"Thousands," Mark said, walking in front of her and taking the chains off her wrists. Tony released her ankles. "And we're ready to get started. But first you're going to have to learn some fucking lessons. Right, guys?"
"Right!" a chorus of voices answered. Donna turned her head, not trusting her legs to support her if she got off the car hood. And then she saw that Mark and his brothers were serious about having her make up for all the fucking she had missed during her lifetime. And she cried, unable to bear the newest degradation her nephews had brought her.
Dozens of boys stood beside the car, some younger than Tony, others older than Mark. They were all looking at her.
"Say hello to your new boyfriends, you fucking slut," Mark said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna stared at the crowd of boys that Mark had gathered, unable to look away, unable to believe the feelings that were skittering through her lean body. There were at least twenty boys mobbed around her, many with their cocks already in hand, all wearing the same look of violent desire. Donna knew they were going to assault her helpless, sexy body, that she was about to become the victim of a gangbang that might ruin her gorgeous body forever. Her cunt was on fire.
Mark pulled her off the hood of her car and Donna tumbled weakly to the ground. The repeated rapes and cruel bondage her nephews had subjected her to had taken their toll on the sultry blonde. Her legs felt like limp strands of spaghetti and they didn't seem to fit to her body quite right. Mark spun her around in the dirty gravel and spread her arms and legs out wide. Boys gathered around her, blocking out hervision of the movie screen and the dark night sky. Donna looked at their cocks instead, and listened to the running of car engines all around her.
Strong, cold chains were circled around Donna's wrists and ankles, and her arms and legs were pulled even wider and tighter. Donna smelled car exhaust and she wondered what was going on. There seemed to be an awful lot of engines running just beyond the circle of boys.
She screamed when Wayne pushed the boys back and she saw what was happening. She screamed again when Mark gave the signal to start. Icy fear knifed through the lust that tickled her captive.
The chains that looped around Donna's wrists and ankles led to the rear bumpers of four different cars, each one pointed to a different point on the compass. They all moved forward at once, and Donna squeezed her eyes tightly shut, unwilling to believe that she was going to die in such a horrible fashion.
Pain scissored through her slender arms and long, lean legs as the chains were pulled taut. Tearing, rending agony tore at her shoulders and hips as the tension pulled her off the gravel, suspending her in midair a foot and a half off the ground. Her full tits pulled flat on her chest and the tendons stood out in bold relief down the insides of her silky thighs.
"Okay, guys, switch them to neutral." Mark stepped up and patted Donna affectionately on her tight, flat stomach. "Don't worry, Aunt Bitch, the ground's pretty flat here. Fuck, we don't want to tear off any of the good parts."
"Oh fuck," one of the new boys said. "Look at her. How'd you guys ever get a bitch as beautiful as this? This is the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen!" It was the truth. Stretched out as she was, every inch of Donna's magnificent body was on open display. She looked even taller and leaner with her slim arms and sleek legs pulled so wide. Every perfectly toned muscle stood out beneath her velvety skin. Her flat stomach and lush asscheeks were pulled tight by the stretch. Even Donna's full tits were pulled flat by the terrible strain. They looked more sexy than ever.
Her silky, flawless skin was flushed with strain and bathed in sweat. Her head dangled backward, her long, golden hair trailing down to the ground. She looked like a virgin, ready to be sacrificed to some dark God of sex.
Nearly fifty boys had gathered by now, and every one of them wanted to the the first to make her service his cock.
Mark grabbed Donna by her long, blonde hair and jerked her head up so that she could see the swarm of hardcocked boys who were waiting for her. Insanely grateful to her nephew for not having torn her apart, Donna rubbed her soiled cheek against his hip.
"Thank you," she whispered gratefully, turning her head to the side so she could kiss and lick Mark's fingers. "I'll fuck anybody you want me to! I'll suck anything! I'll eat anything! You can do anything to me you want! I love you! I love it! I love everything!"
"Listen to this old whore," Mark said with a sneer, pushing his fingers between Donna's lush lips until her mouth was stretched obscenely wide around his hand and her words were incomprehensible. "Fuck, you'd think she was telling us something we didn't know."
"When can we fuck her?" one of the boys asked. His cock was dripping fuck-lube like a leaky faucet.
"In a little bit," Mark said, tucking his thumb in under his fingers and fucking his whole hand into his sexy aunt's mouth. "Look at the slutty whore! This sexy old bitch is hotter for fucking than any of you jerks! I want to make her squirm a little before she gets to!"
"Let me help you," Wayne said, snapping the radio antenna off Donna's expensive car. He swished the metal switch through the air with a flick of his wrist. "I think I can make her squirm a bit."
Donna screamed as Wayne whipped the antenna down across her velvety, flat belly. She looked down at her stomach, half expecting to see a deep bloody gash. Instead there was only a thin red welt. "You like that, Aunt Donna?" Wayne asked, an evil gleam in his eyes as he whipped the antenna down across her thighs. "You like the way this old antenna feels whipping down on your slutty body?"
Donna moaned in agony from the pain of the lashing. Wayne brought the antenna singing down across her legs a half dozen times, each blow harder than the last. She struggled helplessly against her chains, maddened by lust and pain and the knowledge that no matter what the boys decided to do with her, there was no hope for escape.
"Let me hear you beg," Wayne said, whipping the tender insides of Donna's thighs. "Beg me to whip you, bitch. Tell me how to whip your sexy little bod."
Donna twisted vainly against the chains that held her spread-eagled in midair. Every slash of the antenna against her soft white inner thighs drove her a little more insane. She looked around and all she could see were lusting male faces and stiff cocks. She whimpered like a beaten animal, the purring in her throat half pain and half desire.
"Here you go, bitch," Mark said, stepping back up beside her with his cock in hand. "Here's a little something special for you."
"Yes!" Donna moaned, her voice throaty with lust and frantic with pain. "Fuck me with your big, beautiful cock! Stick it inside me! Fuck me to death!"
"Fuck yourself, whore," Mark said, and started pissing.
Donna wailed in shame and frustration as the mob of boys laughed and Mark emptied his bladder all over her long, lean body. Mark splashed piss over her big, stiff-nippled tits. He let his piss sizzle into the silky, welted skin of her flat tummy and shapely thighs. He pissed in her face, and hard as Donna tried, she couldn't keep her mouth closed to the burning yellow liquid.
Wayne whipped the antenna over the silky, rounded cheeks of Donna's ass, bringing the metal wand up against her bouncing cheeks with vicious underhand blows. Donna's swollen cunt snapped open and shut like a mouth with every stinging lash, drooling pussy-cream in a steady, trickling stream.
She gulped on Mark's piss as though it were the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. Every burning swallow made her tits tingle and her cunt burn.
The boy who had shouted stepped between Donna's legs and aimed his hard cock at the peeled back lips of her swollen pussy. For an instant, the delirious blonde's heart soared at the thought that he was going to fuck her, but her nephew started pissing instead, blasting a blistering spray of piss directly between the fluttering folds of Donna's cunt-lips.