Can They Get Away With That Twice

Can they really get away with that, twice...

"Wait, you guys watched all that on the train last week, they cut her clothes off and stripped her while her husband had too watch. Then they put her out on the platform naked?" Rachel questioned the guys.

"Yep, and she was gorgeous, I kinda felt sorry for her, but I also enjoyed watching what they did to her!"

"And her big firm tits too, they were like up there on her chest!" Roger added.

Rachel was deep in thought processing the story her guy friends were telling her. As the three of them sat on the rocky out crop staring out into the Pacific Ocean watching the boats and ferry's.

"So really they pushed her off the train naked and nothing to put on?" She asked wanting more details.

"Well they tossed what was left of her skirt and sweater, but they had been cut so short there was no way with could hide anything!"

Roger again adding, "especially her big tits, they were so round and her dark nipples just poking out!"

"That sounds so humiliating and embarrassing, but in a strange way it would make me excited!"

Both the guys stopped talking and just looked at their petite shy red headed friend.

"Make you excited, seriously? Your clothes cut off, felt up, then left in public naked?" Craig asked her, quite shocked by her comment, she is revealing dark secrets she had never shared before.

Rachel giggled at them staring at her, "well maybe if I had bigger tits like the lady. But still, if would be like band camp when we toss each other out the shower buildings."

Roger looked at her, "wait, you have never told us about that! You got tossed out the shower building naked?"

Her face turning bright red, both hands covering her face as she laughed at their interest, shaking her head yes.

"Well when you are one of the smallest girls at camp you are an easy target. I kinda got used to it and would sometimes have to run back to the cabin naked if they locked me out. Then there were the nights I would get stripped and felt up by the other girls. There were three of us and we often found ourselves naked and being pleasured to the older girls."

"I would love to see that shit!" Craig looked over at her.

She for some reason was a bit shocked at his comment, neither of the guys had ever made any hints of being interested in her, she was more like one of the guys, a Tom boys as it were. Her short red kinda scruffy hair, small breasts, but with a typical round bubbly ginger ass, she always dressed like a boy and never wore make up.

Craig smiled at her, "so if they were in a mood to strip you, it was just game on? Like it didn't matter where or when, no one said anything to them?"

"And they felt you and the other girls up, like teasing you boobs or what?" Roger asked wanting to hear more.

Rachel looked away, "this is kinda embarrassing but, once they learned how easy it was to make me orgasm and squirt, it became a game to them. A lot of times afterwards I would find my clothes left on my bed when I got back to our cabin, they would just leave me naked and run away. I'd have to sneak through camp back to the cabin, it because an exciting game running around camp naked trying to hide from other people."

Craig then asked, "why haven't you told us about this side of you before?"

"Because then you would want to do that to me too, it happened a few times back when I was still in high school and in the woods where we used to hang out, that was after band camp was over. I got to where it was fun when the girls stripped me. I would pretend to fight them, but I actually liked being left naked outside. But then when guys were watching it was even more exciting knowing they liked to see me naked even with my tiny tits."

"We would like seeing you naked too!" Roger told her.

"Stop, you guys are my best friend's it would be weird!" She made an excuse to change the subject.

"So on a train like the lady surrounded by strangers wouldn't be weird?" Craig asked her.

She giggled, "no, it would just be like exciting in a different weird way."

Roger asked her with a big grin on his face, "so you would like it if say someone ripped your gym shorts and tank top off and made you walk back down the hill or maybe ride the train back home in just your underwear or less?"

She cut her eyes at him smiling, "you are assuming I wear under ware!"

Again they looked at her, this was a continuation of a conversation they had never had before that went in such an erotic direction.

"You don't wear underwear?" Roger asked a bit intrigued by the thought.

"Well I wear bras, but I hate panties, they always bunch up in my butt and it is quite annoying. So I just stopped wearing them."

"So why do you wear bras then, do you really need them, I mean I have seen you in bath suits, not a lot up there Rachel." Roger laughed at her.

Her face turned red again, "I have too, or I'd be poking out all the time!"

"Poking out?" Craig asked.

"My nipples silly, they are always hard, that's why I wear these stupid padded bras."

The guys again looked at each other, snickering.

"Show us!" Roger took a shot to see what she would do.

"What? You want me to just take my top off and show you?"

"Yes, I mean no, no not that, just your bra, unless you want too, we want to see if they poke out all the time like you said." Roger tells her.

She laughed at them, "you guys are crazy! You can't be serious, you want me to slip my bra off for you to see if my nipples poke out in my top?"

"We can help you if you want!" Roger volunteered.

"Or we could cut it off like the lady on the train!" Craig grinned.

She was looking around giggling at their offer, it had been many years since her days at band camp or in the woods with friends. She remembered how exciting her humiliation was in front of all the other girls and in the woods back in the states after band camp.

This was totally different situation now, she was a few years older and had developed a bit more, slightly bigger boobs and a rounder more shapely ass. Rachel actually had something for her padded bras to support other than just hiding her constantly pokey nipples.

There were a lot of strangers about the gardens, snapping pictures of the landscape, smelling the numerous flowers and staring out into the ocean, but she was actually imagining herself stripping off, or even letting them strip her of her top so she could tease her guy friends.

"How would you cut it off me?" She giggled again looking back and forth at them on each side of her, surprised herself that she had the nerve to even ask such a question.

Craig without questioning her reached into his pocket, pulling out a little knife he always carried. It was given to him years ago by his dad for Scouts.

She started laughing not sure what to say, not thinking either of them would actually have something.

"Shit, ok let's walk over there if you guys are really serious about doing this." Pointing down one of the hidden trails in the manicured rose garden.

Roger reached up under the shoulder strap of her tank top, pulling the bra strap down her off her shoulder. "I am thinking right here would be more your style!"

"Wait, if you guys cut it off, I won't have one to wear on the train back home!" Looking around at the people milling around the peak of the garden over look near the ancient temple.

Craig smiled at her, "yeah that's what I was thinking too." Then open his little pocket knife and reached under the tank top strap to retrieve her other bra strap and quickly sliced it. Then handed it to Rodger who repeated the cut on the other strap.

Rachel giggled, "this is craziness guys, I'm not sure if I should..." but then Roger reach under her arm causing her to lift her arm up a bit, "what are you doing?"

Roger reached inside the side of her tank top and pulled the bra and shirt away and sliced both in one quick motion.

"Hay that's my shirt, I didn't say anything about that!" The bra relaxed around her body no longer a single wrap of snug elastic.

"Want me to cut the other side to match?" Craig asked her.

"No, please no!" she quickly replied as Roger pulled the destroyed bra through the enlarged opening he had made. The material was no longer stretched opened up the side to reveal a hint of her small side boob.

"Oh damn they do poke out!" Craig laughed as he told Rachel.

"Yeah you need to stop wearing bras too and go totally commando from now on! That look is awesome on you, makes you look like a girl and all that stuff!" Roger told her.

"Not sure my dad would approve of that guys, you have seen the bathing suits he makes me wear!"

"Girl you just turned eighteen, you should decide for yourself! Besides you can always change into something smaller like the flirty Japanese girls wear to the beach!" Roger countered.

"So do we get to see them?" Craig asked her.

She laughed, "noooa! And we need to get going if we want to make the last train. I feel like everyone is looking at my nipples now anyways!"

The guys agreed and headed back down the hill, stealing looks at Rachel's hard pokey nipples against the thin material of her tank top, and the hint of her little side boob.

They caught a bus to the train station arriving about twenty minute before the train arrived. Standing among the growing crowd, Roger reached over and pulled the other side of her tank top out.

"What are you doing?" She looked about to see if anyone was watching."

"Making your shirt match!" He whispered to her. Slicing the side of her shirt down the other side, this time a bit more forward and an inch or so deeper toward the front of her thin top.

She looked about feeling the shirt opening up the side. "Guys stop, you can't be doing any more of that to my clothes!"

A bit more of her other small boob showed on the side Roger just cut open on her shirt, it was now showing the side and bottom of her small tit and a bit of her ribs.

"Never thought I'd say this Rach, but you look sexy like that!" Craig told her.

She tried to pull the open side closed feeling it riding up showing her under boob, but it was useless, the damage was done. And it wasn't unnoticed either, a few older men waiting to board with them were watching the three of them.

They waited on the crowded platform until the train pulled in, only a few people exited the cars, then they flowed with the crowd into the already packed train car.

Rachel did her best to stay close to the guys, but she ended up on the other side of a rail running down the center of the car, now standing among the evening commuters separated from her friends but within reach of them.

She realize suddenly she was one of only a few women, and the youngest female in the passenger car. And also the only American, her red short hair made her standout among the Japanese commuters headed home.

Roger, the instigator, mouthed to her, "do you want to be the lady?"

A look of fear came across her face when she realized he was serious. She shook her head "no" as she bit her lower lip looking around at the men surrounding her. The train jolted forward as Roger reached across the silver railing separating them.

Rachel watched as Roger hooked his finger into the shorter slit on her side. She started shaking her head "no," not wanting to call more attention to herself. Finally softly begging him over the clacking of the wheels on the rail car, "Roger please don't, not now!"

He smiled at her shaking his head "yes," he pulled the already short slit on the shirt forward away from her body, her hard pink nipple starting to show as he continued to stretch the material toward him.

Rachel could feel the material sliding off her small boob and hard lite pink nipple. The men to her left also noticed, smiling and looking at the cute red headed America girls soft little boobs and stiff nipple starting to peek out.

Then Roger reached up with the little knife and sliced the tank to almost to the bottom. Rachel quickly reach up grabbing the side of the shirt to try and pull it back over her exposed chest and flat tummy.

She looked up at him shaking her head "no" again.

He mouthed to her, "more?"

She again shook her head "no."

Rachel looking around at the men now staring at her holding her top closed on the side. Craig leaded over telling Roger something, she couldn't hear, but they both smiled and shook their heads yes.

Then Craig reached up pulling the center of her shirt away from her body, the already sliced open left side about to pull from her grip.

Rachel looked back and forth at the men around her and back to her friends, "please no, this shirt is already messed up!" she whispered to them.

Roger smiled back at her shaking his head "yes." That's when she realized how sharp Craig's little knife was as the center of the shirt started to melt apart it seemed as the knife dropped lower through the thin cotton material allowing the shirt to open up revealing her creamy white skin and hints of her soft cleavage. Her hard nipples were mere inches from the center slit.

Rachel thought to herself, thinking this wasn't happening it was a bit familiar to her, all she could do was watch the top splitting open down the center of her tank top, the material kept separating lower and lower, down between her small mounds of cleavage, the small swells beginning to show. She looked at them now with a bit of fear as he kept going to just above her belly button.

Roger let go allowing the shirt to drop back over her small breasts. She used her other hand to clutch the center to try and keep her cute tits covered.

Roger leaned toward her, "turn around!"

Rachel shook her head "no."

He reached for the waist band of her gym shorts. Smiling seeing she was telling the truth, there were no panties.

She pleaded to them, this time out loud to not cut her shorts off, as she felt a hand grouping her ass, and it wasn't her friends.

Roger laid the blade at the top of the waist band making a small slice in the elastic band, "turn around or I slice it!"

She knew she had no choice, she wiggled a bit to rotate in place as the men around her were up against her. She heard Roger say, "hold it out." Then the back of her shirt was pulled away from her back.

"Oh my God, oh please guys stop!" But it was too late, she felt the shirt spreading open down her back just like the front had been sliced, praying they would stop but they kept going. She could feel more and more of her bare back being exposed. She anticipated they would cut it all the way but they stopped before severing the back completely.

Roger reached up sliding the right side off her shoulder, but she held the front it in place with her hand, her other hand holding the severed loose material over her exposed breast.

She heard them whispering and heard Craig, "oh hell yeah, I want to see it too!"

Then Craig grabbed the back of her shorts and pull it toward him. She knew he was about to slice the shorts from her hips, but instead he began cutting under the waist band slicing towards her side.

Then one of the men in front of her took her hand and started to pull the shirt free of her grip. She knew if she let go there would be nothing to keep it on her shoulders. This guy was going to help her friends strip her.

That's when it hit her, they are going to make me like the lady, I'll be left to exit the train naked. Her face flushed but her body became excited, it was actually happening to her, but was she ready to willingly participate?

She continued to feel the waist band being cut across her back, then the other side to the seem that ran up to her hip. Then she realize Rodger was cutting her shorts down the side.

Rachel felt the material fall away from her ass as they cut the other side allowing it to hang open briefly. Then there was a tug pulling her shorts up into her crevices and the back of the crotch was sliced away. She instinctively wanted to reach back to cover her now bare ass but quickly realized she would lose what was left of her shirt.

Roger couldn't resist the urge and cupped her firm looking bubble butt. That's when let go of the side of the shirt and reached back, trying to push the unknown hand away.

The little Japanese guy to the left took the opportunity the reach down and rip the side the rest of the way on her hip.

Rachel not realizing that as she was trying to hold her top closed she was pulling it over her shoulders. The guys smiled seeing the last little bit going higher up her almost bare back.

Craig noticed her start to bend forward, twisting and squirming. "No, no, stop, don't do that!"

The back of right side of her shirt was pulled over her shoulder, the local guys in front of her trying to wrestle her cut up shirt free of her hands.

Craig saw the strip of material that had been pulled over her right shoulder fall to the floor. Someone must had ripped it the rest of the way.

Roger told her, "turn back around!"

In hopes of protecting her pussy from the guys in front of her, the little flap of material was doing nothing to stop the hands and fingers trying to probe her pussy and ass while she wiggled back around to face them. Her heart racing knowing she was loosing her battle to keep her clothes.

But to her horror as soon as she did face her friends the men behind her took her arms and hands pulling them away from her ass. What was left of her tank top was quickly stripped away leaving her topless. Hands reached around groping her small tits and nipples. other hands went to her ass and between her legs, she had become the lady they had told her about.

That's when the guys noticed her areola were very light pink, to the point they could only see her hard pink nipples atop her small creamy mounds. Truly taking in the uniqueness of a true red heads body.

She was pushed forward, her body bouncing from someone behind her obviously finger fucking her pussy.

Her mouth gasped open, Roger leaned into her, "is it what you thought it would be like?"

She slowly shook her head "yes."

"You want us to stop it and get off at the next platform?"

Rachel tried to smile, but just shook her head "no." The hands still reaching around squeezing and flicking her thick hard nipples. Her excitement was heightened and her orgasm was near.

Her shorts had become turned to her side, her bright orange sparse bush on display. Roger decided so finish them off, slicing the waist band in front of him, Rachel didn't even know she had become completely naked. Craig watched what was left of her black shorts fall to the floor with the other useless scrapes of material.

The men behind her laughed as they seceded in making her squirt down her legs. Rachel tried to squirm and stop them from doing it a second time because it was tickling her, but gave in letting the guy work her with his two fingers rapidly probing inside her dripping pussy. She was moaning as quietly as she could not wanting to call additional attendants to her nakedness, but the guy knew what he was doing.

After the train left the platform two of the men forced her to bend forward over the hand rail. At least one of them rubbing his cock on her ass.

"No, no not this, I don't want to be fucked, stop them!" She called out to Craig and Roger.

She felt a cock slipping between her thighs, sliding between her swollen lips, looking for an opening.

Luckily it was a short ride to the next station. As the guy forced the men off of her and stop any of them from penetrating her pussy. They pulled her from their grasp and under the railing, away from the men molesting the semi willing victim. As soon as the doors opened they ushered her out onto the station platform.

They led Rachel up the steps and out into the street to find a taxi, "no wait, make me walk a ways, let them see me like this, I like it, you have no idea how bad I want it!"