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.