Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.
This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town.
The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life.
Synopsis: Chrystal Heights Rails has ways of dealing with difficult customers.
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The party was still going strong. The semi-famous rock band The Spirals and their groupie entourage were engaged in various acts of debauchery, and the alcohol was flowing freely. Apparently the train stopping while they cleared an accident off the track in front of us hadn't registered yet; or, if it did, they showed no signs of caring.
I, on the other hand, was quite interested in the halted condition of the train. I could think clearly while the train was stopped, rather than acting on the aroused, bubble-headed processes that made me act like a bimbo groupie when the train was moving. And if I was going to get away from this party with what little remained of my dignity, now was the time to do it.
I needed to get dressed first, however. My new embarrassingly swelled F-sized boobs were still bare, and I needed to get them covered immediately. The only thing I was actually wearing at the moment was a red flippy mini-skirt and my pink bikini panties beneath. Otherwise, I was barefoot and topless. I was still holding the borrowed halter-top, however, so this seemed like an appropriate time to put it back to good use.
Gail, the customer service representative for Chrystal Rails, barely concealed a smirk as I fumbled with the top. She thought she was so clever, just because she had tricked me into sitting in her "special" V.I.P. chair. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
"Maybe you should leave your top off," said Gail. "Not many people have seen a pair that big on such a thin girl."
"Very funny. If you think for one minute that I'm going to- Hey! Give that back!" I shouted.
Two guys had been chasing each other, and one of them had snatched my top from my hands and was trying to snap it like a towel at the other guy. I scrambled after my top, conscious of the fact that I only had a few minutes before the train started moving again, and I had to be away from this party before then. Trying to grab my top back with one hand while my other arm covered my bare boobs was difficult, however, and I quickly ended up in the middle of the dancing throng that filled the floor.
I tried to follow my top but I was losing sight of it. I swore to myself. There weren't
that
many people dancing. Suddenly, I felt myself grabbed from behind and actually hoisted into the air. Within moments, I was being passed overhead on the hands of the dancing partygoers. I squealed in indignity as my still topless body traveled across the top of the dancing mass. This was too much. I was thinking clearly, and still I couldn't get free of this damn party!
Suddenly I found myself dumped unceremoniously in the back of the room. I was still trying to get my bearings when I felt my boobs cupped by uninvited hands. I gasped as a bristly face suddenly thrust itself between my breasts and wriggled. I squealed and thrust the man's face out of my cleavage. The guy looked at me through bleary bloodshot eyes, then hiccupped and turned back to the party.
Gail reappeared as I looked around desperately for a top, or my old clothes, or anything.
"Well," she said, "I have to check on the other passengers. Enjoy the rest of the trip."
"No!" I shouted. "You have to...oh!" I had just gasped because I felt a slight jolt from the floor which had practically vibrated through my pussy. "Don't you dare go without...oh!" Another one. What the hell? Another jolt occurred, and suddenly I knew what was happening.
The train was starting to move again.
"Oh!" I said. "Oh! It can't start yet! Gail, tell them to...you know...stop the train!"
Gail laughed. "I can't do that, Erin. Sorry."
I stamped my bare foot in frustration. "Darn it! You...you...you stupid-head!"
Gail laughed, then disappeared into the dancing throng.
I pressed my knees together. The train was picking up speed quickly, and I could feel every clackity-clack-clack vibrating through my already throbbing clit.
Gail's disappearance left me alone to fend off the partygoers. The train was picking up speed now, and I wriggled as my belly muscles began to twitch and jump despite the number of orgasms I had already had. My hardened nipples were on prominent display and my curved hips weren't lying to anybody. I really needed to get away from this party.
I turned to see if I could hide in a back room and I ran right into a familiar tattooed black-haired figure. Stork, lead singer for The Spirals, caught his beer in time and laughed.
"Like, hey babe, we meet again. I gotta hand it you. The blowjobs were a great idea, like, brilliant, but, there's still time left to get you pregnant, y'know? So, are you ready to, you know, get knocked up?" he said.
I gasped. Stork was right. The trip was barely half over. I was going to need a new plan if I was going to avoid having Stork get me pregnant. Getting knocked up by a band musician like some kind of bimbo groupie would be way too embarrassing! Good thing the train had stopped so I could think really clearly, because I was going to need all my wits to outsmart Stork. He was like an evil genius.
I was trying really hard to think of a clever plan, but it was hard, 'cuz my pussy was throbbing so much. The clackity-clack-clack of the train traveling over the rails seemed to thrum and vibrant around my clit, and it was really hard to concentrate. I could feel Stork leaning closer and closer, and I knew I had to come up with a plan fast. Then I had it.
"Oh!" I said. "I know! You can't get me pregnant if I'm busy having sex with a different member of the band instead of you!" Omigod, I was soooooo clever! Good thing I still totally had my brains.
I could tell Stork was really impressed with my cleverness by the way he tried to hide it behind his laugh. He was totally amazed at how I outsmarted him, no doubt.
"Wow," he said. "That's, like, an incredible idea. But you already gave blowjobs to two members of the band. Are you sure there's anybody left?"
"Omigod, yes," I said. "You have lots of band members left. I saw you guys a little while ago." I started counting them off on my fingers. "There's, um, you, and Nine, and Nine's cock should count, too, 'cuz it's kinda big...and, um, you, and, um, Omega, and Omega's hair should count too...and, um, the bald guy..."
"Kong. Our skins god, man."
"Yeah! Kong the skinny god. And you, and, um....that's like eleven guys in the band, right?" I said.
Stork chuckled. "Close, babe. We have five guys. We've never counted Nine's cock, man. That would be bragging, you know?"
I nodded wisely. "Totally true."
Then Stork waved. "Hey, here comes Kong. You wanna ask him if him boning you would keep you from getting pregnant from me?"
"Oh! Oh! Yes, call Pong over!" I said.
