The following story is purely a fictional story of my fictional time on a fictional Reality TV show. I am not a real person and the make believe show in my story is not a real show. Any similarity to any real persons or real show is purely coincidental, so sit back, relax, and hopefully enjoy this work of pure and utter fiction and fantasy ...
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This is the story of my adventure as a contestant on the popular, award winning reality television show, A Race Around The World. I can't believe that it's already been quite a few season's past, the memory of which I had basically suppressed. These memories have recently been brought back to the fore of my thoughts, though, with the recent reports of sexual abuse on public transport in India.
In this race around the world we raced in teams of two and my teammate and I had finished middle of the ever shrinking pack on the last, grueling leg of the race. Despite finishing in the middle of the pack, though, the last leg was very close and we were fortunate enough to be amongst the four top teams, all of whom finished the last leg within minutes of each other.
The last leg had brought us here and I have to admit I was not thrilled to be in India, as it had struck me as an overcrowded, less than appealing place based on what I had seen of it a season prior to my plutonic male friend and I having been selected to participate in the race.
I was not happy about being in India and I was not about to let their third world culture deter me from continuing with my winning strategy. That strategy being to flaunt my looks and sexiness whenever it seemed like doing so might help us to gain valuable minutes to keep us ahead of most other teams. Already in the race, my sexy card had brought us favor in several situations where willing help from bystanders made a world of difference in how quickly we could complete a task or gain valuable information and insight in the race ahead.
Prior to leaving to start our next leg of the race, the network crew had specifically come up to me to warn me that I may want to tone down the "sexiness" just a tad in this country. I took what they said under advisement, but my favored attire for in warm climates had been my mid thigh, loose, charcoal colored flirty skirt with my black punker girl ankle high boots and whatever particular tank top seemed to catch my fancy on each particular day.
India was dreadfully hot and I was not about to put on a pair of hot, constricting pants or an overly heavy top. My black spaghetti strapped tank top seemed to suit me fine, as it matched my hair and boots perfectly, but this time I made sure to wear a bra for this leg of the race, in an attempt to curry the favor of the network crew.
Three teams had departed just minutes before us and it was now our turn to race one. The first clue had us making our way through the busy streets by rickshaw to the train station. As we raced to find a rickshaw pedalled by as strong looking of a young man as possible, we found our "cab" in short order. All the while, I felt the eyes of the throngs of mostly men that had gathered to watch us race glued onto me. There was no doubt that so much attention being fixated upon me was due to my athletically lithe body, white skin, catlike green eyes, and dark brunette hair. I was very conscious of the fact that this white American girl stood out in a sea of brown, horny men.
We made it to the train station just in time to learn that there was a train leaving in a matter of minutes on what was to be a 4 hour train ride to our next destination town. The next train after was an hour later, so it was imperative that we scramble to make it onboard with the three teams ahead of us, lest we be relegated to the back of the pack with the three teams still behind us.
It was a mad scramble to make our way through the excessively over crowded train platform. As we tried squeezing our way through, I seemed to be attracting too much attention by what seemed to be a 98% predominately male crowd. My partner seemed to not have a problem fighting through the crowd, but all these men seemed to not want to easily let me by, instead preferring me to have to literally squeeze past them, with my body scraping against their own. In so doing, a lot, and I do mean a LOT of stray hands seized the opportunity to grope and grab at my boobs and ass as I squeezed by them.
As we approached the open train doors with crowds of people spilling inside, I handed my heavy back pack to my partner, yelling at him that it was too hard for me to carry the pack and make my way to keep up. With aggravation, the sweet dear that he was took my backpack and with the camera man assigned to us, was making his way to the rear door of the train car we were in front of.
As I tried to follow, though, the crowd of guys seemed to will the sea of people around me to direct me to the next car to the right, preventing me from following into the same car as my partner. I recalled the camera guy filming me as my partner yelled at me to just get on the train then make my way through the pass-through to their car once I was on board.
The train bell began to ring and the train started to slowly move for departure. As I was scrambling to try to get back to the car that my partner and camera man had loaded onto, the guys hanging from the door in front of me grabbed my hands and helped pull me onboard. Thankfully I did not miss the train, but my gosh, I was seemingly a lone girl in the very over crowded train car behind.
As the train accelerated at an ever increasing rate, nobody else could now get onboard. I am not really sure if I was voluntarily making my way to the middle of the inside or if I was being unwillingly caught in a current of bodies ushering me further into the car, but regardless, I could see the pass-through between the car I had been pulled into and the car my partner and our camera man had gotten into and I was trying to move toward it.
Growing up as a teenager and also as a young adult, I have been on some very crowded buses and subway trains in my time, and I was no stranger to being occasionally groped in such a situations, but never in my life had I been in such an utterly overcrowded mode of public transport before with so many straying hands. As I continued to press through the crowd to the pass-through, hands kept groping at my boobs, with some hands being so bold as to try and grab at my bottom underneath of my loose, flowing skirt. I glanced down at my top and I could see that my nipples, despite having a bra on, were protruding through my tank top and strangely, for as appalling as the situation was, I also found it to be weirdly exhilarating.
As I neared the pass-through I could see the camera man standing on the other side of it filming toward me. Suddenly, though, my progress was blocked by first one and then two other rough looking guys that were leering at me in a disturbingly uncomfortable manner. Looking past these three guys, as some other guy behind me was groping at my ass, I yelled toward the cameraman, "This is a fucking grope fest!" I could see both my partner and the cameraman, who was still filming with his camera pointed toward me to capture my difficulties. Their effort to come to my aid was stopped in their tracks however, as another few guys simply got in front of them to stop their progress toward me. At that same moment, all of a sudden I felt a rough hand from behind me pretty much slap right down upon my left shoulder. The hand then closed, with fingers hooking under both the straps of my tank top and of my bra. With the straps of my garments in hand, the hand then dragged the straps off of my left shoulder and down my arm. A couple of more guys pressed their way in front of me, blocking my view of my partner and the camera man, and surely blocking their view of me.
Trying to ignore the hand trying to pull my top down, I tried to press forward toward the pass though, but I suddenly found myself being pushed and pulled backward deeper into the car behind me. At the same time, whomever had his hand hooked onto my shoulder straps was manoeuvring the straps below my elbow, which caused my left boob to fall out of my shirt, fully exposing it. The guy behind me pulled my left arm back out from under shoulder straps of my top and bra and then allowed his hand rise up and clamp securely onto my left boob, the rough flesh of his palm on the soft flesh of my boob.
I let out a gasp and then a scream, which was quickly muffled, as a hand wrapped across my mouth to prevent me from screaming out any further. While still being pulled backward, one of the guys that was in front of me reached out and grabbed the shoulder straps on my right shoulder and then similarly began to pull them down my arm. Some other guy grabbed onto my right arm to pull it up through the straps and then voila, my shirt and bra were both hanging down around my waist and both of my boobs were now fully exposed, if not for being partially covered up by squeezing hands grabbing and pulling at them.
I guess my body language indicated that I had stopped struggling too fervently, as the hand covering my mouth released. I did not scream further, though, as it was becoming clear to me that to do so at this point would be a mistake. When I suddenly felt my skirt being pulled up from behind me, with a set of fingers hooking onto my panties and pulling them aside from my snatch, pushing at my slit, I knew I was in deep trouble and there was nothing I could do about it.
As my boobs continued to be grabbed at, one of the guys in front of me knelt partially down to take my left boob and nipple into his mouth. He began to suck very aggressively on my left nipple and then he bit down hard onto it causing me to yelp. From behind me I felt my skirt being pulled up and then I felt first one and then a second finger push past my pussy lips up inside of me. I let out a pained gasp, but tried my best not to let out a scream.
As his fingers worked in and out of me between my legs while at the same time my boobs continued to be groped and sucked on, I felt arousal building inside of me. Suddenly chills shot down my neck as one of the guys behind me began to suck on and lick the side of my neck. Despite the mental horror of what was happening to me, my body was overriding my brain with my arousal building and building.
Suddenly, I felt hands grab me by the back of my thighs and my bottom being pulled up off the ground with my upper body being pushed forward. It took only a brief moment to compute what was now happening, when any further thought of confusion faded from my mind as I felt a man's hard-on push between my legs from behind. His penis easily make entry inside of increasingly wet pussy lips.
