Submissive whore Trapped and abused

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I woke up from a daze. I guess I had a little too much to drink. As soon as I woke up, I looked around, and it took me some seconds to realize that I wasn’t in my room. Then I felt constrained, and I looked, and it was my worst nightmare. I couldn’t believe that I was tied up and couldn’t move. The fear got to me. I couldn’t believe that I was in this position. After a minute and all came rushing to my head, and I remember being a submissive whore¬† for this guy at the bar. He was so smooth and seemed like a great flirt, and we would have a blast. One thing led to another, and I was going to his apartment with him. Of course, he got belligerent drunk and became so aggressive.

I figured he planned to target a college girl and rip her nipples off till she bled. I had severe slashes all over my body! I could hear footsteps as I battled my way out of containment.

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