The fucking felt great to Gary, too. He smiled down at the sexy blonde bitch with an expression of knowing contempt as she twisted and bucked against him. Her cunt was wringing on his cock like a wet sponge now, and it was all he could do to keep from blowing his load up her pussy. He almost had her now. He'd shown her who the boss was. Now he just had to prove to her what a slut she was after that, the sexy little bitch would be his private slutty fuck-toy.
"Slut!" he whispered sweetly into her ear, crushing her tiny, doll-like body beneath him and biting and licking his way over her long, graceful throat. "Dirty little whore! That's all you are, isn't it? Tell me or I'll get another firecracker!"
"You bastard!" Donna whimpered. She could hardly hold back the tears. "I'm a slut! I'm a dirty little whore!"
"Keep saying it," Gary said, fucking her harder and faster, grinding her body painfully into the unyielding hood of the truck. He bit her flawless white throat until he drew blood. "Keep telling me what a bitch you are. What a worthless cunt you are. Tell me that all you're good for is taking big hard cocks."
"I'm a slut," Donna said, trying to block from her mind the laughter and insults of the men. "I'm, a worthless bitch. The only thing I'm good for – oh, you're fucking me so hard – is taking a big cock up my pussy or down my throat!"
Suddenly Donna felt strange. Her clit kept getting hotter and hotter, even as the burn faded from the rest of her pussy. There was a slick, wet feeling over the rest of her cunt, and an itch that only the fucking of Gary's cock seemed able to scratch. She felt lightheaded. It seemed as though she might be floating, or even dreaming.
Gary fucked into her as though he wanted to smash her delicate, sexy body to pieces. His cum was boiling up through his cock, and he couldn't hold it back anymore. He smashed Donna flat against the hood of the truck and fucked her like a maddened animal, then he dug his hands underneath her and tore at her tits until Donna had to scream with the pain.
"I'm a lowly slut," Donna said, having to try with every ounce of her will power to keep the growing feeling of excitement from showing in her voice. "I'm only good for sucking jism and getting my pussy fucked and taking a whipping when I do something wrong."
She screamed again when Gary's jism splashed up inside her battered cunt. She trembled and whined, and every muscle in her sexy body tensed with the burning pain that boiled through her ravaged pussy. But there was something else, too, and Donna felt sick and disgusted with herself, because she knew that the feeling was pleasure.
"The only thing I'm good for is swallowing piss," she said, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "I'm a dirty, lowly slut, and I should be spending my time spreading my legs for a man. I'm a slut, and it's a slut's job to service her men in any way they want. I'm nothing but a worthless whore!"
Gary pulled his cock from her battered pussy, pointing and laughing at the gooey mix of cum and cunt-cream that drooled down her trembling, silky thighs. Then he propped his cock in the crack of her ass and pissed all aver her welted back and creamy asscheeks. Donna shivered with the pain of the salty piss burning into the welts, but her cunt went right on squirming.
"My natural position is on my back with my feet up in the air," she said, and the worst part of all was that she had begun to wonder if she wasn't telling the truth.
CHAPTER THREE
"Turn her over," Gary said as he wiped his sloppy prick clean over the perfectly rounded curves of Donna's ass. Before Donna knew what was happening, Brad and Gary had turned her over onto her back and retied her hands to the truck's mirrors.
The hot truck hood burned her welted back, but Donna clamped her mouth tightly shut. She had never had an orgasm in her life, but she had nearly had one while Gary was fucking her. She didn't understand how something so horrible could have happened, but she knew that she wasn't going to let herself get out of control again. She had been raped and hurt and degraded beyond relief, but no matter what happened she wasn't going to let herself become a willing plaything for these monsters.
She looked down at her pussy and gasped at what she saw. She had half expected it to be covered in blood and blown to ragged pieces, but the truth was even more shocking. Her cuntlips had been delicate, powder pink folds when Gary had first torn her pantics down to her knees. Now they were red and fat and peeled back to reveal the inside of her pussy. And the inside of her cunt was just as shocking. It was colored a deep red and milky white, and her cunt was throbbing with rhythmic contractions, like a tiny dancer on an empty floor. Donna felt a red blush of shame cover her face. She didn't want to believe that her pretty little pussy could have been turned into such a sluttish cunt.
"Looks good, don't it?" Gary asked, noticing her humiliated expression at the sight. "Brad, get down here and fuck this whore."
Brad didn't need to be asked twice. Gary made her watch as the youngest and smallest of the Wiederbold brothers stepped between her dangling legs. For an instant, she thought about closing her thighs to his advance, but then she remembered the firecrackers. She lay still and unresisting as Brad stepped up between her thighs and fucked his cock inside her, Gary leaned down and watched with a smile as Donna's pretty face tightened at the pain of being fucked by another giant cock. Brad slid his prick all the way inside her with one steady relentless thrust, and Donna's cunt stretched painfully to accept the full ten inches of wrist-thick prickmeat.
Donna winced as Brad shoved his cock all the way inside her, then tensed as he pulled it back out. It turned Gary on to see Donna's beautiful face twisted into expressions of fear and pain and disgust.
Donna felt as though her degradation was complete now. The second of the four Wiederbold brothers was fucking her. She guessed this officially certified the attack as a gang-bang. She knew now that she could never bear to tell anyone what had happened to her, but she could imagine Gary and his brothers bragging to their buddies about how they had gang-raped the stuck-up blonde bitch who thought she owned the town. The terrifying thought occurred to her that their friends might try her out too, that for the rest of her life she might live in terror of being grabbed off the street and raped. She realized then that she would have to take her money and move tar away from the town.
"Get the cooler out of the truck," Gary said to John, and his words jerked Donna back to reality.
He turned to her a moment later. "Fuck my baby brother back, you sorry whore!"
Donna groaned with exhaustion and disgust and bucked her hips up to meet Brad's punishing cock. Every punch of his cock inside her ravaged cunt felt like the push of a clawed hammer, but she squeezed her pussy tight around his prickhead and urged her ass up off the burning truck hood in rhythm to his battering thrusts.
"You can do better than that, slut!" Gary growled, nodding to John to put the cooler down beside him. John pulled off the lid and pulled out a beer before he walked away. "Get those long, slutty legs up around his ass! And tell him you love it! Go on, tell him you love it!"
Donna wanted to spit in Gary's hateful face, claw out his beady eyes, but instead she lifted her long, silky legs and wrapped them tightly around Brad's pistoning ass. She trapped his hips between her thighs and crossed his hairy ass cheeks with her calves, and Brad groaned with pleasure and fucked her even harder. Donna's sleek, sexy body was jolted with every battering lunge of his ten-inch cock, but she didn't stop heaving her hips up to meet him, and she kept pulling him toward her with all the strength in her long, lean legs.
"You're so good!" she groaned, sickened with herself at surrendering to Gary's power, but unable to conquer her fear of the big man and his brothers. "Oh, Brad, you're so good! Oooohhhh – fuck harder, you fucking stallion! You're making me feel good! Oh yes fuck me harder!"