DISCLAIMERS
Please read!
Sorry if this story breaks any rules. Just remove it if it does. My stuff is crazy gross
These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn't sound like your kind of thing!
The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!
This one will be 6 parts total once I get them all uploaded. Just be warned, each one gets more intense!
This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+.
FETISH WARNINGS
-Gross and creepy sniffing / tasting (armpits, sweat, everything)
-Intense rape / sadism / violence towards woman
-Armpit fetish
-Biting / bit of blood
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CHAPTER 3
In the silence of frozen time, it’s impossible to know how long I’ve been laying here resting. I stare up at the ceiling of the train, my back comfortably laid on the Bitch’s blankets sprawled all over the floor. I turn and admire the mess next to me.
The rich college girl is on her back, shoulder to shoulder with me. Her ruffled dark hair covering half her pretty face. Her gray ‘jogger’ sweatpants ripped wide open at the crotch. Green panties torn open too, only hanging on by the waistband. A bit of my cum drips out of her cunt onto the blankets underneath us. A faint sheen of sweat covers her exposed thighs. She's clearly a bit sweaty underneath her expensive white sweater.
"How did I not get you out of that yet?" I guess I was too hasty, rushing straight into things and forgetting to really explore her entire body.
She doesn’t respond. Completely frozen, unaware of all the things I’ve been doing to her. We’ve had quite a night already. I’ve already gone way too far. Violated her beyond reason. But every time I look at her, I’m reminded of how awful she is. Looking down on everyone, complaining and bitching out the staff, breaking every rule. Clearly sick and blatantly spreading her germs to all the people sharing this cramped train with her. It spurs me on, makes me want to keep punishing her.
But at the same time, damn she really is hot. I cuddle up next to her, resting my head in the crook of her shoulder, her armpit. Her arm outstretched underneath me like a pillow. I feel her up, over her sweater, then reach my hand under the bottom of it, finding a simple light gray shirt. My hand feels under that to gently caress her warm smooth stomach underneath. She's thin, in good shape, but doesn't seem to work out much, not really firm or toned. Just naturally like this. Given beauty, given everything in her life.
I slide my hand under her sweater and shirt, feeling more skin underneath, sticky with sweat, warmth enveloping my forearm. I reach bra, or maybe a sports bra? No wires, soft, squishy. Seems more for comfort than anything. Holding her tits in place lightly. And there's not a whole lot to hold, she's fairly small-chested. "Finally something about you that isn't so great". But she seems to have enough for a small handful. I feel around, squishing, the size not mattering much, she feels so sexy.
My head still resting on her outstretched arm, I turn my head and face her armpit, everything still modestly covered by her thin sweater. Still groping her tits under her clothing, I stick my nose in her armpit and inhale deeply. Her same delicious vanilla scent she wears, mixed with a hint of sour sweat. Just enough of a bad smell to break her perfection, to make her natural and womanly, to make it feel wrong. I nuzzle my face here for a while, feeling up her tits and sweaty belly and chest, one of my legs over her thigh, my dick starting to harden and poke her in the side of the leg.
I push the bottom of her fancy white sweater up, revealing a simple tight, light gray tank top. Lifting that too, I touch more and more of her bare belly, then her bra. It's some sort of designer sports bra, or a ‘bralette’ I think they're called. Just loosely holding everything in place, comfy and light. No cups or wires or snaps, an elastic band running around the bottom of it.
Somehow it's sexier than a fancy bra, a girl wearing such simple comfort, ‘roughing it’ on the train. But if this is how good she looks when she doesn’t care that much, I can hardly imagine how sexy she is when she actually tries. A girl like this would never go for me. Yet here I am, I have her all to myself.
I sit up and kneel straddling her stomach. My cock is getting really hard, resting on her belly. I continue pulling her white sweater up, lifting her arms aggressively through it. I leave it inside out pulled up on her head, white fabric covering her entire head from the chin up. I let go and she flops back down, arms outstretched up over her head.
The light gray tank top is tight and thin. I feel up her curves and the shape of her tits, then grab the neckline of the shirt with both hands and start savagely tearing it right down the center. It's a thin, delicate undershirt, so satisfying to ruin. Her body shakes around as I rip and rip at it, leaving it in shreds hanging loosely on her torso. Revealing more bare skin and the black bra beneath.
Her bra is so cute and simple, small mounds beneath it. Her collarbone, chest, and stomach somewhat damp and glistening with sweat. Her armpits wide open. They have the faintest amount of dark stubble, almost nonexistent, just not quite perfectly smooth. They glisten with a bit of dampness. Her skin somewhat fair all over, but her armpits just slightly paler than the rest.
I suddenly decide to start cumming as many times as I can tonight. Why savor this bitch every time? She needs to be fucked and basted with my cum over and over. My dick twitches, fully ready to go again, ready to start ravaging her.
Still sitting straddling over her belly and pubic mound, I pause to scoot her legs tightly together. I take my raging cock and forcefully shove it between the thick thighs. I begin thrusting hastily in and out, the top of my dick brushing against her trimmed pubes and slick wet pussy folds, the rest of my dick surrounded by the gap between her thighs. The pressure is perfect, a squishy soft pillow to thrust into. A mix of textures on all sides, slightly scratchy pubes, wet lips, smooth thighs. I hump and return my focus to above.
I plant my face straight down into her armpit, rubbing my nose, mouth, entire face around this embarrassing spot. I feel the dampness of her sweat. A roughness of slight stubble, but otherwise tender and smooth, softer than most of the rest of her body. I inhale deeply. The smell much more pungent now that her skin is fully exposed. Sour and sharp, only a hint of her deodorant left to mask it after hours on this train. I lick from bottom to top, starting from her smooth, squishy sideboob peeking out next to her black bra. Up into the salty, sweaty divot of her armpit. Onto rough stubble, then up again onto the smooth salty skin of her arm.
I can't get enough, I do this again and again. Licking, rubbing my face around, inhaling her stench. I bite lightly into her armpit, sucking, breathing in again. I move to that bit of fleshy sideboob, just slightly peeking out from under her bra. I nibble and kiss at the tender spot.
I move to bra-covered nipple, biting into it hard, the fabric so soft. A little nub of nipple easily felt underneath the thin cloth. I bite it and tug on it, just shy of doing any lasting harm. I put my face in between her small breasts, only a small amount of cleavage, yet still so satisfying. I rub back and forth, breathing in the fabric. I push her little mounds together, my face in the middle, squishing them against my cheeks.
I move higher up, reaching her chest above her bra. I lick up some little beads of sweat, then across her collarbone, up her neck. Salty and disgusting. So fucking wrong.
I hump my cock in and out between her thighs, but every once in a while I bump all the down through and hit my tip on the blanket covered floor below. It’s uncomfortable, so I kneel upright more, pulling out a bit. I aim upward slightly, and slide slowly back down, entering her pussy, with her thighs squeezed tightly together and me straddling on top. Such a great feeling. Awkward but amazing. I grind my hips front to back, my balls rubbing on her thighs, my cock sliding tightly into strained pussy below. The angle is weird, but it's so fun.
From my straddled, upright kneeling position, I have full view of her upper body. Her dumb head still completely covered by her nice white sweater pulled up. Some shredded strips of light gray fabric from her shirt barely clinging onto her midsection. I play with her tits and armpits, while slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.
I grab the fabric of her black bra, right in the center between her breasts. And pull apart sharply with all my strength. The thin cloth rips easily down the center, flying open left and right, exposing bare tits beneath, which jiggle slightly for a split second afterward from the intense movement. The skin is pale white, slightly whiter than the rest of her. Tiny little nipples, poking up, hard and cute. The areolas around them are small, light brown. Her bra is mostly ripped wide open in the front, but the elastic band around the bottom, and the cloth shoulder straps, sides, and back all stay in place and nicely cup her breasts, holding them up and together a bit, keeping them perky.
The ripped open, ravaged effect makes my cock throb so hard that it lifts and pops straight out from her pussy, unable to flex down into the awkward thigh-together position I was in. I barely notice, already busy diving face first into her sensual bare tits.
The smell and taste of her breasts is just as incredible as the rest of her sweaty, salty skin, but the softness blows me away. I engulf half a tit in my mouth. So small and delicate. My tongue swirls around a tiny nipple. It's so hard but it barely even sticks up. I suck and lick and flick my tongue. Delicious.
I notice a few tiny blue veins, only visible when this close, lightly webbing across her pale tits. I move over to her other breast, biting and attacking it lightly. Then I slap one of her tits from the side, hard, watching it flap and shake violently. Then the other, even harder. Then I grab her entire areolas and nipples between my fingers, and I squeeze and twist. Then back into my mouth, groaning in pleasure. I lift the elastic bottom of the bra up a bit and dive my tongue in to lick at the underside of her tits. The sweatiest, warmest spot. Minutes go by as I feast and squeeze and slap all over.
But I need to plant myself in her again. I need a better position. I need to cum.
Standing up, I grab one of the blankets from under her and pull, roughly rolling her off. I take the blanket over to her train seat and lay it down to cover the seat. I notice the people in their seats, all frozen in time still. Oblivious to my raging boner swinging around as I work, to all the savage sex that's been taking place on the floor near them. The poor older woman that had the bad luck of sitting next to the Bitch still sits bundled tightly against the window trying to avoid all the coughing, trying to sleep and not get sick. "Do you mind if I sit here and fuck this girl?" No reply.
I return to the Bitch and pick her up, the deadweight a struggle. I carry her to the seat, and I sit down with her on top of me in a limp cowgirl position. I lean the seat as far back as it goes and then enjoy the sweet cuddle I find myself in. Her head rests on my shoulder, hoodie still pulled up inside out, completely covering her head from chin up. I leave it there, avoiding the nasty mess I've made of her face and throat. I can make out the exact shape of her facial features pressed up against the fabric. I love the thought that the girl that was once too good looking for everyone around now has to cover her face, too disgusting to even show herself.
Her tits hang exposed, pressed against me, black bra fabric ripped and splayed all around them. Light gray strips of fabric around her belly are all that remain of her tank top undershirt. Her dark gray sweatpants in a similar condition, ripped wide open, revealing her entire crotch, ass, and most of her legs at this point. Her panties barely recognizable anymore, just a waistband with strips of light green fabric falling down around it. Her naked thighs, damp with sweat and other juices, sitting comfortably and heavy straddling my lap.
My solid cock presses firmly up against her asscrack. My face buried in her warm neck, breathing her in. I reach under her, lifting her ass up high with one hand, aiming my cock against her slick folds with the other. Then without spreading her pussy, I let gravity abruptly take her, her ass plopping down onto me. I go an inch into her pussy and then her sticky lips fold in on her awkwardly, stopping me from going further. Propping her up, impaled on me. I grunt in slight pain, a pain the girl would be feeling much more than me if she was conscious. Kissing her soft neck, still holding the base of my cock steady under her with one hand, I slap hard on her ass cheek with the other. She's forced another inch down my cock, the pressure intense as her inner lips are folded completely inside her. My cock pulses harder, stretching her. I let go of my dick, inside her enough to hold her up on its own. Then with both hands free, I lift and SLAP down as hard as I can with both hands onto both asscheeks.
I plunge deep inside her, instantly bottoming out, feeling her intense warmth engulf me, our pubes meeting, her asscheeks loudly thudding down into my lap. I exhale and groan, the feeling so incredible. Slight discomfort suddenly replaced with wetness and heat on all sides, my tip bumping straight up against her cervix. I hold here for a minute, my hands still on her sweet cheeks, squeezing, kneading. I grip harder and harder into her thick ass, fingers digging mercilessly. Then I begin lifting, using the flesh as handles. Her pussy slides up my cock. Then I let go, gravity again, her warmth thudding back down, my tip bumping against her womb again.
I slap her ass, lift by her asscheeks, drop back down. Again. Pause to slap a few more times, lift, drop. Over and over, just messing around, using her flesh. When I want to go faster, I hold her hips down tight to me and thrust up into her, rapidly changing pace. Flapflapflapflapflapflap, skin slapping skin. “Fucking amazing,” I mutter, breathing heavily.
I scoot down in the seat more, lifting her and keeping her propped a bit higher with her face pressed hard into the back of the seat, above me. Tits hang down in my face, her arms on either side of my head. Most of the world is blocked out, my own little shelter draping down over me. It's so warm, all the smells of her are strong all around me. That delicious feminine vanilla smell, mixed with sour sweat. The smell of pussy and sex wafting from below. I continue thrusting up with my hips slowly again and again, the sticky sound of entering her muffled, only faintly heard from inside my little cave.
I squeeze and jiggle her soft asscheeks with my hands again. Then begin licking and kissing at her tits hanging loosely above me. That salty skin, already defiled and wet with my spit from before. I play around more, enjoying being weird with no one around to notice, putting my nose up to a nipple and trying to snort it. Then rubbing my face around in her sweaty cleavage.
As I thrust my throbbing cock up into her faster and faster, the intensifying motion is sliding her around slowly. She shifts sideways a bit, tits no longer directly above me, replaced now with arm on one side of my face, sideboob on the other, and armpit right in the center above me. I shove my face in, moving back and forth, enjoying all the flesh on all sides. Inhaling her scent. Sharp and sour, her deodorant doing little at this point, only faintly adding a pleasant freshness to the otherwise nasty musk.
My pace increases, up and down into her sloppy pussy. I let go of her ass, wrapping one arm in a tight hug around her lower back to hold her down on top of me while I thrust my hips up. My other hand reaches up to her back and shoulder, sensually rubbing and feeling, and pulling her down to smother me more. Her tits pressed down onto my chest. Her armpit directly over my face. All light is blocked out as I suck and lick and breathe one of her most embarrassing, dirty places.
My head is getting fuzzy, barely able to breathe as I thrust as hard and as fast into her as I can. Smashing against her cervix, her vagina too shallow for this kind of beating. A sloppy wet mess splatting up and down rapidly onto my rock solid cock. I breathe in her musk. I bite into stubbly sticky armpit as my climax builds in my balls. I don't release her, biting down through my climax, feeling the skin break in the salty meat. The taste of blood as I start to spurt into her. I stop my thrusting and shoot stream after stream of warm cum into her pussy. My tip jabbed tight against her cervix as I feel myself unload, jizz pooling around my cock inside her.
I relax, still pulsing a few more streams into her, letting all my muscles go limp. I free my face from under her to finally feel the cool fresh air, catching my breath and letting my heart rate slow. This wet mess of a girl limp on top of me. The older woman sitting by the window has no idea what happened right next to her. God, this is the best. So comfortable, after a while I drift into sleep again...
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