Chapter 15

"Move your ass, whore," a voice from above me shouted into my face. Slowly I became conscious, fighting to open my eyes. My eye lids felt as if they were made of lead and my body seemed to be floating although I was lying on a cold, hard surface. There was a bright light just above my head but the room was dark and noisy. I could hear a lot of voices, laughter, loud music from a distance and the clinking of glasses all around me.

My body was being rocked back and forth and I had a slight weight on top of me so I knew I was getting fucked but I didn't know by who. I wasn't even sure where I was or how I got here. The last thing I remembered was struggling with Deek at his apartment and Ronnie jabbing me with that needle.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the man on me cried out as he suddenly stopped moving. I could feel him inside me now, his cock jerking and throbbing, spraying my insides with his seed. He remained connected to me for several long minutes, his foul breath showering my face with a putrid smell as he panted, trying to catch his breath.

"Lazy, whore," he barked at me. "If I wanted a cold bitch to fuck I'd go home to my wife!" he added moving away. Someone said something else to him about his wife to a round of laughter. I couldn't see much around me as the light was shining right in my face blinding me.

"Who's next?" I heard someone call out and immediately someone moved between my legs, jerking me down a few inches before entering me. I felt soaked inside and wondered how long I'd been here and how many men fucked me.

Turning my head to the side I noticed the dark green felt and the raised side of the table I was on. My vision was clearing and I saw there was a hole in the middle of the side and a dingy white ball with blue dots on it. I knew that I was on a pool table, but where?

"Suck my cock, slut!" someone yelled yanking my head to the other side. A hard, long cock was thrust against my lips and I opened my mouth. Hands were on my breasts, squeezing and pulling on them and others were brushing against whatever part of my body they could reach between the others crowded around me. The man thrusting back and forth on me suddenly began to slow and grunted several times before coming to a stop.

"I'm next," someone called out pushing my most recent lover aside and taking his place. I tried seeing beyond the group but with the bright light only a few feet above me and the surrounding area so dim, I could only see vague images of people standing around.

The guy I was sucking shifted to straddle my face and knocked the light from my eyes allowing me to finally see my surroundings. There were a few tables, neon lights, a long bar filled with men sitting on stools and drinking bottles of beer. Many others circled the pool table watching while the men shoved their cocks into me.

At the new angle he was able to easily reach the back of my throat and kept pushing the head further and deeper. I had been trained for this and just relaxed my throat, allowing it to fully penetrate my mouth. After a few strokes, he welded it to my mouth, his balls covering my eyes while he unleashed wads of his hot, gooey cum straight into my windpipe.

It was so deep in my throat that I couldn't swallow until he slowly pulled it out. Immediately I began to cough and tried to squirm away from the man pounding hard into me from below but someone grabbed my hair and I was yanked back down.

Two men from either side of me climbed on the pool table each jockeying for the next spot in my mouth and briefly both of their cock heads were pushed between my lips. The one on my right won out and the other man backed away but remained close. He wanted to be sure he'd be next.

The familiar grunting and moaning from the man plowing into my pussy gave testimony that he was adding his sperm to my already overfilled hole. I had a brief moment of emptiness as he withdrew but I was quickly refilled by some other nameless cock who enthusiastically attempted to break some unchallenged thrust record.

I felt my growing breasts and stomach flopping back and forth from his intense pounding and tried to put my hand down to push him away but it was intercepted and guided to a hard cock near my hip. His relentless blows continued as the large hand enveloped my hand and aided me in masturbating him.

Someone moved next to me on the other side and a struggled began as he tried to pull my other hand towards his cock. He won out and my left hand was now filled with a cock as well. My mind was suddenly getting clearer as the events of the past few hours began to creep back to my consciousness.

I began gagging as my mouth was suddenly filled with cum. The guy gave two last deep thrusts before pulling away, leaving a line of slime along my cheek. The last contender who lost out was suddenly there pushing his cock towards my mouth. I guess he wanted to be sure no one else beat him to me again.

The one slamming hard into me suddenly slowed his pace and began making strange noises as if he was being stabbed or something. Thirty seconds later he stopped moving and stayed that way until someone pulled him away from me.

"WAIT!" I yelled out pulling the guy's cock out of my mouth. "I gotta pee!" My bladder was filled and with the way that last guy fucked me, I couldn't hold it much longer.

"Give 'er a break, gentlemen," someone said stepping in to help me sit up. "I think she's earned one." He was tall, slightly older than Ronnie and very nice looking. I wondered why he was in a shitty bar with these assholes and then had to wonder that about myself too.

"Thanks," I said as he extended his hand to help me off of the pool table. It was a short hop down to the floor and when I landed, a large blob of cum plopped out of me dropping to the floor. My inner thighs were streaked with cum, most of it clear or dried but some fresh and thick.

My stomach prevented me from seeing my pussy directly but from the way it tingled, I was sure it was red and swollen. My legs were weak and shaking and the man who helped me down put his arm around me and helped me towards the restroom.

"I'll take 'er" I heard someone say and looked up to see Deek standing right in front of us with a scowling expression. The man stepped aside and Deek took his place and practically dragged me towards the restroom. My feet couldn't keep up with his pace and I kept losing my balance.

One thing I'll never understand about men and using the restroom is why are they such pigs in there? Trash and dirt every where, piss on the floors and toilet seats, dirty sinks and walls and the smell is the worst part of it. This restroom was one of the grossest ones I'd ever been in and the stench was overpowering.

I know this because Deek pulled me into the men's room and I didn't realize it until I saw how filthy it was and then the two urinals on the wall. I tried to say something but he pushed me into the one stall there and ordered me to take my much needed pee. No surprise there was no toilet paper and he handed me a few sheets of the brown paper hand towels from the dispenser before joining me in the small cubicle.

I half expected for him to tell me to suck him off as he was standing right in front of me. Instead I looked up and saw him pulling a needle out of his pocket and flicked the side with his finger a few times.

"Deek, no, I don't want that!" I said cowering onto the toilet seat.

"I don't give a fuck what you want. You're gunna get it," he said pulling the bright orange cap off. "Give me your fuckin' arm." I sat motionless for what seemed like a long time, but probably was only a minute or so.

The blow to the side of my head knocked me off the seat and onto the sticky, smelly floor between the wall and the toilet. Reaching down he pulled my arm up and I felt the stinging sensation right at the bend. I didn't look up, I couldn't and almost immediately I got butterflies in my stomach and felt warm all over. I closed my eyes as the sensation wash over me.

I must have zoned out for a bit after that initial injection as one minute I was on the filthy floor in the men's room, the next I was back on the pool table surrounded my several men, all wanting a piece of me.

"Wake up, bitch," someone was shaking me and I really felt like crap. My mouth was dry and my arms and legs felt heavy and itchy. I also felt nervous but I couldn't figure out why. "I said get up, dammit!"

I was naked, my skin clammy and my hair was plastered to me from sweat. I rolled over and looked up at the imposing figure looming above me. I fought to focus my eyes and slowly he became clearer. Shit, it was Ronnie.