He Forced Me To My Knees

Submissive Slut

I was roughly pinned against the wall, the grit of the bricks scraping against my bare back. He had cut the shirt and bra off of me mere moments ago, determined that he needed better access to me. His strong had was crushing my windpipe, and with every squeeze my cunt was dripping more and more. I was terrified, but my body was betraying me. It knew better than anyone what it was that I wanted; or more, what I needed. Getting used like this, forced to pleasure a stranger in a dirty, downtown alleyway was so close to the sick fantasies I actually craved.

He lifted me off of the needle littered asphalt. “Let me ask you one more time, bitch. Are you going to be a good girl for Master?” The submissive slut in me screamed “YES!” but my type A personality managed to choke out a “No.” He wasn’t pleased. He dropped me, letting me crumple to the concrete. It tore up my legs, and ripped away my pantyhose. My back scraped down the wall. I screamed, I bled, and my pussy leaked. He was pulling out his thick cock, throbbing and dripping. Grabbing me by the back of my head, he forced my mouth open. I stared up at him with pleading eyes.

Please, use me.

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