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Her captors? They thought it a wonderful joke, suggesting that "Maybe she doesn’t like the taste", and telling her she better get used to it, she would be drinking gallons of it. But they did allow her to basically recover before one of them came to stand in front of her. All she could see was his sneakers astride the little puddle of sperm, snot and saliva that she had managed to expel. A zipper was lowered "Get to work, hole!" She straightened some and looked up. A meaty cock dangled before her. "Wipe your face", she was ordered. Someone handed her her own shorts. She cleaned herself, had another small coughing fit, and then looked up again at the waiting cock. She’d never been fond of giving blow-jobs - putting a guy’s cock in your mouth was kind of gross - and with only a few exceptions had managed to successfully avoid the practice. But there would be no begging out of this one.
The pendulous cock twitched in anticipation. The humiliation was rising again. Being forced was bad enough, but now they wanted her to whore herself of her own volition. She should refuse. She should make them beat her senseless rather than give into their demands. But even as she stared at that expectant cock, she knew she would not have the courage. She opened her mouth obediently and moved up to engulf it.