Carrie And The Train Journey From Hell
Carrie gets a lot more than she expected on her way home from a work party..
Carrie was thirty-two, on a train returning home from a after-work party. Tipsy from all the alcohol she had consumed during the evening, Carrie was looking forward to getting home and masturbating with the new vibrator she had treated herself to.
She was bra-less in a black and grey patterned top and tight black mid-length skirt, texting her friends on how amazing the party was and that she had let her boss cop a feel up her top which will do her promotion changes no harm.
Unbeknownst to Carrie, her looks had drawn the attention of a few men. Carrie is 5ft 7in tall with shoulder-length blond(ish) hair, grey eyes, and small B cup breasts that are firm with surprisingly long, dark nipples considering her pale complexion. She wore red lipstick and looked beautiful, natural and sexy in her conservative work attire.
Five stops into the journey, she found herself completely alone in the corner, until three middle aged men in their forties boarded the carriage she was peacefully sitting in. Despite being ......, they looked harmless, and so she felt relatively safe.
That was until the large blonde guy looked her up and down and smirked with lecherous eyes. “Over here, guys,” he said, leading his friends to sit with her.
Carrie became very anxious, shifting her butt over to sit by the window. The guy whose unwanted attention she had initially captured sat right beside her, while his two friends sat directly opposite.
“You don’t mind if we sit with you, hey, gorgeous?” He breathed a strong scent of alcohol into Carrie's face.
She said nothing. The ugly bald guy directly opposite her grinned, displaying some foul-looking yellow teeth. His arms were muscular and huge, and covered in tattoos. “The train is rather busy tonight.” The carriage was in fact empty; they could have sat anywhere instead of trying to intimidate a young woman on her own.
Carrie still said nothing, choosing to look out of the window, hoping they’d get the message and leave her alone, but they didn’t. If anything, her silence encouraged them, and the blonde leader put a hand on her knee.
“You’re a sexy little thing. What’s your name, sweetie?” He asked, slowly rubbing her knee. Carrie closed her eyes, rubbing her lips together in fear.
The bald guy opposite her put his feet inside her shins and forced Carrie's legs apart. “Don’t be shy, baby; we’re not going to hurt you. We just want to have a little fun with you, that's all."
The trio of drunks laughed while the bald guy got a good look up Carrie's skirt; a lecherous grin appeared on his face. She had worn her white lace panties, now regretting that decision as her dark bush was plainly visible through the material and could only have made him want her more. The thought of this man touching her made her feel sick. Carrie immediately reacted, covering her panties with her hands.
“Are you a ......, sweetheart? Would you like to have another baby?” The dark-haired guy grinned.
“Any baby of yours will starve with those tiny milk bags; hey, sweetie,” the blonde leader whispered loud enough for his friends to hear, and instantly they bellowed with laughter. If they were trying to humiliate and scare Carrie, they were doing a great job. She hated how small her breasts were.
Their crude remarks continued for another ten minutes, whilst they touched her legs and eventually learnt her name was Carrie. They taunted her for being alone on the train so late at night, accusing her of looking for cock and 'asking for it'.
Unashamedly, these supposedly mature men were acting like a group of teenage thugs, intimidating a vulnerable young woman. The blonde leader unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, grinning at her terrified reaction as he took out his huge cock.
His friends checked the carriage was still empty, then followed their leader. Carrie was stuck on a train with three men who should have known better, masturbating their cocks in front of her.
“Look what you did to us, sweetie? You are hot; your tight body is making three grown men VERY hard,” the blonde leader groaned. "How are you going to take care of us after getting us all so worked up? You only have yourself to blame, don't you."
“I like it when they’re shy,” the dark-haired guy said softly, but very menacingly.
“Yeah, pretending to be scared,” the bald guy chipped in, still holding her legs open with his feet, staring intently at her crotch. “I bet your pussy is on FIRE inside those tight, little panties.”
Carrie wanted to protest, scream, and run away, but she was frozen by fear, banking on time saving her, but the blonde leader put his hand between her legs and began to rub her mound.
“Mmm, you ain’t half right,” he chuckled to his friend. “She’s warm down there, very warm.”
Emitting a sigh of guilt but realising it was probably best not to provoke them, Carrie shut her eyes and turned her head towards the window as she felt a hand cup her left breast.
“Now let’s find out if she’s wet.” The blonde leader pulled Carrie's panties aside, exposing her bush, her mound being parted as his index finger massaged her vagina. “Mmm, she’s soaking, boys.”
“Please…” She finally said something, but, for some reason, she didn’t add the'stop' part.
“She’s asking us nicely,” the dark-haired guy laughed.
Carrie wanted to be angry and upset. She wanted to slap them all across the face, but the powerlessness was intoxicating, as the men stood her up and then laid her down on her back on the table in the opposite row of seating.
Her mind was so confused by fear and adrenaline that she kept believing and telling herself that this couldn’t happen in modern times. Somebody was surely going to stop these animals from fucking her, but nobody came to Carrie's aid; not even her own goddamn body put up any sort of resistance.
Carrie's tiny panties were pulled down her legs and pocketed by the blonde leader after he gave the gusset a long, hard sniff. The other two pulled her top up over her head to expose her little breasts. They held her legs wide apart, enjoying the view of her exposed cute, hairy vagina and her pretty bright pink slit that was now glistening invitingly with her juices.
As they commented crudely on the size of her tits, particularly about how abnormally long her nipples were, they groped them and took turns forsing Carrie to suck their cocks.
All this happened while their leader pushed two fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Mmm, I love a hot, classy slut like this,” he hissed, rapidly finger-fucking her vagina roughly and deep as his thumb worked magic on her clitoral area. Juices flowed easily between her legs as her body began to shake and she felt herself cum. Carrie always loved the feeling of having her bean touched and played with, even by foul strangers like this.
“Ohhh, fuck!” the bald guy groaned. “Now she’s sucking like a fucking PRO!”
Five minutes later, as she was about to climax again against her will, the bald guy started pumping his sperm down Carrie's throat. Carrie never liked the taste of cum and could not stop herself from gagging as she felt his disgusting load being emptied into her mouth.
“Mmm, that’s hot as fuck, let me get some of this!” the dark-haired guy moaned, pushing his cock into Carrie's mouth and pulling her face into his groin by the back of her head so she had no escape. Mercifully, his cock was smaller than the others, and he also could not last with beautiful Carrie deep-throating him, and in no time at all he pulled his cock out of her mouth just in time enough to shoot his sperm over her face, hair and tits.
“Uhh, now I’m gonna fill you up, slut!” The blonde leader threatened, withdrawing his fingers to line up his cock.
Carrie sighed, submitting mentally to their sexual .......
“Fuck her HARD!” the bald guy exclaimed.
“Cum deep inside the flat-chested little cock-teasing slut!” The dark-haired guy cheered.
With her face and tits covered in cum and with the taste of sperm in her mouth, the blonde leader told Carrie how turned on he was to get to fuck someone who looked like one of his co-workers.
“Mmm, are you ready, Carrie, you fucking whore?”
His rhetorical question was followed by him ramming his thick cock deep inside her tight cunt. Carrie screamed out as his cock penetrated her, and his friends laughed, holding her arms down as their friend fucked her hard.
“Look at those tiny tits going for it!” the bald guy laughed as her soft flesh bounced about with each thrust.
“I gotta film this,” the dark-haired guy said, taking out his phone.
“NO FACES!", the blonde leader warned as he continued to pound away between her sore legs.
Carrie was moaning and sobbing, hating and loving it with equal measure. The pounding her tight, hairy pussy took was brutal, but the harder and deeper he ploughed his cock inside her, the wetter and more responsive she became. It had been some months since she had last been fucked, and to some degree she needed this.
As another orgasm washed through her body, the blonde leader called her a dirty, tight slut before he slammed his cock into Carrie's cervix.
"I am done with her cunt; flip her over; I want a go at that gorgeous ass," he demanded.
Carrie never liked anal sex, and this made her panic, but she was no match for their strength as they pushed her face down onto the table with her bum up in the air.
His cock probed Carrie's anus momentarily before he spread her cheeks wide apart, her stretched anus now a dark hole ready to be fucked, and pushed his cock all the way inside. Carrie screamed, but there was no-one to hear.
She closed her eyes as her butthole was violated, stretching her painfully as the others laughed and jeered, filming her ordeal on their phones.
After what felt like an eternity, she felt his cock start to convulse, and moments later his seed filled her ass. She knew it was finally over. Her butt hurt so much, they filmed as his sperm slowly seeped out of Carrie's hole and ran down the inside of her thigh.
As quickly as they had arrived, they left. Carrie was then left alone once more inside the carriage, breathing heavily, her body shaking and covered with sweat and leaking cum, trying to pull herself and her clothes back together whilst crying uncontrollably.
When Carrie finally got home, she used the vibrator as planned to finish herself off again before taking a long bath, wondering how on earth she ended up getting gang-fucked on a train, but more worryingly, asking herself why she ended up enjoying it so much.
Carrie gets a lot more than she expected on her way home from a work party..
Carrie was thirty-two, on a train returning home from a after-work party. Tipsy from all the alcohol she had consumed during the evening, Carrie was looking forward to getting home and masturbating with the new vibrator she had treated herself to.
She was bra-less in a black and grey patterned top and tight black mid-length skirt, texting her friends on how amazing the party was and that she had let her boss cop a feel up her top which will do her promotion changes no harm.
Unbeknownst to Carrie, her looks had drawn the attention of a few men. Carrie is 5ft 7in tall with shoulder-length blond(ish) hair, grey eyes, and small B cup breasts that are firm with surprisingly long, dark nipples considering her pale complexion. She wore red lipstick and looked beautiful, natural and sexy in her conservative work attire.
Five stops into the journey, she found herself completely alone in the corner, until three middle aged men in their forties boarded the carriage she was peacefully sitting in. Despite being ......, they looked harmless, and so she felt relatively safe.
That was until the large blonde guy looked her up and down and smirked with lecherous eyes. “Over here, guys,” he said, leading his friends to sit with her.
Carrie became very anxious, shifting her butt over to sit by the window. The guy whose unwanted attention she had initially captured sat right beside her, while his two friends sat directly opposite.
“You don’t mind if we sit with you, hey, gorgeous?” He breathed a strong scent of alcohol into Carrie's face.
She said nothing. The ugly bald guy directly opposite her grinned, displaying some foul-looking yellow teeth. His arms were muscular and huge, and covered in tattoos. “The train is rather busy tonight.” The carriage was in fact empty; they could have sat anywhere instead of trying to intimidate a young woman on her own.
Carrie still said nothing, choosing to look out of the window, hoping they’d get the message and leave her alone, but they didn’t. If anything, her silence encouraged them, and the blonde leader put a hand on her knee.
“You’re a sexy little thing. What’s your name, sweetie?” He asked, slowly rubbing her knee. Carrie closed her eyes, rubbing her lips together in fear.
The bald guy opposite her put his feet inside her shins and forced Carrie's legs apart. “Don’t be shy, baby; we’re not going to hurt you. We just want to have a little fun with you, that's all."
The trio of drunks laughed while the bald guy got a good look up Carrie's skirt; a lecherous grin appeared on his face. She had worn her white lace panties, now regretting that decision as her dark bush was plainly visible through the material and could only have made him want her more. The thought of this man touching her made her feel sick. Carrie immediately reacted, covering her panties with her hands.
“Are you a ......, sweetheart? Would you like to have another baby?” The dark-haired guy grinned.
“Any baby of yours will starve with those tiny milk bags; hey, sweetie,” the blonde leader whispered loud enough for his friends to hear, and instantly they bellowed with laughter. If they were trying to humiliate and scare Carrie, they were doing a great job. She hated how small her breasts were.
Their crude remarks continued for another ten minutes, whilst they touched her legs and eventually learnt her name was Carrie. They taunted her for being alone on the train so late at night, accusing her of looking for cock and 'asking for it'.
Unashamedly, these supposedly mature men were acting like a group of teenage thugs, intimidating a vulnerable young woman. The blonde leader unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, grinning at her terrified reaction as he took out his huge cock.
His friends checked the carriage was still empty, then followed their leader. Carrie was stuck on a train with three men who should have known better, masturbating their cocks in front of her.
“Look what you did to us, sweetie? You are hot; your tight body is making three grown men VERY hard,” the blonde leader groaned. "How are you going to take care of us after getting us all so worked up? You only have yourself to blame, don't you."
“I like it when they’re shy,” the dark-haired guy said softly, but very menacingly.
“Yeah, pretending to be scared,” the bald guy chipped in, still holding her legs open with his feet, staring intently at her crotch. “I bet your pussy is on FIRE inside those tight, little panties.”
Carrie wanted to protest, scream, and run away, but she was frozen by fear, banking on time saving her, but the blonde leader put his hand between her legs and began to rub her mound.
“Mmm, you ain’t half right,” he chuckled to his friend. “She’s warm down there, very warm.”
Emitting a sigh of guilt but realising it was probably best not to provoke them, Carrie shut her eyes and turned her head towards the window as she felt a hand cup her left breast.
“Now let’s find out if she’s wet.” The blonde leader pulled Carrie's panties aside, exposing her bush, her mound being parted as his index finger massaged her vagina. “Mmm, she’s soaking, boys.”
“Please…” She finally said something, but, for some reason, she didn’t add the'stop' part.
“She’s asking us nicely,” the dark-haired guy laughed.
Carrie wanted to be angry and upset. She wanted to slap them all across the face, but the powerlessness was intoxicating, as the men stood her up and then laid her down on her back on the table in the opposite row of seating.
Her mind was so confused by fear and adrenaline that she kept believing and telling herself that this couldn’t happen in modern times. Somebody was surely going to stop these animals from fucking her, but nobody came to Carrie's aid; not even her own goddamn body put up any sort of resistance.
Carrie's tiny panties were pulled down her legs and pocketed by the blonde leader after he gave the gusset a long, hard sniff. The other two pulled her top up over her head to expose her little breasts. They held her legs wide apart, enjoying the view of her exposed cute, hairy vagina and her pretty bright pink slit that was now glistening invitingly with her juices.
As they commented crudely on the size of her tits, particularly about how abnormally long her nipples were, they groped them and took turns forsing Carrie to suck their cocks.
All this happened while their leader pushed two fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Mmm, I love a hot, classy slut like this,” he hissed, rapidly finger-fucking her vagina roughly and deep as his thumb worked magic on her clitoral area. Juices flowed easily between her legs as her body began to shake and she felt herself cum. Carrie always loved the feeling of having her bean touched and played with, even by foul strangers like this.
“Ohhh, fuck!” the bald guy groaned. “Now she’s sucking like a fucking PRO!”
Five minutes later, as she was about to climax again against her will, the bald guy started pumping his sperm down Carrie's throat. Carrie never liked the taste of cum and could not stop herself from gagging as she felt his disgusting load being emptied into her mouth.
“Mmm, that’s hot as fuck, let me get some of this!” the dark-haired guy moaned, pushing his cock into Carrie's mouth and pulling her face into his groin by the back of her head so she had no escape. Mercifully, his cock was smaller than the others, and he also could not last with beautiful Carrie deep-throating him, and in no time at all he pulled his cock out of her mouth just in time enough to shoot his sperm over her face, hair and tits.
“Uhh, now I’m gonna fill you up, slut!” The blonde leader threatened, withdrawing his fingers to line up his cock.
Carrie sighed, submitting mentally to their sexual .......
“Fuck her HARD!” the bald guy exclaimed.
“Cum deep inside the flat-chested little cock-teasing slut!” The dark-haired guy cheered.
With her face and tits covered in cum and with the taste of sperm in her mouth, the blonde leader told Carrie how turned on he was to get to fuck someone who looked like one of his co-workers.
“Mmm, are you ready, Carrie, you fucking whore?”
His rhetorical question was followed by him ramming his thick cock deep inside her tight cunt. Carrie screamed out as his cock penetrated her, and his friends laughed, holding her arms down as their friend fucked her hard.
“Look at those tiny tits going for it!” the bald guy laughed as her soft flesh bounced about with each thrust.
“I gotta film this,” the dark-haired guy said, taking out his phone.
“NO FACES!", the blonde leader warned as he continued to pound away between her sore legs.
Carrie was moaning and sobbing, hating and loving it with equal measure. The pounding her tight, hairy pussy took was brutal, but the harder and deeper he ploughed his cock inside her, the wetter and more responsive she became. It had been some months since she had last been fucked, and to some degree she needed this.
As another orgasm washed through her body, the blonde leader called her a dirty, tight slut before he slammed his cock into Carrie's cervix.
"I am done with her cunt; flip her over; I want a go at that gorgeous ass," he demanded.
Carrie never liked anal sex, and this made her panic, but she was no match for their strength as they pushed her face down onto the table with her bum up in the air.
His cock probed Carrie's anus momentarily before he spread her cheeks wide apart, her stretched anus now a dark hole ready to be fucked, and pushed his cock all the way inside. Carrie screamed, but there was no-one to hear.
She closed her eyes as her butthole was violated, stretching her painfully as the others laughed and jeered, filming her ordeal on their phones.
After what felt like an eternity, she felt his cock start to convulse, and moments later his seed filled her ass. She knew it was finally over. Her butt hurt so much, they filmed as his sperm slowly seeped out of Carrie's hole and ran down the inside of her thigh.
As quickly as they had arrived, they left. Carrie was then left alone once more inside the carriage, breathing heavily, her body shaking and covered with sweat and leaking cum, trying to pull herself and her clothes back together whilst crying uncontrollably.
When Carrie finally got home, she used the vibrator as planned to finish herself off again before taking a long bath, wondering how on earth she ended up getting gang-fucked on a train, but more worryingly, asking herself why she ended up enjoying it so much.
