Claras mouth gagged as the stench of Urine, alcohol, and smoke filled her nostrils. Her eyes watered as the 7 inch member lodged inside her throat refused to give way as her nose pressed against the pubic hair of a stranger she never met before.
This had been Claras life for the past 2 weeks. Two weeks since her life of luxury had been flipped upon its head and she became nothing more then a mere cum and piss dumpster for greasy old men in this dingy old bar.
Prior to this she was a Con artist, and a damn good one at that. She prided herself on her seduction skills and her ability to con any man out of each and every dollar in his pocket. Her most recent endeavor was spiking mens drinks at a local bar and bringing them back to hotels with her.
By the time they’d reach the hotel room they would pass out before even being able to take her top off. Clara would simply smile in satisfaction as she stripped her victim and searched their pockets for any and all cash they had.
After her first few victims she grew bolder. Upon stripping her victims she would take photos of them in humiliating positions, take their wallets and later on use the photos to blackmail them. Demanding they send money to her bank account unless they wanted those photos to be sent to their families.
All was well as Clara took great joy in her schemes. Believing her victims to be nothing more then fools who deserved what they had coming to them. Living a life of luxury with the massive amount of money she had stolen.
That was until her arrogance finally got the best of her and she tried to blackmail an off duty police officer.
It wasn’t long before she was in cuffs and stuffed into the back of his car. Except unknown to Clara was that this officer and the local bars owner were quite good friends, and the owner was certainly not happy about what was happening to his customers.
After checking her records to make sure noone would check up on her, the officer and the bar owner decided to make a special solution to the Clara problem.
Clara found herself drugged with the very same drug she’d used on her victims soon enough. She awoke to a throbbing pain in her ass and an uncomfortable feeling in her jaw. As she slowly came to her senses realized that she was at the bar, but not sitting upon the stools as she usually was when conning her victims.
In fact she was face level with the stools. Her mouth just barely reaching the top. As she squirmed to get up she realized that she was bound and couldn’t move. Not only that but there was something lodged inside her ass.
Very, Very deep inside her ass.
She tried to scream as she realized what was going on, only to be made aware of the iron ring gag that was forcing her jaw wide open and the fact that her tongue was pierced with a piece of firm string that was attached to her nipples. Making it so that not only was her mouth forced open but her tongue was forced out at all times. Every time she squirmed she could feel the giant metal rod shoved up her ass only makes its presence more aware.
She was bare naked in a squatting position, her legs cuffed into an iron bar and her hands crudely but effectively tied to her ankles. As soon as she realized what was going on a voice came from behind.
“Good morning, just in time for the early morning drinkers. You feeling comfortable down there?”
The bartender smiled casually as he spoke to Clara.
She tried to mutter a desperate “Get me the fuck out of here” but quickly realized her words came out as nothing but guttural noises.
“Now now, The officer who came by actually made a pretty fair deal. Now if you went to court you would likely spend years in prison. But since him and the owner are good friends they managed to work out a better solution. Luckily they decided that for every dollar you stole would be another hour working here as, well, lets just call you a “comforter”.
Clara stared at the bartender with vicious eyes, attempting to show him that she still had fight in her. She tried to spit on his face and only managed to drool all over herself.
“Chin up! Me and you get to become coworkers now if you think about it.”
The bell of the bar door rang and in walked a familiar face to claras eyes. It was Davis. One of the very first men she blackmailed. She remembered how proud she felt after taking a picture of him bent over with his pants down and later telling him that if he didn’t send the money her way his wife would get a picture sent her way very soon.
Now he was looking directly her way, with a huge grin on his face.
“Well, well, well, if it aint my old friend, how you doing missy?” He said as he strode his way toward the bar stool. He crouched down to look Clara eye to eye, and squeezed her cheeks with one hand.
“I believe last time we met you took a significant sum of money out of my bank account after drugging me blind, now aint that first date?”
Clara could say nothing, only tremble in terror at his falsely kind demeanor.
Davis stood up, and took a seat so that his crotch was directly facing Claras face.
“Hey barkeep, what was that bitchs favorite drink? You mind pouring one out for me?”
The bartender simply smiled as he took the entire bottle and placed it in front of him.
“Its on the house, in honor of our new employee.”
Davis smiled as he brought the bottle to his lips, taking a long chug out of the bottle.
“Damn this is some good shit, no wonder you drank this shit?”
Davis looked down “Oh my bad, you want something in your mouth too?”
Davis unzipped his pants and let out his throbbing, dark skinned cock and let it rest of Claras face.
All she could do was look at him in anger as the scent of musk and sweat filled her nostrils.
“I haven’t showered in a few days, lets see if you could help me clean up before i get home.”
Davis smeared his cock against the fiery young girls face before sliding it right into her mouth without issue.
Clara repulsed as her natural instincts to bite down and move her head away kicked in. But the iron gag keeping her from biting down along with the iron collar keeping her head firmly in place made it so that she could simply make guttural noises as his thick dark cock filled her throat entirely.
“Fuuuck bitch, i knew that mouth was good for something” Davis let out with a groan.
Tears went down Claras face as she felt her pride shatter.
But she was determined to get out of this place. One way or another she was going to get out and make them pay.
Davis had downed half the bottle as he slow fucked Claras mouth. Now very much drunk.
“Fuckin, lying ass bitch” he muttered as he fucked the young girls throat more brutally. Thrusting into it as her gags filled the bar.
At this point more people had come into the bar, their eyes watching the show as they waited for their drinks.
At this point Davis’s balls were slapping against Claras chin as he used her hair as a grip.
“Fucking drain these balls you stupid fucking cunt.”
Claras gag reflex stood no chance against his violent thrusting, her throat had simply become a fleshlight for Davis’s thick cock. After what felt like an eon of non stop face fucking and Clara holding on to every urge not to puke and get the slightest amount of air, still not having learned to breathe from her nostrils.
With a few final thrusts Davis rammed his cock to the back of Claras throat as her eyes drifted to the top of her head. Claras body automatically swallowed his massive load to ensure she wouldn’t choke on it instead.
As Davis dislodged his member from her throat a trail of slime, slobber, and cum landed upon Claras bare chest. She coughed before beginning to pant for breathe. As davis stepped back she could see that more people had entered the bar and all their eyes were upon her.
She flushed with even more shame as she could do nothing but let them stare. Just when she thought that she couldn’t get any lower she looked down.
She had pissed herself.
A puddle of piss formed on the floor as Clara realized she had relieved herself in front of the whole bar when Davis forced his cum down her throat. Tears rolled down her face.
“Ayo barkeep, thanks for the drink, where the bathrooms at again? I gotta piss” David said in a slurred tone.
The bartender let out a simple smile. “Right below you.” He said before going back to serving drinks.
Davis smiled wickedly as the horror of what was about to happen dawned on Clara.
She squirmed, desperately trying to free herself with every last muscle in her body, but the binds were solid and each squirm made her ass go deeper upon the metal rod.
Davis placed his cock into Claras mouth and looked into her eyes one last time. The fire was gone, replaced with pleading, tear filled eyes that begged him not to do this. For a second he hesitated. Only to remember that this was the same bitch who humiliated him and stole thousands of dollars from him after leaving him drugged up with his pants down.
The cunt had it coming.
He pushed his cock into her throat and sat down, with a loud groan he began to piss down the girls favorite drink into her throat.
Claras body desperately tried to resist the putrid stream of piss. As she choked and coughed she spilled piss all over her chest. Her body eventually gave in, and she was forced to swallow down Davis’s piss or choke on it.
The whole bar heard her gulp down the long stream of piss. Upon finishing, davis wiped his cock clean against her face. Thanked the bartender before standing up to leave, but took one last look down at clara and pushed his boot between her legs.
If he hadn’t already humiliated her enough her cunt throbbed against his boot as she looked down to see that she had covered it in her dripping wet juices.
Davis chuckled. “Just as i thought” before walking out the door not giving a second thought.
*Two weeks later*
Clara obediently gulped down the middle aged mans piss as he talked to the bartender as if Clara wasn’t even there. Her once swimsuit model body now reeked of sweat and urine. Her belly bulged and distended as a mixture of countless mens piss and semen sloshed within it. Crude words such as “Piss dumpster” “Free cock cleaning!” and “Now with ass rimming functionality!” we’re written upon her thighs and belly. Upon her forehead the word “CUNT” was written in big, bold letters.
Beneath her were deep dark puddles of her own dried up piss mixed in with her juices which had leaked upon the floor. The bar owner had decided to give her a “reward” for good behavior over the weekend by piercing her clit with a vibrating ring. The bartender held the remote to the vibrator and activated it only when a customer seemed extra satisfied with her service. He did not however, let her orgasm.
Claras mind had become a dumb haze as she lost track of how many men she serviced, simply looking for the next burst of pleasure to be awarded with as her will to get out of this place slowly sank to the back of her mind.
Thankfully for the young cunt, she had stolen quite a lot of money prior, so she was going to have plenty of time to think.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ohq0dg/professional_blackmailer_gets_turned_into_a_cheap