He gets you drunk

You take a quick stock of your situation. You have lost a bet to a man who seems to be as sadistic and domineering as you are. He is treating you exactly as you would treat a voluptuous victim if you had the chance. This leaves you buck ass naked, in the middle of a seedy outlaw bar, with your hands attached to the base of his seat, forcing you to kneel in between his legs and facing his groin. In other words, the optimum blow job position.

“Now, now, now. Let it not be said that Jacque is not a man of his word.” He grabs your hair into a ponytail and forces your head back so that you are looking up. From the corner your eyes you watch him as his other hand brings the beer to your mouth, still held open by the ring gag. “I would advise drinking quickly.”

For half a second your puzzled by what he means. Then he tips the beer into your mouth. You almost **** before you realize that you need to swallow continuously. The cruel mistress known as gravity gives you no relief as Jacque drains the beer into your ring-gagged mouth. It’s been a while since your partying days, but you do remember how to chug a beer. As the last drops fall from the bottle you pant heavily. That was almost fun. Almost.

Not releasing your hair, Jacque sets the empty beer down, and unzips his pants. His member is as impressive as you suspected from grinding against it and surprisingly bushy. Typical Europeans I guess. You are not allowed to admire it. With a relentless grip your head is shifted into position open mouth is moved forward. “Lick the tip,” he instructs.

A shock rewards you when you don’t comply quickly enough. Gingerly, you stick out your tongue. A salty taste greets your taste buds as you caress the tip. You roll your tongue around the edge of his circumcision and are rewarded with a sigh. Reaching as much as his grip allows you move your tongue over every bit of his cock that you can reach, extracting the smallest dribble of precum.

Deciding that is enough foreplay, your head is shoved down. All the way down. His dick pushes against and closes off the back of your throat. “CCCKHUHK! KHUCKK!” You try and get free but are powerless as he holds you against his dick. After a few seconds he pulls you back and allows you a single breath before pushing you back down.

Through your struggles you hear, “Another round please? Merci.” He pulls you back for air and you whimper. “I assume you are not such a lightweight to be drunk off of one beer, oui?” He chokes you with his cock again.

Your gag reflex is repeatedly tested until the beer comes. It takes quite a while as the late night crowd is showing up and service is really slow. Mostly because the patrons keep on molesting the **** waitresses. When someone trips over you while you're servicing Jacque, he decides to move you. You are goaded via shocks and ass slaps under the table and out of the way. He positions you so that you are kneeling between his legs, facing his cock. Your hands are still clipped to the seat of his chair via the cuffs, which made relocating you difficult. It is very constricted, and even if Jacque wasn’t constantly forcing your head down, you would still be crouched, lest you bang your head. In the shadows underneath the table, your whole world exists between Jacques legs.

In a way you are almost grateful. No one can see your humiliation, even if being chained up and kneeling under the table is a **** position. By the time the beer comes, you are thoroughly light headed from all the deep throating and become more so after Jacque makes you chug it again.

After the third beer are definitely feeling tipsy. Repeated oxygen deprivation and beer pounding takes its toll on a girl. Fortunately, Jacque has finally seemed to have tired of breath play and is allowing you to suck his cock on your own terms. He retains a firm grip on your hair, and will offer “guidance” when do not perform to his satisfaction. You can’t help but be impressed by his stamina and control. You’re not sure how long he’s kept you here, but your pretty sure you would have made a lesser man cum by now. It’s beginning to feel like a challenge. Without prompting from Jacque, you swallow his entire manhood. It’s easier to do when you have control as opposed to Jacque. “Very good mademoiselle. You are adjusting to your new position quite nicely.”

He releases your hair and reaches down to caress your nipple. You give the smallest of moans as he gently brushes a circle around your areola. Unbidden, the image of what you must look like pops into your mind. Nude and kneeling before a strong, if silly man. Your hands locked in place to keep you in a position of servitude. Your mouth **** open to receive the gift that is his cock. He is rewarding you for good behavior by giving your nipples some desperately craved attention. The image of a beautiful women (anyone really) submitting has always, always, turned you on. Even if said beautiful women is a buxom bounty hunter with fiery red hair such as yourself.

As your lower lips moisten, part of you wants more. Attention between your legs would be a nice start, but you suspect (hope) that Jacque is saving that for later. The answer to your unspoken desires comes from an unexpected source. “Monsieur Saul,” Jacque calls excitedly, “please, come join me.”

Why does that name sound familiar? You try to look at the newcomer but as soon as you pull your head back Jacque forces it back down, **** you as punishment. Alien vocal cords produce a deep toned language that sound familiar, but you can’t quite place given your split attention.

“It has been a long time hasn’t it. I will admit I was quite surprised to see you here tonight. I thought there was a bounty on your head.”

He is not going to just have a casual conversation while this is happening. You are Natalia Demsys. When you give someone pleasure, you are their world. You increase your intensity in an effort to distract him, and hopefully convince him to go back to pleasuring your teats.

To Jacques credit, he continues his conversation, although he is somewhat distracted. “Good for you mon ami. Mmmh, I always thought that Crespar was an asshole and I’m glad he was eaten by slucks.” That alien language again. You can almost place it, but most of your efforts are dedicated towards convincing your dom to give you some love. The alien repeats itself.

“Oh, pardon moi. You see, I have won a small wager with an unlucky bounty hunter. She is now repaying her debt to moi. She can be quite distracting.” The alien voice offers what you guess is a question. “Of course! I feel rude for not offering sooner my old ami. Help yourself.”

You son of a-HHMMMNNN. Your internal protests are cut off as an invader finds your nethers. Preempting you, Jacque pushes your head down on his cock and all you can do is futile wiggle your head back in forth in a vain attempt to identify the intruder. Realizing that Jacque is not going to let you remove your mouth from his dick, you resign yourself to simply enjoy it. You were hoping for some vaginal stimulation after all.

You are pleasantly surprised that whoever this newcomer is they were kind enough to use lube. The ribbed member easily slides into your already wet pussy and the combination of your juices and the lubricant it’s using make for smooth, deep thrusts. You moan into Jacques cock and forget about trying to identify the invader. He can just keep on doing what he’s doing. You develop a smooth steady rhythm that is matched by your two partners. You rock back onto Saul’s member and then forward into Jacque. If you were a dom, you would be pleased that the submissive was doing such a fine job of pleasing two cocks at once. As a sub, you just enjoy the moment

The moment is thrown ajar when you feel something cool and moist press against your rosebud. You’ve been on the other side of this equation to know what’s coming next. After far too short a time to brace yourself, a second phallus, you can’t tell if it’s natural or artificial, stretches your pucker. Once again you vainly squirm and wiggle, but it’s no use. Jacque’s grip is too firm, and there is no room to maneuver under the table anyways. The two cocks alternate their thrusts, each one deeply penetrating your holes. All the while Jacque is face fucking you.

You can hear them talking but you can’t make out the words. The entirety of your world consists of Jacques rock hard cock and the two unknown but not unwelcome assailants penetrating you from behind. With each thrust from Jacque, your tongue slides along his smooth shaft and you get a face full of pubes. Your pussy and anus are each deeply filled. They must be dildoes. No dick wiggles like that inside you. They writhe, tickle, and most importantly, pleasure your inside. With each of your holes filled, you climax violently. “HRMMMGH!”

Mercifully, Jacque releases you. “I must go to the little boys room Saul and then I must depart this fine establishment. Will you keep my guest company while I am gone? I am afraid there is quite the line.” More deep rumblings that you assume are an affirmative. “Merci.” He unclips your hand cuffs from the chair so that he can push it back and departs. You breathe heavily, still recovering from your orgasm when you feel something wet slide it’s way up your flat belly towards your chest.

Looking down you see a slimy, purple, tentacle. Slowly you turn your head to see two similar appendages still lodged inside you. You freak out. “Ahh, nghh!” Scrambling and screaming, you try to crawl away. It’s difficult with your hands cuffed, but with the adrenal surge you have from surprise, you make it out from under the table. You get 5 feet before a single tentacle wraps around your ankle, and slowly drags you back. You claw at the floor for purchase, but there is none to be had.

It’s not that you are against tentacles, you’re really not. It’s the 42nd century and you’re open minded. But you need to be in the right frame of mind to have tentacle sex. You can’t just spring it on a girl.

Another tentacle grabs your free leg as it flails about and pulls you up. Your legs are spread apart and pulled into the air so that your hips are in the air and your nethers are fully exposed. Your hands are still trying to pull yourself free. Looking back over your shoulder you recognize the alien as the one who broke the chandelier from earlier. Its body is just a purple mass with a wide smile on it’s blob-like face. A dozen tentacles sprout from its side and it seems like all of them reach toward you.

“NNNNHHH-urghkhk!” A tentacle is **** inside your mouth and begins thrusting quickly. More grab your hands and torso and lift you of the ground, suspending you in the air. You try and resist but there are too many of them and they are too strong. Once again your cunt and your ass are both filled and fucked. Your struggles only seem to excite him and he lifts you above his head for the whole bar to see. Not that many notice. There are similar sites going on throughout the bar.

Smaller whip like tentacles begin striking your exposed tits and ass. Squeals of pain work their way around the tentacle stuffed in your mouth. They are muffled when a tentacle constricts itself around your neck **** you; not so much that you’ll suffocate, but enough to make the orgasm that is building will be far more intense than the previous one.

Yes, another orgasm is coming. Pain, humiliation, restraint. These are some of your favorite things. You chose your lifestyle so that they would be your constant companion in one form or another. To be fair you like to be on the inflicting side of the equation, but you can’t help yourself. In spite of the horrible circumstances, this checks off all your boxes and as this alien abuses your nude body in front of all these strangers, you squirt all over him.

Saul is apparently pleased with himself because your orgasm sets him off. He leaves the tentacle in your pussy inside and you feel his hot jizz fill you. He pulls out the ones in your mouth and anus and finishes all over your face and ass. You close your eyes as hot spunk hits your face. On your back, more warmth tells you that he left another something to remember him by.

For a moment he leaves you there, hanging in the air and covered in alien spunk. He makes sure to show off your leaking slit to a random passerby, before setting you down on the table. You can do nothing but lie there, covered in his seed with your legs hanging off the table while you wait for Jacque. It takes a while and the twitching of Saul’s tentacles makes you nervous that he is ready for round two. Mercifully, Jacque returns before Saul’s libido. “Well. I see you two enjoyed yourselves while I was gone.” Saul replies cheerfully. “Yes, I apologize for the delay. Someone has strapped slaves into three of the four stalls in the restroom so it is taking people some time to relieve themselves.” He looks down at you. “Ready to go?”