Chapter 3

Donna watched Tom leave, not able to meet his gaze but not able to look away from him either. He had ravaged her body, beaten her and tortured her, spilled his jism into her pussy and mouth.

Once he had gone, slamming the door shut behind him without a word, Donna stumbled to her feet and looked for her clothes. Only her jeans and her coat were salvageable. Her top had been ripped to pieces and her bra and panties were in tatters. She slipped on her jeans and buttoned her coat up to her throat. Grabbing her purse, she rushed out the door.

Donna almost ran for her car. She was gasping for breath when she slammed the door shut behind her. Tom had been supposed to go with her to the dress shop to get her wedding dress, and she realized now, with a dull, frightened throbbing in her chest, that she would have to stop there on the way home. She didn't want to. She didn't feel capable of dealing with anyone at the moment.

Driving over to the dress shop, Donna tried to calm herself and reach some decisions about what she was going to do. She would have to stay away from men, especially Tom, as much as she could until after she and Ryan were married, of that much she was certain.

Everything could be okay, as long as nothing like what had just happened with Tom ever happened again. He had probably just told her that story to scare her, but even now she felt a tingling in her cunt, and she knew that the crotch of her jeans was wet with her juices. The idea of some strange man fucking her made Donna sick, but when she pictured Tom's huge swaying cock shivers went through her body that were almost too much to control.

The dress shop was in a high-rent district where Donna did a lot of her shopping, and they offered nothing but the latest designs. Donna had had trouble with them over the wedding dress, though. When they had delivered it to her at home last week it had been a size seven instead of a five, simply too large and too long for her. Donna had given the store manager, a bitchy young businesswoman type, a royal chewing out, and she had given two of the clerks a pretty bad time, too.

Donna parked her car close to the shop and rushed in, hoping to get her business inside done as quickly as possible. She needed to get away from everyone a few hours so she could fully sort out what had happened to her. She'd been through a terrible ordeal at Tom's apartment.

She needed to figure things out.

She went into the store.

All three of her victims from the other day at the shop were in, and Donna grimaced. She didn't want a confrontation today.

"Excuse me," she said, striding quickly up to the manager.

She knew that the best way to handle this was to take charge immediately, even though she felt a little ridiculous striding into the store to pick up her wedding dress with only her coat and a pair of jeans on her body.

"My name's Donna Anderson, you might remember me from the day before yesterday. I believe you have a wedding gown for me. A size five?"

The shop manager turned to look at Donna as she spoke. She was an attractive woman, a couple of inches taller than Donna and physically much larger than the blonde woman. She wasn't fat, but she had broad shoulders and big hips. Her tits were even bigger, huge mountains underneath her sweater, and her bared forearms looked almost as strong as Tom's. She had brown hair, so dark that it was almost black, and big almond-shaped brown eyes. She was the kind of woman Donna had always despised, and Donna felt a tide of anger rising in her now just looking at the woman.

"A size five?" As the woman, whose name tag read Val, looked at her, a slow smile formed on her lips. "Oh yes, you're the wedding dress case. This is a white wedding, right?"

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean," Donna said impatiently. The bitch had some kind of nerve saying something like that. "I do think, though, that you'd better hurry and get my dress, and I do hope it's the proper one this time."

Still smiling, the dark-haired woman turned to one of the male clerks, who was standing at the back of the store. "Jack, get the wedding outfit for Donna Anderson. She's here to collect it." Then she turned to the other man. "Steve, why don't you put up the closed sign? I think after we're done with this cow we might close up for a while."

Both clerks stopped in their tracks to stare at their manager, and Donna sputtered in rage at what Val had said. What did that bitch think she was doing?

"You just made a fatal mistake," Donna hissed, using her most aristocratic tone. "Your career at this store's over."

"Oh shut up, honey." Val waved a long-nailed hand in Donna's direction. The nails, probably fake, were colored with flaming- red polish. "You're not going to get anybody in trouble."

Both clerks were in motion now, though Donna wasn't sure whether it was because they were in a hurry to follow the instructions of their boss or just wanted to put distance between themselves and whatever trouble was brewing between the two women. They could have spared themselves the effort either way, Donna thought, because their manager wasn't going to be able to help them, and she was definitely going to demand that they be canned too.

"Lock that door while you're over there, Steve," Val called, glancing over Donna's right shoulder. "Then come over here. There's something I've just got to show you."

"Just give me my dress," Donna huffed. "I have no idea what your problem is, and I really don't care. I hope you don't enjoy working here too much, though, because you won't be for very much longer."

At that, Val started laughing, flipping her shoulder-length dark hair back and running her hands slowly along her neck. "Look, baby, threats don't mean too much coming from a little girl who's got cum all over her face and her hair blown around like she's just gotten the biggest fuck in the world."

Steve had just reached the two of them, and he gasped. "She does, doesn't she? There's dried cum all over her mouth!"

Donna backed away from them, fear coursing through her now. This awful bitch knew she had just sucked a cock, and now she was telling both of the guys about it, too.

Donna felt her pussy clench tight, and she knew she had to get out of here before something started that she couldn't control.

"Get out here, Jack," Val called gleefully. "On the double."

"I'm leaving." Donna turned on her heel and started for the door. She'd get her dress somewhere else, spend whatever she had to in order to get it on such short notice and take whatever she could get.

Val's hand shot out, catching Donna by her shoulder, squeezing into her soft flesh until she whimpered.

"The door's locked, cocksucker, remember?" Val pulled her back, wrapping her other arm against Donna's waist, until Donna's back was pressed against the big woman's tits. "We're getting your precious fucking dress for you, and it's a size five to fit that skinny little nothing body of yours. We might even give you something else you need while you're here."

"No, just let me go." Donna felt the tears dance back to her eyes again, tears of shame and frustration. She struggled in Val's tight grasp, but it was no use. The shop manager was too strong for her.

Jack came out of the back room, holding a pair of boxes in his hands. His face registered surprise at what he saw, but he came closer anyway, holding her wedding clothes out in front of him like some kind of offering.

Donna wished that she'd just been able to get those and leave. Instead now she was in for more torture, more abuse, and there were two men this time, and Val was going to be watching.

"Look at this," Steve said excitedly when he caught sight of Jack. "This loud-mouthed bitch has jism all over her face. Looks like somebody gave her a fucking cum shower all over her cock- sucking face!"

"What?" Jack set down her clothes on a counter and stepped over to look at her.

Donna struggled in Val's grasp, but it was no use.

"Son-of-a-bitch. Look at that hair. She looks like she really went through one, doesn't she?" Jack started laughing, and a moment later Steve was laughing with him.

Donna noticed that both Jack and Steve were good-looking men, something that had escaped her attention the last time she was here. Steve had long blond hair that curled up at the bottom and Jack had dark short hair but bright-blue eyes. Both of them looked as though they were in super shape, and Donna wondered if either of them had ever fucked Val. Probably both of them, she thought spitefully. With the awful bitch who was holding her, that was probably how they'd gotten their jobs.

"What are we going to do now?" Steve asked. He looked to Val for his answer. She was the one who seemed to be in charge here.

"She's a sexy bitch." Jack grinned. "And we owe here for what she did to us the other day. Besides, look at her eyes. She's fucking steaming for it. I bet her cunt's dripping already."

Donna didn't even feel like protesting now. The crotch of her jeans was soaked now, and she could feel her hot fuck-juices coursing down her legs.

"She is sexy," Val rasped, pulling Donna tighter to her. "Remember those big pointed tits? And look at those lips. No wonder somebody stuck a cock between them. They just beg to get fucked."

Donna began to cry, hanging her head so they couldn't see her. It was going to happen, just like Tom had told her. Here she was with the very first people she had seen since he'd left her, and they were going to fuck her, hurt her, too. She could see the bulges in Jack's and Steve's pants, could see them staring at her mouth and the cum that stained it and at the outlines of her lush body beneath the coat, and she knew they were thinking of where they were going to fuck her. She sniveled, wishing she were just dead.

"I'll give you anything," she finally managed in a low, trembling voice. "I've got money, and I'm going to be marrying a man with even more. I could pay you a lot."

"For what?" Val hissed. "Fucking you?"

Both Steve and Jack laughed at that, and Donna just cried louder. These people were beasts, maybe even worse than Tom. She had to get away from them. Having been dominated by Tom was at least something she could live with. He was wealthy and powerful. These jerks were just shopkeepers, and she wasn't going to be abused and humiliated by them, turned into their plaything.

"You guys stand back and watch awhile," Val ordered. "I found her and I get my turn first." Never losing her harsh grip on Donna, she turned the smaller girl around to face her. "Play nice, little girl, and I won't have to hurt you too bad."

Donna cried out as the big woman hugged her tight and looped one leg around Donna's hip. Donna had never dreamed that Val was actually going to take part in her assault. The thought of a woman doing anything to her made her sick. This was a million times worse than what Tom had done to her. She had to get away.

Before she had a chance to think about it, Donna struck, pushing out as hard as she could with both hands into Val's mid- section. She drove the air from the brunette, and then, with Val off-balance she kicked out as hard as she could, her high-heeled foot striking right where her hands had--in the pit of Val's soft stomach.

Both Steve and Jack had backed away. Donna knew that if she turned and ran as hard as she could that they would never catch her. The only one who had a chance was Val, and it would take her at least a few seconds to recover from the blow that Donna had just dealt her. Donna spun and ran, in her high heels, faster than she had ever run before.

She hit the door going full speed, trying to remember whether or not it pulled in to open. She tried to push out on it first, and when that didn't work she backed off a step and hauled back on it. When the door jerked in her hand and would not move, Donna remembered, and she leaned her head against the glass, sobbing with frustration and hopelessness. Steve had already locked the door. Donna felt like such a stupid bitch.

Donna turned back to face them, but Val was right behind her, and she caught Donna with a round-house right to the cheek just as she turned.