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.
Donna slumped back against the glass door, bringing her hands up in a feeble attempt to protect herself from the next blow, but Val gave her a short, hard shot to her right tit, and the pain almost made her pass out. The next punch came to Donna's nose, and it began to bleed. Then Val matched her first punch on Donna's right cheek with one on her left, and the blonde girl started to slump to the ground.
"Oh, no," Val cried mockingly, pulling Donna back up by the collar of her long coat. "Don't fall down now, little girl. We're just barely getting started. I want to mess up your pretty little face some more."
"No," Donna managed weakly. The room was dark and moving wildly back and forth, and Val's made-up face seemed to dominate it all. "Please don't hurt me anymore. I was only trying to get away."
"Little girls have to learn not to kick their betters." Val leaned in and kissed Donna's bruised cheek, then kicked her knee up into Donna's stomach, sending an overpowering wave of agony through the bride. "When I have a little tiny toy, I don't want the little tiny toy to try to get away, do I?"
Val kicked Donna again, this time driving her knee right into the hollow of Donna's cunt. Donna howled in pain, slumping against the big brunette woman, but Val slammed her back against the door, holding her up.
Like with Tom before, Donna was now ready to promise Val anything if she would just stop hurting her. Even in the midst of this agony she felt a slight tickling in her cunt, a buzz in her clit that she couldn't quite ignore.
Val pulled Donna's head back by her hair, tilting her face so that she could lick the dried cum.
Donna felt like throwing up as the woman's thick wet tongue licked over her face, but there was nothing she could do to stop her. Val's slobber coursed down over Donna's battered cheeks as she cleaned her lower face. When she had finished with Tom's cum, Val moved on to the blood that had dripped from Donna's nose.
As Donna whimpered pitifully, Val licked up her snot and blood, then moved up to tongue her eyes, licking away the tears. Val was like some kind of a vampire, sucking off every fluid Donna's body had to offer. Donna knew that Val would move down to suck other fluids, too, and she felt as dirty as a slug.
By the time Val pulled back, Donna's bruised face was dripping with spit. Val seemed pleased with her work, turning to wink at her two watching clerks before smiling at Donna and reaching out to unbutton the coat.
Donna felt a new burst of horror, because she remembered what Val was going to find when she opened that coat up.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Jack intoned from across the room.
"She sure came here all ready to go," Steve added. "Man, those are about the juiciest-looking tits I've ever seen!"
"Shit, little girl," Val laughed, pulling the coat down over Donna's arms, revealing her bare upper body. "You've got to learn to put your clothes back on after the guy blows his wad. What's the matter? All that cum on your face get you so excited that you forgot your clothes?"
Donna tried to shut out the humiliating tone of Val's voice, but she couldn't blank out the pain when Val dug her long, sharp fingernails into her big hard nipples and started to pinch. She screamed, but Val kept increasing the pressure, digging those red-painted claws in deeper and deeper. Donna was sure Val planned on tearing her nipples off.
"Stop!" Donna cried, but the cutting pressure only got worse, and she knew that Val just wanted to hurt her. She prayed that the woman wouldn't do her any permanent damage.
"This little girl has big nipples," Val said, giving Donna's thick nipples one last extra-hard squeeze before she released them. Now she grabbed the whole lush mounds of Donna's tits and dug her fingernails into the soft white flesh. "And big fucking tits. That's why I gave you the size seven, bitch, I didn't think you could fit tits like this into a size five, no matter what."
Donna whimpered, thinking about just how much trouble her tits had caused her over the years, trying to get clothes that would fit her and not make her look like some kind of big-titted freak.
"Now little girl," Val whispered, wringing Donna's tits with her strong hands. "I want you to take my clothes off."
She dropped one of her hands off Donna's hard, burning tits to unsnap the girl's jeans and unzip the zipper.
"Now you do this nice and I might not have to break your fucking pretty nose and blacken those stupid blue cow eyes of yours." She stripped Donna's jeans down her long, thin legs and gave her tit an extra-hard squeeze that made Donna shriek.
"No panties either," Steve laughed.
"And look at that furry blonde pussy," Jack added. "And that tight little ass. Shit, I've got to get between those fucking tight little ass-cheeks."
"Shut up and wait your turn," Val growled. Still holding on to Donna's right tit she bent down to sniff at her cunt. Then she reached down and rubbed against the red inflamed lips of Donna's pussy. "Shit, it's like a fucking swamp down there. Whoever fucked this little girl must have had her climbing the fucking walls."
Val straightened up, wiping her hand across Donna's cheek, smearing her face with her own cunt juices.
Donna shied away, but there was nowhere to go, and she got a face-full of her own pussy cream and an overpowering whiff of her own ripe smell. They were all laughing at her, and the shame of them discovering her ready excitement was almost too much to bear.
For the first time in what seemed like a million years, Val took her hands off Donna and stood back. "Now you undress me, little girl," she commanded with a wicked smile.
Donna, remembering the power in Val's big hands, started to work. First was the sweater. She would have to pull it over Val's head. For an instant Donna thought of trying something, but she was convinced now that she could never escape from this, and trying was only going to make her pain that much worse. She just pulled the sweater over Val's head, instead. When she got it off, she folded it carefully, trying to give Val no reason for giving her another beating.
Val was a big woman, and her tits were enormous. Her bra had to be D-cups, and the bra could barely restrain the monstrous tits that shifted and jiggled inside.
Donna was entranced by what she saw, because, although Val was a meaty woman, she wasn't fat, and her tits seemed impossibly large for any woman who wasn't. Val, noticing Donna's fascination, wiggled, sending her gigantic tits rolling back and forth across her big chest.
"You like those, don't you?" Val laughed. She undid her own bra and let it fall to the ground. Unfettered, her monstrous tits sagged a little, but not much. "You wish you had big beautiful tits like these instead of those pointy little girl's tits you've got, don't you?"
While she spoke, Val moved forward. When she spoke her last words, her meaty tits were almost touching Donna's lips. Then Val grabbed Donna by the back of her head, and crushed the girl against her.