I Suck His Dick

There's no point in resisting. Even if I had some daring escape plan to get out of this situation, I have nowhere near close enough energy left to enact it. Besides, I tell myself, what's one more blowjob at this point?

I meekly nod as I open my mouth, strands of the day's cum can still be seen on my tongue. The guard shoves his thick cock into my mouth, and I begin to suck on it. Lacking in strength, the best I can offer is to bob my head up and down slightly; my mouth is hardly able to keep a grip at this point.

I continue at it for a few more minutes as the guard grows more and more impatient. Several times he smacks me on the head and tells me to speed up. I comply as best I can, doing my best to increase my speed and grip on his dick.

Eventually he grows tired of my attempts, and takes my head in both of his large hands. With a grunt he shoves his dick as deep as it will go into my mouth. I instantly begin gagging on the hard cock, and the taste of semen-flavored vomit begins to rise up in the back of my throat.

The guard shows no mercy as I ****, and begins ramming his cock down my throat as fast as he can. Muffled moans and gags are all the sounds that I can make as I fear that he will **** me to **** with a combination of dick and cum. I frantically pull against the ropes that hold me in place, causing me to sway about slightly. One of the other guards mentions something about me being a moving target, causing the guard who is throat-fucking me to laugh and continue to spear me with his dick no matter which way I squirm.

I feel his dick grow harder, and realize he's about to cum. I'm already at my limit, and I don't think my stomach can handle anymore liquid today. On top of that, his dick has brought me to the breaking point. I **** and moan as he tightens his grip on my once luscious hair, now stained and dirty. His right hand slaps my tit once, leaving a stinging sensation.

"Eat... My... Dick... Elf-Whore!" the guard pants as he tightens his grip on my head I begin to think that if he doesn't **** me to **** with his cock, he'll instead crush me to **** with his hands. At this point, I'm not even sure which fate I prefer. At last, the guard takes one more deep breath, I let out one more semen-garbled plea, and he stabs his dick as far down my throat as it will go.

A hot stream of jizz shoots down my throat, causing my eyes to go wide and my entire body to heave. I start ****, and my head begins to feel light from the lack of oxygen. The vomit I felt at the back of my throat comes to the fore, and my whole body trembles. At the last second, the guard pulls out of my mouth and steps to the side, causing me to send a mixture of vomit and semen, the only contents in my stomach, onto the floor. I continue to cough and **** up the substance as tears stream down my cheeks.

"Ugh... Bleh...GUHHHHH!" I let out as I taste the semen that went down my throat throughout the day come back up in one large pile. All I can taste is that awful taste. All I can feel is my sore body, and the ropes holding me in place. All I can hear is the laughter of my sadistic captors.

"Gods be damned, isn't the janitor sick?" I hear one of the men mutter.

"Stupid elf-bitch," I hear as the rope holding my wrists above my head goes slack, allowing me some comfort. The comfort is, of course, short lived as my head is grabbed and shoved into the semen vomit covering the floor.

"It's not nice to make extra work for sick people!" I am told as a hand roughly stews my head about, covering my face in semen and vomit.