with the truth again

You shrug. "She's not my girl. She's just some fuck pig I know."

The bartender sniggers. "Well, her life is going to change after today. Here, she's gonna need this." She twists off the cap on a bottle of Bud and hands it to you.

"You don't think she should be sober for this?" You ask.

"I don't care if she's sober. Neither does Mac," the bartender explains. "This is because Mac likes something clean and cool pouring out over his dick when he sticks it down a bitch's throat."

It shocks you to hear a beautiful woman to say those words so plainly. You have to remind yourself that this is the world you live in now. Hell, this is the world you're helping to shape.

You take a few steps toward Meredith and hold out the beer. Mac snatches it from your hand, then gives it to his new fuck pig. "Drink" he insists. And Meredith does, pressing the bottle to her lips and chugging it into her stomach. One of the men in the bar, one of the eager onlookers takes the empty bottle from her. And Mac asks. "Did you enjoy that?"

Meredith answers. "Yes, I..."

But her face is slapped hard before she can finish.

"Here's your lesson for today, fuck pig." Mac interrupts. "From now on, whenever a man speaks to you, you have one response. I don't care if he asks you a question, I don't care if he just says 'hello,' I don't care if he says 'how's that daughter of mine doing today,' you have one response. You get on your knees and you open up your face hole. Understand?"

Meredith takes a moment to process what has just been said to her. Then she gets on her knees and parts her lips.

What happens next happens fast. Mac takes a hold of her long hair, wrapping it around his left hand. With his right hand he unzips his zipper, reaches into his pants and pulls out at least a 10 inch cock. And then the tip is suddenly between her lips, then it's on her tongue, then it's down her throat, as far as possible, which is barely more than half then length of his member.

Meredith immediately starts to wretch. Her body shudders. Tears slide down her cheeks, making more of a mess of her dark makeup. Mac pulls his cock out. Thick, gooey strands of saliva stretch from the back of Meredith's throat to the tip of his meat.

"What, is that too much for you?" He asks.

"No, sir." Meredith whispers. And the response gets her another hard slap across the face.

"What did I say is your response from now on?" Mac asks with disdain.

Meredith takes a deep breath, nods, and opens her mouth wider than before.

Now that Mac has learned how deep his toy is, he commences with the skull fucking. Again he grabs her hair and thrusts his cock into her throat. This time pumping over and over and over, unrelentingly. Meredith gags and chokes, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth, sweat speckling all over her soft, young flesh, her makeup becoming a disaster.

Still, Mac thrusts his 10 inch punishment into her. Again. Again. Again. You can see it in his face that he doesn't care, not even a bit, whether she's in distress. Just as she said earlier, it's about his pleasure. Of course, he probably didn't need her to say it, to believe it.

Meredith's throat bulges. Her eyes roll back into her head several time. Pain? Suffocation? Or is there pinch of orgasmic pleasure rolling through her body.

Finally her throat can't take it any more. And the beer that's been inside her only for a few minutes pours back out through her lips, out over Mac's throbbing cock.

The men in the bar cheer.

Mac pulls his member out from Meredith's throat. She gasps for air. But he doesn't wait for her to compose herself. He flings her around like a rag doll, onto all fours. He reaches down into the puddle that once was beer, takes a handful. It's a real sloppy mess. He spreads it over Meredith's asshole.

"There. Now you're nice and lubed up." He says and pushes his manhood between Meredith's plump ass cheeks.

And he thrusts again and again and again. He takes another handful of hair and pulls hard, arching Meredith's sweaty back. The stick of sex fills the room. Meredith's panting is loud and labored. She's trying to find her breath and catch her breath and keep up.

"It must feel so good for your fuck pig holes to get some use. It must feel so good to have some purpose." Mac chirps with pride in his voice.

The men in the bar watch, each with a face of eager excitement, each with an erection tucked into their pants. You turn to the pretty bartender. Her lips are parted in a smug smile. She seems just as happy to be a part of this audience.

Finally Mac relents, and pulls his cock from Meredith's now wide asshole. "Turn around fuck pig." He orders. She obeys immediately. "Are you ready for the greatest moment of your life?" He asks.

And Meredith knows how to respond. She gets up on her knees and opens her mouth.

She's reward with a thick stream of cum over her messy, pretty face. Her lips tremble. She breathes a deep sigh, as if her painful but inevitable rebirth has reached its conclusion.

Mac's not quite done. He gives her one last slap. Spit, sweat and cum fling off her face across the room.

"Okay" he says, taking a step back. "You guys can have whatever's left of her."

And all the men in the bar begin pulling down their pants.