"Stop this!" Donna managed to scream at last.

Her expensive blouse had been reduced to rags. "You're making a big mistake, mister! You creeps aren't going to scare me into changing my mind, and now you're in more trouble than you ever bargained for!"

"We don't want to scare you, sexy landlady," Joel Wiederbold, who weighed at least three hundred pounds, called from behind her. "We just want to fuck around with you a little bit, maybe see what kind of a stuck-up princess you are with jism on your pretty face and a cock stuck up your little ass."

Donna started to scream, but the moment he saw her open her mouth, Gary slapped her again. This time he hit her so hard that she started to fall. Gary grabbed her by her silky blonde hair and pulled her roughly back up to her feet, then swung her away from her car and into the side of their filthy black truck. She staggered back out from the impact, and as she did, Gary swung the belt against her tender ass.

Donna did scream then, but she cut her cries short when the four brothers started laughing, realizing that they were getting off by making her scream and suffer. She tried to edge her away around the side of the truck, but Gary caught her by a handful of her golden hair and held her in place while he flogged her ass with his big leather belt.

"You bastard!" she hissed. "Don't you know how important I am in this town? You're all going to be in jail for the rest of your lives!"

"A bitch like you is good for just one thing," Gary growled, and with a jerk of his muscular arm, he dragged Donna by her hair around to the front of his truck. "That's spreading her legs and her lips for men. Your daddy didn't teach you very well, and he made a big fucking mistake when he left you all his money when he died. But now you're going to learn about your true talents, little miss landlady!"

He threw her face-down over the hood of the truck, and Donna squirmed frantically against the hot metal. John and Brad, the youngest of the Wiederbold brothers, stepped quickly in and grabbed her wrists. Before Donna knew what was happening, they had stretched her arms out over her head and tied her wrists to the rear-view mirrors that jutted out from either side of the truck's short hood.