Blake Garfield

Bridal shower

CHAPTER ONE

He was staring at her again, the way he had all morning, making her nervous. Donna was beginning to think that he wanted to make her squirm. If it wasn't for the fact that Tom Reynolds was her fiance's best friend, she would have confronted him with what he was doing.

Donna just wished he would stop staring at her. There was something in his long, lingering looks that made her more nervous than she could ever remember being. After all, she was Donna Anderson, the most beautiful and popular girl in her whole graduating class. She was supposed to make men nervous, not the other way around. Obviously this self-centered friend of her husband-to-be hadn't taken a good look at her yet.

Tom didn't seem nervous about her at all, though. If anything, there was something that seemed vaguely mocking about the way he looked at her and talked to her as though she were some kind of child. Her fiance, Ryan Irving, had told her Tom was one of the most successful young executives in the country, that they'd been friends since they were children, and that she should do her best to make a good impression. Donna had tried, but the truth was that she didn't like the tall, dark-eyed man.

Donna wasn't used to things not going well. Her father had been a reasonably successful businessman, so she'd always had enough money for the things she wanted, and, as she grew up, her good looks had opened any door she wanted to go through. People always liked her, and certainly no one made fun of her. Now this cold, smiling man was doing both, and Donna just didn't know what to do.

While Ryan was busy taking care of some last-minute details for the wedding tomorrow, Tom was supposed to take her to the shop that was doing her wedding dress. She'd had some problems with them earlier and Ryan had assured her that Tom could get them to do the job right for her.

Donna had already seen enough of Tom Reynolds to last her a lifetime. He was snide and superior, and he seemed to revel in his rudeness. His first words to her had been to complain about what he called the "fucking frumpy way" she dressed, and he'd been at her ever since, turning everything she said or did against her. She wished she didn't have to go to the dress shop with him.

Tom walked over to her from across the room where he'd been looking at some books. Donna almost cringed at his approach, because she knew it couldn't mean anything good. She was only five-foot-four and he was well over six feet tall, which didn't help the way she felt either. She looked down at the floor as he strode up to stand in front of her.

"Do you know what kind of woman you are?"

Donna looked up at him, startled, not even certain she had heard him correctly. What kind of woman was she? She felt certain that this was some new insult, but she didn't understand what it was supposed to mean.

"What kind of woman am I?" She was aware of a slight trembling in her voice, but she tried to overcome it. If there was one thing that men like Tom Reynolds understood, it was firmness. "I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about, Tom. I know you're a good friend of Ryan's, but, honestly, you've acted very strangely since I've gotten here."

He moved a step closer to her, now only inches away, and he seemed to tower miles above her head. She tilted her head back to look up at him, still having a hard time meeting those gray, granite eyes. A shiver raced down her back, and she clenched her thighs tightly together.

"You're beautiful," he said.

His cultured voice had an edge that told of hard times and dirty places. That was the part of him Donna feared. He reached out and took a lock of her long blonde hair in his hand and rubbed it between his fingers.

"You've got all this pretty hair, a perfect face, a thin little figure with long legs and tits bigger than a girl your size should have."

Donna had been told she was beautiful before, but never in exactly that way. She felt another twinge shoot through her, and this time she was sure that he noticed her shudder. It was all she could do to keep herself from stepping back away from him.

What he said was true, though. Donna was a very beautiful woman, come into her nineteenth year, poised just on the edge of the soft-edged beauty of a girl and the more graceful, sophisticated beauty of a grown woman. She had the high cheeks of a model, bright-blue eyes and an aristocratic nose. Her throat was long and thin and the same flawless ivory color as the rest of her body.

Tom let loose of her hair and brought his right hand up to her silky cheek, brushing it softly. "You're a bitch. You've always gotten your way and you think you always will." Now he used his hand to brush her hair back over her shoulders, smiling at the look of outrage on her face. "You're a virgin who's always danced what you've got in front of the men but never put out."

His hand came down to rest on her shoulder, and he kneaded her flesh until she groaned.

Then she noticed that his left hand had moved, too. It was up at the waistband of her jeans, and before she could move, he had the button at the top unsnapped. He was trying to undress her. Ryan's best friend was trying to fuck her on the day before her wedding!

She jerked back away from him, her sudden movement surprising him enough that his right hand lost its grip on her shoulder. She stared at him angrily, her own hand moving to the button of her jeans.

"I'm going to tell Ryan what you tried to do to me," she quavered. "You're not his friend, you're not his friend at all, and he's going to know all about it!"

Tom crossed the distance between them so quickly, so effortlessly, that Donna didn't have a chance to react. He brushed her hands away from her zipper almost casually and he put his hand back on her shoulder exactly where it had been before. "You're the kind of woman who drives men up the fucking wall, and you're the kind of woman who once she gets started never stops." He pulled her zipper down.

"No!" she screamed. She had to stop this now. In a moment Tom would have her jeans skinned completely off her. She had to stop him now. "Let me go or I'm going to scream. I mean it, damn you!"

"Okay, bitch." His hand tightened to a painful claw on her shoulder. He grabbed her by the front of her jeans and hauled her toward him. "That just fucking does it."

Before she could resist, his hands dug into her expensive white knit top and tore it from her shoulders. With his other hand he pulled her jeans right down to her feet. In less time than she could register the fact, Tom had left her dressed in nothing but her bra and panties.

Now that he could see her body, the full, proud thrust of her nipples, the steep incut of her waist, the cup of her navel and the bulge of her cunt mound, Tom seemed to grow even more impatient. He grabbed Donna by the front of her bra and hauled her to him, making the straps cut painfully into her back and shoulders. He pressed his mouth down on hers, his mouth open and his tongue spearing out. When Donna tried to resist by keeping her mouth tightly shut, he simply used one hand to pry her jaws apart.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue spearing deep into her mouth, exploring her oral cavity. He slobbered all over her face, so much so that Donna knew he was just doing it to humiliate her further. And his hands were moving too, one pressing her to him on her small, tight ass-cheeks, the other circling her whole body and reaching to paw at her tits. He almost picked her up off the ground with his embrace.

"Like this, bitch," he moaned, bringing his mouth off hers to bite and lick at her face. "Just like this. Once you get a taste, you'll never be able to stop."

She was going to fight him to protect her honor. It was going to have to be now. Already he had her almost undressed and had touched her more intimately than Ryan ever had. Desperately she stomped down on his foot and jerked back away from him with every ounce of strength she possessed.

For one instant she was free, but she fell off balance as she tried to back away. Tom was much faster than her, his face a red mask of rage as he swung a fist into her stomach, lifting her off the ground, driving all the air from her lungs. Donna fell hard on her back, and she knew that there would be no escaping this man.

"You bitch!" he screamed. "You stupid fucking cow!"

He grabbed her by her long hair and jerked her to her feet, then buried his fist into the soft flesh of her stomach again. Only his hold on her hair kept her from falling down.

"The only fucking thing you could ever possibly be good for is spreading your legs and opening your mouth for a man, and you just don't want to do it."

He hit her again and her legs folded beneath her so he was supporting almost all of her weight with the hand he had in her hair.

"You stupid fucking cow."

Donna had started crying after he hit her the first time, but after this third blow she didn't even have the air left to do that. Her body was wracked with silent painful sobs as she tried to catch her breath. She could never remember being in such pain before, and now there was the threat of the pain never coming to an end.

Without warning, Tom brought his free hand up from beneath her, driving his fist right against the lips of her panty-covered cunt. Donna managed a small, choking scream, and she fell backward, her arms flailing, as he released his hold on her hair. The pain that shot through her now seemed to set her very bones on edge.

"Had enough, bitch?" Tom asked, following her as she squirmed across his carpet. He kicked her in her side, and she stopped trying to move, rolling into a ball. "Ready to start acting like a woman?"

He circled her and kicked her in the ass so hard that Donna began to writhe helplessly in her agony.

Tom bent down beside her and slapped her twice, hard in the face, rolling her onto her back and forcing her to stop her movements. Donna's eyes were watering so badly that she couldn't really see what he was doing to her, but a moment later she felt her arms being pulled up above her head and soon after that she felt them being tied with something that seemed quite strong but felt too soft to be rope. She tried to resist again, kicking her legs and gyrating her body, but Tom smashed the flat of his hand down on her white stomach. Pain and loss of air forced the fight right out of her.

"Two ways to play it," he husked, and now he was stripping out of his clothes. He had a hairy, powerful body. "Either you can keep playing like the stupid hung-up bitch you are and get hurt…" he illustrated his point by driving his fist into the muscle of Donna's right thigh so hard that her whole leg went numb, "…or you can start acting like the cock-hungry whore you're going to be pretty soon, and I'll treat you to your first dam-busting cum. Makes no difference to me – I get my rocks off either way."

He didn't wait for her answer, starting to maul her tits through her bra with one hand and bringing his other up between her trembling white thighs. She would have tried to resist more, but she was blinded by the tears in her eyes and she was fighting to catch her breath, and even if she recovered, she was realistic enough to realize that with her hands tied and one leg numb with pain she wasn't a match for the strong man who loomed over her.

"Oh, you're a sweet one, bitch," he muttered.

He was stripped down to just his shorts now, and he lay beside Donna, feeling up and down her virgin, shapely body. His hands squeezed and tugged at her tits, tickled down her stomach, teased her taut inner thighs.

Tom roughly pulled the front of her bra down, yanking her tits free, and went to work on her nipples. First he tweaked them, flicking his fingers against one and then the other, so hard that Donna drummed her feet against the pain. Then he began jerking up on them, grabbing one in each hand and pulling skyward as hard as he could, laughing at Donna's attempts to arch her back off the ground to ease the pain. Her tits were so firm, her nipples were so long and hard, that he just couldn't resist tormenting them.

"Please stop!" Donna begged, quivering beneath him as he gave her tits pain. "Please don't hurt me! You've got me helpless."

"I want to hurt you, bitch," he growled, rolling over so he lay half atop her, using both hands on one pointy tit now, squeezing at its base to make the tit bulge up obscenely, pinching the nipple hard.

Donna could hardly even move now with him on top of her, but the pain was so great she thrashed her head back and forth on the floor, her long blonde hair fanning out around her. She could feel the bulge of his cock where he leaned against her, throbbing hotly against her thigh, and she couldn't believe the length it seemed to have. Pricks didn't get that big, did they?

"Going to fuck you, bitch," Tom muttered, nuzzling his teeth against the side of her throat and along the underside of her right arm. He was nipping at her, catching little pieces of her skin between his teeth and pulling. "Going to rip that virgin pussy wide open and drive my big cock up to your throat. Then I'm going to turn you around and head it the other way."

One of his hands stopped torturing her tits, and for a moment Donna felt a wave of relief. Tom skated his fingers down over her stomach, pausing for an instant to toy with her deep, round navel, then scratched his fingers beneath the waistband of her flimsy white panties. Donna groaned as his fingers scraped over her pussy mound, pulling and twisting her blonde cunt hair, another source of pain now.

Tom's hand slipped down farther, and Donna felt his fingers running along the pink outer lips of her cunt. Without warning, he drilled a finger up into her hot, dry cunthole, and she bucked beneath him, groaning in pain. His other hand left her tit, and Donna could suddenly feel the super-heated length of his cock against her quivering thighs. He was getting ready to fuck her, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop him.

"Please don't," she whimpered.

He hunched the length of his concrete-hard cock along her thigh, and she could feel something slimy rub off against her white skin.

"Going to drown you in cum, baby," Tom laughed, kissing his way back up to her face, biting her flesh. "Ready for a fuck, baby? Ready for one right now?"

"No, please." Her voice was barely a whisper now, and he cut off even that feeble protest by clamping his mouth back down over hers.

She wasn't ready for a fuck, not as big as the piece of cock he was rubbing against her leg was and as tight and dry as her cunt seemed to be. She had always imagined that her first fuck would be slow and gentle, that there would be enough time for her to adjust. She knew that wasn't going to be the case now.

Instead, she was laid out on the floor, her hands tied above her head and her bra pulled down around her stomach. She had been beaten and tortured and now she was about to be fucked by a man she'd only met today, a man who was supposed to be her future husband's best friend. She'd never felt worse in her life.

Tom was gleefully mistreating her pussy now, pulling on her cunt lips and then fucking his finger back inside her to bang against her cherry.

Donna shut her eyes tight and tried to go with his torture, leaning forward when he yanked out on her tender pussylips, hunching back when he jammed his finger inside. He wasn't even making a pretense of trying to get her wet and ready. This was just another way for him to hurt her.

Suddenly he ripped her panties off, shredding them like so much tissue. He wiped her panties over his red, dripping cock-head. He grabbed her by the jaw and forced the soiled panties into her mouth.

Donna almost threw up.

"There, bitch," he laughed, rolling completely atop her. "That'll give you something to chew on."

He raised up to give Donna her first clear look at his cock, and she was glad for the dirty panties in her mouth, because she was sure she would have screamed. The huge cock that stuck out straight and hard over her quaking white stomach seemed almost a foot long and as wide around as her wrist. Certainly the cock-head, beet-red and dripping scum on her white flesh, was as big as her fist. His finger had hurt her. She didn't even want to think about what that prick would do to her.

Tom laughed at the horror he saw in her face and leaned back down against her body. He ran his big cock over her stomach.

He fucked in to the hilt, right through her cherry, and even though her dry pussy was no easy going for him, he knew that the blood from her shattered hymen would lubricate things for him.

"So much for the wedding night," he growled into her ear, bottoming out as the head of his prick nudged her cervix. He squirmed around with his hard cock inside her, wanting to feel every inch of her torn pussy. "What's Ryan going to say when he finds out you've been holding out on him when you're not even a virgin?"

Donna was already crying harder than she ever had before, but his last statement brought forth a new wave of hysteria from her. Her whole body was wracked with her sobbing now, the pain from her brutalized cunt adding desperation to her writhing. Tom had ruined her life with his monster prick, had brought her pain and was now destroying her chance for a happy life with Ryan. She felt dirty beneath him.

Tom pulled back slowly now, watching as his cock came from her cunt, stained red with her blood. He knew that his withdrawal was hurting Donna as the massive girth of his prick rubbed against the tattered ruins of her cherry. He was happy about that, because the little bitch needed some pain right now. He fucked back into her, his passage easier this time with the lubrication of her blood.

Donna jerked beneath him as though she'd been shot, her head rolling back and forth and her shoulders hunched as though she was suffering some death agony. Her cunt gripped Tom's prick so hard, it was unbelievable, and he wondered just how long he was going to last fucking this beautiful woman.

Donna would have done anything to stop him, but there was nothing she could do. As Tom set up a rhythm and really began to fuck her, she tried to raise her legs up and clutch his sides with them, but that only made his penetration easier. The pain was a steady burning now, waxing with each thrust in and waning with each withdrawal, but always present and always close to unbearable. She began pounding her head against the carpet, hoping the pain from the blows would take her mind off the burning from the fucking he was giving her.

"Oh, Donna," Tom gasped, fucking into her time after time, drilling through her agonized, wounded cunt channel. "Oh, Donna, my Donna, you finally ran into somebody who knew how to open your locks. You're never going to be the same after this, bitch, you're even going to walk different."

With that, he bit down on her vulnerable throat and increased the power of his battering at her defenseless pussy. Donna's legs went up again, spasmodically, and Tom used the opportunity to roll her back on her shoulders, his new angle allowing him even deeper access to her cunt.

Donna had stopped her thrashing beneath him. She was still in pain, but the terrible edge with which it had begun was tapering off, and she had decided that no reaction would be her best defense against the man on top of her. He seemed to love her pain, so she would hide her feelings from him as best she could.

Tom was gnawing at Donna's throat. There would soon be a mass of bruises where his mouth had traveled. His hands found her already-sore tits once again, and he began twisting them, turning them like corkscrews, bringing her pain to new heights.

It was no use. Just the jolting blows of his fucking was rocking her body, and her legs kept wanting to raise off the ground, especially now that he had her partly bent backward. This time, when her legs came up, he took full advantage too, taking his hands off her big tits long enough to roll her knees up to them. Then he really fucked into her, rocking her whole body while he pulverized her injured cunt.

Tom was biting and licking her calf now, fucking straight down into her cunt. Each time he fucked inside, he stretched her cunt to the breaking point, and each time he withdrew, the walls of her pussy sucked at his cock. It was the wildest, most mind-blowing fuck he'd ever had, and he knew it wasn't going to be long before he lost his load.

"No!" she cried, the panties in her mouth slurring her words. "Please, no, not like this."

It was to no avail. Her cunt began contracting on Tom's invading prick and her hips began to hunch up at him, despite everything she tried to do to stop. It was the most humiliating, debasing moment of her life. She strained against her bonds in her efforts to resist.

Tom's control was slipping away fast. He began to fuck her wildly, losing the careful, pounding rhythm he had kept up during the entire fuck. Now he was just hammering at her, fucking his big cock into her as fast and deep as he could go, slobbering on her leg and crushing her tits. Sweat was dripping off him. He was reaching the point of no return.

"No!" Donna screamed as the first blast of high-octane cum fired deep into her cunt. The panties flew from her mouth. "No, stop, pull it out! Please!"

She hadn't even thought about this, about the way that the rape would have to end, with him hosing his thick white cum inside her womb. Tom's orgasm froze Donna cold, and her whole body tensed as he emptied his spunk inside her. She had never felt so used and dirty in her life.

Again and again Tom's cock jerked and spat out tendrils of steaming white cum. Soon he was fucking the sticky stuff out of her, and it drooled down her tender white thighs, leaving slimy trails, like the tracks of so many snails. He was filling her up with his goo, clogging her torn cunt with thick white jizz.

Donna was sure the world had ended. He might be making her pregnant. At the very least, the first man to fill her cunt with cum would be a man she hated, not one she loved.

Finally he slowed down. Now his stuff was just dripping inside her. At least it was over now, Donna thought, and she could run away from this place and never have to see Tom Reynolds again. She would get in the shower and stay there all day, until she'd washed off every bit of the shame she felt. She tried not to pay attention to his cum as it slipped out of her cunt and traced trails down to the growing puddle beneath her taut, white ass.

CHAPTER TWO

Donna closed her eyes and wished that all of this would just go away. She had never felt worse in her life. The worst part was that she had almost cum right there at the end.

Although his cock was softening inside her cum-clogged pussy, Tom wouldn't pull out. He squirmed around, fucking his weakening cockshaft in as far as he could, and his hands came up to press against her tits. She could feel his cum running down the insides of her thighs, and she turned her head to one side, hoping he would just let her go now that he had done what he wanted to her.

"Honey, that was fucking nice." Tom cupped her pointy tits and grabbed her nipples between his first fingers and thumbs.

Donna groaned with pain as he pinched her, wondering why he was still tormenting her, wondering just how much more of this hell she was going to have to endure.

"Please get off," Donna pleaded. "You've done what you wanted. Can't you just let me go now? I won't even tell Ryan, I just want out of here."

"Fucking liar." He began a slow rotation of his hips. "You'd run right to him and scream your pretty head off. You're such a fucking liar."

He did pull out of her, though, yanking back his long cock until he was free from her. He rubbed his prick clean in her silky blonde cunt hair. He slid over to her side. While he continued to torment her tits with one hand, he slid the other down to her juicy pussy.

Donna groaned, in shame and resignation, because she could see his massive cock, stained now with her virgin pussy blood, stiffening again. He was going to keep using her, her ordeal wasn't over with yet.

"You almost got your rocks off there before," Tom said.

"I wasn't going to cum," Donna spat. "I never could with a little shit-head like you."

"That wasn't a very nice thing to say." Tom laughed. He bunched three fingers together and shoved them deep into Donna's cunt.

The size of this probe was hardly a match for the cock that had just torn away her virginity, but Donna's cunt was still sore from the fucking, and the shock of the sudden intrusion took her breath away. She arched away from him, but he followed her, fucking his fingers to the hilt up her squirming cunt.

Tom dipped his head to her stomach and began to lick out her navel. The sensation was so cool, so tickling, so unexpected, that Donna felt a flush flow over her whole body. Even the continued abuse of her tits was starting to feel less painful, and Donna felt her hips begin to hunch, quite against her will, on his three fucking fingers.

He switched positions before she had time to get used to these new sensations, leaving her navel filled with his spit and her hips grinding several inches off the ground. Now his mouth was behind one of her knees, licking and blowing. He was slowly, expertly, massaging her feet. His hand at her cunt had ceased its probing and was now rubbing rapidly against her pussy's outer lips, setting up a clit-rubbing friction that was driving her wild.

Donna knew she wouldn't be able to hold out against this. When he moved again, taking his hand from her feet and his mouth from her legs, she felt lost, abandoned. Now he was tonguing under her arm, and one of his hands was tickling the crack of her ass even as the other hand found the nub of her clit and began to twist and pinch unmercifully.

Donna moaned, and the thick quality of her groan surprised her. She was involuntarily creaming heavily now, and Tom surely knew how hot he was making her. She was nearly climbing the walls.

"Okay, Donna," Tom said, breaking from his licking at her armpits for a moment. "Beg me now, just like a good little bitch."

He scraped his cock along the firm white flesh of her thigh, leaving another trail of slimy precum.

Donna looked at him, confused, trying to figure out what he wanted. He was tearing at her clit with his fingers so hard that she should have been in agony. She was bucking desperately against that punishing hand. Sweat glossed her squirming, shapely body, sparkling in the light and wetting the carpet beneath her. She was lying open – what more could he want?

"Beg, bitch," he growled. "Now. Beg me to fuck your scummy little cunt."

He wanted her to beg him to rape her, and the terrible thing was that she was almost ready to do just that, if only to bring this thing to an end. He was rubbing his cock back and forth along her shapely thigh. Now he removed his hand from her pussy, leaving her poor cunt convulsing on thin air.

"Start talking, scum cunt," Tom laughed, swinging around between her legs and poking forward with his prick.

The big head of his cock just punched against the pouting red lips of her boiling cunt, and then he drew back, quickly, to avoid her frantic lunges toward him as she tried to capture his cock. He began to rub his prick along her straining, cum-stained inner thighs.

Donna didn't know what to do. She was almost out of her mind, her body so much wildly quivering jelly, but the idea of begging Tom Reynolds to fuck her was more than she could stand. He'd beaten her, raped her, toyed with her body like she was just a piece of equipment lying around for his amusement. For her to bow down so fully to his whims that she would beg for the honor of taking his prick was just too much to stand.

At the thought of his giant prick, though, another convulsion tore through her, and her hips kicked up almost a full foot off the floor. She could feel the outer lips of her cunt peeling back, revealing the creamy pink depths of her pussy sheath. She just couldn't understand why her body was reacting this way. Slippery fuck juices ran down over her tight ass, and Donna knew that she was already humiliating herself.

"I guess you don't want it after all," Tom sighed, then blew hot air across her erect, throbbing nipples.

He grabbed his massive cock in his hand and began drooping his prick on the puffy, pouting lips of her cunt, letting his cock bounce against her drooling flesh again and again. Donna moaned as the shockwaves set her clit to vibrating, brought her so maddeningly close to completion that she couldn't stand it. She wanted his cock right now, worse than she'd ever wanted anything before in her life.

Then, switching quickly once more, he leaned forward and began licking her nipples. He started running the very tip of his prick around the lips of her pussy.

Donna could stand no more. Her anxiety had finally overwhelmed her resistance. Crying in shame, wishing she was dead, she realized that she would have to beg for his prick. He had just come once, so he could keep teasing her for a very long time. She had to stop him now.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice catching with her sobs. "Tom, please fuck me."

"What did you say?" Tom smirked, lifting his head from her tits to lick and kiss her delicate throat. "Did the cold little bitch ask me to fuck her?"

"Yes!" Donna cried. Her willpower, her spirit, was broken. This torture had to end. "Fuck me, please. I'm begging you. I can't stand this anymore."

Just as Donna was getting used to one set of tactics, Tom switched to another. Now he just darted the head of his cock a fraction of an inch inside her spasming cunt lips, then pulled back too fast for her to catch him with her gyrating hips.

"For a start that was good. But now tell me what kind of lowly whore you are, tell me about how you'd like my cum in your mouth and on your face, how you'd like to suck my asshole. Oh, and say pretty please while you're at it."

"I'm a whore!" she howled. Her arms were straining so violently at her bonds that her wrists were nearly bleeding. "I want you to fuck me so that juice is pouring out of my pussy. I'll suck your cock, I'll drink your cum, I'll do whatever you tell me forever. Just please, pretty please, fuck me now!"

She began thrashing insanely now. Tom climbed off her head and blew air across the drooping lips of her cunt. He tugged playfully at her cunt hair and mockingly plunged a finger into the deep cup of her navel in a lewd parody of the fuck she so terribly feared.

"Tell me that you'd lick out my asshole if I told you," he ordered. "Tell me that you'd lick my shitty asshole and drink my piss. You would do that for me, wouldn't you?"

"Yes!" she screamed. Her hips were flying now, her cunt juices spraying into the air. She banged her tight, hot little ass-cheeks against the floor with each maddened downward plunge. Drool rolled from the corners of her wide-open, gasping mouth, and her eyes were rolling in her head. "Piss on me now. Shit on me now."

Tom moved up her body, trailing his hand up from her blonde cunt bush over her heaving stomach and through the hollow between her full, bouncing tits. Finally, kneeling beside her head, he tapped his finger on her parted, panting lips. Donna mewled in sorrow.

"Talk's cheap, Donna." He took his cock in his hand, less than an inch away from her face. For Donna it was like looking down the barrel of a shotgun. "There's something else you can do with your mouth that isn't, though."

Donna stared at his cock, her body heaving and sticky with sweat. She was having a hard time thinking, but she was pretty sure that he wanted her to take his prick in her mouth, to give him what some of her girlfriends called blowjobs.

"No!" she screamed. She tried to turn her head away from him, but he took a handful of her thick blonde hair and jerked her face against his cock. The prickhead scraped across her cheek, and she was shocked at just how long and heavy his cock was.

"Prove you're worth fucking." Tom stuck the head of his cock against her nose, working his piss slit back and forth across her nostrils.

She felt the stickiness of his excitement and smelled the scents of raw dirty sex. She almost swooned.

"You said you'd do all kinds of shit for me. Now I want you to prove it."

"No!" she whined, thrashing her legs wildly across the floor.

He pressed his cock across the bridge of her nose, and all that Donna could see was his long thick prick. More drool slipped from her lips.

"I'll leave you here for a long time if you don't suck me," Tom told her, matter-of-factly.

He swung around so he was sitting on her forehead, the wrinkled pulsing sac of his balls covering her eyes and his cock stretching down the center of her face. He reached down the length of her squirming torso to drum his fingers impatiently against the swollen, slick lips of her cunt.

Donna's head came up off the floor, actually lifting Tom into the air for an instant as she tried for his cock. He yanked his prick up and away from her immediately, and he laughed. He squirmed his ass around, crushing her head deeper into the carpet and moving down so his balls hung over the tip of her nose and his asshole winked right above her eyes.

He wondered what the icy teen queen bitch was thinking now. He knew she had never stared up into a man's asshole before. He wondered what was flitting through her little mind.

Donna cried out as he jerked his cock beyond her reach, and her feet drummed the floor in frustration. He was driving her insane. Each time she let him drive her further into the muck, he set a new goal. He wanted to debase her completely, and the most tragic thing of all was that he had practically turned her into his willing accomplice. She never wanted to suck any man's cock, but now she was crying over the denied opportunity to suck his.

Tom slid back slowly. His cock once again loomed over Donna's wide-open mouth. He held his cock up over her, waving his prick slowly from one side to the other.

"Your mouth's got more than just lips," he said. "And you've got to suck before I'll take care of that nasty little pussy of yours."

Donna's tongue came out from between her lush pink lips before Tom had even finished talking. She touched the underside of his massive cock, hesitantly at first, then started a determined licking as far as she could reach in every direction. Soon Tom's cock was leaking back down in her face, but she still didn't stop, even though her tongue ached so badly that it felt like it was on fire.

Tom kept her licking his cock like that for five minutes, even though by now, controlling himself was getting a little difficult. He wanted to drive her to the absolute limit, because she had to see herself as she truly was. When he finally moved away from her, he knew she was very close to that limit.

"Fuck me now," she gurgled, her tongue not seeming to work quite right for talking. Her whole body was heaving up off the floor. "I sucked you, now please fuck me."

"First of all," Tom corrected, "You didn't suck me. You licked me. Second of all, I am going to fuck you." He swung up over her head and pointed his cock down at her pouting, pink-lipped mouth. "Fuck your throat, that is."

Donna didn't resist as he grabbed a handful of lush blonde hair in both hands and urged his bloated cock between her parted lips. There was no use trying to resist. He would do anything he wanted to her, and the fire that was devouring her body made any resistance impossible anyway. As long as he held out the promise of eventual relief to her, she would do anything he wanted. She was lower than the lowest two-dollar whore on the dirtiest street in the world. She was the sex slave of a man she hated.

The huge girth of Tom's cock stretched Donna's lips wide, and just the huge bulbous prickhead seemed to fill her whole mouth. Donna lay passively beneath him, her pretty blue eyes crossing as she stared down the impressive length of his cock. She wondered what he was going to do to her next.

Tom hated to admit it, but he had worked himself up to almost as great a state of excitement as he had worked Donna. Just the feel of her soft wet tongue and the moist, satiny cushions of her cheeks almost made him lose control. Taking a deep breath, he held himself steady, just the head of his cock inside her mouth until he regained his composure.

"Okay, bitch," he told her at last. "When you're sucking a man's cock, you don't just let it sit there in your mouth. You lick it and suck on it and do everything you can think of doing with that slutty mouth of yours to make him excited."

Donna set to work immediately, hoping that she would do a good enough job so that he would let her go. She began running her tongue all around the big head of his cock, and her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction. Tom groaned, because, for a rookie, Donna seemed to have a real knack for this kind of thing.

Donna worked feverishly, thinking only of getting some relief, thinking only of pleasing the man who had mastered her so completely. She shook her head, masturbating his cock with her lips, and then she pushed her head forward, taking more until it made her gag. She backed off.

Donna came forward again, sweat dripping from her face, and, when she did, Tom held her in place with his hands and fucked forward. Donna's eyes flew wide open, and she began to struggle, but she was no match for Tom. He fucked his cock forward into her throat, grinning more broadly with each inch he force-fed her. Her throat gripped his prick even more tightly than her cunt had, and he pushed forward into it until he'd buried his cock completely into her.

Donna couldn't breathe, and her head was pounding. There was pain in her throat and panic in her heart from the thought that he might be doing her some real harm. Certainly a woman wasn't supposed to have ten inches of cock forced down her throat. She prayed that Tom would pull his cock out, and she prayed she wouldn't be too badly hurt when he did.

Tom did pull out. Donna caught a few quick breaths, but, an instant later, he was fucking forward again, filling her throat once more with his hot hard prick. He jerked her head back and forth using her hair as handles, keeping the promise he'd made her to fuck her throat. The sensations for him were wild.

Donna had been put through more in the last few moments of her life than she had during all the rest of it combined. She'd been beaten, fucked, and driven to heights of lust that she'd never even known existed. Now she was being assaulted again, having her throat filled with a fat tube of hot flesh and her nose buried in the scratchy hair at the base of a man's cock. She was in pain, but at the same time all of her senses were filled with the scents, sounds and feelings of raw animal sex. As Tom buried his cock deep in her throat once more, Donna went over the edge.

Even Tom was surprised that she could scream around the mouthful of meat he was feeding her. He had to ride her bucking form like a cowboy as the first throes of her mad orgasm crashed through her superheated body. Her cunt was convulsing wildly, squeezing out fat dollops of thick white cream, wrenching on nothing but air. And Donna was suffering a seizure, her whole body quaking with the intensity of what she was feeling. Her lean stomach rippled and her tits were so hard and hot that they were burning. Her ass chute was contracting almost as wildly as her cunt, and her thighs were vibrating with the contortions she was being put through.

Seeing all this, Tom could control himself no longer. In the middle of another throat-plunging thrust into her mouth, he felt his balls contract and his cock go stiffer than ever before. His first jet of cum went straight down Donna's throat, choking her. Then he pulled back, his hard cock throbbing out of control while Donna coughed up his gooey white sperm.

Tom pulled his cock out until only the prickhead rested on her tongue. He fired volley after volley of hot white cum into her open mouth.

Coughing and spluttering, Donna writhed beneath him. Cum poured out over her lips in a thick white wave, flowing back over her cheeks.

Tom backed off even farther now, pumping his cock and spraying his jizz at her open mouth. He felt as though he hadn't come in a year instead of having just blown his wad minutes ago, and he clogged her mouth with his spunk. One shot bounced off her front teeth and drooled down her chin, another went too high, sluicing up over her nose and then drooling down over her upper lip.

Through it all, Donna continued to wildly buck and grind beneath him, her sweaty, straining body wracking its way through an unwanted, vile orgasm. Even the cum he was drenching her face with seemed less terrible now, the salty, sticky stuff tasting good in her mouth and feeling good on her throat as she swallowed.

It seemed to go on forever, and it never really did end. Finally Tom's cock was just drooling cum, and he sat the head of his prick on her lips, glossing them with a sticky white sheen. Donna was still bucking her hips beneath him, and her drooling cunt had completely saturated the carpet beneath her, but she was slowing down, and the glazed look was leaving her eyes.

With her returning awareness came returning shame. Donna closed her eyes and pursed her lips tightly together. Tom continued to play his cock along her slimy lips. Donna was repulsed with the thought of how, just moments ago, she'd been lapping after his cum as though to save her life. She felt like the lowest creature in the world, a two-bit tramp who went cock-crazy in the middle of being raped. She'd also cum without a cock anywhere near her cunt. She wanted to die.

"Take that cum, bitch," Tom laughed, poking his cock into her pretty, cum-painted lips. "Drink down every drop and make your pretty tits grow."

"I don't want anymore!" Donna cried, her shame growing too great for her to stand.

It was a mistake to open her mouth, though, because Tom used the opportunity to poke a big glob of spunk over her bottom lip and into her mouth. She gagged and he laughed some more.

"You wanted it enough before, bitch," he said, running his cock playfully across her chin. "And you'll want it again. It's just the times in between that your head's so fucked up."

"Leave me alone," Donna groaned. "You've done everything to me. Can't you just stop now?"

Tom sat back down on her, his ass resting on top of her tits. "Done everything to you? You stupid cold-assed bitch, I haven't done anything to you yet. Why there are things…" He stopped, shaking his head. "You're right, though, I've got things to do, and you've got a hell of a lot more to learn."

He gave her face one last slap with his cock and climbed to his feet.

Donna looked up at him, unable to muster the hate she wanted, managing only to feel degraded and ashamed, looking at his softening prick. She wished he would just leave, so she could try to pick herself up and go on with her life.

"I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow," he said and turned to leave.

"No!" Donna shouted, and, when Tom turned back toward her, she added angrily: "I never want to see you again. I won't tell Ryan about this if you go away, but if you ever bother me again…"

"Shut up!" Tom shouted, and Donna stopped in mid-sentence, seeing the dangerous look in his eyes. "I'll be at the wedding, bitch, and you and me are going to have some more times together. You don't understand yet, but you're not the same little uptight bitch now that you were this morning. You see, there's a kind of woman that men can spot and men can take, and you're just that kind of woman. Now that I've busted you open, you won't be able to walk down the street without getting a pack after you, and you'll always have such a case of hot pants that you'll never be able to say no."

"Liar." Donna shook her head, trying to deny his words.

Tom bent down to untie her hands, shaking his head, too. "The problem with a bitch like you is that you're too beautiful, too classy looking. A lot of men out there have had to take shit from bitches like you their whole lives, and when they find you and figure out they can fuck you, they're going to do it rough."

"No!" Donna shouted again, and this time she brought her hands down to cover her face. She was happy for the extra defense they gave her against his words. "What about Ryan?"

"Well, that's just something you're going to have to think about, you slimy cocksucker," Tom told her. "But you're going to be getting fucked a lot from now on. And I'm going to be doing a lot of that fucking myself."

Tom left the room before she could answer. Donna listened to him changing clothes in the bedroom she'd never seen. Donna began to cry again. She cried over the things she'd just done, and she cried because she was afraid Tom might be telling the truth.

CHAPTER THREE

Donna watched Tom leave, not able to meet his gaze but not able to look away from him either. He had ravaged her body, beaten her and tortured her, spilled his jism into her pussy and mouth.

Once he had gone, slamming the door shut behind him without a word, Donna stumbled to her feet and looked for her clothes. Only her jeans and her coat were salvageable. Her top had been ripped to pieces and her bra and panties were in tatters. She slipped on her jeans and buttoned her coat up to her throat. Grabbing her purse, she rushed out the door.

Donna almost ran for her car. She was gasping for breath when she slammed the door shut behind her. Tom had been supposed to go with her to the dress shop to get her wedding dress, and she realized now, with a dull, frightened throbbing in her chest, that she would have to stop there on the way home. She didn't want to. She didn't feel capable of dealing with anyone at the moment.

Driving over to the dress shop, Donna tried to calm herself and reach some decisions about what she was going to do. She would have to stay away from men, especially Tom, as much as she could until after she and Ryan were married, of that much she was certain.

Everything could be okay, as long as nothing like what had just happened with Tom ever happened again. He had probably just told her that story to scare her, but even now she felt a tingling in her cunt, and she knew that the crotch of her jeans was wet with her juices. The idea of some strange man fucking her made Donna sick, but when she pictured Tom's huge swaying cock shivers went through her body that were almost too much to control.

The dress shop was in a high-rent district where Donna did a lot of her shopping, and they offered nothing but the latest designs. Donna had had trouble with them over the wedding dress, though. When they had delivered it to her at home last week it had been a size seven instead of a five, simply too large and too long for her. Donna had given the store manager, a bitchy young businesswoman type, a royal chewing out, and she had given two of the clerks a pretty bad time, too.

Donna parked her car close to the shop and rushed in, hoping to get her business inside done as quickly as possible. She needed to get away from everyone a few hours so she could fully sort out what had happened to her. She'd been through a terrible ordeal at Tom's apartment.

She needed to figure things out.

She went into the store.

All three of her victims from the other day at the shop were in, and Donna grimaced. She didn't want a confrontation today.

"Excuse me," she said, striding quickly up to the manager.

She knew that the best way to handle this was to take charge immediately, even though she felt a little ridiculous striding into the store to pick up her wedding dress with only her coat and a pair of jeans on her body.

"My name's Donna Anderson, you might remember me from the day before yesterday. I believe you have a wedding gown for me. A size five?"

The shop manager turned to look at Donna as she spoke. She was an attractive woman, a couple of inches taller than Donna and physically much larger than the blonde woman. She wasn't fat, but she had broad shoulders and big hips. Her tits were even bigger, huge mountains underneath her sweater, and her bared forearms looked almost as strong as Tom's. She had brown hair, so dark that it was almost black, and big almond-shaped brown eyes. She was the kind of woman Donna had always despised, and Donna felt a tide of anger rising in her now just looking at the woman.

"A size five?" As the woman, whose name tag read Val, looked at her, a slow smile formed on her lips. "Oh yes, you're the wedding dress case. This is a white wedding, right?"

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean," Donna said impatiently. The bitch had some kind of nerve saying something like that. "I do think, though, that you'd better hurry and get my dress, and I do hope it's the proper one this time."

Still smiling, the dark-haired woman turned to one of the male clerks, who was standing at the back of the store. "Jack, get the wedding outfit for Donna Anderson. She's here to collect it." Then she turned to the other man. "Steve, why don't you put up the closed sign? I think after we're done with this cow we might close up for a while."

Both clerks stopped in their tracks to stare at their manager, and Donna sputtered in rage at what Val had said. What did that bitch think she was doing?

"You just made a fatal mistake," Donna hissed, using her most aristocratic tone. "Your career at this store's over."

"Oh shut up, honey." Val waved a long-nailed hand in Donna's direction. The nails, probably fake, were colored with flaming-red polish. "You're not going to get anybody in trouble."

Both clerks were in motion now, though Donna wasn't sure whether it was because they were in a hurry to follow the instructions of their boss or just wanted to put distance between themselves and whatever trouble was brewing between the two women. They could have spared themselves the effort either way, Donna thought, because their manager wasn't going to be able to help them, and she was definitely going to demand that they be canned too.

"Lock that door while you're over there, Steve," Val called, glancing over Donna's right shoulder. "Then come over here. There's something I've just got to show you."

"Just give me my dress," Donna huffed. "I have no idea what your problem is, and I really don't care. I hope you don't enjoy working here too much, though, because you won't be for very much longer."

At that, Val started laughing, flipping her shoulder-length dark hair back and running her hands slowly along her neck. "Look, baby, threats don't mean too much coming from a little girl who's got cum all over her face and her hair blown around like she's just gotten the biggest fuck in the world."

Steve had just reached the two of them, and he gasped. "She does, doesn't she? There's dried cum all over her mouth!"

Donna backed away from them, fear coursing through her now. This awful bitch knew she had just sucked a cock, and now she was telling both of the guys about it, too.

Donna felt her pussy clench tight, and she knew she had to get out of here before something started that she couldn't control.

"Get out here, Jack," Val called gleefully. "On the double."

"I'm leaving." Donna turned on her heel and started for the door. She'd get her dress somewhere else, spend whatever she had to in order to get it on such short notice and take whatever she could get.

Val's hand shot out, catching Donna by her shoulder, squeezing into her soft flesh until she whimpered.

"The door's locked, cocksucker, remember?" Val pulled her back, wrapping her other arm against Donna's waist, until Donna's back was pressed against the big woman's tits. "We're getting your precious fucking dress for you, and it's a size five to fit that skinny little nothing body of yours. We might even give you something else you need while you're here."

"No, just let me go." Donna felt the tears dance back to her eyes again, tears of shame and frustration. She struggled in Val's tight grasp, but it was no use. The shop manager was too strong for her.

Jack came out of the back room, holding a pair of boxes in his hands. His face registered surprise at what he saw, but he came closer anyway, holding her wedding clothes out in front of him like some kind of offering.

Donna wished that she'd just been able to get those and leave. Instead now she was in for more torture, more abuse, and there were two men this time, and Val was going to be watching.

"Look at this," Steve said excitedly when he caught sight of Jack. "This loud-mouthed bitch has jism all over her face. Looks like somebody gave her a fucking cum shower all over her cock-sucking face!"

"What?" Jack set down her clothes on a counter and stepped over to look at her.

Donna struggled in Val's grasp, but it was no use.

"Son-of-a-bitch. Look at that hair. She looks like she really went through one, doesn't she?" Jack started laughing, and a moment later Steve was laughing with him.

Donna noticed that both Jack and Steve were good-looking men, something that had escaped her attention the last time she was here. Steve had long blond hair that curled up at the bottom and Jack had dark short hair but bright-blue eyes. Both of them looked as though they were in super shape, and Donna wondered if either of them had ever fucked Val. Probably both of them, she thought spitefully. With the awful bitch who was holding her, that was probably how they'd gotten their jobs.

"What are we going to do now?" Steve asked. He looked to Val for his answer. She was the one who seemed to be in charge here.

"She's a sexy bitch." Jack grinned. "And we owe here for what she did to us the other day. Besides, look at her eyes. She's fucking steaming for it. I bet her cunt's dripping already."

Donna didn't even feel like protesting now. The crotch of her jeans was soaked now, and she could feel her hot fuck-juices coursing down her legs.

"She is sexy," Val rasped, pulling Donna tighter to her. "Remember those big pointed tits? And look at those lips. No wonder somebody stuck a cock between them. They just beg to get fucked."

Donna began to cry, hanging her head so they couldn't see her. It was going to happen, just like Tom had told her. Here she was with the very first people she had seen since he'd left her, and they were going to fuck her, hurt her, too. She could see the bulges in Jack's and Steve's pants, could see them staring at her mouth and the cum that stained it and at the outlines of her lush body beneath the coat, and she knew they were thinking of where they were going to fuck her. She sniveled, wishing she were just dead.

"I'll give you anything," she finally managed in a low, trembling voice. "I've got money, and I'm going to be marrying a man with even more. I could pay you a lot."

"For what?" Val hissed. "Fucking you?"

Both Steve and Jack laughed at that, and Donna just cried louder. These people were beasts, maybe even worse than Tom. She had to get away from them. Having been dominated by Tom was at least something she could live with. He was wealthy and powerful. These jerks were just shopkeepers, and she wasn't going to be abused and humiliated by them, turned into their plaything.

"You guys stand back and watch awhile," Val ordered. "I found her and I get my turn first." Never losing her harsh grip on Donna, she turned the smaller girl around to face her. "Play nice, little girl, and I won't have to hurt you too bad."

Donna cried out as the big woman hugged her tight and looped one leg around Donna's hip. Donna had never dreamed that Val was actually going to take part in her assault. The thought of a woman doing anything to her made her sick. This was a million times worse than what Tom had done to her. She had to get away.

Before she had a chance to think about it, Donna struck, pushing out as hard as she could with both hands into Val's mid-section. She drove the air from the brunette, and then, with Val off-balance she kicked out as hard as she could, her high-heeled foot striking right where her hands had – in the pit of Val's soft stomach.

Both Steve and Jack had backed away. Donna knew that if she turned and ran as hard as she could that they would never catch her. The only one who had a chance was Val, and it would take her at least a few seconds to recover from the blow that Donna had just dealt her. Donna spun and ran, in her high heels, faster than she had ever run before.

She hit the door going full speed, trying to remember whether or not it pulled in to open. She tried to push out on it first, and when that didn't work she backed off a step and hauled back on it. When the door jerked in her hand and would not move, Donna remembered, and she leaned her head against the glass, sobbing with frustration and hopelessness. Steve had already locked the door. Donna felt like such a stupid bitch.

Donna turned back to face them, but Val was right behind her, and she caught Donna with a round-house right to the cheek just as she turned.

Donna slumped back against the glass door, bringing her hands up in a feeble attempt to protect herself from the next blow, but Val gave her a short, hard shot to her right tit, and the pain almost made her pass out. The next punch came to Donna's nose, and it began to bleed. Then Val matched her first punch on Donna's right cheek with one on her left, and the blonde girl started to slump to the ground.

"Oh, no," Val cried mockingly, pulling Donna back up by the collar of her long coat. "Don't fall down now, little girl. We're just barely getting started. I want to mess up your pretty little face some more."

"No," Donna managed weakly. The room was dark and moving wildly back and forth, and Val's made-up face seemed to dominate it all. "Please don't hurt me anymore. I was only trying to get away."

"Little girls have to learn not to kick their betters." Val leaned in and kissed Donna's bruised cheek, then kicked her knee up into Donna's stomach, sending an overpowering wave of agony through the bride. "When I have a little tiny toy, I don't want the little tiny toy to try to get away, do I?"

Val kicked Donna again, this time driving her knee right into the hollow of Donna's cunt. Donna howled in pain, slumping against the big brunette woman, but Val slammed her back against the door, holding her up.

Like with Tom before, Donna was now ready to promise Val anything if she would just stop hurting her. Even in the midst of this agony she felt a slight tickling in her cunt, a buzz in her clit that she couldn't quite ignore.

Val pulled Donna's head back by her hair, tilting her face so that she could lick the dried cum.

Donna felt like throwing up as the woman's thick wet tongue licked over her face, but there was nothing she could do to stop her. Val's slobber coursed down over Donna's battered cheeks as she cleaned her lower face. When she had finished with Tom's cum, Val moved on to the blood that had dripped from Donna's nose.

As Donna whimpered pitifully, Val licked up her snot and blood, then moved up to tongue her eyes, licking away the tears. Val was like some kind of a vampire, sucking off every fluid Donna's body had to offer. Donna knew that Val would move down to suck other fluids, too, and she felt as dirty as a slug.

By the time Val pulled back, Donna's bruised face was dripping with spit. Val seemed pleased with her work, turning to wink at her two watching clerks before smiling at Donna and reaching out to unbutton the coat.

Donna felt a new burst of horror, because she remembered what Val was going to find when she opened that coat up.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Jack intoned from across the room.

"She sure came here all ready to go," Steve added. "Man, those are about the juiciest-looking tits I've ever seen!"

"Shit, little girl," Val laughed, pulling the coat down over Donna's arms, revealing her bare upper body. "You've got to learn to put your clothes back on after the guy blows his wad. What's the matter? All that cum on your face get you so excited that you forgot your clothes?"

Donna tried to shut out the humiliating tone of Val's voice, but she couldn't blank out the pain when Val dug her long, sharp fingernails into her big hard nipples and started to pinch. She screamed, but Val kept increasing the pressure, digging those red-painted claws in deeper and deeper. Donna was sure Val planned on tearing her nipples off.

"Stop!" Donna cried, but the cutting pressure only got worse, and she knew that Val just wanted to hurt her. She prayed that the woman wouldn't do her any permanent damage.

"This little girl has big nipples," Val said, giving Donna's thick nipples one last extra-hard squeeze before she released them. Now she grabbed the whole lush mounds of Donna's tits and dug her fingernails into the soft white flesh. "And big fucking tits. That's why I gave you the size seven, bitch, I didn't think you could fit tits like this into a size five, no matter what."

Donna whimpered, thinking about just how much trouble her tits had caused her over the years, trying to get clothes that would fit her and not make her look like some kind of big-titted freak.

"Now little girl," Val whispered, wringing Donna's tits with her strong hands. "I want you to take my clothes off."

She dropped one of her hands off Donna's hard, burning tits to unsnap the girl's jeans and unzip the zipper.

"Now you do this nice and I might not have to break your fucking pretty nose and blacken those stupid blue cow eyes of yours." She stripped Donna's jeans down her long, thin legs and gave her tit an extra-hard squeeze that made Donna shriek.

"No panties either," Steve laughed.

"And look at that furry blonde pussy," Jack added. "And that tight little ass. Shit, I've got to get between those fucking tight little ass-cheeks."

"Shut up and wait your turn," Val growled. Still holding on to Donna's right tit she bent down to sniff at her cunt. Then she reached down and rubbed against the red inflamed lips of Donna's pussy. "Shit, it's like a fucking swamp down there. Whoever fucked this little girl must have had her climbing the fucking walls."

Val straightened up, wiping her hand across Donna's cheek, smearing her face with her own cunt juices.

Donna shied away, but there was nowhere to go, and she got a face-full of her own pussy cream and an overpowering whiff of her own ripe smell. They were all laughing at her, and the shame of them discovering her ready excitement was almost too much to bear.

For the first time in what seemed like a million years, Val took her hands off Donna and stood back. "Now you undress me, little girl," she commanded with a wicked smile.

Donna, remembering the power in Val's big hands, started to work. First was the sweater. She would have to pull it over Val's head. For an instant Donna thought of trying something, but she was convinced now that she could never escape from this, and trying was only going to make her pain that much worse. She just pulled the sweater over Val's head, instead. When she got it off, she folded it carefully, trying to give Val no reason for giving her another beating.

Val was a big woman, and her tits were enormous. Her bra had to be D-cups, and the bra could barely restrain the monstrous tits that shifted and jiggled inside.

Donna was entranced by what she saw, because, although Val was a meaty woman, she wasn't fat, and her tits seemed impossibly large for any woman who wasn't. Val, noticing Donna's fascination, wiggled, sending her gigantic tits rolling back and forth across her big chest.

"You like those, don't you?" Val laughed. She undid her own bra and let it fall to the ground. Unfettered, her monstrous tits sagged a little, but not much. "You wish you had big beautiful tits like these instead of those pointy little girl's tits you've got, don't you?"

While she spoke, Val moved forward. When she spoke her last words, her meaty tits were almost touching Donna's lips. Then Val grabbed Donna by the back of her head, and crushed the girl against her.

Steve and Jack both laughed as they watched Donna flailing about helplessly with her face buried in Val's mountainous tits. They knew Val was smothering the blonde, holding her face in so tightly against her rubbery tit-meat that Donna couldn't breathe. Val was using her big tits to punish Donna, battering her and smothering her with them.

"Well, if you like them so much, show me," Val chortled, shaking Donna's head with her hands while she wiggled her whole upper body to beat her tits against the girl's head. "Lick them, suck them, kiss them!"

Donna's tongue wagged wildly out of her mouth, and her teeth scraped against the plump skin of Val's bouncing tits. Val was moving too violently, though, and Donna's battered head was just bouncing from side to side helplessly within the confines of her fleshy prison.

After a long moment Val pulled Donna's head out from beneath her tits and planted the girl's mouth against one of her round, pink nipples.

Donna immediately did what she knew Val wanted, attaching her lips to the big pink circle and starting to suck. Val groaned with pleasure as the smaller girl licked her tongue back and forth across her tit and used her lips to pull the nipple into even fuller hardness.

Then she hauled Donna's head off that tit and onto the other. She loved having her tits played with, but even when she was with men she had to be the one in charge of their arousal. There were certain things Val liked and other things she didn't and her tits were treasures enough that she could dictate how to arouse them.

She continued to play with Donna like this for some time, taking her mouth from one nipple to the other, making her use her mouth to excite them. Then she changed directions and began to move Donna's head in wide circles.

"Just stick out your tongue as far as you can!" Val snapped when Donna looked up at her, puzzled. "If you're too stupid to figure out what you're supposed to do, then I'll do it for you."

Donna's tears had stopped now, and she stuck her tongue as far out of her mouth as it would go. Her tongue was sore from all the work it had been put through, but she stretched it out all the way anyway, because she didn't have any other choice.

Val pulled Donna's head in big circles, sponging her tongue across her heated tit-flesh. She was leaving broad circles of saliva on her jiggling titties, and Val shivered with pleasure. Having all of her immense tits licked by someone's tongue was her favorite thing in the world, and she felt more excited about it this time, having it done by an unwilling rich bitch, than she had when the best looking of her boyfriends had done it willingly.

Donna just let Val move her where she would, wishing that the big brunette wouldn't hurt her so much but not saying anything to try to convince Val. Donna's tongue was smarting badly, but her cunt was juicing again too, and her mind was too dulled to try to resist. Her tongue wetted down broad areas of Val's tits as Val pulled her head around in circles, and Donna felt a vague pleasure along with her pain, a pleasure at the feel of the jiggling tit-meat moving under her tongue.

Val kept her sex toy licking her tits for a very long time, hauling her head back and forth like she had when she'd been using Donna on her nipples, and, when she decided it was time to move on, she simply let go of the blonde girl's head, letting her drop to her knees. Val was breathing hard now, and she was already on the verge of coming.

"Get my pants off!" She hissed at the stunned Donna. "Hurry up, bitch, before I get mad!"

Donna's hands moved immediately to the zipper of Val's pants, undoing it and then pulling them down.

The smell of Val's cunt assaulted her as she pulled down the woman's pants, and Donna bent back away from the fat, hairy cunt as it came into view.

Val's cunt was on the same level with her tits, gigantic, with a huge patch of bushy black cunt fur and long pink cuntlips that were already slick with juice. Donna knew what Val was going to want her to do with that, and she didn't want any part of it.

Grinning down at Donna, Val could sense the resistance that came back to life within the girl. She knew that Donna would try to fight again before she'd let her mouth be covered with a fat wet pussy.

Before Donna could move to fight, Val pushed her back, following her down.

Donna, off-balance and with Val's much greater weight pressing down on her, had no chance to get away from Val, and she felt sick dread as her back touched the thick carpet and Val's gaping pussy came down toward her face.

"Please don't!" Donna begged. "I've never done this before, it's not natural!"

"Little girls have to learn things," Val moaned softly, holding Donna's head in place and positioning her quivering thighs on either side of it. "Suck or smother, little girl."

Jack and Steve had closed in for a better look as Val sat on Donna's face, and right before her face was covered with sloppy cunt Donna saw them, all their clothes off, grinning and stroking bone-hard cocks that were almost as big as Tom's. She was certain she had descended into hell.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Ride that face," Steve chortled, stroking his jism-leaking cock. "Ride that bitch's face into the ground!"

Donna writhed nude beneath Val, desperately trying to escape from the leg-lock around her head, hopelessly overwhelmed with the strength and size of the woman sitting on her face. She was keeping her mouth and eyes tightly shut, but, even so, she couldn't completely shut out the big woman's dripping pussy.

"Suck me, you bitch!" Val snarled, pulling Donna's hair until Donna was certain she must be snatching it right from her head. "Suck me or I'll kill you!"

Donna was determined that this time she wasn't going to falter, that she was drawing the line at putting her lips and tongue on this woman's dripping pussy and letting her smelly pussy-cream drip into her mouth.

Val rode Donna's face hard for a few seconds, forcing the back of her head deep into the plush carpet. Donna could hardly draw a breath. Finally, angrily, Val drew up off her.

"Stinking bitch!" she hissed.

"We'll get you to suck her," Steve threatened, leaning down close over Donna to get a better look at her drenched, flushed face.

"You stay back!" Val snapped. She turned around so she was facing the length of Donna's body and slowly settled back down. "She's mine for now, and I'll get her to do what I want myself."

Val sank down on Donna's face, closing her big thighs so tight that Donna's head began to pound. Donna felt a wave of fear pass through her, almost opening her mouth to comply with Val's demands. She didn't want another beating. Then she held back, because the thought of licking the smelly cunt that encircled her face really did make Donna sick.

Val slapped Donna's right tit with the fist of her hand, sending a knife wound of pain through the blonde girl. Donna had to stifle a scream, and before she recovered from that first burst of pain, Val began slapping her tits again and again, bouncing them back and forth, stinging them with pain.

Val was hitting her with both hands at once, keeping a constant stream of agony flowing through Donna's abused tits. Then she stopped hitting their sides and began to pound them flat against Donna's chest, bringing the flats of her palms squarely against Donna's nipples. Donna squirmed in pain beneath Val, but there was no escape.

Donna held out against the second round of savage beating Val lashed out. Then Val began pounding her fists against Donna's taut, flat stomach, and for a while Donna thought she was going to pass out. She realized then that Val just wasn't going to stop hurting her until she submitted to her desires. Val was driving what little air Donna could pull in out of her lungs with repeated punches to her stomach, and Donna felt the world start to ebb away from her.

Val stopped hitting Donna, and she raked Donna with her long red fingernails instead, starting at the top of Donna's silky cunt and going up over her tits and to her collarbones before she stopped. She'd scratched over both of Donna's tender nipples, and the pain that ripped through the blonde girl was just too much to take. Before Val could scratch Donna again, Donna opened her mouth and thrust her tongue up into Val's hairy cunt above.

"Oh yesss." Val leaned forward over Donna's willowy form and brought her fingernails ripping back again. "Do that, do it!"

Donna, jerking from the pain Val's scratching caused her, got her first, heady taste of another woman's cunt. Donna began to lick up and down the fat lips of Val's cunt, and the woman began to fuck Donna's face.

"Better," Val husked as Donna's tongue lashed back and forth across her cunt lips. Her big thighs tensed and her hips began to undulate atop Donna's face. "You do this good for a beginner, little girl."

Donna's tongue was hurting badly now, but she ignored the pain and slurped away at Val's cunt, stopping every once in a while to sponge the cunt juice that was constantly spilling forth.

Donna decided that the taste wasn't that bad, certainly no worse than the taste of a man's cum, but she wished that Val wasn't riding her head this way. She couldn't breathe and her head was beginning to hurt pretty badly.

Val reached down the length of Donna's body and grabbed the girl's cuntlips, pulling on them while Donna smacked away at her cunt. Val liked the way Donna's cunt lips pouted, and she'd been saving playing with them for when Donna was making her come. She always liked to save the best for last in sex, and she had the feeling that tormenting the little blonde's pussy was going to be pretty good.

Val went to work, yanking Donna's cunt lips first in one direction and then in the other, pulling and twisting them as hard as she could. Donna, who had never experienced anything like that before, found that she was caught halfway between pain and pleasure. What Val was doing hurt terribly.

Donna was fucking her tongue in and out of Val's cunt now, sliding it over her clit on every inward trip. Val just clutched Donna's head tighter and ground down harder.

"Baby, keep doing that, oh yes." Val was humping Donna's face in earnest now, leaking far too much lather for Donna to keep up with. It soaked the girl's face and leaked onto her hair and the floor beneath.

Both Jack and Steve were looking on in a high state of excitement, each rubbing his dripping cock. They knew that Val was getting close to the edge now, and then their turn would follow. And anyway, neither of them had ever seen anything as exciting as what they were watching now.

"Shit, little girl, do it!" Val moaned, her hips now a blur atop Donna's saturated face. She yanked Donna's cunt lips about in every direction as hard as she could.

Donna was pretty wet herself now, her pussy juices dribbling back down her thighs and over her tight round ass. She caught Val's clit in her teeth and began to tug, and a fresh burst of fuck liquid coursed down on her so quickly she thought she was going to drown.

"You bitch!" Val screamed. Her hands flew off Donna's cunt and came back to the girl's tits.

Val was in a frenzy now, completely out of control, and she began to manhandle her own big, hanging tits, flicking her nipples and crushing handfuls of the fatty flesh. Val brought her tits up to her own mouth and began to lick and suck at them, and all the time her big hips beat a steady tattoo on top of Donna's crushed face beneath her. Both Steve and Jack took a step back, awed by the intensity of Val's orgasm.

Donna was more terrified than awed, as she fought for her life underneath the big woman. The weight on her face now was simply crushing, and the fuck juice from Val's cunt was flowing directly into Donna's crushed-open mouth. For Donna it seemed that Val's climax was going on forever.

Val's orgasm did go on for well over a minute, and when Val finally managed to get some control over herself she stared at the two men, gasping hoarsely. "Get me something to fuck her with. Hurry."

Steve and Jack looked at each other for a moment, wondering if Val had lost her mind. The blonde bitch sounded like she was strangling. Val was doing a frantic bump and grind on top of the stupid broad's face, and now she was asking for something to fuck her with.

"There's a banana in my lunch box!" Val shouted. "Bring it out to me, you stupid shits!"

Jack took off for the back room again, while Steve stayed to watch.

Val tried to calm herself down now, slowing her movements and even lifting her cunt off Donna's face for a moment to allow the girl a chance to catch her breath. Donna choked on some of Val's cunt juice, then braced herself as Val settled back down on top of her.

This time, though, Val was sitting lower on her face, and it was her asshole that was over Donna's mouth, not the greasy slit of her cunt.

Donna knew what she was going to be made to do, and she felt rumblings in her stomach.

Val resumed her abuse of Donna's cunt, and when Jack ran in with the banana in his hands, she took it from him and went right to business. The banana was perfect for her purposes. She slid the fruit up Donna's tight little cunt.

"Start working!" Val barked.

She began to fuck Donna with the banana, and this time Donna didn't bother to put up a fight.

As Val banged away at her, fucking the curved length of the banana deep inside, Donna forced herself to reach her tongue up to touch Val's tight brown asshole. Donna was getting hot from the action in her pussy, and she licked a circle around the rim of Val's bunghole before she gave herself time to think about it.

Donna felt sick at the musty taste of Val's shitter, but she forced herself to continue her work even as her hips began to grind in response to the banana that was fucking away inside her. She knew Val was going to bring her off, and she wondered if Val was going to cum again from getting her ass licked.

"Hurry up," Jack protested, seemingly from a million miles away. "I'm so hot I might blow my wad any second!"

Jack's words reminded Donna that she still had both of them to service. She didn't know if she could do it, could keep on at this pace much longer. She was exhausted from the ordeal she'd suffered at Tom's hands earlier, and, now, all of this with Val had just about killed her. Fucking and sucking two more men was just more than she could think about.

Donna stiffened her tongue and drove it deep into Val's asshole and moved her crotch against the banana that was battering her pussy. She winced at the curve in the banana, the way it stretched her pussy in two different directions at once. It hurt Donna with its size and roughness, especially when it scraped over the ruined tatters of her cherry.

The banana was covered with Donna's spendings now, and Val got a sudden inspiration. She pulled the piece of fruit from Donna's cunt and quickly peeled it, and then she shoved it back into her victim's pussy. She laughed at the way that Donna's pretty pussy lips clamped and sucked on nothing when she'd pulled the banana out, and she laughed harder when she saw the way they grabbed the fruit when she fucked it back in.

"Look at this little bitch eating her fruit," Val laughed.

Steve and Jack were already watching the lewd fuck of the girl, but they bent even closer after Val's invitation.

"She knows her fruit's good for her."

"I wish it was my prick fucking in there," Steve said ruefully.

Val looked up at him scornfully, twisting the peeled banana in Donna's soggy cunt, soaking up her juices. "You don't have the size of this banana, asshole. And you don't have the skill it's going in with, either."

Donna was thrusting her tongue straight up into Val's ass chute now, and she knew that the sharp taste on her tongue was the woman's shit. Her head was completely surrounded by Val's flexing ass-cheeks, and she knew that her tormentress was getting excited.

Donna went to work harder now, sucking on the tight round opening with all the suction she could muster. To her satisfaction, Val went wild.

Donna could feel new waves of cunt fluid coursing down over her chin.

Val started pulling up in the arm and dropping back down on Donna's ass buried face. Val's landings hurt.

Donna wasn't going to stop now. She took an odd pride in having found something that Val really liked.

Donna went through a slow, rumbling orgasm as Val fucked her with the banana, just enough to send a glob of pussy cream plopping out of her cunt, which Val caught on the tip of the curved fruit. The banana was sodden now, in danger of falling apart, and Val held it carefully as she ground her way to her second powerful cum in moments, this one happening with Donna's tongue buried deep in her asshole.

"Now watch this, you stupid shits," Val whispered to the two men standing by. "Then you tell me if this was worth the wait."

Donna's tongue was still wagging outside her mouth when Val turned around, and it was with some difficulty that Donna pulled her tongue back in. Her mouth felt numb now. In fact her whole face seemed tight and tingly.

Val turned on the blonde, the dripping banana clutched tightly in her hand, and she almost came again at what she saw.

If Donna had looked ready for sex when she'd walked into the dress shop, she looked positively lewd now. Her hair was a wildly curling mess, and her face was chafed red and dotted with faint bruises. Her face was covered with Val's fuck juices, and they were starting to dry now into a shimmering glaze.

Val wanted to sit right back down on the girl's face and ride her some more. She knew that she couldn't do that, though, because even her control over Steve and Jack had some limits. They both worshipped the ground she walked on, and she was their boss, but they had to be pretty close to the edge, especially after seeing the rich bitch sprawled out like this.

They did deserve a crack at her.

"Getting better, little girl," Val laughed, putting her foot in Donna's face and wiggling her toes into Donna's mouth. "Suck."

Donna's cheeks went hollow and her tongue started washing off Val's sweaty toes.

"Our turn yet?" Steve asked. He was in a sad shape now, his balls drawn up tight and his cock drooling all over his gently pumping hand.

"Just one more second," Val whispered. She pulled her foot from Donna's mouth and kneeled down on top of her. "Our little girl deserves something to eat, doesn't she? I mean with all the work she's done and all the work she's got left?"

Donna saw the dripping banana heading toward her mouth and tried to turn her head away, but Val slammed her knee down on Donna's neck and pulled her up by the hair. Donna closed her mouth, but now Steve was beside her, and this time Val didn't object to his help as he levered Donna's jaws open. She saw the sodden banana coming toward her open mouth, covered with her own fuck juices.

Please stop this, she thought. Please somebody stop this!

"Chew it or strangle on it," Val said. "I'll ram it down your throat if I have to."

Then the banana was in Donna's mouth, wet and mushy and covered with the taste of her own cunt. Donna bit into it, eating it down, while all three of them laughed at her, calling her dirty names. She cried. And she came. Chewing on a pulpy banana covered in her own juices, her tits being pinched by Val's sharp fingernails and her face covered with Val's drying juices – she came, though against her will.

After Donna had eaten about half the banana, Val stopped feeding it to her, smearing the rest over her face. They dropped her back against the floor and Donna stared up at them, her face covered with pulpy banana and the fuck liquid of her own body's and Val's. Her cunt was twitching, and her eyes were fixed on the waving, dripping pricks of the two men.

"Give me one more second boys," Val said. "I want to fix the bitch up for you."

Donna was even more frightened than before.

CHAPTER FIVE

Donna was on her hands and knees, and she was crying. Again. Still.

Just when Donna had been certain that she could sink no lower, that there was no further humiliation that could be heaped on her debased head, Val had come up with one. She'd mocked the last thing Donna had left, the only hope for her life she could still cling to, her marriage to Ryan.

Donna was not completely nude now, but what she had on made her feel far worse than wearing nothing would have made her feel. There were stockings on her legs, sheer white ones, and they were connected to a white garter belt that fit tight on her hips. On her head and partially covering her still-soiled face was her wedding veil. Val had put this on with a laugh, and now Donna was on her hands and knees, waiting for Jack and Steve to do what they wanted.

After the long wait, they weren't going to waste any time. Jack moved behind her and Steve settled on his knees in front.

Donna waited, her body drawn up into a tense bow, because she was going to have to handle both of these men at once, and because she could see from the looks in their eyes that the long wait while Val had abused her had driven them into a lustful frenzy.

"Are you going to fuck her ass?" Val asked Jack. She was sitting across the room now, fingering herself idly while she watched the two men get into place. "Are you going to tear up her little shitter?"

"Sure am," Jack laughed, and he moved his hand down underneath Donna, scooping a handful of fuck cream out of her cunt. He rubbed the pussy juice over the head of his cock, groaning. "There ain't a thing about this one that ain't sweet."

In front of her, Steve grabbed her underneath the chin and forced her head up. He pulled the veil out of the way, just enough to slip his fat cock inside, and then he hit his prick against Donna's cheek.

"Open up, bitch," he said, and Donna did as he asked, too tired and beaten not to.

She opened her mouth and he slammed his cock in to the roots with one quick hip thrust. Donna started sucking, but her mind was on the man behind her and what Val had said he was going to do.

She had never had a cock up her ass. She had never even stuck her finger there on the rare times when she masturbated. His cock would tear her apart.

Donna began to squirm, and this time she was fighting to get away.

"Hey, you bitch!" Steve said, cuffing her hard in the side of the head. "Stop that shit! I want that cock-sucking mouth of yours on my prick and I want it sucking!"

Donna relaxed, knowing that she couldn't get away. She was certain Jack's cock was going to kill her when he tried to put it in her tiny shitter. She shuddered when she felt his hands digging into her tiny ass-cheeks and pull them wide.

"Man, this is going to be a job," Jack said, dropping the greased head of his cock against the tiny brown asshole. "I don't think anybody's ever stuck her one up the back way."

Donna cringed with shame at his words. They talked about her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat, and she guessed that maybe that was all she was now.

"Val, you should have loosened her up for me with your banana."

"Ummmmm, I should have," Val purred. Her hands were playing with her tits and cunt, and she was close to coming off again. "Little girl would have loved to eat that."

Donna ran her tongue along the length of Steve's fat cock, knowing that he would like that, and then she popped his prick into the side of her mouth, between her teeth and her cheek, and she sucked as hard as she could.

Steve bellowed and grabbed her face through the veil, feeling along her cheek and touching the outline of his cock beneath it.

"Shit, holy shit," he moaned. "You suck so fucking good! I'm going to blow cum all the way down to your pussy, bitch! All the way out your shitty asshole!"

"Good," Jack laughed, grabbing Donna around her narrow waist. "Because I'm going to blow it right out her mouth."

Even around a mouthful of fat throbbing cock, Donna managed a scream as Jack fucked the fat head of his cock forward.

Val giggled and came while she watched the little blonde struggle between the two big men on the dress shop floor.

Donna's asshole was fighting a desperate holding action against Jack's invading cock. Every fraction of an inch he pulled her winking shitter open was causing her terrible pain.

"Wiggle it," Val chortled. "Wiggle it in!"

"Shit," Jack muttered, slamming Donna back toward him with all the strength in his arms while he banged forward. "The rich bitch is trying to skin me alive."

Donna was whining around the invading length of Steve's cock, and saliva was drooling over her bottom lip and drenching his hanging balls. He pressed her head forward, slogging his cock down her throat until her nose was buried in the musty thatch of his groin.

"Keep sucking!" he growled, jerking her head around on his prick. "Keep your fucking mind on your work!"

"She's too busy thinking about what's going up her asshole," Jack said, straining forward.

He had managed to get about half of his cockhead into her wringing shitter, and now he was pressing forward harder. He knew that once the cockhead was in, he was going to have an easier time fucking her the rest of the way.

Donna felt like she was shitting as Jack forced her asshole open, and she tried hard to take her mind off the terrible pain he was causing her, to think instead about the nice prick that was in her mouth. Hours ago she would have been sick at the thought of a cock in her mouth, but, since then, she had found out that there were things far, far worse in the world.

"Yeah!" Steve shouted, bearing down on her head as her tongue went to work on the head of his cock.

She was washing the whole head and then sticking her tongue tip into his tiny piss-slit, tasting the pre-cum that drooled out.

"This bitch knows how to suck. She must give those rich boys one hell of a fucking ride."

Jack had lifted her knees off the ground now, holding her by her thighs as he lunged forward one more time. Donna felt something pop inside her, and Jack's big cockhead slipped forward. The head was inside, and while Jack felt like he'd reached heaven, Donna felt as though her precious asshole had been ripped in two.

"Take it out!" she wailed, pulling her head off Steve's cock. "Take it out, you're killing me!"

"Not a chance baby," Jack sighed, fucking his cock in another inch and luxuriating in the feel of her clinging, satiny shitter. "I'm going to fuck this asshole until I can't fuck anymore!"

"Nooooo!" Donna cried out, but then Steve wrestled her head back around and stuffed his wet, slobbery cock back between her parted lips.

Jack drove forward relentlessly now, feeling Donna's wildly contracting asshole skin his cock tightly. His hands squeezed her haunches convulsively as he bottomed out, pressing her flawless white ass-cheeks back against the prickly hair around his cock. He was all the way in now, and he was going to give the rich bitch a fucking she was never going to forget.

Donna felt clogged with cock. Steve's seven inches of fat sausage cock was lodged in her throat on one end, and Jack's eight-incher was stretching her ass chute to the bursting point at the other. Donna was trapped between, and she felt overwhelmed. She couldn't move forward because her nose was already smashed into the hair surrounding Steve's cock, and she certainly couldn't go back, not with the monster that was fucking its way up her asshole from back there.

"Oh shit," Jack breathed, holding himself still in her shitter, just feeling the wild contractions of her asshole as she tried to expel his big cock.

"Maybe you're missing out on something, Steve," Val called out. "Jack looks like he's really going for it now."

"Fuck Jack," Steve growled, fucking back and forth in Donna's mouth. Donna was sucking his hard cock but he was back too far in her throat for her feverish activity to have much effect. "All he can ever think about is fucking a chick's asshole."

Jack grasped Donna's tight white ass-cheeks in his hands and spread them wide, looking down at how the fluttering brown bud of her asshole sucked at the shaft of his cock. He almost hated pulling back out and fucking her, what with how good her ass chute felt. There was something about the blonde bitch that made him want to really jolt her, fuck her hard and fast until she couldn't take anymore. Slowly he pulled his big cock back, drawing inch after inch from her grasping shitter.

Donna gasped with relief as the giant cock lurched back out of her asshole. She felt as if she were crapping out the biggest turd in the world, and every inch that he backed out made her feel a little better. She could feel the dripping from Steve's cock in her mouth getting faster, and she knew he would be coming soon, too.

"Okay, bitch," Jack snarled, grabbing her by her hips, sinking his fingers deep into her firm flesh. "I want your ass shaking this time. We're going to go for a fucking ride."

Jack fucked back into her in one fast hard thrust.

Donna's whole body jerked forward, her mouth skating over Steve's cock until her lower lip touched the wrinkled sack of his balls. She squirmed frantically trying to get off the huge cock inside her asshole, but Jack had her firmly spitted, and before she could fully recover from his first head-long plunge, he was pulling back and giving her a second one.

"Nooooo!" Donna wailed, her voice hardly more than a muffled cry around Steve's dripping cock.

Jack was fucking at her ass steadily now, slamming her soft ass with the hard surface of his groin every time he fucked his cock deep in her asshole. Donna was light enough that he could pull her whole body back toward him with each lunge, and the doubled speed of her coming backward and his forward jabs was sending his cock deep every shot.

"Suck on Steve's cock," Jack laughed, fucking into her again. "Fucking move your ass and suck this up, cocksucker!"

"She loves it!" Val hissed, getting up from where she was sitting and walking over to Donna. She reached down and spread Donna's ass-cheeks wide apart so she could have a better look at the action. "She fucking loves getting fucked and hurt!"

Donna wanted to cry out again, but she knew that even if they heard her, they wouldn't care. And she knew that she'd be lying.

"Oh, that looks so pretty," Val enthused. "You ought to be so happy, little girl. We're being so nice to you, fucking you so much."

"She knows that," Steve laughed, pulling his cock from her mouth for a second to rub over Donna's already-soiled face. He spread his own precum and Donna's spit all over her nose and cheeks. "Tell us how much you love it."

Love it? She had been fed a banana covered with her own cum, and now they were tearing her shitter apart, and they thought she was loving it? Were they crazy?

"It's good," she mumbled, her voice coming out in lurches because of the jolts from the fucking Jack was giving her. "I love you all fucking me."

Steve laughed, and Jack and Val started calling Donna names.

"Do you want us to fuck you harder?" Steve teased. "Do you want us to hurt you?"

Donna's cunt was getting wet again. No, please not like this, not being raped up the ass and getting a cock smeared in my face, she thought. She felt something breaking inside her.

"Ask us," Jack joined in, hammering full speed now into her straining shitter. "Ask us to fuck you harder!"

"Beg us," Val corrected. Her hand reached under Donna and began to scratch at her dangling tits. "Beg us to hurt you."

Donna shrieked, the dams broken and her lust exploding again. She jerked on the cock buried in her ass, undulating between the two men like a squirming snake. Her tongue lapped desperately after Steve's cock, flicking up and down its length.

Steve fucked his prick back into her mouth, muffling but not completely silencing her screams.

Donna began to suck his cock with a vengeance, her cheeks going concave and her tongue running up and down the underside of his throbbing prick. Her veil whipped around her head as she went after him, and her spit coursed down over his prickshaft and balls.

"She's fucking gone crazy!" Steve groaned, his hands trying to steady her head. "We've stuffed her with so much cock she's gone fucking wild."

"Little girl just loves being punished," Val replied. Her fingers were in Donna's humid cunt now, scratching the tender walls of the blond girl's pussy. "She loves getting what she deserves for being such a bitch."

Donna was gyrating wildly on Jack's ass-ruining prick, listening to the terrible things they said about her and not caring anymore. She was deep in the throes of her frenzy again, and all that mattered to her now was the molten heat of her pussy and the pain that shot through her body from the abuse all three people heaped down on her. She bucked back wildly into Jack.

"Oh fuck!" Jack groaned. His cock fucked in so hard that it hurt him, and he buried his prick fully up Donna's abused, clamping shitter. "Can't last now. I'm going to cream the bitch's ass!"

Jack began to erupt into Donna's tight asshole at the same moment that Val's torturing fingers clamped down on the bud of Donna's tender clit.

Donna went crashing over the edge. Pussy cream drenched Val's torturing hand as white hot spunk coated the lining of Donna's shitter. Donna squirmed like an eel between the two men as jism filled her asshole. Her mouth clamped down on Steve's prick like a vise as her own orgasm wracked its way through her bowed, beaten body.

Jack fired for a long time, and even when he pulled his cock from her asshole, letting his thick discharge slide out and down over her cunt, he was still leaking big dollops of sperm. He rested his cock on her white ass-cheeks and let his oozing cum slide over them, rubbing his cockhead over her to spread the slime around.

"Shit," Steve groaned, pulling his cock out so only the prickhead stayed in Donna's mouth. "I'm coming too."

"Hold on," Val ordered. Surprisingly, Steve was able to stop, pulling his prick from Donna's clasping mouth at the last possible instant before he would have blown. He'd learned to trust Val's instincts, at least where it came to making this blond bitch suffer.

Val kicked Donna hard in the stomach, flipping the still-spasming girl over on her stomach, and kneeled down beside her head. Then she quickly wrapped Steve's cock in the girl's veil and fed prick and fabric into Donna's mouth.

"All right," Steve laughed, feeling a wild new sensation as the girl sucked his prick through the gauzy fabric of her bridal veil. "She's got her fucking wedding night now. Val, you're fucking wild."

Donna, just starting to come back to earth from the terrible eruption of her orgasm, realized what they were doing to her and yearned for tears she no longer had left to cry. Finally she had hit the bottom. There could be nothing lower than this, forced to suck a strange man's cock through the filmy gauze that was supposed to be her bridal veil. He would stain with his jizz the only pure thing left in her life.

"I'm going to cum!" Steve announced again, and this time, with the added excitement of Val's pumping hand and the gauzy constriction of the veil, there would be no stopping him.

Val tore his cock back out of Donna's mouth and pumped Steve's prick fast above the girl's face. Jack began to fountain his gooey cum out, and Donna tensed, knowing that Val intended on blanketing her face in the muck.

"Oh shit!" Steve moaned. The feelings Val was giving him with her skillfully moving hand were almost as good as the ones he'd felt in Donna's hot mouth. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

His cock jerked, the first of his cum blasting through the thin material of her veil and slapping Donna right between her pretty blue eyes. Immediately the cum began to spread, and Donna blinked her eyes shut, feeling the jism glue down her eyelids. The next burst skated down her right cheek, and Val caught the stream to keep the cum from sliding into Donna's hair and spread it like so much creamy soap into the blonde girl's skin.

"Cum," Donna whispered as the next blast covered her pretty nose in thick white slag. "So much cum, always."

Val continued to gleefully pump on Steve's cock, watching him despoil the girl's beautiful face. She'd put the rich bitch through her paces today, that was for damned sure, and the show wasn't over yet. Steve's spurts had weakened now, and only a little of his sperm was making it through Donna's veil, so Val held it over Donna's face and just let it drip down.

"Fucking wild," Jack said, still rubbing his cock into Donna's creamy ass. "You're fucking drowning her in it."

Val unwrapped Steve's cock from the veil and took the soiled material to wipe Donna's face. The wedding cloth was clogged with Steve's spunk, and now Val smeared all of that over Donna's defenseless face, loading Donna down with cum until her features glistened beneath the greasy veneer.

Steve's cock was just drooling cum now, but he still held his prick over Donna's face, getting every bit of spunk on her that he could.

"Okay, honey," Val laughed. She straddled the girl's middle, letting her monstrous tits crush down against Donna's smaller ones. "Get ready for something wild."

Donna cringed at the first touch of Val's fat tongue on her face, then lay still as the big woman collected every ounce of goo that covered her features.

Val's tongue worked over Donna's glued eyes, down the length of her stained nose and over both of her gleaming cheeks. She licked playfully at the tip of Donna's chin, and then ran her tongue across the girl's lips. She left Donna's face glistening with her spit, and she collected every speck of cum.

"Oh man!" Steve groaned. "Oh wow!"

Val looked up at him smiling, her cheeks bulging out with the scum she had collected. Donna stared up at them both weakly, not having any idea what was going on. Then Val reached down and forced the blond girl's mouth wide open.

Donna had time for one quick, hopeless scream before Val's full mouth clamped down on hers. She tried to struggle, but Val was holding her mouth open and crushing her body flat to the floor, and Steve moved in to hold her head steady by the hair. She was helpless to do anything but accept what Val had to give her.

Val drooled the spent cum back into Donna's waiting mouth, at first just letting the thick globs of it pour out from beneath her teeth, then spitting it out as the bulk of it escaped. Donna struggled for a few moments and then went limp beneath the dark-haired woman, accepting her terrible fate. She had been wrong. She hadn't been as low as she could get before. Now she was.

Val forced her to drink every drop of the assorted scum that had covered her face, and then she spit in Donna's mouth for good measure. Then she pulled herself up a few inches off the girl's supine form and winked at the two men helping her.

"Time for the bridal shower," Val laughed.

And then Val began to piss, the steaming yellow liquid spraying from her humid cunt and coursing down over Donna's mid-section. It filled the squirming girl's navel and stained her flat tummy and satiny flanks. Val shook her hips so some piss sprinkled Donna's heaving tits, and a few drops even hit her chin and cheek.

Donna blubbered helplessly, finding that she did indeed still have tears left to cry.

Val continued to pee, laughing as she matted down Donna's silky cunt hair and soaked her garter belt. She pissed herself dry on the blonde girl's twisting form, and then she reached down and gave Donna's face one last hard slap.

"Get your dress, bitch!" she hissed. "And get the fuck out!"

CHAPTER SIX

Donna was back in her car, and this time all she had covering her naked body was her soiled bridal veil. Val had kept Donna's coat, and hadn't given Donna time to put on her jeans, physically throwing Donna out the door. Val had at least thrown her purse and wedding dress out after her. Purse and dress were both sitting next to Donna now, in the front seat, but they were of little comfort to her now as she faced yet another crisis.

Her car was running out of gas.

If things had gone as planned earlier and Tom had driven her to the dress shop in his car she would be okay now, because she had had just enough gas to get to his house and back home. But the dress shop was in the opposite direction from her house, and now her gas gauge was sitting on empty and her car was running rough, drinking the last of the fumes it held.

Donna drew the veil tightly across her full tits and tried to reason a way out of this. She couldn't let the car run out of gas on the open road, that would be disastrous. And self-service was definitely out, what with her naked from the waist down. She would have to find a full-service station and hope that the gas jockey didn't check her out too closely. It was her only hope.

Donna breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the lit gas station sign in the distance. It was just beginning to get dark.

Donna coasted her coughing car toward the station and prayed that this time things would work out.

There was no other car at the pump, and Donna pulled her purse up onto her lap as the attendant approached. Extra protection, she thought, and anyway, she would have to pay him.

The attendant was a greasy-looking kid in his mid-teens, and he was grinning stupidly at Donna as she rolled down the window. His grin froze, though, when she rolled the window down and he leaned forward into the car.

"Damn, lady, your car sure does stink. What happened, something crawl in here and die?"

Damn it, Donna thought. She'd gotten used to the smell of the piss while she'd been driving over here, but to someone breathing fresh air it had to be like sticking their head into a toilet.

And now he was looking right down at her, and saw everything. "Why, lady, you're bare-assed naked!"

Donna reached for the gear shift, seeing in the expression on his face that he'd already decided what he was going to do to her. She was too slow, too slow for the hundredth time today, and he flung the door wide open.

"Lady, you shouldn't drive around town with no clothes on, people might get the wrong idea." He lifted the veil off her tits and licked his lips. "Why, look at those hard little nipples!"

He ran his rough fingers over her pink nipples as he pushed his way into the car, and he took the purse from her lap without getting a fight. Now, except for her garters, she was completely naked, and an oil-stained moron younger than her was going to fuck her. Not only fuck her, really, but fuck her in the front seat of her own car, in the middle of a gas station.

"Oh, baby," he sighed, crushing her tits in his hands, distorting their shapes. "You're so beautiful. I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you."

"Please don't!" Donna whimpered.

His name tag read Barney, and Donna realized that the only way she ever found out the names of the people who abused her was by reading it off their shirts.

"I don't want to do this."

"Oh, come on," Barney laughed, unzipping his dirty jeans and pulling out a long, tapering cock.

He stank like he hadn't washed for a month, but, then, Donna thought, she did now too. Maybe this would be the kind of man for her from now on.

"No bitch pulls into a gas station without a fucking stitch on unless she wants a cock in her pussy. You think I'm stupid or something?"

"No, you don't understand," Donna pleaded hopelessly. "I was raped. They tore my clothes to pieces. They… they hurt me."

"And so you drove down here to fill up your car, right." Barney was sliding down into the seat and wrestling Donna's willowy form up over him, facing the window.

He was going to sit her down on his cock, she thought. No foreplay, no preamble, just a quick, hard fuck.

"Well, lady, if you were raped once tonight, maybe this'll just be a blast from the past."

Holding Donna around the waist with one arm and with one hand holding his stone-hard cock, Barney guided her down. She swallowed his cock to the hilt easily, and immediately she felt the welling of her liquids inside her. Outside, people were going about their business, getting gas and checking oil levels, and here, inside her own car, she was being fucked against her will by a grease monkey.

"Oh, that's fucking great." Barney slid his hands around her and began to squeeze her titties again, taking handfuls of her firm flesh and then squeezing as hard as he could.

It was like her two tits were balloons and he was trying to see how much pressure they could take before they broke. And, all the while, he was fucking her with wild, erratic strokes that bounced Donna roughly around inside the car.

Donna knew that the fuck couldn't last long. Barney's young cock was too hard and he was fucking her too fast. She tightened her cunt as hard as she could, hoping to bring him off even quicker, but was rewarded instead with a blinding burst of pleasure in her own cunt. She arched back against him.

"Oh, shit." Barney's own attempts at fucking into her had been put to shame by her rapid-fire hip action, and he just sat still underneath her as she rode him. His hands still clutched her tits, even harder now as they closed tight in spasms of ecstasy.

Donna's head was rolling back and forth and her blonde hair was flying everywhere. People outside were beginning to gather around the car now, but she didn't even notice them.

The pleasure of having his cock wrung was too much for the inexperienced Barney, and he began shooting off into Donna's cunt. He clogged her already-greasy cunt with his jizz, but his cock began to soften quickly, shrinking until his prick could do her no good at all.

"You little fucker!" Donna turned on him in a fury, and for the first time since all of this had begun she saw someone else afraid of her. "You came after me, raped me, and then you couldn't even keep going long enough to do anything for me. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck…"

"You should know better than that, Barney," a man's rough voice cut over her tirade.

Donna turned, her hair falling across her flushed face, her tits heaving with her ragged, excited breathing. Barney's white jism and her own thick glop both dripped from her cunt onto the seat of her car.

"Take her around to the side," the man said. He was older, big and fat and powerful looking, the owner of the station. The name on his shirt said Bud. "To the bathrooms. I'll be around directly. Oh, and put that dress on her for me, will you?"

Donna looked around and saw that other men, more than a half dozen, were ringing the car, staring at her lustfully. Then the meaning of Bud's words reached her lust-fogged mind, and she looked down at the gift box, now fallen open, on the seat.

She was going to be fucked, perhaps by all of these men, in her wedding dress.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Donna was on her hands and knees in the station's bathroom, her flowing white wedding dress hiked up high on her hips so that Bud would have a clear shot at her asshole. Donna had caught a glimpse of his cock, and it was as big as Tom's, maybe even bigger.

Other men surrounded her too, men of all sizes and descriptions, and they were all waiting their turns. She had no idea how long they were going to keep her here, but she knew that it would take at least hours to satisfy all the lust in this room, and she knew that by the time they finished any hopes she'd held for a future with Ryan would be over.

Having them put the wedding dress on her had been the last straw. They had felt her up while they slid it over her clammy skin, leaving no part of her creamy, battered body untouched. They were dressing her up for a gang bang in her own wedding gown.

Bud was running his huge, callused hands over her white little ass, feeling her up for the inevitable fuck. The others were giving him space to do what he wanted to her.

"Well, honey," Bud growled, puffing on the fat cigar in his mouth. "I hope you ain't a tight-assed bitch or I might just ruin you for life."

The other men laughed at Donna and called her names and someone even spat on her, the spittle hitting her cheek and rolling down over her jaw. Bud put the head of his cock up against her winking shitter. The prickhead completely covered her asshole, eclipsing it with its huge size.

"I don't know," Bud said, surveying the job before him.

Guys in the crowd began to call out encouragement.

"But here goes!"

Donna screamed and tried to scramble away as the big man fucked forward, but, in an instant, hands clamped down on her to hold her steady. They gripped her by her head and shoulders and tits and sides, and Bud pushed the cheeks of her ass so far apart with his big hands that she was sure he was splitting her like a rotten piece of fruit.

Jack had used her cunt juice as lubricant earlier, but Bud was either too uncaring or too dumb to do the same. Donna remembered that Jack had greased her ass more to help himself out than to aid her anyway, but she didn't think anything could hurt the smelly old horse cock that Bud was fucking into her.

"Do it!" someone in the crowd yelled. "Rip that asshole in two!"

She screeched, going insane from the pain and the enforced stillness the restraining hands caused her. She yelled and hollered.

"See," somebody laughed. "She's begging us to fuck her!"

"Why don't somebody shut her up?" Bud said.

Bud was a far stronger man than Jack, but then his cock was far larger, too, and he was having a hard time forcing his prick in. He had about half the cockhead lodged just inside now, and he was already stretching her asshole as wide as her cunt. Even he was beginning to wonder if she might not burst from the pressure, though he really didn't care too much one way or the other.

"I'll do it," someone volunteered.

Donna heard a zipper being undone. Donna's whole body was straining from the awful tension Bud's cock was causing her, and her body broke out into a cold clammy sweat beneath the white wedding dress. She opened her mouth willingly when the man in front of her placed his hands on top of her head, and she almost found contentment when she clasped her mouth around his prick and began to suck.

Bud was still trying angrily to gain full entrance into Donna's tiny ass, and he had the help of six men pulling back on the little blonde to help him. Most of his cockhead was pressed into her shitter, but her ass chute was fighting him all the way, unwilling to accept the insertion of an object the size of which it had never even spat out.

"You bitch!" Bud screamed, releasing Donna's ass cheeks for an instant to pound his fists into her back. "Let me in you stupid bitch!"

Donna shuddered underneath the blows and tried to suck the cock in her mouth as well as she could with the pain that was rattling her body.

Bud went back to hauling her back toward his ravaging cock, and Donna felt the walls of her shitter slowly being forced apart by the constant, overwhelming pressure the big man was applying.

"Here it goes!" Bud shouted, boring the head of his killer cock into her asshole. "I'm plowing the bitch! I'm getting inside!"

The outcome had never been in doubt, really, not considering Bud's strength and the multitude of hands that held Donna motionless. Bud's blooming red cockhead was fully buried inside Donna's shitter now, and he began to fuck forward with all the force he could.

"Ooooo… fuck." Donna's body was drawn as tight as a bowstring under the terrible pressure in her asshole. She felt like someone was driving a truck into her, and the pain was made a hundred times worse by the swarm of molesting hands that held her still.

"It hurts!"

Bud, if he could understand her garbled words from around the mouthful of cock she was dealing with, made no reply except to yank her back toward him once again, burying four more hard inches of cock up her asshole. The ring of her asshole was stretched obscenely around the huge girth of his cock now, straining desperately in the hopeless battle to drive the prick out.

"I'll bet she never had a cock in her like this," Bud laughed, fucking relentlessly forward now, ramming inch after inch of his killing prick up her bulging shitter. "She's never going to have to strain to shit again."

Donna hung her head, her whole body shuddering with pain and shame. Dirty hands squeezed her hanging tits through the material of her dress, and Donna wondered what she had done to deserve all this suffering. She felt a tearing in her asshole, and she wondered whether Bud had finally split her open or if he was just fucking into some even tighter part of her ass chute, loosening some part of her deep inside.

"Ride back with me, bitch," Bud laughed, fucking the last inch of his cock into her shitter.

Donna was in too much pain to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt his crotch hair kiss her ass-cheeks.

Still sucking the cock in her mouth, Donna began to bounce gently back and forth on Bud's cock, unwilling to move too quickly for fear that she might hurt herself even worse than she was now. The whole length of her asshole was fluttering around his deeply implanted prick anyway, and she couldn't see how he could even stand that kind of activity. Every roll of her hips caused new pain to shoot through her, and Donna's sweating, straining ass wasn't even really being fucked yet. She was just holding the massive cock inside her.

"Baby, if you call that fucking, you must be fucking all little boys," Bud groused, and he yanked his cigar from his mouth and threw it away into the darkness of the bathroom. "Fucking means stabbing – you on me and me in you!"

He began to prove his point.

Donna knew the meaning of true terror as soon as she heard Bud intone those words. She also learned the true meaning of pain as he turned words into action. His fingers digging like hot steel bands into her hips, Bud jerked almost all the way out with one quick flick of his hips, and then fucked all eleven inches back in just as fast.

"Noooo!" Donna squealed around the prick in her mouth. "You're killing me!"

"Fucking right," Bud laughed, fucking into her again, even harder than the first time. "Killing you with pleasure."

It was a realm of pure physical pain, where the pain seemed to fill every pore in her body and blank out every other sensation. Her eyes were red, and the prick in her mouth might as well have been a sock. Every sensation she felt was radiating from her asshole, from the bulging length of her stuffed, ruined shitter.

"Fuck, look at her moving now," one of the men holding her whispered. "She's jumping around like a wildcat."

"Sooner or later," Bud said, "They all come around. They got to. It's in their nature."

Donna was fighting for her life, trying to minimize the damage his big cock was doing her, but something in his voice when he talked about her nature struck a chord. On her hands and knees, with a crowd of men watching her and a horde of hands pawing her through her own wedding dress, she felt strange waves of pleasure beginning to wash over her. With a cock fucking her ass and sending pain shooting all the way up to her shoulders, being gang raped on the filthy tile floor of a gas station bathroom, Donna was getting excited.

"Holy shit," Bud said as her hips really began to go into action. "Look at her now!"

Donna went back to sucking on the cock in her mouth, much to the delight of the man who was fucking her face, and she began to force her ass back on Bud's pulverizing cock with a force that matched his own. The pain was still terrific, worse now that she was slamming back into him, doubling the speed of her impalement, but Donna was overcoming it, her mind filled not with the pain of having her ass torn apart but with the molten, shameful ecstasy she took in the abuse, the degradation of her supple young body.

"Go ahead and kill me!" she screeched from around the cock head she was licking. "See if you can hurt me some more, you bastard! See if you can fuck me a little harder!"

She slammed back against Bud again, and the pain and lust that vibrated through her asshole and pussy pulled her over the edge.

"Yes!" she screamed, pussy juice coursing down her already-scummy legs in rivers. "Cum now, you old fucker! Fill me up with your hot jism! Hurt me damn you, tear me up!"

Bud was trying to do just that, his hands pulling her ass-cheeks so far apart that her crack almost disappeared, his hips punching forward and jamming his baseball bat cock deep up her asshole. He was about to cum and he wanted these last few moments to be ones he would remember for the rest of his life.

"Oh shit, baby, you're just too fucking much," he panted, able to hold back no longer. "You can come to this station naked any old time for a fill-up."

His cock began to discharge, and his prick shot off like the firehose his long cocktube so much resembled. Cock juice splattered deep inside Donna's ass chute, splattering parts of her body that had never been touched.

Donna spat out the cock in her mouth for a moment, wailing like some kind of animal. Her whole body began to vibrate as her own orgasm shifted into high gear.

"Oh fuck yes!" Bud groaned, pulling his cock out of her ruined asshole and resting on top of her back. His prick spat out a few last weak shots into the silky material of her dress, and then he wiped his leaking, shit-stained prick onto the dress that Donna would have worn to her wedding. "We can always take care of you here, you hot-assed whore."

Donna was still in the throes of her orgasm. The instant that Bud pulled his cock from her body, she tore herself loose from the men who were holding her. She was in a frenzy now. Her desperation showed in her eyes and in her jerky, spasmodic movements, and her hands fluttered up to rip the front of her prized wedding dress wide open.

"Fuck me!" she screeched, her hands dropping down to tear at her dress where it covered her dripping, sloppy cunt. "Fuck me, all of you!"

It was all the invitation that the men needed. The man she'd been sucking before, a short, fat guy with a short, fat cock, body-tackled her, forcing her down on her back. Then he sat on her tits and jerked her head up by her blonde hair so he could fuck her mouth.

Below, she felt angry hands, stronger than her own, ripping the train of her dress to shreds. Then a cock that felt almost as long and hard as Bud's bored into the greasy, open-lipped furrow of her cunt.

The men were doing their best to oblige her, too. The man fucking her cunt raised her hips up off the ground so he could fuck her straight on, stretching her cunt out with each new blow he dealt her. The man on her face pulled his cock from her mouth for a second and dangled his balls down, stuffing in first one, then the other, until Donna's cheeks bulged out obscenely.

"Oh, shit, baby," the man with his balls in her mouth groaned. "Ain't there nothing you won't do?"

Donna couldn't even lick his balls, they crowded her mouth so. Spit ran over her cheeks and down her face from the way her mouth was watering. Her hips were jerking out of control, and her hands flapped helplessly at her sides now that they weren't being held. She wanted their cum, and she wanted more of the hard pricks that filled this darkly lit room. Donna was beginning to lose her mind.

The man on her face groaned and began to shoot his wad, Donna's mouth still filled with his balls. His first two volleys sloshed into her hair, but then he pulled back, pulled his mouth-stretching balls out from between her lips. He aimed his cock down, and the next shot drew a line of cum from the bottom of her left jawline to her right temple.

"Open up, you stupid cocksucker!" the man yelled.

When Donna obeyed, she got a thick rope of sticky jism right down her throat. She brought her head forward to try to cough the stuff up, and the fat man took it as an invitation to fuck her mouth some more.

The man's cock fucked into Donna's mouth to the root, and he filled her throat and mouth with his sticky cum. He had a lot, as though he hadn't fucked in a long time, but Donna swallowed all of it, her throat bobbing frantically and her tongue coated with his salty, filmy jizz.

"Hurry up!" someone shouted. "I want in there!"

"Shut the fuck up!" the little man snarled back, holding his cock inside her lips.

Donna began to lap wildly, draining every speck of jism he had to offer, licking his cock cleaner than he had probably ever washed it.

"Come on!" she screeched, staring up at the lustful faces and the bloated cocks that surrounded her. "I want to be fucked, not looked at!"

Her hands went to her tits and she began to pinch her nipples with her fingernails the way Val had done earlier.

"You are being fucked," the man in her cunt snarled, fucking inside her extra hard to make sure she noticed.

She was bucking as wildly as he was, her drippy puffy cunt blurring as she shimmied against him.

"She wants another man upstairs," a tall, bald man in a suit coat said. He was wearing no pants. "Don't you?"

"Fuck me!" Donna screamed.

"I think that's a yes," the bald man said. He crouched over her face. His cock was long and thin.

Donna tried to reach up for his prick with her mouth, but he slammed her head back on the ground and settled his clenching ass over her lips instead.

"Suck some ass, bitch," he sighed, squirming around on top of her face and pushing his long cock down into the valley between her tits. "Suck some ass while I fuck these big sweet tits!"

The bald man grabbed Donna's tits and crushed them together, fucking his cock in the tunnel he created between them. He was mauling her already-bruised flesh, but Donna groaned with added lust at this wild new sensation. Her whole body was arching and bucking now, as she fucked one man with her juicy pussy and another with the heated flesh of her titties.

"Look at her," one of the men breathed. "Look at that silly bitch fuck!"

"She loves it," the bald man sighed, rubbing his prick against her smashed tit flesh and rubbing his ass crack along her pretty face. "No matter what you do to her, she loves it."

Donna heard someone call her a nymphomaniac as she nibbled on the ring of the bald man's ass. She thought about how stupid the men were. She was just hot, burning, and they had made her that way. She didn't seek out this dirty, degrading sex. It just came after her, and she was just too weak to resist.

"Oh, fuck," the man in her cunt groaned, humping against her flicking hips, digging his hands into her ass-cheeks. "Suck on my cock with your pussy, baby. Suck on it and I'll give you my cum."

Donna's cunt was spasming wildly around his cock already, and her cunt was beating like a piston around the base of his throbbing cock. His balls were drenched with her cunt juice now, and the whole area of her inner thighs was a sloppy mess.

Donna's tongue was fucking up into the asshole of the bald man, and her lips were smooching around the tight ring of his ass-hole. Her mouth was watering so much that she couldn't control it all, and slobber poured continuously down over her face. His cock continued to saw back and forth between the sweaty masses of her tits, leaking pre-cum on her stomach and rubbing more off on her cleavage. Donna felt as though she was spitted on one gargantuan cock that was fucking her from both ends.

"Stinking bitch!" the bald man snarled. "You're going to make me cum, you fucking cunt!"

Donna's hand came up to his ass cheeks, and she spread them wide, trying to get her mouth and tongue deeper up his ass, and the man screamed in rage at her for driving him so quickly to the brink. Donna was sucking out on the ring of his asshole with all the air in her heaving, lust-wracked body, and it was more than the bald man could take.

"Fuck you, bitch!" he shouted, standing up and turning around with his cock in his hand. "Suck some cum, whore!"

The bald man's cock began to spurt all over Donna's upturned face, and he crouched low so that he could really drench her face with his jism.

Donna shut her eyes as the thick salty cum began to rain down on her face. Donna's hands fluttered helplessly in the air and she made no effort to escape her cum-bath. She almost welcomed it now.

"Cover your face in it, whore!" he groaned. "Cover your whole fucking face!"

Cum shot all over the blonde girl's face, puddling in her eyes, clogging her nose, dripping off her nose and down her cheeks. Then, when the bald man's orgasm began to wane, he leaned down even farther and rubbed his drooling cockhead hard against her skin, smearing his jism into her face.

Donna's tongue lapped out against her will, brushing against the bald man's cock, collecting his spunk as he rubbed it into her flesh. She was cumming, and she couldn't get enough of the sex she was immersed in. Her whole body began to convulse.

"Oh, fuck, man." The man in her cunt was shooting now, too, his cum scalding her already-fiery cunt, shooting deeply inside her. "She's a fucking witch, man, nobody fucks this good!"

Donna's cunt was boiling over, spilling out a mixture of her cunt juices and sticky cum down over her ass cheeks and quivering inner thighs. Her hips were banging up and down wildly, her ass flattening out against the floor, and her cunt lips were spasming wildly around the throbbing root of the cock in her cunt.

The bald man pulled away from her, and Donna was still bucking wildly, her tongue reaching out over her face as far as it could reach. She cried out in frustration when she could reach no more of his slippery spunk.

Donna was still squirming when the man in her pussy pulled away, his cock greasy from the swamp he'd pulled out of. When he rubbed himself clean against the tensed flesh of her thigh, she tried to catch his cock between her legs.

"More," she whined. Her hands reached out toward the shadows, toward the men who were cursing her, laughing at her, calling her cow and bitch and whore. "More!"

With no control left, Donna thrashed across the tile floor, her hair fanning out wildly and her thighs quivering. Juice was welling out of her cunt in thick globs, rolling down over her pussy and flying into the air when her hips made a particularly sharp thrust.

"Well, don't just stand there," Bud growled. He was holding a beer now, as well as his cigar. "The lady's begging for some cocks to fuck on, now get in there and give her some."

"Right," a small blond man said, and he leapt forward at her, swinging a cock that was close to the equal of Bud or Tom's.

Donna couldn't imagine how a guy his size could support the weight. Another man, with a smaller cock but a bigger frame, was right behind him. She wondered which one would reach her first, and hoped that it was the blond. She needed a cock his size right now.

He did reach her first, sliding to a stop right beside her and grabbing her by her hips. He smiled at the tall man and waved him down to lie down in front of the wriggling girl. Donna didn't understand what was going on.

She did understand the fat head of the blond man's cock being planted squarely on the bud of her asshole, though, and she hunched back at him, rubbing her ass crack against his big prick. And she understood the tall man's hands on her tits, squeezing them together and then pulling on her nipples.

Donna exploded into orgasm again, and she screamed the loudest scream of her young life.

"Shit, the bitch is insane," the tall man said, grabbing Donna's leg and holding it up so that he could slide in toward her cunt.

"This is going to be great," the man behind her said, forcing the head of his cock into her loosened shitter. "I've never done a sandwich fuck before."

Donna still didn't understand what they were talking about. Her asshole was sore from the two cocks she had already had in there, and it hurt when the blond guy shoved his prick forward. She ignored the pain and began humping back on his cock. It was only when the tall man grabbed her hips to hold her still and edged his cock toward the peeled back, wet lips of her cunt that Donna realized that both men were going to fuck her at once.

"Oh, shit, I've got to get in on this!" a man with a gap in his front teeth moaned, and he pushed forward, pulling a good sized cock out of his pants.

Donna let her mouth fall lax. Not two cocks at once, she thought dimly, but three.

Donna felt her whole lower body bulging with the prick meat that was being forced into both her steaming holes, and she squirmed in lust and pain. She could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall that separated her pussy from her shitter, and she wondered if they could feel each other. She was sure that when they started to fuck they were going to tear her apart.

"Shut that mouth around this big dick!" the man with the gap in his teeth rasped, flipping his prick head over her cum-smeared cheeks, and Donna obliged him, accepting the head and a couple inches of his cock and closing her mouth tight, starting her tongue to work.

"Room for one more," a man said behind her, and she felt one of her arms pulled up and over her head. The man wrapped strands of her silky blonde hair around his prick, and then he placed her hand around his big root and started her moving. "You just jack me off honey, and I'll give you a cum shampoo."

Four cocks, she thought, but thought was almost beyond her now, because the blond and the tall man had begun to move in her pussy and asshole, and Donna felt the world start to slip out from under her again.

Her mouth was slurping away at the big cock nestled within, her lips smooching, her tongue licking, her spit gushing out.

Her hand was blurring on the length of pipe-like cock she held, running up and down its hardened length and sometimes slipping to rub over the head and collect some pre-cum to make her masturbation juicier.

Most of all, her lower body was in action, her hips beating a wild rhythm against both the men who were fucking her. They were tearing her up with their wild fucking, stretching her pussy and asshole so that the pain was a constant red flare, but Donna was so immersed in what was happening that she barely felt it. She was on a continuous orgasmic ride. Nothing could stop her now.

"Look at the cunt," Bud whispered, moving in closer to her. He emptied his can of beer on her stomach, laughing when he saw the ripple that passed through her when the cold liquid coursed over her soft belly. He knew she'd just had another climax. "I've never seen anything fucking like it."

Donna's lithe form was shuddering like an engine about to explode, her hand was kneading the man behind her with crazed fervor. She'd swallowed all of the gap-toothed man's cock and was working at forcing his balls into her mouth. Her body was flushed red and covered with a thick sheen of sweat, and her legs were locked in a death grip around the tall man fucking her cunt.

"Look at the cunt go!" someone laughed.

Someone else lost control of himself and shot his wad, keeping the presence of mind to step forward and shoot on Donna. Cum covered her side and belly with strands of goo, and then he rubbed his cock clean along the outside of her fevered hip.

She was an animal now, a powerless sex toy, but her body had never enjoyed itself more.

The blond and the tall man were bouncing her back and forth between them, keeping a rhythm going where Donna was always being pounded from one direction or the other. She squirmed like an eel between them, her cunt and asshole both contracting wildly on their battering pricks.

The first of the four men to come was the man she was masturbating with her hair. The constant fondling and petting of her hand had finally brought him off, and he kept his promise, thoroughly soiling her hair with his jism. He shot and shot all over her silky blonde hair, and then, before any of his clotted white cum could slip down to the floor, he reached down and massaged it into her head, until her hair gleamed silver with spunk.

A moment later, the gap-toothed man cursed and began to hose down Donna's mouth, filling her throat with burning goo. Donna swallowed as fast as she could, now in love with the taste of a man's orgasm, but the man fired too much too quickly, and soon it was oozing out between her lips and staining them silver white.

"Swallow it, bitch!" he snarled, and reached down to slap her, which jarred Donna's mouth open for an instant and let a huge dollop of his cum slide down her face.

The gap-toothed man seemed to like that. He slapped her again and again as he geysered into her clasping mouth, keeping her from being able to swallow his jism, causing it to run out over her cheeks, staining her face even more. Still she sucked him, lost in her endless orgasms, lost in the pain that seemed to flood her from every direction.

"This is too fucking much," Bud said. "She's too fucking hot to believe."

The gap-toothed man kept slapping her until long after his last burst of cum had flooded her mouth. By the time he stopped, his cock had shrunk and softened, and Donna's never-faltering mouth had cleaned him of every spot of slime. He pulled his soft, clean cock from her lips and then punched her in the right eye with his prickhead.

"Thanks, bitch," he told her. "You can suck on this cock anytime you get the hots."

Donna shuddered through another orgasm, and her ass cheeks clamped tight as vise grips on the blond man's prick.

Without warning, the blond man started blasting up her shitter, and a moment later, his cock submerged in the fetid cauldron of Donna's pussy, the tall man blasted off too.

"Oh yes!" Donna screamed. "Fuck me, hurt me!" Her body jerked wildly between the two fountaining men. "Make me a whore, you bastards! I want to fuck you all!"

Donna went into a fit then, her body convulsing between the two men as they added their spunk to the dripping cum heaps of her pussy and asshole. She screamed incoherently and drooled, her eyes shone with a wild light and her hands beat at the air. Her firm stomach was undulating, rolling in waves that mirrored what her writhing cunt was doing. Her tits were swollen tight with lust, hot to the touch.

"Oh fuck," the blond man groaned, slopping the last of his cum up her dirty asshole, watching some of it drip slowly back out. He knew this was the greatest fuck he would ever have. Nothing could stand up to this sex-crazed woman and her tight, humid shitter.

Donna calmed slowly as the two men spent the last of their cum in her, her breathing catching and slowing and her thrashings growing less frantic. By the time they pulled away from her, she lay silent on the floor, her eyes fixed and staring and her body still.

"What's the matter, girl?" Bud asked roughly. "Don't you want to fuck no more cocks?"

"Who's left?" Donna asked tiredly.

What little was left of her wedding dress was filthy. Her tears were used up, but she'd never been sadder.

"Come on, bitch, up on your knees," Bud ordered, moving over to her and unzipping his pants to pull out his big sausage of a cock once more. "Open up, I've got something for you."

Donna crawled painfully up to her bruised knees, barely able to move now for the pain that shot through every inch of her willowy form. She opened her mouth and waited for him to put his prick in so she could suck him to hardness and suck him off. She waited too for the excitement that would drive back the awful pain she felt.

"Here's a little surprise," Bud laughed gruffly, aiming his big limp prick right at Donna's parted mouth.

He started pissing, a firehose torrent of burning yellow liquid, and his aim was perfect. His piss flew right into Donna's mouth, filling it up, pouring down her throat and spilling out over her chin.

Donna gurgled, trying to swallow the piss that was choking her, trying to hold back the vomit that threatened to erupt up her throat.

He was pissing in her mouth.

And now the other men moved in too, and Donna was being drenched with piss from every direction. It matted down her hair and soaked through the tatters of her dress, turning the rags transparent. Pee blasted the cum from her face and shot up her nose, and more poured in her mouth as Donna gasped for air. Piss stung her pointy tits and her stretched asshole, and pee flooded her scummy cunt.

"Drown the bitch!" somebody screeched, and all the men seemed to be calling her some dirty name now.

Donna was slowly forced back to the floor by the force of the multiple streams, and she finally lay beneath a forest of men's legs, her whole body being covered by their stinking yellow piss.

And she came.

The orgasm boiled out of nowhere and shuddered through her body like a tidal wave. The men laughed harder when they saw her squirming and saw her messy cunt flex against itself. Some of the men directed their piss right at her pussy lips, and as the hot liquid seared her clit, Donna's orgasm doubled in intensity.

When it was over, Donna was lying in a puddle of stinking urine, and her whole body was saturated in it.

Bud bent down and turned her on her stomach, rubbing her face in the stuff, and Donna just groaned hopelessly, not even trying to resist.

"Start licking that up," Bud ordered. "I want this place clean."

Donna began to do as he asked, in spite of the scorn of the man and the bile that rose high in her throat. After all, she thought resignedly, why should she get picky now?

"I wonder what I'm going to do with you?" Bud mused aloud.

Some of the men had gathered around and were kicking Donna as she licked their piss from the floor with her aching, tired tongue. Now that they had spent their lust they just wanted to hurt her.

"I'd almost like to keep you to myself, but fuck, bitch, you could make a fortune for me if I whored you out."

"Give her to me," a voice said.

Donna recognized the voice immediately. She stopped licking the salty piss up off the cold tile floor, and the men around her ceased their kicking.

Everyone looked toward the man who had just stepped into the bathroom.

It was Tom, dressed expensively and smiling pleasantly. She could feel the barely restrained violence rolling off him, and she knew that every man in the bathroom felt it, too.

No man tried to stop him as he walked over to her and led her away.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Donna spent the trip back to Tom's house in a semi-conscious daze, her hand trailing absently over her cunt, her eyes half closed. Her whole world was filled with pain now, pain and confusion, but the one time she'd tried to ask Tom a question she'd gotten a punch in the stomach for a reply.

Now, she just lay in a huddle at the far side of the passenger's seat, and Tom drove in silence with his window rolled down so that he wouldn't have to smell her.

Tom stopped the car in front of his place and hopped out, running around to Donna's side to open her door. When he did, Donna tumbled out to the hard cement street, and Tom smiled. The day had been a complete success. There was hardly a vestige of the old Donna Anderson left in this sex-drenched slut at his feet.

Tom reached down. With a flash of his hand he tore what tatters remained of her wedding dress off Donna's lush body. Then he pulled a collar around her neck and attached a leash to that.

"Walk on your hands and knees, bitch!" he barked, watching globs of cum slop from her ass and cunt. "You're no human being any more, you don't deserve to walk on two legs."

Donna hung her head, her blonde hair stringy and matted now but still able to hide her face from his knowing gaze.

Tom pulled abruptly on her leash, and Donna scrambled painfully after him, her knees bruised and her back aching. He walked very fast, and Donna was pulled over on her face twice, and sometimes he would jerk on the leash very hard without warning, choking her. When he did that, Donna felt her cunt start to tingle.

"You're in for the surprise of your life, bitch," Tom said as they reached his door, and when he opened it she saw what he meant.

Inside there stood at least twenty men, all of them well dressed and most of them young and good looking. Donna, a totally servile domesticated beast, was more ashamed beneath the superior gazes of these men than she had been anywhere else this night.

"Tom, about time you showed up," a tall thin blond man almost as good looking as Ryan stepped forward, smiling broadly. His smile faltered, though, when he looked at the cum-encrusted blond girl and got a whiff of her urine-soiled body. "This ain't one of the ladies for this evening, is it? She looks like she's already been through what we're going to do."

"She's something special," Tom growled. He grabbed Donna by her hair and pulled her head up where the men could see her. "She's a beautiful one, though, isn't she? I don't think I've ever seen one better."

There was general agreement from the men in the room, and a few of them began suggesting that they clean her off and fuck her, but Tom cut them off short.

"Later, perhaps." He dragged Donna forward by her hair until he reached the standing bar in the center of the room. "But our special guest will be here soon, and I want to get this piece of slutty shit ready for him and I need all of your help. Bitch, on the bar and on your back."

Donna rose up and almost slithered onto the bar, not wanting to stand upright for fear that Tom would punish her, not wanting to meet any of the lewd gazes that were directed at her. When she got on top of the bar, she turned slowly over onto her back, feeling pain knife through her injured frame, and she tried to block out the scornful laughter of the men as they saw how meekly she submitted to Tom's command.

"What do you need us to do?" one man asked, walking up to take a doubtful look at Donna. "Give her a bath?"

"Close," Tom smirked. "I want her to get a bath all right, but not in water. I want all of you to shoot off on this sorry bitch's body. I want her covered in come."

There was some protest, but Tom assured the men that what he wanted was absolutely essential, and after a little grumbling they agreed to do as he asked.

Donna had no idea what was going on, but the idea of over twenty men all shooting off on her body filled her with excitement and shame. At least no one would be fucking her, that was something. Her pussy and asshole felt like raw meat, and she wasn't sure she could have stood another prick fucking in her.

"Just rub your cocks all over her," Tom directed, circling the action as all the men surrounded Donna's prone form. The bar was right at cock level, perfectly constructed for what Tom had in mind. "I need her face really messed up. I mean an inch deep in creamy cum, boys, so do your worst."

"Bossy fucker, ain't he?" one of the men complained good-naturedly, unzipping his pants and pulling out a big, hardening cock.

All of the men were pulling out their cocks, and Donna found herself staring up at a dazzling array of man meat, all of it pointing down at her and ranging from tiny three-inchers to gargantuan pricks even bigger than Tom's. They came in all shapes and colors, too, and all degrees of hardness. Donna's cunt clamped hard just at the sight of them, and she mewled as the fuck-lust began to overtake her again.

"Come on you dirty bitch," one man groaned, pulling her face toward him. "Open up and say ah."

"Fucking doctors," someone joked as Donna opened her mouth and let him push his cock inside, and Tom reminded the man not to come in her mouth.

They were edging in on her from every side now. A man sat down on her ribs and began to fuck her between her breasts, but that didn't stop two more men from plunging at her tits from the outside, rubbing their cocks over her nipples and the curve of her bouncy flesh. A man was sitting on her stomach, too, poking his cock down into the deep cup of her navel, and there were more cocks smearing around her flat, quivering tummy and along her satiny flanks.

More and more men crowded in around the supine form of the blonde girl.

Donna felt her hands being lifted up and fitting around throbbing cocks, and she felt more members slipping into the spaces where her elbows bent and pushing up under her armpits. A cock began to run across the white flesh of her throat, and more cocks started smearing into her cheeks and face. One man seemed determined to fuck her eye, and she closed her lid tight as he bounced playfully against it, and her hair was being wrapped around three cocks now instead of just one.

"Man, this is a strange fucking trip," one of the men laughed as he nudged his cock into Donna's ear. "What's the plan, Tom?"

"You just cover this slut in cum, and you'll see," Tom told him, standing back from the action, watching with his arms crossed over his chest.

He shooed the men away from her lower body, so Donna's cunt and asshole were untouched, and her legs writhed on the bar without being molested. He watched as she began to squirm her hips, and grinned as he saw fresh dew speckled her cunt.

Donna was getting hot, and she felt her cunt begin to squirm even before Tom saw the first signs of fresh wetness on her lips. She was being covered in cock, her tits servicing five men, her face taking care of six more, her arms and stomach and shoulders and throat all the home for crushing, thrusting cocks. She wanted someone to fuck her and wondered why no one did, and realized she would come soon even without that.

"This is a damned hot whore you got here, Tom," one of the men said as he rubbed his cock across her already cock-stuffed lips. "Is she on something?"

"She's just a cum-loving cunt," Tom answered calmly, and Donna realized that he wasn't even insulting her, just stating the absolute truth.

With no one touching her cunt or asshole, Donna's lust was building slowly, and she barely shook at all as her first orgasm trickled through her. Her whole upper body stained with the men's slippery precum, Donna shuddered through first one minor climax and then another, her cunt snapping open and shut and her thighs rubbing languidly together.

"Oops!" Tom said. "She just came, twice I think."

"Fantastic," the guy fucking her navel said. He bounced the head of his cock down into the hole of her belly-button again and again, using it almost like a miniature cunt. "We really do have to clean this bitch up later and fuck the shit out of her."

"Maybe," Tom said mildly. He was looking out the window now, and after a moment he turned back to the men. "Could you guys hurry it up? Our guest has just pulled into the driveway."

"Oh, so we only have five minutes before he makes it up to the house," a man who was leaving a puddle of sticky precum on Donna's throat joked, and the other men laughed.

The feel of the cocks rubbing her body into a slippery submission added fuel to the orgasms flickering their way through Donna's body, and she began to squirm in earnest now, her lower body flopping around on top of the bar like a beached fish. Her cunt was oozing thickly now, and once more both her cunt and asshole were jerking open and shut like tiny gasping mouths.

And then the man in her mouth exploded. He only fired one shot down her throat before he pulled out, and then he was firing high-velocity spunk into her face from an inch off the surface of her skin. The cum splattered as it hit, hitting some of the other men who were abusing Donna's pretty face, and they complained in disgust.

Another man started to go off, and his first shot bounced between her parted teeth and caused her to choke.

It was like chain lightning after that, and the men began to cum so fast that Donna could no longer keep track of what was going on. Cum blasted into both of her ears, and this time when Donna felt her hair being drenched, it was with sticky white cum instead of piss.

Cum first glued her eyes closed and then submerged them beneath thick, congealing puddles, and one man set his cock on her upper lip and laughingly fired line after line of frothy cum up into her nose. Her open, gasping mouth was filled with spunk until it overflowed, covering her cheeks and chin with a rolling white current, and her nose turned white from the jetting slime.

"Holy shit!" a man gasped, looking down at her sullied features, his cock spewing more slop down on her. "She's going to drown, she's going to drown in our cum!"

And then other men started cumming, and Donna felt her hands and arms covered in juicy, dripping sperm. It greased her palms and ran down over her elbows, and the men in her armpits covered her shoulders in a white varnish.

The girl writhed beneath it all, her own climaxes growing in intensity now, her writhings able to move her upper body even beneath the weight of all the men who held her down.

Cum shot across her shuddering white stomach from a dozen directions, filling up her navel and streaming down over her ribs. The man between her breasts opened his barrage, and the two men in her throat joined him, and soon a puddle of cum rested in the hollow there, and more ran down over the sides of her neck. Men at her sides poured thick streamers of cum all over her firm pointy tits, anointing her heaving tits in a blizzard of white slime.

"Hurry up!" Tom barked again, not able to keep the smile from his face as he watched Donna's whole personality disappear along with her face.

A knock came on the door and he went to go answer it.

Donna didn't hear the knock, all she could hear was the throbbing of her own body and the slappings of the cum as it plopped against her already beslimed face. Men were starting to fall away from her now, and she had greater freedom of movement. Her thighs shuddered and rubbed together, and her hands, once the cocks had left them, fell to her cunt, rubbing frantically at her fevered clit.

"Hello," Tom said to someone in the hall. "Come on in."

"What the hell is that?" Donna heard a familiar voice say, and, when she recognized that voice, her lust died. "Man, you've messed her up good."

"Well, Ryan," Tom said, "when you told me about Donna I wondered if she was the right kind of girl for you. I mean, you and I have always shared a taste for a particular kind of woman, and your strait-laced little virgin didn't seem to fit that mold."

Beneath her cover of cum, Donna blushed fiery red. Tom was destroying the last pieces of her self-respect here. She wished she were dead. More cum spilled out over her lips, and she almost cried.

"I know," Ryan admitted uneasily. "And that did bother me. But I thought that once we were married, and maybe with your help, I could change her. She's so beautiful, though, I really couldn't resist marrying her."

"Come on," Tom joked, running his hand over Donna's white inner thigh. "Is she as beautiful as this girl? I mean, look at this body."

"I've got to admit that I've never seen a body as good as hers, but I guess you must have her face covered up for some reason," Ryan said. "You've seen Donna. You know what a beautiful face she has."

"Man, this one does too," another man said, rubbing a half-hard cock over her cummy cheek.

"Let's show him," Tom said. "Some of you clean her off. No, don't bother getting water, just piss on her."

No, please no! Donna thought. They were going to show Tom who she was, and they were going to do it in the worst way imaginable, by pissing all over her. He was going to hate her, scream at her, maybe even beat her. And maybe fuck the hell out of me, she thought, and an unbidden shudder passed through her.

The men pissed all over Donna then, their piss even more voluminous than their cum, stripping away the clogging jism from her body and leaving her squirming in the throes of another uncontrolled climax.

As the cum sloughed off her face, Ryan leaned in close, and a strange look came to his face.

"Well I'll be damned!" he said at last.

"I thought you'd be surprised," Tom said.

"Ryan!" Donna cried, opening her eyes at last to look at her handsome fiance. "I'm so sorry. I know you could never marry me after this, but you've got to believe – I do love you."

"Shut up, bitch," Tom said mildly, and Donna did as he asked, so well trained was she.

"Well, Tom, I never expected this," Ryan said. He walked over to Donna and slid his fingers into her juiced-up cunt, ran his hand over her tingling nipples. "I am pissed off that I wasn't the one to rip her cherry."

"It was for a good cause," Tom said as Ryan settled between the blonde girl's out-flung legs and unzipped his pants.

"Well, you've made her into the perfect wife for me, so I guess I can't be too mad," Ryan admitted, and he pulled out a monstrous cock, one that dwarfed even Tom's, and placed it at the slit of her dripping cunt. "I don't know what I'll ever do to repay you."

"Well, I might be getting married one day, too," Tom laughed. "And you could always return the favor."

"You mean you still want to marry me?" Donna asked, her still-innocent crystal-blue eyes staring up at her fiance.

"Shut up, bitch." Ryan grinned and spat into her face. "Of course I'm still going to marry you. Before you were beautiful and high-classed, but I thought I might need a mistress on the side. Now, thanks to Tom, I've got it all."

"One small problem," Tom said. "Her dress got rather messed up during her busy day."

"Fuck it." Ryan shoved his giant cock into Donna's tight, sore cunt, bulling his way up her pussy canal. "We'll get a new one made. A sheer black lace one with handcuffs and a ball gag."

The men laughed, and Donna shivered, the pain and pleasure from her stuffed cunt over-powering her mind once more. She was finally getting fucked by the man she'd wanted all along, and now she knew that he would be able to give her all the pleasure and pain she ever needed. She did hope that Tom would come visit them a lot, though. And she definitely knew where she was going to get that new dress made.

With Ryan's huge cock tearing her cunt to pieces Donna came, and she looked dreamily at all the cocks that waited to follow.

Content

Blake Garfield
Bridal shower

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT