He's attractive, something about him drew the eye, and you like what you feel while teasingly grinding against him on the club's dancefloor. You sway away from his wandering hands though, you're not the type to just give it away, and miss the flashes of anger that cross his face each time. A possessive arm eventually wraps round your belly, pulls you back against him, and you let out a moan upon feeling the hard length pressing on your ass and lower back, a hard length you've inspired.
He has to bend to shout in your ear, he's taller by at least a head, and is commanding, you find yourself nodding your head when he suggests going to a new club. He gives off a vibe of somehow both safety and danger once you're on the streets, his steering hand is warm at the small of your back, and his presence ensures that no-one approaches.
The pair of you jump the queue outside the new club, you note the large number of giggly women you're shepherded past, and you almost freeze with shock upon entering. Directly before you a naked young woman is on her knees, head bobbing rhythmically up and down a man's cock, and beyond them you can just see another woman, strapped to a rectangular block of wood and being used by four different men.
Your 'date' pushes you forward, you stumble with rubbery legs past the kneeling woman. The club's main room becomes fully visible, it has an atmosphere of debauched lust that's almost overpowering, and you try to resist as your 'date' deftly removes your clothing. A cute blush reddens your whole body when just your panties are left to preserve your modesty, you lower your gaze upon seeing men stare approvingly, and despite everything stick near your 'date' as he starts walking.
You're just passing the bound woman when a table saw rises to effortlessly slice through her neck and you avert your gaze, gasping as you see another woman start squirming on the end of a rope when the chair she's on is kicked away. You pass more women being used, you're surrounded by the combined smells and sounds of death and sex, before you're then bought to a halt.
A crucifix, just tall enough that the person on it couldn't touch the floor, is in front of you, lit from above by a single harsh spotlight. You go weak at the knees, try struggling again, but still end up against the wood, you moan quietly as your wrists are cuffed to the crossbeam. You become motionless when a metal chain is wrapped around both your neck and the wood behind, dare not test how much leeway you've got.
Your 'date' moves to leer at you, with a knife he cuts away your panties, and then disrobes, stroking himself back into full hardness. Cupping your ass he lifts you, thrusts into you. There's a click in your ear when your 'date' reaches round to the back of the crucifix, you feel the chain start to move, start to tighten. It keeps tightening as you're fucked, you writhe helplessly and strain to try and free your wrists.
Your heart is pounding in your ears, drowns out almost all other noise, and your vision is tunneled, focused solely on your 'date'. You choke as the chain bites deep, you stick out your tongue as your cheeks redden, as your eyes start to roll. You expire with a rattle as your 'date' thrusts particularly hard, his breath catches as he achieves climax, and then he pulls out, seed oozing out to start trickling down your thighs…
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