers who stopped to eat at Joe's Grill on their way through town.
There were close to a hundred men crowding the yard, and Donna knew what every one of them had come to see. But the faces that broke her spirits completely, reduced her to a shaking, sobbing mess, were right in the center of the front row. The mayor was there with the sheriff and his deputies, and a judge, three bankers and the newspaper editor stood beside them.
"You boys finally made yourself a real catch," the mayor said. "How much do you want?"
The old man had known Donna's father and had bounced Donna on his knee when she was a baby. Now, though, his cock was harder than it had been in years, already dripping pre-cum and jerking with excitement. Donna had been a stuck-up bitch since she had come back to town to run her father's businesses.
She acted like she was smarter and better than anyone else in town, like she was some kind of princess. Seeing her standing on the porch draped in chains and dressed like a whore almost gave the mayor a stroke. At that mount, he would have given everything he owned to have her for his personal slave girl.
"Fuck that," one of the bankers said, openly rubbing his cock-bulge through his pants. "If you're going to sell her, let us all bid. You can have a fucking auction."
A dozen other men raised their voices in agreement.
"Sorry, boys," Gary said, leading her down off the porch and through the tight crowd of men. "Our landlady's not for sale. She taught us all about how dumb it was to sell off your valuable property. But we are red-blooded, American horse traders. And while the little blonde whore might not be for sale, we'd sure as shit be willing to rent her."
Gary walked Donna toward a filthy mattress that lay about thirty feet away from the house. When they reached it, he held the metal stake that hung from her collar-chain against the ground. Joel stepped up with a hammer, and with one mighty blow, he hammered the stake into the ground.
"Show them your tits and cunt, whore," Gary said, slapping her across her face so hard that she fell to her knees. "Don't just stand around looking like some stuck-up cunt!"
Donna tried not to cry, but she couldn't help herself. Tears squirted down her checks in fastmoving rivers, and her slender, sultry body shook with the force of her crying. She bowed her head like the slave she was, unable to bear the lusting, mocking looks of the crowd of men. Her hands tremble as they pushed againist the lower curves of her tits. Men whooped and hollered when they saw her touching herself, and Donna whimpered with unbearable shame at the thought that she really was nothing but a whore, a fuck-toy for a mob of men.
"Ain't so high and mighty now, are you, cocksucker?" one of the deputies snarled.
"Tell me about the fucking zoning laws, you asslicking bitch," the mayor rasped. "This is the business you belong in, you cock-teasing slut, spreading your legs and lips like a bitch dog in heat!"
Donna cried helplessly, shaking at the idea of how completely she had been defiled. Her hands moved slowly over her tits, squeezing and rubbing the flesh through the corset. She stroked the bare flesh of her tits creamy upper slopes, then pushed down the corset to reveal her swollen pink nipples. As the men shouted their contempt and appreciation, she tugged and tweaked her nipples.
"Play with those tits, Donna," the sheriff said. "I haven't seen nipples like that since this little whore I had on leave during the war. Is that what you are, Donna? A little blonde whore? I guess you ain't much more than that now."
Donna whimpered with shame, but her cunt was catching on fire. She tore at her nipples with one hand and trailed her other hand down across her stomach, down over her garter belt and black silk panties. Her legs trembled, and she moaned with pleasure as her fingernails scratched across the swollen lips of her cunt.