goon hours.

She was a repressed and sheltered girl.  She had been raised to be chaste, and with that had come shyness.  She dressed modestly.  She didn’t make eye contact with boys.  She knew that there were no wild parties, no drunken flings, and absolutely no sex before marriage in her future.  She never touched her own cunt - she had done so once, and it felt so deliciously good that she had cried and jerked her hand away and pinched her nipples painfully as punishment for being sinful.  Life changed for her when she started riding the morning C-train to her entry-level secretarial job.  Her job was in a part of the city dominated by male professionals.  Every morning she was surrounded by anonymous men in suits, packed like sardines.  She liked to stand near the window, where she could see out, and it didn’t feel so claustrophobic, but once she was there it was almost impossible to turn or move until the train came to a stop. On her very first morning, she felt a stranger’s hand slip under her skirt and begin to stroke her thighs.  She squeaked, and blushed, but then was silent.  The man had pulled her skirt halfway up her legs.  If anyone looked at her they’d see.  She bit her lip and hoped it would stop. But it did not stop.  Her skirt was lifted higher, and then she felt a hand between her legs, stroking the crotch of her panties.  She clamped her thighs together but that only trapped the hand between them.  She made a quiet little mewling noise of distress. The trapped hand wriggled its fingers, getting them under the fabric of her panties, and she felt them touch her pussy.  It was the first time since, presumably, she was a baby that a man had touched her cunt, and she jumped, electrified.  And then moments later the man’s fingers had spread her cunt lips, pushed between, and sunk up to the knuckle in her fuckhole. She moaned in distress.  This was sinful.  She was being finger-raped in public, by a stranger.  She didn’t know what to do.  If she struggled, she would call attention to herself, and everyone would know that a stranger had had his hand up her cunt on a public train.  They would think she was a sinful whore.  So she stayed still, and let the fingers explore her cunt.  She was aware she had become lubricated - in fact, her pussy was gushing with wetness.  She was blushing bright red.  The fingers inside her felt so good.  It was hard not to moan.  They began to slowly fuck in and out of her. To her horror, she felt herself beginning to buck against the hand, trying to push it deeper inside her.  She was helping this stranger to rape her right here on the train.  But she couldn’t help herself.  She felt a sensation growing inside her.  She was horribly certain it was an orgasm, which she had heard about but never experienced.  She wanted it.  She wanted it badly. And then suddenly the train began to slow.  It was approaching a station.  The fingers withdrew quickly from her pussy, and she almost screamed in frustration.  She needed to cum.  She needed to cum *so much*.

That was when the man reached around her, and wiped his hand across her face.  She felt her own sticky cunt nectar smeared across her cheeks and eyes and lips.  And *that* was when she orgasmed. She didn’t see who had abused her.  She left the train flushed and breathing heavily and hoping no one could smell the scent of her sopping wet fuckhole or see her whore honey glistening on her face.  She cleaned herself off at work but spent all day at work thinking about it.  She had been such a sinful whore.  But it had felt so good.  Or… had she been sinful?  She had had no choice.  Someone had just done it *to* her.  Surely it wasn’t her fault if someone did it *to* her?  If she was forced? The next day she could have caught a different train, or a taxi, or a lift with a friend.  But, without admitting she was making a conscious choice, she caught the C-train again.  And once again she was victimised. It was fingers in her cunt again, but this time the fucking was much more vigorous, and she orgasmed with the hand inside her.  Her juices were again wiped on her face afterwards, and this time she didn’t clean them off, thrilling at the feel and smell of the juice on her cheek, electrified by the fear that someone could tell it was there. On the third day, her abuse changed.  Instead of working his hand into her panties, her abuser instead grasped the hem and pulled them down her legs.  She blushed as she was undressed on the public train, and stepped out of them quickly when they hit the floor so no one would see her with her panties around her ankles.  Her abuser then lifted the rear of her skirt and tucked it into its own waistband, and used his knees to nudge her legs apart.  Anyone looking at her would have seen her naked ass and cunt, legs spread, ready to be used.  Then he fingerfucked her to orgasm again.  Afterwards, as the train stopped, she felt as if there were a million judging eyes on her as she rearranged her skirt and bent to collect her underwear. On the fourth day the train was so packed she couldn’t get to the window.  She found herself standing face to face with a handsome young man in a suit.  She was worried / relieved that the treatment she’d received previously wouldn’t happen today, but her attacker was not deterred.  She soon felt the hands under her skirt, and before long she was stepping out of her panties and having her skirt lifted.  Her face was bright red as she stared into the eyes of the man in front of her while she was exposed and violated.  At first she couldn’t tell if he knew what was happening to her, but the fingerfucking was particularly rough today, and soon her body was being thrust back and forth, so that she banged tits-first against the man in front of her on every thrust.  The knowledge that he knew what was happening to her and chose not to stop it made her orgasm quickly, and then a minute later she orgasmed again.

She didn’t notice, of course, because she never really saw their faces. To her it was just being groped on the train, and her abusers getting more and more bold, but really her coworkers in that little office job where she was such a cute little secretary saw her every day pressed up against that train window and couldn’t resist touching her.

She pretended everything was normal at work, but they knew the truth and felt a smug satisfaction knowing that she wouldn’t say anything about it— she was becoming too much of a cumslut to speak up, now.

Seeing her come into the office with her face still marked with her juices? As if no one would notice? Just sealed it in. She was just the office plaything, now. They made bets and took turns, arguing over who would get her the next morning.

And when they broke her completely? Hell, that was just what they were planning all along.

From then on it seemed to always be a cock up her pretty little pussy on that morning train, some more gentle than others, some squeezing her tits— some even liked to put it up her ass which hurt like hell but also felt shamefully good.

On the days that she turned around and took a second train in they took sloppy seconds, just adding to the cum that was already dripping down her thighs, filling her up with more than she could hold.

okidoki! here are a few audio porn links:

It was of a dyke talking and saying how much she didn’t want this guy fucking her. Obviously it turns into her saying how good it feels and such.

Therapist. Licking the tip of his finger, the man flips through his notes. The girl sits silently on the couch. Her misty eyes stare at the clock on the wall.

“Are you ready to begin?”

She doesn’t reply. Her therapist taps his pen on the paper. Two clicks of the pen, and he scratches out a few notes. She shudders slightly.

“Let’s get started. From the top, let’s go over what happened that night.” Her eyes drift down to the floor. “…again?” She swallows her words. “Trust the process.”

“Uhm… I went out dancing…” The girl’s unfocused expression is blank and docile. Her therapist adjusts his glasses and watches her carefully. “And what were you wearing?”  She picks at her nails, avoiding the question. “…the clothes I showed you…” He nods. “Did you wear them today, like I suggested last time?”

Visibly nervous, the girl holds onto the fabric on the hem of her shirt. “…yes… under here…” The man smiles. “That’s good. You’ve come a long way from our first session. I remember you didn’t even want to look at those clothes.” He clicks his pen twice. “Let’s see them.”

Shallow breaths. She wants him to fix her. Lifting up the shirt, she reveals a thin lace top. He takes more notes. Her sweatpants slide down. A tiny frilly skirt barely hides her blue-and-white striped panties. Long socks match her underwear. Her therapist examines her. “Why do you think you chose to wear that outfit that night?”

Embarrassed, the girl tries to hide her body behind her frail arms. “It was a rave… lots of girls dress like this…” He doesn’t respond, letting the silence invite her insight. “…I guess I wanted attention…” The man writes on his pad. “Well, you certainly got it. Tell me more about what happened.”

“Was a little drunk… lost my friends… dancing on the floor… some guy started touching me…” Her small voice fades off. “Mmhm. Touching you where?” She’s getting more nervous. He adjusts his glasses and watches her breathe. “He was groping my tits.”

The man clicks his pen twice. She shudders. His hand reaches out and cups her breast. “Did he grab you like this?” The girl whimpers, her tiny bralet lets her feel each one of his fingers searching her. “No… was rougher…” Her therapist pushes his hand under the lace, squeezing and gripping her tits. “Like this?”

She nods. “…pinching my nipples and stuff…” He recreates it for her. “Dressed up like that, it’s no wonder some guy wanted to put his hands on you…” The man can feel her rapid heartbeat in her chest. “So what happened next?”

“…uhm… told him to stop…” He squeezes harder. His other hand lifts up her skirt. “Why did you do that? You’re letting him see your panties, don’t you think that’s a bit of a mixed signal?” The girl blushes a deep red. “…I dunno… I tried to get away… he followed me to some old hallway at the back of the club.”

“Going somewhere a little more private? Sounds like you were trying to get fucked.” Her body twitches in his hands. He clicks his pen again. She lets out a short gasp. “No… was just trying to have fun… told him to leave me alone… he grabbed my neck.” The man lifts his hand up from her tits, holding her by her throat. A firm squeeze makes her face turn pink.

“Did he choke you? Like this?” She can barely breathe. The girl nods, her eyes close. “What happened next?” She shakes her head. “Tell me what happened. It’s important for your therapy.” He chokes her harder. “I won’t let go until you do.” Her head spins. “…kissed me…”

Her therapist drags her in closer, pulling the girl onto his lap. His lips press into hers. His tongue fucks her mouth. She squirms and tries to push him away. He releases the choke, holding the back of her neck to keep kissing her. The girl slowly stops fighting.

“You’re doing good. Let’s keep going. What did you let him do next?”

Drool runs down her chin. Her distant expression is almost lifeless. “Dragged me into the janitor’s closet… shoved me into the corner…” He nods and kisses her cheek. “Okay, we’ll go through that now.”

His powerful hands grip her by the waist. She stumbles as he drags her across the room. He pushes her to the floor in the corner of the room. “I’m sure you were fighting more than that. Don’t leave out any details.” The girl’s eyes start to water. Her terrified breaths are short and raspy. The pen sits on the table by the couch. “Come on, tell me.”

“I was crying, begging him to not do it… I sucked his dick… thought it would keep him from – “ The therapist cuts her off. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” He strokes her hair. “It’s okay to cry here. Let it out.” She sobs. “I didn’t want it.” The man unbuckles his belt. She’s back in that closet in the nightclub. Tears run down her face.

The girl is still sobbing as she wraps her lips around his cock. Her head bobs quickly. The therapist grips the back of her head, fucking into her throat. He lets out a satisfied groan as her tears and spit mix, drooling down her slutty outfit. “So, you thought if you made him cum, he wouldn’t fuck you?” He doesn’t look down, but he can feel her nod.

“Try harder, then.”

Stroking his shaft, she sucks off her therapist. The girl does everything she can. Forcing it as deep as it can go, rubbing his balls, running her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Her facefucking gets more desparate. She knows she’s running out of time.

“Did he cum in your throat?” The man growls. She shakes her head no. He smiles and pushes his glasses up his nose. “Guess he needed more, huh? Keep telling me the story.” The girl gasps for air. “Please, no… just let me suck your cock… please… not that part…” Her therapist lays his dick across her face. “You’re almost there, keep going.”

He uses her tears as lube as he rubs himself across her cheeks. “He pulled my panties down… forced my legs open… he… he…” The man kneels down and follows the script. A sharp tug pulls her cute panties off her legs. “You’re more wet than last time. That’s good. You’ve made a lot of progress.” Her toes point into the air. He buries his cock in her pussy.

She lets out a quiet scream. The girl’s body starts to fight him. He pins her wrists to the floor and ruts into her. “He held you like this, right?” Even as she struggles, she nods. “Was his cock my size?” A pathetic whine. “No, you’re a lot bigger…”

The therapist pounds into his patient. “I’m…” The girl twitches underneath him. “I’m…” Deep hard strokes. “No…” She whimpers. The patient cums on her therapist’s cock. Her head spins as he breaks her. “Did you cum?” The man asks, inches from her face. “Yes…” He keeps going. “I meant the night that it happened.” She looks up at him, filled with shame. “Yes…”

“You’ve done so well. We’re almost all the way through. He came in your cunt, didn’t he?”

The girl’s eyes light up with fear. “No no no… not that part… please, no, stop…” Her warm wet pussy tightens involuntarily around his cock. “That’s what happened, isn’t it? It’s okay to let go.” She tries to fight again. Her fingers claw at his chest before he pins them to the floor again. “Please, no, stop. I want to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Is that what you told him?” He thrusts faster into her slippery hole. “Don’t cum inside of me. Don’t don’t don’t don’t…” She bursts into tears again. “Did he cum in you?” The therapist’s soothing voice makes her shudder. “Yes, but I can’t go through that part… I can’t…” He kisses her, stroking her head like a terrified animal.

The man gasps and lets out a long exhale. She feels his cum flood into her. The catatonic girl stares down at her used pussy as he slowly slides out. The sticky damp of her therapist’s cum pours down her ass. She can see him talking, but all she can hear is pounding in her ears.

He relaxes on the couch. The girl’s tongue cleans his cock. “Did you do this for him?” The man slowly rubs her back. “…nu-uh…” She nuzzles into his bulge. “You’ve come so far. You almost made it all the way through the story before you tried to stop the therapy.”

She spends long enough in the bathroom that he considers checking on her. His friend’s sister finally emerges, flowing like water into the room. The girl’s pupils are dilated. She stares around at the art on his walls, gawking at nothing in particular. “The lights in here are soooo nice…” Mumbling and dizzy, she flops onto the couch next to him. “Having a fun night?”

Prompted by his questions, the girl launches into an elaborate description of her night. Her friend’s house. The club. Free shots. Another club. The girl had been staggering home when she stopped by. He’s fairly certain that she’s left out at least one detail. She sniffs, swallows, and grinds her teeth. Running out of story, the girl stares off into space. One hand rubs the blanket on the couch.

“That does sound like a lot of fun.” She’s not paying attention. “This blanket is *hic* soooo soft… How did it get that soft?” The girl doesn’t notice the awkward silence as she strokes it against her face. “Uh, it’s well worn… Here, I like it on my legs.” He pulls the blanket across her bare thighs. His hand rubs the blanket, groping her body through the fabric.

A naïve giggle. “Hahaha, omg that feels sooo nice!” The man pushes up her leg, rubbing his covered fingers against her pussy. “Oh…” It takes her a moment to process what’s happening. “Uhm…” She pushes his hand away. “I should really go.” Standing up, her legs wobble and start to give out. She falls back onto the couch.

“Whoa, young lady. You’re way too drunk to be wandering around at night. There’s lots of creeps out there. You have to stay the night. You can use the soft blanket.” Already forgetting his forbidden touch, the girl touches the blanket. “I dunno. I don’t wanna be trouble.” He shakes his head. “You’re no trouble. You know me, I’ll take care of you.”

The host fetches her a strong drink. She takes another long bathroom break. The girl is spacy and dazed as he puts her hand in his lap. Pushing in close to her, the man touches her thighs and back. “Waht… are you…?” Her slurring has turned into confused mumbles. “You wanted to fool around, right? It feels good, right?” She swallows nervously.

“Maybe… I dunno… I could think *hic* about it tomorrow? Like I’m kinda drunk…” The girl tries to shuffle away. “What do you mean? You’re fine. Barely tipsy. You don’t feel sick or something do you?” He rubs her shoulders. “Uh, no, I feel good.” The blanket slips aside. Bare fingers touch her pussy. “Well, you’re fine then. Let’s just do a little bit.”

Relenting, she lets him touch her. In the blur, his hard cock is pressed into her palm. The girl is willing enough to stroke him while he plays with her pussy. A moment of clarity comes when he kisses her. “Um… weird… you’re my brother’s friend… we shouldn’t be doing this.” His finger slips into her wet cunt. “It’s okay, it’ll be our little secret.”

She falls into the blur again. The confused girl regains focus with him laying on top of her. Between her legs, he rubs his cock against her pussy. “I…” She can barely articulate herself. “I don’t wanna…” The man feigns indignity. “You always wanted to. I know you’ve thought about it. You just told me you have.” Humiliated that she would admit to fantasizing about him, she covers her face. Blurry imprints of the light dance across her closed eyes.

“You’re so good.” She comes to. His cock slides in and out of her young pussy. “Please st-“ He interrupts her. “I’m so happy you wanted to hook up.” Warm pleasure from drugs and sex pour through her body. “Did.. I…?” The man laughs as he fucks her. “Yeah, that’s why you came over.”

Why did I come over? I wanted to use the bathroom. I trust him. She stares down between their bodies. Her black dress is pulled up and down, showing off her tits and pussy. Maybe I did want to hook up with him. I guess it feels good. His body increases the pressure on her. He’s already inside me. I can’t ask him to stop, now.

The girl submits. He enjoys her slippery pussy. The man rolls her onto her stomach and holds her hair as he fucks her. It feels good. So that probably means I wanted it. Rutting deep into her pussy, he pushes her into the soft blanket. Comfortable, she starts to fade again. The alluring fabric touches against her face with every rough thrust.

"please..harder..."

She was wearing her first sundress of the year, and wondered if after this appointment she could find a nice quiet place to park in the forest preserve. Her boyfriend had left her all hot and bothered the night before. He just wasn't happy that she had only let him put in the tip.

When the dentist walked in, she was pleasantly surprised by how handsome he was as well, even though he was a little older than most men she was attracted to. It made sense that when she was horny, there were a lot more men that became attractive.

"So I hear you're having some anxiety about having this filling," the dentist had proclaimed upon entering.

Was he talking down to her?

"Yes, doctor, that's right."

"Well, we have some special treatments we can give you that will take all that anxiety away." He looked sincere enough and smiled at her.

"Thank you," she sighed "that would be much appreciated."

"Just sign this form and we'll get started."

"Shouldn't my mom do that?" She asked.

"My files say you're over 18. Are they wrong?" He looked a little aggravated.

"No, I turned 18 last month."

"Then, happy birthday! Please sign right here and we'll get started." The dentist beamed at her.

After signing the paperwork, the assistant hurried away and returned quickly, closing the door. She hadn't realized the lack of windows in this room. Hmmm...

"This treatment works best if you just lay back and try to relax." The dentist's voice sounded a little more calming now. "Relax and breathe normally. The mask is gonna go over your mouth and nose in a moment. Breathe normally and you'll feel much better soon."

Once the mask was on her face, she tried to breathe but couldn't. She struggled a bit, but the assistant was there to hold her down. Finally the air flowed and she relaxed. The gas tasted sweet and enticing. She moaned into the mask. Her panties were getting wet.

"Breathe normally," the dentist repeated. "That's it. Just like that. In and out. Very good."

When the mask was removed, she'd completely relaxed.

"How are you feeling?" The dentist asked.

"Feeeel.... gooood..." she smiled sleepily and gave a soft moan.

"That's very good. We're going to use more techniques now to make sure you're nice and relaxed before we begin the procedure. I'm also going to be asking you some questions to make sure we tailor the treatment specifically to your needs. Have you ever had a filling before?"

"Yeesss... once before."

"Very good. This tooth?" He stuck his finger in her mouth and poked at a tooth."

"Nooooot.... sure..."

"That's alright." His fingers teased her tongue a little.

It felt sooo good. She let her eyes roll back in her head. "Wha ded yu gibe me?" She asked with yummy fingers still in her mouth.

"Oh, just something to keep you calm. Sometimes it makes the female patients a little squirmy and needy though. My assistant is here to help with that."

She could feel a pair of hands moving her dress up.

"Ohhhhh... tank yuuu..."

"You're welcome. We're here to help you."

The hands started groping her mound through the panties.

"Mmmmm.... ar yu supposd ta be doin dat?" She mumbled still half sucking on his fingers.

"Oh yes. We're helping you relax." The dentist got right next to her ear now. "You want to be a good girl and relax don't you?"

With that the assistant put a little pressure on her clit through the panties.

"Mmmmhmmmm... yeth I do. Tank you." She moaned drowsily.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Asked the dentist.

"Yeth... I do..."

"You're 18 now, has he fucked that tight pussy yet?"

"Weewwwl... nod weally..."

"Oh, what do you mean 'not really'?"

The assistant moved her panties to the side and teased along her slit.

"Mmmmmmmm.... wewl, I dust led im pud in da tip..."

"Oh, just the tip? I see."

The assistant put a single finger slowly into her pussy.

She arched her back in pleasure.

The dentist stroked her neck with his other hand and moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders. "I think it would help you relax if my assistant puts in just the tip."

"Mmmmm... I don knooow..."

"Your pussy is getting sooo wet though, it's begging to be filled."

The assistant slid a second finger inside her, teasing the tight walls.

"Ohhhh.... mmmmmm...."

"He'll be so gentle. I know your pussy wants to feel good."

"Mmmmhmmmm," she moaned. "Yeth it doeth..."

"Go ahead and put in just the tip."

Removing his fingers, the assistant stroked his hard cock against her pussy lips to lubricate himself. Then he teased the opening, applying slight pressure so only the head entered her.

"Mmmmmm.... dat does feeeeeel gooood."

"If it feels so good, maybe he should go a little deeper."

"Uhhhh uhhh...."

"Noo? Hmm... come on, just a little deeper would feel soo good." He moved his fingers strategically in her mouth, letting her suckle at them. "Do you want to be a good girl and let him go deeper?"

Her eyes rolled back again. It was getting more difficult for her to focus on anything but the sensations in her mouth and pussy. "Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned. "Yethh... please go deeper... mmmm." She felt the cock beginning to stretch her more. "Ahhhh..."

"Go slow for her. Not too much too fast." The dentist was groping into her bra with his free hand, teasing her nipple.

His assistant wasn't that deep, but as she was getting more soaked, it felt like bliss.

"Now this is very important," the dentist moved his lab coat to the side and revealed his erection. "I'm gonna need a release before the procedure so I can focus better. Please be a good girl and stick out your tongue."

She did as commanded, her tongue half falling out of her mouth. The precum on his cock was yummy and she gobbled it up.

"Now open wide." The denstist stroked his hard cock slowly into her drooling hole. "I think you can go a bit deeper now. Go slowly so that tight cunt can take all of you."

With the assistant's thrusts getting deeper and a delicious cock in her mouth, she started building toward a tipping point. The pleasure was almost too much as she moaned around his cock. A grande finish of which she'd only dreamed consumed her, with the muffled screaming of her claimed mouth.

The dentist took this as an excuse to fuck her face harder and did so until his warm cum was shooting down the back of her throat. She could feel the throbbing dick in her pussy reaching it's own crescendo, and it didn't take long before his release was deep inside her, making her moan in ecstasy.

Later at the forest preserve, she found she didn't need to masterbate. The treatment had made her feel relaxed and happy. She admittedly didn't remember much after the mask had been put on her face, but something told her she'd found a new favorite dentist.

She blamed her slick pussy on her memories of the night before, and didn't think anything more of it.

The next six weeks were a blur of final exams, graduation parties, and college acceptance letters.

It wasn't until the beginning of August that she realized she'd missed two periods. She blamed her morning queasiness on anxiety and excitement, and when her jeans started getting snug in September, everyone told her it was just the "freshman 15".

You're lying in bed with your magic wand vibrator getting ready for sleep. You have your window open because it was a hot day and the night air feels cool. I've been watching you. Seeing you about your apartment, cleaning and listening to music. It was easy getting close, learning your habits, finding the best way to get in. 

You are lost in the vibe, your eyes are closed and I can hear you moaning through the open window. I climb in quietly and approach the bed, my eyes roam over your nubile body before going to your face. I can see that you are really into the sensations as you reach for that orgasm. You aren't aware that I'm standing at the head of your bed, knife in my hand and mask on my face. 

As my gloves hand covers your mouth and my knife presses to your throat your eyes open in fear and you scream a little before feeling the blade. “, Quiet little girl, I don't want to cut you.” I turn the blade up, pressing the back of the knife against your skin as I turn the point toward your T-shirt.

The fabric parts like butter to my knife and I can see your nipples hard and standing to attention. I make quick work of your clothes causing your shirt to fall away from your body. Putting the knife back to your throat I whisper, “I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth. It would be a shame if you screamed and startled me.”

I pull my hand away and you start pleading,” Please mister. You can have my money, whatever you want, just please don't kill me.” I'm reaching behind me as you say this and pull out a pair of handcuffs, the jangle of the metal links grabbing your attention. 

“Oh sweet thing, I didn't want to kill you. Now hands above your head so I can put this beautiful jewelry on you.” I click open the cuffs and wait. Watching as you slowly raise your hands above your head, years tracking into your hair. “And I want to thank you *click* for *click* getting yourself ready for my pleasure.”

Now you are openly sobbing, knowing what I really want as I drag the point of the blade down your body. The point leaving a light scratch as it abrades your skin. “Open your legs little one. I'm going to give you what that toy can't.” My free hand is opening the flu of my pants, freeing my painfully hard cock. 

You've been watching the blade and you catch a look at my cock as it comes free and your eyes widen. You've never seen one in person, on the Internet, sure, but not a real one. You've never had anything bigger around than your toy inside you and the sight scares you even more. 

I press the blunt edge of the knife to your stomach, dimpling the skin. “I said open your legs. I watch as your legs slowly open, as you try to delay as long as you can. I knee between your thighs pushing them forcibly apart. “ There's only one thing from you that I really want and I'm going to take it. And when I'm done you'll be begging me for more.”

With that, I lined my cock up against your wet pussy and I shove it in forcibly. It's a good thing for you that you've already been playing and your pussy is sopping wet cuz I slide all the way to the hilt with one thrust. The cry that bursts from your throat is pained and full of fear as I take your virginity. 

I bring the knife back up towards your throat and I growl “ wrap those pretty legs around my waist little girl show me how much you want it.” As I begin to thrust in and out of you shaking the bed and rattling the cuffs above your head. The tears are tracking down your face into your hair. Your sobs are filling the room.

You wrap your legs around my waist, hooking your heels behind my ass and as I thrust into you, I can feel you pulling me into your tight little pussy and your sobs are slowly turning into moans of pleasure. “ You really are a needy little thing aren't you? This is what you needed more than anything more than that little toy could ever provide you.”

I can feel you getting into it now. The pleasure coursing through you from my cock sliding in and out of your unused cunt. It's even wetter and juicier than it was when I started. Your moans are non-stop, your body trembles and shakes. “ Do you feel how sticky that is Little girl? How your tight little pussy grips my cock as it invades you? Almost a gritty feeling? You know what that means?”

You shake your head, you whimper “ Noooo.” Your hands are pulling up the cuffs now trying to pull them away, but you can't. You're stuck there pinned to the bed by my body and my cock sliding in and out of you. 

“ That's slightly gritty feeling the stickiness of your juices. The way that your pussy clenches around me. That all tells me that you're right ripe, ready to be bred.” Your eyes widen as you hear this, I can see that I have notched your fear up just a little bit. You're not ready to be a mom. But you know that if I come inside of you that you're going to get pregnant. You're not on the pill because it messes with your body and makes you ill so you can't take them. You start shaking your head pleading with me. 

I thread my fingers into your hair and grab hold, stopping your head from shaking. “ Oh yes little girl. I plan on breeding you all night long. By the time I'm done with you, you will be knocked up so much. It would be a miracle if you weren't.” I throw the knife off onto the floor and I wrapped my hand around your throat cutting off a little bit of air just to get your attention. As I continue to rape your small body. 

Your breath is coming out in gasps now. I can see that you're starting to suffer from a slight lack of oxygen, so I release a little bit of your throat letting you gasp and pull in big lungfuls of air. I'm speeding up now and each time I thrust in your legs betray you and pull me to you. Your body wants this wanting to get bred. 

“ I'm getting close, little girl. Can you feel that? Can you feel my cock growing slightly? It feels like it's expanding almost the way I'm holding it back. One little push,” at this word I reached down with my hand leaving your throat between our bodies to lightly pinch on your clit feeling you tumble over the edge. “ That's my body telling you that it's about to come just like you came. You ready for it Little girl. It's coming now.”

With a feral growl I push in as deep as I can. The tip of my cock punching against your cervix causes a little bit of pain, but you don't feel the pain. Your brain is too washed and the orgasm that is flooding your body with dopamine. And suddenly you can feel the hot wet heat of my cum pouring into you blasting against you. 

The sensation of my cum filling you is too much for your brain to handle that combined with your own orgasm coursing through your young body, I don't stop. I keep thrusting, wanting to stir that inside of you. Make sure that I push it deep into you. Making sure that you get well and truly knocked up. 

My hands go to your throat now. Slowly cutting off the flow of oxygen to your brain. Waiting for you to slowly pass out. Once I see your eyes. Droop and close as you pass out. I uncuff you and throw the cover over you and leave back out the window. Leave you to awake in the morning and wonder if it was a nightmare or a dream.

As I finally go out the window I look back. Your face is peaceful, but there is a Serene smile on your lips and your breathing is regular and slow. Almost as if you're asleep. “Sweet dreams. Princess” I whisper.

The next morning when you awaken the only things left to tell you that it was more than just a night time play of the mind, is that your body is sore and as you are getting dressed, you notice lying on the floor. A blue dragon handled, folding knife.

(content warnings: rape, misgendering, forced breeding; if these aren't your kinks steer clear)

Roth panted, the edge of his axe blade pressed against his opponent's neck as he lay prone on the ground. The towering orc grinned: the knight who had given him so much trouble over the course of this war, who had fought him to a standstill in battle after battle, finally lying at his feet. His bulging muscles burned from exertion, his thick green arms stung where the human's sword had sliced through his leather armor, but he was victorious.

Ignoring the victory cries of his fellow orcs and the wails of the defeated human legions echoing around the bloodied field, Roth crouched next to the knight.

"You fight well," he told him in the common tongue, ignoring the rage on the human's face. "Submit. I take you as war-slave; in year and day, we fight again. Win, you free."

"I'll never serve a beast like you," the human spat, falling silent when Roth increased the pressure of the axe at his throat just enough to draw a drop of blood.

Roth narrowed his eyes, baring his fangs and tusks at the knight as he snarled right in the human's face. The puny knight had lost!

"If you won't serve, you will feed," he growled, relishing the fear he could see in the human's suddenly wide gray eyes as he watched Roth slowly lick his fangs. He inhaled slowly as he tightened his grip on his axe, readying himself to swing it forward–

And paused, nostrils flaring as he looked down at the knight.

"Your smell…" he grunted in confusion, leaning closer as he sniffed the human again, ignoring the knight's pathetic attempts to escape- the human was cunning and quick, but without a weapon the knight was no match for orcish strength. 

Roth concentrated; the human stank of fear-sweat, yes, and blood, and iron, but beneath that…

Roth rocked back on his heels, feeling his cock begin to swell from the semi that a good battle always left him with.

"Fertile."

The human's face went pale and her scent went rank with terror. Roth grabbed her arms in one big hand and pinned them above her head, laying his axe down out of her reach. 

"Thought human females didn't fight," he said. The human sows he'd fucked had been soft, fragile things, left behind in their strange stone huts while their mates died on Roth's axe. Weak and scrawny compared to orc dames, though their tight holes never failed to delight his cock. "Thought their sows too weak."

The knight glared up at him. "I'm not a- a female, or a sow! I'm a man!"

Roth ignored her, tearing at the leather straps that held the human's thick metal armor until he was able to pull the pieces off the human. She looked even smaller beneath him without it giving her the illusion of bulk, clad only in linen trousers and cloth bandages wrapped tight around her chest.

The trousers did nothing to hide her wide birthing hips, and he growled low in approval as he ripped them off; she'd be grateful for them when his child was born. Without the trousers there was no hiding her pussy, and Roth ignored how she wiggled and spat curses at him as he confirmed her as a female.

Still though, those bandages… she hadn't fought like she was wounded, but Roth didn't want to break her during the breeding if she was already injured.

Roth sniffed the bandages curiously, trying to figure out what was wrong. They didn't smell of blood or pus, and the knight didn't act like it hurt to move…

"Wait, don't-"

He ripped the bandages away, and groaned appreciatively at the sight of her delightfully fat tits bouncing outward, more suited to an orc dame twice her weight and nursing a babe. He crouched atop her, using his greater weight to easily keep her pinned beneath him as he groped her tits, amazed at the sheer size of them. Her nipples were nearly as big as his thumb, and she made a squeaky, wavering noise when he pinched them. 

"You're in season," he growled; he could smell her growing arousal, her body reacting to the handling of a male the same as all the other females did. "Good bitch."

His hands sank easily into her mountains of titflesh, and briefly, Roth wondered how good it would feel to fuck them. He pushed the thought from his head. There would be plenty of time for that on the journey back to his clan's homeland with her and the rest of his spoils of war. It was only right that he bred his new sow here, on the same battlefield he'd bested her.

His cock was fully hard, aching with need, and he shoved his loincloth impatiently out of the way as he straddled her. It slapped proudly against her belly, and if possible the human went even paler at the illustration of just how deep in her it was going to go.

"Stop! I'll do anything. I'll submit, I'll serve, just don't-"

Roth slammed inside her wet pussy with a snarl of pleasure. He'd never fucked a sow this tight before, as if she'd never taken cock at all until his massive orc dick forced its way into her cunt. It squeezed like a fist, massaging each inch of his shaft as her body's attempts to keep him out just made it better for him.

"Fuck," he grunted, his muscles straining to force inch after inch of cock into a pussy much too small for it. 

The human's legs were spread wide to try and ease the strain, and Roth nearly purred at the sight- her pussy lips spread wide around his fat orc cock, his dick nearly as thick as one of her thighs. There was a bulge visible on her stomach where his cock was, and half his shaft was still outside her.

"Good little sow," he grunted, moving her so he had an easier time plowing into her, slowly working the rest of his cock into her inch by relentless inch. When at last his hips slammed down and his balls met her ass, her rumbled a deep, pleased noise in the back of his throat– it'd been far too long since he'd fucked a sow the way he needed to, almost a full week. 

He groaned, pausing for a moment to simply enjoy the raw sensations of fucking his new bitch. Her arms pushing helplessly against his much thicker, more muscled ones. Her soft tits pressed against his broad, hairy chest, jiggling as though just begging to be groped. His heavy sack slapping loudly against the human's plump ass whenever he thrust into her, a perfectly designed cushion for his balls… whoops. 

Without realizing it he'd started fucking her again, unable to help himself. She was just so tight and soft, taking his oversized dick so fucking well.

Roth squeezed her breasts as he resumed fucking her, rewarded with a weak shudder and her pussy clenching even tighter. He felt his knot begin to swell, each thrust into her taking more and more effort as his base grew fatter and fatter. 

"Wh-what's happening?" The human gasped, each word sounding like it was punched out of her.

"Knot," Roth grunted, forcing it back inside and ignoring her squeal.

He slammed against her, thrusts reduced to short, deep rocking inside her cunt as his knot swelled to the size of his fist, ignoring her whimpers. She was so fucking tight, squeezing him like she never wanted to let him go, like her pussy was made to take fat orc cocks. His balls ached where they rested against her ass, stuff full with his potent seed.

"Will be good momma," he grunted, and the female seemed to jolt, squirming and struggling again as though she had a chance of escaping when he'd already forced his knot inside and his tip was punching against her fertile womb. "So many babies."

"No, please," she begged weakly. "I'm a man, I don't want to be a mother-"

Her words devolved into high, feminine wails as Roth groped her tits, pussy squeezing like a vise around his dick as she came. Roth roared out his pleasure, finally reaching his own peak, heavy cock throbbing as he pumped spurt after spurt of potent cum into her pussy, filling her womb. For almost a minute he simply enjoyed filling her, his bitch finally gone glassy-eyed and docile on his cock the way all his cocksleeves did.

When he was finally done and his knot shrunk enough, he yanked his softening cock free and let it slap against her stomach again, admiring the waterfall of thick cum that her pussy was left as and the slight roundness of her belly from how much he'd fucked into her. 

Sniffing her, he knew it'd soon get rounder: already her scent had changed from fertile to bred, and he let out a low growl of satisfaction. These children, unlike the many whelps he'd fucked into humans as he followed the warband across the human lands, would be raised in the ways of the clan. Their mother would be his war-slave– she'd polish his weapons, sweep his hearth, and teach his children the ways of human war. With their father's strength and mother's ferocity, their children would be mighty warriors indeed.

He picked up his axe and slung his bitch over his broad shoulder without issue, her weight nothing to him. She was still llimp and unresisting, momentarily fucked to tameness. He'd have to get her a collar to mark her station, a nice black leather one with bear fangs to show her status as a warrior. When she dueled him for her freedom in a year and a day, maybe she'd best him and remove it… Though the latest litter of children filling her belly might make it difficult for her to match him, his spent cock beginning to swell again at the thought. 

Roth growled, low and pleased in the back of his throat as he carried her back to the war camp, surrounded by the cheers and roars of his celebrating brethren, all drinking and feasting or else enjoying their own bedmates. He'd take his bitch again in his tent, just to make sure his seed took, and then? 

Maybe I'd overstimulate you mercilessly after keeping you in denial for so long that your mind couldn't handle it. Maybe I'd just hurt you, pushing you so deep into subspace that words didn't mean anything anymore, before pushing my bare cock into you.

However I did it, I'd have you staring up at me while I fucked you, looking at me with wide eyes and an open mouth and an empty brain. So that I could whisper to you exactly what I was about to do.

"My cum's going to fill up that empty womb."

"I know you were born to swell for me."

"Get ready to take my baby, my little breeding bitch."

And you'd hear every word, but only as the warm murmur of my voice, unable to comprehend the meaning. And I'd just smile at you as I pushed in deep.

Chubby fem reader working at a glory hole facility where you get paid to be naked with your lower half exposed through a wall to a room full of clients. Do you get a lot of clients? No, and the ones you do get aren't exactly satisfying, but you get paid to lay there for a few hours and read magazines so you don't complain.

But then one night a man with the biggest cock you've ever taken fucks you senseless and leaves you trembling and shaking from all the orgasms he pulled out of you.

You think it's a miracle that it happened but don't expect it to ever happen again, convincing yourself that the rest of clients will always be smaller than this mystery man with a fantastic cock.

Until he comes back again, and again, over and over, and at this point he's coming by every night you work just to fuck you from the start of your shift to the end of it, leaving you cock drunk and cum filled by the time the owner makes everyone leave. It's truly too good to be true to be fucked by such a big cock every night you're at this place.

But one night in particular, he does something weird.

He fucks you like normal, leaving you a mess, but as the owner gives a warning to the patrons about closing time, you feel something glide across your skin. It takes you a minute, but you realize he's writing something on your lower back in marker, hearing the cap click back on after it's pulled away.

You rush home to your mirror, struggling to read the message he left behind for you.

Be my girlfriend?