Weve been talking for a while when i invite you out for drinks. We have a good time, and im a perfect gentleman. I buy your drinks, your meal, a new shirt to replace the one you spilled a drink on. Afterward, i invite you to my place for coffee. You agree, because ive been so nice all night and weve been talking awhile- you trust me. We get to my house, and have a few cups of coffee, just chatting, i ask about your plans for the future, where you see yourself in a few years. You try to answer, but you cant seem to form the words. Your tongue feels thick, your head and hands heavy. As you begin to panic, i lean closer and rest a hand on your shoulder. The weight and warmth of my hand is almost comforting, until i tell you where I see you a few years from now- broken, bred, trained and taught to love being in your rightful place, collared and chained, nothing more or less than an obedient collection of holes. You want to fight, to get away but you're so dizzy, you dont understand- the coffee. As the realization sets in that you wont be gettijg away, you hear the jingle of my belt, struggle to turn your head, just in time to see my pants slide onto the floor, hard cock throbbing inches from your pretty lips, and you cant help it, your pussy is wet and tingling. Even as you try to jerk your head away, to put up some show of resistance, your body knows tht this is RIGHT. This is what you were made for. Even if you dont think you want this, youll learn to eventually. Whether it takes a few weeks or a few years, by the end youll be just like the others, a worthless, greedy bitch in heat.
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