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.