Chapter 3

FETISH WARNINGS
-Gross and creepy sniffing / tasting (armpits, sweat, everything)
-Intense rape / sadism / violence towards woman
-Armpit fetish
-Biting / bit of blood

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.