Not Quiet Yet

“I'm not through with you yet. But l will be! Cunt!”

Emma attempted to crawl away again, she heard him undoing his zipper again. As she looked back, she saw the man taking off his pants, underwear and shorts this time. She picked up the speed of her crawling trying to get away from this man and find help. But she wasn't fast enough. He stepped on her back, forcing her to fall flat onto her stomach once more.

"I'm going to tie you up this time." He said as he ripped her dress from her body. He used the dress and tied Emma's hands together behind her back. "I learn't my lesson last time."

He turned Emma onto her back, with her hands smushed underneath her.

"No. Please. Not again, let me go." She begged.

"Shut up, whore." He said. "You know what I will let you go. After I am finished with you."

"No."

He slapped her across the face and he took out his knife again, he traced it around her huge breasts, then down her body, and once he reached her vagina, he put his knife back in his shirt pocket. He did that to threaten Emma.

His left hand lashed out, striking her bare breast with stinging ****. Emma sobbed against the man's violent slaps.

He slapped her breast again, and again, each stinging blow bringing another sob of pain out of her lips. Emma froze, hoping that might stop the pain. The man slapped her breast one more time, before grabbing hold of it roughly and pinching her hard, nipple.

Sobbing, Emma tried to stand perfectly still while the rough man **** his tongue into her mouth and mauled and pinched her breast. His lips, tasting of **** and smoke, continued to press violently against her own. She yielded, letting him thrust his tongue into her mouth.

Hope sprang in her as his hand ceased to maul her naked tit. For a moment, she dared hope he had tired of this game. Maybe he would finally let her go.

Instead, the strong hand pressed between her legs. Emma whimpered as he thrust it up between her thighs, touching her most sensitive places.

"You little slut," the rough man laughed against her lips.

He laughed as she squirmed and whimpered, trying to get away from his probing, pinching fingers but finding nowhere to go. Her struggles only seemed to work his strong fingers deeper inside her. Worse, she could feel herself responding, getting slicker as he touched her.

Perversely, his fingers seemed to find her most sensitive places. Her own wetness spilled over him as he touched her, teased her. His kisses, harsh and violent, seemed to inflame her. Even his hand at her throat, making her gasp and struggle for breath, fed the inescapable rush of sensation. She felt herself clenching, shivering at the edge. She sobbed as this strange, violent man's touch pushed her over. Her whole body quivered in violent reaction.

Slowly, the rough man pulled a little back from her. Involuntarily, Emma whimpered as his fingers withdrew from inside her. The man **** Emma to get up on her knee and she was now face to face with his cock.

Firmly and steadily, he pulled her head forward. She smelled the saltiness and musk of him, felt the firm, spongy tip of him press against her lips. She made no move to resist, allowing the thick heat of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue and bobbing her head with his rhythm as he thrust into her face. Maybe, she told herself, he'll finally let her go if she does this well enough.

His thrusts battered against her face, and she struggled to accommodate, to take him as deeply as he wanted, to let him use her and maybe, finally be finished. She felt the flesh of him harden and swell in her mouth. ****, she bobbed her head faster, trying to bring him to completion, to end this soon.

He began to thrust into her again, pushing himself once more into her mouth with growing urgency. This time, he didn't stop, and a moment later his first release flooded between Emma's lips. Even as she struggled to swallow, he suddenly pulled himself from her obedient lips. Spurts of white, sticky cum rained down from her mouth, onto her breasts and stomach.

After a while, the man, pushed her and she fell onto her back once more. She was surprised to see that his cock was fully erected again at the speed. He quickly got on top of Emma and she cried out as he thrusted his erect cock into her vagina. The impact of his flesh into hers rocking her forward.

Holding her hips, he drove himself deep into her wet, warm flesh. Every thrust was hard and brutish, the slapping sound of their bodies meeting seeming to fill the tunnel.

"You like that, don't you slut," he growled into her ear as he violently trusted into her. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, you're a slut and you love me fucking you."

"No," Emma whimpered, shaking her head, even as her body made her a liar.

Her hips bucked instinctively against him. Her legs spread wider, her ass angled up to take him in even deeper.

"Cum for me slut," he snarled, thrusting hard into her willing body.

"No," she moaned, shoving back against him.

She felt herself quivering again at the edge of another orgasm. Her head shook in denial even as she felt herself swollen with need, evidence of her arousal smeared down her naked thighs.

The rough man drove himself into her, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair. She could feel him stiffening and pulsing deep inside her.

Again, Emma came hard, desperately driving herself onto his cock as her muscles clenched around him, groaning as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her boneless with him still hard inside her. At that moment the man’s shot another load of cum into Emma vagina, and as he pulled out, the cum ran down her thighs.

Panting, she looked up to see him put his clothes back on. When he walked over to Emma, he had a grin on his face, he lifted his phone from a pocket. The flash was startlingly bright in the dark of the tunnel as the rough man snapped picture after picture of her, lying in the dirty tunnel, her cum covered breasts, pussy and some on her flushed face.

"Now I'm through with you." He said as he ran away around the corner and the sound of his shoes hitting the cement ground, quickly disappeared.

Emma stayed laying on the cement ground, with her hands still around her hands. He entire body was covered in cum, she felt sick. With all of her ****, Emma managed to get to her feet and she slowly stumbled through the tunnel the way she entered. She finally made it to the ramp exit but the ramp was much to hard to walk up because she was exhausted but managed to get to the top. The second she got onto the sidewalk, she fell to the ground and screamed for help.