Julie's Subway Abduction Pt. 03

Julie's subway ride today was different from usual. They'd overhauled the entire transit system! She nestled her ass into her subway seat, loving the feel of the verdant grass that grew all over it. Indeed, the subway car was coated in grass and flowers as far as the eye could see. Greenery sprung from the benches and walls, leaving only the windows and the glass of the doors unsodded. This subway car had no roof, either. Instead, a marvelous tree burst from the middle of the floor of the car before breaking into densely-leafed branches. The tree's leafy canopy extended in dark emerald over the entire car, creating shade from the warming sun in the sky above the train.

As so often happened on her subway rides, Julie hunched over her phone screen. She had pulled up a dirty story to read in secret. It made her feel naughty to hide her smut from prying eyes, though today the car was empty. Julie wriggled her plush thighs together, pressuring her heated pussy. She gazed at her phone screen, watching the inky text drip and unfurl into images. First they were still, but they sped up, like an old projector getting up to speed with a film reel.

The protagonist in the story looked a lot like her. No, Julie thought, it was her! Through her phone's glass screen, she saw herself, or at least a version of herself. Whereas the closest thing she owned to lingerie were the more risque sets of bras and panties she bought at Victoria's Secrets, the Julie in the phone was wearing a gorgeous pink set, complete with a garter belt that hugged her waist deliciously. Julie was often self-conscious about her curves, but on Phone Julie they popped deliciously. Phone Julie's curvy little body was obscene in the pink mesh of her lingerie set--the bra's mesh did nothing to hide her baby pink nipples, already puckered hard. Julie ogled Phone Julie, tracing down from her bountiful breasts to her grabbable hips. Julie clenched her thighs again, admiring this girl. She wanted to reach through the glass and touch her.

The train pulled into a station and stopped. Julie glanced up from her phone, surreptitiously tilting the device down to hide her story-video, as men and women with puffy, white clouds for heads boarded and found places to stand. Very few of them sat, and certainly none by Julie. Julie's eyes ran from side to side. She wouldn't be noticed. She lifted her phone screen.

Inside her phone, she watched herself giggle and heard a familiar clang: the sound effect for when a camgirl receives a tip. "Thank you, mister!" Phone Julie chirped, letting her tits bounce for her cam audience to see. "We almost have enough to start." More clangs followed. "Oo, so generous!" Phone Julie reached her hands up her body, rubbing up her waist, until her hands found her breasts. She grasped them and pinched her nipples through the pink mesh of the bra. "Ooh," Phone Julie moaned, trembling. She grew flush, but much to Julie's amazement, she didn't turn away. She simply beamed right out of the phone screen, basking in her audience's gaze. "I love showing off for you all. Do you like my big schoolgirl tits, everybody? I love feeling them up myself." Phone Julie's hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them. She sighed. "But I like it when Daddy does it more. Maybe one of you could be my Daddy?" Phone Julie teased.

"Wow," Julie muttered from her subway seat. Phone Julie was so beautiful. She wished she could kiss her. She wanted to take the girl's uncanny hair, so bouncy on the screen, between her fingers and taste her pink tongue. Julie's own nipples felt violently hard. What would it be like to suck Phone Julie's tits, she wondered. Her cunt felt gooey between her legs at the thought.

"Just kidding," Phone Julie said with a wink. "My Daddy will be here soon. I can't wait to show you what Daddy does to me."

Julie felt herself blush with jealous awe. Phone Julie had a Daddy! That's what Julie wanted! Lord knows she had rubbed her cunt raw to enough filthy stories about pretty girls being claimed as playthings for a handsome Daddy. But Julie, in her schoolgirl caution, didn't dare go looking for someone to fill that role. It was always hard enough getting her mom to let her go on dates--on the rare occasion that she actually said yes to one of the dull boys at school, anyway.

"Only a little more," Phone Julie said. "Once your tips fill the meter, Daddy says he'll fuck me for everyone to see!" More clangs followed. "Gosh, you all really want to see me with Daddy's cock, don't you?" Phone Julie walked forward, closer to the camera, allowing her pussy to come into full view. Barely covered by the tiny pink mesh of the thong panties, her engorged pussy lips were already on display. Julie licked her lips at the sight.

"I'm so wet," Phone Julie moaned. Her fingers, nails painted pink with Starry Night blues swirling, clutched at her mound. A teardrop wad of cunt juice dripped at her own touch, right through the panties. "Fuck," Phone Julie grunted.

"Fuck," Julie moaned herself, wondering if Phone Julie's pussy tasted as sweet and naughty as her own did whenever she sucked her fingers clean after touching herself.

The camera panned up to Phone Julie's face. Julie stared as Phone Julie sucked her own pussy-soaked fingers into her mouth for anyone watching her camshow to see. "I taste so sweet," Phone Julie said. "And I'm so wet that Daddy's big cock will slide right up my tiny, young cunt. Keep those tips coming, boys! Mmm." Phone Julie kept sucking her fingers, moaning, with her big eyes locked on the screen. "I can't wait for Daddy to destroy me for you," she mused, letting her fingers pop out of her mouth before hungrily sucking them right back in.

As Julie ogled Phone Julie's cam show, the grassy subway seat rolled beneath her. It became a conveyer belt of little hills and valleys. The little hills crested deliciously right at Julie's own panty-covered cunt, stimulating her sex.

"Oh, yes," Julie hissed, grinding herself on the little hills whenever they emerged. The seat's pressing hills, and the sight of Phone Julie's lascivious sucking, was driving Julie wild. She wanted to taste Phone Julie's fingers. She'd do it right there on the grassy subway if she could, she thought. She'd even share them with Phone Julie. They could suck her cunt-stained fingers clean together.

Phone Julie stepped backward from the camera. "Daddy said if we get enough tips, he'd give me one of my favorite treats." Phone Julie turned slowly and gazed back over her shoulder. Julie's eyes bulged, taking in the plump roundness of Phone Julie's ass. The little thong she was wearing did nothing to hide it--her thick cheeks devoured the pink material. And with the garter belt accentuating how much smaller her waist was than her flaring hips and big ass, Phone Julie looked absolutely obscene.

"Submissive and breedable," Julie said to the phone screen under her breath.

Phone Julie bent slightly at the waist, presenting her luscious ass for her camshow audience. It jiggled invitingly. "Daddy said if we get really generous tips, he'd fuck my ass!" Phone Julie explained excitedly. "Don't you wanna see that, boys?" She reached around and brought her hand down with an open-palmed smack right on her butt, making her juicy rump ripple. "I love anal," Phone Julie said. More clangs followed. "Letting Daddy use my asshole makes me feel like such a good little slut."

At that, in her seat, Julie felt one of the hilly seat bumps press firmly at her own asshole. Dual seat bumps were pushing into her, pleasuring her ass and cunt before falling away and pushing more. Julie wiggled into the seat, loving the twin sensations, desperate to feel more as she gawked lecherously at Phone Julie's show.

Phone Julie reached her swirling, painted fingernails between her bent-over ass cheeks. "Ooh," she sighed, pressing between her plump booty to her own little asshole. Phone Julie pressed against her little rim, making her own body shiver. "Having my asshole played with makes me crazy. It feels so, so good. I want Daddy to fuck me there while you all watch. Please, let me show you what a good buttslut I can be?" More clangs came. More tips. Phone Julie just kept teasing her backdoor for the prying eyes of her patrons.

Julie rode into the bumpy, grassy subway seat, coveting everything Phone Julie was more and more. She needed to wear that lingerie. She wanted to make videos all dolled up like that. She wanted to be seen. She wanted to be an ogled whore like Phone Julie, turning heads and making men part with their money for the privilege. Phone Julie, that hot bitch, was living one of Julie's most shameful dreams. And instead of getting angry, here Julie was, enjoying the molesting rolling of her subway seat, wishing she could fuck Phone Julie and be Phone Julie! She wanted to spank Phone Julie, too. She wanted to help Phone Julie tantalize her camshow audience into paying up until she could see Phone Julie get assfucked.

"Julia? Julia? Are you listening?"

Julie looked up from her phone with a startle. It was her mother, dressed in one of her skirt suits, looking down at her. Her mother's judging eyes were visible, but as with the other subway passengers, a cloud obscured the rest of her face.

"Yes, mom, I heard you," Julie replied.

"Well, in case you didn't," her clouded mother corrected, "come right to my office after school. The decorations and catering should all be in place, but I may need your help. This gala a big deal for your father and me."

"Everything is a big deal to you," Julie muttered, rolling her eyes downward.

"What was that?" Her mother demanded.

"I said I'll be there right on time," Julie offered more loudly.

"Thank you, Julia. I know these parties can be a bore, but it's just so important to show our community the happy family. I remember being your age and having to go to my mother's parties. I found it such a bore at first, but then...." Julie's mother was still talking, but the cloud over her face muffled her words. Julie's gazed sunk back to her phone as her mother's words floated onward, unintelligible but unmistakably present.

"We have enough to start!" Phone Julie cheered. "Oh, this'll be so fun!" Just as the words exited Phone Julie's mouth, a large hand, dark hair on the long fingers, tore forward and into Phone Julie's hair, yanking Phone Julie's head back. Phone Julie moaned and smiled. "Mmm, hi, Daddy," Phone Julie said. Julie could only see the man's shoulder and arm; the rest of his body was out of the frame. The hand started petting Phone Julie's hair. Julie felt her own scalp tingle, like she was the one having her hair played with.

"Daddy, will you fuck my little cunt now?" Phone Julie asked, tilting her head back to talk to the man playing with her hair. "I really need your cock in me. I need it so badly. I want all my new friends to watch how you rail me, Daddy. I want them to know what a good whore I am for you!"

The man grabbed Phone Julie's hair again. His other hand came into frame and spanked Phone Julie's bent-over ass with a loud clap.

"Ugh, yes, Daddy!" Phone Julie moaned. The man's hand impacted her ass again, the other cheek this time. Already, Phone Julie had obvious handprints on her butt. "Oh, yes, Daddy! Hurt your little girl! I love it!" The man smacked Phone Julie again, and again, making the horny camslut jiggle and coo happily.

The camshow twisted around slightly. Julie now saw the man's body--strong and somewhat hirsute--towering over Phone Julie's bent-over form. Julie's mouth was slack as the subway seat continued to play with her pussy and asshole. The man's cock was out, familiar and veiny, resting on the cleft between Phone Julie's buttcheeks.

"I need it, Daddy," Phone Julie pleaded. "I need to feel your cock tear me up." Phone Julie rocked her ass back, teasing the man, trying to entice him--her Daddy--to fuck her for the world to see.

"Do it," Julie mumbled. Her cunt felt so good. Her asshole felt so good. She needed Phone Julie to be fucked.

"... to put on a good show," Julie's mother said. Julie looked up at her mom.

"Of course, mom." Julie said. A breeze caught Julie's mom's cloud and blew her further down the subway car.

Julie looked back down at her phone screen. Phone Julie had pulled her panties to the side, straining the material, and arched her back even more. "Give it to me, Daddy," Phone Julie begged, shaking her hips as an offering to this man. "Please fuck your whore princess. Please bury that thick Daddy dick in my needy whore cunt for all my new friends to see! Please--aw fuck!"

Phone Julie cried out as the man's cock, thick and twitching, sank forward into her pussy. The unmistakable sound of soaked cunt splaying open on girthy dick rang out of Julie's phone speakers. Julie looked up, but not a single one of the cloudy-faced people was looking at her. They were all looking at their own phones.

Julie looked back down. Phone Julie was squealing as more and more of the man's cock, thick and long, sank forward into her pussy. Soon, the man's body was right against Phone Julie's thick ass.

"Oh, Daddy, it's too big!" Phone Julie protested. The man thrust forward, burying himself even deeper. Phone Julie grunted. "You're hurting me, Daddy. You're tearing my little pussy up."

A growl came from off camera--undoubtedly the man's voice.

"You're right, Daddy. I love when you hurt me on your cock!" Phone Julie admitted happily.

The man grunted, smacked Phone Julie's ass again, and pulled out half his cock. More clangs came--the audience wanted more.

"Want it back in your cunt, baby?" A familiar male voice asked.

"Yes, Daddy, please! Bury it. Use your little girl."

The man's hands grasped Phone Julie's hips, just grazing her garter belt, and wrenched her towards him as he drove his cock forward.

"Grawr!" Phone Julie grunted as she took the unseen man's dick balls deep once more. The man thrust again, again, again. He was fucking her now. Really fucking her. Nasty slapping sounds undulated in Julie's ears as the man, Phone Julie's Daddy, destroyed Phone Julie in ways that Julie had longed for, as Julie had touched herself fantasizing about. Phone Julie's big tits jiggled at the force of the man's violation of her body. They spilled right out over her tiny pink mesh bra, free to swing even more as she got pounded. But Phone Julie didn't try to get away. She just braced herself, her hands gripping some bar, as the man pummeled into her pussy.

"Hurt my pussy, Daddy!" Phone Julie squealed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and drooling under the force of the dicking she was taking.

Enthralled, Julie rocked hard into the pulsing bumps of the subway seat. It felt so good. It was like lightning was shooting out of Phone Julie into Julie and down to her teased, pleasured fuckholes.

"Take it, you whore," Julie said softly at the phone screen. "Take Daddy's cock."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Phone Julie yelled. "Make me a whore! Make me take Daddy's cock!" More tips came clanging in, the cam audience obviously loving Phone Julie's slutty display.

"Oh, that's good," Julie moaned to herself as a seat bump pressed harder up at her asshole. "She needs it up her ass," Julie said into her phone.

"Is it enough yet, Daddy," Phone Julie asked, still getting her cunt pounded in and out on the man's cock. "I need your big cock up my ass. Please, Daddy? My new friends should see that you own me in my asshole, too, that I can be a good girl and let you ruin me there. Is it enough yet?"

The man kept up his assault of Phone Julie's pussy, clapping her thick ass. He growled again, saying something Julie did not understand.

"Ooh fuck, you heard Daddy, everyone." Phone Julie said. "We're not there yet, so he might just have to breed my pussy--Daddy right there!" Phone Julie interrupted her own explanation as the man railed her even deeper. "But m-maybe if--Daddy that's so deep--if you tip more you can see Daddy use my a-asshole after he--Daddy you're destroying meeeeeeee!" Phone Julie's body trembled as she was dicked down.

Julie's eyes drank in Phone Julie as the curvy, sexy slut was bent over and used. Julie's own bodily attention had shifted from her ass to her cunt as she ground forward into the bumps in her seat. She felt she was soaking through her panties to the grass below. Her fingers, wrapped around her phone, felt wet. She smelled sex. "Destroy her, Daddy," Julie groaned.

"Destroy me, Daddy!" Phone Julie cried out. The man's thrust sped up, clapping Phone Julie's thick asscheeks. He brought his hand down with a slap on her ass as he pumped her on his cock, making Phone Julie mewl and quiver like a bitch being properly taken.

"Wreck her and breed her," Julie muttered, waves of pleasuring building in her wriggling pussy. The subway seat pressed further at Julie's cunt, masturbating her wonderfully.

"Breed me, Daddy, please!" Phone Julie pleaded, turning her head back to gaze at the man. Phone Julie looked like she had locked eyes with someone. And her eyes were begging for him to own her.

Another masculine grunt popped in Julie's ears.

"Yes yes yes! Do it, Daddy!" Phone Julie squealed. "Breed me! Breed me!"

More clangs came. Julie's cunt was on fire. Her scalp tingled pleasurably. "Breed her, Daddy," Julie said, louder this time.

"He's going to fill me up," Phone Julie explained to her audience, turning her head to look directly at wherever her camera was. "Daddy's going to breed me! I'm so happy you'll get to see it. You'll see what a good cumdump whore I am for my Daddy. You'll see how--mmm fuck--how taking Daddy's cum makes my pussy cream. Oh gosh, Daddy, I need it. Just blow that load in me. Let it go in your little girl."

"Breed her, Daddy," Julie muttered. "Breed her." Her scalp tingled more. Like she was being pet. Like....

* * * * *

Julie opened her eyes. She was sweating, and fingers were running over her head, caressing her. The room was dark, and not one she recognized. She lay on her side on a bed with a woven throw blanket over her. Her blouse was still unbuttoned, and the wool of the blanket scratched pleasantly at Julie's nipples. Her hands were between her covered legs, and her fingertips were pressed into her pussy so firmly that they were pushing her own panties inside her slit. Fingertips on her other hand were lightly grazing her asshole.

With another stroke of the fingertips over her scalp, reality came rushing back to Julie. She was still in this apartment, wherever it was. And the man who had brought her there against her will was standing over her, petting her.

"Are you sick?" The man asked. Julie rolled her eyes upward towards the source of the man's voice. Her eyes tracked his forearm, but she couldn't see much more than that. The room was too dark. Even darker than before. When she had sucked his cock. When he forced her to suck his cock? Julie couldn't decide which it was. But her mouth still tasted like something strong. Like the man's cum. Julie's tongue traced the inside of her lips and arced across her front teeth.

Oh no, Julie thought, what the hell am I doing? The shameful reality of the situation set in. Julie realized she must have been masturbating in her sleep. Quickly, but as subtly as she could, she shifted her arms beneath the blanket, out from between her thighs to her knees. She hoped the man wouldn't notice.

"N-no," Julie huffed in response to the man's question, her throat feeling dry.

She felt the man reach an arm under her and raise her up. He scooted her along the bed until she found her back resting against what felt like a leather-covered headboard, cool to the touch. The mattress shifted under her with a slight creak, the sign of the man's sitting himself onto the bed. Embarrassed by her exposed breasts, Julie grasped for the blanket and brought it towards her body, wrapping it so it covered her almost to her collar bone.