My Little Secret Area

You saw the orc at the other end of the passage.

Exploring a dungeon by yourself was dangerous, but you had been an adventurer for over a year. This was supposed to be an easy dungeon too.

You could tell at a first glance though that this orc was more than you could handle.

Thankfully, you're an accomplished mage. You slapped a piece of parchment on the wall, casting a spell. The wall became like an illusion, and you dived through.

A large hand followed you through the wall, catching your thigh. It pulled you off your feet and towards the wall again.

The spell broke suddenly, and you found your waist encased in the dungeon's wall. Your upper torso and arms were on one side of the wall. Your lower side was on the other side. The side with the orc.

It took you a moment to realize that the bag with your magic spell components was on the side with the orc.

Fuck.

You struggled despite knowing that it was futile. You couldn't do anything. You were going to die!

Then, you feel more than hear the crotch of your pants being ripped off, followed soon by your underwear.

Your legs closed, out of shock and a sense of modesty. The shock of cold air on your bare pussy had you shivering.

The feeling of large hands around your clothed thighs. Your legs were forcefully pried apart, exposing your bare pussy again.

There was then a blunt, warm pressure against your sex. It rubbed up and down on your pussy, so you could feel the size of it.

It was, in a word, huge. There was no way you could take it.

Please, don't put it in.

Of course, the orc wouldn't care about what you wanted if you could speak to it.

The head of the orc's dick pressed inside you slowly but inexorably. You cried out and gasped and whined. The stinging pain of being stretched beyond your limits had you sobbing.

Whenever you thought all of it was in you (there couldn't possibly be more), you were proved wrong as another excruciating inch was pushed in.

Finally, the sensation of the the orc's balls against you tell you that it was over. You were full beyond belief, tears streaming down your face.

Then, half of the dick pulled out and pushed back in forcefully.

You cry out.

The orc did it again. And again. And again.

The orc pounded into you unceasingly while you writhed helplessly. You clawed at the walls, seeking something to hold. Your legs twitched involuntarily. You can barely breathe as the force of the thrusts pushed breath after breath out of you.

At some point, your pussy had become wet with slick and precum. Your pussy was also getting used to the stretch, being just a sting.

You realize you're starting to enjoy it. That your gasps were half moans. That you almost wished the orc would play with your clit too.

Unbidden, your orgasm built and then overtook you. You cried with pleasure and humiliation.

The dick inside of you kept pounding away, drawing out the orgasm until it was simply painful with overstimulation. Then, until it became pleasurable again.

The endless thrusting continued, and you came over and over until you forgot to be ashamed.

An eternity later, the orc came. He came and came inside you until you felt a cramping inside.

You felt a gush of cum drip down your boneless legs when the orc pulled out.

After the warmth and girth of the orc's dick, you feel empty. Your bare pussy cold.

Then, another large, warm head pressed against your leaking pussy.

There were more, you dimly realized.

you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.

You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.

Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?

You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.