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.