Chasing the Train - Sex Stories

Chasing the Train

... this was, in fact, a trend she needed to be in on.

“Look at him go,” Candice said. “Isn’t a good raping just the best?”

On Melanie’s screen, a masked man had her shoved against the wall as she struggled and cried, forcing his cock into her and mashing her tits against the brick wall.

“Really scary,” Melanie said, “but I’m up to two now. You?”

“Four,” Candice said.

“Did you get raped?” Melanie asked Leah.

“No!” Leah spat.

The two of them shrugged and continued to watch the video.

***

The following day, Candice proclaimed that she’d been raped six times now, while Leah boasted that she was up to four. When Leah admitted that she, still, had not made any effort to get raped, the two of them laughed at her and she blushed.

“I figured you would have put those melons to work by now and outdone us both,” Candice said.

“Hey, do you want to go over to Karen’s tonight?” Melanie asked Candice. “I hear she’d up to twelve rapings. Maybe she has some tips.”

“Hell yeah,” Candice agreed. “Sorry Leah, she probably won’t let you come, since you’re not on the Rape Train.”

“The Rape Train?” Leah asked.

“Yeah. We’re all riding it. Except you, I guess,” Melanie said.

Leah picked at her food for the rest of lunch, sitting alone, as her two friends joined Karen and another group of girls. She listened to them jabber on excitedly about their rapings, feeling like a loser.

***

Leah felt certain that she did not want to be raped, but she also did ...

... not want to be a loser and an outcast. That night, after school, she drove down to 7th Street and, nervously, stepped out of her car. With her heart pounding, she walked down one alley and then another, but the only accostment she received was a panhandler asking for money. She lost her nerve and ran back to the car.

At school the next day, she sat alone again as the other girls laughed and talked, cracking jokes about all the unraped losers. After lunch, she found Candice and Melanie.

“Hey, Leah,” Candice said. “Did you board the Rape Train?”

Leah shook her head and said, “I tried but… I couldn’t do it.”

Melanie took in Leah’s clothes, which were cute, but not that provocative and said, “Well, you don’t exactly scream rape bait. Your new tits look great, but you’re not showing them off enough to entice men to want to overpower you.”

Candice agreed, adding, “Yeah. If you want to stop over after school, we can show you how to dress right.”

“Really?” Leah asked, frightened and relieved.

“Sure. Just meet me at my house after school.”

***

When school ended, Leah drove over to Candice’s home, where her friends took her upstairs.

“If you want to get on the train, you need to actually look like you’re inviting unwanted attention,” Candice said. “Here, put this on. I just got it and haven’t had a chance to wear it yet.”

She handed Leah a shirt, which read, “Fuck Handles,” across the front. Leah held it up, horrified.

“I can’t wear this!” she ...