Bridal shower

CHAPTER ONE

He was staring at her again, the way he had all morning, making her nervous. Donna was beginning to think that he wanted to make her squirm. If it wasn't for the fact that Tom Reynolds was her fiance's best friend, she would have confronted him with what he was doing.

Donna just wished he would stop staring at her. There was something in his long, lingering looks that made her more nervous than she could ever remember being. After all, she was Donna Anderson, the most beautiful and popular girl in her whole graduating class. She was supposed to make men nervous, not the other way around. Obviously this self-centered friend of her husband-to-be hadn't taken a good look at her yet.

Tom didn't seem nervous about her at all, though. If anything, there was something that seemed vaguely mocking about the way he looked at her and talked to her as though she were some kind of child. Her fiance, Ryan Irving, had told her Tom was one of the most successful young executives in the country, that they'd been friends since they were children, and that she should do her best to make a good impression. Donna had tried, but the truth was that she didn't like the tall, dark-eyed man.

Donna wasn't used to things not going well. Her father had been a reasonably successful businessman, so she'd always had enough money for the things she wanted, and, as she grew up, her good looks had opened any door she wanted to go through. People always liked her, and certainly no one made fun of her. Now this cold, smiling man was doing both, and Donna just didn't know what to do.

While Ryan was busy taking care of some last-minute details for the wedding tomorrow, Tom was supposed to take her to the shop that was doing her wedding dress. She'd had some problems with them earlier and Ryan had assured her that Tom could get them to do the job right for her.

Donna had already seen enough of Tom Reynolds to last her a lifetime. He was snide and superior, and he seemed to revel in his rudeness. His first words to her had been to complain about what he called the "fucking frumpy way" she dressed, and he'd been at her ever since, turning everything she said or did against her. She wished she didn't have to go to the dress shop with him.

Tom walked over to her from across the room where he'd been looking at some books. Donna almost cringed at his approach, because she knew it couldn't mean anything good. She was only five-foot-four and he was well over six feet tall, which didn't help the way she felt either. She looked down at the floor as he strode up to stand in front of her.

"Do you know what kind of woman you are?"

Donna looked up at him, startled, not even certain she had heard him correctly. What kind of woman was she? She felt certain that this was some new insult, but she didn't understand what it was supposed to mean.

"What kind of woman am I?" She was aware of a slight trembling in her voice, but she tried to overcome it. If there was one thing that men like Tom Reynolds understood, it was firmness. "I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about, Tom. I know you're a good friend of Ryan's, but, honestly, you've acted very strangely since I've gotten here."

He moved a step closer to her, now only inches away, and he seemed to tower miles above her head. She tilted her head back to look up at him, still having a hard time meeting those gray, granite eyes. A shiver raced down her back, and she clenched her thighs tightly together.

"You're beautiful," he said.

His cultured voice had an edge that told of hard times and dirty places. That was the part of him Donna feared. He reached out and took a lock of her long blonde hair in his hand and rubbed it between his fingers.

"You've got all this pretty hair, a perfect face, a thin little figure with long legs and tits bigger than a girl your size should have."

Donna had been told she was beautiful before, but never in exactly that way. She felt another twinge shoot through her, and this time she was sure that he noticed her shudder. It was all she could do to keep herself from stepping back away from him.

What he said was true, though. Donna was a very beautiful woman, come into her nineteenth year, poised just on the edge of the soft-edged beauty of a girl and the more graceful, sophisticated beauty of a grown woman. She had the high cheeks of a model, bright-blue eyes and an aristocratic nose. Her throat was long and thin and the same flawless ivory color as the rest of her body.

Tom let loose of her hair and brought his right hand up to her silky cheek, brushing it softly. "You're a bitch. You've always gotten your way and you think you always will." Now he used his hand to brush her hair back over her shoulders, smiling at the look of outrage on her face. "You're a virgin who's always danced what you've got in front of the men but never put out."

His hand came down to rest on her shoulder, and he kneaded her flesh until she groaned.

Then she noticed that his left hand had moved, too. It was up at the waistband of her jeans, and before she could move, he had the button at the top unsnapped. He was trying to undress her. Ryan's best friend was trying to fuck her on the day before her wedding!

She jerked back away from him, her sudden movement surprising him enough that his right hand lost its grip on her shoulder. She stared at him angrily, her own hand moving to the button of her jeans.

"I'm going to tell Ryan what you tried to do to me," she quavered. "You're not his friend, you're not his friend at all, and he's going to know all about it!"

Tom crossed the distance between them so quickly, so effortlessly, that Donna didn't have a chance to react. He brushed her hands away from her zipper almost casually and he put his hand back on her shoulder exactly where it had been before. "You're the kind of woman who drives men up the fucking wall, and you're the kind of woman who once she gets started never stops." He pulled her zipper down.

"No!" she screamed. She had to stop this now. In a moment Tom would have her jeans skinned completely off her. She had to stop him now. "Let me go or I'm going to scream. I mean it, damn you!"

"Okay, bitch." His hand tightened to a painful claw on her shoulder. He grabbed her by the front of her jeans and hauled her toward him. "That just fucking does it."

Before she could resist, his hands dug into her expensive white knit top and tore it from her shoulders. With his other hand he pulled her jeans right down to her feet. In less time than she could register the fact, Tom had left her dressed in nothing but her bra and panties.

Now that he could see her body, the full, proud thrust of her nipples, the steep incut of her waist, the cup of her navel and the bulge of her cunt mound, Tom seemed to grow even more impatient. He grabbed Donna by the front of her bra and hauled her to him, making the straps cut painfully into her back and shoulders. He pressed his mouth down on hers, his mouth open and his tongue spearing out. When Donna tried to resist by keeping her mouth tightly shut, he simply used one hand to pry her jaws apart.

He kissed her deeply, his tongue spearing deep into her mouth, exploring her oral cavity. He slobbered all over her face, so much so that Donna knew he was just doing it to humiliate her further. And his hands were moving too, one pressing her to him on her small, tight ass-cheeks, the other circling her whole body and reaching to paw at her tits. He almost picked her up off the ground with his embrace.

"Like this, bitch," he moaned, bringing his mouth off hers to bite and lick at her face. "Just like this. Once you get a taste, you'll never be able to stop."

She was going to fight him to protect her honor. It was going to have to be now. Already he had her almost undressed and had touched her more intimately than Ryan ever had. Desperately she stomped down on his foot and jerked back away from him with every ounce of strength she possessed.

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.

Tom laughed at the horror he saw in her face and leaned back down against her body. He ran his big cock over her stomach.

He fucked in to the hilt, right through her cherry, and even though her dry pussy was no easy going for him, he knew that the blood from her shattered hymen would lubricate things for him.

"So much for the wedding night," he growled into her ear, bottoming out as the head of his prick nudged her cervix. He squirmed around with his hard cock inside her, wanting to feel every inch of her torn pussy. "What's Ryan going to say when he finds out you've been holding out on him when you're not even a virgin?"

Donna was already crying harder than she ever had before, but his last statement brought forth a new wave of hysteria from her. Her whole body was wracked with her sobbing now, the pain from her brutalized cunt adding desperation to her writhing. Tom had ruined her life with his monster prick, had brought her pain and was now destroying her chance for a happy life with Ryan. She felt dirty beneath him.

Tom pulled back slowly now, watching as his cock came from her cunt, stained red with her blood. He knew that his withdrawal was hurting Donna as the massive girth of his prick rubbed against the tattered ruins of her cherry. He was happy about that, because the little bitch needed some pain right now. He fucked back into her, his passage easier this time with the lubrication of her blood.

Donna jerked beneath him as though she'd been shot, her head rolling back and forth and her shoulders hunched as though she was suffering some death agony. Her cunt gripped Tom's prick so hard, it was unbelievable, and he wondered just how long he was going to last fucking this beautiful woman.

Donna would have done anything to stop him, but there was nothing she could do. As Tom set up a rhythm and really began to fuck her, she tried to raise her legs up and clutch his sides with them, but that only made his penetration easier. The pain was a steady burning now, waxing with each thrust in and waning with each withdrawal, but always present and always close to unbearable. She began pounding her head against the carpet, hoping the pain from the blows would take her mind off the burning from the fucking he was giving her.

"Oh, Donna," Tom gasped, fucking into her time after time, drilling through her agonized, wounded cunt channel. "Oh, Donna, my Donna, you finally ran into somebody who knew how to open your locks. You're never going to be the same after this, bitch, you're even going to walk different."

With that, he bit down on her vulnerable throat and increased the power of his battering at her defenseless pussy. Donna's legs went up again, spasmodically, and Tom used the opportunity to roll her back on her shoulders, his new angle allowing him even deeper access to her cunt.

Donna had stopped her thrashing beneath him. She was still in pain, but the terrible edge with which it had begun was tapering off, and she had decided that no reaction would be her best defense against the man on top of her. He seemed to love her pain, so she would hide her feelings from him as best she could.

Tom was gnawing at Donna's throat. There would soon be a mass of bruises where his mouth had traveled. His hands found her already-sore tits once again, and he began twisting them, turning them like corkscrews, bringing her pain to new heights.

It was no use. Just the jolting blows of his fucking was rocking her body, and her legs kept wanting to raise off the ground, especially now that he had her partly bent backward. This time, when her legs came up, he took full advantage too, taking his hands off her big tits long enough to roll her knees up to them. Then he really fucked into her, rocking her whole body while he pulverized her injured cunt.

Tom was biting and licking her calf now, fucking straight down into her cunt. Each time he fucked inside, he stretched her cunt to the breaking point, and each time he withdrew, the walls of her pussy sucked at his cock. It was the wildest, most mind-blowing fuck he'd ever had, and he knew it wasn't going to be long before he lost his load.

"No!" she cried, the panties in her mouth slurring her words. "Please, no, not like this."

It was to no avail. Her cunt began contracting on Tom's invading prick and her hips began to hunch up at him, despite everything she tried to do to stop. It was the most humiliating, debasing moment of her life. She strained against her bonds in her efforts to resist.

Tom's control was slipping away fast. He began to fuck her wildly, losing the careful, pounding rhythm he had kept up during the entire fuck. Now he was just hammering at her, fucking his big cock into her as fast and deep as he could go, slobbering on her leg and crushing her tits. Sweat was dripping off him. He was reaching the point of no return.

"No!" Donna screamed as the first blast of high-octane cum fired deep into her cunt. The panties flew from her mouth. "No, stop, pull it out! Please!"

She hadn't even thought about this, about the way that the rape would have to end, with him hosing his thick white cum inside her womb. Tom's orgasm froze Donna cold, and her whole body tensed as he emptied his spunk inside her. She had never felt so used and dirty in her life.

Again and again Tom's cock jerked and spat out tendrils of steaming white cum. Soon he was fucking the sticky stuff out of her, and it drooled down her tender white thighs, leaving slimy trails, like the tracks of so many snails. He was filling her up with his goo, clogging her torn cunt with thick white jizz.

Donna was sure the world had ended. He might be making her pregnant. At the very least, the first man to fill her cunt with cum would be a man she hated, not one she loved.

Finally he slowed down. Now his stuff was just dripping inside her. At least it was over now, Donna thought, and she could run away from this place and never have to see Tom Reynolds again. She would get in the shower and stay there all day, until she'd washed off every bit of the shame she felt. She tried not to pay attention to his cum as it slipped out of her cunt and traced trails down to the growing puddle beneath her taut, white ass.