A gruff, tall, fat old man sees me at the hardware store. He decides he wants me. Before I can even react he’s grabbed me with a hand over my mouth, dragging me out of the store through the back door.
Back at his house, we are alone in the woods. He slings me over his shoulder and brings me into his shed. Quickly he ties me up and gags me with my panties. He affixes a pussy pump to me and pumps it as hard as he can, my flesh filling up the cup.
He whistles to himself as he slides me under a work table and then covers it with a huge tarp. After that I hear him walk away and lock the door.
I’ve lost track of time but it must be hours later when I hear the loud opening of the shed door.
My pussy feels completely numb at this point, and I feel light headed from all my blood collecting in one place. It hasn’t even been more than half a day and I was beginning to loose my mind a bit, feeling the true helpless of my situation. No one to talk to or to help me, no one even knows where I am and I’ve been attached to a scary contraption and then hidden away like some toy.
I hear him walk to the fridge in the shed, grab a can of beer and then crack it. I moan and try to plead through my gag.
“Oh, I forgot you were there. It’s time to have some fun!” He says, slurring his words a bit. I begin to hear how drunk his gait is as he stumbles over to the work table I’m stuck under. It shudders above me as he uses it to steady himself. He rips off the tarp and his bloodshot eyes go wide at the sight of me and my pussy in the pump.
He releases the pressure, and drools as he tries to remove the pump from my pussy. It’s so swollen that it’s stuck in the cup, he tugs roughly a couple times before it releases with a loud POP and the wet sounds of my arousal. He grabs me like a ragdoll and sits me on the table, turning on a bench lamp to get a good look at his work.
My pussy looks more like a fleshlight now, exaggerated puffy lips, pink, flushed skin and I’m so wet it’s gotten all over my thighs, leaving a sheen on my fat cunt.
He laughs to himself and smacks it, hard. The pumped flesh jiggles around as he continues to hit it back in forth. I feel humiliated and begin to whine at the pain.
He notices and smiles, before grabbing me suddenly and running out of the shed.
He brings me back into his filthy house, with trash and food everywhere. He plops on his couch and sets me in his lap, my back to his huge belly and my legs being held open by the rope tie.
He watches football with me on his lap like a dolly. His fat cock rubs against my ass, especially when he’s getting excited about a play. On commercial breaks he just plays with my fat lips, treating my most sensitive area like a stim toy,
Halfway through the game his team starts losing. Every bad play and he’s slapping my pussy with all his rage. The ref makes a bad call—SMACK. The quarterback makes a bad throw—SMACK. Their best player get tackled—SMACK. By the end of the final quarter tears flow down my face and my pussy is red hot and stinging. I can’t take anymore but even if he could hear me through the gag he wouldn’t care. The final play happens and they lose by two point. He yells, stands up and then goes hard on my pussy, smacking it back and forth with two hands as I try to struggle away. He wrestles me down to the floor and sticks his fat ugly dick between my hot folds. I’m helpless under his significant body weight as he aggressively fucks me. He cums in me with a loud grunt. I know he won’t be letting me go anytime soon.
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