S1 NNF Tyler EP 97

It’s the wee hours of the night or early morning; I couldn’t say for sure. Time lost all meaning in this fucking place. The barn was silent; the only sound was the distant hum of the ventilation system. I leaned my head against the slats of my stall, whispering to Alice through the tiny gaps.

“How are you holding up?” My voice was barely above a whisper, but I knew it was risky to even talk. Still, I needed to know if she was okay. After all, she was the friend I had in this godforsaken place.

There was a pause before I heard her soft voice. “Tyler? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” I confirmed, my eyes scanning the space around us for any signs of movement. “How’s the baby?”

Alice sighed, and for a moment, I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. “The baby’s been moving a lot tonight. Lots of kicking.”

A pang of worry gnawed at my insides. “That’s a good sign, right? Means the little one’s doing okay.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” she replied, her tone uncertain. “But it’s hard to sleep with all this kicking going on.”

“Shit, girl. I can only imagine.” My body ached from the punishment I’d taken in the breeding arena earlier, but I didn’t want to dwell on that. Not when my friend needed reassurance.

Hell, she was growing a whole other person inside her.

“I just… I don’t know what to do,” Alice admitted, her voice trembling slightly.

“I know.” My heart ached for her. “We’ll figure something out. One way or another.”

But before I could say more, the sound of footsteps echoed through the barn, cutting off our conversation.

Fuck. Someone was coming, and we weren’t supposed to be talking. I sure as fuck hoped whoever it was didn’t hear us. If so, there’d be hell to pay, and right now, I wasn’t up to more punishment. The bruises from my last session in the breeding arena were still fresh, not to mention, my pussy and ass were sore—each movement of my body was a painful reminder of my punishment for my escape attempt.

I quickly moved away from the slats, the chains connected to my shackles and collar rattling like sinister wind chimes. Curled into a ball, I tried to look as small and innocent as possible. The handlers had a way of making even the most defiant girls here cower, and I had learned to play the part when necessary.

A few seconds later, the door to my stall creaked open, and in strolled Mike the asshole. His cocky attitude grated on my last nerve, but right now, I had bigger problems to worry about if he heard us. Mike was new, but he’d already made a name for himself among the girls—none of it good.

The guy was a fucking dickwad!

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, his eyes raking over my naked body like a butcher appraising a slab of meat. “What do we have here? A little birdie told me they heard you talking.”

Fuck. I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me squirm. Snitches were a common commodity here; everyone was just trying to survive, but it still stung to know that one of us had sold me out so quickly. Either that, or another handler told on me.

“Look, I won’t report you if…” He smirked, his hand moving to his belt buckle. “If you do something for me.”

I glared at him, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice. The handlers had absolute power, and resistance only led to more suffering. “Fine. What do you want?”

“You’ve got one hell of a mouth on you, and I’ve got a cock that needs some attention,” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “So, it’s time you put that pie hole of yours to work. Now, be a good whore. On your knees.”

Inwardly, I seethed, but outwardly, I complied.

This wasn’t the first time a handler had leveraged their authority for something like this, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. Survival here meant picking your battles, and this was one I couldn’t afford to fight.

Crawling to my knees, I positioned myself in front of him. He unzipped his pants, freeing his already hard shaft. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible.

The taste of him was revolting, a mix of sweat and pre-cum, but I forced myself to ignore it. I worked his shaft, sucking and licking, and I even massaged and sucked on his fucking balls, which had gnarly hair growing on them, hoping to speed up the process. But he kept thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth with more stamina than I thought he’d have after a day of fucking inside the breeding arena earlier.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, threading his fingers through my hair, guiding my head as I bobbed up and down on his cock. Each movement sent a jolt of pain through my already sore body, but I bit back the whimpers. I couldn’t let him see how much this was breaking me.

As I worked on taking him deeper, my mind drifted to Alice. She was in no shape to endure something like this right now, and I took a small, bitter comfort in the fact that it was me and not her. At least for tonight. The thought of her and the baby gave me a sliver of strength, enough to keep going.