I was under a bridge… It was cold, wet, and I could see snow where the light managed to peak in. I was tied also, unable to move or feel my fingers or toes. I began to squirm, try to wiggle my way to safety. It was so cold and the knots were too tight. I was just so tired… Then a man came over, his face 100 years old and sweat, piss, and alcohol just emanated from his pores. “Haay… there pretty lady…” he slurred, hiccuping before laughing. Squatting to look at me more closely, giving my cheek an affectionate smack that stung and felt amazingly warm at the same time he stood up, tripping over his own drunk feet and I heard his zipper pulling down. I could smell his cock from the ground where I was. His cock was huge! It was disgusting though too covered in smegma and I was pretty sure sores… I whimpered. Trying to scream for help but he knelt back down shushing me. “Don’ worry girly. All girlies like Big Johns cock.” He slurred putting all his weight onto my back and tied arms. It felt like they were gonna pop out of socket and then she shoved that dirty, smelly, diseased cock up my dry pussy. Groaning in pleasure as I screamed in pain. “Ah… So tight.” he moaned fucking me hard and deep as I sobbed into the ground. His cock feeling as if he was ripping me open. “See girly. This cock so good…” he slurred again, grunting with each fleshy thrust. Burying himself hilt deep as he throbbed and filled me with his cum. He pulled out. Scratching his belly as I saw his cock dripping with cum, it was a thick yellow color and to think it was inside of me made my stomach turn. I had no idea what he was going to do with me next but I hoped to all the gods and beings that are holy that he untied me and let me go somewhere warm. I was not expecting him to look at me. Laugh and call me a slut before a strong and dark stream of piss splashed onto my face. He covered me in the vile liquid and chuckled to himself as if he was proud, and then left me there. To freeze to death covered in his fucking piss…
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