"Piss on me!" Donna screamed, thrashing against her chains unffl her shapely body swayed and bounced in the air. "Piss on me! Piss in me! Oh fuck me, please fuck me! Why won't anyone fuck me?"
"You did without it for thirty fucking years, you piece of shit bitch!" Wayne growled, whipping the antenna across her bouncing hips and soft, flat stomach. "You're a cock-teasing cunt, Aunt Donna! Now we're giving you a little cunt teasing so you'll know what it feels like!"
The blast of piss inside her cunt was pushing Donna over the edge. She fucked on the stream of piss, her ass arching up at machine-gun speed. Her cunt snapped open and shut. She whipped her head from side to side, her long golden hair splashing abou her piss-soaked face.
"Fuck me!" she moaned desperately, her eyes wide and wild, her full lips quivering with passion. "You all want me! Look at your cocks! I'm beautiful, don't you want to fuck me? Please fuck me!"
"Shit, bitch," one of the boys said, rubbing his rock-hard cock. "This is almost better than fucking. I've never seen a slut put on a show this good."
Donna begged the boys to fuck her, pleaded with them, tried to entice them by shaking her tits and ass and shoving her pussy high into the air. She did a wild dance as she hung in the air, ignoring the tearing pain at her wrists and ankles.
Mark sprayed the last of his piss over her tits and the other boy dribbled the last of his into the furry blonde triangle of her cunt-hair, and Donna shrieked, caught just moments away from an orgasm.
"Hi, ass-sucker," Wayne said, grabbing Donna by a handful of her shimmering blonde hair and jerking her head up. "I want you to get a good look at this."
Donna screamed for mercy as Wayne brought the car antenna slashing down. Even before it laid a thin track of fire across her big, soft tits, she knew that the pain was going to be unbearable. When the antenna hit her tits, Donna couldn't breathe. She couldn't stop shaking. It felt like Wayne had sliced a piece of her tits away.
Then he hit her again. And again. And again.
Donna's face went pale and her screams quieted to silence as Wayne scored her tits with the antenna. She watched as if she was mesmerized as he methodicaly turned her tits a fiery shade of red. The first time he whipped the antenna down over one of her stiff pink nipples Donna bit her lip until blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth. After that she endured the cruel lashing in silence, her ragged breathing the only sound she made.
"You like that, cunt?" Wayne asked, bringing the whip down onto Donna's tits again and again. "You like that, piss-face? You like that, shit-licker?"
Tears streamed down Donna's pretty, dirtied face. Her perfect features were twisted with agony and stained with cum and piss. Her lush lips trembled as she opened her mouth to answer, but another slash from Wayne's whip cut off her voice.
Her slender, sultry body became still. She hung silently in midair, her shallow breathing her only movement. But slippery pussy-juice was trickling from her cunt in a waterfall torrent, and her pussy was crushing in on itself, clenching like a powerful fist.
"Tell me you like it!" Wayne shouted, slashing the antenna down into Donna's tits with every word he spoke. Donna had been beaten almost unconscious, but her body was stffl alive with pain-filled passion. "Tell me you like getting your tits whipped, you dirty guttercunt!"
"I love it," Donna whispered, her voice an urgent, lust-filled rasp. "I love getting my tits whipped! Oh shit, I love it when you hurt me! I love it when you fuck me! I love it all!"
"Right," Wayne said, straddling his sexy aunt's flat little tummy. "Now let's use these pretty tits for something a little different."
Donna walled in agony as Wayne settled his ass down on her stomach. His added weight on top of hers made the chains that circled her ankles and wrists bite deep into her tender flesh. Wayne slapped the car antenna across her haunches, making her buck and twist and causing the chains to hurt her even more.
The strain on her tired muscles was unbelievable. The gorgeous, conquered blonde felt certain that her arms and legs would be pulled from her body by the added stress. Even the pain Wayne dealt her by slashing the antenna against her hips and ass faded against the terrible, pulling agony of the chains.
"Give me that," Mark said to a boy holding a nearly full bottle of beer. When the kid handed it to him, Mark shook it violently, keeping his thumb over the top. "Don't get off on this, slut. I'm just cleaning out your scuzzy little cunt for some fun."
Donna whimpered with ecstasy as Mark shoved the fat neck of the bottle into her cunt and slipped his thumb off the top. The beer blasted up inside her pussy, filling the overheated cunt with bubbling pleasure. Donna's cunt clamped so tight on the neck of the bottle that for an instant she pulled it from Mark's hand.
She almost came from the stab of the boffle and the frothy splash of beer, but just as her pleasure was cresting, Mark jerked the bottle from her pussy.
"I told you not to get off on that, you sorry old whore!" Mark yelled, pouring the rest of the beer all over Donna's crotch. He pounded the bottom of the bottle into the soft pit of Donna's stomach, almost causing her to pass out. "You better learn to do what you're told, you worthiess fuckow! Just having a hot body and a pretty face isn't enough, and don't think you've made up for all your years of shit just because you want to get fucked now! You're nothing but a whore now, and a whore does what she's fucking told! Do you understand?"
"Tell Mark you understand," Wayne said, pinching Donna's stiff pink nipples between his fingers and twisting them until she gasped with pain.
"Yes, Mark!" Donna whimpered. "I'm a whore! I understand! But I'm so hot! Please let somebody fuck me! I'll fuck him real good!"
"Fuck me real good," Wayne hissed, grabbing the satiny mounds of Donna's tits and pushing them together. "Fuck me good with these pretty little tits."
Donna twisted under her nephew's weight, lost in a world of pain as he clapped his hands together over her rounded tits. The pain of having the full, silky mounds smashed together was almost as bad as that of having them whipped. Wayne still held the antenna that had tortured her so horribly, and Donna sensed that he wasn't finished assaulting her with the awful weapon.
"Oh yeah," Wayne said, driving his cock through the silky soft tunnel of Donna's tits. "That's sweet as your pussy, slut! You're sweet all over, aren't you, bitch? I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of fucking you up!" The pain was too much to bear. Wayne jerked his hips back and forth over her stomach, riding her as if she was a racehorse. The fucking made Donna's body rock like a hammock, tearing her wrists and ankles and pulling her slender arms and long legs past the breaking point. She could tell from the look in Wayne's eyes that he knew how much he was hurting her, and that the knowledge was turning him on even more. It started to turn Donna on too.
Her tits felt as though they were swelling, and the reddened skin prickled from the heat of Wayne's hands and cock. Every muscle in her long, lean body felt as if it had been set alight from the strain of being suspended in midair. Beer still bubbled inside her cunt, some of it pouring out now, soaking her sexy ass. The beer carried along jism and cunt-cream and piss, leaving her cunt clean and burning with need.
"Got to cum!" she moaned, no longer caring how much she shamed or degraded herself. She couldn't sink any lower than she already had. She was a slut now, a sex slave for a flock of teenaged boys. She might as well act like what she had become. "Got to cum, got to cum! Fuck me, you bastards! You're killing me! I can't stand it anymore!"