To The Woman Crying Uncontrollably In The Next Stall Novels & Stories

The stable contained some of the finest and most expensive horses in the whole of Italy. There was a block of buildings beside the stable where some of the farm workers worked. I hadn't met most of the workers. I passed by the house and just then I heard noises. I moved closer, curiosity luring me. It wasn’t just any kind of noise. It was the sound of two people having some wild sex. The lady was screaming as i got to the door. “Oh yes! Oh yes! I’m cumming. Don’t you dare cum before me.” The slap of flesh against flesh punctuated by the grunting of a man and the moaning of the woman grew louder. I felt disgusted by myself for listening until the woman cried out at the peak of orgasm.

Caleb's fangirls sure know how to go through such great lengths to hurt me. I wiped away the tears that involuntarily streamed down my face then I heard the stall door open and I thought that maybe they had come back to actually check for me if they could take the pictures from under the stall door and I scurried back into the stall I was in earlier and locked it again. I heard footsteps coming towards my door so I turned around but then I heard the stall door close and then when I turned back my white shirt and singlet was hanging on the stall door.

It forced the cow into a perfect breeding position — on hands and knees, back arched, ass raised high, heavy tits hanging freely below. I crawled obediently into the stall. The attendant locked my wrists into padded cuffs on the front posts and my ankles into wide-spread stirrups at the back. My head was secured in a padded stock that kept my face forward, mouth at the perfect height for feeding or fucking. My swollen breasts dangled heavily, nipples pointing straight down, already leaking thin white streams that pattered onto a shallow metal trough placed beneath me.

whoever it is isnt even trying to aim. with a few minutes passing, hearing only breathing coming from the stall next door at this point, i decide it is no longer worth being counted absent for the next class. i go to stand up, unlocking the stall and opening the door. i hear a gasp and am frantically cut off by another guy - its him, the ripped boy from my class…

He motioned to the stall as I hesitated. "You're gonna...wait?" The question came out with more disgust than intended. "Can't exactly walk out there with him hovering over the door." I nodded, moving to the stall before trying to think of an alternative. Having also left my phone on the table, I winced before realizing I had to act now or risk losing the gift of life that was once salvaged. Silently praying, I belted while in the stall. "HELP ME! SOMEONE!" The door rattled as the man dove towards my stall. I tried to hold the door open before finding it to be nearly torn off its hinges.

So happy to see it all start to make sense from here onwards. Just as the thought that Freya had been gone for a minute now crossed my mind, I heard the ear splitting scream that almost sent my heart into an attack come from the bathrooms where I know my mate was. I jumped out of my seat and in a second I was pushing open the door to the restroom. Freya was standing in front of a stall, with tears streaming down her eyes and her attention fixated to the wall opposite her. I quickly pulled her into my arms, pressing her face into my chest and shielding her from whatever was making her so distraught.

Mirawadee silently begged the skies for mercy. The car is parked in the city’ s gas station. Inside the gas station next to it is a restaurant. Across the street is a large shopping mall known as the city center. She groans as the car stops. “Hurry doesn’ t even think about running away,” the man riding next to him exclaimed as he opened the door and stepped out of the car. “Absolutely.” The woman was showing signs of crying. The pain gripped the lower abdomen, and she went straight to the bathroom.

I hear a scraping sound and then a high-pitched hiss, pierce my ears and then I know what it is. Quickly pulling up my pants, I flush the toilet and before I can open the door, I hear a man exhale and then she cackles so loudly that it echoes throughout the whole bathroom. When I push the door open to the adjoining stall, it seems stuck, but after a more forceful shove it opens, and a man sits staring at me with his pants down halfway stunned. His mouth opens to say something, but then I see a flash of red in the corner of my eye and she is gone.

A small but significant barrier that would provide more of the kind of privacy I needed here. Perfect. As I made my way to it, I heard the water before I made it to its source. I hesitated near the fourth stall, only two down from the one I aimed for. Noises from inside made me freeze. I wasn't alone, and something intense was happening in that stall. The stall door was not closed all the way, and I could see a younger, curly-haired boy crouched helplessly on the floor. Blood and water matted his hair, his tear-streaked face looking up in sheer desperation as his eyes met mine.

To add to the strangeness, the shoes were standing right in front of my stall, almost as if he were staring at the door. I stared in silence, confused and unnerved. "Who's... there?" I asked, my voice shaky. There was no response, and my chest tightened. "Hello?" I called again. Suddenly, I heard the sound of women entering the bathroom, their laughter echoing before abruptly cutting off. "Are you waiting for someone? You shouldn't be in here—this is the ladies' room, buddy," one of them said. With that, the shoes disappeared from my view. Summoning the courage, I unlocked the stall door, but it was too late. All I saw were the women who had just entered. No sign of the strange man.