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."