Night at the hole...

The bartender smirked, enjoying his twisted game far too much. "I think she did just fine." He said with a wicked grin before dragging her out of that hellhole of a room. As they walked through the bar, people gave them curious glances but no one dared interfere or question what had happened behind those closed doors. It seemed like everyone knew about this little secret, yet chose to look away as long as it didn't affect them directly.

Once outside, the transformed woman tried to run from him, **** for freedom and a chance to wash off the filth coating every inch of her body. But the harness kept her tethered to the bartender, who simply laughed at her futile attempts.

He led her down an alleyway where there was a small dumpster nearby. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed her onto its hard surface, leaving her bruised and winded. Before she could even catch her breath, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. His eyes were filled with nothing but cruel intent as he positioned himself between her legs.

She struggled against him, tears streaming down her face as she begged for mercy. Her pleas fell on deaf ears; all he heard was the sound of blood rushing in his own head as he thrust into her violently. The pain was overwhelming, ripping through her very soul while he grunted and moaned above her, reveling in the power he held over her broken form.

As he reached climax, he released a torrent of hot cum deep inside her, filling her up completely. He stayed buried within her for several moments before finally pulling away, zipping up his pants, and walking back towards the bar without so much as a glance behind him. She lay there alone, covered in sweat, semen, dirt, and tears - a mere shell of what she once was. And with that he is done with you, tossing your things onto the dumpster beside of you with a flick of his wrist. "That was a good first night… kiddo but you got at least two more weeks working the glory-hole… See you tomorrow night…" And with that the bartender waddles out evening you laying there panting for breath and sobbing softly…