S1 NNF Tyler EP 98

Mike’s breathing grew heavier, more ragged, and I dared to hope that he’d finish sooner than later. My jaw ached, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. But then he pulled my head back, yanking on my hair so hard that I thought he might tear a chunk out.

I looked up at him, his face a twisted mask of sadistic pleasure.

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easy,” he said, his voice a cruel whisper. “I want to savor this.”

Oh, fuck. I thought. Just what I need…

He released my hair, and I sank back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My jaw throbbed, and I knew I’d be even more fucked for the rest of the week because of this. “So, are we done?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“Not by a long shot, whore,” he said, stroking his cock slowly, teasingly. “I like to take my time with my playthings.”

Minutes passed, and my jaw ached from the effort. I watched him stroke his cock, hoping he’d just get it over with and blow his wad.

At this point, I didn’t care if he pumped cum on my face or in my mouth. I just wanted him to finish and get the fuck out of my stall. But apparently, it wasn’t enough for him. No, the greedy fucker wanted more.

He shoved his cock in my mouth again, pounding my face hard enough that I kept getting a nose full of pubs.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he praised, but there was something else in his tone, something that made me uneasy. “But I want to feel that tight pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.”

Son of a bitch. I had a feeling this was coming.

He pulled me off his dick for a second time, then reached for the chains that bound my wrists and ankles to the wall. With a few quick movements, he unchained me, leaving only the chain connected to my neck.

“Stand up,” he ordered, his voice carrying the weight of unquestionable authority.

I struggled to my feet, my legs wobbly from the earlier exertion and the sheer fatigue that had settled into my bones. He surveyed me for a moment, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger, then took a step forward and grabbed my waist.

With an effortless lift, he hoisted me up and turned, pressing my back hard against the stall wall. The cold wood sent a shiver through my already trembling body.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded, his breath hot against my ear.

I hesitated for a split second, knowing what was coming and dreading the pain it would bring. But defiance here was futile and dangerous, especially now that only a handful of handers worked the night shift.

Slowly, I complied, hooking my legs around his hips, feeling his rigid cock press against my wet folds. My body had betrayed me, conditioned to respond despite the lack of any true desire.

“Good girl,” he murmured, a sickening sweetness in his tone. He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip of his cock. “So, you can obey. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

With a brutal thrust, he sank his cock deep into my sore, aching pussy.

I gasped, the air rushing from my lungs as a wave of pain crashed through me.

He started fucking me immediately, hard and fast, each stroke sending sharp jolts through my core. My back scraped against the rough wood, the collision of our bodies creating a rhythm of painful percussion that soon turned into a deliciously punishing pounding of my pussy.

His hands were not idle. One roamed over my ass, squeezing and groping with rough, calloused fingers. The other found its way to my breasts, mauling them with a cruel eagerness. He pinched my nipples hard enough to elicit a cry, which I quickly stifled by biting my lip until I tasted blood.

“Damn, you’ve got some nice tits,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He leaned in, his mouth opening to take one of my nipples.

The heat of his breath and the wetness of his tongue were almost a relief from the relentless pinching, but then he sucked hard, drawing the creamy goodness from it with a fervor that bordered on cannibalistic.

I tried to disassociate, to float away from my body and the agony it was enduring. My mind drifted to memories of happier times, to the warmth of Mrs. Green’s kitchen and the smell of freshly baked bread. But the illusion shattered quickly as another thrust from Mike brought me crashing back to the present.

He was talking again, though his words blended into a nauseating slurry of sounds. Something about how he could make this a regular thing, how he’d take care of me if I just played along. His delusions of benevolence made me want to scream, but I saved my breath. I needed every ounce of strength just to survive this place.

As his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic, I knew he was close. I could feel it.

A twisted sense of relief washed over me; the end was in sight. But then he bit down on my nipple, and a scream tore from my throat despite my best efforts to hold it in. The pain was blinding, and tears streamed down my face.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice rising with his impending climax. He released my nipple from his teeth and crushed his mouth against mine, kissing me with a savage hunger.

I didn’t kiss back, but I also didn’t resist. My body was too broken, sore, and far too tired to fight.

“Damn, you’ve got some nice tits,” he said before latching onto one of my nipples, sucking the creamy goodness from it.

While he was distracted, I took the opportunity to reach for something, anything, that could help me. My fingers brushed against the pen in his pocket, and I managed to slip it out without him noticing. Then, I felt the keys clipped to his beltloop—another potential lifeline.

Quickly, I dropped both items in the corner of my stall, where they sank out of view.

He continued to pound into me, his grunts growing louder with each thrust. “Fuck. I could do this all night.”

Shit. I hoped not.

Minutes ticked by like hours, and finally, he tensed, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.

When he was done, he pulled out and let me slide down his body until my feet touched the ground again. “Kneel, whore.”

I dropped to my knees, knowing what was coming next.

“Clean it.” He shoved his cum-covered cock into my mouth, and I licked him clean, tasting both of our fluids mixed together.

Once he was satisfied, he tucked his dick back into his pants and zipped up. “Good girl. Next time, maybe I’ll take your ass.”

I didn’t respond, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me thank him. Plus, if I had my way, there wouldn’t be a next time.

He left my stall, locking it from the outside before walking off, his footsteps echoing through the barn once more.

As soon as he was gone, I let out a shuddering breath. My body ached, cum ran down my inner thighs, and my mind raced with thoughts of escape.