"Clumsy mishaps"

Eventually, you manage to climb to your feet and start to head home. Despite it being late at night, the sidewalks were fairly crowded as the bars bustled with buisness. Drunk men and even a few woman would randomly come up to you to grope your almost naked chest, often calling you a slut for being dressed so skimpy. You flushed with embarassment, but kept on going until one drunk stopped you with a cunt punt. You cry out as your pussy lips and clit flatten under the bridge of his shoe. You fall to your knees and he walks around to face you, his dick out. Luckily, before anything can happen, you watch as his now exposed balls mushroom around invisible hands squeezing them tightly. You decide to call it even with the invisible ****, silently forgiving it for earlier as you scurry away from the man's screams of agony. A second later, you loudly curse at the spirits as a table moves on its own, the corner buried into your clit. Pushing the damn thing away, you continue on with your hands between your legs, trying to soothe the pain as you try to get away from the laughing crowd. They had turned around when you had started yelling and saw your predicament. Finally breaking free of the bar crowd, you find yourself suddenly pussy first on a railing to some long stairs. You scream and try to fight the invisible hands as you're pushed along the metal bar, your clit and right lip grinding against the bar as your left lip narrowly escapes the ****, sitting at the side of the bar. You fight harder when you see the railing ends with a very thin fake sword.

"Who fucking designed this?!" You scream out a second before the thin, dull metal crushes your clit against your body, the swelling bud mushrooming around it since it was so thin it couldn't crush the entirety of your clit at the same time. You're allowed to fall to the ground holding your throbbing cunt when your scream finally dies down. When you finally get home, you think it's finally over.