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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... next
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