Spasms wracked her long, lean abdomen, causing the muscles in her stomach to roll and quake like a belly dancer's. Every part of her body was alive with pain-filled movement, but nothing she did could free her from the agony the boys were dealing her.
"Piss on us, bitch!" a boy growled, standing up over her and unzipping his pants. "Whores don't piss, they get pissed on!"
The boy pissed all over the flat, shuddering plain of Donna's stomach, and while the stinking yellow juice was still pouring over her sucked-in tummy another boy touched his wire to the puddled piss. Donna shrieked, her body heaving and jumping as the piss helped conduct the electricity. She hadn't thought it could get any worse, but somehow the boys had found a way to torment her even more.
Tony watched his aunt, proud of what he'd managed and wondering how much more she could take. She looked as though she was possessed, her eyes rolling in her head and her lean, sexy body pitching and surging with the flow of electricty through her.
"Watch out if you piss on her!" one of the boys shouted. "The electricity could travel back up the stream and shock the shit out of your cock!"
"That's a chance I'll fucking take!" another boy yelled, and squatted so he could soak the blonde's face with his piss. Mark grinned viciously as he stabbed his sexy aunt's clit with his wire. Her pussy-lips fluttered in pathetic defense of her cunt, and her clit wriggled like a worm on a hook in a futile attempt to escape the horrible buzzing jolts of electricity it was being fed.
Donna's cunt poured pussy-cream in a pitiful attempt to save her precious little cunt from torture.
"Give me those!" he shouted, grabbing wires from a dozen other boys. He never took his eyes off his squirming, sweat soaked aunt as he gathered them up in one hand. "Watch this, boys! Now we're going to make her really shake that shitty little ass!"
Mark plunged the joined wires into Donna's tiny pink cunt, fucking them as far up inside her as he could push them.
A belch of pussy-cream soaked his hand all the way to the wrist, but that didn't stop him from driving the wires in even farther, then yanking them out to set up a fucking rhythm.
Donna's eyes jerked wide open and for an instant she felt completely aware of everything that was going on around her.
Most of the other boys hd stopped shocking her now, stepping back instead to watch Mark wire-fuck her Donna stared down between her wide-flung legs, and when she saw what her oldest nephew was doing to her, she screamed insanely.
"Yes!" she shrieked, her body bouncing on the sharp gravel from the huge dose of electricity Mark was feeding her. "Fuck me, you sweet boy! Fuck me to death! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
The pain was so awful that Donna wasn't sure what she was feeling anymore. There was just raw, unbearable sensation coursing through her helpless, flopping body.
She could no longer control any part of her body. It was the electricity that made her thrash and writhe across the ground. Donna wailed deliriously, no longer able to work her tongue and lips to form words. She babbled incoherently, tears running down her pretty face to mix with the sweat and piss that already sparkled on her flawless skin. Boys pulled off their belts and whipped her, knowing the leather wouldn't conduct the killing dose of electricity Mark was feeding her. They flattened her tits under their savage assault, and striped her gorgeous face with lines of fire. But Donna loved it all.
Mark fucked her as fast as he could, powering the bunch of wires up inside her clutching, swampy cunt. Her hips jerked and twisted through a maddened ballet of random motion, sometimes flipping two feet off the ground, sometimes pounding so hard into the gravel that sharp edged rocks dug deep into her tender flesh. Her cunt clutched around the wires with maddening irregularity, moved by the shifting currents of electricity that flared through them.
Donna didn't know whether she was cumming or dying. She thought that she might be doing both at once, because every cell in her body was on fire from the electricity and her mind was hazing over. Two boys stood over her head and took turns slapping her face with their belts. They started her nose bleeding and split her lips, but Donna didn't mind. Two more boys were taking turns beating her poor, battered tits, but all Donna felt was thrilling, tearing pleasure burning out from her nipples.
Without warning Mark jerked the wires from her cunt and waved off the boys with the belts. Donna collapsed on the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her arms and legs twitched a little and she muttered a few nonsense words, but after that she lay completely stffl, her eyes glassed over and her body limp. Only her ragged, shallow breathing proved that she was alive at all. Donna wasn't sure what had happened. An instant before she had been overloading with sensation. Now she was feeling nothing at all. She tried to raise herself up, tried to turn her head so she could see what was happening, but she couldn't move. It was as though her body had been short-circuited by all the electricity the boys had fed her.
Mark stared down at the limp, sexy body of his beautiful aunt. She was stained with shit and piss and cum. Her hair was a wild tangle. Her tits and ass and legs and stomach were all striped with welts and dotted with bruises. She wore hickies where the boys had bitten her and tiny cuts from thrashing in the gravel. She was still the most beautiful woman Mark had ever seen. She was still so gorgeous that Mark's balls ached with cum again after dropping two loads inside her.
He smiled when he saw her hips start to twitch and hump. His smile grew wider as fresh pussy-juice glistened on the swollen pink lips of her cunt. When her pussy-lips started fluttering and a low moan escaped her full lips, Mark started laughing. "Haven't cum yet, have you, you sexy old cow?" he asked, nudging Donna's beautiful face with the dirty toe of his boot. "What's the matter? Wasn't getting fucked with electricity enough for your slutty little ass? Do you want something else?"
Donna's sleek, sultry body began to writhe against the gravel. Her movements now weren't the spastic convulsions she had suffered while the boys had shocked her. Instead they were sinuous, sensual squirmings. She slithered over the ground like a snake, her eyes glazed with growing lust, her full tits heaving with passion.
"I want cock!" she hissed, her voice deep and throaty and sexual. She rubbed her pretty cheek over the toe of Mark's filthy boot, then whipped her tongue over the soiled leather. "I've got to cum! You've got to make me cum!"
"Act like a whore," Mark said pleasantly. "Act like a whore trying to get some customers. If a dirty-assed slut like you appeals to any of these guys, I guess they can fuck you."
Donna had thought she was past shame, but there was enough of her old self left to burn with humiliation at Mark's mocking words. She felt like a worthless slut, like a woman who had handed over every part of her life to some cruel pimp. She was like some sorry bitch mutt, crawling back to lick her master's foot after every time he kicked her.
She wedged the toe of Mark's boot between her lips and sucked on it, her hands pulling on her nipples and scratching down the soft hollow of her stomach. She rolled over onto her knees and fucked at the air, bucking her sexy, shitstained ass high while she slurped at her oldest nephew's dirty boot. Pussy-juice splattered the gravel beneath her.
"I said act likea whore!" Mark shouted, kicking his sexy aunt away from him. "Not shine my shoes with your slutty tongue! You'll be doing plenty enough of that later, believe me! Now get to begging, if you want to get fucked!"