I huff and puff as I rush down the hallway, clutching my bag to my chest. I just know I'm going to get a stitch in my side, but I really don't have a choice in the matter. Whose idea was it anyways to schedule back-to-back classes clear across campus? Not mine. I glance down at my watch, nearly running right into someone. I stumble around them and pick up the pace, my blue pleated skirt bouncing as my legs pump. "I'm not going to make it," I think to myself with a groan.

The professor for this course is such a hardass. I bite the inside of my cheek. He's already yelled at me, yelled, in front of the entire class last week for being late. I slow to a stop as I come to a branch off the hallway. The hallway I'm in is brightly lit, and the dregs of the press of other students rushing to class slips around me. The branching hallway, closed off for construction that had been put on hiatus, is dark and empty and creepy in that liminal way when crowded places have their crowds taken away. But, it also cuts through this maze of the building. It had originally been the entirety of the building, before the east and west wings had been added on, but it's been closed down for renovations for the past semester. It would save me a whole bunch of time in getting to my class, though, and surely I'll be fine if I cut through.

I glance back and forth between the old and new hallways. I groan but take off down the old one. It'll be fine.

I rush down the hall, stirring up dust and dodging sheets of drywall and other debris. Faster and faster, my flats slap out a frantic rhythm that echos in the empty space. Long black hair flies in a trail behind me. Come on, come on. I go to take a hard left turn as the straight section of the hall comes to an end, but my foot doesn't find any traction. A broken piece of drywall slides under my foot, and I trip hard. I yelp, glancing up to see the wall hurtling towards me. I clench my bag against my chest, close my eyes, and hunch my shoulders as I almost fly through the air.

It feels like an explosion rocks me when I hit the wall headfirst. I crash into it with all the force and momentum that my 100 pound frame can carry, and it's the old drywall that gives way. It takes a minute for the stars in my eyes to fade and the pain in my head and neck to set in. I grimace, blinking away tears. It's too dark to make out where exactly I am, in the specific. I'm bent over something, and it takes me a moment to realize I'm bent over, stuck halfway in the wall itself. I kick and thrash in the wall, my lower half on the outside of the wall, but I can't untangle myself from my bag well enough to dislodge myself. My toes just barely brush the ground outside, so I can't get any leverage that way. I try to work my arms out, but there are heavy wooden studs to either side of me, keeping me from working myself out from the inside either.

I shudder. I can't believe it's happened, but I seem to be well and truly stuck in place. So much for getting to class on time. I'm not sure how long it'll take me to get out of this at all.

"Help," I call out, my voice sounding weak and reedy in the dark emptiness. Surely someone will come along and help me out eventually, right?

So, no "stepbro, I'm stuck", unfortunately for you degenerates, but I must admit I have a thing for the whole (hole?) freeuse/stuck in a wall type situation, and I'm not at all afraid of resorting to the most tired and unlikely of porn set-ups to make the scenario happen. If you'll indulge my incredibly lazy college set up, I think maybe we can have some fun with my character finding herself in quite a predicament, completely stuck in a wall, wearing a short skirt with her ass in the air. There's no telling what might happen before she gets free, but we can be fairly sure very little of it will be beneficial to her academic goals.

I kinda have two ideas for how this sort of prompt can play out, and since this is my first time trying it out, I might treat it as a bit of a test run. Either we can try to have you play a bunch of different characters who run across my character, each one escalating my situation a little more. Maybe someone has some permanent markers they leave behind. Maybe a few people leave various... predicament enhancers for others to use, and we just see where the story goes. Another idea I like for this is to try and juggle a bunch of short one offs with people who reach out. The first person gets me as I am at the end of the intro, the second person gets me after whatever the first person does, and so on and so forth. I really like the idea, but it does seem like a lot to juggle, so I'm not sure if that'll actually work out. We'll have to see, I guess.

As for myself/my character, I'm a 28 year old Chinese American nerd irl, and I generally like to play as myself. In this case, maybe I'm a 19 year old student in your class. I'm petite if we're being nice about it, short and scrawny if we're not being nice. Very quiet and bookish, with thick, black rimmed glasses.

As far as kinks go for this one, obviously sloppy freeuse is a big one for this prompt. I love non-con and rough sex. Lots of humiliation and degradation. kinklist here, if you want to peruse. Limits are mostly heavy pain and toilet stuff. Specific things I'm not really wanting to do in this prompt: not really looking for raceplay, and I'm not really looking to leave the wall.

So, yeah. I'm looking for people to come up, fuck me hard, cum in me, cum on me, humiliate me, write on me, leave tallies, make signs to subtly advertise if you want. Make fun of me, force me to cum. Make me say things. Maybe tie my legs up further if you want. Just don't actually try and free me. I'm just a very (un)fortunate fixture for the school, now.

Not really sure what to expect out of this one, but I'm very much looking forward to finding out. <3 I only play in reddit DMs, so no chat, no kik/discord/etc. Let's have fun <3