My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 279: 279. Crawling To The Park While Getting Thrusted From The Back!**

He pushed deeper, his hips grinding against her as he worked himself in. He wasn’t just seeking penetration; he was reveling in the sensation of her body, the way her wetness coated him, the way her heat seemed to swallow him whole.

He could feel the grit of the alley and the slickness of her fluids working together, creating a friction that was both intense and incredibly primal.

As he buried himself halfway into her, he paused, letting her body adjust to the massive intrusion. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his hands reaching around to squeeze her breasts, his fingers tracing the line of her ribs.

"You taste like a bitch and smell like a dog," he growled into her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. "And you’re going to take every inch of me, no matter how much you moan about it."

Madison could only respond with a broken, rhythmic sob. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: the sheer, unmitigated humiliation of being filled while still covered in her own waste and the terrifying, exquisite pleasure of his massive weight stretching her wide.

She was no longer an actress, no longer a woman of status; she was simply a vessel, a wet, warm, and beautifully broken creature, being claimed by the man who had mastered her every sense.

The silence of the alley was shattered by the violent, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin and the wet, squelching sounds of Mike’s relentless assault. He wasn’t being gentle; he was fucking her with a primal, punishing ferocity that seemed designed to shake her very soul.

Each thrust was deep and heavy, his massive cock driving into her pussy with such force that her entire body jolted forward with every impact.

Madison’s head was buried in the grit, her muffled cries lost against the pavement. Her mind was a fractured mess of sensory overload and sheer, unadulterated panic. ’

It’s too much... there’s too much inside me!’ she screamed internally, her thoughts spiraling into madness. ’I have that heavy, cold tail stretching my ass, and now... now he’s tearing me apart from the front!’

’It feels like there’s no room left for me to exist! I’m being filled until there’s nothing left but him!’

The sensation of being "double occupied"—the unyielding silicone tail in her rectum and the massive, pulsing heat of Mike’s cock in her vagina—created a terrifying sense of fullness that made her feel like she was being split in two. The friction of his pelvis hitting her backside, combined with the internal pressure, was a sensory nightmare of pleasure and pain.

"Mike! Please!" she sobbed, her voice trembling with a desperate, frantic energy. "Stop... please, stop!"

"Not here... not like this! It’s too risky... someone... someone will see us!"

"Please, let’s just go home!"

She was terrified. The risk of being caught in this state naked, leashed, half-filled with a tail, and being pounded into the dirt was a looming shadow that made her heart race even faster than the sex.

Mike didn’t slow down. If anything, the sound of her begging only seemed to fuel his aggression.

He reached forward, his hand gripping the leather leash attached to her collar, and gave it a sharp, authoritative yank. Her head snapped back, forcing her to look up at the dim, flickering light of the streetlamp.

"You want to go home?" Mike growled, his eyes dark and predatory as he pulled her hips back to meet his next thrust. "Then you have to earn it, pet."

"You want the relief? You want me to pull out of this messy pussy of yours?"

He leaned in close, his sweat dripping onto her heated skin. "If you can crawl to the park just a few blocks away without stopping, without whining, and without losing that tail... then maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you go."

Madison’s eyes went wide with horror. The park? She was exhausted, her muscles were trembling, her pussy was a throbbing, sensitive mess, and she was still leaking fluids onto the ground.

The idea of moving, of crawling through the streets toward a public park while being so utterly exposed, felt like an impossible task.

"But... Mike... I can’t..." she whimpered, her strength failing her.

She tried to push herself up, but her knees buckled immediately, her body too spent to support the weight of the tail and the man behind her.

"Can’t?" Mike’s voice dropped to a dangerous, low register.

SLAP!

He brought his hand down hard on her exposed, reddened buttock, the sting of the spank cutting through her exhaustion.

"AHHH!" she shrieked, her body jolting.

"You’ll do it," he threatened, his voice cold and unwavering. "You’ll crawl to that park, or we stay right here in this alley all night."

"And if you don’t move, Madison, I’m not just going to keep fucking you."

"I’ll leave you here like this leashed, naked, and filled until the sun comes up and the whole city sees what a pathetic little animal you really are."

"Do you want to go home, or do you want to be the city’s new attraction?"

"No! No, please!" she cried, the threat of total public humiliation finally piercing through her fatigue.

The thought of the morning light revealing her broken, leaking state was more terrifying than the pain of the crawl.

"Then move!" he commanded, giving her another sharp spank that made her vision swim. "Walk, pet! Walk to the park!"

With a sob of pure, desperate submission, Madison forced her trembling arms to straighten. She dug her fingers into the dirt, her breath coming in ragged, painful gasps, and began the agonizing, humiliating crawl toward the distant silhouette of the park trees, the heavy tail swaying rhythmically in her ass with every agonizing inch of progress.

The journey toward the park felt less like a crawl and more like a slow, agonizing pilgrimage through a landscape of pain and pleasure. Every inch of progress was a battle against gravity, exhaustion, and the sheer, overwhelming sensation of Mike’s body behind her.

He wasn’t just following her; he was driving her forward, his massive cock acting like a piston that forced her to move or be impaled.

Thwack, squelch! Thwack, squelch!

The sound of his heavy hand meeting her reddened flesh His heavy hand met her reddened flesh with a wet, rhythmic slap, punctuated by the sound of his groin against her soaking pussy. by the wet, rhythmic slapping of his groin against her soaking pussy. Madison’s world had shrunk to the narrow strip of pavement in front of her and the terrifying, beautiful weight of the man dominating her.

Her hands were raw, her knees were scraped, and her spirit was being ground into the very dirt she crawled upon.

"Please... Mike... no more hitting..." she sobbed, her voice a broken rasp.

Every time his hand descended, a fresh wave of stinging heat erupted across her buttocks, making her entire lower body quiver. "It hurts... it’s too much... please, just let me crawl in peace..."

"Peace is for people who aren’t pets, Madison!" Mike barked, his voice booming in the quiet street.

He didn’t slow his pace, his long strides keeping him perfectly synced with her clumsy, dragging movements. "You’re not walking properly! Keep your hips up! Keep that tail steady!"

To emphasize his command, he delivered a particularly brutal spank, the force of it sending a jolt of electricity straight up her spine.

"Oh! God!" she gasped, her pussy involuntarily clenching around him with a ferocity that made him groan.

Mike chuckled, a dark, predatory sound. He felt the intense, rhythmic pulsing of her internal muscles.

"Look at that," he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. "Every time I hit you, you squeeze me even tighter."

"Your pussy is acting like a greedy little mouth, isn’t it?!"

"It loves the sting. It’s tightening up like crazy every time you feel the slap."

Madison’s face burned with a shame so deep it felt as though her very blood were on fire.

It’s true...’ she thought, her mind spiraling in a dizzying loop of humiliation. ’Every time he hits me, my body reacts like it’s being rewarded.’

’It’s tightening around him, begging for more, even as my skin screams in pain.’

’I’m a monster... a leashed, sweating, leaking monster!’

The desperation began to turn into a frantic, panicked urgency. The fear of being caught, of the sun rising on her degradation, became a driving force.

’I have to get there.’

’I have to get to the park. Faster... move faster, you pathetic girl!’ she urged herself, her fingers clawing at the ground, her breath coming in short, desperate hitches.

Mike, seeing her sudden burst of frantic energy, let out a loud, boisterous laugh. He began to spank her with a new, rhythmic intensity, the sound echoing off the closed storefronts like a percussion instrument.

"Ha! You hear that?" he shouted, seemingly enjoying himself far too much. "It’s like hitting a drum! Slap slap slap! Every time the hand lands, the sound is so crisp!"

"This is getting fun, Madison! You’re a natural born drum for your master!"

The sound of his laughter, combined with the rhythmic thwack of his hand, felt like a mockery of her suffering, yet it provided a strange, terrifying momentum. She was a drum, a pet, and a toy, and she was moving.

As she dragged her heavy, aching body forward, the shadows of the trees finally began to loom ahead. The dark, sprawling greenery of the park appeared through the haze of her tears, a sanctuary of darkness where she might finally find a moment of reprieve.

"There!" Mike suddenly cheered, his voice full of a triumphant, mock encouragement.