You're at the club. Your friend has abandoned you to drink alone. You saw her grinding on some guy earlier, and you guess (correctly) that she's off in some corner somewhere getting railed. You sigh, wishing you could be so lucky.
I watch you take a long sip of your drink. Good. The stuff I put in there is strong, but I still need you to take a few good swallows, or you'll just be sloppy, blackout drunk. Still fun for me, but not what I'm looking for tonight. You set the drink on the bar and turn out to the dance floor. Maybe my little cocktail has given you the confidence to shake your ass a bit, or maybe you're looking for some fresh air. It doesn't really matter, because as soon as you try to take a step you stumble and begin to fall. I'm there in an instant, steadying you, holding you upright as your knees buckle, getting your arm over my shoulder. "Hey now," I say, "looks like someone had too much to drink. Let me get you to somewhere you can sit down."
I give your breast a squeeze as I lead you. it's nice and soft, just like I thought it'd be, and you don't say a word in protest. That means it's working. I take you to the back of the club, where the men's bathroom is. By now I'm basically dragging you, your toes sliding along the floor, your head hanging limp in front of you. I have to put you down for a moment to prop open the door, and the sticky, sour-smelling grime of the club floor leaves a residue on your legs and the ass of your dress. That's fine. You'll be a lot messier by the time the night is through.
This particular bathroom is the reason I chose this club. There's an area where two counters of sinks face each other, each with a huge wall mirror above it. I lift you up to sit on one of the counters, propping you up in the corner so you stay upright. I check your eyes—a little sluggish, but responsive. Perfect. I turn your head to face the other mirror. I want you to see everything. I hike up your dress, and I'm surprised to see you aren't wearing panties. Even more surprising, your pussy is already soaking wet. I look into your eyes again, and I can almost imagine there's something in them. Something hungry.
You're more of a slut than I expected.
Not one to pass up an invitation, I take out my cock and begin to fuck you. You're exactly what I needed: tight, warm, wet. You sit limply as I I pound away at you for a while, watching in the mirror as I use you, Unable to look away. I wonder whether you would if you could.
Then the door opens, and a big guy with a protruding belly comes in. He starts when he sees us, looks like he's deciding if he needs to call someone. I wave him over. "Here, I was pretty much done anyway. Why don't you take a turn?" He's all too happy to oblige, and while he's unzipping his pants I take the permanent marker out of my pocket and take a moment to write on your inner thighs. On one side, the word FREE. On the other: CUNT.
The big guy is eager, I'll give him that much. He starts going to town on you like you're his favorite fleshlight, and he hasn't gotten to cum in months. A few more guys come in while he's doing his business, and after a moment's conference they come over to wait their turn. I watch in satisfaction as the big guy throws his head back, moaning and shooting cum into your pink little pussy. He thanks me, and while he's washing his hands the next guy starts in on you.
The word gets around pretty quick. Before long the bathroom is full of guys waiting to fuck you. The demand is so great, I agree to let them lay you on your side so they can fuck your mouth and ass too. All I demand is that they don't block your view of the mirror. That's the most important part, to me. I want to show you what a whore you are. You're no more than an an object, a collection of warm holes to stick our cocks in. The biggest difference between you and a fleshlight is we don't have to clean you up when we're done with you.
I stay there and enjoy the show for a good few hours, but eventually it's time for me to cum. The hard part is deciding where. Your mouth looks inviting, and I'm sure your asshole is nice and tight, but in the end I decide I didn't get enough of your pussy before. And besides, it's not free mouth or ass. It's free cunt. I wait for the guy currently on you to drop his load—I'm nothing if not courteous—and then I step in and take up where he left off. I try to fuck the cum of all these guys deeper into you, imagining it taking root in your womb. And then I feel something. Your pussy twitches, contracts ever-so-slightly around my cock. I look down at your face, and see you closing your eyes, almost as if in pleasure. Looks like it's time to go; my little cocktail is wearing off. I unload my balls into you, the pent-up cum of hours spent touching myself while I watched these strangers rape you. Maybe it's just my imagination, but I'd swear I hear a soft, desperate moan escape you. Hard to be sure, of course; the cock in your throat mostly drowns it out.
I turn for one last look before I leave. The rush has died down by now, but there's still a good number of guys standing around you. I smile. I doubt they'll be going anywhere any time soon. I turn and walk out the door.
As the drugs wear off, you begin to regain some control of your faculties. You wiggle your toes, twitch your fingers. The dull pounding in your lower regions sharpens into a pair of cocks, draining simultaneously into your pussy and your asshole. Your hips gyrate at the sensation, almost outside of your control. You try to lift your head, but the guy fucking your face pushes you back into the counter, your nose in a puddle of cum. He pulls out and ejaculates on your face—not the first guy tonight to finish in this way, by the feel of it.
He lets go and you attempt to sit up again, this time successfully. The party has gotten the hint that you're coming to, and the last of the rapists are filing out now. You sit your bare ass on the counter and look at your self in the mirror. Your face has received so many loads that it's impossible to distinguish them: they run together into a thick coating of cum. Your dress has been torn open to get at your breasts, which are bruised and sore from all the gripping and squeezing they've taken. Your pussy is swollen and red, and more cum drips out of it each time you move. The marker has bled a bit, but the words FREE CUNT are still very legible, and you doubt they'll wash off any time soon.
Cum runs down your leg as you stand. Your dress is ruined. There's no way you'll be getting your tits back into this thing. Best to wait until everyone's gone home, then make a break for it, hope not too many people see you. That gives you a little time.
You wipe a drop of cum that's run down your cheek and now threatens to fall off your chin. You lick it off your finger, almost curiously. Then you lower your hand between your legs and begin to masturbate.
can’t stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
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.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and it’s too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You don’t even know if its owner is still behind you, or if it’s just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. They’ll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. You’ll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a stranger’s thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. It’s going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
The sun is a heavy, relentless weight on your skin, making the sand shimmer and your head swim. You're sprawled on your towel, too dizzy from the heat to care about much else. Your bikini top is loose, and as you shift, you feel a cool breeze where there shouldn't be one. You glance down and see your panties have twisted, the fabric pulled to the side to expose your pussy lips to the warm air. A flush of embarrassment warms your cheeks, but it's mixed with a thrill. That's when you notice him. A man a few feet away, his sunglasses aimed right at you. He doesn't look away when you catch him. He just watches, his expression unreadable.
Your heart hammers in your chest as you let your knees fall open just a little wider. Your fingers tremble as you trail them over your bikini top, teasing your nipples through the damp fabric. He doesn't move, just watches, and the intensity of his stare makes you feel completely exposed. You slide a hand down your stomach, past the twisted edge of your panties. A soft gasp escapes you as your fingertips brush your wetness. You're putting on a show just for him.
You find your clit, already throbbing and slick, and begin to circle it with a slow, deliberate pressure. You bite you lips, looking right at him, as your hips twitch against your own hand. With your other hand, you tug your bikini top down, exposing your breast to the hot sun. You pinch and roll your nipple, the sharp sensation mixing with the pleasure building between your legs. You glance over and see his hand moving firmly in his shorts, stroking his cock while he watches you. The sight makes you moan softly, and you push two fingers deep inside your wet pussy, imagining it's him filling you up.
You gasp as his shadow falls over you. His hands are on you before you can speak, one roughly squeezing your exposed breast while the other pushes your fingers aside and slides two of his own into your soaking pussy. He stretches you so much more than your own fingers could. You can see other people further down the beach, but you're too far gone to care. He unzips his shorts and his cock springs out, thick and eager. He pushes your legs wider and drives into you with one hard thrust, filling your cunt completely. Your back arches off the towel as he sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust grinding against that sweet spot inside you. The sound of skin slapping mixes with the waves, and you know anyone looking would see everything. The risk only makes you clench around him tighter.
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.
You don’t know him. He doesn’t know you. He didn’t ask for your consent. He just saw you bent over, looking at the snacks on the lower shelf and grabbed your ass.
Your heart pounded and you stopped breathing, but your cunt clenched and soaked immediately. His hand slid across your soft ass and you felt his finger tips gently trace the folds of your pussy. Still you didn’t stop him. Still you didn’t cry out. You just stayed there, letting this complete stranger fondle you.
Your silence emboldened him. Quickly he went from a gentle caress, to fingering you. Panties pulled aside, his thick fingers pump in and out of your wet cunt as you grab the shelving to steady yourself. Biting your lip, you try to stifle your moans as your cunt flutters around his thick digits.
Then you’re suddenly empty and instead of feeling relieved it’s over, you feel disappointment. You were getting close, close to cumming on some random mans fingers. But then you feel it. Something hot and hard press to your puffy lips.
Looking back, you see his bare cock. Hard and throbbing for you. Before you can say anything, he sinks into you hard. One forceful thrust and all of him is buried in you. There’s no stopping your half moan of pleasure and half cry of pain as you are forcefully stretched around his girth.
Your sound doesn’t stop him. He just grabs your hips tight, and fucks you. Fast and hard his hips slap into you, over and over. The wet sound of your pussy echoing down the mostly quiet aisle.
Grabbing the shelf harder you moan like the whore you are as you let this stranger use you. Use you like the free use slut you are. Your hole squeezes him hard and he hisses through his teeth. His fingers dig into your soft hips harder as he pulls you back to meet each thrust.
“Let me see her tits!” An excited man says suddenly and you turn to see some other man watching from a few feet away.
His cock is out and it’s hard. His hand strokes it slowly and you see precum dribbling from the fat head to the shaft where his hand smears it with each stroke. In his other hand is his phone and he’s recording you.
You want to tell him to stop, but you only groan and drop your head in shame as you cum on the strangers cock. It isn’t a powerful orgasm, but it still feels so amazing that you don’t realize you were turned and had your clothes pulled aside so your tits are out for all to see.
The man strokes his cock harder and groans as he records your bouncing tits. The stranger holds your arms so you can’t cover yourself while giving him leverage to keep fucking you.
You need to stop before things go too far, but you don’t do anything to stop them. You let the man use your cunt until he presses in as deep as he can and cums. His cock throbbing inside you as rope after rope of hot cum fills you.
The man watching strokes his cock hard and fast and he blasts his load all over your tits and the floor. Then they are done with you.
The man pulls out of you and tucks his cock away as the other ends the recording and puts himself away. You fall to the tile floor, landing in the mans cum as they talk excitedly to each other.
They have already forgotten you as they exchange numbers so the second man can send the video to the first man. When you look up at them, they are already walking away. Laughing and slapping each other on the back as you are left on the cold floor. Some random strangers cum dripping across your tits while another strangers cum drips from your cunt. And you smile.
Getting up, you fix your clothing and make yourself presentable just as another man turns into your aisle. You glance at him and your heart races as you bend over to look at the snacks again. Turning slightly, you angle your ass that’s barely covered in your short skirt towards him. Hoping this new man will be as brave as the last man was.
Urgh, I love imagining a world where men can treat women however they want with no repercussions.
You could just be walking down the street and a man tells you to show him your tits. You can be a good girl and expose yourself to everyone in public... or he will reveal them by force. Either way, you're still getting stared at - though if you annoy him enough, he may need to teach you your place by stuffing your pussy right there in the street and showing everyone how your tits flop around as he fucks you. You'd better learn to be obedient if you want to get to work any time soon. Or at the very least, how to stop your sloppy cunt from cumming uncontrollably around every cock that enters it... I mean, you can't blame everyone for stopping and staring when you look so pathetic speared by a man.
Or on the train, a man could decide he wants to fuck you there, rubbing his cock under your skirt before pulling your panties aside and filling you up. Everyone on the train would immediately notice, but no one would do anything to stop it. In fact, most of the men on the train would cheer, or pull out a camera to film your erotic slutty face as you get raped. Maybe one of them would order you to moan loudly and tell everyone how good it feels, else he'll rape you next. The assault won't ever end until you give into their demands and humiliate yourself. Oh, and your stop? Well, you missed that long ago.
And what about services? While men can easily shop with just money, women aren't allowed to buy anything without offering their body, of course. Maybe the local shop requires every woman to pull down her panties and spread her pussy for the cashier to see whilst moaning a specific phrase, like "my greedy cunt gets so wet when you look at it, sir". Or maybe a gym requires all women to be sufficiently edged to enter, meaning a man will finger her cunt to check she's wet enough. After all, horny brain-dead girls make the best eye candy for men. And if she's not... Well, the next few hours will be spent fixing that, won't they?
Oh, and you'd better hope you don't look too enticing. Once you get caught in a public gangrape, the rest of your day is essentially gone, along with the last of your dignity. Not to mention the photos and videos soon to be all over the internet <3
The only escape is to get pregnant and become a housewife. At least then you won't have to leave the house ever again.
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