Chasing the Train - Sex Stories

Chasing the Train

... protested.

“You mean you don’t want to wear it,” Melanie corrected. “If you aren’t advertising yourself as a sex object, how do you expect people to know that you’re a good rape victim?”

“Nobody is making you do this, Leah,” Candice said, rolling her eyes. “If you don’t want to get on the train, and you don’t want help, you can leave. I never expected you to be such a sissy. It’s disappointing.”

Leah blushed, feeling like a loser. She dithered, but finally pulled her shirt over her head.

“Bra, too,” Melanie said. “What kind of rape bait wears a bra?”

Leah took off the bra, baring her big, slutty udders. She tugged the top over her head, struggling to fit it over her large melons. After some work, she managed to get it on. The shirt was grotesque, stretching lewdly over her tits, calling attention to her cleavage, and showing off so much underboob that nearly felt topless.

“It looks great on you!” Candice exclaimed. “Now, lose the jeans and put on this skirt.”

She handed Leah a tight miniskirt and added, “No panties.”

“What?” Leah balked.

“Do you really expect that a rapist is going to want to mess with pulling off your jeans and tearing off your panties?” Melanie asked. “I made that mistake my first raping. They just stuffed my torn panties in my mouth, and it took forever to get my jeans down. When you struggle, you don’t want him to have to waste time with pants. It’s inconsiderate. Unless you’re into getting slapped around a lot more, in ...

... which case I guess Jeans are okay.”

“You’re really not very good at this,” Candice said.

Leah sniffled, feeling stupid. She pulled off her jeans and panties, then took the skirt and slid it up her legs. The short thing barely covered her wet cunt. As she tugged at the hem she felt embarrassed at being wet, thinking of getting raped.

“If you wear that to tonight’s New Year’s Eve party, I’d be really surprised if you didn’t get your first raping. Maybe even a couple,” Melanie said.

“I can’t wear this to the party!” Leah argued. “I’m going to get— Oh, right.”

The two girls rolled their eyes, smirking.

“You should tie your hair back in a ponytail,” Candice suggested.

Melanie nodded agreement, adding, “It’s a good handhold. If there are more than one of them, they can pull on it to make you suck cock better, or just tug on it for fun.”

“Are you sure about this?” Leah asked.

“Absolutely!” Candice said. “You might not have fun at first, but just learn how to cum from it and you’ll never want to have consensual sex again.”

“You got off from it?” Leah asked, disbelieving.

“Totally,” Melanie said. “Not the first time, but by the second I was really horny. Hell, I’ve been wet ever since. There’s something your body does, when it’s constantly in fear of being taken against your will. It keeps you wet for it. I guess it’s kind of like a defense mechanism, or something. Whatever.”

“You sound like you’re in the mood for a hot raping,” Candice said, ...