It does not. He rams into you.

Wishing against reason for something to rescue from this, you feel a spike of pain as he rams himself deep into your cunt in a swift movement. You squeal, but can barely move, pinned against the bar under his weight, physically corralled by his limbs holding you down. You stamp your feet backwards onto his, only finding the resistance of plated metal boots.

But this is only the start. The real pain begins when he pulls out and slams back deep into you, again, and again, and again, like a hammer at an anvil, beating at the opening to your womb with every strike. You're used to pain, but this is a new experience, and one you're not at all prepared for. You scream until your throat is hoarse, desperately trying to break free from the **** as he rams into you over and over.

You twist your head to the side, and can see his face from the corner of your eye. He looks amused. Amused. He thinks your attempts to struggle are funny.

Anger takes over from fear. You hate this man. You're going to kill him. You cease your struggling, and just glare at him from the corner of your eyes, making eye contact with him. He's taken aback momentarily, but simply takes the opportunity to build up speed, pressing himself flat against your back and gyrating his hips into yours.

You make eye contact with one of the henchmen watching you, who turns sheepishly away from your glare.

Too cowardly to look me in the eye while **** me. I know the caliber of men you all are.

Suddenly, you feel him take his hand off your mouth, moving it to the back of your head. You take a deep breath, the first in minutes, before a spike of pain pulls your head back. He's yanking your ponytail. Hard.

You curse in pain, as he buries himself deeper than ever before in the same moment, leveraging himself against your cervix with a swift jab. Half a second later, you feel pressure building up inside you. Your eyes go wide and your mouth falls open. You scream in rage, bucking in place to try to throw him off.

"Don't you dare!"

Without a care for your protestations, he groans, and begins to pulse his hot seed into you. You can physically feel each burst he jets into your womb whilst holding himself deep inside you, keenly aware of the fact he could easily get you pregnant.

He doesn't care. I'm just a hole to him.

He continues for several seconds, groaning throughout. Eventually, he comes to a stop, and pats you on the shoulder. You can feel the warm cum inside you, and it disgusts you.

"Your pussy is fantastic, sorceress. You should do this more often."

You try to flip yourself over, as he pulls out of you, leaving a trail of white liquid to drip from your slit to the ground below. He stands back, allowing it, but before you can speak, he's back up in your face, affixing the gag to your mouth once more.

Glaring at him while he fixes his own clothes, he eventually looks back at you, before feigning like he just remembered something.

"Oh, you want your money, yeah?"

You just keep glaring at him. He reaches into his jacket, and withdraws a handful of coins. All silver and copper. Getting close to you again, he slides his hand down your thighs to your underwear, and pulls them up. Just before sliding them back into place, he drops the coins onto your rear, letting them slide into your underwear as he fixes them into place. They're cold against your skin.

"I'll put them in here with the other present I left in you. Wouldn't want to leave it on the ground now, would we? Tell me if we get any little ones, love. Always wanted kids. I'd be a great dad, you watch me. We'll be off now. Got a Tiefling to bring in, all that, you know. Don't spend it all in one place."

A moment later, he's left the building, followed by his gang of henchmen, leaving you tied up and manacled, your underwear full of loose change and cooling cum, bent over a bar with your leggings on the floor. You've never felt so degraded.