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A girl has an experience on a train.

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Jenny hated taking the train because it meant having to go out in public, but sometimes you couldn’t avoid that. Like today. She had to be somewhere, she had no other way of getting there, she had to take the train. Didn’t mean she had to like it. 

A scrawny girl, practically invisible in her baggy hoody and trousers, Jenny found the seat that seemed most isolated, picked the loudest song she had to listen to, and pressed herself as far into the corner as physically possible. If she just went to some kind of happy place it would all be over soon.

Or so was her idea. Didn’t last long. The batteries in her headphones died. Forgot to charge them, left the cable behind. The future sucked.

Things then got even worse because at the next stop Jenny got company in the carriage. A couple. A man and a woman. Well, ‘woman’ - the girl looked to be about her age, but the guy was at least a good few years North of that. Disgusting. And then they sat in the perfect position to be right in Jenny’s eyeline.

And then, the moment the train was off, they started making out.

Or at least that was what Jenny thought at first, but watching (and it was kind of hard not to) she very quickly saw that it was a lot more lopsided than all that, and that the man was basically just groping and manhandling the girl, who obligingly went along with it. Like some kind of doll letting itself be played with.

Jenny wasn’t sure why ‘doll’ was where her mind had gone so easily, but it was probably the way the girl looked. Too perfect. Flawless. Exactly like a doll.

She had to look away, but that couldn’t block the sounds. Even over the click-clacking of tracks the noises the girl was making were obvious, the soft little coos and moans worming their way into Jenny’s ears no matter what. Worse, the occasional, quiet, but still very obvious happy sighs of ‘Daddy’.

Disgusting. Again.

But, Jenny had to admit even if it made her feel guilty, maybe just that little bit exciting. There was something in the breathless way the girl said it. It gave Jenny butterflies, even if she knew it was gross and inappropriate. It was exciting. The girl wasn't putting it on, she meant it. 

Despite herself Jenny looked again. She couldn’t help it.

The man now had the girl sat sideways across his lap, one hand on her bare thigh and the other shamelessly shoved up under her shirt. His mouth was on her neck - teeth grazing the soft skin, Jenny thought to herself with a shiver - and the girl’s head was thrown back, eyes shut, face ecstatic.

Jenny couldn't look away now.

Everything about the girl was wrong. She’d clearly been brainwashed by the patriarchal establishment into thinking she had to look a certain way, be a certain way. She couldn't have chosen to be like that. How else could Jenny explain why anyone would look that way? With the perfectly smooth legs and the tiny skirt? The plunging neckline with the pushed up tits? The makeup? 

Calling him Daddy?

The girl really was a doll, Jenny thought as she unconsciously leaned forward on her chair to get a better look. A doll - like a girl, only better. All the bad bits taken away, all the good bits made even more fun. Everything Jenny knew she lacked (and she was aware of what she lacked, more so the more she looked at the girl), the girl had.

In deciding to become a doll - in deciding to let herself be made a doll, Jenny thought - the girl had…she had…

Everything about the girl was right Perfect. She was everything Jenny secretly wanted to be. She was everything Jenny would have been if she wasn’t afraid. No point in denying it. Jenny had known the instant she’d seen her, she’d just been jealous. The disgust had been a mask and it melted now because she wasn’t disgusted at all, she was envious. She knew that now. Understood it. It was so clear now.

Jenny was just so anxious, so worried all the time, so unhappy. The girl had none of that. She’d had all of that taken away, given it all up. Did this girl look like she read the news? Had opinions? Cares? Concerns? Thought about anything further than what to wear and when she’d be sucking cock next?

It’d be so much better, so much easier…

Not that she noticed, but Jenny was squeezing her legs together and starting to get a little short of breath. She’d moved so far out of the corner and so far onto the edge of her seat that a rock of the train nearly had her slip to the floor, and she had to quickly tear her eyes away so she could regain her balance. She then went back to gawking.

With a jolt, Jenny realised both the man and the girl had stopped doing what they’d been doing, and they’d stopped because they’d seen her staring. Both of them were smiling at her.

“You can join in, if you want,” the man said. Jenny’s face instantly turned bright red, she pulled the (useless) headphones back into place over her ears, shook her head, and squished back into the corner. If she ignored it, it would go away. Just don’t think about it.

Don’t think about how much easier it’d be…

A shadow fell across her. It was the girl. She was holding a hand out to Jenny. She was smiling. It was the smile that got Jenny. The girl knew, she knew. She knew exactly what was going through Jenny’s head because it must have been what had gone through her head once, before her head had been emptied out. 

Trembling, Jenny took the girl’s hand, and allowed herself to be dumbly led over.

The girl sat Jenny down on one of the seats across from and facing the man and then sat down beside her, still holding her hand and taking hold of the other one. She was grinning expectantly at the man for guidance and got a nod, which seemed to be enough. Returning her attention to Jenny, the girl leaned in for what was obviously going to be a kiss.

Jenny hesitated, flinching back slightly.

“I-” she started to say, only to have a slender finger pressed to her lips.

“Shh, no talking,” said the girl

Anything Jenny might have felt like saying poofed to nothing, and any resistance of reluctance she might have had evaporated. The girl kissed her.

By the time it finished Jenny was panting, and somewhere in the middle of it all she’d lost her hoody, too, it ending up on the floor. She had no idea when that had happened, and only barely noticed because she felt the girl's hand on her bare arm. Jenny was trying to scrape together enough thoughts to know what to think about the kiss. 

She failed, because the girl noticed her trying to think and gave her another, quicker kiss. Jenny’s thoughts fizzled, doubly so when she felt the girls soft hands move up under her top.

“It’s good if men can watch,” the girl said.

Jenny’s brain had turned to mush, so what the girl said didn’t really sink in, but what it meant did, and a dumb smile crept across her face. She’d done good. She could feel she’d done good. Been a good girl.

The man reached out and gave the girl a little tap on the head.

“Baby,” he said, and the girl obviously knew exactly what it was he wanted from this as she gave a happy little squeak and a little wiggle.

“Yes Daddy!”

The girl slipped gracefully from her seat and down onto her knees by the man’s feet, pulling a dazed Jenny with her to the floor. With practised ease the girl undid the man’s trousers, and out sprang his cock.

The most experience Jenny had with cocks was knowing they existed. Having one so close was making her heart race. This only got worse when the girl gently took hold of Jenny’s hand and equally gently guided it to the man’s cock. It filled Jenny’s hand. She couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Just do what I do,” the girl said.

Jenny watched the girl as she leaned in to plant a tender, loving kiss right onto the head of his cock. The man shifted in his seat, and then girl leaned back again and gave a significant look to Jenny.

It seemed to happen in slow motion, to someone else. The cock got closer and closer, so close she went cross-eyed a moment before just closing her eyes completely when her lips made contact.

Sparks popped inside her head

The heat of him in her hand had been one thing. Feeling it on her lips was another thing altogether. A distant part of her seemed to remember having sworn she’d never do this, that she'd found the whole idea degrading and disgusting, but that didn’t seem right just then. She needed to do this. Had to. She felt the girl give her shoulder a squeeze.

“Let him into your mouth. Start slow, but don’t stop,” the girl said.

Jenny did as she’d been told. It just came so easily to her, like it was something she should have been doing all this time, like it had been inside her waiting to get out. A talent. Something she was actually, genuinely good at. Made her feel all warm inside.

Good girl. Good for something. Had a purpose.

“Daddy likes that. Keep going,” the girl said, and Jenny did, but something caught her attention and distracted her. She'd opened her eyes again and just in the corner she'd spotted something. The girl had taken her phone out. With a little gasp and a string of drool linking her lips and his cock, Jenny pulled back.

“W-what are you doing?” She asked breathlessly. The girl giggled.

“Filming, silly. So people can see. So men can see.”

That gave Jenny butterflies, the thought of this moment being captured forever, going where she could never get it back, going entirely beyond her control. Terrifying. But inevitable. And better: people would see. Men would see. 

Groaning, she pushed herself to do better, to make it a little bit of a show. She took him deeper than she had before, deeper than she'd thought she could. She made noises that would have been so, so humiliating if she'd cared anymore.

“Help her, baby," she heard him say.

“Yes Daddy.”

The girl, phone still held rocksteady ine one hand, smoothly slipped from the seat she'd perchedon and got in position behind Jenny, taking her by the head, lacing her fingers through her hair, and, with no warning, started to fuck Jenny’s face onto his cock.

Jenny, head thick, hadn't seen it coming, and the girl was stronger than she looked. There was a moment of panic as her throat was filled and breathing became a struggle, then she felt his cock twitch and heard him stifle a groan, and knowing he was enjoying it made it all instantly perfect.

It was only a second or three that the girl held Jenny like that, but it felt longer. When the girl's hand was removed, Jenny had to pull back again to gulp down some air.

She was unrecognisable from when stepped onto the train. No longer brooding and aloof. Now a drooling, spluttering mess. Now barely able to remember her name. Now only spending a moment to get her breath back before forcing herself back onto his cock, needing to make him feel good again.

Behind her, the girl gave an excited clap.

After that, things got even fluffier. There was the rocking of the train, the clacking of the tracks, and the occasional gag or gurgle from Jenny as she tried to take all of him without help. Between that, her head just bobbed. No thoughts at all, just lost in it.

Then all at once, without warning, the girl was pulling her back.

"Good girl," said the man.

Jenny whined, but couldn't fight the girl off and instead could only watch as the man stroked his cock and, a second later, came on her face. All over her face.

A shiver ran through Jenny, top to bottom, and her eyes nearly rolled back. She'd been good, and now she'd been marked. She gave an empty, braindead groan as he wiped his cock off on her cheek and around her lips.

“Don’t waste that," he said to Jenny, who was a million miles away, swaying in place on her knees as the girl took a selfie with her.

"Ooh, you look so pretty!" She giggled.

There was a little jolt. The clacking had stopped.

“This is our stop. You be good, hmm?” The man said. He gave Jenny a pat on the head. The girl gave her another kiss.

And then they were gone.

Jenny didn't move. She couldn't think to move. Without a cock in front of her she felt lost, small. Just up the carriage a man stepped on. He looked around for a seat. He saw Jenny. Jenny saw him.

She didn't need to be able to think to open her mouth.

THE RESERVATION

“May I take off the mask now?” she asked.

“Must you be so impatient?” I replied. “Wait for me to open the door for you. I'll lead you in.”

She protested with a muffled, “Humph!” but relinquished her curiosity and waited. She listened in silence as I confirmed the reservation and paid for our session. The exchange only revitalized her curiosity, yet with great effort she remained silent.

I led her to our reserved room and guided her to a plush seat.

“Okay, you can remove the mask now.”

“What is this place?” she asked, looking around the room. Everything was elaborately decorated. Red leather lined the walls. There were several oddly shaped benches and chairs. There was a sink and vanity, but this was obviously not a typical hotel room or any familiar room for that matter. Several cutouts were dotting the opposing walls, each lined with cushioned black leather to contrast that of the wall. In one corner, there was an odd bench catercorner to two walls. At each end were two larger cutouts, one having a small cushioned ledge beneath it. On one wall between the cutouts hung several easily recognized BDSM implements – paddles, floggers, riding whips. She looked quizzed to me for an explanation.

“You were always curious when we would explore our kinks, wondering what a glory hole experience would be like, but hesitant because every one we had seen in porn was in some cheap restroom adapted with plywood holes drilled raggedly with a rough saw. This,” I responded waving my hand around, “is the country club version. In addition to the hefty membership fee, each session is a thousand dollars. Every member has to pass rigorous screening, including health ones for STDs. Here you can explore your abject fantasies with complete confidence.”

Her wide-eyed anxiety melted into a narrow-eyed grin. “How do I begin?” already tugging at her clothes. I watched as her body was revealed with each discarded piece of clothing. I picked them up and hung them on the provided hooks. They thought of everything when designing this place, including the tripod in the corner on which I set up my phone for recording.

“When you are ready, flip the switch on this wall. I will activate a light outside the room, alerting the patrons that the room is occupied and ready.” As soon as the switch was flipped, the cutouts began to fill with dicks of all shapes and lengths. Her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop and she licked her lips as her mouth began to water. Kneeling on the soft carpet between two holes, she grasped the nearest dicks protruding grin them, stroking each as she decided which would grace her hungry mouth first.

Moving from one to the other, her skilled tongue traced up the length of each, taking them in deep, leaving trails of drool as she pleasured herself on them. Still, this was not her forte, she much preferred having her mouth fucked. So after her stroking of the two dicks in hand left her with their cum on her face and tits, she expressed that she wanted it differently.

“That's what the corner bench is for. Staddle it face down, rest your chin on the shelf, and open your mouth.”

She smiled as she did so, adjusting her chin on the shelf. Within moments, there was a long cock thrusting into her eager mouth leaving her gagging and drooling all over it. She was pleased to discover that the leather on the bench was textured in such a way that she could grind her clit on it while being face-fucked, but she wasn't expecting the cock that entered her dripping pussy from the other corner against which the bench rested.

Moans and gasps filled the room as she was filled like a spit on the bench. The cock in her pussy pulled out and came onto her ass, but the one in her mouth was enjoying her sucking too much and emptied his pulsing, throbbing dick into her throat. She moved from that bench to one that was right against the opposite wall, wiggling her perfect ass as close to the opening as possible. Soon there was the head of a dick probing her swollen pussy lips, the tip running up and down her slit, but settling at the tight opening of her ass. She tensed as it began to probe her other opening, but he was gentle, allowing her to adjust, pushing into her ass in short, brief thrusts, until she began to buck against it, driving it deep into her ass.

Being filled that was not enough for her. She motioned to me to come in front of the bench. Enough voyeurism. I eagerly bared my cock and plunged it into her warm, wet, mouth.

“Fuuuck,” I managed to murmur as my dick sank into her throat again and again, pausing only to let her wrap her tongue around the tip and suck me back in.

She made the rounds to each of the openings at least twice before giving in to her euphoric exhaustion. She lay on the carpeted floor, her chest heaving, covered in cum, her clit swollen, her pussy lips drenched with a mixture of cum and her juices. She had lost count of how many times she had cum in the haze of her cock sleeve mindlessness. She was barely aware of my lifting her and taking her through a door at the back of the room that led to a private shower. I practically had to hold her up on her shaky legs while the warm water rinsed away the copious amount of cum from her body.

I dried her off and helped her dress. She slept most of the way home, a smile on her face as she dreamed of her next trip there.