Tell them you're a prostitute who's free for a limited time, so get you while they can
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Several of the nearby customers look toward the sound of your voice. A rabid smile spreads on their faces, as if they just set eyes upon a wounded, vulnerable prey, unaware of its danger and naivety. Before you realize it, men have approached behind you, grabbing both of your arms around the armpits, spreading your upper body out, stretching your chest. Your tight-fitting top squeezes your breasts, sending a twinging pain to your mind, but the twinge of pain only wets your panties even more. Two more men approach the sides, clearly having had experience in these roles before. Each grabs a leg, pulling the rest of the weight of your limp, stretching body. An ounce of fear shoots to your brain as you realize you have lost total control of all of your limbs, and that if these men went further with your helplessness than even your wettest dreams, you would be too helpless to stop them. | Several of the nearby customers look toward the sound of your voice. A rabid smile spreads on their faces, as if they just set eyes upon a wounded, vulnerable prey, unaware of its danger and naivety. Before you realize it, men have approached behind you, grabbing both of your arms around the armpits, spreading your upper body out, stretching your chest. Your tight-fitting top squeezes your breasts, sending a twinging pain to your mind, but the twinge of pain only wets your panties even more. Two more men approach the sides, clearly having had experience in these roles before. Each grabs a leg, pulling the rest of the weight of your limp, stretching body. An ounce of fear shoots to your brain as you realize you have lost total control of all of your limbs, and that if these men went further with your helplessness than even your wettest dreams, you would be too helpless to stop them. | ||
| - | You start to have second thoughts, and are about to speak up about your increasing discomfort before a man approaches your front with a pocket knife, eyeing your tight shirt with the same hunger that is in his smirk. You try to wince but your body is stretched too tight for you to move much more than a centimeter. He slices the fabric of your shirt from the top of your neck to your navel in a single, practiced slice. Your bra strap flings open, exposing your round | + | You start to have second thoughts, and are about to speak up about your increasing discomfort before a man approaches your front with a pocket knife, eyeing your tight shirt with the same hunger that is in his smirk. You try to wince but your body is stretched too tight for you to move much more than a centimeter. He slices the fabric of your shirt from the top of your neck to your navel in a single, practiced slice. Your bra strap flings open, exposing your round breasts. He eyes your nipples, licking his lips before moving on to the next. You're not used to having your body exposed to strangers, and are rethinking your decision and a possible way out. |
You decide to... | You decide to... | ||
Revision as of 04:50, 28 April 2019
Several of the nearby customers look toward the sound of your voice. A rabid smile spreads on their faces, as if they just set eyes upon a wounded, vulnerable prey, unaware of its danger and naivety. Before you realize it, men have approached behind you, grabbing both of your arms around the armpits, spreading your upper body out, stretching your chest. Your tight-fitting top squeezes your breasts, sending a twinging pain to your mind, but the twinge of pain only wets your panties even more. Two more men approach the sides, clearly having had experience in these roles before. Each grabs a leg, pulling the rest of the weight of your limp, stretching body. An ounce of fear shoots to your brain as you realize you have lost total control of all of your limbs, and that if these men went further with your helplessness than even your wettest dreams, you would be too helpless to stop them.
You start to have second thoughts, and are about to speak up about your increasing discomfort before a man approaches your front with a pocket knife, eyeing your tight shirt with the same hunger that is in his smirk. You try to wince but your body is stretched too tight for you to move much more than a centimeter. He slices the fabric of your shirt from the top of your neck to your navel in a single, practiced slice. Your bra strap flings open, exposing your round breasts. He eyes your nipples, licking his lips before moving on to the next. You're not used to having your body exposed to strangers, and are rethinking your decision and a possible way out.
You decide to...
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| Health | Horny & Hormonal | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
