Dana gangbanged on the subway

As soon as Dana was off school grounds, she removed her clothes from underneath her trenchcoat. Damn stupid rules, making her wear clothing all the time. It’s not as if nudity was obscene. But boys were stupid and messed everything up. Because THEY went batshit when she was naked, SHE had to wear at least a blouse and skirt. Even then, they itched and rubbed her tender skin — the simple act of breathing made it feel like her body was being massaged by fabric, especially her nipples.

At least they couldn’t force Dana to wear a bra or panties. As long as her skirt didn’t flip up and expose her, she was okay, and even then, the worst that could happen was after school detention. Like today. She’d gotten careless when sitting down at her desk in Mr. Mularski’s science class.

The cool satin lining of her trenchcoat was a relief after the cotton clothing. It still enveloped her, but it was better. Dana stuffed the skirt + blouse into her backpack, then hauled it onto both shoulders. It took nearly a minute of adjusting under the straps to smooth out the wrinkles beneath its heavy weight. Eventually it was the best she could get.

Dana started to rebutton the coat, then hesitated. To keep out of trouble, she should close it all the way. But all the boys were gone, and the late subway home would be full of commuters — not much chance of something happening there. Besides, the backpack was keeping it firmly down on her body. She belted it tightly instead and headed for the station.

A train rolled in just as she reached the platform. Her route went downtown before looping back out, but it was late enough the seats were already filled. Dana grumbled, but grabbed a pole between the door and the end of the car. Then she pulled out her current Sweet Valley High novel and ignored the world.

By the time she realized it was happening again, it was too late. Enough commuters had gotten on, she was packed in and couldn’t escape. And someone, probably the man behind her right shoulder, was fondling her ass.

Dana started to sweat, slick drops sliding down her skin under the satin lining of her coat. She glanced around. In front of her was a red-haired woman with a conservative business suit and a shoulder bag; on either side, a man in a dark blue suit and a younger man in a sports jacket with pierced ears; she couldn’t look behind without giving herself away. At least the backpack was in the way of anything more overt, and there were enough witnesses that maybe nothing would come of it. She glanced at the woman again, who smiled. Dana managed a weak smile in return, shifted her backpack, wrapped her arm tighter around the pole, and buried her nose in the book.

She couldn’t read a word of it, though. The hand was massaging the cheek of her ass through the thin protection of her light trenchcoat. She could feel the outline of his fingers as the satin rubbed her sensitive skin.

The subway lurched, throwing everyone who stood — the man in the blue suit was tossed against her left side, catching himself on her pole. He didn’t push away, however, but stayed pressed against her side, jamming her arm forward in an awkward manner. A hard bulge was on her hip, moving up and down with the motion of the car, and his arm lay across her belly. Dana’s attention contracted to the sensation of satin caressing her ass and hip, a warm arm beneath her breasts with the friction of serge, cool air on her chest.

Chest? Startled, Dana glanced down. Oh no — the belt had loosened, and her coat was gaping. She started trying to raise her free arm, but the car lurched again. This time, when everyone was upright, the man was no longer holding the pole but her exposed right breast, cupping it, squeezing it, pinching her hard nipple. Dana gasped, and in the far distance her hand let her book slip.

That’s when it started in earnest. The man to her left began humping her hip openly, squeezing her tit in time. The younger guy on her right reached across her chest to cup her left tit. Behind her, the ass-fondler pulled up the tail of her coat and found her naked legs, spread to brace herself — and her naked ass — and working between the cheeks, her naked pussy — and a thumb pushing into her exposed asshole.

Dana opened her eyes, and looked at the woman in front of her. She wanted to plead with her, ask for help, but hands and fingers and humping cock had taken away all the words, and she could only look soulfully at her. The woman smiled with bright eyes, reached out, and undid Dana’s coat completely. The hands on her breasts dropped away so the woman could open it wide. Dana gasped at being released from the confinement, only to have her mouth stopped when the woman kissed her, grabbing Dana’s waist to pull the girl against her.

Dana barely felt her backpack’s weight leaving as it slipped off her shoulders, nor the glorious absence of sleeves as the coat went as well. There were hands gripping her hips, lips and tongue against hers, rough polyester against her tingling nipples, a curve of leg pressing against her bald pussy. She would have clasped the woman, fabric and all, if her arms had been free. And then someone behind her sandwiched her, sticking a hot, hard cock between her legs and starting to fuck her thighs. Every time the cockhead passed her clit, a small explosion sent shock waves through her gut.

Dana was lifted up by hands under her arms and ass, her legs opened, and the cock behind her entered her wet hole. She whimpered as the muscles of her cunt clamped down on the thrusting rod. There was a mouth on each nipple, one sucking the other nibbling, and someone was kneeling in front of her. She gasped aloud — the woman was sucking her clit in time to the fucking. Then the world went away.

The orgasms stopped when mouth left her pussy. The cock was already gone, but quickly replaced by another cock fucking her from the front. She was still held up by hands on all sides, as another man stood behind her and worked his cock into her asshole as well. The world disappeared again.

When Dana came to, she was being held up so the woman could suck out her pussy and ass.

Then she was lowered so more cocks could fuck her.

The cycle repeated again.

And again.

*

Dana woke up lying on her back completely exhausted, as the ground jerked to a halt. The subway doors opened and the loudspeaker announced the end of the line.

Shit. She’d have to backtrack to her stop, a good half hour back down the line.

She took stock of herself. She was in an alcove at the end of the car, out of sight. Her trenchcoat was spread underneath her, untorn and unstained, and her backpack sat beside her, apparently unopened. There was remarkably little semen on her, given all that had happened — maybe having a woman involved was useful, even if she hadn’t actually stopped it from happening. Despite being sore and tingly all over, Dana pulled on her coat and buttoned up. She didn’t dare risk a repeat — she was late enough already.

She scuttled out to a bench, lugging her backpack, and sat sidewise, claiming it just for herself. If she could keep people from touching her, the better chance she had of escaping.

Her Sweet Valley High book was gone, however. Darn it. Well — she had homework to do, anyway. She pulled out a textbook and hunched over it, waiting for the train to jerk into motion.