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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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