Chapter 7

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 descrip- tions, 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.

Bud was running his huge, callused hands over her white little ass, feeling her up for the inevitable fuck. The others were giving him space to do what he wanted to her.

"Well, honey," Bud growled, puffing on the fat cigar in his mouth. "I hope you ain't a tight-assed bitch or I might just ruin you for life."

"The other men laughed at Donna and called her names and someone even spat on her, the spittle hitting her cheek and rolling down over her jaw. Bud put the head of his cock up against her winking shitter. The prickhead completely covered her asshole, eclipsing it with its huge size.

"I don't know," Bud said, surveying the job before him.

Guys in the crowd began to call out encouragement.

"But here goes!"

Donna screamed and tried to scramble away as the big man fucked forward, but, in an instant, hands clamped down on her to hold her steady. They gripped her by her head and shoulders and tits and sides, and Bud pushed the cheeks of her ass so far apart with his big hands that she was sure he was splitting her like a rotten piece of fruit.

Jack had used her cunt juice as lubricant earlier, but Bud was either too uncaring or too dumb to do the same. Donna remem- bered that Jack had greased her ass more to help himself out than to aid her anyway, but she didn't think anything could hurt the smelly old horse cock that Bud was fucking into her.

"Do it!" someone in the crowd yelled. "Rip that asshole in two!"

She screeched, going insane from the pain and the enforced stillness the restraining hands caused her. She yelled and hollered.

"See," somebody laughed. "She's begging us to fuck her!"

"Why don't somebody shut her up?" Bud said.

Bud was a far stronger man than Jack, but then his cock was far larger, too, and he was having a hard time forcing his prick in. He had about half the cockhead lodged just inside now, and he was already stretching her asshole as wide as her cunt. Even he was beginning to wonder if she might not burst from the pressure, though he really didn't care too much one way or the other.

"I'll do it," someone volunteered.

Donna heard a zipper being undone. Donna's whole body was straining from the awful tension Bud's cock was causing her, and her body broke out into a cold clammy sweat beneath the white wedding dress. She opened her mouth willingly when the man in front of her placed his hands on top of her head, and she almost found contentment when she clasped her mouth around his prick and began to suck.

Bud was still trying angrily to gain full entrance into Donna's tiny ass, and he had the help of six men pulling back on the little blonde to help him. Most of his cockhead was pressed into her shitter, but her ass chute was fighting him all the way, unwilling to accept the insertion of an object the size of which it had never even spat out.

"You bitch!" Bud screamed, releasing Donna's ass cheeks for an instant to pound his fists into her back. "Let me in you stupid bitch!"

Donna shuddered underneath the blows and tried to suck the cock in her mouth as well as she could with the pain that was rattling her body.

Bud went back to hauling her back toward his ravaging cock, and Donna felt the walls of her shitter slowly being forced apart by the constant, overwhelming pressure the big man was applying.

"Here it goes!" Bud shouted, boring the head of his killer cock into her asshole. "I'm plowing the bitch! I'm getting inside!"

The outcome had never been in doubt, really, not considering Bud's strength and the multitude of hands that held Donna motion- less. Bud's blooming red cockhead was fully buried inside Donna's shitter now, and he began to fuck forward with all the force he could.

"Ooooo... fuck." Donna's body was drawn as tight as a bowstring under the terrible pressure in her asshole. She felt like someone was driving a truck into her, and the pain was made a hundred times worse by the swarm of molesting hands that held her still.

"It hurts!"

Bud, if he could understand her garbled words from around the mouthful of cock she was dealing with, made no reply except to yank her back toward him once again, burying four more hard inches of cock up her asshole. The ring of her asshole was stretched obscenely around the huge girth of his cock now, straining desper- ately in the hopeless battle to drive the prick out.

"I'll bet she never had a cock in her like this," Bud laughed, fucking relentlessly forward now, ramming inch after inch of his killing prick up her bulging shitter. "She's never going to have to strain to shit again."

Donna hung her head, her whole body shuddering with pain and shame. Dirty hands squeezed her hanging tits through the material of her dress, and Donna wondered what she had done to deserve all this suffering. She felt a tearing in her asshole, and she wondered whether Bud had finally split her open or if he was just fucking into some even tighter part of her ass chute, loosening some part of her deep inside.

"Ride back with me, bitch," Bud laughed, fucking the last inch of his cock into her shitter.

Donna was in too much pain to breathe a sigh of relief when she felt his crotch hair kiss her ass-cheeks.

Still sucking the cock in her mouth, Donna began to bounce gently back and forth on Bud's cock, unwilling to move too quickly for fear that she might hurt herself even worse than she was now. The whole length of her asshole was fluttering around his deeply implanted prick anyway, and she couldn't see how he could even stand that kind of activity. Every roll of her hips caused new pain to shoot through her, and Donna's sweating, straining ass wasn't even really being fucked yet. She was just holding the massive cock inside her.

"Baby, if you call that fucking, you must be fucking all little boys," Bud groused, and he yanked his cigar from his mouth and threw it away into the darkness of the bathroom. "Fucking means stabbing--you on me and me in you!"

He began to prove his point.

Donna knew the meaning of true terror as soon as she heard Bud intone those words. She also learned the true meaning of pain as he turned words into action. His fingers digging like hot steel bands into her hips, Bud jerked almost all the way out with one quick flick of his hips, and then fucked all eleven inches back in just as fast.

"Noooo!" Donna squealed around the prick in her mouth. "You're killing me!"

"Fucking right," Bud laughed, fucking into her again, even harder than the first time. "Killing you with pleasure."

It was a realm of pure physical pain, where the pain seemed to fill every pore in her body and blank out every other sensa- tion. Her eyes were red, and the prick in her mouth might as well have been a sock. Every sensation she felt was radiating from her asshole, from the bulging length of her stuffed, ruined shitter.

"Fuck, look at her moving now," one of the men holding her whispered. "She's jumping around like a wildcat."

"Sooner or later," Bud said, "They all come around. They got to. It's in their nature."

Donna was fighting for her life, trying to minimize the damage his big cock was doing her, but something in his voice when he talked about her nature struck a chord. On her hands and knees, with a crowd of men watching her and a horde of hands pawing her through her own wedding dress, she felt strange waves of pleasure beginning to wash over her. With a cock fucking her ass and sending pain shooting all the way up to her shoulders, being gang raped on the filthy tile floor of a gas station bathroom, Donna was getting excited.

"Holy shit," Bud said as her hips really began to go into action. "Look at her now!"

Donna went back to sucking on the cock in her mouth, much to the delight of the man who was fucking her face, and she began to force her ass back on Bud's pulverizing cock with a force that matched his own. The pain was still terrific, worse now that she was slamming back into him, doubling the speed of her impalement, but Donna was overcoming it, her mind filled not with the pain of having her ass torn apart but with the molten, shameful ecstasy she took in the abuse, the degradation of her supple young body.

"Go ahead and kill me!" she screeched from around the cock head she was licking. "See if you can hurt me some more, you bastard! See if you can fuck me a little harder!"

She slammed back against Bud again, and the pain and lust that vibrated through her asshole and pussy pulled her over the edge.

"Yes!" she screamed, pussy juice coursing down her already- scummy legs in rivers. "Cum now, you old fucker! Fill me up with your hot jism! Hurt me damn you, tear me up!"

Bud was trying to do just that, his hands pulling her ass- cheeks so far apart that her crack almost disappeared, his hips punching forward and jamming his baseball bat cock deep up her asshole. He was about to cum and he wanted these last few moments to be ones he would remember for the rest of his life.

"Oh shit, baby, you're just too fucking much," he panted, able to hold back no longer. "You can come to this station naked any old time for a fill-up."

His cock began to discharge, and his prick shot off like the firehose his long cocktube so much resembled. Cock juice splat- tered deep inside Donna's ass chute, splattering parts of her body that had never been touched.

Donna spat out the cock in her mouth for a moment, wailing like some kind of animal. Her whole body began to vibrate as her own orgasm shifted into high gear.

"Oh fuck yes!" Bud groaned, pulling his cock out of her ruined asshole and resting on top of her back. His prick spat out a few last weak shots into the silky material of her dress, and then he wiped his leaking, shit-stained prick onto the dress that Donna would have worn to her wedding. "We can always take care of you here, you hot-assed whore."

Donna was still in the throes of her orgasm. The instant that Bud pulled his cock from her body, she tore herself loose >from the men who were holding her. She was in a frenzy now. Her desperation showed in her eyes and in her jerky, spasmodic movements, and her hands fluttered up to rip the front of her prized wedding dress wide open.

"Fuck me!" she screeched, her hands dropping down to tear at her dress where it covered her dripping, sloppy cunt. "Fuck me, all of you!"

It was all the invitation that the men needed. The man she'd been sucking before, a short, fat guy with a short, fat cock, body-tackled her, forcing her down on her back. Then he sat on her tits and jerked her head up by her blonde hair so he could fuck her mouth.

Below, she felt angry hands, stronger than her own, ripping the train of her dress to shreds. Then a cock that felt almost as long and hard as Bud's bored into the greasy, open-lipped furrow of her cunt.

The men were doing their best to oblige her, too, The man fucking her cunt raised her hips up off the ground so he could fuck her straight on, stretching her cunt out with each new blow he dealt her. The man on her face pulled his cock from her mouth for a second and dangled his balls down, stuffing in first one, then the other, until Donna's cheeks bulged out obscenely.

"Oh, shit, baby," the man with his balls in her mouth groaned. "Ain't there nothing you won't do?"

Donna couldn't even lick his balls, they crowded her mouth so. Spit ran over her cheeks and down her face from the way her mouth was watering. Her hips were jerking out of control, and her hands flapped helplessly at her sides now that they weren't being held. She wanted their cum, and she wanted more of the hard pricks that filled this darkly lit room. Donna was beginning to lose her mind.

The man on her face groaned and began to shoot his wad, Donna's mouth still filled with his balls. His first two volleys sloshed into her hair, but then he pulled back, pulled his mouth- stretching balls out from between her lips. He aimed his cock down, and the next shot drew a line of cum from the bottom of her left jawline to her right temple.

"Open up, you stupid cocksucker!" the man yelled.

When Donna obeyed, she got a thick rope of sticky jism right down her throat. She brought her head forward to try to cough the stuff up, and the fat man took it as an invitation to fuck her mouth some more.

The man's cock fucked into Donna's mouth to the root, and he filled her throat and mouth with his sticky cum. He had a lot, as though he hadn't fucked in a long time, but Donna swallowed all of it, her throat bobbing frantically and her tongue coated with his salty, filmy jizz.

"Hurry up!" someone shouted. "I want in there!"

"Shut the fuck up!" the little man snarled back, holding his cock inside her lips.

Donna began to lap wildly, draining every speck of jism he had to offer, licking his cock cleaner than he had probably ever washed it.

"Come on!" she screeched, staring up at the lustful faces and the bloated cocks that surrounded her. "I want to be fucked, not looked at!"

Her hands went to her tits and she began to pinch her nipples with her fingernails the way Val had done earlier.

"You are being fucked," the man in her cunt snarled, fucking inside her extra hard to make sure she noticed.

She was bucking as wildly as he was, her drippy puffy cunt blurring as she shimmied against him.

"She wants another man upstairs," a tall, bald man in a suit coat said. He was wearing no pants. "Don't you?"

"Fuck me!" Donna screamed.

"I think that's a yes," the bald man said. He crouched over her face. His cock was long and thin.

Donna tried to reach up for his prick with her mouth, but he slammed her head back on the ground and settled his clenching ass over her lips instead.

"Suck some ass, bitch," he sighed, squirming around on top of her face and pushing his long cock down into the valley between her tits. "Suck some ass while I fuck these big sweet tits!"

The bald man grabbed Donna's tits and crushed them together, fucking his cock in the tunnel he created between them. He was mauling her already-bruised flesh, but Donna groaned with added lust at this wild new sensation. Her whole body was arching and bucking now, as she fucked one man with her juicy pussy and another with the heated flesh of her titties.

"Look at her," one of the men breathed. "Look at that silly bitch fuck!"

"She loves it," the bald man sighed, rubbing his prick against her smashed tit flesh and rubbing his ass crack along her pretty face. "No matter what you do to her, she loves it."

Donna heard someone call her a nymphomaniac as she nibbled on the ring of the bald man's ass. She thought about how stupid the men were. She was just hot, burning, and they had made her that way. She didn't seek out this dirty, degrading sex. It just came after her, and she was just too weak to resist.

"Oh, fuck," the man in her cunt groaned, humping against her flicking hips, digging his hands into her ass-cheeks. "Suck on my cock with your pussy, baby. Suck on it and I'll give you my cum."