Forced At The Bar

His hands were wrapped tightly around my throat, and it was all my fault. My pussy was juicy all over his cock as he pounded into me. He reminded me I had chosen this when I chose to accept a free drink from him. Nothing is free, and I owed him my cunt. I was crying, but he didn’t care.

Witness Protection says I’m not allowed to drink anymore; I could get snatched if I’m not aware of my surroundings. When my new coworkers dragged me out to the bar for some “celebratory shots” I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t know how to say no. Jean helped dress me, and she picked out some slutty clothes. She said I needed a date.

Maybe she was right, maybe I did need a date. I tried to loosen up and even smiled when you handed me the first drink. You force fed them to me, whispering quietly in my ear how you’d take care of me, and that is was safe for me to let go. It was anything but. You dragged me to the bathroom, and forced yourself inside of my helpless pussy. I was crying, but you smacked me hard across the face. “If you scream, I’ll kill you.” You smile down at me as you pried my jaws open and slid your cock inside.

It wasn’t long before you picked me up, and pinned me against the wall. My cunt was oozing honey now, eager to get filled. I didn’t want you to touch me, but I couldn’t speak. Fuck, I just wanted to go home. But I felt myself building; I was going to cum all over your cock, and I was going to hate it. I didn’t want to live the life of a submissive kitten anymore – my body didn’t give me a choice, and neither did you.

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