Migraine Misery

Story by Lunaraus

So after long time lurking I'm going to be a useful member here! I present to you my first story ever, so please be kind! Also I'm very open for critique, just be sure to make it constructive. I want to learn why you would do things differently. I've already done some proofreading, but it's bound to have errors still.

If received well I intend to build on this story further, especially the characters.

The story itself includes:

| Rape | Big cock | Size Difference | Muscular/Strong Shemales | FUTA on FEM | FUTA on FUTA Humiliation |

Migraine Misery “Come see! Come see! Never have your car sputter again! Madame, you there, ever had your car stutter on you? Well not anymore, because for just 5.99 you can buy Stutter-Away. Never have your car burp at you ever again!”

Chloe just held her head in pain. With squinting eyes she tried to navigate, to avoid the thousands of people that were on her path to soothing silence. Only a shiver of light, a slight rattle in her ear and her would explode. Every salesmen she cursed, every smooth guy that tried to hit on her was nothing more than an annoyance only adding to her damning migraine. Still with her eyes barely open, she spotted something that would sooth her aching mind. A bathroom, a bathroom that was still under construction as the doorway was encroached with the yellow-black tape, preventing anyone normal from entering.

She stormed inside, ducking down to crawl under the “under construction” tape. Her head felt woozy as her migraine kept continuously pounding her head. Still this abandoned toilet was a huge relief for her. Here, there were no thousands of people she had to account for, the noises mercifully muffled and the only a light covering the room was dim, coming from a forgotten construction light.

It was heaven for her overburdened mind, making her sigh in relief before quickly darting towards one lonely stall in the middle of the wall, opposite of the room. The only one the constructors build before the city-council decided to cut funding as it didn’t seem cost-effective anymore.

Chloe at that moment couldn’t care less, for her this little stall was perfect! At least that’s what her migraine-stricken mind allowed her to notice, because if she had taken a good glance at the stall she would have noticed it wasn’t used for its intended purpose. Two giant holes were on either side of the stall, the walls themselves brandished with all kinds of derogatory slurs. Slut, cumdumpster, Nut-reservoir; everything you could bring up in your mind seemed to be written on the walls, as well as some phonenumbers.

Still, even in this, for her, little piece of heaven her head continued to pound painfully. At one point the painful throbs even became too much, her stomach turning, making her feel very nauseous before her weak wobbly legs couldn’t hold her upright anymore. Fortunately she didn’t have to throw up, though had to at least succumb to her struggling legs and squat down near the toilet bowl. Her breath was still erratic from the passed need to vomit, but years of migraine-attacks had given her some tips and tricks to deal with it and so she quickly calmed her breathing down and the nauseating feelings with it.

“Phew, too close…” she thought before quickly digging through her shoulder bag in search for one of her painkillers, yanking them free from her bag before her desperate fingers fumbled with the flimsy packaging. It was an anal suppository instead of an oral one. If she would have taken one orally, her body would have just expelled it faster than it could work.

Her desperation combined with her hurting head, made her completely oblivious to the outside, as the door to the bathroom swung open and heavy footsteps rang through the room, coming closer and closer until she couldn’t deny their existences anymore. She froze in fear and uncertainty, not knowing who was outside or what their intentions were. One thing was clear though, from the footsteps she was certain it were multiple people. For a few seconds she remained still, not giving a single sound before she heard fumbling at either side of the stall, close to the holes she know just noticed. She jumped up, the painkillers escaping her grasp and falling to tiled ground, pining off.

“Wh…who’s there?” she stammered, while supporting herself against the walls, her legs still not strong enough to really hold her.

Heh” – only an arrogant chuckle was her answer, as the footsteps seemed to completely surround her. Chloe remained silent, somehow still hoping to get an answer, hoping that this was nothing more than a stupid joke.

Before she could react again however, two rather big soft cocks came tumbling out of the holes. Her eyes fluttered a bit in shock, both at the size of the tools that drooped lazily out of the holes, but also the fact that this seemed to be happening for real. Sure she knew places like this existed, but never in her mind d

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