Note: See "Was I Raped"
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15 minutes after my new Daddy fucked me, I met him back in the bar. The sexual haze having worn off, I planned on setting him straight.
"Look you brute," I said, mustering all the indignity I could. "I don't appreciate you bullying me like you did. I have half a mind to call the cops on you."
Slap.
Daddy had grabbed me by my upper arm and hit me.
"You fucking punk. I took your ass and you loved it."
Slap.
"Oh God, please stop. You're hurting me!" I pleaded.
"Listen to me bitch. this can be easy or this can go hard. It depends on you. I've turned lots of sissies out and believe me, you got more bitch in you than that waitress over there." Daddy was whispering in my ear.
I looked to where he was pointing. A pretty young woman was watching the interaction between my rapist and me. She as well as the other patrons had seen me getting slapped and pleading with Daddy to stop. They were snickering among themselves.
"Please sir" I cried softly. "Please don't hurt me anymore."
"What's that sir stuff girl? I thought I told you to call me Daddy."
"I apologize Daddy. This is a shock to me. I have a wife I have to go home to in a day or so. I'm not gay. I like having intercourse with my wife." I was trying hard to convince Daddy to leave me alone, that he's made a terrible mistake.
Taking me by my wrist, Daddy led me to a corner table. The other patrons were still snickering.
"What if it was them?" I thought smugly. "They wouldn't be laughing then."
Daddy let me sit first. "At least he's a gentleman" I thought.
Sitting close to me, both of us facing outward, Daddy dried my tears with his finger. then he offered it to me. He just held his finger at my lips waiting.
Instinctively I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth slightly and leaned forward, sucking his black digit into my mouth.
Daddy smiled when he saw how compliant I was becoming. He began to slowly finger fuck my mouth while talking to me. "In a little bit sweetheart, this finger will be replaced by my cock."
I shuddered at the thought.
I was still gently sucking Daddy's finger when the waitress who had witnessed my humiliation came over to take our order. I tried to pull back from the invading finger but Daddy locked his thumb under my chin, keeping his finger in my mouth. He ordered for both of us.
"Anna, how are you tonight?" Daddy was familiar with our server.