Donna's Transformation

DONNA'S TRANSFORMATION

CHAPTER 6 - [Week 6 - Saturday]

Donna took another drink of beer, burped loud and threw a ten dollar bill on the table in front of her. "C'mon, you kin do better'n that," she slurred, curling her finger at Kitty. Kitty wiggled her ass and leaned over and picked up the bill in her teeth. She stood up and dropped it between her naked titties, letting it stick to the trickle of sweat there.

"You want another lap dance, sugar?" she purred in a fake Southern accent. She turned and pushed her ass in Donna's face, the bright red G-string all that separated the tip of Donna's nose from her asshole. Donna leaned forward and licked Kitty's sweaty bottom. Kitty spun around, "hey, what the fuck!" she yelled then waved for the bouncer. "He touched me, Bull, he put his fucking finger or something on my ass!"

The bouncer, who looked ten feet tall man made of solid granite, grabbed Donna's shirt and pulled her up out of the chair. "We don't need no troublemakers," he growled, pulling Donna toward the door. Donna swung her arms and hit the man over and over but he didn't even notice. The men around were watching and laughing.

"You pussy, put up a fight!"

"Faggot."

"Look at that guy, shit, he looked like a broad himself!"

Bull pushed her out the door and yelled, "I don't want to see you around her again." Donna stumbled down the sidewalk, drunk and needing to puke. She leaned against the building, felt the cool stone on her side of her face, fell in love all over again.

She'd been like that for the last two nights. Because Peter sent her home early on Tuesday, she ran into Todd. He'd been drinking and came at her like a wild man. She'd never seen him behave like that before. He wasn't gentle, didn't rub her shoulders or kiss her, just grabbed her and tore open her shirt.

"What the fuck happened to you? Your titties are gone?" He was slurring slightly, Donna's hand shot out for his cock, hoping she could jack him off while he was distracted. She was fast, but he was faster. He undid her pants and yanked them down around her knees.

"Holy fucking shit!" he yelled, staring at the cock dangling between her legs. "What the fuck?" She lurched forward, wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his cock in her hand. But he pushed her away.

"Donna! What the *fuck*!" She started yelling at him then about what a wimp he was and how she never loved him and about his freaky New Age bullshit and everything other evil thing she could think of to push him away. Now that he knew, she had to push him away, it was the only way to stay sane.

"Just tell me!" he yelled back, pounding his fists against the wall. "Just tell me what the hell's going on!"

"I don't owe you an explanation. I don't owe you a fucking thing! Fuck you!" she yelled, out of control now. She felt consumed, wanted to hit him, hurt him, cut him into little pieces and feed him to himself.

"I don't know what's going on here but I'm not staying to find out," he yelled, storming to the bedroom. She followed him. "Hey, fuck you and don't come back, asshole!" She ran out of the bedroom, down the hall and through the kitchen, coming out of the house by the side door. She yanked the car door open, got in, and drove to the gay bar. She stood outside and stared at the door, watched two young men fondling each other, hands lost inside their pants. "Fucking fags," she growled, then pressed the pedal down and shot the car further up the road.

She stopped at a country-western bar, parked and went inside. She looked around and found the biggest guy in the place, went up and threw a punch at him. He barely flinched, just turned around and grinned.

"You want something, boy?"

"Yeah, you faggot. I want to fuck you up the ass," Donna screamed in her most threatening voice.

"You got till the count of three to get out of..." He stopped when Donna punched him in the crotch. Then, her world exploded in a bright flash of white light as he swung and hit her underneath the chin. She flew two feet into the air, landing on her ass on the floor. Donna got up and ran at the man, swung her arm at him, landed square in the middle of his face, drew blood from his nose.

"Cocksucker!" he growled and punched her hard in the stomach. Donna fell backward and crawled toward the door, moaning and broken. "Get back here, cocksucker," she heard from behind her. The man grabbed her by the shirt and picked her up, held her close to his face. "You wanna hit me again, girly?" he sneered. Donna spit in his face. He swung his arm and threw her against the wall. Donna slid to the floor, feeling pain everywhere, seeing double, loving it. She was a real man now.

"Take it outside, boys," the bartender yelled. Donna looked up in a haze and saw him standing there with a baseball bat in his hand. "Now!"

She tried to get up but couldn't. A pair of hands lifted her from behind and she saw a girl in jeans and a denim top holding her. "Come on cowboy, I think you need to go sleep it off somewhere."

They ended up in her car, Donna kissing her hard and finger fucking her in the back seat. The girl relaxed in Donna's arms, let her fingers get her wet and excited, then whispered, "fuck me." Donna smiled, the conquest feeling running through her again. She unzipped her jeans and slid them down around her knees, letting the cock spring free. The girl looked at it and screamed. "You fucking freak! You goddammed fucking freak!" She jumped out of the car and ran into the bar, yelling "keep that fucking fag away from me!"

Donna fumbled with her pants, opened the door and fell out into the dirt parking lot, saw a rush of booted feet coming out of the bar, got up and tried to run but tripped and fell. Two of the men held her on, the third yanked her clothes off. He ripped the fake cock free of its snaps, saw the chained up cunt underneath and stepped back, laughing. The other men let her go and started laughing too.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Yeah, you a woman or a man, bitch?"

"I'll bet whatever it is, it can suck cock pretty good."

"How about it, boy, you suck cock?"

The crowd was spinning around her, she couldn't focus on any of the faces, just heard the jeering and laughter, felt the hands on her, felt the spit on her belly, her legs, her face.

"Oh what the fuck, leave the freakshow alone," someone said.

"Yeah, this is too fucking weird."

"Hey, the perv bar is down the road a ways. You'll fit right in there."

They started walking back into the bar in ones and twos. "What do you think? Man or woman?" "I'd fuck that ass whatever it was." "You're a fucking faggot." "Who you callin' a faggot, faggot?" and on and on.

She put the clothes back on and drove to the strip club on the other side of town. She'd spent the rest of that night, then every night since, at a table near the back, getting drunk on watered down beer, pissing in the urinal in the men's room, and buying lapdances. She could nearly get off from the pressure of the hot young girl's asses rubbing against her fake cock. Some of them let her kiss them, some let her fondle their titties. She wanted to ask them to come home with her, to let her fuck them, but she always backed down at the last minute.

She threw up twice the first night, learned to pace herself. She learned that she couldn't sit in the darkness and stroke her cock, the bouncers threatened her about that. She learned that the sexy women on stage wouldn't give her head.

She also learned that they turned her on terribly. It was horrible, sick, twisted, but she hooted and hollered with the guys in the bar, chanting "take it off" and whooping it up when one of the girls slid down the pole with her legs spread, faking an orgasm. Donna wanted to get up and show them how it's done but she knew better.

A horn in the parking lot brought her out of her memories. She turned her head and saw a pickup truck parked near her car. She leaned against the wall and heard the horn again. There was a big man with a smile on his face behind the wheel, staring at her. He waved his arm and Donna slowly made her way to the car. The man wasn't handsome, he was unshaven and overweight, but there was a raw sexuality coming from  him that she responded to. She looked to see if there was a woman in the car but he was alone.

"Hey, buddy, you look kinda beat," the man said when Donna was about ten feet away. Donna nodded.

"It's been a long week," she muttered. She kept walking until she was a few feet from the truck.

"You new around here?" the man asked.

"Yeah. Not from this part of town," Donna answered. She felt like throwing up again. "You got any beer?"

"Beer? Don't you mean white wine?" the man laughed.

Donna was puzzled, stared at him for a second. The smile on his face faded, replaced by a tight, evil grin.

"You heard me. Don't you like white wine?"

She shook her head slowly, still puzzled and getting angry.

"No, man, just a cold brew..."

The man leaned out the window of the truck and sneered at Donna.

"You're a fuckin' faggot, aren't you? A white wine drinking queer gayboy," he growled. Donna saw the door of the truck start to open and turned to run but there were three men standing behind her. They grabbed her arms and lifted her, carried her struggling body to the back of the truck, threw her into the bed, climbed in after her.

"Oh yee-haw!" one of them yelled. "We got us a nice warm pussy for the night!" She felt feet on her pinning her down as the truck roared out of the parking lot and out onto the dirt road. The men were passing around a bottle, laughing and howling at the moon.

"Faggy boy's gonna like this, ain't he?"

"They like it ALL, as long as it's hard and stiff, aint' that right, faggy boy?" Donna felt a toe pushing at her ass, felt the tingle run through her body. The truck hit a bump and her head slammed against the truck bed.

"That musta hurt." They laughed. "Hey, queerboy. you want a drink?"

Someone grabbed her head and pushed the bottle into her mouth, tilted it back. It was bourbon. She gagged and sputtered. Someone held her hair and tilted her head back further. They poured and she swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down.

The truck went deeper into the woods, finally bumped to a stop. The men lifted her up and dragged her to a tree. They pulled her arms tight around the trunk and tied her wrists. Someone cut open the crotch of her pants and ripped the seam up to the belt. She was terrified they'd spot the piercings and chains but it was dark and they were drunk and horny. She heard the man spit on his cock, heard him rubbing it, felt him slipping it along her ass cheeks, finally pushing hard at her anus.

"Whoo! This one's got a loose goosey little ass. He's seen a *looot* of cock in his day, aintcha boy?" the man pushed his face into Donna's and licked her cheek. She felt a flash of lust as he rammed his cock deep into her ass. She moaned and they all laughed.

"Oh yeah, gayboy's lovin' this." He rammed his cock into her hard, pulled it out, starting fucking hard and steady.

"Squeal like a pig for me, boy," he laughed. The rest of them started squealing, stopping only to double over with laughter then start again.

When the first one unloaded deep in her bowels, the second man slid in right behind him. He was bigger and rougher, grinding her hard against the tree. She felt the tree bark scraping her nipples and it turned her on. She started moaning loud and he fucked her deeper in the ass.

Donna started moaning. "Oh fuck yeah, oh, deep, oh fuck me, oh yeah!"

The man ground his body harder against Donna, she felt the bark ripping her skin. "Shut up you faggot, just shut up and take it," he growled, fucking like a crazy man now. When he came, Donna nearly passed out. The hot cum shot deep into her body, gushed out around the base of his cock and down her leg. He pressed his mouth against her ear. "Don't you *ever* fucking talk to me like that again, you queer bastard, you got it?" He spit a huge gob onto her cheek, pushed it into her mouth with his finger. She gagged as he pushed his long finger deep into her throat. "Next time, queer boy, it's your mouth I'm gonna fuck."

He stepped away and the next man ran forward, pushed his cock into her and fucked fast. "Looky me, riding the gay train! Whoo Whoo!" he laughed, swinging his arm in the air. Donna opened herself wider, his cock was smaller but she needed it badly. She pushed down on it, moaning, feeling his balls swinging against her leg.

"Oh damn!" he crowed, then came. Everyone laughed. "Ten second Charlie strikes again," someone yelled.

The last man fucked her quickly too, he came in a just a minute, then they all got back in the truck and pulled up beside her.

"Have a nice night, queer boy. And don't forget to come back and visit us sometime, y'hear?" They all laughed and the truck pulled away.

Donna watched the taillights fade and leaned her face against the tree. It was chilly and she felt goosebumps up and down her arms. The ass rape and the cold had sobered her up and her situation started to dawn on her. She stayed calm for nearly an hour before panic set in. She was in the middle of nowhere. Nobody knew she was there. Nobody even knew she was missing. She tugged at the ropes but they were solid, the knots tight. She rubbed the rope up and down on the tree bark but realized she'd rub the skin off of her arms before she rubbed through the rope.

Donna looked around. Maybe there would be lights from a highway. Maybe there was something in reach she could use to cut the rope. No. Nothing. No hope. She leaned her head against the tree. She felt something crawl over her hand and up her forearm. She screamed and shook and it was gone. The cum dripping down the inside of her leg drew her focus to her ass again. It had felt so good. Having a rock hard cock up her ass, feeling the hot liquid shooting deep inside her. It didn't even matter if she came or not, just that feeling of...no! she shook her head. The bastards had ass fucked her. That was something you did to faggots and women. She rubbed her cock against the tree, felt the surge in her clit. She started humping the tree yelling, "fuck you, fuck you! fuck you!" as the men who weren't there any more. She was screaming when she came, pressing her nipples hard against the bark, scraping and scratching them and howling with delirious pleasure.

They came back for her at two in the morning. She heard the truck coming closer, slowly lifted her head and opened her eyes. She must have fallen asleep, she was drowsy and confused. It was chilly and she was shivering.

As the truck came closer, she heard their voices, laughing and singing along to a loud Lynrd Skynyrd tune. The truck pulled up close to the tree, the men got out and circled around her. There were eight of them in all this time, all stinking of beer and bourbon, all slurring their words, cursing and spitting tobacco on the ground.

"We hear you like it rough, boy," a new voice said. She felt something pushed into her mouth, then rope wrapped around her head, the knot in her mouth. The rough texture of a wool shirt pressed against her back and a hard cock slid easily into her open and soaking wet ass. They fucked her one after the other, took a second round with her, then four of them came back for a third. When they were finished, they untied her and left her on the ground with a half-empty bottle of bourbon propped like a cock between her legs.