"S-Stop… If you keep spreading my legs, I'll get hurt…"

On the subway, three muscular guys spread my legs roughly while I try to stop them the best as I can.

The man standing in front of me suddenly draws out his belt and ties my hands with it.

"Stay put! Sluts like you are born to give us pleasure!"

Then, he spreads my legs once again before ripping my soaked panties off my body.

My name was Joey Grayson. I naturally had an excess of estrogen, and my desire for the opposite sex ran deep.

Around that time, my boyfriend, Eugene Wade, had left on a business trip and had already been gone for three months.

Over a hundred days had dragged on like a drought. I had become like dry, cracked earth, aching for a heavy rain to soak me through.

At work each day, my mind wandered, and I grew restless, easily distracted by thoughts of strong male bodies.

Knowing how sensitive I was, I never went anywhere without a small purple toy tucked close to me.

That night, work at the office ran late. It was after 10:00 pm, and there still seemed to be no end in sight.

A strange sensation crept through me like vines, scratching just beneath the skin. There were too many people around, and I had no way to relieve myself. The ache grew unbearable.

At last, work came to an end. I grabbed my things and rushed home.

On the subway, that unbearable itch peaked. A few scattered passengers still lingered in the car. I pressed my thighs together, fighting with everything I had against that deep, bone-searing need.

After a few stops, the passengers gradually got off one by one until I found myself alone in the carriage.

I lived in a rather remote area, and at that hour, hardly anyone took the subway.

As I looked around the empty carriage, a dangerous thought began to creep into my mind.

I reached into my bag and took out the little purple toy. Seeing that no one was around, I slipped it under my skirt without a second thought.

To ensure I could relieve myself whenever the urge hit, I had deliberately worn crotchless stockings without any underwear, so I could slip the toy in effortlessly.

A deep, pulsing vibration spread through me, finally offering some relief from that overwhelming, aching need.

I leaned back in my seat, unable to stop a soft, involuntary whimper from slipping past my lips. There were only a few stops left before I reached home, where I could finally release the tension.

Just as I began to lose myself, three strongly built men entered the carriage.

They sat right across from me, looking as though they had just walked straight out of a late-night gym session.

Damn, why would anyone be taking the subway at this hour, especially at the exact moment I needed privacy the most?

If they discovered the secret hidden beneath my skirt, I would be mortified.

I kept my legs tightly pressed together, pulling the hem of my skirt into place to hide what was underneath.

When I had let out those soft moans earlier, I hadn't realized anyone was getting on. The three of them had already heard my gasps, and now they were staring straight at me. Under their burning gazes, a wave of embarrassment washed over me.

To make things worse, all three men were incredibly muscular, dressed in tight sleeveless tops that showed off their solid, chiseled bodies.

The desire inside me only intensified. A reckless thought surfaced. I wanted them to spread my legs apart and have their way with me right there.

At that moment, the toy was still vibrating intensely inside me, and I could feel their eyes fixed on me.

My body was reaching its limit. I couldn't stop the trembling.

This was bad. If they found out, it would be unbearably humiliating.

I half-closed my eyes and leaned back against the seat, pretending to be asleep as if I hadn't noticed them.

At the same time, I curled my toes tightly, struggling to keep my body from shaking.

Then I caught them whispering.

"Hey, did you guys hear? That lady seems to be doing something down there."

"Yeah, I heard it too. Though it was just my imagination. I never expected someone like her to have urges like that. She couldn't even hold on until she got off."

"So, what do you say? Should we step in and help her?"

They talked about me openly. Their voices were low, but I could still hear every word.

My face burned with embarrassment. I felt as though I had been laid bare for all to see.

Why had the subway not reached the station yet?

Panic rose in my chest, and I struggled to hold back tears.

Suddenly, the man in the middle pointed at me excitedly. "Look, she's blushing. She must have heard everything we said. Damn, even her neck is red. She must be really sensitive."

I felt overwhelmed with shame, as if I might collapse from it. How had I gotten so desperate that I ended up doing this on the subway?

With those three muscular men sitting across from me, I found myself unable to move. All I could do was endure as the toy continued to stimulate me.

The vibrations spread through my body, inching through me bit by bit. It felt as though everything inside me was about to burst.

I kept my eyes tightly shut, hoping the train would reach the station soon.

At that moment, one of the men across from me suddenly spoke up. "She's not responding to anything we are saying. Do you think she's actually asleep?"

"Probably," the other replied. "Her face is red. Maybe she's having a dirty dream. Mike, go sit next to her and see if she's really asleep."

The man named Mike stood up, walked over, and sat beside me. He leaned in and looked at me closely.

I could clearly feel a sturdy man sitting next to me, and his burning gaze swept over my entire body.

"She's probably asleep. There's no reaction at all," Mike Ashford said to the others.

Under his gaze, every cell in my body felt like it was about to explode. The sensation grew stronger and faster, and the tingling all over my body reached its peak. It became unbearably intense and uncomfortable.

I couldn't help but gently rub my legs together, hoping they wouldn't notice.

Mike suddenly exclaimed, "She's faking it. She just moved her legs."

As soon as he said that, all three men stared in unison at the area beneath my skirt. Their gazes felt so intense it was as if they were trying to lift it themselves, and my entire body burned under the pressure.

I could no longer hold back. I felt a warm trickle slide down from the tops of my thighs. The worst part was that I wasn't wearing any underwear.

It slid along my leg, and none of them missed it.

"Holy crap, she's wet!" Mike exclaimed beside me.

I kept my eyes shut and stayed completely still, fearing that even a glance would make everything more unbearable.

The men leaned closer toward the hem of my skirt, staring in shock at what they had seen.

"Is she having that kind of dream? Is that why she's wet?"

"Is she asleep or what? This is insane. Should we lift her skirt to see what's underneath?"

As soon as that was said, the others agreed, all urging Mike to lift my skirt and take a look.

At that moment, I was freaking out. Were they really going to lift my skirt? I still had the toy inside me.

If they lifted my skirt, they'd see everything. And to make it worse, I wasn't wearing any underwear. I would be completely exposed.

Just as I was hesitating whether to stop them, Mike flipped up my short skirt without saying a word.

A cold breeze swept against my skin, and all three men froze at what they saw.

Mike was the first to shout, "Holy shit! She's got a toy inside her, and she's not wearing anything underneath!"

None of these three men had ever seen anything like this before, and they were instantly aroused.

"Come on, she's got crotchless stockings on. Is she here just to get fucked or what?"

"How gorgeous. Hey, let's do her a favor and help her get off?"

With that, the men rubbed their hands together and started walking toward me. Suddenly, I felt two rough, large hands press down on my thighs and forcefully pry them apart.

My eyes shot open, and I stared at them in terror.

"No, don't!" I shouted. "I have a boyfriend."

The three men were jolted by my sudden outcry, freezing mid-action with their hands still resting on my thighs.

Mike recovered almost immediately. He reached inside and pulled out my toy.

"Please, don't!"

A wave of tingling pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a moan.

Mike looked at the wet stains on the toy, then gave me a lecherous grin.

"You were probably fantasizing about the three of us and using that toy to get yourself off, weren't you? You're already this fucking wet, so why are you still pretending? We're going to fuck you properly today."

As soon as he finished, the men lunged at me again, forcing my legs apart.

Mike straddled me and pawed at my chest.

As much as I might have secretly wanted it, I wasn't some slut. I desperately tried to reject them, squeezing my legs tightly together as I resisted their prying hands.

Mike reached both hands into the collar of my blouse and gave my soft curves a hard squeeze.

In that instant, the shape of my breasts shifted under his palms, and a tingling, shameful sensation washed over me.

"They feel damn good. Come on, you guys, touch them too."

All three men shoved their hands inside, nearly tearing my bra apart.

It was the first time I had ever been touched by so many men at once. The sensation was strange and overwhelming, and my body grew hotter by the moment.

Their movements became rougher, like I was theirs to use. I was so overwhelmed I could barely hold back my tears.

"Please, have mercy on me. I'm not that kind of woman."

As soon as I said that, all three men burst out laughing.

"Save the act. You couldn't stop playing with your little toy on the subway. Your pussy's starving. A nasty slut like you was born to be used by men."

With that, Mike pulled off his belt and struck it hard against my body. A fierce sting bloomed across my skin, yet instead of pain, I only wanted more.

Then they lifted my legs, hoisting my entire body into the air.

Mike settled between my thighs, holding me up with his hands under my butt. The warmth of his broad palms spread across my bottom.

"Little slut, what's the point of toys? Don't you want to try the real thing?"

With that, he unzipped his pants, and his massive shaft sprang free, aiming directly at me.

He was so huge. It looked like it would be deeply satisfying.

The moment I saw that massive manhood, all my strength to resist melted away, and my legs parted on their own.

The two men holding my legs noticed immediately and murmured eagerly, "Mike, she's already opening up for you. Just fuck her already."

Mike trembled with raw thrill at their words and pushed his massive shaft toward me.