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.