Donna moaned with pain when Brad followed her instructions. He stabbed his cock into her tenderized pussy with a maniac's speed and strength. Gary laughed at her pain and brought a can of beer out of the cooler. He looked his bitchy blonde landlady over one more time before he popped the top.
She belonged to him now, though she didn't know it yet. Her blonde hair was matted with piss and sweat, but she was still beautiful. Her red lipstick was smeared all around her mouth, and there were slug-like trails of fuck-lube and jism all over her face. But she was still beautiful. She was soaked in her own sweat. It glistened on her anguished face and ran a river between her proud, pointy tits.
But she was the sexiest woman Gary had ever seen. And she was halfway to being his personal sex slave.
"Open up," Gary said, tipping the beer in her direction. "Time for some refreshment."
Donna stared at the can of beer as though it was a poisonous snake. Her body jolted farther up on the hood of the car with every eager plunge of Brad's cock inside her. She still urged him forward with her logs and murmured soft words of encouragement into his ear. He leaned down over her, crushing her doll-like body hard against the hot metal. His hands found her tits and mashed them flat against her chest, then twisted them until they looked like twin corkscrews, but her eyes never left Gary and the can of beer he held out to her.
"No!" she whispered after a moment. There was still hatred and defiance in her eyes.
"I thought we had an understanding, you sorry cunt," Gary whispered. With the quickness of a striking snake, he looped a single strand of twine around her erect right nipple. When he jerked it tight, Donna screeched with pain. "Now open up, you worthless old cow! We don't want you passing out from dehydration!"
Donna thought that he'd torn off her nipple. The pain was so sudden, so biting, that it was almost unbelievable. She hadn't eaten all day, and she had sweat so much that thirst was raging through her like an uncontrollable river. But she knew that in the terrible heat, with her stomach empty, the first swallow of beer would start her down the road to drunkenness. And she knew that once Gary managed to get her drunk, she would be lost.
"How sexy do you think you'd be with one nipple, cunt?" Gary asked pleasantly, and Donna let her mouth fall open.
Gary slipped the strand of twine off her nipple. Brad was still mauling both her tits as he pulverized her cunt with his big cock, but the relief from the strand of twine almost made Donna cry with gratitude. Gary tilted her head up off the hood of the truck before he started pouring the beer down her throat.
"Hey," he said when he saw the twin streams of the sparkling liquor pour down from the corners of her mouth, "don't play with me, bitch! You drink this shit down or I'll light a match to those big fat nipples! This shit costs too much money to be fucking around with it!"
Tears glistened in Donna's eyes, but she started gulping down the beer. Gary fed it to her patiently, waiting for her to swallow the beer mouthful by mouthful. It was almost impossible for the beaten blonde to drink in the position she was bound in, but Donna tried as hard as she could. By the time she finished the first beer, she was starting to feel lightheaded.
"Oh yeah," Brad said, fucking his cock into her faster and faster while he slobbered his way from one firm full tit to the other. "Oh yeah! The landlady's making me cum, Gary! The whore's making me cum real good!"
Gary had just opened the second can of beer, and Donna was in the middle of a swallow when Brad started to go crazy. He fucked his cock like a jackhammer into her injured pussy, flogging her cunt while he pounded her small, sexy body back and forth across the hood of the truck. Donna tensed her long, lean legs tight around his fast humping ass, trying desperately to slow the force of his fucking. He was twice her size and five times as strong. She didn't have a chance.
Suddenly Gary jerked back on her hair, pulling her mouth wide open. He upended the can of beer over her face, and before Donna knew what was happening she was drowning in a river of cheap beer. She twisted wildly, trying to escape from the killing stream of beer, but her sleek sexy body was trapped and there was nothing she could do but take the brutal fucking and the beer bath.
She felt the blistering hot spray of Brad's jism inside her and she screamed around a mouthful of foaming beer. It felt as though her pussy had been set on fire. She shivered as though she was in shock, jerking spastically back and forth on the impaling staff of Brad's jism-spewing cock. Gary emptied the second can of beer and shook a third one before he jammed it inside Donna's gasping mouth and popped the top. When the violent fountain of beer shot down her throat, she was taking fire at both ends at once.
Gary emptied the third can down her throat and Brad unloaded the last of his jism inside her at almost the same instant. Donna felt limp against the hood of the truck, unmoving and exhausted. She saw John waving his huge hard cock through the air and she knew he was going to climb between her legs and carry on the awful gang-bang, but she didn't seem to care.
The beer that Gary had fed her was starting to buzz through her brain. She knew that much more would tip her over the edge into drunkenness. Even that thought couldn't arouse her. She felt drained and dispirited, her body and spirit broken under the weight of their cocks and cruelty. She spread her legs as John stepped toward her.
Pearly wads of cum and cuntjuice rolled down the wet lips of Donna's maltreated pussy, staining her silky inner thighs and trailing down her ass and legs to plop onto the hot gravel. John grinned and plopped the head of his eleven-inch cock into the middle of her swampy cuntslit. Then be fucked his cock inside her.
"Fuck me, you dirty whore!" he shouted, grabbing her ass and digging his fingernails into her tender, silky skin. He pummeled her cunt with his big prick, scooting her up the truck hood until her head hit the glass of the windshield. "Come on, move your ass, you lazy slut! You want another fucking firecracker?"
With tired anguished moan, Donna lifted her legs wrapped them around his hairy ass. She wriggled her hips as much as she could, but with his hands holding her up off the truck and his finger's buried like claws into her soft asscheeks, she couldn't move very much. And her cunt was starting to get puffy and numb from all the abuse it had taken. It was hard for her to squeeze it around his cock as he fucked her.
Gary opened another can of beer, and Donna had already opened her mouth when she saw him take a drink from it. She realized that the beer wasn't for her. Instead, Gary climbed up on the truck's hood himself and straddled Donna's beautiful face. When his sweaty, hairy balls rubbed over her wet, parted lips, she knew what he wanted.
"Suck them in, whore," he said, slowly lowering himself down on top of her. "Wash them good, bitch. I haven't taken a bath in a while."
CHAPTER FOUR
Donna thought she was going to be sick as Gary's filthy, dank asscrack lowered down on top of her face. There was an odor about his crotch that was made up of so many individual filthy smells that Donna couldn't identify them all. His balls were a sweaty, hairy mass of wrinkled flesh atop her mouth. It was all the sexy little blonde could do to keep from throwing up at the sight and smell and feel of so much filth. Still she opened her lush lips wide and held them open patiently as Gary stuffed his balls into the satiny cavern of her mouth.
"Oh yes," Gary said as she began to gently suck his balls, as she washed her tongue wetly over the crinkled flesh. He ran his hands over her bulging checks and made tiny, involuntary movements of pleasure. "Do it, you worthless bag of bones. Suck those balls and I might even forget that you're just a thirty-year-old bitch with a little girl's body."