You need to stop fucking him!
Try to push him off!
You gather every last tiny fragment of willpower you have left and shove him as hard as you can, but he doesn’t even budge. He laughs, pinning both your hands above your head as he continues to thrust. You try to tell him to stop, but he pushes his fingers into your mouth. He locks eyes with you, grinning. You know what he’s going to say before he says it.
“I know it’s you, Sam.”
You can’t speak, so you shake your head.
“It’s your mannerisms. The fear in your eyes every time you look at me. Plus, if a hot bitch with a stripper name like Scarlett lived in town, I’d have heard about it.”
Your cheeks burns with shame, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Don’t worry, I like you a lot better this way. You’re finally useful. My girlfriend never lets me hit it raw, but X-Change sluts can’t get pregnant, right? So here’s the deal. You’re gonna keep taking those pills. I’ll make sure you keep getting hired, and you let me pump you full of cum whenever I want. Sound good?”
How do you answer?
