Forced Submission Bundle 2 (Forced Submission #4-6)(13)

“Okay,” she finally whispers, and I know I’ve got her. I didn’t want to have to carry her out of here kicking and screaming, so this makes my job that much easier. The blood rushes to my head, the pounding loud in my ears. I’ve got to get her out of here. Now. I start to pull her up, but she stops me. “My tab.”

I take my wallet out from my back pocket, grab a hundred dollar bill, and toss it on the bar. No way are her drinks more than that in a place like this.

“I don’t even know your name,” she says, a blush rising on her cheeks yet again. She’s so innocent and sweet. This is going to be so much better than I expected.

“Dante.”

“I’m Sabrina.”

I don’t give her a chance to change her mind, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her off the stool. I pull her close, not wanting anyone to touch her as we make our way to the back of the bar.

“But I’m parked out front.” She protests for a second, but I pull her closer to me so she can’t retreat.

“We’re taking my car.” I feel her body tense against me, but she doesn’t try to get away. There’s no going back now, and I need to get her out of here as fast as possible.

The crowd parts for us as we walk through the sea of drunk, half-naked bodies. When we make it to the back hallway I push open the door, and push us through. I turn, slamming it closed behind us and making sure no one followed. We walk into the dark alley, only a small outdoor light makes it possible for me to see her.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” She starts to pull away, but I wrap my arm around her tighter. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

“Having a change of mind, sweetheart?” I ask as I push her up against the brick wall of the bar. Her brown eyes grow big, her dark hair looking black in the night. I can feel fear rolling off her, and it only excites me further, making cum leak from my cock.

“Yes. I’m sorry, but I think I want to go back inside now.” Her voice is timid and laced with alarm. She’s realizing this was a bad idea.

“And I think I want bury my dick inside you until I cum.” Reaching under her dress, I slide my fingers into her panties, and she tries to close her legs. I push one knee between her legs, keeping them open, and then grab her panties, easily ripping them away. She’s helplessly pinned to the brick wall, and there’s no way a little thing like her can break away from me.

When I hear the backdoor we just exited open, both our eyes move that way. “Help me please!” she shouts, but I just smile.

“You want a taste?” I yank her dress up, revealing her * to Porter.





2





Porter





Fuck yeah, I want to taste her. I see a brick sitting next to the back entrance of the bar, and I pick it up. I bring it down hard on the handle of the door, smashing it to pieces. Now we won’t have any interruptions. Can’t let anyone see our tasty little Halloween treat. No, this will just be ours.

“Already got her primed for me?” I ask, eyeing the two of them. I got so hard in the bar watching Dante reel her in. He’s easier on the eyes with his blond hair and blue eyes. Well, easier than I am. I’m rough around the edges with a mean scar down my face that draws attention. It also doesn’t help that my black hair and almost black eyes seem to put people off. That and the fact that I’m one giant motherf*cker. So I just sat and waited as Dante got our little witch out of the bar. I knew it wouldn’t take much. Dressed like she was, she was asking for it. We clocked her as soon as she walked into Wicked. We know she’d be the one between us later. I couldn’t wait to empty my cock in her, my balls aching with need to fill her cunt with every drop.

Like everything Dante and I do in life, we divide and conquer. We’ve found it’s been the best method, and that’s what we did with her. This curvy witch has a body made to fit between two men and has enough padding to take a punishing f*ck. She’ll take us while we get what we want, while we use her for what gets us off.

“Please don’t do this, I just want to go home. I’ll—”

Dante puts his hand over her mouth, cutting her off. She starts to fight against him, but he wraps his other hand around her throat, adding a little pressure. Her eyes widen, and she looks between the two of us, knowing she can’t win. No, we wouldn't stop until we got what we wanted, and what we want is to f*ck our witch until we empty ourselves inside her soft unwilling *, over and over.

“Don’t make us hurt you, Sabrina. This can go real easy if you just shut your mouth and open your cunt,” Dante says, leaning in and biting her neck. She lets out a muffled squeak against his palm, and I can’t help but smile.

“Move. I want in there.” I tap Dante, wanting him to move the leg he has between hers. He moves over, still holding her mouth and throat. Fuck, she looks good pinned up against the wall. My cock is leaking at the sight of it, begging to be freed.

“Someone’s greedy tonight,” Dante says, poking me.

“You got to touch her already. I need to take the edge off. I’ve watched her all night while she’s been dressed like a whore with her * nearly showing. Fuck, I need a taste.” I tell myself it’s just to hold me over, but her brown eyes are so wide and scared I’m getting off on it. A taste will never take the edge off, but I’m not sure anything will.