The Bad Subway Ride

Britney and Sweety go home after a New Years Eve party. Poor Britney!

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The subway rumbled through the empty tunnels, the only sounds with the clacking of the tracks and the distant hum of the city above. Sweety and Britney, both dressed to impress in their party best and found themselves on the last train of the night home. The cars were deserted, except for the two of them, their heels clicking against the grimy floor.

As they moved through the connected cars, the door between them suddenly slid shut with a hiss. Sweety turned to see Britney's wide eyes through the glass, her red lips forming an 'O' of surprise. Before either could react, the doors of Britney's car slid open, and a horde of drunk men stumbled in (You pick how many) their laughter echoing in the confined space.

Britney's eyes widened as hands wasted absolutely no time grabbing her and pinning her against the wall. A belt was looped around her wrists, securing them above her head to the grab bar. She was helpless, her 5-inch red stilettos scratching at the floor for some sort of grip. Calf muscles straining. Sweety watched, frozen, as the men descended on Britney like a pack of wolves. They all stripped. Pre-cum wet erect cocks. Some big and others small

The men's hands roamed over Britney's body, snapping the garter belt straps that held up her knee-high stockings. She yelped as the 5 straps per side gave way. Each one whipping her firm thighs. Many many hands explored under her short black pleated skirt with fingers twisting around the fishnet nylons she wore underneath. She felt them start to stretch and then little tearings sounds as they gave way They so teased her, tearing the fabric ever so slowly. Britney loved when her nylons were torn. Eventually the loud sound of ripping nylon filling the air. Britney's breath was fast, her pussy growing wet at the sensation of the thin protective layers being torn away..

Sweety pressed against the adjoining glasses door and could see Britney's struggle, her body squirming as the men's hands found her new $75 lacy thong, tearing it away to reveal her glistening pink pussy. Two men came on the prize quickly. Britney moaned looking towards Sweety like a captured animal her body betraying her as she grew wetter with each passing second. Her skirt was pulled off next. A thin square of velcro held it on the right side of her thin waist. Now on bottom she was left her in just her tattered fishnets. Her high heels had broken and fallen off.

The men fought over her, their hands and mouths vying for her attention. Britney moaned like a helpless little tease, her body squirming as they pinched, bit, and fondled her breasts and twisted her rock hard nipples. It hurt and made her cry out. Her red t-shirt, tight around her yummy breasts, was torn off. It bore the words "I like to be cornered" across her chest. The men laughed, their hands and mouths continuing their assault on her body.

A thick, veiny cock pressed against Britney's ass, holding her in place as men fought for her front. Britney's hair was yanked and pulled, absolutely wrecking her $200 hair job. Sweety watched, her own body responding to the scene before her. She could see Britney's struggle, her body squirming as the men took their fill. Her little helpless squirming body was getting over stimulated and used by the drunken mob of men.

Her wrists remained tied tightly to the grab bar above her. Her legs were lifted a man holding each ankle spread wide over their shoulders. A man buried between her legs with a large long tongue teased and ate her wet pink pussy. He made her squirm then squeal. Other men kissed and nibbled her legs as she squirmed. Five different men took turns eating poor Britney as she was held tightly in the air. Sweety could tell she orgasmed numerous times from her back arching and all her little muscles straining every few minutes she bucked like a wild horse trying to get free

Britney was then lowered and doubled by group after group relentlessly. Bouncing her now soaked sweaty body up and down.

After what felt like an eternity, Britney's body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her flat little tummy moving in and out. She was spent, her body a hot, used mess. Sweety watched as the men finally pulled away, leaving Britney on a seat naked and cum-drenched.

Sweety moved quickly, her heart pounding in her chest. She managed to get the door open, rushing to Britney's side. She helped her friend, dressing her in her soaked skirt and torn t-shirt. Britney's body was a mess, cum dripping between her thighs. Sweety could smell the sex on her, her own body responding to the scent. You poor but lucky little fucking thing Sweety thought.

As they made their way home, Sweety's mind raced. She was jealous, her body aching with need. She knew what she had to do. As soon as they were back at their apartment, Sweety left Britney passed out on the bed. She stripped her and covered her glazed body under some blankets. Her own hand slipping between her legs. She masturbated, her body arching as she came, her mind filled with images of Britney's helpless body being used as a cum dumpster. (How many loads did you Britney get?)

But Sweety wasn't satisfied. She masturbated again, her body trembling as she came, her mind filled with images of herself taking Britney's place. It could have been her in that car. Just luck of the draw. And then once more, her body finally relaxing as she came, put her mind finally at ease.

As Sweety lay in bed, her body spent, she couldn't help but smile. She knew she would never forget this night, the sight of Britney's body being used by the men on the subway. Sweety had came twice watching her friend get impregnated by the drinks. It somehow really turned her on. And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew she would be dreaming of Britney, her body aching with need.