Abused In a Bar

In a dimly lit bar, where drinks flow free,
I found myself surrounded by a group of three.
They bought me shots, my mind grew hazy,
As they pushed their hands where they shouldn't be.

Against the pool table, they held me tight,
Playing with me, causing me fright.
I tried to protest, but my words came out wrong,
As they treated me like I didn't belong.

One pulled my arms away and holds my wrists together,
while the other stick his hand back down my pants.
groping at the growing wetness around my slit,
he claimed “I think this whore wants us to fuck it, boys!”

And his friends cheered while he undoes my pants.
They spread my legs and started to toy with me.
sliding fingers in and out, pulling on my clit,
pinching me and laughing while I flinch.

One grabbed a pool cue, a sickening sight,
Forcing it inside me, ignoring my plight.
all the men at the bar laughed and jeered,
As they filmed my trauma, feeding on my fears.

“Oh, poor baby”, one of the men mocks,
and pinches the inside of my thigh “Stupid little hoe,”
says another, “don’t you know that hole only exists to get fucked?”
And he adds his rough fingers in along side the pool cue

“Okay, that’s enough boys,” someone said,
and I thought I might finally be done.
Until he pulled out his hard cock and added
“Lets see how many cocks it can take at once?”