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Kelly didn’t think she would make it to the train station. After Heather made her cum in front of the entire class, the teacher had thanked her and given her clothes back (though it took her a moment to find the panties that she’d had the class taste and smell). Kelly put her clothes back on as quickly as possible, feeling the leering stares of her classmates. She bolted out the classroom door and ran down the hall until she found an empty classroom.
Kelly skipped band practice after school, unable to come out of her classroom hiding spot. In a rare stroke of luck, the classroom stayed empty. When Kelly’s alarm went off to catch the train, she realized that she had to pee. She couldn’t make herself go into the washroom for fear of running into someone. At best, it would be someone who had seen her cum and smelled her panties, at worst- Heather.
Kelly decided to hold it until she got to the train station, and started the short walk. She felt like everyone that she passed on the sidewalk was looking at her, and her face remained flushed with embarrassment. She was so focused on the day’s humiliation that she walked right past the train station entrance- she was five minutes past it before she realized her mistake.
By the time she got to the station, there was no time to pee- Kelly jumped on the train just before it pulled away.
She found her usual seat near the door, and settled in for her hour-long commute. She crossed her legs, clenching her muscles to try to relieve the pressure of her bladder. The more that she tried to ignore the sensation, the worse it became. Kelly fidgeted in her seat, moving her weight from side to side to try to find relief. Her stomach felt full, and her need to pee burned between her legs.
She looked around the train, noticing that it was filling up. She still couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone was watching her, which made her fidgeting worse. It felt like the entire train knew she needed to pee, and they had all seen her naked. Kelly knew that wasn’t true, but saw enough school uniforms to know that there was a very good chance that some people on the train had seen her cum, or had seen the videos of her that were circulating. Maybe one had even purchased her panties from Heather.
Kelly saw an elderly woman board the train, and stood to give up her seat. She hoped that perhaps standing would give her some relief between her legs. Kelly angled herself between other folks standing, and noticed she did feel a bit of relief- at least until the train jolted and someone beside her bumped into her stomach.
Kelly came so close to loosing her bladder that she yelped, crossing her legs and squeezing them closed at the last second. She was glad that she had gotten her panties back for once, as there was surely a wet spot on them now. She took a deep breath, willing herself to ignore the pressure. She tried to create some distance between herself and the people standing around her, but the train was getting packed. She focused on being small, tensing her muscles to hold everything in.
The only thing distracting her from her impending humiliation was her recent humiliation. She kept flashing back to being naked and spread in front of her class, everyone’s hands invading her modesty. The staring, the whispers, the eager prodding- it was all too much for Kelly. She could hear her teacher’s voice encouraging everyone, treating Kelly like an object of study instead of a person.
She could also still feel Heather’s hands on her, and had to admit, however reluctantly, that they felt good. As humiliating as her orgasm was, it was also euphoric.
Kelly glanced at her watch to interrupt the new, more tantalized feeling between her legs- she was only 15 minutes into the 60 minute ride. She felt tears prick her eyes as she realized there was no way she was going to make it.
With her attention back on her desperate bladder, Kelly realized the need to pee was overwhelming. She also realised that her need had been less when she was thinking about Heather rubbing her pussy. Kelly relaxed her posture, allowing herself to be pressed face first into the pole that she was leaning on. She parted her legs slightly around the pole, and jutted her hips into it. The pressure on her pussy was slight, but an unmistakable tingle between her legs momentarily lessened her bladder’s hold on her.
Kelly repeated the motion, jutting her hips further into the pole and finding relief once more. If she angled herself just right, the pole could kiss her clit through her damp panties. Each time a shiver ran through her, her focus on her need to pee was interrupted. Kelly hoped that no one could tell what she was doing, but was pretty sure she was safe given the constant jostling on the train.
She continued like this for a few minutes, her cheeks starting to flush- not from embarrassment, for once, but from the need building in her core. Her need for stimulation was competing with her need to pee, and she thought that she might make it off the train after all.
Of course, that isn’t how Kelly’s luck typically goes. The train came to a stop, and passengers got off and came aboard in a rush. Kelly had to stop rubbing on the pole while the crowd thinned, and the pressure in her bladder immediately returned. The train remained stopped for what felt like hours, and Kelly’s control was slipping. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, hopping from one foot to the other to prevent herself from wetting.
The final passengers boarded and the doors shut, but as everyone was settling someone walked by Kelly and pressed their hand directly between her hips. It was over in an instant- Kelly didn’t even see who it was.
It didn’t matter, though, because the warmth that she felt running down her legs meant that it was all over.
Kelly felt palpable relief as she wet herself on the train. For a moment she wasn’t even aware of the other people on the train, her senses enveloped by the sweet smell of her own urine. Her bladder emptied down her legs, soaking her panties in her warm pee. Liquid trickled down her legs, soaking her socks and pooling on the floor underneath her. Kelly couldn’t fight the stream, and her whole body relaxed as she let it flow. She signed in relief before she became conscious of what had happened.
She shuffled her feet in the puddle beneath her, instantly horrified at her mess. Her skirt was damp, but patterned enough that it wasn’t wholly obvious. Her panties, however, were soaked, as were her socks. If Kelly could manage to get away from the puddle underneath her, it was possible that no one would realize what she’d done.
She took a step back and went to turn, but she slipped in her puddle. A man’s hand wrapped around her waist to catch her before she fell. “Be careful, there- there’s a puddle underneath you,” the man said gently.
Kelly looked up at the kind stranger, terrified that he was about to out her secret shame. He was dressed in a school uniform from their partner school, and she vaguely recognized him as an upperclassman- she thought he played trumpet in the other school’s band. His face was kind, his grasp around her waist strong- if he hadn’t already peed herself, she most certainly would be now.
“Thank…thank you,” she stammered, eager to get away. He pulled her in closer, his hand touching her wet skirt.
“Oh dear, that puddle…it’s yours, isn’t it?” he whispered into her ear.
She looked up at him prepared to lie, but she realized that he was speaking quietly enough for no one else to hear, and the look on his face was genuine concern.
“Yes,” she breathed in defeat, “I just couldn’t hold it. I’ve had a very terrible day…please just leave me alone.”
He held her tighter. “Oh, it’s okay- accidents happen,” he said gently. “Why don’t we go to the back and see if we can get you cleaned up.”
Kelly balked at his offer- she hadn’t experienced kindness from a classmate all week, and was suspicious. He took her hand, gently coaxing her to walk through her puddle and follow him to the back of the car. The crowd had thinned out enough that the back of the car was empty. The stranger stood Kelly against the wall, and used his body as a shield for her privacy.
He pulled some napkins out of his backpack and gave them to her. “I have these left over from lunch,” he explained.
Kelly took them gratefully, but hesitated.
“Could…could you turn around, please?” she asked quietly. Though shame was a constant companion for her these days, she still felt explosed in front of this handsome stranger.
“It’s better if I face you,” he explained, “My backpack across my back prevents anyone else from seeing.”
His logic made sense, and Kelly supposed that at this point he was seeing less of her than her classmates had hours earlier. She took the napkins and wiped her damp legs, the sweet smell of her pee still potent. She patted her socks, trying to dry them. Finally, she reached the napkins between her legs to dab at her soaked panties.
It was hopeless- there had been so much pee that the napkins were soaked before they could help.
“Here, let me take those,” the stranger said. Kelly surrendered the napkins without thinking, her mind lost in humiliation. She didn’t notice when he put the wet napkins back in his backpack.
“Let’s get you out of those,” he said kindly. Maybe she was just used to being undressed by others at this point, or perhaps it was the strangers kindness that softened her defenses- at any rate, Kelly let him reach under her skirt, and felt his fingers brush against her lips as he pulled her wet panties to her ankles.
Kelly obediently stepped out of her panties. Her gaze remained focused on her wet shoes, as he brought them to his nose for a sniff before putting them in his backpack with the soaked napkins.
“There, that will feel at least a bit better until you can get home and change,” he said kindly. He was stroking her hair, holding her small body against his chest. Kelly was buried in shame, but for the first time all day felt cared for.
“Th..thank you,” she breathed into his chest.
She stood in her soaked shoes and socks, her damp skirt pressed into his thigh as he held her. She could feel cool air between her legs, the dampness amplifying the breeze.
She was so lost in his embrace that she didn’t feel his hand reach up her skirt to cup her ass. When he squeezed, she let out a sigh and then a gasp.
“What are you doing?” she said, taking a step back.
He held her against him tighter, his hands kneading her pee-covered thighs.
“Shh, it’s okay. No one can see us. I helped you, now you need to help me- I know that you know how to be a good girl,” he whispered into her ear.
Kelly tensed but didn’t pull away. Maybe this was her fate- her purpose- to be groped by strangers at every turn. She was honestly getting used to prodding hands and lewd comments.
His hand cupped her pussy, fingers prodding her folds. “Such a wet pussy, and not just from the pee,” he said. Kelly’s face flushed- from shame or stimulation, she wasn’t sure. The two were becoming intertwined anyway.
He stroked her clit gently, dipping his fingers into the wetness at her hole. “Always ready,” he mused.
Kelly’s knees weakened, but he held her weight as he continued to rub. She could feel his hard cock against her as he held her body close. Her wet skirt was starting to leave an outline on his pants, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“You’re going to cum for me, Kelly, and then when we get off this train you’re going to suck my cock to say thank you. Do you understand?”
The sound of her name jolted Kelly.
“How do you know my name?” she asked, fighting against the lust filled haze to hold onto the moment of clarity.
“Oh, I know you- everyone knows you,” he said evasively. “Now cum- I know this needy pee-soaked pussy needs to, I can hear your wetness as i finger you.”
Of course her reputation preceded her. He wasn’t a kind stranger after all- just an opportunist who took advantage of her, just like everyone else.
Disappointment, shame, and humiliation washed over Kelly at the same time her orgasm did. She quivered in his arms, cumming hard amid a train full of strangers. She didn’t even bother to stifle her moan- what did it matter if even more people saw her cum?
His fingers rubbed every last shudder out of her clit before he finally eased. He brought them to his lips, sucking her juices and pee off of them decadently. Kelly leaned into him, her knees still too weak to fully bear her weight. She was dazed, and allowed him to shuffle her off the train at the next stop.
The stranger took her hand and led her to the train station washrooms. If only this had been a half hour earlier, Kelly thought bleakly, then she wouldn’t have to suck a stranger’s cock. Her socks squelched in her shoes, a constant reminder of her humiliation.
They entered the washroom. Instead of going into a stall, the stranger locked the main bathroom door and unzipped his pants. “You know what to do,” he said. The earlier kindness in his voice had vanished.
Kelly got down on her knees, looking up at the stranger with one last plea.
“Please, I…I don’t want to. Please just let me go,” she begged.
His cock interrupted her sentence as he forced it into her mouth.
Kelly gagged instantly, but the stranger didn’t relent. He grabbed her by the hair and thrust into her throat, pausing only to let her take a single breath before she was back on his cock. Kelly coughed, sputtered, and resisted, but it was no use. Drool soon ran down her chin, and tears down her face. Her resistance waned as he used her, and eventually she surrendered completely.
His cock assaulted her open throat, earning but not yielding to the occasional choking cough. Kelly’s blouse was soaked in her spit and tears, her skirt soaked in her pee. She was floating, totally detached from the moment.
So detached that she didn’t see Heather come out from one of the washroom stalls. So detached that she didn’t see the camera in Heather’s hands, or the one in the stranger’s.
They captured every moment on camera- every sound, every trail of spit, every gag. The stranger finally pulled his cock out of Kelly’s throat, stroking it against her face. She looked up at him, grateful for the breath as he pulled her to her feet.
The stranger looked her spit-soaked body over as she gasped for precious air. He tore open her blouse and pulled her breasts out of her bra. Kelly was trying too hard to catch her breath to even notice.
“Such a gorgeous virgin body,” the stranger mused as he palmed each one of her breasts. He teased her nipples and pinched them; Kelly was too flustered to do anything but moan.
It was Heather’s all-too-familiar voice that jarred her out of her stupor.
“Kelly, I would like to introduce you to my big brother,” Heather said smugly. Her camera was still on, capturing the dawning realization on Kelly’s face.
Kelly looked from Heather to her brother and back, taking note of their cameras for the first time. She then became aware of her exposed breasts, and the overall mess of herself. She started to cry, hopeless, shameful tears mixing with the spit on her face.
“There, there, Kelly,” Heather’s brother said, “you’re okay. You were such a good girl for me, and these videos are going to sell for a lot of money- just like your pee soaked panties,” he said. His voice was back to being gentle, which was confusing to Kelly.
“Yes, brother, these videos will do well,” Heather said coldly, “but the next ones will do even better. You see, Kelly, I have been quietly auctioning off your virginity for the past week, and wouldn’t you know it- my brother was the highest bidder,” she said smugly.
Kelly looked up at the formerly kind stranger, seeing nothing in his eyes but need. He continued to grope her as Heather filmed, now lifting her pee-soaked skirt to fondle her virgin pussy.
“You’ve had your way with her enough this week,” Heather’s brother said, “now it’s time for her to experience a man.”
He bent down on his knees, lifting Kelly’s skirt to get a full look at her pussy. He breathed in her scent, pee mixed with need. He parted her lips, licking her clit until she gasped. “Such a good girl- your virginity is going to be well worth the price I paid to my sister,” he promised.
Kelly thought about running, but knew she had no chance. She stood still while Heather’s brother fondled and commented about her body. Heather filmed every moment of her humiliation, no doubt to sell again to the highest bidder- just as she did her virginity.
When he was done licking her, he buckled her knees and brought her down to the bathroom floor. Heather got closer, angling her camera to her brother’s hard cock against Kelly’s virgin hole.
“Go slow, brother- I want to make sure I get every second of this,” she said hungrily.
Kelly spread her legs for her attackers, her obedience almost second nature. She felt his cock rub up and down her wet slit, and moaned in protest, and in desire.
Her moan turned into a scream as he pressed inside her.
Kelly felt like she was being torn apart. He pounded her with reckless abandon, encouraged by his rabid sister and her incessant camera. Kelly cried out as she took him, begging him to stop.
Her cries turned into whimpers as he continued, and eventually to moans. What first felt like fire started to feel like a passionate kiss; Kelly moved her hips to take more of him.
“That’s it, good girl- she likes it,” Heather said as she moved her camera closer to the action.
Heather’s brother grabbed Kelly’s exposed tits. “I’m going to fill you with cum now, Kelly. Your very first cream pie,” he said as he slammed into her.
“That’s right, fill that virgin hole,” Heather demanded.
Kelly moaned as she felt him explode into her, coating her in cum. Her body was limp as he pulled out; she could feel him leaking from her, and was vaguely aware of her nudity- but couldn’t bring herself to care.
He scooped her off the floor, bringing her to the sink. He gently wiped her face, cleaning her of spit and sweat. Kelly didn’t have any resistance left in her- she let him help her, doing her best to ignore Heather’s ever persistent presence.
The last thing that the camera captured before they left her in the washroom was a kiss; Heather’s brother stood Kelly in front of him and tilted her chin up. She could feel his cum leaking down her legs, just as her pee had earlier. She looked into his eyes, and for some reason felt grounded instead of scared. His kiss was tender, gentle, and warm.
“Until next time,” he said, leaving Kelly alone in her shame and humiliation, but for a whisper of butterflies as company.
Read more about Kelly and her bad luck here.
Down the Rabbit Hole 