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.
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.
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.
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 had no idea when the fucking would end.
