“If you tell anyone, the next time it’s going to be your ass,” he said. “Get the fuck out.”
Melanie staggered to her feet, her hair in disarray, clothes askew, and she stumbled from the room. She staggered past Leah with a triumphant smirk. Candice and Leah followed her up the steps, as drops of semen leaked from her fuckhole. Once they were in Candice’s bedroom once more, she dipped her fingers into her cunt and extracted some of the cum, then fed it into her mouth.
“That was totally hot!” Candice cried.
“That’s number eight!” Melanie boasted. “I can probably get over a dozen at the party tonight.”
“See, Leah?” Candice said. “It’s not so hard.”
Leah, flushed, confused, and scared, simply nodded.
***
Leah arrived with her two friends at the New Year’s Eve party, unaware that all of the guests were in on the awful plan to bring the uppity cunt down a few pegs. She felt like a slut in the whorish clothes, anticipating her first raping, but her dedication to chasing the trend and her bare, wet pussy, wouldn’t allow her to back out. No one would respect her if she did. She’d have no friends if she wasn’t riding the Rape Train.
Her heart hammered as she danced with her friends, cockteasing all the boys at the party. Periodically, Candice, Melanie, Karen, or one of the other girls would disappear for longer than it took to use the restroom. When they returned, they were disheveled and wiping tears away. Leah could hear them whispering to one another, sometimes glancing her direction while hiding smiles. They were all getting raped, but Leah wasn’t.
After the first couple of hours, at least five of the girls had been raped and Leah began to feel very anxious. She still avoided going to the restroom or being alone anywhere, but the giggles and looks were getting hard to ignore. Finally, she couldn’t hold it anymore. Glancing about, she hurried to the bathroom and did her business. In the mirror, she noted that she looked very rapeable, but she felt uncertain about actually being forcibly fucked.
Carefully, she eased the door open and looked both ways. The hallway was empty. She left, hurrying back to the party. When she passed by an open bedroom, though, someone reached out and pulled her inside. She screamed, but someone slapped her face. Another set of arms encircled her waist and lifted her off of her feet, then they tossed her on the bed.
“No!” she shouted and heard two amused chuckles.
“Just be good, Fuck Handles,” one of them said from the dark.
“No one wants to hurt you, slut,” the other said. “Not much.”
Leah tried to get up, but they were faster. One of them pushed her onto her tits on the mattress, while the other moved behind her and put his legs over hers, forcing them apart. She heard rustling and then she screeched into the mattress as his cock entered her. The man holding her laughed.
“Damn, dude,” her rapist exclaimed, “She’s fucking wet for it.”
“Figures,” said the man holding her. “Only a slut gets tits this big. You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you Leah?”
“No! Please!” Leah pleaded, whimpering and struggling.
The man pushed his cock deeper and then put his weight on her back and hammered her pussy in rough, hard strokes. Leah bucked and yelped as he fucked her, pumping his hips against her rounded ass. She felt tears on her cheeks as he thrust angrily into her cockhole, until she felt his dick jerk inside of her.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned.
“Oh, no!” Leah protested. “Pull it out!”
Of course, he didn’t listen.
The two of them quickly switched places and then her cunt was stuffed with a second cock. Her second rapist wrapped her ponytail in his fist and jerked her head back, making her yelp as he pounded his meat into her. Leah grunted, and groaned, her neck bent back awkwardly as he rammed his cock home with no regard for her comfort.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in this slut,” he muttered.
“Don’t! Please!” Leah begged.
He groaned and held her tightly as his cock spasmed and unloaded hard bursts of semen, pasting her already gooey channel with more ball batter.
“Shit,” he said. “I’m gonna have to get seconds of this pussy later.”
The two of them left her there in the dark and returned to the party. Leah, her cunt sore and leaking spunk, shambled off of the bed and returned to the restroom. She wiped at the sperm flowing from her hole. She’d gotten on the Rape Train, with two consecutive fuckings, but she didn’t quite feel the sense of accomplishment that she felt she should have. She just felt violated and cheap. She hadn’t even cum, like Melanie and Candice said she would. She wiped the smeared makeup and tears from her eyes, straightened her clothes, and returned to the party.
“I want to go home,” she whispered to Candice, who she found dancing with Melanie.
“Why?” Candice asked.
“I just got raped! Twice! I want to go home,” Leah said, sniffling.
“Oh my God! You did it! You little slut!”
“Two at once?” Melanie proclaimed. “Welcome on board the Rape Train!”
Leah felt so confused. She hadn’t actually enjoyed the experience, but the girls seemed to think it was great. Despite feeling violated, Leah did feel a small twinge of acceptance.
“You’re, like, way behind,” Candice said. “You need to catch up.”
Melanie nodded and added, “I think we can help.”
“I don’t know,” Leah said.
The two girls ignored her and dispersed into the crowd. Leah stood by awkwardly, looking over the mingling guests, wondering which ones had raped her. When her friends returned, it was with Karen in tow.
“Hey newbie,” Karen said. “I hear you’re on the train! Come with me.”
“Where are we going?” Leah asked as the girls pulled her along.
“We’re going to help you catch up!” Karen exclaimed excitedly.
“I don’t think I want to,” Leah argued.
“Duh! That’s the whole point,” Candice said. “It’s not a real raping if you want it.”
“But you wanted it,” Leah said, confused.
Candice didn’t answer. The three of them pushed Leah into the bedroom once more, where Melanie and Candice shoved her onto the bed and pinned her arms.
“What are you doing?” Leah cried. “Let me up!”
Karen went to the door and looked out, giggled, and a moment later, she returned with two more boys from the party. They took off their pants and pulled out their cocks.
“No! Don’t let them!” Leah protested.
“That’s good Leah!” Melanie said. “Make them think you don’t want it. It makes it really fun.”
“I don’t!” Leah cried and struggled against the girls holding her down.
One of the men mounted Leah’s prodigious chest and slapped his hard cock against her mouth.
“Open, Leah,” Candice urged. “Unless you want him to slap you until you do.”
Leah, reluctantly, opened her mouth and allowed the man to push his cock into it. Karen held one of her legs for the second man, who guided his cock to her fuckhole and shoved it inside. Leah babbled incoherently around the dick in her mouth. Her oral rapist simply placed his hand on the back of her head and held it in place as he fucked her suckhole. Between her legs, the man bottomed out in her with a groan of pleasure and then began to pump his cock into her in short, hard thrusts while Karen played with her clit.