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She sinks back against him.
"Good girl," he croons. "Coming so hard for Daddy as you think about getting raped by other men."
His words hit her in the core of her chest. They're so naughty. So wrong.
"Now go ask for that dance," he says.
After that last orgasm, she can barely keep her eyes open. "No, Daddy," she slurs.
He moves to the end of the bench. He stands up and pulls her upright.
"Which one are you going to ask?" he says.
She looks at him with wide eyes. He really means it.
She looks around the club. How is she supposed to pick someone?
"Choose carefully, little girl," he says.
What is that supposed to mean?
"Daddy, let's just go home," she says.
He can see she's slurring her words. Her stance is unsteady. Her eyes are unfocused. She's so vulnerable, and he loves it.
"Not until you've danced with another man," he says.
"But why, Daddy?" she whines. She leans against him. Clings to his shirt. "I belong to you. Only you."
He smiles. "I know. And that means I get to do whatever I want with you, and you're going to do whatever I say. Do you understand?"
She pouts. But she nods.
He grips her wrists and pulls her hands off of his shirt. He angles her towards the room.
"Go," he says.
She takes timid steps away from him. Timid, teetering steps. She holds her arms around her body. Her cardigan is so low up top and so high down low that she feels as good as naked. She looks around. There's the group of men who were watching her before. She looks away in embarrassment. She keeps walking, but she somehow doesn't walk in a straight line.
She finds herself in front of them. If she could count right know, she'd know that there are five of them.
"How are you doing tonight, babe?" one of them asks. "What can we do you for?"
"Um…" She turns around to look at John. He's just standing there and grinning.
"Is your boyfriend gonna beat us up for talking to his girl?" another one says.
Not my boyfriend, she thinks hazily. "No," she says. "Could I ask…if one of you would dance with me?" Her words are slurred.
"What was that, babe?"
"I want…I want to dance," she says. She loses her balance. She stumbles forward into their arms. Into nothingness.
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Mary wakes up to the feeling of her sex being ravaged.
She tries to scream. To struggle. To open her eyes. But she can't. Something's covering her mouth. Her eyes. Her arms are tied behind her back. Her ankles are bound. She's face down on a hard floor, and someone is taking her from behind.
"Oh, fuck yes," she hears. She panics harder. It's not John's voice.
She screams again into the cloth. Her scream is muffled.
Her body rebounds from the man's thrusting. Her sex is throbbing with sensation.
She feels a slap on her bottom. Another slap.
"Where's your boyfriend now?" he says.
She feels the man lean down against her body. She hears his panting. His tongue swirls into her ear. She screams another muffled scream.
She feels a hand pull the cloth down from her mouth. She screams with all her might. She sobs.
His lips assault her lips. He nips the side of her chin with his teeth.
The man sits back up. He lifts her hips so she's kneeling. Her cheek is pressed to the floor. He pounds into her exposed sex. She sobs hysterically. The blindfold is wet with her tears.
"Come on my cock, you fucking slut," the man says.
She can't help it. She comes. This is what her body responds to. Being used. Being raped.
Her orgasm is sharp and charged. Violent. Fiery. Her sobs become moans.
"Fuck!" She hears the man come. A moan. Another moan. A sigh.
Her head spins with pleasure, intoxication, and now confusion. The man sounds like John.
The man turns her on her side. She hears him laugh. It's John's laugh. The blindfold is torn from her face. She looks up at him. It is John. She's on the floor of his apartment.
She sobs in relief. "Oh, John," she sniffles. "I thought…"
He keeps laughing. "You thought you were really being raped?"
She nods. Tears keep dripping from her eyes.
"Thought you'd get that lucky, huh? Which one did you hope it was? The blonde one?" he grins.
He starts untying her arms and ankles.
"That's the one I got to record the lines," he says. He holds up his phone. "Such a helpful guy."
She doesn't say anything. She's still trembling from the intensity of it all.
He picks her up from the floor. He carries her to his bedroom. Lays her in his bed.
He kisses her forehead. He goes out to turn off all the lights. He comes back and lies crawls into bed next to her. He cuddles her under the blankets. Strokes her hair.
She knew the Playeur liked to joke, but what he did tonight was cruel. She really thought she was being raped.