Raw Fuck in Tal-Mania Prison: Rescuing My Lover Through Lust

Hanging there, wrists raw from chains biting into skin. Cell 66, block F. Body aches, cum drying sticky on thighs from those bitch guards taking turns. Bruises throb, pussy sore, but fire still burns inside. Days of hell since killing Mazela for what she did to Johan. Heart pounds. Footsteps echo distant. Hope? Or more pain?

Door crashes open. Shadows. A scream cuts air—guard’s. Blood sprays hot. Johan bursts in, eyes wild, dagger dripping red. He guts the one fucking me, twists blade in her guts. She flops wet. Second guard crumples, flank slashed open. Third pinned, stabbed through tits. Gurgles fade. Silence hits like slap.

The Approach

He turns. Our eyes lock. ‘Alys!’ Voice rough, desperate. Cheeks smeared with my hair, sweat, tears. I sag in chains, legs jelly. ‘Johan! My love!’ Chains rattle as I strain. He fumbles keys, unlocks. I collapse into arms. Naked skin on skin. His heat sears. Cock hard against belly—prison rags torn. Smell him: sweat, blood, man. No screens now. Real.

He wraps torn tunic around me. Rough fabric scratches nipples. ‘Can you walk?’ Hand squeezes ass. I nod, thighs quiver. Grip his hand. Lips crash. Tongue invades, tastes iron blood. ‘Fuck me first,’ I gasp. Urgency claws. Days of chats in dreams, now flesh.

He spins me against bars. Cool metal bites back. Fingers rip tunic aside. Cockhead nudges slit—wet already. ‘These bitches had you?’ Growl low. ‘Yours now.’ Thrusts in savage. Stretch burns sweet. Walls clench. ‘Harder! Fuck the pain out!’ Grunts echo. Balls slap ass. Hand fists hair, yanks head back. Bites neck. I buck wild, nails rake chest.

Pounding frantic. No time. Alarms might scream any second. ‘Love your cock!’ Dirty words spill. He swells, hammers deeper. Fingers find clit, rub brutal. Orgasm rips—juices squirt down legs. He roars, floods me hot. Cum mixes with guards’. Drip out as he pulls free. Panting glue us.

The Explosion

Reality slams. Voices distant. ‘Run!’ He grabs dagger, my hand. We bolt corridor. Keys tossed to other bitch—’Free them!’ Her cheers fade. Hide in empty cell. Guards thunder past. Hearts jackhammer. His arm around waist, cock soft but twitching on thigh. Sweat mixes, musky.

Dash to cavern. Bodies everywhere—riot stench: shit, blood, death. Three guards at grate. Johan grabs whistle, shrill blast. They charge away. We sprint. Arrows whistle. I stumble, he scoops me. Legs wrap waist. Cock slides against folds accidental—spark.

Grate looms. Dark torrent roars. ‘Together.’ Squeeze last kiss. Salty lips. Plunge. Water icy, foul, rips us. Grip tight. Scream swallowed by rush. Bodies tumble. Free. But his.

Current spits us out somewhere black. Crawl shore, gasp. Collapse tangled. No words. Fuck again? Later. For now, strangers in bliss. I vanish into night, but crave next click.