No. You oblige, reluctantly

You get flashbacks to the demon using you in much the same way and your will falters. What is the point in fighting back when these pigs always get their way. I might as well get this over with quickly.

You part your smooth lips and let your tongue slide out and over the man's cock. You are slightly relieved that the taste of him isn't dirty. Pleased with you, the man releases his hold on your head. Knowing that after this he is likely going to fuck your mouth you do your best to coat his shaft with saliva so it won't be so rough going down. You run your tongue up and down his cock and gently suck the head.

“Don't forget my balls you bitch.” The man grunts as he raises himself up over your face.

His wrinkled sack sways in-front of you but you can't bring yourself to do it.

“Fucking bitch! That's it!” The stranger sits back down onto your chest, and grabs your head.

He pushes his cock past your lips and holds your head tight as his dick invades your mouth. You then feel the tip of his cock **** it's way down your throat. More and more of him slides between your lips until your nose presses hard against the bristly pubic hairs on his crotch. You try to pull your arms free, but the stranger's massive weight has you pinned down. You begin to feel feint as you run out of air. You kick your legs but the man ignores your protests and simply grins as he holds his dick inside your throat.

Tears begin to stream down your cheeks. The man shows no sign of compassion as he laughs at your predicament. Your eyes roll back and everything goes dark.

You slowly regain consciousness to the view of your room's ceiling. You eventually become aware of the situation you are in. Your body is rocking back and forth and you feel a heavy weight on your chest. The stranger who's paid to fuck you is doing exactly that. His cock is thrusting in and out of your pussy, which despite yourself, is soaking wet. You immediately try to move him off of you but your arms are raised above your head, chained to the headboard. Even your legs are bound to the bedposts, spread wide open, giving easy access for this pig to fuck you.

“Get off me you pig!” You protest in the only way you can, with your voice. The stranger ignores you, and if anything seems to enjoy himself more as you shout at him.

“If you wanted me to stop you wouldn't be so wet, slut!”

Unfortunately the man was right. Perhaps as a defense mechanism your **** body reacted to the cock being thrust in and out if it by producing more than enough lube; which was now causing you to feel a lot of pleasure. You can feel every vein and grove of the massive cock sliding along the walls of your pussy and at the apex of each thrust the stranger's belly rubbed up against your swollen clit. All you can do is bite your lip and turn your head hoping he will finish soon, preferably before you orgasm yourself.

Trying to keep your mind occupied, you begin to wonder if Mirabelle was right. Had the demon **** you and Leah actually turned you into submissive sluts? Here you are getting fucked by an ugly plump man, and your pussy is on fire. With even a slight lose of willpower you would fuck him back like no one’s business. Hell, why shouldn't you? Your body is already enjoying itself, your mind may as well too. You're tied up and getting fucked, so it's not like there is a way out of this.