Ellen's Journey Back Home: Day One
Ellen stumbled towards the train station, avoiding putting her shoes on. Her lack of clothes made her feel naked and vulnerable. Her injured feet reminded her of the future that awaited her.
She managed to board the train as the doors closed, sitting down with her shoes in her lap. As the train moved along the tracks, her leg brushed up against her crotch, causing her to instinctively bring it closer.
She noticed that the movement had pressured a shoe against her clitoris. "I'm such a whore," she thought, as she stood up and knelt on the floor, riding the rest of the journey on her knees. The pain in her knees soon reminded her of her punishment.
Several passengers on the train stared at her with confusion. Some even had to adjust their pants after seeing her erect nipples through the damp fabric of her shirt.
Once the train car was completely filled, a woman scoffed at her for kneeling. "What, are you some kind of fucking whore? Stand up!" she scorned, reading the "SLUT" written on Ellen's forehead.
Two men who had noticed her markings and her position found it amusing. One pulled out his penis and slapped her on the cheek with it. Ellen remained still, knowing this was part of her punishment.
Another man approached and started pushing his limp, smelly cock against her lips. His friend stood nearby, keeping watch. "Do you think she's a girl?" he asked.
Ellen's wet shirt allowed access to her nipples as the man pulled it away. "I don't know. You've seen her clothes."
The man bent closer, pulling up Ellen's skirt to reveal her thick bush. "Wow. Perfectly groomed. Just like in the old '70s." His friend joined him, unzipping his pants to reach in and feel her crotch.
Ellen's pussy started to throb, begging to be touched and fondled. The first man got aroused and began rubbing his penis over Ellen's face, into her hair, even pushing it between her nipples. He then started pinching her nipples.
The second man looked around, satisfied they were unnoticed, and pulled out his penis. The two men began fondling her body at the same time. Ellen had no chance to avoid their hands,Except for her breasts and ass. They both had their cocks out now, still unnoticed by the other passengers.
Ellen felt terrified for the first time that night. She was afraid for her safety but more so for her soul. She prayed for some kind of miracle that would save her. Instead, two old, greasy men approached and released all over her face, hair, and shirt. One load hit her cheekbone, another hers nose. The third shot up from her chin, over her lips, and into her nose. cussen/replace!
The train stopped, indicating its destination. She rose, the two men still following her.
"Get on your knees, whore."
Ellen was unsure what to do, but kneeling and not resisting seemed to be her best option in this situation.
Ellen obeyed, kneeling in the gravel. The sharp stones felt like knives slicing through her skin. She tried to block out the harsh words, but they were true--she was indeed a whore and slut. She gave in and submitted, allowing the men to use her as an object.
"Open up, you fucking cunt."
One of the drunks partially hard cock poked at Ellen's lips. The other pushed her shoulders down, necessitating her mouth to open. Sadly, this allowed his cock to penetrate her mouth. Ellen didn't know what to do--she was in pain and now had a large penis between her teeth. She was a true whore. She wondered how she let it get this far.
The men took her balls deep into her throat.
"Fucking hell," one of them groaned, surprised.
Ellen was in too much pain to do anything but allow them to continue using her. She was a whore, a slut, a plaything for these men.
"Spread your legs."
She opened her legs and heard a wet sound.
The two men took turns using Ellen's mouth and pussy, spitting and cumming over her body. When they finished, they left her on her knees in the gravel.
With her punishers gone, Ellen was left kneeling alone.
"Stay on your knees, whore."
Ellen wasn't sure what to do, but it seemed best to continue kneeling and not resist their demands.
Ellen continued kneeling in the gravel. The pain in her knees disappeared, but the words from earlier still stung. In that moment, she believed she was a whore, a slut. She let these men use her as an object.
"Open your mouth, whore."
Both men united in their demands. Ellen took a deep breath and opened her mouth, silently accepting her role as their plaything.
The first man positioned his partially hard cock against her lips. His friend pulled her shoulders down.
Ellen gasped as she felt her lips being forced open, the man's cock deep within her throat. As her chest heaved, both men erupted, cumming so much that she could smell it on her breath.
Ellen's train stopped, indicating its destination. She stood, with both men still following her.
"Get back on your knees."
Ellen wasn't sure how to respond. But "yes, master," slipped out before she could think.
Still kneeling in the gravel, the men reached out, grabbing her shoulders and throwing her down with enough force that her hands hit the ground first.
"Open your legs, whore."
She did as commanded, her legs sprawling wide. The pain in her knees disappeared; she couldn't even feel them. The men inched closer.
"Spread your lips wider. "
Ellen forced her cheeks wider, allowing one to push a cock between them. The second man thrust his penis against her anus. It felt huge.
The men began thrusting, their penises and Ellen's mouth moving almost in unison. Ellen had no choice but to accept their appearance. She was a true whore--a plaything for these men.
In a matter of minutes, both loaded their cum in her mouth.
The men pulled themselves away, leaving her kneeling in the gravel, face smeared with cum.
For the second time that night, buttons on Ellen's shirt started unfastening, followed by pressure on her nipples, which caused a mixture of pain in her back and the base of her head, paired with pleasure at her clit. It was as if the two were wired to the same nerve.
As the man's hands roamed her body, Ellen's pussy started to heat up. Experiences she'd never felt before were sweeping through her. She still had a penis in her mouth and it was expanding. She could feel the urge to swallow, and when she closed her throat, the guy inside of her let out a loud moan.
"This whore's sucking my dick, man! She's good at it."
Ellen felt a small wave of pride. She'd never had high self-esteem, and in the line of work she did, there was no openly praised or verbally commended. Her mind drifted back to a time when she received praise for small tasks, and the feeling of pride that came with it.
She forgot about the pain from the cuts on her knees, the rocks digging into her kneecaps, all of it, as well as the smell of the man's now massive cock, the sour taste of sweat and a hint of something metallic.
"I'm about to cum!" the man shouted as he pulled his dick out of her mouth and started jerking off in front of her.
Ellen was offended. Why would he masturbate in her face? His dick, now covered in her spit, twitching in his hand.
The man came, covering her face with spunk. Ellen couldn't take her eyes off of the cock, jerking in his hand. The spray of cum was gorgeous, the light bouncing off of it, displaying an array of amber and red tones. For just a second, Ellen caught the beauty of it all.
The warmth of the jizz on her cheeks felt nice, contrasting with the chilly night air. She was, however, a bit surprised, causing another involuntary gasp from Ellen. The timing couldn't be better, as the next spurt of cum landed on her tongue, her upper teeth, and her upper lip.
Ellen instinctively shut her lips and, feeling the liquid in her mouth, followed her body's natural urges and swallowed it. The taste lingered, a blend of unknown flavors attacking her tastebuds.
The next two ropes of cum landed in her hair, mingling with the previous spill. Her mane had never looked fuller.
The guy's friend was feeling left out, lust filling him as he watched his friend spray cum all over Ellen.
He shoved the man aside and took a position in front of her.
"Suck on it, you slut."
Ellen froze. As the cum began to cool, her cheeks felt tingly and hot. She managed to catch a few stray drops in her mouth with her tongue and swallowed it.
This was enough to turn him on. The stranger roughly stroked his rigid penis in the direction of Ellen's anxious lips. He encountered resistance, pressing his hips close to her face.
Ellen held her hands in her lap, feeling the tension in her body. Her nails dug into her, an effort to regain some control.
A sudden rush of air filled her lungs. Her mouth opened wide before she could control it, allowing the whole length of the cock into her throat. Ellen gasped loudly, her breathing unsteady, followed by stifling noises as she attempted to keep his penis deep down her gullet. She could feel something against her face and, upon a glance, saw his pubic hair, now covered in the other man's cum, protruding from her erstwhile cocoon.
Ellen's hands remained in her lap, nails digging deeper into her flesh, desperately trying to cope with the situation.
Suddenly, the air was gone, replaced by the veiny and lengthy cock.
One of the men commented, "This whore can suck a dick, huh?"
Ellen was suddenly aware of her clitoris. The first man fingered it, carelessly tweaking it back and forth like trying to douse a smoldering ember.
Both orgasms and unknown men collided in Ellen: her body convulsed. She fought with all her might to keep them in check. It was like Jack's words, scrawled on her body, trying to get her aroused, but the effort felt futile as her body continued to lose control.
Ellen's mind and body we're in a turmoil as she tried to maintain her dignity while kneeling there, trembling from the vibrant sensations surging through her. The words 'whore' and 'slut' came to mind, reflecting exactly how she felt right then. She tried to suppress her thigh tremors and desisted totally from controlling the man's thumb making pleasant rounds of her tiny hooded button.
Breathing heavily, she couldn't help but moan softly with each breath. Ellen's intimate activities were muted by the most beautiful monster she had ever witnessed. In reality, it was her second and last intimate encounter.
As the man reached the zenith, she attempted to swallow, but her muscles screamed in agony. She didn't have the power to move as his meat stick lay snugly in her throat, with a volley of magic semen streaming straight into her belly.
His deep grin was evidence of immense satisfaction. He gladly removed and tucked his guzzler back into its sheath, giving her one last fond stare.
"Bye whore." The first man caressed her forehead gently and sauntered away.
"Cya slut." The girthy man patted her butt as he strutted away.
They vanished within moments. Ellen was left alone, cum all over her, soiled by strangers. She tried to smile to herself; the ecstasy she just experienced was quite overwhelming.
Her first orgasm swirled through her as though slow-motion electricity, and her trembling caused her muscles to seize up.
Ellen's shirt was undone, ultimately unattainable to button up. Her shorts were unsettled around her waist; she was completely exposed to the universe.
A battle surged in her mental domain: pleasure and guilt systematically. She was on the verge of climaxing with Jack, the man she adored, but he tactfully declined her, describing her desperate state. Her emotions had rushed into her mind, an exotic dance indicative of her humanity.
Slowly, Ellen rose and hiked her way to her place. She left her garments near Jack, an act of practicality rewarding her in spades. Her shoes remanied on the train, but her pockets held one treasure: her domicile key.
She showered when she got home and preserved a clean slate. She brushed her teeth for over 45 minutes, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
The soul-stirring sound of her alarm jerked her awake, focusing her thoughts on a singular desire. Just five days remained.
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