S1 NNF Tyler EP 99
S1 NNF Tyler EP 99
In the quiet of the night, I breathed in the aroma of my stall. The sweet smell of hay had an almost relaxing scent, but the musk of sex and the grease used to oil the milking machines lingered, nearly turning my stomach. My body and mind reeled from my recent impromptu encounter with Mike, or maybe I should rename him Fuck-Face Mike
Yeah, that had a nice ring to it. Fuck-Face Mike.
The evidence of his cum was still plastered to the inside of my legs. It was the only proof of what had transpired between us. But that son of a bitch didn’t rechain me, leaving me free to move around.
Fucking idiot.
I had a plan, and it was time to put it into action.
Keeping my head low, I retrieved the pen and keys I had stolen from him and dropped them in the corner of my stall. On my hands and knees, I felt around for them and found both.
The pen parts, once disassembled, would make an excellent tool for picking locks. And the keys… well, they were my ticket to getting the hell out of this place.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only minutes, I managed to pick the lock on my stall door.
The satisfying click of the lock disengaging was music to my ears. One step closer to freedom, or at least what I hoped would lead to freedom for me. But I wasn’t going to leave Alice behind. She needed me, and I needed her. Besides, with her being six and a half months pregnant, she was in no condition to fend for herself.
I moved quickly and silently to her stall, my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, and I saw Alice curled up in the corner. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she was awake. The soft rise and fall of her full chest and the slight twitch of her fingers gave her away.
As quietly as I could, I inserted the pen parts into the lock, my fingers working quickly and efficiently. Years of experience in picking locks came in handy for the second time since my captivity.
Well, maybe not years of experience but months… fuck, who’s counting anyway? The point was… I was good at it.
The lock gave way with a soft click, and I pushed the door open slowly, careful not to make any noise.
“Alice,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’m here to get you out, so get your ass up.”
Her eyes fluttered open, filled with a mix of hope and fear. She didn’t say a word, just nodded. I noticed a flicker of gratitude in her eyes, but also the uncertainty. She didn’t know what would happen, but she trusted me.
I went to work on her restraints, using the keys I had stolen. As quickly as I could, I unlocked the cuffs on her ankles and wrists. The weight of the chains falling to the ground was a relief, but we weren’t out of the woods yet. I used another key to unlock the chain connected to her collar. It fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Alice was free, but we still had to get out of the barn without being noticed.
We moved stealthily through the barn, taking advantage of the handlers’ distractions. Mike and a couple of others were busy fucking the other hucows, their grunts and moans filling the air. Some of the hucows were even kissing and making out with each other, drawing the handlers' full attention.
Slipping past them was easier than I expected, but I wasn’t about to let my guard down. Not yet.
Not ever where those crazy fuckers came into play.
Once outside, the cool night air hit my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. We were still naked, but that was the least of our worries. Freedom was within our grasp again, and nothing was going to stop us this time.
In the distance, I spotted Mike’s beat-up truck. It was our best chance of getting away from this hellhole. And fuck, it was an ugly piece of shit, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
“Come on, Alice,” I said, grabbing her hand and leading her toward the truck. “We’re getting the fuck out of here.”
As we reached the vehicle, I quickly climbed into the driver’s seat. I had no fucking idea how to drive, but it couldn’t be that hard, right? I mean, if Mike could do it, then so could I.
Seriously, how hard can it be?
Alice climbed in beside me, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation, her hands instinctively wrapping around her swollen belly as if to shield her unborn child from the impending chaos.
We were both utterly clueless about driving, having never needed to learn such a skill in our previous, more innocent lives. Yet here we were, thrust into a life-or-death situation where we had no choice but to figure it out on the fly.
I fumbled with the keys, my hands shaking from a mix of adrenaline and sheer terror. Every second felt like an eternity as I tried to remember the few times I’d seen someone start a car in movies or from the brief glimpses in my old life.
After what felt like a dozen failed attempts, the engine finally roared to life with a deafening growl. The sound was louder than I anticipated, and my heart skipped a beat, fearing it would alert the handlers to our escape.
“Hold on,” I said, my voice more brittle than I intended. I gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, my mind racing through the steps I thought I needed to take. “This is gonna be a bumpy-ass ride.”
With a deep breath, I yanked the gearshift, praying I’d chosen the right setting, and slammed my foot on the gas pedal. The truck lurched forward violently, throwing us both forward with a force that knocked the wind out of me. I struggled to keep the wheel steady as the vehicle swerved and wobbled like a drunken animal on the rough, uneven dirt road.
“Slow down!” Alice cried, her hands bracing against the dashboard, her body tensed like a coiled spring. “You’re going to—”
“I’m trying, goddamnit!” I snapped, though my anger was more at the situation than at her. I eased off the gas, and the truck’s wild bucking settled into a more manageable, if still precarious, wobble. The road stretched out before us like a jagged scar, each bump and pothole threatening to send us careening into the ditch.
As we put distance between ourselves and Naughty Nectar Farms, a fleeting sense of exhilaration washed over me.
So long, you crazy fuckers!