Tube teen treats her terribly

It wasn't long before the subway arrived. Choosing a car at random, Rachel waited for the passengers to offload before rushing inside. As soon as she was on board, she spotted a promising target: a group of six well-dressed men were standing at the very back of the train, laughing and chatting in a rough circle.

But when Rachel moved closer, her heart sank as she saw they were already occupied. An Asian girl was kneeling in the middle of the group, jacking off two of the men while another fucked her throat for all it's worth. After a moment another one grabbed her by the hair, pulled her back, and shoved his own cock inside. The former-facefucker simply laughed and punched him in the shoulder, before slapping his sticky member against the girl's spit-stained blouse.

Standing near the group, Rachel smoothed her hair and adjusted her tube top. "Ahem... Would anyone like a more private experience?"

One of them, an older gentleman with a salt-and-pepper beard, laughed in her face. "Join her in the Thunderdome or fuck off, yeah?"

"Hold on," another piped up, looking Rachel up and down. "Maybe we should give'er to Randy? Like a welcome gift?"

A couple of the others grunted their agreement, and soon a much younger man was shoved out of the circle. The gangly, awkward-looking fellow couldn't have been much older than 20, with curly hair and a slightly-crooked pair of glasses.

"H-hey," he said, adjusting them as he stared at Rachel's cleavage. "Should I sit down, or...?"

Forcing a smile, Rachel grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the other end of the subway car. Then she gently pushed him against the wall and dropped to her knees.

With a deep breath, Rachel dove in and took the boy's cock to the base. It wasn't huge, and it was already slick with the other girl's spit... Hardly a challenge, compared to some of the dicks she'd had to deal with lately. The young man seemed to appreciate that, moaning incoherently as his entire shaft was squeezed from all sides.

I can make this one quick, Rachel thought, pulling her head back before slamming it back down. _Guy like this won't last too long, if I go all-out... _Might get a sore throat, but it'll be worth it. Maybe I'll get home in time for--

"Faster," the boy growled suddenly, grabbing her head with both hands. "And... Ungh... Pull down your f-fucking top. Lemme s-see those tits."

Oh, balls. Not so easy, then... Rachel struggled with her tight clothes, tugging at them as best she could while the young man slammed her head down over and over. Between thrusts, she managed to steal a glance upwards: he was staring down at her, with a fire in his eyes that sent a shiver down Rachel's spine.

In her experience, young men were either shy and timid, or horny monsters... Usually she could tell the difference before it was too late, but not lately. She wondered for a moment if even the truly shy ones were getting bolder, as gross mistreatment of women became the norm. If grabbing a woman and fucking her senseless is business as usual, they won't be afraid to do it no matter HOW polite they are... So much for my core demographic. Isn't there ANYONE left who's afraid to harm a stranger?

This boy certainly wasn't: after a few more thrusts he shoved her away, then grabbed her throat and started pulling upwards. As Rachel scrambled to her feet he twisted her around, flipped up her skirt, and pulled her thong aside.

"Nice ass," he whispered, lining up his cockhead. "Better grab onto something."

Well, at least he gave me SOME warning--FUCK!

Rachel grit her teeth as the young man's cockhead pushed against her asshole. He wasn't big, but he wasn't patient either, and soon his hips were clapping against Rachel's ass cheeks. Her hands flew to the ceiling, gripping a pair of handles in order to stay upright as the boy humped her from behind.

About two minutes of brutal buttfucking later, the train came to a stop. The doors just in front of Rachel opened, revealing a waiting crowd of commuters.

Most of the women scoffed or tried to look away, while the men leered at Rachel's bare, bouncing chest. A few copped a feel on the way past: one or two tried to disguise it as an accidental bump, but most didn't bother.

As more and more people poured in, soon Rachel and the boy were surrounded by a wall of bodies. One man in particular was face-to-face with her, only inches away. As the train started moving again, he faked a stumble and put his hands on her waist.

"Sorry dear," he said quietly. "I don't see any handles, so you'll have to do."

"I..." Before Rachel could get out a reply, the subway rounded a corner, and the man was pressed against her. She could feel the hard bulge in his pants rubbing against the front of her thong, and the hot breath on her face as his lips moved closer. "Hey, what--Mmph!"

Before she knew it he was kissing her, making out with the barely-dressed stranger as another man plowed her asshole. One of his hands drifted to Rachel's breasts, kneading them slowly.

Jesus Christ. The man took a short break, and Rachel tried to take a few breaths... Only to end up with his tongue in her mouth as he dove back in. Why is this MORE humiliating than the dweeb fucking my ass?

"You're beautiful," the man grunted, reaching for his fly. "Want some medicine?"

"I... No... I mean, y-yes, but I don't have room to bend over," Rachel panted.

"We'll do that part later." With that, the man pulled out his cock and pressed it between Rachel's legs. "Try to spread 'em, if you can..."

As the stranger entered her pussy, Rachel saw him look over her shoulder and give a curt nod to the younger man.

"You're w-welcome to her pussy... B-but I'm not leaving this hole for all the t-tea in China," he said, gripping Rachel's ass roughly.

"Of course," the other man chuckled, pushing his shaft into her. He was bigger, but a little gentler... Not that it mattered much, as the train car's bumping and turning bounced Rachel's poor body between them like a ragdoll.

Wait, the guy in my back door's twitching, Rachel thought. Is he getting close? No... I gotta... She tried to push the man in front away, but she had no leverage, and there was nowhere for him to go. She couldn't even speak, since he was still making out with her...

...So instead she screamed: a low, muffled sound, barely audible over the noise of the crowd and the rumbling of the tracks. She was trapped on all sides, with no way to stop what was coming.