For one instant she was free, but she fell off balance as she tried to back away. Tom was much faster than her, his face a red mask of rage as he swung a fist into her stomach, lifting her off the ground, driving all the air from her lungs. Donna fell hard on her back, and she knew that there would be no escaping this man.
"You bitch!" he screamed. "You stupid fucking cow!"
He grabbed her by her long hair and jerked her to her feet, then buried his fist into the soft flesh of her stomach again. Only his hold on her hair kept her from falling down.
"The only fucking thing you could ever possibly be good for is spreading your legs and opening your mouth for a man, and you just don't want to do it."
He hit her again and her legs folded beneath her so he was supporting almost all of her weight with the hand he had in her hair.
"You stupid fucking cow."
Donna had started crying after he hit her the first time, but after this third blow she didn't even have the air left to do that. Her body was wracked with silent painful sobs as she tried to catch her breath. She could never remember being in such pain before, and now there was the threat of the pain never coming to an end.
Without warning, Tom brought his free hand up from beneath her, driving his fist right against the lips of her panty-covered cunt. Donna managed a small, choking scream, and she fell backward, her arms flailing, as he released his hold on her hair. The pain that shot through her now seemed to set her very bones on edge.
"Had enough, bitch?" Tom asked, following her as she squirmed across his carpet. He kicked her in her side, and she stopped trying to move, rolling into a ball. "Ready to start acting like a woman?"
He circled her and kicked her in the ass so hard that Donna began to writhe helplessly in her agony.
Tom bent down beside her and slapped her twice, hard in the face, rolling her onto her back and forcing her to stop her movements. Donna's eyes were watering so badly that she couldn't really see what he was doing to her, but a moment later she felt her arms being pulled up above her head and soon after that she felt them being tied with something that seemed quite strong but felt too soft to be rope. She tried to resist again, kicking her legs and gyrating her body, but Tom smashed the flat of his hand down on her white stomach. Pain and loss of air forced the fight right out of her.
"Two ways to play it," he husked, and now he was stripping out of his clothes. He had a hairy, powerful body. "Either you can keep playing like the stupid hung-up bitch you are and get hurt…" he illustrated his point by driving his fist into the muscle of Donna's right thigh so hard that her whole leg went numb, "…or you can start acting like the cock-hungry whore you're going to be pretty soon, and I'll treat you to your first dam-busting cum. Makes no difference to me – I get my rocks off either way."
He didn't wait for her answer, starting to maul her tits through her bra with one hand and bringing his other up between her trembling white thighs. She would have tried to resist more, but she was blinded by the tears in her eyes and she was fighting to catch her breath, and even if she recovered, she was realistic enough to realize that with her hands tied and one leg numb with pain she wasn't a match for the strong man who loomed over her.
"Oh, you're a sweet one, bitch," he muttered.
He was stripped down to just his shorts now, and he lay beside Donna, feeling up and down her virgin, shapely body. His hands squeezed and tugged at her tits, tickled down her stomach, teased her taut inner thighs.
Tom roughly pulled the front of her bra down, yanking her tits free, and went to work on her nipples. First he tweaked them, flicking his fingers against one and then the other, so hard that Donna drummed her feet against the pain. Then he began jerking up on them, grabbing one in each hand and pulling skyward as hard as he could, laughing at Donna's attempts to arch her back off the ground to ease the pain. Her tits were so firm, her nipples were so long and hard, that he just couldn't resist tormenting them.
"Please stop!" Donna begged, quivering beneath him as he gave her tits pain. "Please don't hurt me! You've got me helpless."
"I want to hurt you, bitch," he growled, rolling over so he lay half atop her, using both hands on one pointy tit now, squeezing at its base to make the tit bulge up obscenely, pinching the nipple hard.
Donna could hardly even move now with him on top of her, but the pain was so great she thrashed her head back and forth on the floor, her long blonde hair fanning out around her. She could feel the bulge of his cock where he leaned against her, throbbing hotly against her thigh, and she couldn't believe the length it seemed to have. Pricks didn't get that big, did they?
"Going to fuck you, bitch," Tom muttered, nuzzling his teeth against the side of her throat and along the underside of her right arm. He was nipping at her, catching little pieces of her skin between his teeth and pulling. "Going to rip that virgin pussy wide open and drive my big cock up to your throat. Then I'm going to turn you around and head it the other way."
One of his hands stopped torturing her tits, and for a moment Donna felt a wave of relief. Tom skated his fingers down over her stomach, pausing for an instant to toy with her deep, round navel, then scratched his fingers beneath the waistband of her flimsy white panties. Donna groaned as his fingers scraped over her pussy mound, pulling and twisting her blonde cunt hair, another source of pain now.
Tom's hand slipped down farther, and Donna felt his fingers running along the pink outer lips of her cunt. Without warning, he drilled a finger up into her hot, dry cunthole, and she bucked beneath him, groaning in pain. His other hand left her tit, and Donna could suddenly feel the super-heated length of his cock against her quivering thighs. He was getting ready to fuck her, and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop him.
"Please don't," she whimpered.
He hunched the length of his concrete-hard cock along her thigh, and she could feel something slimy rub off against her white skin.
"Going to drown you in cum, baby," Tom laughed, kissing his way back up to her face, biting her flesh. "Ready for a fuck, baby? Ready for one right now?"
"No, please." Her voice was barely a whisper now, and he cut off even that feeble protest by clamping his mouth back down over hers.
She wasn't ready for a fuck, not as big as the piece of cock he was rubbing against her leg was and as tight and dry as her cunt seemed to be. She had always imagined that her first fuck would be slow and gentle, that there would be enough time for her to adjust. She knew that wasn't going to be the case now.
Instead, she was laid out on the floor, her hands tied above her head and her bra pulled down around her stomach. She had been beaten and tortured and now she was about to be fucked by a man she'd only met today, a man who was supposed to be her future husband's best friend. She'd never felt worse in her life.
Tom was gleefully mistreating her pussy now, pulling on her cunt lips and then fucking his finger back inside her to bang against her cherry.
Donna shut her eyes tight and tried to go with his torture, leaning forward when he yanked out on her tender pussylips, hunching back when he jammed his finger inside. He wasn't even making a pretense of trying to get her wet and ready. This was just another way for him to hurt her.
Suddenly he ripped her panties off, shredding them like so much tissue. He wiped her panties over his red, dripping cock-head. He grabbed her by the jaw and forced the soiled panties into her mouth.
Donna almost threw up.
"There, bitch," he laughed, rolling completely atop her. "That'll give you something to chew on."
He raised up to give Donna her first clear look at his cock, and she was glad for the dirty panties in her mouth, because she was sure she would have screamed. The huge cock that stuck out straight and hard over her quaking white stomach seemed almost a foot long and as wide around as her wrist. Certainly the cock-head, beet-red and dripping scum on her white flesh, was as big as her fist. His finger had hurt her. She didn't even want to think about what that prick would do to her.