Wicke And Most of the First Part of the Yuri Train choo choo

Wicke's heart raced as she listened the train cars pull up to the station in the Battle Subway, thoughts of the previous day rushing  vividly in her head.  The meeting in Anville Town regarding a potential expansion of the Aether Foundation into Unova had went exceedingly well. They had scheduled the next meeting in several days to finalize the deal, so the dark haired lady decided to reward herself today. She could feel her legs shaking in anticipation, so she looked around quickly to see if had noticed, and her eyes locked with a young woman off to her right side, not much younger than herself. The girl was clearly checking her out, and she brushed some her short brown hair out of her face as she gave Wicke a sly smile and a wink. Flustered, Wicke quickly broke eye contact and watched the train come to a complete stop, hoping it would hurry up so she could get on and get away from these fluttery feelings in her stomach.

The doors slid open and she stepped into the car with several other women, the brown-haired girl following closely behind. The sweet scent of perfume permeated the air of the cabin as Wicke slipped in, biting her lip as she held back soft moans as her breasts brushed against the other people, almost wishing that she had worn a bra but knew it wouldn't help her much, if at all. There were several open seats but they were too far away, so she sighed and adjusted her glasses as she took hold of the loop above her head. She looked around in a clear attempt to look casual, looking to see how far the doors between cabins were. Far enough to not be worth the effort, and she sighed sadly. Not the end of the world, and not the last time she'd get on this train to go for a hot, messy ride.

She stared out against the unlit tunnel wall of the subway as it began to slowly jostle and pull out of the station. Wicke tried to keep composed as the nearby women bumped into her lightly as it continued. It shouldn't have been so easy to make her weak, but her body was still burning with lust and desire, so it took very little to get her light in the head. She snapped to attention as she felt a smaller pair of breasts press into her back, the hair covering her right ear being brushed behind it as the sensation of the warm breath on her neck making her head swim.

"Good morning, sexy," a low feminine voice growled into her ear, a hand sliding up from her left hip and settled delicately on her hourglass waist. Slowly, Wicke turned her flushed to meet this woman's and, sure enough, it was the one from the platform. Her gaze went down to the brunette's lips, cocked in a self-assured grin, and finally meeting her hazel eyes.

"H-hello," she replied breathlessy, "C-can I help you?" The grin widened as the stranger bit her lip and pressed her face against the squirming assistant chief's ear.

"Oh, I think you can," she said, taking a quick nibble of Wicke's ear after. She let out a light chuckle as she rested her other hand on the other side of her waist and felt her shivering, "You seemed...distracted, Miss...?" Wicke gulped as she gripped the loop harder.
"Wicke," she said simply, incapable of even thinking of her last name. She felt the woman's nose trace along the inside of her ear, her teeth taking hold on the earlobe again briefly before letting go. Unable to contain herself anymore, she out a moan, then immediately covered her face and shifted her eyes around quickly. A few of the ladies nearby took notice, turning to the others and gesturing towards her. Her heart raced faster as she saw more eyes watch her and this stranger.

"Wicke. What a delicious name," the woman replied, "My name is Alex, and I hope you don't mind the intrusion, but after yesterday, I'm positive that you'll do perfectly." Her fingers slid around the front of Wicke's legs, her nails digging into her thighs as she pulled herself closer to the older woman. "Today is your lucky day. You've stumbled into a train that loves new ladies to play with." As Alex continued to speak, she took Wicke's hand off the loop and placed the back of it behind in the small of her back, then took the other arm and did the same. Wicke bit her lip and struggled for but a moment, but she knew she couldn't help the heat rising up her which prevented her from actually breaking free. It wasn't even that she "couldn't," but that she didn't want to.

"I was on the morning train this last morning, and I watched you get groped and fucked, and I knew," Alex growled against Wicke's neck, pressing her lips hard against the enticingly pink flesh. Wicke closed her eyes and felt her lean into the kiss, not even bothering to try to scold herself. "I knew you'd be perfect to play with here, too," she whispered as she slipped her right arm up the white dress. She then threaded her arms around Wicke like a bar, gripping it firmly and thrusting the pink sweater forward abruptly as her shoulders slipped back. Wicke's vision blurred as the young woman spun her around and she was met face-to-face with several dozen pairs of hungry eyes.

"Ladies, say hello to Wicke!" Alex said cheerily as she ran her fingernails up and down the flustered woman's spine, "Wicke, say hello to the nice ladies." The woman let out a timid greeting, watching as so many faces lit up began to approach her. She let out small cry of pleasure as countless soft probing hands reached out to her, groping her thighs and fondling her chest.

"You see Miss Wicke," Alex continued, her hand reaching out on top of the bursting cleavage and unbuttoning the shawl, "We run a fun little party down here as well, but ours is girls only." She tossed the shawl at one of the ladies off to the side as she press her thigh between Wicke's cheeks hard, sliding it back in forth so she could dig in. Wicke's head was swimming in a murky haze as hands of all sizes handled her with little care.

"Look at these breasts!" one of the younger girls cried out as she sank her fingers into the pink sweater, "I hope mine grow in like these one day." Wicke tried to give the girl a simple "Thank you," but the words refused to come out and were instead replaced by shivering sighs of pleasure. There was just too much going on for her to even think of thinking.

She was completely swarmed by hands, even more so than the previous day. Fingers were crawling up her back, only to scratch slowly back down. Several pairs were on her stomach, gently spreading out against the smooth texture of her skirt. Even more were wrapping themselves around her thighs, hands were fighting for space on her cheeks, somewhat parted thanks to the thigh pushed deep into her. She looked down to see horny faces stare up at her, feeling her legs tremble and her pussy ache as it slowly poured juices down her thighs, sweat joining it as it all slide into and onto her boots. The probing fingers met the intoxicating mixture halfway, and fingers were swiftly pulled out of the tight pencil skirt and into eager mouths. Wicke looked at Alex's face, her own flushed red and covered in sweat. The hazel eyes met her own green ones as she felt their lips meet for a moment, much to the approval of the crowd.

"Now then," Alex shouted, "Who wants to strip her down?!" Wicke gasped as the entire car cheered and the hands began to pull at her clothing mercilessly, her skirt slowly getting pulled down her legs. It took the efforts of quite a few of the ladies since it clung to her so tightly and her curvy hips being uncooperative, but it didn't take long for it to be dropped to the floor, the women helping legs step out of it and then spreading them wide apart, presenting her dripping mess of a crotch for all the girls to gaze at hungrily.

"Damn, where do you work that they make you wear something so tight? I love it!" a girl in her late teens with two bright blue pigtails squealed excitedly.

"Yeah, they don't make me wear anything this restrictive at work," said a woman who was a little older than Wicke and was wearing her office attire as well. She brushed some of the light brown hair out of her face and bit her lip as she held it and stared at it, "...Are they hiring?"

"Fuck, those thigh high boots are sexy as hell!" a punkish looking girl added, running her fingers down them.

Wicke's eyes rolled up as her head fell onto Alex's shoulder. Their hands were too much for her to handle any longer. Even more hands joined the ones before and groped at her naked abdomen and exposed legs. Alex's free hand slipped into her hair and coaxed it forward, making her watch as women of all shapes, ages and colors were running their hands up and down her sweaty thighs, hands slipping around her and firmly squeezing her bare ass, spanking them with no mercy and watching them jiggle in response. Her legs were constantly squirming and shivering, but as soon as she made contact with their eyes, saw the voracious lust in all of those eyes as the fondled, molested, and began to lick up her inner thighs, she couldn't take it anymore.

Wicke let out a loud cry of ecstasy as she began to convulse.  Juices sprayed from her with no shame as Alex kept a firm grip on the woman's arms, allowing her head to go where it needed to be. The ladies who were waiting for their turn cheered her on as the ones who were up on her pulled back for a moment, smiles on their faces as they helped her keep her balance. Her lower half was covered in hands, some trying to help her stay steady, most on her to feel the sweaty sticky mess that was her body as tremors continued to run through her.

"Oh my goodness, did you hear her moan?" a girl dresser as a breeder called out, "Quick, make her do it again, I need to get my phone and record that shit!" A numbers of the girls in the back took out phones, joining several who had had them out the entire time and began to take pictures of Wicke's trembling frame, commenting on how cute she was.

"Let's get this top off already, ladies!" Alex called out, looking at Wicke's exhausted face as the crowd cheered. The first wave of girls made way for the second wave, it being extremely clear that this was by no means their first time doing this. The brunette that had kept a firm grip on Wicke loosened for a bit as eager hands gripped the hem of the pink turtleneck and jerked it up quickly over her head, almost knocking her glasses off. Alex stopped them before they removed it and did it herself, but took the arms of it and tied Wicke's wrists together.

There was a hushed silence in the cabin as they all stared at her nude figure. Wicke looked at their faces but was too far gone in pleasure to be able to read what their emotion was. Alex nestled up to her ear once again bit her earlobe, pulling it downwards and letting it go.

"They love what they're seeing," she said in a low tone as her eyes scanned the crowd. She pulled Wicke in closer to her chest, resting her head on the sweaty shoulder as she took her sweet time gingerly wrapping her fingers around the melons. She let out an extended sigh of excitement as she squeezed them firmly. "Your breasts are so soft, Miss Wicke," she whispered as she kissed and bit on the woman's shoulder, "I could see myself falling asleep in these and never missing a pillow for the rest of my life." Wicke's head spun even more as the delicate fingers began to roll on the edges of her slightly puffy nipples, tracing slow circles all the way to the centers, then pinching them roughly.

"Take a good long look at all these lovely women, Miss Wicke," Alex purred, "They're all ready to pounce on you again." Her chest rising and falling quickly from her increased breathing, Wicke looked around once more to see phones out snapping pictures of her, some of them groping and playing with themselves as they watched her every moment with extreme interest.

"Are you ready to be their fucktoy and plaything again?" Alex whispered in the woman's ear, so quietly that no one else could hear. They could all tell whatever it had been was enough to cause the dark haired woman's legs to clamp together as she nodded intensely. "Yeah?" the whisper repeated, kissing the side of her sweaty face as she felt it rub fast against her lips in another feverish nod. "That's a good bitch," Alex cooed softly, "I think that you should tell them that you're ready to be their fucktoy and plaything. Nice and clear so they can hear you."

Wicke felt her head go extremely hazy and her body go numb as she said words out loud that she always wanted to, but could never let herself say. "P-please," she began, her heavy breathing from all of the excitement slowing her words down, "I-I'm ready to be your fucktoy and plaything again..." Alex tightened her grip as she felt the woman go slightly limp, juices pouring down her legs. It felt so good to finally let true desires out, and confessing to strangers made it even better, somehow.

Her vision was too blurry to make out the reaction. Many of the teenaged girls blushed hard and covered their faces, some of the more mature women following suit. The rest who were much more familiar with how the slow breakdown of inhibitions on the women's only train worked simply kept their phones out and continued to take pictures and recording. This woman was too adorably sexy to do anything less.

"Five minutes until arriving at Anville Town. Please prepare to exit," the voice overhead called out.

"You heard the man, everyone. Better give the wonderful Miss Wicke a warm farewell if you're hopping off," Alex said as she motioned two girls to come over and hold onto Wicke, and the crowd once again pounced on her, now fondling her naked breasts.

"Where ya going, 'Lex?" the dark-skinned girl she brought over to help handle Wicke called out. Alex stepped over to one of the benches and pulled off her backpack. She looked over her shoulder and revealed a long, thick strapon cock.

"Getting ready for the return trip," she said with a devilish grin.