DONNA'S DESCENT
by V.P. Viddler
na117711@anon.penet.fi
Part 1 - The Cabin
They came into the cabin without knocking.
Donna, sitting against the wall in Lou's chair with her darning, started
up in fright, and then sat back slowly. Instantly she understood why they had
come. Donna tried not to show fear, but she knew she had gone pale, and was
breathing hard, though she was controlling it now, or trying to.
Three of them. Cliftons. Arvin was carrying a shotgun. Bo had a rifle.
Wilbur was not carrying anything, but his handguns were in sight at his hips.
Donna sat quite still, a tall, slim young woman with long brown hair, caught in
back of her head with a ribbon and flowing down her back, and a mostly willowy
body but with a sunuosity in its curving slimness, and with two provocatively
rounded, obviously unbound breasts pushing out at the front of the long tan
cotton dress she was wearing.
They came in and shut the door and stood in the middle of the floor,
looking at her. Donna said nothing at first, getting her breathing under
control.
"Hey," Bo said finally. "Look at this now. Pretty as a picture."
Donna said, "What do you want?" Calm. Staying calm, as she had to.
"What do we want?" Bo said.
"Your husband," Arvin said. "Your damn husband, Lou. That's what."
"Lou's not here," Donna said.
"Yeah. I know. But he will be. Pretty soon now, I'd say. Right?"
"I -- I don't know." Stalling. "He might not be --"
"Don't shit us, girl," Arvin said. "What is it they call you, anyway?"
"Donna," Bo said. "Her name's Donna. You know that, Arvin."
"Donna. Yeah. You're a good-looking lady, Donna. Old Lou is one lucky
guy, isn't he, boys?"
"What do you want?" Donna said. But she knew all right.
Now Wilbur spoke for the first time. Softly. "What we want is for Lou to
tell us about the gold. That's all. That's what we want."
Donna had to swallow. "He won't. He can't. You know that."
"I think he will now," Wilbur said. "If we can make him know it's the
best way. If we give old Lou a real good reason. I think he'll tell us. Don't
you, Donna?"
"No. No, I don't."
"No? What do you think we can do to change his mind, Donna?"
"Nothing," Donna said. "Nothing will do that. Nothing."
Donna knew what was coming now. It had to be.
"What if we used you, Donna? To change old Lou's mind with. Do you think
that would do it?"
"I -- I don't know what you --"
"Yes you do. You know, Donna. Lou wouldn't want to see you hurt, would
he? He wouldn't like to have to watch us with you. If old Lou was to have to
watch his good-looking young wife with us Cliftons -- all of us -- I bet he'd
just piss his pants to tell us about that gold. Don't you?"
"You can't," Donna said.
"Hell you say," Bo put in. "It's sure gonna be fun trying."
Donna said slowly as she could, calmly as she could, "You're talking
about rape. You can't do that. If you --"
"That's right," Wilbur said. "I'm talking about rape. Raping you, Donna.
All of us. Raping you. While your husband watches us. All right?"
"It -- it wouldn't do any good," Donna said. "He won't tell. He won't. I
know it."
"Is that right? A man who could sit and watch his own wife raped by three
guys and still not want to save her? I can't swallow that one, can you, boys?"
Arvin said, "That's not all we can do to you, girl."
"That's right," Wilbur said. "In fact I'm looking forward to Lou's coming
back here. I want to see his face when he comes in. And the first thing he sees
will be his little old wife. Hanging from that rafter. By her wrists. Just
hanging there, crying."
"Naked," Bo put in.
"No," Wilbur said. "I don't think so. Not yet. I want Lou to watch us
strip your clothes off you. That should be fun for him. And then we can start
whipping you. Just to start with."
"Christ," Arvin said. "I want to do the whipping."
"We can all do that," Wilbur said. "And lots of other things too. Now
when poor old Lou sees that, and listens to you scream for a while -- for as
long as it takes -- as well as the raping part -- what do you think, Donna? I
think he'll come around."
"I -- he won't," Donna said softly. "It doesn't matter. He can't do it."
"Damn!" Bo said, grinning. "He sure don't think much of you, does he?
What the hell kind of husband would that be. Don't he love you at all?"
Donna set her chin. "Yes. He loves me. And I love him. And nothing you
can do --"
"Shit," Arvin said. "Sure he loves her. Look at her. Who wouldn't want to
be married to something like that?"
"Lou's a lucky guy, all right," Bo said. "I bet you two have a real good
time together. In the sack, I mean. Right?"
Donna said nothing.
"Bet they do," Arvin said. "Bet they go at it like minks. Right, girl?"
Donna said nothing.
"Snooty, ain't she?" Bo said. "Look at that body, though. Bet you can
twist that thing, can't you, Donna?" Arvin said. "Look at that mouth, Bo."
"Christ, yeah," Bo said. "It's a great looking mouth, all right. You
think she sucks old Lou's cock for him?"
"I don't know," Arvin said. "How about that, Donna? Do you suck your
husband's cock for him?"
Donna's lips were tight. And she knew her face was probably red. She
didn't say anything.
"Now," Arvin said, "I'm asking you a question, girl. And I want an
answer."
"Arvin," Wilbur said.
"What?" Arvin said.
"Yeah, what?" Bo said. "Can't we get an answer to a damn question, for
Christ sake?"
Wilbur said, "Why not?"
"Donna?" Arvin said.
Donna said nothing.
"Okay," Arvin said. "Let's put it this way." Moving toward her, Arvin
lifted his shotgun and now stood with the two barrels resting at Donna's neck,
pressing against her throat. "Now I'll ask again," Arvin said. "Do you suck
Lou's cock for him?"
Donna had to swallow hard. She couldn't control her rapid breathing, as
much as she wanted to. She couldn't look at him. At any of them.
"Yes," Donna said, whispering it.
"Damn!" Bo said. "You hear that? She does."
"Sure she does," Arvin said. "Loves it too, probably. Don't you?"
Donna said nothing. Arvin cocked the shotgun. Donna caught her breath. "I
--" she said, gasping it out. "I --"
"Come on," Arvin said.
Donna made herself look at him, trying through fear for dignity. "I like
it because Lou likes it," Donna said.
"You see?" Wilbur said. "That's true love. Right, Donna?"
"Does he shoot in your mouth, too?" Bo said, moving toward Donna's chair.
"Do you to it to him till he just shoots right in that mouth?"
Donna bit at her lip. Arvin poked her throat with the shotgun.
"Sometimes," Donna said, croaking it.
"Christ. And you swallow it too, right? Do you swallow it, girl?"
Donna wasn't looking at them now. "Yes," she said, a low whisper. "God.
You filthy bastards. Damn you." She was scared even as she said it, but she
couldn't stop it.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, girl," Arvin said. He moved the shotgun now,
sliding it down from Donna's throat, onto her dress, down to her bosom, then
slid it onto her right breast. Moving it around. "This is real nice," Arvin
said. "I bet old Lou gets a kick out of these too, doesn't he?" Arvin poked the
gun at Donna's nipple.
"Don't," Donna said. "Please."
Arvin didn't move the gun.
Bo said, "How about us taking a little look at those things, huh, boys?
Christ, I wouldn't mind. I bet they'll knock your eyes out. Huh, Arvin?"
"How about that, girl?" Arvin said. "Want to give us a look at your
tits?"
"No," Wilbur said. "I want her husband to watch us strip her down, like I
said. So just hold your damn horses."
"Shit," Bo said. "Why can't we just have ourselves a little look anyway,
and then she can cover them back up and we can strip her again for old Lou.
What's wrong with that?"
"Please," Donna said.
"All right," Wilbur said.
"Wait," Donna said.
"Donna," Arvin said, backing up a little, but still pointing the shotgun
at her chest. "Show us your tits. Go on."
Donna didn't move.
Now Bo brought up his rifle, pointing that at her too. "Do it," Bo said.
"Show them to us."
Donna was shaking. "No," Donna said. Her voice was not steady, but she
said it. "No. You won't shoot me. Not now. You want me for when Lou comes. If
I'm dead you can't use me to get him to tell you. You want me alive."
"God damn," Bo said. "This little bitch."
"She's right," Wilbur said softly. "You're right, Donna. We don't want
you dead. But we do want you to show us your breasts. Now how do you think we
can do that?"
"I won't," Donna said.
"That's too bad," Wilbur said. Wilbur moved behind Donna's chair, and
then swiftly he took hold of Donna's long brown hair with one hand and pulled
it sharply downward, jerking Donna's head back over the top of the chair,
pulling it forcibly back and down until Donna's neck was stretched to its
limit, her body arching painfully, her popping eyes staring at the spot at
which the cabin roof joined the back wall. Donna was gasping for breath.
"Arvin," Wilbur said, and Arvin swiftly drew back his shotgun and then
slammed it forward as hard as he could into Donna's stomach.
Donna made a gurgling, rasping, retching sound and began to gag and choke
frantically, her body arching and bucking and twisting in the chair, struggling
agonizedly to breathe, and Wilbur still held his grip on her hair, holding her
head still, Donna's gasping mouth wide, eyes wild, nostrils flaring. Awful
strangling, choking sounds signalled the painful, gradual admission of air to
her struggling throat, and slowly, gradually Donna was able to start breathing
normally, gasping, coughing, gagging, moaning, whimpering with pain until
Wilbur at last let go of her hair. Donna sat, still gasping, shaking, clutching
her stomach, panting hard.
"Now," Wilbur said, moving around to stand in front of her. "Now, Donna.
Will you show us?"
Donna could not speak.
"Do I have to ask you again?"
Donna shook her head. She wasn't looking at him.
"Will you?" Wilbur said.
Donna, slowly, nodded.
"Do it," Wilbur said. Wilbur stood, waiting.
Arvin stood, waiting.
Bo stood, waiting.
Donna's shaking hands went to her throat and slowly opened the top button
of her dress. Then she undid all the buttons, down to her waist. Donna was
looking at the floor. She hesitated. They waited. Donna pulled the top of the
dress apart, baring her breasts to them, and slid it down off her shoulders.
Her nipples were hard with fear and embarrassment.
Wilbur and Arvin and Bo looked at her breasts for a long time, saying
nothing.
Then Bo said, "I got to touch those beauties!"
Wilbur said, "No. Not now. That's all now. Lou will be coming home soon.
I want to do this right. Just like I said. Put it back, Donna."
Donna slid her dress back on and buttoned it up.
Wilber said, "String her up."
Donna couldn't fight them. It was, as Wilbur had said, the first thing
Lou saw as he came through the door. Donna hanging by her wrists from the roof,
arms pulled tautly over her head, body stretching, straining, dangling, feet
floating six inches from the floor. And moaning in pain.
The second thing Lou was aware of was Bo's gun in his back; then Arvin
and Wilbur were facing him.
"I will kill you," Lou said, and Donna knew he was absolutely serious.
But for now Lou couldn't do anything. Soon Lou was bound tightly to the chair
Donna had sat in, bound hand and foot, not able to do a thing. Wilbur asked Lou
to tell him about the gold, but with no real hope that Lou would.
"This is how it is, Lou," Wilbur said. "You're gonna watch us with your
wife. We're gonna do things to her. First we'll strip that dress off her. And
anything else she's got on. Okay?"
"I will kill you," Lou said again.
Wilbur said, "Then we'll hurt her. A lot. Okay? Until you tell us. And if
that's not enough, we'll fuck her. You hear me, Lou? All of us will fuck your
wife. And that's not all."
"I will kill you," Lou said.
"First you'll tell us about that gold. You want to tell us now? Save
Donna a lot of pain. You tell us right now, I can still stop the boys from
giving it to her. I think. But if you don't -- How about it?"
"Go to hell," Lou said.
"Strip her," Wilbur said.
Arvin, standing in front of Donna, ripped her dress open, popping
buttons, from throat to waist, and spread it apart. Donna's breasts thrust out,
pulled high and tight by the position of her straining arms.
"Donna," Lou said. "I can't tell them. No matter what. I can't."
"I know," Donna said, gasping. "It's all right, Lou. It's all right.
Don't do it."
Bo was cutting the top of Donna's dress off her with his knife, and now
Donna was bare to the waist, strips of tattered cloth hanging from her hips.
"She looks good that way, by god," Wilbur said. "Now watch this, Lou.
This is going to be fun." A long thick black flexible strip of harness leather
was in his hand. Then it was whistling through the air and cracking viciously
across Donna's naked back. And Donna was screaming, body twising wildly, legs
kicking, thrashing, breasts bouncing.
"Tell us, Lou," Arvin said.
Lou said nothing.
Wilbur did it again. Donna screamed harder. Lou closed his eyes. Wilbur
said, "Lou, you open your eyes and watch this, and don't stop watching again,
or by god I'll kill her right away."
Lou watched. As Wilbur whipped Donna's back. Again and again. Donna's
body was twisting and turning uncontrollably, and as it swung all the way
around until she was facing him, Wilbur began whipping Donna across the
breasts. Donna was howling in awful agony.
"Tell us," Arvin said.
Lou said nothing. His face was stone. Old stone.
Wilbur stopped. Bo went to Donna and cut the waist of the dress. It slid
down and fell to the floor. Donna was wearing only a pair of white panties.
"Damn!" Arvin said. "Good legs, ain't they?"
"Great legs!" Bo said. "I want them around me, man. And I mean soon!"
Wilbur said, "Tell us, Lou."
Lou said, "Donna --"
Donna said nothing. She was gasping and sobbing and moaning.
Wilbur said, "Cut that rope." They took Donna down but now tied her
across a low wooden bench, with her hands stretched back, wrists still tied,
fastened to the floor, and her long curving legs spread wide apart, ankles
bound to bolts in the floor, body arching tautly in a tight, painful bow. "Just
right for fucking," Wilbur said. "Tell us about the gold, Lou."
"I can't," Lou said. "God damn you to hell."
Wilbur was crouching by Donna's outstretched leg. "God, your wife has
good legs," Wilbur said, putting his hand on Donna's calf and slowly running
his fingers up along her taut thigh. Slowly sliding that hand over that tight,
beautifully curving skin, all along the length of Donna's exquisite leg.
"Bo," Wilbur said. "Put that poker into the fire."
Donna moaned with fright.
Bo brought the poker to Wilbur. It was red hot. Glowing with searing
heat. Wilbur took it. "You want to tell us, Lou?" Wilbur said, and he lay the
tip of the poker on the inside of Donna's thigh.
Donna's body arched high off the bench, all of her straining, pulling,
struggling against the ropes that held her wrists and ankles, and all of her
screaming, screaming.
"Christ," Bo said. "Look at those tits bouncing around. Hey, do that
again, Wilbur."
Wilbur said, "Lou?"
Lou said nothing.
Donna said, gasping, choking, "No. No, not again. No, no. Don't, no,
don't."
Wilbur lay the poker on the side of Donna's leg just above her knee.
Donna's shrieking and howling drowned Lou's cursing. The bench creaked loudly
with the tightly bound struggling of Donna's twisting, writhing body.
"Yeah," Bo said. "They sure do bounce all right."
"Lou?" Wilbur said.
"Stop," Lou said. "For God's sake stop."
"Will you tell us?
"Damn you! I can't! You know I can't."
"Too bad," Wilbur said.
"Oh no," Donna said, crying. "I can't, I can't, please don't. Lou --
please -- Lou --"
"Donna --"
Wilbur raised the still-glowing poker.
"No!" Donna screamed. "Tell them! Lou! Tell them! Please oh please --"
"Donna," Lou said. "I can't. I can't."
"Damn you!" Donna howled. "Tell them, you bastard! You filthy son of a
bitch! Tell them! Please, oh please, bastard, you oh god please --"
Wilbur put the poker high up on Donna's thigh, not far from her crotch.
Donna's shouts now sounded un-human. Donna's bound naked body bucked and
spasmed wildly against its bonds, all the muscles and tendons in that body
standing out plainly against that straining flesh. Finally Donna's contortions
and struggling proved too much for the old wooden bench. It broke under her
weight and fell apart. Donna, landing flat on her back amid the bits of
splintered wood, was still bound and spread-eagled, but now that body was not
pulled so taut, and she was able to move arms and legs, though only slightly.
Donna was crying. "No more," Donna said, sobbing it. "Oh dear god,
please, no more."
"That's up to your husband, girl," Arvin said.
"Lou," Donna said. "Please, Lou. Oh please --"
"I can't, Donna," Lou said.
"Oh dear Jesus," Donna said. "I hate you. I hate you, you filth. I hate
you."
"Don't," Lou said. "Donna please."
"How about this!" Arvin said, grinning. "The girl don't love him no more.
Guess old Lou ain't gonna get his cock sucked any more now. Not by this lady."
"How about it, Lou?" Bo said. "You didn't know your little wife told us
all about how she sucks your cock for you, did you?"
"You bastards," Lou said. "I'll kill you all."
"Well, I don't know," Wilbur said. "I think it might be interesting if
she did, don't you, boys?"
"Did what?" Bo said.
"Did suck Lou's cock," Wilbur said. "With us watching. I'd like to see
that, wouldn't you? Especially as she says she hates him and all."
"You mean make her do it for him, in front of us? Jesus!" Arvin said.
"Wait a minute," Bo said. "Why should she do it for him? Why not for us?"
"Don't be so impatient, Bo," Wilbur said. "We can make her do it for us
too. If old Lou stays stubborn, that is. But this is gonna be something to
watch."
"You're filth," Lou said. "God, you're filth."
"How about it, Donna," Wilbur said. "Would you like to suck your
husband's cock for us?"
"He's right," Donna said, choking. "You are filth."
"Bo," Wilbur said. "This poker's cooling off. Put it back in the fire."
"Oh no," Donna said. "Please, no. Don't. Please. You can't, please.
Please don't, oh god please --"
"Will you suck Lou's cock for us?" Wilbur said.
Donna said nothing.
Wilbur took the burning hot poker from Bo.
"Yes!" Donna said. "Please, yes, I will, yes, don't, please, I will, yes,
yes, I will, don't --" Sobbing and choking and crying, her outspread body
squirming, writhing.
And Wilbur said, "Good. But first I want to fuck you."
"No!" Lou said loudly.
"About time," Bo said.
Arvin said, "Us too, Wil," and Wilbur said, "I'm first."
"No, damn you to hell!" Lou said.
"It's too late, Lou," Wilbur said. "You can't stop it now. Even if you
told us now, I'll do it anyway. You think I can keep away from that body now?
It's too late. You'll still tell us, though. Later." As Wilbur said this he was
taking off his clothes. "Now you can watch," Wilbur said. "Just sit and watch,
Lou. While I fuck your wife. Just sit and watch."
Naked, Wilbur got down on the floor next to Donna. "What a great body,"
Wilbur said, putting his hands on Donna's breasts. "You're a lucky guy, Lou."
Wilbur's hands tightened, his fingers sinking into that rounded flesh. Donna
groaned. Wilbur's hands skid all around on Donna's body. "You watching, Lou?"
Wilbur said. "Watch this." Wilbur lay down on Donna, crushing her body under
his. "Damn, that feels good," Wilbur said.
"Don't," Lou said. "You god-damned son of a bitch. I'll rip your guts out
if it's the last thing I do."
"Watch, Lou," Wilbur said, putting his stiff phallus into positions at
Donna's squirming crotch. "This is it. I'm gonna do it to her now."
"Don't," Donna said. "Please don't."
Wilbur pushed the tip of his phallus into Donna's vagina. "There," Wilbur
said. "I'm going in now, Lou. God it's nice in there." Pushing further. "God,
it's sweet." Pushing further. Donna was crying softly. "I'm inside your wife,
Lou," Wilbur said. Pushing further. "Damn, it's so good and tight and soft in
there." Pushing further. "I'm all the way in, Lou. I guess you know how good it
feels, don't you? Just beautiful. Now I'm gonna fuck her, Lou. You watch now."
Wilbur began to move, slowly. "I'm fucking your wife, Lou. Damn, I could do
this all day long. Maybe I will. What a fine fuck she is. And she's not even
cooperating. I'll bet it's really something when she gets hot, isn't that
right, Lou? Hell, it sure ain't bad this way."
"You want her to cooperate for you, Wil?" Arvin said. "I bet we can make
her do that. Couldn't we, Bo?"
"Damn right," Bo said. "A little taste of that poker again and that girl
will do anything we want her to. How about it, Wil?"
"Hear that, Donna?" Wilbur said, moving slowly still, in and out of
Donna's shuddering body. "The boys want to see you fucking me back. You want
them to give you some more of that hot poker? Maybe on your tits this time? Do
you, Donna?"
"No," Donna said, whispering it. "No, please."
"Then get with it, girl. Put on a good show for us. And for your husband
over there. Fuck me like you want it. You hear me?"
Donna made a moaning sound of despair. Still crying, Donna began to move
with him, raising and lowering her hips with Wilbur's rhythm, arching her body
against his, twisting it within the limitations of her bonds.
Wilbur laughed. "Look at this, Lou," Wilbur said, moving harder. "Your
little wife is fucking me. Look how she likes it, too. Don't stop, Donna girl."
Donna didn't stop.
"Damn, I'm gonna shoot in her, Lou," Wilbur said. "I'm gonna shoot right
inside your wife's body." Grunting now, panting, Lou grabbed a handful of
Donna's hair and, holding her head tightly still, ground his mouth down onto
hers, mashing her lips brutally,, grunting and groaning into Donna's crying,
sobbing mouth as paroxysmsm wracked his body and he shot his gism into Donna's
belly.
Finishing at last, Wilbur rolled off her. "You enjoy that, Lou?" Wilbur
said, panting. "I sure as hell did."
"Donna," Lou said. "Donna, I --"
"Shut up," Donna said, sobbing. "Damn you, Lou. Why couldn't you just
tell them? Damn you to hell! Damn you!"
"Okay," Wilbur said. "This looks like a good time for what I was talking
about. Bo, untie this beautiful thing. Donna, I want you to suck Lou's cock for
us now."
Bo undid Donna's bonds. Arvin cut Lou's pants off. Lou fought the ropes
holding him in the chair, but to no avail.
"Donna," Wilbur said. "Go to your husband and suck him. Go on."
Donna didn't move. Bo picked up the poker, but Arvin just took Donna by
the hair and pulled her forcibly across the floor, screaming. Wilbur and Arvin
put Donna in front of Lou's chair, on her knees.
"Okay, Donna," Wilbur said. "Do it."
Wilbur and Bo and Arvin all stood around Donna so they could watch.
"Filth!" Lou said, chokingly.
"Lou's kind of limp," Wilbur said. "Damn, Lou, I wouldn't be limp if I
had this girl on her knees like this, about to suck my cock with that pretty
little mouth. But that's okay, Donna. You just take that thing in your mouth
and be nice to it and it'll start growing all right. Go on."
"Don't do it, Donna," Lou said. "Don't give them the satisfaction."
"You bastard," Donna said. "God damn you. Don't you know what they'll do
to me?"
"Enough talk," Wilbur said. "Put that mouth to work, girl."
Donna, shuddering, hesitated. "Please," Donna said. "Don't make me do
this. I don't want to do this. Please. Please."
"Bo," Wilbur said.
"All right," Donna said.
Donna took Lou's limp phallus in her hand, and with a tiny moan brought
her head down to his crotch and put that phallus into her mouth.
"Damn!" Bo said.
"Christ!" Arvin said.
"That's the girl," Wilbur said. "Now get it good and hard so you can suck
it for us. Lick it for him. Lick it all over."
Donna used her tongue on Lou's phallus, licking it, and it soon began to
grow, swelling slowly.
"Don't," Lou said in a low voice. "Donna, don't. Don't."
But Donna didn't stop. Lou was soon big and hard and stiff in her mouth.
Wilbur and Arvin and Bo were crouching around her to get a close look at what
Donna was doing. Donna was crying around Lou's phallus and big tears slid down
her face, but Donna was sucking him, slowly sucking Lou's phallus, sliding her
lips up and down around it, taking all of it into her mouth and pulling back to
the tip of it, her head slowly bobbing up and down. Sucking her husband's
phallus. Licking it. Almost choking on it. As Wilbur and Bo and Arvin watched
all of it. Until Lou, cursing, began to climax.
"Swallow it, Donna," Wilbur said. "Swallow it all. Just like you told us
you did. Drink it down."
Lou climaxed with a curse, and Donna, kneeling on the floor in the midst
of the cheering watchers, swallowed his spunk. Swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed, until Lou's phallus slid out of her mouth and she just knelt there,
sobbing and sobbing.
"I want that," Bo said. "I want it now."
"Okay, Bo," Wilbur said. "Donna, do that for Bo. Unless Lou wants to tell
us about the gold now."
Lou said nothing. Bo moved close to Donna, opening his pants.
"This is good," Wilbur said. "Right here right in front of Lou, so he can
get a good look. Just turn a little bit, Donna. That's it. You watching, Lou?"
And Donna took Bo's already stiff phallus into her mouth and did to it
what she had done to her husband's, her head slowly, steadily bobbing. "Oh god
DAMN!" Bo said. "Oh, Christ! That is something, all right. Your wife has a
great mouth, Lou. Just a beautiful mouth. And she knows what to do with it too,
doesn't she, Lou? You teach her to do this, Lou? God, she's good. Oh, she's so
damn good. Don't stop, girl. Just take it all. All the way. Watch this, Lou.
Watch what I'm gonna do. Don't stop, honey. I don't want you to swallow mine. I
got something else in mind for it. Damn, this girl is so fucking good! Watch
now, Lou. Watch...this --" And at the last second Bo pulled his phallus swiftly
out of Donna's mouth. Holding her by the hair so that she couldn't pull away,
Bo shot his copious gism right into Donna's face, shooting it all over her
face, into her hair, into her eyes, up her nose, across her mouth. Donna was
crying and trying to pull away, but she couldn't.
"You want to tell us now, Lou?" Wilbur said.
"Hey," Arvin said. "I want a crack at her."
"You got it," Wilbur said. "And after that, we start getting rough. What
do you say, Lou?"
"Go to hell," Lou said.
Arvin said, "You know what I want to do?"
"Yeah," Bo said. "You want to fuck her up the ass. That's what you always
want to do to a girl."
"That's not all," Arvin said. "I want Lou to be our mattress."
Bo and Wilbur thought this a great idea. Lou was unbound from his chair
and stripped naked, then put onto the bed, arms pulled back over his head, his
wrists lashed to the top of the bed, ankles bound to the bottom.
"Lie down on top of him, Donna," Wilbur said. "Face down."
"Lou," Donna said. "Please tell them. Please, I'm begging you. If you
ever loved me. Tell them. For god's sake make them stop this."
"I do love you, Donna," Lou said. "I do. But I can't. I can't."
"Oh you filthy bastard," Donna said. "You're worse than they are. If I
get through this alive I'll never look at you again. I'll curse you till I
die."
"Don't say that, Donna. You must understand," Lou said.
"I hate you," Donna said.
"Lie down on top of him," Wilbur said.
"I don't want to touch him," Donna said.
Bo and Arvin and Wilbur tied Donna down on top of Lou, facing him,.
spread-eagled tightly on the bed so that Donna could hardly move, her breasts
mashing into Lou's chest, her torso jammed against his, all of her body
pressing tightly down on Lou's. With Donna in this position, Arvin lay down on
top of her, crushing her still harder into her husband's body. Donna's face was
just above Lou's, for in a burst of inspiration Wilbur had bound her long brown
hair to one of the bed rails at the head, so Donna couldn't lower her head all
the way; but her face was against Lou's, though Donna struggled to turn it away
from him. Lou was looking right into his wife's eyes, and now Arvin pulled
Donna's buttocks apart. "No," Donna was saying. "No!" But Arvin put his large,
stiff phallus against Donna's anus and brutally rammed it into her. Donna was
squalling and yowling and trying to twist, but that body only jammed itself
harder against Lou. Lou's face was terrible. Arvin took Donna without pausing,
hard and fast, ramming her into her husband's body. Donna was screeching like a
demented animal with agony and anguish and horror. Lou was crying now. Arvin
shot hard into Donna's behind and got up.
"Lou," Wilbur said. "Tell us about the gold."
Lou said nothing.
"Look," Bo said. "His cock is hard."
"So it is," Wilbur said. "See what you do to him, Donna? Fuck him now."
Donna was crying too hard to hear. Bo grabbed Donna's hips and placed her
into position, so that Lou's cock slid into her vagina.
"Fuck him, Donna," Wilbur said loudly. The sobbing girl began to do as he
said, moving her hips as much as she could in that restricted and agonizing
position.
"Whip her," Wilbur said, and Arvin took his belt off and started whipping
Donna up and down her body as she went on servicing her husband. Donna was
screaming and bucking under that whip, coming down across her back, shoulders,
buttocks, thighs and legs.
After Lou came into Donna's writhing, twisting, spasming body, he told
them about the gold.
So Arvin and Bo and Wilbur Clifton went away. Leaving Lou and Donna as
they lay.
Two days later they came back.
Donna's hair still kept her head from falling; Donna's whip and burn
marked body was still stretched intolerably above that of her husband.
Wilbur unbound Donna, and they made Lou watch as all of them took her
again, and all of them made Donna suck them until they shot into her throat,
and then they had Donna suck Lou again. At last Wilbur gave Donna his pistol
and told her to shoot Lou, and when she couldn't Bo took the poker to Donna's
breasts, until she did.
Before leaving they put Donna on the floor and pissed on her body...
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DONNA'S DESCENT by V.P. Viddler
na117711@anon.penet.fi
Part 2 - The Ranch
Knowing about the gold, the Cliftons in two months became rich. Wilbur
bought a ranch of his own. Arvin was his manager. Bo was foreman.
Bo was working horses when Donna walked onto the ranch.
Bo stared. Donna stood looking around. Donna wore a brown cotton shirt
and black denim pants. Bo waited. Finally Donna came to him.
"What do you want, Donna?" Bo asked.
"I want to talk to Wilbur," Donna said.
"Why?" Bo said.
"I want to talk to him. Where is he?"
"What do you want him for?"
"Will you let me talk to him?"
"You want something, right?" Bo said. "You want it bad."
Donna said nothing.
"You want Wilbur," Bo said, "you got to go through me."
"All right," Donna said.
Bo took Donna into the barn, where Donna went down on her knees and took
Bo's phallus in her mouth and sucked him until Bo shot into her throat, and
swallowed it.
"Go into the house," Bo said. "Wilbur will talk to you."
"Well, Donna," Wilbur said. "This is a surprise."
"I have nothing," Donna said.
"I know," Wilbur said.
"I can't live this way," Donna said.
"You want to stay?" Wilbur said.
"No," Donna said. "But I don't know what else to do."
"If you stay," Wilbur said, "you'll belong to me."
"What do you want?" Donna said. "My body? You've already had that. All of
it."
"I want it willingly," Wilbur said.
"Oh," Donna said.
"Willingly," Wilbur said. "Any time I say. Any way I say."
"Bastard," Donna said.
"Say you're sorry for that," Wilbur said.
"I'm sorry," Donna said.
"Now say what you'll do for me," Wilbur said.
"All right," Donna said. "I'll give you my body. Willingly. Any time you
say. Any way you say."
"And," Wilbur said, "in front of anybody I say."
"Oh god," Donna said.
"Say it."
"All right," Donna said. "In front of anybody you say. Bo and Arvin.
You'll share me with them, I suppose."
"Not only them," Wilbur said.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on," Wilbur said.
Wilbur took Donna out to the corral. All the ranch hands were called out,
all the rustlers and cowboys and wranglers and hands. About fifty altogether.
Wilbur put them in a circle around the corral. He and Donna stood in the
middle.
"Strip," Wilbur said.
Donna stood still for a long time. Nobody moved. Six minutes passed.
Nobody moved. Wilbur just waited. And then Donna made a soft breaking noise and
took off her clothes. Unbuttoning the shirt, pulling it off, baring her breasts
to them. Opening her pants. Wriggling out of her pants. Pushing them down, down
over her hips, wriggling to get out of them, down her legs, off. And Donna's
panties. Off. And then Donna lay down on the ground on her back and Wilbur took
her in front of all of them.
"You'll all have your turn," Wilbur said. "Isn't that right, Donna?"
Donna, after a minute, said it was right.
That night Arvin had Donna after dinner, with Donna bending over the end
of the dinner table with her breasts mashing against the top. Arvin took her in
the ass while Bo, Wilbur and two servants looked on.
Next day Wilbur put Donna out on the porch, naked, her arms pulled up and
out to the sides, each wrist bound with rope which was tied to a porch post,
virtually hanging by her outspread arms. All the hands came to look at her,
passing by all day long, but only Juanito, Wilbur's head wrangler, was allowed
to touch her this day. Juanito spent a long hour playing with her. "Ay,
Mamacita," Juanito said, spitting in Donna's face. His hand slid onto her
breasts, then twisted them until he made her cry out. "Cry for me, Mamacita,"
Juanita said. But Donna did not cry. Juanito slapped Donna's breasts, very
hard. Back and forth. Back and forth, her breasts bouncing and rolling under
his punishing hands. He laughed as Donna moaned and gasped and hissed with the
pain, but Donna would still not cry. So Juanito took out his riding quirt and
began whipping Donna's breasts with it. Donna was shouting in pain, and at last
Juanito succeeded, for Donna was crying along with her screams and she begged
Juanito to stop. Juanito began whipping Donna's legs with his quirt. "Dance for
me, Mamacita," Juanito commanded. "Dance for me with your naked body. Dance!"
And as Juanito whipped at Donna's calves, Donna did a dance of pain, lifting
her legs, kicking, twisting. Again Donna begged. Juanito wouldn't stop until
Donna promised him her body. And that night Juanito made her crawl for him. For
hours. To show what she was.
Wilbur watched, smiling.
Two days later Wilbur put Donna out again, again on the porch; but this
time she was hanging virtually by her hair, which was bound to the top porch
rail, and Donna could touch the ground only by standing on tiptoe. In this
uncomfortable position, naked, Donna was in agony. Donna's hands were bound
behind her, so she had to balance on her toes, which soon became impossibly
exhausting, or hang by her hair, which was insupportably painful. Donna was on
display and exhibition as Wilbur's toy, possession and plaything. All the hands
were allowed access to Donna's helpless nakedness, touching, feeling, playing
with her body. Until Wilbur put her on her knees, her hair now bound to a low
rail, holding Donna upright as she knelt in the dirt, hands still bound at her
back. Donna's mouth was now available to all. Man after man stood in front of
her with his phallus in Donna's submissive mouth, and Donna sucked them all and
swallowed their gism. For hours.
Wilbur that night took Donna to his bed and took her body for hours, with
an uncontrollable passion for her inability to avoid submission.
"I will keep you for my personal slave from now on," Wilbur said. "But it
will mean pain."
"I have much pain now," Donna said.
"Do you think about the poker?" Wilbur said, and Donna was pale.
"Not that. Please not that. I am yours, my body, my mouth, all of me is
yours, do with me as you will, I'll obey, I'll submit, I will not protest. I
will do what you want. Please show mercy, please. Anything but that."
"Only if you surrender your will. All of it. And willingly give to me
your pain, as a gift for my entertainment. Willingly give your agony and
anguish for my satisfaction. Will you do that, Donna?"
"If -- if I can," Donna said.
Wilbur lit up a long, thin cigar. Puffing it into glowing brightness, he
handed it to Donna, who lay naked on his bed. "Put it out," Wilbur said. "On
your right nipple."
Donna's hand was shaking. "How often must I do this?" Donna said.
"As often as I say," Wilbur said.
Donna was crying. "I can't stand you," Donna said. "You disgust me. You
killed my husband. You raped me. You broke my spirit. I have nothing. I want to
die."
"You can't die," Wilbur said. "Put out the cigar, girl."
Donna took a long shaking breath and broght the burning cigar tip to her
right nipple and ground it out on the pink flesh. Donna screamed horribly and
twisted onto her side, almost doubling up on the bed. Wilbur took Donna's hair
and pulled her face into his crotch and stuck his phallus into Donna's shouting
mouth. Donna, crying hard, began to suck him. Wilbur watched Donna's bobbing
head.
"Think about Lou," Wilbur said. "Think about him watching this. Your
husband watching you suck me and Bo and Arvin. Think about swallowing all our
spunk and Lou watching it all. Lou is here with us now, Donna. Don't stop. I'm
coming in your mouth. Watch this, Lou. Watch THIS..."
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DONNA'S DESCENT by V.P. Viddler
na117711@anon.penet.fi
Part 3 - The Animals
"Of all the animals you ever brought me, this is by far the prize-winning
specimen," Orin Bask said, looking hungrily over Donna's body, hog-tied and
naked in the back of Wilbur Clifton's truck. Orin was about sixty, fat and
panting.
"Well, Orin," Wilbur said. "Don't I supply you with anything you need to
accomodate your studs with? How many damn cows and pigs and horses and god
knows what have I brought you?"
"And I always paid through the nose for it, too," Orin said. "And, damn,
this is the most pricy animal I ever contracted for."
"But it's damn worth it, you gotta admit," Wilbur said.
"Well, it sure fucking looks good, I'll say that. Fact, Wilbur, this fine
animal is too good for my hands. Shit, how about we let those fuckers wait for
their fun, and bring this bitch inside for a while. I wouldn't mind having a go
at her myself. Damn, that's truth!"
"I'll just bet. But hell, Orin, I don't mind. It's all in your bargain.
She's yours for all day, and who and how many studs she services ain't no skin
off my back. I sure as shit had my fill of her, I can tell you that. I had to
tame the bitch and break her in good. And damn straight I did too. Now she does
anything I want. And I mean anything. So when you said you had fifty horny
hands who had to have servicing, I thought why not? So I hog-tied her just like
a pig or a calf and stuck her in the truck and this is it. Now you got all day,
and if you want to play around with her a bit first, why not? If you want, I
can show you some of her tricks."
"Good. Bring her into my living room."
Wilbur carried Donna across his shoulders into Bask's house.
"You can stay," Orin told Wilbur, "but by god first I want this gorgeous
animal to bring me off. I can't wait."
"Okay, Orin. How do you want it first? You want her loose?"
"No, I like it just how it is.
Donna was lying on the floor, on her stomach, with her wrists tied
painfully behind and her legs drawn painfully up, ankles bound to wrists,
thighs straining, calves quivering. Bask sat in a chair right in front of her,
pulling out his cock.
"I want to fuck that mouth first," Bask said. "Just pull on her hair a
little bit, Wilbur, to raise her head up for me, okay?"
Wilbur did that, pulling hard until Donna's head was forced up, neck
straining, mouth pulling open.
"How's this?" Wilbur, using thin cords, lashed Donna's hair to the ropes
around her wrists and ankles. Donna's hair strained at her scalp, her mouth
staying open, gasping sounds of pain coming out of it.
"Fantastic," Orin said. "Just right."
"You want her to ask you to fuck her mouth, Orin? You want to hear her
beg for it? She will, you know. If I say so. I can make her do anything. You
want to hear that?"
Bask was gazing raptly into Donna's pain-filled, wild eyes. "Hell, yeah,"
Bask said.
"Donna," Wilbur said, "do it. Ask Orin to fuck your mouth, and do it nice
now."
Donna, with her mouth unable to close all the way with the pulling of her
scalp, could not speak too well. "Eesh," Donna said, gasping. "Eesh --
wuh-wuhck -- wuhck -- wy -- uhh uhh -- ouf -- outh."
"God damn!" Orin said, grinning. "You trained this bitch good, all right.
Ask me again, bitch."
Donna said it again.
"No," Orin said. Moving forward in his chair, he positioned his stiff
cock just in front of Donna's straining mouth. "You do it. Put that mouth over
this and suck it nice and slow. Come on, what are you waiting for? You need a
taste of the whip?"
Fear joined pain in Donna's eyes. Trying to hitch her body closer by
sliding on her stomach, twisting and writhing, Donna agonizingly forced her
head forward to allow her mouth to slip around Bask's cock. Hair taut against
her scalp, wrists pulling arms up tightly, calves and thighs knotted with
strain and tension, Donna took him into that mouth, closing her lips around
him, moaning around his cock, gasping through her nostrils as that mouth began
sucking him, moving slowly up and down, a moan of pain coming out of her with
each forced lowering of that slowly bobbing head.
"Slow down," Bask said, and Donna did. "Christ, fabulous!" Orin said
hoarsely. "How did you train her so fucking good?"
"First the poor lady had no place to turn," Wilbur said, running his hand
proprietarily along Donna's straining thigh. "My brothers and I had to knock
off her husband to find his gold stash. That bastard wouldn't tell us the
location until we spent a full day making him watch us raping this woman, and
doing all kinds of filthy things to her. All of us, all day long. Right,
Donna?"
Donna was crying, sobbing around Orin's cock as she still slowly sucked
him.
"So Bo and Alvin and I got that gold and put up our ranch and soon by god
this lady came along and had nothing to live on or anything, so Bo and Alvin
and I made her fuck and suck us all to shit so she could stay with us. And I
lent her out to my hands, and then I found I liked it a lot when old Donna was
hurting and suffering, so I hurt her a lot and soon I was making her hurt
herself for me any time I told her to. Man, that was fantastic! Donna hating me
and hating herself and most of all hating the pain, but doing it, still doing
it any time I said so. It still turns me on, and I want to show you how it
works."
"Man, that sounds fucking fabulous!" Bask said. "Just let me shoot my
stuff down this fine sucking animal's throat first, so I can watch her
swallowing it all. Lick it, Donna baby. That's it. Don't stop licking now, and
I'm gonna shoot off in your cocksucking mouth, and I want you to fucking
swallow it all. All of it. You got that, bitch? Tell me. Say it."
"Nn -- nnghh," Donna said, gasping. "Aghh -- awwwow -- ih -- aghhh."
Which Donna did.
"Christ on a fucking crutch," Orin said. "That's the greatest blowjob I
had since I made young Diana Farnsworth suck me off in front of her daddy."
"What?" Wilbur said. "Diana Farnsworth? Why, that girl is only about
sixteen! And her daddy's a goddam minister!"
"That's right," Bask said, chuckling. "Why, that old Farnsworth almost
ran off with church funds from that old picnic last year. But I caught him at
it, and that man almost burst. I was gonna turn the son of a bitch in, but
Farnsworth he begged and all, and said shit, he'd split that moola with me. I
said I didn't want any part of that. So he said I could have anything of his I
wanted. And right then that fine young girl comes in. And man, I took a good
look at that curvy body and that twitchy little mouth and I said, okay,
reverend, that's what I want, right there. I want your daughter, and I want to
fuck her right now, right in front of you. How's that? Man, he was cursing at
me and shaking and god knows what, and that Diana could hardly stand up, she
was so damn scared. For that gal knew her daddy would do anything to keep out
of jail. Farnsworth was a fucking ghost, and Diana began crying about how she
was a virgin and all. I said I didn't know about if she was a virgin or not,
but I knew damn well that girl had been doing all kinds of fooling around with
boys off in them woods back there, so I thought she would know what was what
all right. So I said all she had to do was to go down on her knees and suck me
off. Right there in front of her daddy, as he watched. Suck me till I came and
I'd spurt all over her face, so Daddy could watch it. Farnsworth was babbling
on, and Diana was sobbing and begging, but you know at last that's what she
did. Crying all the time, but damn, that kid knew it all, and it was so good I
kept on coming right into her face till she almost drowned in it. Shit, I gotta
do that again soon."
"I want some of that too," Wilbur said. "And I want Alvin and Bo in on
it."
"But what about our little lady here," Orin said. "You said you'd show me
some tricks with her."
In a jiffy Wilbur had Donna unbound and then bound again, now sitting on
the floor, sitting straight up with her hair now lashed to a chain hanging from
the ceiling, holding her head high. Donna's legs were spread out along the
floor, pulled wide apart and tightly bound that way. Wilbur, sitting to Donna's
left and slightly behind her, was holding tightly to her left hand. Her right
hand was free.
"You can see all those marks on Donna's breasts," Wilbur was saying to
Orin. "Not the whip marks, but the small round marks. That's from Donna burning
her tits with my cigar. Oh, some are from my burning her too, but most are from
my making her do it herself. God, that's fun! She burns those nipples and
screams and howls and twists around and burns them again. Isn't that right,
Donna?"
"Yes," Donna said, so low as to make Bask strain to hear. "That's right."
Wilbur lit a cigar.
"And now I want you to show off for Orin, Donna," Wilbur said. "I want
him to watch how you do this to yourself. Because you can't NOT do it, right,
Donna?"
"Yes," Donna said, whispering.
"Christ!" Bask said.
"But now, Donna, I want you to burn your pretty soft thighs for us,"
Wilbur said. And he handed Donna his lit cigar. Donna took it, holding it in
her badly shaking hand.
"Donna," Wilbur said. "I want you to put that out on your right thigh.
High up on your thigh. On the inside. Just where that smooth luscious skin is
so tender. Put it out, and then I'll light it for you again. Go on, Donna. Do
it."
Donna tried. The shaking cigar was approaching her thigh.
"I can't," Donna said.
"What?" Wilbur said softly.
Donna's voice was shaking, her body was shaking. "I can't," Donna said.
"I can't do that. Please. I can't do it. Not there. Please."
"Donna --"
"Please," Donna said frantically. "You do it. Please. You do it to me.
Burn me all you want. I can't stop you. Burn me and hurt me and make me scream
for you all you want, but I -- I can't. Please. Please. I can't. I can't."
"You can't?" Wilbur said. His hand was rubbing Donna's hand which he was
holding tightly. "You can't put out that hot burning cigar on your fine soft
luscious thigh? That's too bad, Donna. What if I broke one of your fingers,
Donna? Do you think you could do it then? What if I broke two of them, Donna.
What if I broke three of them? One by one, of course. Do you think you could do
it then, Donna?"
"Oh god please, I can't, Wilbur, please --"
"Let's try," Wilbur said, and bent back a finger, hard.
"No!" Donna said. "No! Don't! Please no!"
"Will you do it, Donna?" Wilbur said.
"I'll -- I'll try --"
Donna tried.
"I can't! Please do it to me. Do it to me, Wilbur, please!"
"What a shame," Wilbur said, and bent that finger all the way back.
Crack!
Donna's shrill, agony-filled scream shook the walls.
"Will you do it now, Donna?" Wilbur said.
"Aagghhh!" Donna said. "Aughhh! Unnhh!"
"Too bad," Wilbur said.
Crack! Another finger.
Donna said, "Aarrrgghhhh! Gghhaauhh! Haugghh!"
"Will you do it now, Donna?"
"Yes!" Donna said. "Yes! Please god don't no more yes I'll do it I will."
"Do it, Donna," Wilbur said.
Donna, mewling in pain and horror and fear, brought the cigar to the soft
skin high on her inner thigh and ground it into her flesh. Howling with this
awful agony. Donna was writhing and squirming, her body spasming helplessly,
pulling her hair in torturing tugs this way and that against its confining
cords.
Wilbur, laughing, was handing Donna a newly lit cigar.
"Do it again," Wilbur said. "Right now. The same spot."
"Aunnhhh --" Donna said, and Wilbur broke a third finger.
Crack!
A shrieking, wild-eyed, twisting Donna put that cigar out on that exact
spot and her howling and thrashing and braying was a joy to both her
companions.
Wilbur didn't have to break any more of Donna's fingers now. He only had
to play with the ones alread broken. Playing with them, Wilbur had Donna burn
hot marks into her other thigh. And then Donna showed Bask how she would burn
her breasts at Wilbur's commands and how she almost went mad as she did it and
still did it and did it again. Donna's hair was almost ripping out of her scalp
as she was flung helplessly about with pain and agony and torment.
Until finally Orin said he had to fuck her again and both of them unbound
her and, turning her over, lay her flat on her stomach and Orin lay down on her
and fucked Donna's ass, but soon they put her onto her back and Orin rammed his
cock into Donna's cunt and soon was fucking and fucking away at her, slapping
at her aching breasts and commanding Donna to wrap her legs around his body,
which she did, and all this time Wilbur was holding Donna's hands above her
head, pinning her wrists down and also playing with her broken digits, giving
Donna such pain as to make her body jerk and twist and squirm and writhe,
giving Orin a good time, pleasuring him with that pain-wracked, wriggling body.
Finishing with her at last, Wilbur and Orin took Donna out to the
bunkhouse. Orin's fifty hands were waiting. And Donna was made to service all
of them, crawling from bunk to bunk, fractured fingers and all, crawling to all
of them, until all had had their fill of her mouth, ass and cunt. And then
Donna was bound to a bunk, tautly spread-eagled, and took on all hands until
nightfall.
That night Donna was made to ssuck off any animals the hands brought her.
A dog. A lamb. A calf. A pony. Donna, crying, did it all, the hands laughing.
And finally Donna was tied down in the latrine, kneeling on the filthy
ground, body arching across the dirty seat, hair nailed to the back wall so
that her head lay across the seat hole, mouth wide open. All the hands used
that latrine that night. Pissing into Donna's mouth. Or pissing on her naked
breasts. Or sitting on her face and shitting into her mouth. Or masturbating on
her, their gism splashing across her face and eyes and breasts and body. And
Donna stayed that way until morning.
Soon Orin Bask and Wilbur Clifton had gotten so hot from watching all
this that they went to pay a visit to Diana Farnsworth. Taking their guns.
"You can't do this," Farnsworth said. "What do you want?"
"Damn well you know," Bask said. "I want another crack at that juicy girl
of yours, reverend. And I'm not just talking about her mouth now, either."
Mrs. Farnsworth was crying.
"Shit," Wilbur said. "His wife's not bad too, for a broad that age. What
is she, about thirty-eight or so? Still a good body on that. Not bad at all.
Kind of aristocratic, you might say. How about killing two birds tonight?"
"You can't --" Farnsworth said.
"Tie that fuck up," Orin said, and Wilbur did.
"Now," Orin said to Diana. "It's you, girl. Strip down."
"No!" Mrs. Farnsworth said.
Wilbur hit her.
"Please --" Diana said.
"Let me put it this way," Orin said, and shot his gun, narrowly missing
Diana's feet.
"Tell Mr. Bask you want to strip for him," Wilbur said.
Diana was gasping and crying. "I -- I want to strip for you," Diana said.
"Do it."
And Diana slowly took off her clothes.
"What a body!" Bask said.
"Don't you touch her," Farnsworth said from his chair.
"Shit," Wilbur said. "Let's make this girl suck off her daddy."
Diana screamed, as did Mrs. Farnsworth.
"Christ!" Orin said. "Do that, girl. Go suck your daddy off. Do it good."
"No," Diana said. "I can't do that. Don't ask me to do that. Please."
Bask shot his gun again. "Tell me you'd like to," Bask said.
"I can't --"
"Hold her," Wilbur said, and as Orin did so, Wilbur introduced Diana
Farnsworth into the pleasure of having lit cigars put out on her nipples.
"Now," Wilbur said when Diana was only moaning and gasping, body bent,
hands cradling aching breasts, "tell you you'd like to."
"I -- I -- I'd like to," Diana said, sobbing.
"You'd like to what?" Orin said.
"I -- ohh -- I -- I'd like to -- to suck my -- my daddy -- off."
"I'm waiting," Orin said.
Diana, shaking and crying, crossed to her father's chair.
Farnsworth struggled. "No! No! Bastards!"
Diana got on her knees.
"No!" Farnsworth said.
Diana with shaking hands undid his fly and dug out his cock.
"No! Diana no! For god's sake, no!"
Diana, still crying, bent her head and took his cock into
her mouth.
"No!" Farnsworth said. "Nnnooohhh...oohh...ohhh Jesus...
ahh...ohh god aahhh..."
Diana's bobbing head went on and on and at last her soft lips and busy
tongue brought her father to climax in her mouth.
"Swallow it, girl," Orin said. "Swallow your daddy's gism. Just like you
did mine. That's a girl. Now you can lay down right on that table and spread
out, and I'm gonna fuck that fine young body all to shit."
And soon Orin was raping Diana savagely, ripping into her and pounding
away at that springy ripe young body and making her kiss him and arch for him
and hold him tightly with arms and legs until he shot up into that aching,
jouncing cunt.
"You want this young slut?" Orin said to Wilbur.
"I do all right. But first I want to warm up with this stuck-up lady
here."
"Don't lay a hand on me," Mrs. Farnsworth said boldly. "I won't allow it.
I don't care if you shoot me or hurt me or what you may do. I'll die first. If
you want to kill me, so be it. I'll not soil myself with you."
"Is that right?" Wilbur said. "Orin, kill the girl."
"You can't!" Mrs. Farnsworth said.
"Can't I? I can and I will, Mrs. -- shit, what's your first name, lady?"
"It -- it's Marilyn."
"All right, Marilyn. Do you want to watch your daughter die?"
"I -- you -- please --"
"Orin, shoot her."
"No!"
"All right, Marilyn. You have sixty seconds. In that time, this is what
you'll do. If you don't want us to kill Diana right now. You will stand up and
you will take off all your clothes until you're stark staring naked. And you
will go down on your hands and knees and you will crawl for us. You will crawl
around the room, and then you will crawl to me and kiss my boots. And lick
them. Both of them. And you will ask me humbly to rape you. Is that all clear,
Marilyn?"
"I won't," Marilyn said, choking.
"All right. Cock the gun, Orin."
Click-click. Orin's gun was at Diana's head.
"No!" Diana said. "Please. I'll be good to you, I'll suck you again, I'll
be your slave, don't, please, I'll do anything, I'll fuck you always, please
--"
Orin's gun didn't move.
Marilyn stood up, very slowly. And slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
And slowly took it off. And slowly took off her skirt. And slowly her camisole.
And slowly all her underthings. It was a good solid body. And slowly Marilyn
sank down to the floor. And on all fours Marilyn began crawling around the
room. Thighs moving. Breasts swaying. Crawling. And Marilyn crawled to Wilbur
and bowing her head licked his boots. Both of them.
And Marilyn said, "I beg you to rape me."
"Again," Wilbur said.
"I beg you to rape me," Marilyn said.
Wilbur lit a cigar. He put it on the floor and told Marily to lie down on
it. The tip against her nipple.
Marilyn did that, and as she was screaming Wilbur was whipping her with
his belt.
Soon Wilbur called for Alvin and Bo, and as Wilbur and Orin fucked
Marilyn front and back, Alvin and Bo raped Diana's ass and mouth. Diana was
soon fucking her daddy and burning her body and crying and twisting...
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