Chapter 1 - Alice and Marie's Midnight Mayhem - Night Train

By Lady Lascivious
Commissioned by Marie and BlinksAndPokes

Marie felt a lump rise in her throat as the rickety doors of the train car slid open, their wheels squeeling in the running track. Years of neglect and abuse had not been kind, graffiti adorned almost every inch of the sheet steel, the spartan interior in little better condition. The carpet was frayed, worn through, even burned in some places - and unimaginable stains of all shapes, sizes, and colors marred the dull blue fabric. Marie’s eyes widened, and she stared at her companion in disbelief. 


“You want us to ride home… on this train? I… it… look at it! It’s filthy!” She pointed in all directions, eyes wide, incredulous at the insistence of the second woman. “Please tell me you’re joking? I-its covered in… stuff I don’t even want to think about!” 


“Oh, calm down, you’re overreacting.” Replied the woman standing behind her, a broad grin on her face as she ushered her friend into the dilapidated train car. “I told you to trust me! We’ll have plenty of fun!” Grinning wider, she blew a kiss at Marie. 


“Your kind of fun scares me, Alice. And considering what happened not long ago, it scares me even more.” Countered her friend, pouting, her arms folded. 


Alice laughed, leaning in and sliding an arm over Marie’s shoulder. “Oh, please! You had a blast back there, I didn’t drink nearly enough to forget that. Those boys at the club absolutely loved you, and I know you did too!” She grinned, pressing her lips to Marie’s cheek, whispering, “We have video evidence to prove it, after all.” Drawing away, her smile only broadened as she laughed again, “Admit it, you do enjoy my fun!”


Marie’s cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, and she swiped Alice’s hand away, stammering in indignation. “I-I most certainly did not! I just did what I had to do to preserve my reputation. You promised they wouldn’t take any video, too!”


Alice smiled, her hands moving to Marie’s shoulders, rubbing them in a slow, rhythmic motion. “Don’t worry, I can keep a secret, and so can they. You did look absolutely stunning with them though.” She grinned, a genuine warm smile that melted into one filled with mischief as she continued, “Especially your fan. Oh, man, for someone so inexperienced he had a good technique. And while it’s true that knowing how to use the tool matters far more than its size… well, when you have a combination of the two it simply can’t be beat! And oh, seeing him spread you open like that? That’s a memory I’ll keep with me for the rest of my days.”


Marie’s eyes shot wide open, and she stared at Alice, struggling to form the proper words in response to her last statement. “I… wait, what?!” She squeaked, looking mortified. 


Alice said nothing, merely smiling and pecking Marie lightly on the cheek, leaving her flustered and blushing furiously. She pulled away, walking into the center of the train car, her face falling into a deep frown.


“Now, where is everybody?” She wondered aloud, visibly perplexed as she scanned the carriage. “Last time… hmm…” She fell silent, and paced back and forth for a time. “I could have sworn it was this train. That was what he told me.” She continued to pace, seeming to grow more agitated. “Ugh, Marie! This is going to ruin the night! I had a whole… a plan! A thing! It was gonna be so much fun!” She sighed, slumping down onto the stained seats in defeat, Marie wincing subconsciously at the sight. 

“Um… it’s alright, Alice.” She murmured, drawing close to her friend, “I really don’t mind. We can go back home and have a nice night together - i-in a platonic way.” She reached out to give her friend a pat on the shoulder, but was thrown off balance as the train lurched forward, pulling out of the station. Throwing out a hand to catch herself, she clung to a mostly clean rail and pulled herself back to her feet. 


Alice looked up at her, moving to lend a hand when she stopped dead in her tracks, her gaze locked on something behind Marie. With a triumphant cry, she jumped to her feet and pulled Marie to hers, a vibrant energy returning to her. “Now I remember!” She laughed, pulling the other woman along in a flurry of energy. “I got the car numbers mixed up! It was car twenty one, not car twelve! This way, follow me!”


Giving Marie no time to reply, protest, or in any way respond, Alice barged through the doors separating the individual train cars. Her hand wrapped tightly around Marie’s own as they sprinted and stumbled through the train. As they passed through the door of the eighteenth car, Marie caught herself and brought the two of them to an awkward halt, tripping and collapsing over each other on the patchwork floor. 


“What’s gotten into you!?” Demanded Marie, her eyes wide. “I’ve already been dragged into one…” she paused, pursing her lips as she searched for the right word, “compromising situation tonight - I don’t want you pulling me into another round of ‘fun’ without even telling me anything!” 


Alice stared for a moment, caught off guard by Marie’s outburst - before smiling. “Look, look, I promise - no compromising about anything, I guarantee it!” She smiled wide, earnest sincerity shining from every inch of her face. After a moment, Marie obviously unconvinced, Alice changed tactic, “Look, if you don’t like it - you get to choose what we do next. Anything, whatever you say. I won’t say anything bad, whatsoever.”


Marie narrowed her eyes, searching for some sign of deception or dishonesty, but found none, Alice’s face was the perfect model of guileless innocence. She knew not to trust her by this point, but felt she had little other choice. 


“Fine.” She sighed, gently working her fingers free of Alice’s grasp, “I’m holding you to that.”


Alice’s face lit up in a bright, almost manic smile, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, you can hold me against whatever you want, Marie.” She purred, ushering her friend along. They were close now, the door ahead showed the number 20, and only one car more would lead her to the second surprise she’d planned for the night. 


The final car passed in near silence, Marie throwing concerned glances at her friend’s near manic expression, and Alice forging along with relentless determination and focus upon the door dead ahead. As they drew near it, Marie felt a weight of concern fall upon her once more, and she turned to her friend. “Tell me, just what _is_ it you have planned?”


Alice said nothing, her smile only broadening as she reached around her friend, pushing her up against the door. Before Marie could say anything in protest, the door slid open and the two of them were assailed by the smell of sex. Before them, within the car, stood at least three score men, all in various states of undress, all of them obviously having been in the midst of eager conversation - right up until the two of them had interrupted. Marie felt dozens of eyes on her and on Alice, and immediately felt her cheeks flush at the sight. 


Marie stared, agape, her expression one of shock and horror at what lay before her. She had been tricked again - that much was self evident - and if she made it out of this situation her revenge on Alice would be thorough and merciless. No quarter would be given, and she would thoroughly document the experience for enjoyment afterwards. She could almost picture the discomfort on Alice’s face - what exact nature her revenge would be she was still unsure of, but what she was sure of was th- 


“Ah! Logan! Long time no see - I brought a friend like I promised! Any of you recognize her?” Alice sauntered forward, speaking to the nearest man as though he were a long friend. With a start, Marie realized Alice was topless - her bra and shirt lying discarded on the ground without a thought. She stared open mouthed as Alice made conversation with three of the men, happily chatting away as one of them traced his hand along her exposed breast, gently playing at her nipple. Horrified, she realized Alice was speaking about her - and she felt more eyes lock on to her body, prying at whatever scant modesty her outfit afforded her. 


Marie felt her cheeks flush an even darker red, and a pounding in her head. She could hardly breathe, it seemed as though every inch of her body was being pored over by a thousand eyes, she could almost feel the ghostly images of a thousand hands pawing at her, pulling away her clothes, pulling her down into a pit of wanton excess. And before her - there was Alice, one man already shedding his pants, her lips locked with those of another, while still another positioned himself next to her, his hands hungrily roaming across her body to grope and play at her breasts. 


Marie watched, transfixed in shock and awe, as Alice slid her hands down the pants of the man in front of her, and as the man to her side in turn worked his hands into her own undergarments. She had no illusions about her friend and her proclivities - but to see it demonstrated so explicitly before her utterly mortified her nonetheless. She watched, awestruck, as Alice and the men pressed closer together, Alice’s tongue locked in a struggle with that of one of them, the other pulling at her pants, the third availing himself of her upper body in its entirety, rubbing his shaft against her breasts. 


With not a shred of concern or reluctance, Alice dropped to her knees, a bright spark in her eye as she watched the men clustering around her. Many fumbled with belts and buttons, while still others were already nude, or had been before they entered. It was an oddly peaceful affair, Marie thought to herself in a strange moment of clarity, no pushing, shoving, or insults - every one of them knew they would get a turn at the blonde slut, and every one of them knew she would service every cock presented to her with the utmost gusto and fervor. Indeed, as she sat, mouth almost watering at the sight that greeted her, Alice seemed to be at an inner peace with herself in a situation that would see most wracked with anxiety. And yet, as the first man stepped forward, she beckoned forth a second, eagerly wrapping her hands around their shafts and bobbing her head along their lengths. Moans rose from the three, Alice’s moans those of a deep contentment as she sucked and licked away at their shafts. 


Absorbed in such debauchery unfolding right before her, Marie was caught completely off guard and unprepared as, from behind, another man appeared. His hands gripped her shoulders gently but firmly, and he began pushing her towards the small army of cocks and their bearers arrayed before her. 


Marie gulped, knowing that to try to break free was futile - but she dug in her heels, doing her damndest not to let the man budge her another inch. It was a doomed effort, she knew, but she insisted upon it anyway. To her shock, the man halted in his motions, ceasing to push her towards the malestrom that built within the center of the car. Relief welled within her, only to be instantly quashed as she felt his hands shift position, probing fingers sliding across her breasts and slowly beginning to grope and caress the soft, sensitive tissue through her top. Marie let out a yelp, trying to pry his hands off, but his strength seemed that of iron, and as she struggled, he leaned in, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered to her. “Are you telling me that video was a lie? I thought you liked it when your fans loved your body.” 


Instantly she was back in the nightclub, her mouth filled with cock, her loins equally so, a hapless idol onahole stretched wide by a cock in either end. She felt her resistance melting away once again, the feelings she had tried to bury after the encounter rushing back in full and engulfing her. A warmth began to seep through her body, and she moaned softly at the prospect of experiencing that once again - but over and over, to give into her desire to suck and fuck without another care in the world. The prospect dangled before her… and she shook her head, stammering incoherently in defiance. She realized, after a moment, what his words meant - not only had the men at the nightclub shared the videos and pictures anyway - but almost certainly, it was at Alice’s behest they had done so. Staring at her friend - she realized that she didn’t care as much as she would have just a few hours earlier - indeed, the prospect almost excited her before she shook her head once more. There would be words, and she would be ha- 


Marie let out a yelp as, once again, the man’s hands were on her, pushing her towards the crowd, fingers working under her shirt, inside her bra, toying at her nipples. Pinching, tugging, squeezing, rolling the firm nubs between his fingers. 


Marie looked up from her struggle, seeking some form of aid from her friend - though she knew subconsciously that Alice would only encourage the man in his molestations - but at the sight before her she let out a yelp of shock. Alice had taken a third man in, occupying one with her mouth, and the other two with her hands, switching back and forth between them, her tongue dancing around the lengths of each and every shaft. Behind her stood a fourth man, his shaft ready to go as he rubbed it along her entrance, coating every inch in her juices, teasing along her backside, teetering at the precipice of spreading her wide open and taking her right then and there.


Transfixed in awe and something approaching horror, Marie failed to notice the man approaching her until he filled her vision. Her eyes widened and immediately fell south to the erect, throbbing cock that poked forth from his pants. The man grinned, taking another step forward - she could almost feel his breath on her, his barely restrained cock mere inches away from her body, and she stared openmouthed. Something tickled the back of her mind - it would be so simple to reach forward and pull it out. She could disrobe him in less than a second, all it would take was a single small motion, a gentle tug. His shaft would be free for her to do all sorts of things with. 


With a squeal of protest, Marie pulled away from the man and his offending shaft, almost breaking the grip of her posterior molester. Her heart raced, and her eyes darted about the room. A conflicting vortex of emotion raged through her mind, and it was all she could do to remain her composure and stay upright. Half of her wanted to run, to flee, to barricade herself behind locked doors - and the other half wished to strip bare, spread her legs, and submit to the rising tide of sexual energy building in the room. 


Alice moaned, relishing the warmth filling her body, the sensations that skittered across her mind from the teasings of the man behind her. He was on the precipice of sliding into her, spreading her loins apart and plunging deep inside her, and she shuddered aloud at the thought of his member plunging into her deepest depths. Through an ocean of mounting lust she swam - until a shrill voice broke her reverie, and she turned to its source, smile falling as she took the scene in. 


With a quick motion, she put a stop to the action surrounding her, standing upright from her original position as her gaze focused in on her friend. Slowly, a smile crept back on her face, and she looped an arm around the man who had been poised to enter her from behind, whispering into his ear. A smile spread across his face too, and he followed as she sauntered over to Marie, taking a position near one of the railings, her ass in the air as she leaned onto the metal, grinning mischievously. 


“Marie.” She murmured, her grin broadening, “Marie, look at me. Over here. Bob, could you show her?” At Alice’s instruction, the man holding Marie turned her to look at her friend, Alice’s lecherous expression greeting her. Alice snapped a finger, and the man who had followed her plunged his shaft into her as Marie watched. It was hardly a surprise or shock, and still Marie gasped. 


“A-Alice, your boyfriend! I… I mean, I, ah… Alice!” She protested, stammering as she fought to maintain her composure, heart thumping in her chest. 


Alice’s smile broadened further. “Oh, I’d bet you he’s watching this from someone’s phone right as we speak. He loves it. Can’t get enough.” She turned around, searching the crowd - and with ease found several phone cameras pointed her way, to which she gave a playful wink. “Love you, babe!”


Marie’s mouth hung open in shock and in sheer overwhelmed disbelief. It was all too much for her to handle, and she shook her head slowly, struggling to process the events happening before her. 


Alice’s smile once more fell into a frown, and she motioned for the man behind her to increase his pace. Immediately, she moaned aloud, letting him ravish her body in its entirety. He hunched over her, pistoning into her as he groped her breasts, his breath hot on her skin. “Just think, Marie.” She gushed, “You could be right next to me. Taking cock like the slut you know you are… cumming endlessly for the whole night, letting yourself be used like this.” 


Marie gulped, her mouth dry as sand, her heart racing impossibly fast as she stood rigid, overwhelmed physically and mentally. Rough hands caressed and groped at her body, fingers sliding across her breasts and belly, lewd murmurings reaching her ears from around her. Steadily, another two men approached her, long, turgid shafts seeming to point directly towards her body. 


“What’s this here?” Said the man behind her, and Marie felt an electric jolt run up her spine as he lightly pulled at the buttplug and its tail. Alice’s grin somehow spread even wider, and yet more men clustered around Marie, “Can’t believe I didn’t notice it until now.” Grunted her molester, “She’s even got these little ears too! Looks like Alice brought us a good little kitty, didn’t she?”


Marie’s expression fell into one of utter horror, and she looked desperately at Alice. So far out of her element, so deep in the midst of these men, so exposed, her body being leered at, examined, and groped like a delicious piece of meat - she knew on a higher level that her lecherous friend would not help her, but did so anyway.


Alice locked eyes with her friend and smiled broader than ever before, “Pardonnez-moi, mon ami.” She chirped to the man using her, standing upright and kissing him lightly on the cheek. She sidled alongside the men molesting Marie, squeezing herself betwixt them and pressing her lips to Marie’s cheek. “It’s alright, it’s alright.” She purred, rubbing a hand encouragingly, “Everything’s going to be fine, okay?”


Marie nodded, feeling her heartbeat steady ever so slightly - before Alice dropped down, pulling Marie’s shorts and undergarments to the ground with her. 


Marie didn’t make a sound. Falling to her knees before the assembled crowd, she stared upwards at them, eyes fixated on their cocks, heavy balls full of seed swaying beneath turgid shafts that pulsed with virile desire. The warmth that had been building in her loins surged outwards, and she moaned involuntarily with nary a touch. Her mind was awash, and she stared longingly at the seemingly endless numbers of men that filled the train car. 


The man before her loomed tall, his body filling Marie’s entire view, thick member tantalizingly close, almost resting on her lips. He looked down on her, smiling, “The lead singer for SMS Fantasy?” His own lips tightened in a smile, and he leaned in, his cock pressing firmly against her face, “How about you fantasize about this sticky, milky syrup I’m going to give you.”


Off to the side she heard Alice’s voice groan, a strange mixture of pleasure and exasperation at her neighbor’s terrible wordplay and her eyes followed the sound. Alice was already bent double once more, a man that dwarfed her in size holding her aloft as he pistoned in and out of her supple body, heavy balls slapping wetly against her skin. A second man felt her up, his hands groping her breasts with an intense sexual hunger, his throbbing phallus twitching as she pressed her lips to his once more, moaning into him as she cried out in pleasure, begging for their cum inside her.


Marie’s lips parted, and the first cock slid in, its wielder letting out a contented moan of delight as her tongue swirled around the tip of his shaft. She sucked, licked, and almost worshipped it, gently caressing his testicles in one hand, eyes fixated on them, the sight of her own lips spread around the thick piece of cockmeat, the giddy heat that filled her being with amorous energy pushing her ever onwards. Behind her crouched the man who had molested her for so long, a lecherous smile on his face as he held a phone up, the blinking light signalling that this would be immortalized forever. 


“I’ve always been such a fan of yours.” He said, breaking his silence as he stood and approached her once more, “Not so much for the music, of course - but that body of yours.” He drew nearer, and Marie could almost feel the lust this man felt for her, “It’s absolutely perfect. And it’s so rewarding to see an idol who takes such good care of her fans like this.” He leaned in close to her, his breath hot against her neck, his body caressing hers once more as his finger traced around her stomach, “I’m going to plant my seed right in that cute little idol womb of yours.” He murmured, his other hand teasing at her clitoris, “Just like the little slutty breeding fucktoy you know you are.”


She felt his cock tease at her entrance, the head of his shaft pushing up against the moist lips that ached to be spread wide and taken. She murmured pitifully, unable to speak her need through the cock in her mouth, desperate to be filled, desperate to feel her aching loins pushed apart by the cock that teased teased her. 


“You want it bad, don’t you, little kitty?” Crooned the man, his hands groping her breasts, “You want this cock in you? You want me to breed that little cunt?” He gripped her breasts harder, almost painfully, the tip of his shaft spreading her lips apart, tantalizingly close to pushing into her aching entrance. 


“Fuck her already!” Called Alice from across the car, her face now painted in pearly white strands. “Fuck her good and hard! Knock up that slutty little cunt of hers!” On her breasts were four crudely marked black lines, and beside her lay a worn marker. The man fucking her grunted, hilting himself deep inside as Alice moaned in tandem with him, “Fuck me! Fuck! Breed me! I want your cum, I want all of it!” She pressed her lips to his, tongues wrestling as he pumped her full of his seed, the sticky white cream of previous partners already adding to the stains on the seats, her eager loins aching to be seeded once more.


Alice sighed, releasing her hold on the man, who took up the marker and drew the fifth tally mark on her chest. Alice grinned, her fingers sliding down to her loins, teasing about her entrance, slick with seed and her arousal. She beckoned with a hand, inviting a new man to come and breed her, her eyes alight with carnal craving. “He’ll love this.” She murmured, grinning as another man slid into her, eliciting moans of pleasure from her, “Don’t miss a single second! Number eighteen’s on the way!” She crooned to one of the many phone cameras aimed at her. 


Marie was pulled back from her stupor as her own partner began to push his way inside her, grunting as her eager loins pulled him in, enveloping his shaft in the hot, wet folds. Marie moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth, her eyes unfocused as she struggled to maintain her composure. Deeper and deeper he pushed, spreading her walls open with an irresistible force, taking her before half a dozen cameras. “You like that, kitty kitty?” He grunted to her, bottoming out inside, head of his shaft pressing against her cervix, his groin pushed tight against her own, his sack slicked in the juices of her arousal. 


Marie nodded slightly, her eyes welling slightly as the two men pushed in ever closer to her, almost gagging on the probing phallus in her mouth, her mind driven almost to utter blankness as she revelled in the sensation filling her mind and body. Behind her, her mate began to withdraw his shaft - and Marie wanted to cry out, to beg him to stay inside her. The tip of his cock teased around the folds of her loins once more, and she moaned helplessly into the balls whose shaft she worshipped. And then he was entering her once more, his shaft pushing inexorably back inside her, relentless in its conquest of his chosen mate once again. 


She moaned louder still as he gathered her hair in a tight fist, pulling hard as he slammed his shaft home once again, his voice harsher now. “Bet this little kitty wants some milk in her, like a good pussy.” He teased, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned in, his shaft sliding through her wet loins with confident ease, “Bet this little pussy wants some kittens too.” 


Marie’s eyes widened again - she couldn’t remember, dazed as she was, her mind abuzz with lust, whether she had been current. She wanted to pull away, to scream at the man to keep out of her - that she was not safe, none of this was safe. But the force of their bodies, of their cocks spitroasting her like some hapless toy, pressing her close to them, held her back. 


“Beg for it, little kitty.” He whispered, another hand groping savagely at her breast, “Beg for us to breed you like the slut you know you are.” His hand slid downwards, gliding over her bare stomach where it lingered for a moment. “Bet you want it badly.” He continued, his meat sliding in and out of her, the wet sound and smell of sex filling her mind, “Little kitty want some kittens in that cute little tummy?” He panted, his thrusting growing more erratic and wild. “Beg for it.” He grunted, “Beg for it, bitch!”


Marie’s mind warred within itself, she wanted to scream at him to pull out - and she wanted to beg for him not to let a single drop spill from her aching loins, she wanted to run from this room and never look back, and she wanted to stay here for hours on end and sink beneath the waves of sexual fluids and thoughts that threatened to consume her. He grinned at her helpless moaning, “Good enough.”

In a cacophony of moans and grunts, the two men working at her body slammed their cocks into her as far as they would go. Marie’s eyes widened and she struggled not to retch, yet more intoxicating sensations flooding her mind as cum began to flood her body. She moaned louder, the sound breaking into open air as the man in front of her pulled away, his seed salty and bitter pooling in her mouth. He looked down at her, a lecherous grin on his lips as he crouched down, “Swallow it.”


Marie stared back at him - and swallowed. 


“That’s the spirit!” he crowed, hi-fiving the man who still kept his shaft buried in her loins. “I think there’s some real hope for her after all!”


The man behind her grinned in turn, slapping her buttocks as he finally pulled himself out, still rock solid. “I think you’re right.” He chortled, producing a marker that he brandished with a flourish, handing to his companion. “Would you do the honors? That blond slut looks like a good lay too.”


Marie barely processed any of it, her mind a haze of jumbled thoughts, the juices of lovemaking spilling from her holes as she swayed, steadying herself on one of the handrails. Through her daze came a voice, and the sensation of more fingers probing at her flesh, “Where shall we make the first mark, hmm…”


She looked down, “Wha… what are you doing?” She murmured as if drunk, her speech slow and uncertain.


The man seemed not to care what she said, placing the tip of his marker on her mound and drawing two haphazard tally marks on her skin, followed by the words ‘world’s loosest idol’. She stared dumbly at them, their meaning slow to process. She wanted to object to such labeling but found her lips did not move as she wished, instead a small giggle escaped her. Another man loomed over her as the first left the marker behind, and she smiled weakly up at him as he lined his shaft up with her entrance.


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The heady odor of sex and sweat hung in the air like a thick fog, almost a physical presence in the room. Two women, every available hole filled to the brim and beyond with seemingly endless quantities of virile cum. Alice pressed her lips tightly to those of Marie, her hands groping her friend’s supple breasts, her hips gyrated instinctively upon the cock that filled her. Neither had any concept of the passage of time, their minds filled with naught but the dizzying rush of another spurt of cum filling their eager loins. As the man below her began to grunt, his hips jerking erratically before dumping load upon load into her already saturated womb, Alice screamed out her ecstasy once more, slumping against Marie as she basked in the afterglow of countless orgasms.


Marie blinked blearily through the mental fog that clouded her senses, realizing with a start that the rays of the sun peered over the lofty metal giants that formed the city’s skyline. She had been on this train… hours at least. And yet, she felt none of the panic or horror she expected she would, and, as the train lurched to a halt at the station, she smiled contentedly at Alice, pulling her friend in for a long, drawn out, sloppy kiss. 


Even as the shocked gasps and cries out alarm met her ears, she felt no shame, only a sense of somehow even deeper arousal than before. She took in the many eyes that stared transfixed at her naked body, covered in the seed of dozens - no, hundreds of partners, carnal and depraved messages scrawled across her body in crude marker. She smiled, spreading her legs wide for all to see. 