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getting on the train, and being turned into a free use slut for everyone who comes across you.
it starts off with one person fondling your chest, before putting their hands under your shirt and rolling up your binder - teasing your sensitive nipples. Then, they'd pull down their pants, and place their cock at your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds, before shoving themselves inside.
before too long, the other passengers would notice what was happening; to your horror, instead of helping you, they'd want to join in.
you're bent over the nearest surface, and forced to service the people around you. stroking their cocks, licking their pussies, all while you can do nothing to stop them from filling all of your holes.
one of them pulls out a sharpie, and starts to write degrading things on you. multiple of them pull out their phones and take pictures of you - covered in cum, and with all three of your holes stretched around a cock.
every time you think it's over, more people board the train and join in. it's not until the very last stop where you can finally gather everything and get to safety.
despite your disgust, you can't help yourself from rushing back to your home and touching yourself to everything that was done to you, the writing and dried cum all over you serving as a reminder that you're nothing but a free use whore for whoever will have you.
could you imagine getting r8ped in the complete dark?
like i get really drunk at a party and in my haze i'm guided away by some guy into the laundry room, away from the bass boosted music and crowd. no light on, no windows, i didn't get a glance at him earlier so i can't see who is backing me into a cold concrete wall and shoving his tongue down my throat.
body crushing mine into the wall, i'm too hazed out to get away, he keeps pouring beer down my throat and biting into my neck, telling me to chill out, relax, this will feel good, as he unbuttons my jeans and starts rubbing me off, fingering me, covering my mouth with his other hand and whispering "shut up, dont want people knowing what i'm doing to you in here."
making me cum just from thick fingers and bending me over the washing machine with my jeans down, sliding inside me and slapping my ass so hard it turns red, covering my mouth while he fucks me even though no one would hear me mumbling anyway.
i'd pass out at that point and wake up with him sitting on the dryer, me on top riding him, being easily bounced up and down on him, cumming again. my jeans are somewhere on the ground and my shirt is pulled up, binder unzipped and open he's grunting and whispering the filthiest things in my ear ("come on, make some noise for me baby" "i knew you had a banging body under your baggy ass clothes" "god, youre mine now, i'll use you every time i see you") while i'm squeaking and moaning in his ear, drooling on his shoulder. i didnt even realize the noises were coming from me until i tried to say "what are you doing?" (to which he replied "i'm fucking you, what else do you think?") while grabbing my tits and biting my shoulder.
no one even realized he or i were gone. or that he would keep his word and abuse me every time he could.
need a manipulative therapist to convince me to tell her all my most fucked up sexual fantasies. of course i would start getting wet and flustered and she would act all shocked and disgusted and say "are you really getting turned on right now? this is highly inappropriate. you're clearly going to need much more intensive care than i thought." she would scold me for violating her boundaries but id just get hornier and hornier the more embarrassed i got. i would try to cross my legs as she lectured me but she would stop me and order me to keep them open, giving her a full view of the wet spot beginning to form on my jeans. "i should have known a little slut like you wouldn't be able to take this seriously. stand up."
when i obeyed she would pull my pants and boxers down and stick her fingers between my legs. "suck on that, slut." she'd shove her fingers into my mouth until i gagged on them, making me taste my own wetness.
"with clients like you, i have to use more...unorthodox methods, or else you never learn. get on your knees, whore." as soon as i was kneeling, my ass and pussy still exposed with my pants around my ankles, she would push my face against her crotch so i could feel her cock hardening under her slacks.
"see how you've distracted me? there's no room for pathetic sluts in a professional environment. get my cock out. there's only one way to deal with cumsluts." i would be practically panting and drooling by then, the thought of her girldick driving me wild. when i pull it out of her panties it springs to its full length and i open my mouth instinctively. she grabs me by the hair and pulls me onto her cock, sinking all the way to the hilt as i gag.
"that's a good slut. don't you dare drool on my clothes. and if your little pussy drips on my office floor i'll make you clean it up with your mouth. after all, i'm doing you a favor. this is the only treatment that can help a filthy slut like you." im moaning around her girlcock, turned on and humiliated.
"say thank you, cunt," she commands as she suddenly pulls out, still clutching a fistful of my hair.
"thank you, doctor," i reply immediately.
"good whore. now i'm going to administer the final part of your treatment, so i need you to get on all fours, with that pretty pussy in the air."
i flush bright red but obey without a word. i can't see what she's doing behind me, but i hear the rustling of fabric, and then i feel my jeans boxers being taken all the way off, and my legs being forcibly spread. i gasp as she runs a finger over my dripping slit, then pushes inside me, her sharp nail scraping my pussy.
"it's pathetic how wet you're getting from this. you're practically begging me to rape you, just like in all your disgusting fantasies." she adds another finger and i moan as she scissors me open. "you need this. you need to be fixed. you need my cock."
"yes, doctor," i pant. "i need your cock."
"beg for it."
"please, please fuck me. please put your cock inside of me. i need to feel you raping me." suddenly she shoves into me, her balls slapping against my clit, her long nails digging into my hips as she bounces me back and forth on her cock. i wonder if her next client can hear the wet slapping sounds of her forcing herself into my pussy.
"good slut. i knew you would take my cock perfectly. it's practically what you were made for. so wet and tight. i bet you would let me do anything i wanted for a chance to get filled with cock." i whimper in agreement. "now this is the most important part of the treatment. i'm going to fill your pussy with cum. it has a very therapeutic effect on little whores."
"w-wait," i stammer, and try to move away. "i'm not on birth control."
she snarls and forces me back onto her cock, bending down to whisper in my ear. "do you really think you know what's good for you better than me? i'm your therapist. if i tell you i'm going to cum inside you, that's what's going to happen, like it or not. now moan for me while i breed you." i do moan, both out of fear and desire, and she empties my balls into my cunt, grunting. "now that's a good whore." she pulls out and i can feel her cum leaking out of my pussy. she slaps my ass. "come back next week for your next dose."
You got stoned around me again? God, you should really know better by this point. It's almost as if you're asking to be raped by my girlcock. Well, if you are, then I'll give it to you. I know I'm usually the more forceful, pin you down and use you type, but tonight I'm gonna go slower, more gentle. I grind my bulge against your cute ass, all the while using my hands to grope and play with your tits. You're too stoned to even realize what I'm doing. All you know is that it makes your boycunt so fucking wet. I rub your boycunt through your underwear, forcing you to let out a few moans before I take the underwear off. Then, I take out my girlcock and slowly stick it inside you before I start thrusting in and out of you. You say "no," and that you "don't want this," but your soaked boycunt clenching around my girlcock tells me otherwise. You begin to cry as you normally do when I rape you, but instead of ignoring your cries, I instead say "Shhh, it's okay. It's okay. Just let me do it. You can take it, pretty boy." I give you a kiss and stroke your hair while I continue raping you. As this point your body betrays you even more as your boycunt clenches around my girlcock even harder. You know what that means? It means you're gonna cum from being raped yet again. I keep kissing you and stroking your hair while you desperately moan and whimper into my mouth. You finally cum on my girlcock once more, and it doesn't take long afterwards for me to fill up your womb with my own cum. "You did so good for me, pretty boy. Your boycunt is a perfect rapehole," I say as you pass out from exhaustion while I give you forehead kisses.
OUUUUUUGH GENTLE BUT HARD RAPE MY BELOVEDDDDDDD
you wouldnt be able to tell the difference between my moans and sobs. i'd be so cute, just laying there and taking it, vaguely trying to move, but not being able to do much more than twitch. my mouth would be so limp and slack when you kiss me, playing with my tongue piercing, violating two holes in one go :(
Hello, it's girlcock anon again and I have another fantasy I wanna share with you. Imagine I corner you and push you against a wall. You can see the hunger, the lust in my eyes, and you can tell I'm going to rape you again. You know you can't stop me but yet you still keep saying "no" as if you expect me to suddenly have a change of heart for once, but I don't. Instead, I strip off your clothes until you're wearing nothing but a binder. "Take this stupid fucking thing off," I yell as I rip it off your chest and expose your tits. "Why would you ever wanna hide these? They're fucking perfect," I say as grope your tits, suck on them, and play with your nipples. Once I'm done with that, I pull out a cute little micro bikini that I make you put on for me. It just barely covers your nipples and your boycunt. Then, I force you to smile and do the most humiliating, degrading poses in it while I take photographs. With each photo you can see your boycunt getting wetter and wetter as it stains and leaks through the bikini bottom. I show the photos to you once I'm finished, telling you I'll post them online. You get on your knees and cry as you beg me not to, but you're swiftly silenced by me jamming my girlcock into your mouth and fucking your face. The sounds you make as you gag on my girlcock are fucking divine. Afterwards, I bend you over and rape your dripping wet boycunt again. And just like the last times, even as you protest you can't help but moan like a dumb little pornstar slut while I use you like the fucktoy you are. When I finally cum inside I take one last photo of your used and broken body as my cum leaks out of your boycunt. "I can't wait for everyone to see these photos," I say before giving you a kiss and leaving you there.
HI HI HI HI <33333 i missed you I've been thinking abt u at work
best part is that you dont even need to rip my binder, its one of those cheap ones with the clasps on the side (ooc: these are bad for you. dont be me.) and i may be a virgin irl but based on my kinda-assault a few years ago ik my nipples are sensitive
im a 34DD btw and thongs barely cover my boycunt <3 so youd be able to see everything and have easy access to my holes
and ohhh how i'd comply, because im too scared not to, and I'd only struggle a little. T has made me so horny i bet if this happened right now i'd cum on your girlcock :( which i definitely dont want, please dont make me cum, i don't wanna~ i'd probably whine for you to take it out of me, you're too big.
You've always been an outdoor person. You're a camper, a hiker, an explorer. You feel at home in this forest; miles upon miles of trees in every direction, the only hints of civilization a handful of campgrounds and the odd ranger station. Years of experience have made you comfortable here, in the cool, quiet air.
Maybe too comfortable.
It's late morning when you first notice someone behind you on the trail. You don't see them when you look back. You just their footsteps, the sound of cracking twigs and crunching leaves. You expect them to pass you, as you're taking a pretty leisurely pace, but the footsteps always seem to be about 20 feet behind you. You start to get annoyed. This person's thousand-pound feet are ruining your nice, quiet walk. You step to the side of the trail and wait the person to pass.
And so do they.
That makes you nervous. You start walking again, and they walk with you. You stop, they stop. You begin to think you might be in trouble. Careful to keep the noise at you front, you take the folded trail map out of your pocket and begin to scan it. There's a ranger station not far ahead; if you can just make it that far, you might be safe.
You break into a brisk walk, and your pursuer keeps pace. This trail was made intentionally with a lot bends in it, so each hiker or group of hikers could feel like the wilderness was their own, without running into many other people. It means your pursuer can stay relatively close to you without ever entering your line of sight. You're close now, you recognize the little footbridge over this creek, so you break into a run, skidding on mud and dried leaves as you make a mad dash for safety. The footsteps crash through the forest behind you, and you're too afraid to turn around but you're sure they're gaining on you. You see the ranger station up ahead, a little log cabin with a green door, and you practically fly up the front steps, through the unlocked door. You slam it shut behind you and throw the deadbolt, sliding down the door in a mess of exhaustion and nerves.
The ranger station consists of a single room, with a ladder up to a small loft space where the ranger sleeps. You were hoping to find help, but the ranger isn't here at the moment. That's okay. Just the locked door on its own makes you feel a lot better. You listen intently for any sound outside, but all you hear is birdsong, and wind through the trees.
Then someone is trying to turn the door handle. The sound makes you jump, but you try to stay brave. You're still safe. They can't get in.
You hear a man's voice on the other side of the door. "Hello?"
You summon your courage and call back. "Leave me alone! What do you want from me?"
The voice sounds surprised. "I...I don't want anything from you ma'am. It's just...well, you're kind of in my office." You get to your hands and knees and crawl to the front window, just peeking over the sill. Outside is a flustered looking man in a ranger uniform. Relief floods your body. You let him in.
"Thank god," he says. "I'm not supposed to leave the station unlocked, I thought at first some teenagers had gotten in here and...hey, what's wrong?" He's seen the look in your eyes, the way you're still panting, the state of your hair. You explain to him about the footsteps, the chase through the woods, how you hid here for safety. His eyes grow wider with your every word. "Shit, that's terrible. Drink some water, get yourself hydrated while I check around out there." He offers you his canteen. You begin to tell him you have your own water, but he waves you off. "No, no, I can't let you use your own rations. I've got extra water reserves here just for unprepared hikers, I won't run out. Please."
You take the canteen and drink, sitting on a hard folding chair while the ranger goes back outside. Now that you think about it, you're actually incredibly thirsty. You finish off the ranger's canteen, and feel a little bad about it, but he seemed insistent that you should have it.
You're exhausted. It had already been a long day of hiking, and then you went and spent the rest of your energy running through the forest. You were probably overreacting, you think as your eyelids begin to droop. Maybe it was just an illusion, your own footsteps somehow echoed back to you by the forest. In the warmth and safety of the ranger station, the fear you felt before seems almost silly.
Your limbs feel sluggish and disconnected. Your head seems to be full of rocks. Your eyelids fall closed, and you're out before you hit the floor.
You come to little by little, slowly becoming aware of several odd sensation at once. The first thing you notice is that you feel good. Incredible, actually. You're having trouble wrapping your head around why exactly—you're having trouble putting thoughts together, connecting raw sensation to ideas or meanings. But you like how you're feeling, you know that much.
There's more to it though, because you also hurt, which you don't like. There's something rough pressing up against your back, and your arms and legs are sore. You're cold, too, colder than you've been in a long time, and a cool wind stings your bare skin. Why is your skin bare?
You open your eyes. You're in a forest clearing, a place you recognize. It's a popular camping spot, secluded but not far from the trail. You're on a tree—tied to it, you realize, that's the rough thing on your back, and the reason you're so sore. Coils of rope around your wrists are pulling your arms up and behind you, like you're giving the tree a backwards hug. Something similar is happening with your legs, and a rope across your throat is keeping you from pointing your head down.
You are naked.
The ranger is there, leaning into you, and for a confused moment you think he's trying to untie you, but then the whole picture suddenly falls into place. He is raping you, slowly and indulgently, moaning openly as he slides cock up and down, in and out of your pussy. Fear jolts you awake, your fight-or-flight response taking control, but you you have no way to fight and now means of fleeing. You begin to scream, thrashing against your bonds, but they're solid and secure. You're not going anywhere.
"Oh good you're...oh!...awake," says the ranger, still inside you. "I have to tell you, I thought you looked cute when I decided to follow you, but I had no idea you'd be this...o...oh, fuck...this good. I think you've got the tightest little cunt I've ever fucked."
Just because that pleasurable feeling isn't wanted anymore doesn't mean it's going away. With every thrust of the ranger's cock, the feeling builds inside you, threatening to spill over. "Please," you whimper. You can't cum, not here, not to this. "Please stop, let me go."
The ranger grins and looks at you. He gives you an extra deep thrust and you moan in spite of yourself, your muscles contracting and your pussy tightening around him. "Why would I...oh, fuck that's good...why would I stop when you're clearly enjoying this just as much as I am?"
Tears stream down your face. You can't control it now. Waves of tension wash your body, each one making you seize tighter, arching your back, straining your bonds. As the final wave crashes over you the ranger gives one last moan and buries his face in your neck, his cum seeming to warm your shivering body from the inside. You go limp, wobbly, all the tension draining from your body with the cum that spills forth as he withdraws his cock.
The ranger buckles up his pants and leans over, hands on his knees, panting. "Fuck, girl. I can't just keep that cunt to myself. People need to know!" He goes behind you somewhere, and you can hear leaves rustle. When he comes back he holds a stake in his hand: a signpost, with a printed metal sign attached. He shows it to you:
Elk Trail Cum Dump
The park thanks you for your patronage. Feel free to use this receptacle as you see fit.
"I had this made up a few years back." Says the ranger as he hammers it into the ground in front of you. "We've had a handful of cum dumps, but I'll tell you what, you're definitely the best." He looks you up and down, then steps forward and sticks his middle and index fingers up inside you. You tighten reflexively, and he whistles. "Fuuuck me that's good! Alright, I'll probably be back tonight with some friends. New cum dump always attracts some attention. Stay tight, honey." He gives your cheek a little slap and walks away.
It hurts for a while. The bark against your skin. The ropes digging into you. Your shoulders, supporting your weight for so long. But after your sixth hour or so it all just fades into a general, dispassionate numbness.
People walk by sometimes. You hear them on the trail and call out for help. They come, usually but they don't help. A pair of young women laugh and take selfies with their fingers in your pussy. And old man rapes you breathlessly while is wife rolls her eyes and laughs good-naturedly. A middle aged woman with a big backpack says she's going to help you out, which turns out to mean producing a vibrator and giving you the most mind-melting, earth-shattering orgasm of your life, before saying a polite goodbye and leaving you tied up.
When your bladder gets full you just piss right there. It's not a bad way to do it, really; with your legs pulled back like this, you manage not to get much on you. You're a little more concerned about what happens when you need to shit, but you suppose there's a chance you can hold it until you die of hunger or thirst.
A man with a bushy beard gives you a long look before leaving and coming back with a long branch, one end whittled barkless and smooth. He inserts the smooth end into your pussy and sets the other end on the ground, held up only by your natural grip. He instructs you to bounce up and down on it while he masturbates. It's a little thick for you, but it actually feels pretty good, and you try to put on a good show for him as thanks. He lets you keep in there when he leaves, as a way to pass the hours.
You fall asleep just as the sun is setting. You find if you rest your head against the tree just so, you can relax without it falling forward and choking you on the rope across your neck. When you wake again it's full night, and someone has built a little fire in a circle of stones. A dozen or so men are lounging around, laughing, chatting, drinking beers out of a cooler. And raping you of course, but you barely even notice that now. All it really means to you is that someone took away your nice stick.
The ranger is among the men, though he's out of uniform. He raises a beer to you when he sees you're awake. "Welcome back to the land of the living! My buddies here are loving that little pussy of yours."
"You shouldn't have open flames out here," you croak, your throat dry. "You could start a...a...ah! Forest fire." Your sentence is interrupted when the man currently inside you does a strange sort of twisting thing you don't quite understand, and the jolt of pleasure takes you by surprise.
"Ah, fuck you," says the ranger. "Which of us here is the park ranger and which is the cum dump? I know my way around a fire."
"If you say so," you say as the man adds another load of cum to your collection.
He's drunk, you can tell. They're all a little drunk, their words a little slurred, their movements a little wobbly. As the next guy slides into you, you nod at the bottle in his hand. "Hey, let me get a little of that." He holds the bottle up to your lips obligingly, and while most of it splashes down your chin and across your breasts, you get a few good swigs in. It's a party, after all.
When everyone's had their turn on you the boys decide to play a game called "Hide the Herring," which turns out to consist of everyone scattering to find objects, and then taking turns trying to fit them inside you, the winner being the one with the largest object that manages to fit completely inside you. You get several different rocks, some sticks, big chunk of frozen together ice cubes, One guy tries to fit a full, unopened bottle of beer in you, fat end first. It stretches you almost to your limit but he manages, with a bit of clitoral stimulation, to get it all the way up to the neck. He says, "if you can hold on to it for ten seconds you can drink the whole thing," and you agree gamely to give it a try. He takes his hand away and the whole crowd counts down as you clench around this bottle, harder to do when you can't close your legs. You can feel it slipping, little by little, but when the count reaches zero it's still there, and you let it slip out into its owner's waiting hands. He cracks it open and holds it to your mouth, and you close your lips around it. You don't want to lost any like last time. The group is so impressed by the way you open your throat and let it drain into you that they give you another, and another after that. By the end of your fourth beer you're definitely feeling the alcohol, and the last of the fear and misery of the situation falls away like the last remnants of a lizard's skin. Being the Elk Trail Cum Dump, you guess, isn't so bad after all.
The winner of Hide the Herring ends up being a full ten pack of hot dogs. The entrant opens it up, uses two of the hot dogs to pack the wrapping into your pussy, and then spends about fifteen minutes cutting the other eight into pieces and popping them, one at a time, into your asshole. There's a lot of arguing about whether using your ass is allowed, or if it still counts as one object once the package is open, but it doesn't matter to you. Being filled this full feels amazing, and you manage to convince one of the guys to fuck you with your ass stuffed like this. Chunks of hot dog pop out of your ass, two and three at a time as you cum, and he leaves you dripping, feeling warm and gooey.
You get fucked a few more times as they set up camp for the night. Everyone's cum at least once by now, so the loads are getting a little thin, but that's okay. You feel as though you are melting into the tree, becoming a part of it. When you wake tomorrow, you imagine your arms and legs will have grown into its bark, your hair becoming leaves, your heart and lungs and mind becoming wood. Nothing more than a handful of tight wet holes for hikers and campers to enjoy. With this image glowing in your mind's eye, you drift off into a contented sleep.
You're sleeping peacefully in the middle of the night when you feel hands roaming across your body. They grope your tits, stroke your hair, spread your legs, and even slide down your boxers. As those hands get to your boycunt you finally open your eyes and see who's touching you: It's me, girlcock anon! Did you miss me? Before you can even say "no" to what I'm about to do, I put a hand over your mouth and slide a few fingers into your boycunt to start fingerfucking you. You can't help but squirm and moan into my hand as your boycunt leaks and clenches around my fingers. You try to get me off of you, but it's no use with that weak little body of yours. You're all mine, and you're gonna take it like a good boy. Speaking of taking it, I've had enough of the fingerfucking. I want my girlcock inside you. I slide your soaked boxers off as you helplessly kick and squirm even more before stuffing those boxers into your mouth and ramming my girlcock into your boycunt. God, your moans and cries sound so adorable when they're muffled by your underwear. As I hold you down and rape you, I take the time to lick all over your adorable face and leave bite marks on your neck. Fuck, you taste amazing, pretty boy. I can't get enough of you. You're such a good fuckdoll. It's as if you were made to be raped. With a few more hard thrusts I finally cum inside your tight boycunt and take your boxers out of your mouth. You beg me to leave you alone, but I'm not going anywhere. I point to a camera in the corner of your room, letting you know that I've just recorded all of this. "Please don't show it to anyone," you plead with tears streaming down your face. "Don't worry, this one's just for me, pretty boy," I reply and kiss you before turning the camera off. "Now, time to head back to sleep." I lay down in the bed with you and force you to cuddle with me, letting you fall asleep in my arms. Good night, pretty boy.
girlcock anon i needed this my vibe just died and my fantasies are all getting stale. i owe you my life.
Imagine your just minding your own business walking down a street and then you suddenly hear a strange sound coming from the alleyway, you go check out the noise and see me naked while a big strong man is r@ping my virgin cunt while he has his hand over my mouth to shut up my pathetic moans. And just imagine you getting so hot and bothered by the scene in front of you, it’s disgusting you know, but you can’t help but watch with fascination as he rams his huge cock into my boy pussy. You can’t take just staring anymore, so you whip out your long and thick cock and stroke it while watching my eyes roll in the back of my head while muffled out broken screams and cries come out of me. Soon touching yourself isn’t enough either, so you grip me by my hair and position me so my mouth can take your dick, as the burly guy behind me continues to fuck me raw and sloppy. You’re still gripping my hair and then shove your cock into my throat and force me to take it, my throat starts spazzing out and I choke and cough on the long intrusion in my throat. You both fuck me from both sides until I can’t take it anymore and start cumming everywhere while I cry and my body starts to shake, but this doesn’t stop you, instead it only makes both of you destroy me until your finally shooting your hot semen inside of my body making me take it down my throat and inside my cunt. Wouldn’t that just be so cute? Imagine how fun and exciting that would be!
Imagining a powerful king, he's huge and strong and around middle aged. He likes his banquets, drinking and showing off to the court. For dessert he orders a whore on a silver plate, placed before him on the table, gagged with its wrists tied to its ankles. Earlier that day he'd sent his men to the village to find a tight young virgin for him to claim that night, and everyone knows that once you become his property you never leave the palace. This new whore has heard he's brutal with a huge cock and it's terrified. It's much younger than him and is still a virgin. He stands, spreads its legs and r@pes it with all his strength while his court watch and admire him. He slaps it, gropes it, forces it to cum then just keeps r@ping its tight young hole before pumping it full of cum. The servants take it away to clean it. It thinks it's all over, until it gets taken to his bedroom and put in stocks.
What if I bumped into you with my bf on a crowded train, we only have space to stand almost shoulder to shoulder. You're wearing just a cute, short skirt and looking innocent... I've made sure you caught me checking you out a few times, each time you smile a little and stare down at your shoes, obviously shy. Which is exactly what we wanted.
I move as if to be squeezing past you and you shift your body a little to let me past, but with the attention I was giving you, you didn't notice my bf moving behind you at the same time...
When I stop in front of you, you're suddenly pinned between us both with everyone else still crowded around us. You haven't got anywhere to go without making a scene, and you're far too shy and embarrassed to want that.
You've not realized what's happening yet. I'm staring at you, biting my lip and smiling in a flirty sort of way, keeping your gaze... Then my bfs hands suddenly reach around your hips and hook under your underwear to pull them down to your ankles before you could do anything about it. I put one foot on them so you can't pull them up and step closer into you so you can't bend down or move. Your eyes widen and you look around confused, almost betrayed, but you're so shocked you don't say a word or make a sound. Even if you did, everyone is in their own world listening to earphones, they don't care about you.
Now his cock is pressed against your tight little pussy and he's forcing it inside you with no lube or prep. You're literally so shocked you're frozen in fear, terror and panic. you're being raped in broad daylight on a crowded train and you're not doing a thing about it.
His hands are on your hips holding you tightly in place, were practically nose to nose, I'm enjoying every second of you being raped by my bf and even give you a quick peck on the lips just to humiliate you even more. I whisper in your ear "just be a good whore and take it. Enjoy it. A slut like you doesn't deserve a cock this good so you should count yourself lucky.*.
As I look at you again I see your eyes filling with tears but you're so shy you can't face people seeing you and realizing you're being raped right in front of them, you just take it. You're not even fighting. You're broken. But now your breathing is getting heavier, you're starting to whimper, just over the noise of the train I can hear his balls slapping against you a little harder and the sound of your pussy juices gathering on his cock that tells me your body is betraying you and deep down, you're enjoying being raped by my bf.
Now your biting your lip and whimpering, and there's a different look in your eye. I think it's shame. You're getting close and you hate it. I feel your legs trembling and if I weren't stood so close to you preventing you moving, the force of him fucking you would have made you fall over. Some people looked over but they just thought you lost your balance and thought nothing of it.
I catch my bfs eye and he closes his eyes, I know what's about to happen so I lean in again and whisper "he's going to cum inside you now. I hope you're not ovulating, but then again, it would be something to remember us by." As I say that, i hear an animal like grunt from him and your pathetic whimpers, the realization of what's happening hitting you as he breeds your little pussy.
Right on cue, we pull into our stop, he pulls out of you and walks off, but I can't resist sliding my hand between your thighs to rub your pussy and get a taste of your juices and his cum mixed together. I give you another quick peck as I do before I walk off, sucking my fingers clean, looking over my shoulder at you with a smile as you're stood there, still frozen still with your knickers around your ankles with my bfs cum now dripping down your thick thighs
ohhh my god 🥵
im just trying to get somewhere... its hot, and stuffy in here, with so many stranger's bodies pressing up all around me. the train keeps jerking around. im hanging onto the bar above my head with both hands, lifting the hem of my little shirt up. im trying to be polite, and keep to myself. you keep looking at me, i can feel it, but im too shy to look back.
when you come closer and stand in front of me, your face is almost level with my tits, and having a pretty girl this close to me, looking at me like that, makes my nipples hard. i feel your bf press against me from behind, and his bulge fits under my fat ass so well my face turns bright red, and my stomach sinks. feeling his hands slip under and touch my bare skin, pulling my panties down so fast i can't even register what he's doing until his cock is rubbing against me. i-i can't believe this happening, what is he doing, is he-
i feel him lifting my tiny little skirt to expose my ass, and then forcing his cock inside me. i feel him slide all the way in, inching deeper, and i involuntarily angle my hips to take him better. your pretty, smiling face is so close to mine, i sigh, and whimper. i wish you would kiss me. i wish you would lift my shirt up the rest of the way, and suck on my tits. i wish i could hump your thigh while you keep your foot planted on my panties on the ground. he starts to thrust into me, but you don't touch me. you just watch, and talk down to me, making me feel even more needy and pathetic.
i am still very much aware of the sea of people around us. the lights, the sounds, the scenery passing by outside the windows. i feel outside of myself. i want to disassociate, go blank and wait for it to be over. but his cock squeezed inside my tight little pussy, fucking me raw, pulls me back.
i feel his hands gripping my hips tighter. i can hear his breathing getting harder. my tits are bouncing. i think other people are watching us through their phone cameras, giggling. im so wet, im creaming all over his balls. i can't bring myself to look at them. i just grip the bar and try to hide my face behind my arms-
when you tell me he's going to cum in me, i feel my pussy get tighter at the thought. when his ball seize up, he groans in my ear behind me, and i feel his cock jerking nd pumping inside of me. the panic that he just came in me, unprotected, would have made me cum if he had been rubbing my clit - but this was never about me.
he pulls out and you two walk off so quickly, i don't even get a good look at his face. i see you through the windows, kissing him on the platform. his cum is spilling out of my messy hole, leaking down my thighs. im so shocked i cant move. i just stare, as the train starts moving again, and you both disappear forever.
"We're all a little Neurodivergent"
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