Max loses with 5 balls. Fucked!

A tall, thickly built man stood at the front of the pack. He walked with a slight limp to the edge of the pool table and threw down three dirty bills. His glare made Max uneasy.

"Fifty bucks," he said with a grin and a thick Russian accent then grabbed a pool cue.

Max eyes widened as she looked at the man in front of her. He must have been 6'4. Wide shoulders with thick arms and strong chest. His stomach hung slightly over his belt buckle. He gripped the pool queue with large hands darkened by years of dirt and grim.

Alec stepped back, finding a place against the wall to sit. Max would snap out of her Manticore induced problem, or he would get a nice little show, he would consider either a win.

Max knew nothing about the man, not even his name. All she could hope was that he lousy at pool. She flinched as heard the crack of balls colliding as the man broke. She watched intently as the balls bounced across the table.

Nothing went in. Max sighed in release. She could do this, she lined up her shot ignoring the look he man gave her. She bent over, **** to give the crowd watching her a nice view of her behind.

One down she thought to herself as she easily sank her first ball and then went for second.

They were staring. The entire bar was. She could almost feel their eyes on her naked body. She lined up her second shot.

Two down

Lining up her third she caught a glimpse of her opponent. He was standing across from her staring intently, one hand on his cue the other against the growing bulge in his pants. He was going to fuck her and if not him, someone else in this scummy dive bar. Alec would watch as they all took turns. She shuddered at the thought, her stomach twisting. She could picture it in all the vivid detail.

No. Max closed her eyes, she needed to concentrate on the game, she took her shot. As soon as the ball left her cue she knew she had made a mistake. She missed.

Max stood back, shocked, how could she have missed. She watched in a daze as the man proceeded to sink ball after ball running the table. She had lost.

"I win." he said and turned to her. "I win you." He reached for her and Max backed up.

"Uh, uh, Max." Alec called out. "5 balls left. you know the rules. he gets to fuck you. You are going to fuck him it's only fair."

Max stared at Alec then back at the man. "Fair," she said though a clenched jaw.

With a strong large hand wrapped around her arm he led her back to the table. Her ass bumped against the edge.

"Up," he cooed, and she did as she was told hoping up onto the table. He stood between her legs and licked his lips looking down at his prize.

She had to fuck him. She would fuck him. It was only right that she fucked him she thought to herself. Manticore's conditioning worked it's magic in her head, twisting her thoughts until she couldn't stop herself.

Max reached for his belt, pulling it free and sliding her hand down until she found his thick cock, she stroked him watching his eyes light up.

"That's a good girl." he groaned. He pushed on her shoulder and she laid back on the pool table. He slapped his cock against her pussy and she gasped arching slightly off the table.

She stared up at the dust covered ceiling fan above her, it spun humming slightly almost hypnotically.

He pushed against her forcing the tip of his cock into her body.

"Fuck,"? Max moaned her hand reaching between her legs to grasp his shaft. Her legs dragging up his hips to wrap around him. She turned her head, staring at what seemed like countless men watching.

They were all going to fuck her. She let out another hiss as he pushed further inside. Old, young, every single one of them were going to cum inside her. "Ohfuck," she cried as the man between her legs thrusted into her.

Max closed her eyes and panted as he buried the last of his cock deep insider her cunt. Whimpering softly as he bore down into her. She felt his hands run up her flat stomach up to her breasts cupping both as he found his rhythm.

Long strokes had Max gasping for breathe, unable to stop her body from reacting she pushed back into him. Her hatred for Manticore and Alec grew with every stroke.

The Russian man leaned over her, grunting into her ear before finally climbing up onto the pool table with her.

"No, Ohgod, ohh." Max screamed as the extra weight drove his cock into her cunt. She was wet and quickly losing her self control. He grinded against her slower now, his pelvis rubbing harshly against her clit.

"Stop," she didn't want this. This wasn't her, this was Manticore, but her hips continued to roll up to meet his thrusts.

"So tight, baby, so wet." the man whispered into her ear. "You want this."

Every time he moved she was crushed into the table, her pussy clenching around his cock, the felt cloth sliding softly against her bare back. She could smell his stink, hear his groans and the groans from the men watching.

If she couldn't snap out of what Manticore had done to her it didn't matter, this would be her life Alec would eventually lose her and it would only be a matter of time before someone else found her and enslaved her. Every man in this bar and then what?

Max's eyes rolled back, the mans pounding cock began to throb and twitch inside her, the thought of him cumming inside her set off her own release. She squeaked out a moan, doing her best to hold back not wanting anyone to know she had came.

And just like that he had finished, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her. "Very beautiful." he stated before sliding off her. "I'm done." he announced, leaving Max sweaty and spread on the table.

Alec stood and cleared his throat. "Time to get up for your next game Max." Alec said giving her enough time to ignore his command.