3 comments/ 121563 views/ 15 favorites A Train Ride By: avalonia As the train pulled up to the platform, John noticed with some amusement that it was one of the older models - one with carriage compartments rather than all the seats open to one another. It was the last commuter train home from the city and not very crowded, too, so the thought of getting some sleep in a private compartment was appealing. He made his way down the narrow corridor of Carriage D, the last one, and chose a compartment. Though the old seats weren't too comfortable, all the curtains closed and he settled in for the next hour and a half until home - only one stop at the next station and it was express from there. He was just beginning to doze off when the compartment door burst open and a girl, dressed in a private school uniform, sat down noisily on the opposite seat. John gave her an annoyed glare and got a disdainful look in return. Weren't they supposed to learn manners at those schools? he thought. She looked about 18, probably in her last year of high school. He tried getting back to sleep, but it seemed every time he was about to nod off, the girl would make some very annoying noise - unzipping her backpack, flipping through a rather rustly magazine, opening and slurping on a bottle of drink, pressing buttons on her CD player... John sighed, dug out a newspaper from his briefcase and began to read, all hope of sleep lost. After a while he felt he was being watched - and lowered his paper a little to see the girl quickly look away, smirking slightly. This happened several times, and eventually he put his newspaper down and stared back at the girl. She wouldn't make eye contact anymore but looked nonchalantly out of the window at the darkened landscape. Then, very slowly, she put her feet up on the seat, drawing her knees to her chest. John's eyes couldn't help but travel downwards, noting he could see her bare thighs now, and - oh, god, - he looked away and thought he heard the girl stifle a giggle. It was a little hard to tell, but he was pretty sure that she wasn't wearing any knickers. Pretending nothing unusual was going on, the girl shifted her position several times over the next few minutes, each time making sure the man sitting opposite her at least glanced at her and down between her legs. Despite himself, John felt himself get the beginning of a hardon, hoping the girl wouldn't notice. Then the girl stood up, allegedly for the purpose of putting her backpack on the overhead rack. It was quite a reach for her, and her pleated skirt rode further and further up as she attempted to put her bag away...and then she turned around, smiled at him like nothing had happened, and sat back down on her seat. In an instant, John stepped across the compartment and straddled the girl, pinning her to the seat. he grabbed her face with one hand and said "What the hell do you think you're playing at?!" the girl, now quite scared, whispered, "It was just some fun..." "Fun, eh? How many men do you do this to every week? Hmm? better be careful little girl, one day you'll do it to someone like me. I don't take too well to women who tease and then expect everything to be just fine," John said as he roughly undid her school tie. Pulling it free from her collar, he then took hold of her wrists - his hands were large and he could easily hold both of her wrists in his grip. "Don't even think about screaming. I *will* hurt you quite a lot if you even think about." He wrapped her school tie several times around her wrists, knotting and securing them together, then tied the other end to the overhead rack, short enough that she was barely sitting on the seat and was stretched uncomfortably. He then undid his own tie, and used it to secure her ankle up to the overhead tack too, further out from her body. He stepped back and admired his quick handiwork - a pretty young thing all trussed up and ready to play...her cunt and arsehole forcibly exposed for anything he might wish to do. John leant over her and undid her school blouse, revealing smallish breasts encased in a plain little bra, which he removed quickly. The whimpering girl's nipples stiffened at the exposure to the cool air, and he reached out, cupping a breast in each hand and gently rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. He gradually pinched her nipples harder and harder until she was biting down hard on her bottom lip in an effort not to cry out. Keeping on pinching her left nipple, he leant down and began sucking and biting on the right nipple, increasing the pain level until he could hear her groaning though clenched teeth. He stopped suddenly and knelt back, and the girl gasped with relief. "So, did you like that?" he asked, and the girl replied "No! Please stop...I'm sorry for teasing you!" He reached out and traced a finger up and down her cunt lips, and said "I don't think you're sorry at all. I think you wanted this to happen, you've been just waiting for some man to take your flirting and teasing seriously and then fuck you...your cunt is very, very wet, you can't disguise that fact." He worked his finger up and down, over her inner and outer folds, coating his finger in her juices, which he then held up to her lips. "Go on, taste it," he ordered, pinching a nipple with his other hand. Tentatively she poked her tongue out and flicked it over his finger once, making a face. To that, he forced his finger between her lips and said "Suck it, you little bitch." She whimpered and began to suck on his finger gently, cleaning it of her own juices. "Better. How, hmmm..." he said as he sat back and looked at his prize. How humiliating for her if he could make her orgasm at least once, and what better way than... The girl gasped as John pressed his face into her exposed crotch, licking up and down her cuntlips, circling her clit which rapidly became quite hard, and nibbling on the sweet, sensitive flesh. He was careful not to penetrate her at all, wishing to save that, and continued eating the young girl's pussy until, against her will, he felt her began to stiffen and shudder, letting out a low groan of pleasure and crying with humiliation at the same time. "See? You're having so much fun! Now it's my turn," he said, and wiped his face on her school skirt. He unbuckled his belt, and slid his trousers down, taking out his very hard cock, which was by now aching incredibly for some action. The girl couldn't see his cock from where she was, and she was terrified - she'd only "done it" once before with a boy the same age as her, and that was awkward enough. John positioned himself between her legs, took hold of her around her waist, and began to suck and bite at her nipples and breasts as he pushed his aching cock slowly inside her. Her tied position and wetness made it easy for him to slide in, and he moaned deeply, holding still inside her all the way as he felt how incredibly hot she was. The girl bit down again on her lip as she tried not to think about her predicament, but was unable to ignore things as he began thrusting inside her, grinding into her as hard as he could, enjoying the feel of his entire cock enveloped in her hot, sticky flesh. He looked up and saw her eyes clenched tightly shut, and her breathing ragged. Then he spied something on the seat next to the girl. Her now-empty bottle of drink - and certainly an interesting size and shape it was... Much to her surprise, John pulled out of the girl, and she sighed, thinking her ordeal was now over. Again, to her even greater surprise, he took the bottle and began working it into her cunt. It was rather wider than his cock, but the girl was still quite wet. Nevertheless, he had to press it into her quite firmly, as she moaned like never before, and in a little while all he could see poking out of her cunt was the little red cap on the end of the bottle. He twisted it around and jiggled it a little, making sure it would stay there - the shape of the bottle seemed to hold it inside her very well. John knelt up close against her again, and to the girl's utter dismay, began to press his still-wet cock against her tiny arsehole. for the first time she began to really protest, and he grabbed her hair, pulling hard. "Didn't I tell you to be quiet, you little slut?!" he muttered, and took his handkerchief from his pocket and shoved it in her mouth. Only muffled cries came from the girl now. He resumed pressing himself into her arsehole, finding it quite difficult with her tightness and the bottle held inside her cunt, but eventually he managed to force the head of his cock beyond her tight ring, making the girl pull hard against her bonds and wail into her gag. Ignoring her distress, he continued pushing himself further and further into her arse, and eventually the base of his cock was resting against her hole. As he began to fuck her, thrusting in and out only a little way at first, he gently circled his fingers over her still-hard clit, and as his thrusting increased speed, so did the rubbing on her clit. The sensation was incredible - fucking this girl's arse at an unusual angle while a ridged bottle filled up her cunt, and the girl's own muscles began clenching around him as he forced her to her second orgasm. The girl was quite exhausted now and hung almost limply from her bonds, but John kept fucking her harder and harder until he could stand it no longer, thrusting deeply into her arse one last time and emptying himself inside her to incredible pleasure and relief. He withdrew from her arse, cock softening, and slowly dressed himself, watching the girl as he did. He pulled the gag out of her mouth and untied her, and she collapsed down into the seat, whimpering softly. John leant down and whispered to her, "You know you look pretty good dressed up as a schoolgirl. Maybe I'll have to work on my headmaster act when we get home..." A Train Ride Ch. 01 I was so fucking horny, I just couldn't stand it. I'd been at work all day and was now on my way home from work on the train. The car was deserted as I'd had to work late that night, so I took advantage of my isolation. I was wearing a short skirt and a thong. Easy access! I turned my mp3 player up as loud as it would go and closed my eyes as I started caressing my body through my thin clothing. The slow, steady sway of the train as it made its way down the track was extremely sensual. Soon, I had two fingers buried in my twat, frigging away madly to the rhythm of the music blasting in my head. Oh. Yes! I was so close to going over the edge. It felt so good. The movement of the car, the bass pounding in my head..............then I felt a rather commanding tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Of course I couldn't hear anyone else come onto the train, and even if I'd had my eyes open, my...visitor...came up from behind. I slowly removed my hand from under my skirt and used my free hand to pull my head phones out of my ears. "May I see your ticket please Miss?" a deep sexy voice said. Great, just great. In five years riding this train, I've had exactly two ticket checks.....including this one. I was on the type of public transit that is loosely based on the honour system, but of course for that to be effective, they have a whole team of security guards that do random checks, just to make sure everyone did indeed buy a ticket. I fumbled around in my purse, trying as fast as I could to find my proof of purchase, my right hand still glistening with my pussy juices. I wished a hole would just open up in the floor of the train and swallow me. My face was burning and I knew I must have turned ten shades of red in the time that the security guard had been standing there. "Here you go Sir." I said, turning and looking at the man who had so rudely interrupted me for the first time. Okay, that hole can come anytime now! Like NOW would be great! Standing over me was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen outside of a Cosmo magazine. He was about 6'2", 190 lbs, pure muscle. Dark wavy hair cut in a messy crop flying every which way. And the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen in my life. We made eye contact briefly and I looked away as fast as I could. But I felt him standing there, looking down at me with his beautiful, piercing eyes. Finally, after he'd been there for what seemed like forever....and definitely to long to check the date and time on my ticket, I turned around to look at him again. It seems like he was just waiting for me to do it. Our eyes met again, and as they did, he brought the ticket up to his nose. There was a small dark patch where my pussy wet forefinger had touched the ticket. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the aroma of my essence, and then proceeded to walk away with my ticket. Since I rode the train to and from work five days a week, I always bought a monthly pass. Now, if it had been the end of the month, I would have let him walk away with it and paid a little more to get to work for the rest of the month, but it was only the fourth and I wanted my ticket back. "Hey, where do you think you're going with that?" I called angrily as he sauntered away. "Don't worry Miss, you won't be needing it again for sometime.' he called back, not even bothering to turn around. Now what was I gonna do? And what did he mean by what he said as he was leaving? I was fuming, as much at myself as at this cocky security guard that had just ruined my whole evening. Why couldn't I just wait until I got home to relieve myself? Draw a nice bubble bath to get myself nice and horny. Then get out and put on my nice silky robe. Choose a porno from my vast collection. Something with a woman getting the shit fucked out of her by at least two guys and orgasm as I watched two dicks pump in and out of some slutty porn star that only makes one noise during sex............. What the fuck is wrong with me. After what just happened, I'm still thinking this way. "So, I spoke to my superiors, and although I firmly believe that you're getting off waaaaaay too easily, they decided I should let you off with a warning. If you ever get caught doing that again, there will be.....dire......consequences." With each word, he was leaning closer and closer to me. He smelled so damn good. Like you know when a guy walks by you on the street and even if you don't see them, you smell their cologne. It's just the right scent for that guy, and it makes you want to turn around, grab him and drag him into an alley way....... Wow, I need to get laid, and fast! I came out of my little day dream, I realized my 'friend' was still there. "Can I have my ticket back please?" I asked a little tartly "Well I suppose, but first you have to do something for me." I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to try and hide it from him. "What!?" "Raise your right hand." "I beg your pardon? I asked in disbelief "Raise your right hand!" this time he said it in a tone that brooked not argument. "Okay, okay." I said as I started to raise my arm. Before I knew what was happening, he had a strong hand around my wrist and pulled my arm up rather roughly. "Ow!" I cried out "What the FUCK are you doing?" He didn't answer, just continued to pull me up until I had no choice but to stand. As I got up to my full height, I looked up at him defiantly. Then he took my hand, which was still firmly in his grasp, and smelled my fingers, the same way he did my ticket just a little while earlier. Then he slowly opened his mouth, just slightly, while staring directly into my eyes. He pushed my hand back down a little bit, not for a moment releasing my eyes from his. He separated my fingers sp that he was holding my index finger between his index finger and thumb and slowly took it into his mouth. As his tongue met my finger, my body ceased to be in my control. My eyes closed, in spite of myself. With my eyes closed, my other senses became so intense; I thought I would over load. The feel of his warm, wet tongue caressing my fingers, sucking what was left of my juices of my finger. The intoxicating scent of his cologne. That almost over-powering feeling of desire pulsing through my pussy. I thought my knees were going to cave in under me. "Mmmmmmmmm." I couldn't help but moan. "You like that do you?" he whispered hoarsely in my ear as he rearranged my hand so he was now holding my middle finger. "Well you little slut, we're just getting started." With that, he took my middle finger deep into his mouth. "Suck it you little bitch." he said Now usually I would take exception to being spoken to like that, but something about the way this man spoke to me. It only made me hotter. I was ready to do anything he wanted me to do. So I sucked. He started pumping his finger in and out of my mouth, like he was fucking it. "Now, take your shirt off." "What if we get caught? Won't anyone else be getting on?" "Did I tell you to ask questions you cock loving whore?" "Well.....no." "Well nothing! Take off your fucking shirt." He didn't yell. In fact his voice was completely controlled. The confidence of this man was making my pussy literally pour out juices. Knowing that all this man had to do was say the word and I would follow his lead, made me feel so.....venerable......so desired.......so fucking horny. I started taking off my shirt. "Just to put your mind at ease, we're currently well out of town, hardly anyone else will be getting on between here and our stop, which is over an hour away, f.y.i. plus as soon as I came in here and saw what you were doing, I locked the doors to this car." "Well, aren't you just a regular Sherlock Holmes." I commented flippantly. "Hey, no attitude from you. Got it!" "Yeah, sure." I said, rather half heartedly. Through out this entire exchange, he was undoing his pants. Now, very quickly, he bent over and in one motion, pulled his pants and boxers down to his feet. "I don't think you're really getting this honey." He said with a dark edge in his voice. He grabbed a fist full of my hair in his hand and as he sat down pulled my head down toward his crotch. I cried out in pain as his hand wretched in my hair. It was exactly what he wanted. My mouth opened wide, just in time for his thick 9 1/2" erection to plunge into my mouth. He groaned deep in his throat as the head of his dick hit the back of my throat, causing my gag reflex to kick in. "Oh God." he groaned He brought his other hand up to the back of my head, and started bouncing it up and down on his engorged cock. "Oh fuck!" he yelled. "If your mouth feels this good, I can't even imagine what your pussy and ass are gonna feel like." I moaned over his pulsating cock, sending a shiver through his whole body. Before I knew it, a stream of cum was shooting deep into my throat. "Fuck! Holy shit!" I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was no possible way I could swallow fast enough. Little streams of jism oozed out around his cock and down my chin. He pulled his still rock hard member out of my mouth and admired his handy work. He took his thumb and ran it up my chin, pushing the rest of his cum up into my mouth. He looked deeply into my eyes. There was even a hint of tenderness there. And just as quickly as it was there, it was gone again. In an instant, he had a hand on each of my upper arms, holding tight enough for it to feel uncomfortable. He pushed me roughly up against the side of the swaying train, pushing his massive erection into my stomach, holding my body in place with his. He bent down and bit my neck while his hands roved all over my body. Eventually, one hand found its way up my skirt while the other worked on my tits through my thin lacy bra. By this time, my nipples were hard as rock and straining against the lace of my bra. He took one in his hand and twisted it hard while he shoved a thick finger deep into my cunt. "Holy fuck!" I cried out unable to hold back. "Mmmmmmmmm. I like your dirty talk you bitch. I'm gonna hear a lot more of that before our time together is over." The next thing I knew, he'd thrown me down on a seat, gotten down on his knees and buried his mouth in my pussy. I felt his tongue flicking over my clit with an urgency that I'd never felt before in my life. I was cumming in less than a minute, wave upon wave of pleasure washing over me. Soon I was shaking uncontrollably, right in the height of my orgasm. "This stop, Port Laurel." Without any ceremony, he stood, pulling up his pants and doing them up. I quickly recovered my shirt and fixed my very rumpled skirt. "Hey, Port Laurel? How far away am I from my stop?" "I told you, over an hour. Eight stops, at least." "Well when's the next train back?" I saw him smile for the first time, and my heart fluttered a little. "Sorry honey, but this was the last train for the night." "WHAT!?!?!?!? It'll cost me a fortune to get back in a cab!" "Wow, you're not a very good listener. I told you I was going to hear 'a lot more' of your 'dirty talk before out time together was over.' And I haven't heard anything like that out of you since what caused me to make that comment. You're coming home with me darlin." "Like hell I a......" He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me for the first time. Soft sensual kisses that belied the aggressive man to whom I had submitted only minutes ago. I melted into him. I was so confused, but that kiss made up my mind. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret this later." I said as he took my hand in his. "I won't." he said, a grin on his face. With that we stepped off the train into the cool summer night. I couldn't help but wonder what I'd gotten myself into. Then I realized I didn't really care. If what happened on the train was only a warm up, I was in for the fuck of my life! To be continued........... A Train Ride Ch. 02 What the hell are you doing? That was the little voice in my head talking to me as the gravity of the situation I was in hit me like a brick wall. Here I was with this guy I'd only just met........Oh my God, I don't even know this guy's name! I've already been coerced into giving him a blow job, and he'd forced me to let him eat me out, and I didn't even know his name. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" "I don't have to think I'm anyone. I'm Eric." "Ha ha, very funny." I said snidely as I tried to free my hand from his. "Hey bitch," he said as he felt me start to struggle. "Haven't you learned your lesson yet? I'm in control here. You don't even know exactly where you are; let alone how to get home from here if I was to let you go." We had stopped walking and he was leaning very close to me. He had me trapped with his gaze, and I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. His voice dropped to a hoarse lust-filled whisper as he continued. "I would hate to let you go and then find out on the news that some animal took advantage of you." I shuddered, but not the bad shutter my mind was telling me I should have. Clever, this guy's was very clever. He was the one taking advantage of me, but he was still trying to make me think I needed his protection, and he was right. I had no idea where I was, how to get home. I was far enough from my town that I would need to call a Port Laurel cab company, and I didn't know a number. It seems he purposely paused to let this all sink in. He must have known exactly the train of thought that was speeding through my head at this moment. "Don't piss me off, or I'll make you pay dearly." I get sarcastic when I'm scared or uncomfortable. My defense mechanism. Not such a good thing at this point. "Ooooh." I taunted him, "I'm just terrified." "You know bitch, I thought you would have learned your lesson on the train." His voice was as cold as ice and as hard as steel as he suddenly veered off into an alley way, pulling me roughly behind him. "But you're the slowest fucking learner I've ever met." With that he threw me up against the brick wall of the building. Not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough to make sure I knew without any shadow of a doubt that I had no control over what was going to happen to me next. He reached up under my skirt and ripped my lacy thong right off of me. I couldn't help but let out a little gasp at his aggressiveness. "You will not make a sound, do you understand me?" I nodded my head yes, as he stared into my honey brown eyes. I knew he could see the fear there; it satisfied his need to be the stronger one in this encounter. I also knew he could see excitement, no matter how hard I tried to hide it, it was there, and that turned him on. His slightly larger than average cock was already hard again and bulging against his pants. Without ceremony he shoved two thick fingers up into my pussy. I cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure. I simply couldn't hold back. "I told you no noise you whore and I meant it." He still didn't yell. Every word he spoke was perfectly controlled. All that changed was the tone with which he said it. "Now you're gonna have to be punished for that." He reached under my light spring trench coat and shirt to unclasp my bra. "Pull it off without taking off your shirt or coat." He commanded walking around behind me. "And no noise. If you can manage to do it silently, I'll let you off without punishment for the gasp you made." How hard could it be? Sure it would take a little creative maneuvering to get under the sleeves of my shirt and my coat, but I'd definitely be able to do it without making noise, right? Wrong! Eric reached up under my skirt from behind me and started rubbing my very wet, very sensitive clit. I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from making another noise. With a lot of will power, I kept myself under control as I concentrated on getting my left arm up the sleeves of my clothing to get at my bra strap, but Eric wasn't going to make it easy for me. My body reflexively tensed up as he added just a little more pressure and just a little more speed to the caresses he was giving my clit. I almost lost my fight to keep quiet, but again I prevailed, but it was definitely harder. Finally I grasped my bra strap and quickly pulled it down and out of my sleeves. One down, one to go. He'd sped up again, but it was well within my comfort zone. Just as I grabbed on to my bra strap, he added another finger, covering even more of my clit with intense sensation. I swallowed down a gasp as I heard him sigh behind me. I had to smile to myself a little. I must be doing better than he'd hoped. I got the strap out; now all that was left to do was reach up under my shirt and pull the bra out. Just as I got a hold of my bra, both fingers slid up into my pussy as far as they could go. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed. Crap! Now what? "You must have got terrible marks in school for following instruction. Looks like you'll be getting your punishment after all. Pull your shirt up over your tits and turn around." I did as I was told. What else was there to do? Once I had my back to Eric and my front to the brick wall, Eric pressed me into the building very firmly. Then he started grinding his rock hard erection into my ass, causing my breasts to rub slightly up and down on the rough surface of the brick wall. It was extremely uncomfortable and after only a few strokes, the sensitive skin on my breasts and especially my nipples was starting to burn. "How does that feel you little slut? You like that?" Eric hissed into my ear. I shook my head no as the first tears began to roll down my cheeks. "Well then," he said without stopping. "I guess you won't be disobeying orders anymore will you?" I shook my head no and he stopped moving. He turned me around and pushed my back against the wall again. He leaned down and took as much of my breast into my mouth as he could. It felt like heaven! His warm wet tongue liking my red, burning skin, flicking at my raw nipples. The feeling was unbelievable. After a little while he moved to my other tit, repeating the pussy soaking performance. Somehow I managed to keep quite, I'm not sure how, but I did it. "Okay," he said when he'd had enough. "Time for dinner. Let's go." Was this guy serious? He thought he'd be able to take me to dinner and I would behave. Finally my chance to get away. "Don't even think about it. Oh, and by the way you can speak again; if you must." "Well first of all, get the fuck out of my head." He laughed derisively. "Why? I rather enjoy it in there." I bent over to pick up my brad and he planted a hard slap on my ass. "Hey, what was that for?" "Do I have to have a reason? Nope! Leave the bra. I like the way your horny nipples look through that shirt without it." I sighed deeply. Great, now wherever I was going I was going to look like a tramp. Could this night get any worse? We got back out into the street and he took my hand again. I had retreated into myself, trying to figure out what to do. He noticed my mood and decided something needed to be done about it. He stopped short, causing me to take another two steps forward before he began to pull me back toward him. He took me in his arms and gave me the best most sensual kiss I've ever received in my life. It started slow and soft, his mouth open to mine, then he started teasing me by flicking his tongue across the soft insides of my lips every once in a while. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan from deep in my throat. I was on such a rollercoaster. One minute I was scared of this guy. Not terrified, but definitely scared, wondering what he was capable of, and the next, I was ready to give myself to him completely. He was jerking me around like a yo-yo and loving every minute of it. Abruptly he stopped, and without a word, or even eye contact, took my hand and continued down the street. We arrived a few minutes later at a small ice-cream shop, that by the looks of it was just getting ready to close up. Although there was still someone at the cash register, the front lights were off and the man was clearly counting the day's take. "Eric," I said "This place is closed." "Thanks Sherlock." He quipped. "Touché." I mumbled under my breath. As we walked up to the door, the man who was behind the cash register looked up and smiled.He wasn't as good looking as Eric. He was about the same height, but weighed easily 230, not an ounce of fat. An interesting person to see working at an ice-cream shop. He jotted something down on a napkin; probably the number he'd left off at, and came to unlock the door to the shop. "Hey man, what's up? Is this her?" Is this who! What the fuck is going on here. "Sure is." Eric said looking down at me. His tone and the look of his eyes were like those of a guy proudly showing off a girlfriend, not of a person who was planning on doing who knows what to a woman he just met on the train. "Wow! You were right. She's a fuckin''' hottie! Hi Shaunna." Sh-Shaunna!?!?! I looked from Eric's friend to him and back again. "How the fuck does this guy know my name?" He didn't even acknowledge that I'd spoken. "As you can see, she's a bit feisty." Eric said to his friend. "Don't worry, that's nothing I can't deal with." "I know it." Eric replied. We walked into the shop and Eric plopped my down in a booth before following his buddy behind the counter. I couldn't hear much of what they said, but the lewd looks they were shooting at me didn't leave much to the imagination. I did over hear Eric call his buddy Doug. A lotta good that did me. "Shaunna, get your filthy ass over here." commanded Eric after about twenty minutes. I got up and walked over, trying not to notice the two of them looking me up and down as my unrestrained breasts bounced slightly as I moved. "This is Doug. He's gonna fuck you now." Eric stated in a ridiculously matter of fact tone. Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? What do you say to that? What do you do? Well if you're me, you do something stupid. "Who the FUCK do you think you are your fucking shit head!" I screamed as I slapped Eric across the face. Before I knew what hit me, Eric had my right arm and leg, Doug my left and they were lifting me up onto the counter. I squirmed and kicked, but they were just too strong. I just couldn't get away, but I was putting up too much of a fight for them to do anything to me. They were too busy trying to control me. Just then, I felt Eric's lips close over mine as I was vehemently cussing them off. It was that mind blowing, knee bucking soft sensual kiss again. For some reason, when he kisses me like that, I forget who he is and what he's doing to me. I get lost, literally in the feeling of his lips on mine. This kiss lasted much longer than the previous two and I was really starting to get into it. Had I opened my eyes, I would have known why he was kissing me so long, but alas, they were closed and I found out too late. Doug had been undressing while Eric's mouth was flying me to heaven. I didn't know until I felt him climb up on the counter and in one swift motion; jam his huge cock into my pussy. "Fuckin'' right!" he exclaimed. I squealed through Eric's mouth. I'd never had a cock that big inside of me before, only seen them in my porn collection. This one was too big to be comfortable. Doug had me pinned down from my waist down and as he began to pump in and out of me, he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the counter. Eric stepped away from the counter, undoing his pants. He took a seat close by and started palming his dick as he watched his friend jam his huge sausage in my tight little cunt. "Fuck Eric! She's............fantastic." Panted Doug. "I can see........why........you obsessed over her.......all this.....time." Obsessed over her? All this time? I turned to see Eric's reaction to his friend's comment, but as usual he was completely unreadable. He just looked into my eyes and gave me a sly smile. Doug didn't like that he didn't have my attention while he was fucking me, so he decided to do something about it. All of a sudden he slammed into me especially hard, causing me to scream in pain. My head snapped back and I could see a fire in his eyes that scared me. Not the way Eric scared me. This scared me to the pit of my stomach and made my hair stand on end. He didn't stop his brutal use of me once I was looking at him either. He kept on pumping hard and fast. I thought he was going to stop any second, but he didn't. He just kept drilling his dick into me, the head hitting my cervix with each savage thrust, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing through the all but empty shop. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Doug went flying off the counter. I turned to see Eric standing right beside me. As the pain began to subside, I realized what had happened. Eric had punched him square in the face. What was with this guy? He used me mercilessly, played with my head and forced me to do things I never thought myself capable of doing, then he did something like this. Maybe he wasn't what I thought. "Get up and pull your fucking skirt down, now!" he barked. Okay, so maybe he is what I think. Doug was out cold as we stepped out of the ice cream shop and back into the night. I was so torn. Do I trust him or not. Will he hurt me? Part of me was sooooo drawn to this man, his confidence, his simmering sensuality. Everything about him pulled at me. But at the same time, look at what he'd already done to me. Or had he really done anything to me? Surely if I didn't really want it, I would have been able to fight him off, or at least make things a little more difficult, right? Maybe this mystery man, who seemed to know so much about me, was really just fulfilling the desires that I had under the surface. Desires that I'd fought to bury deep inside me for all these years. But I didn't have time for psychoanalysis right now. I had to get my feet back under me. "What was that all about?" I asked him, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Its none of your fucking business bitch. Shut up and walk." So, that's what I did. We walked about six blocks before he turned off the main street on to a side street lined with town houses. He led me up the steps to one and fished for his keys in his pocket. He had his back to me as he went to put the key in the door. Now was my chance! I turned around, ran down the stairs and started down the street the way we had come, not looking back for a second. Surely I could find a police officer of someone who would help me get home, if only I could get far enough away. Just as that thought began to lift my spirits, I felt a hand grab my upper arm and pull me to a stop so fast that I fell flat on my ass. It was the middle of the night by this point and there was no one around to see the drama. Eric must have gone into his house before coming to get me, because he had rope and duct tape in his hand. He knelt down and quickly tied my feet together. I tried to struggle but he did it so fast, I couldn't help but wonder how many times he'd performed a similar action. He let out a length of rope and brought it up to my hands, quickly looping it around a couple times. The wrapped it firmly, but didn't tie it. Again he was one step ahead of me. Just as I was taking a deep breath to let out a scream, a length of duct tape came up over my mouth, stopping the scream before it even had a chance to grow. The rope he'd wrapped around my hands had been sufficient to keep me busy trying to get it off while he taped my mouth. He went back and finished tying me, then lifted me into a standing position before bending over and throwing me over his shoulder, my torso hanging facing his back and one arm around my bound legs. He started at a brisk pace back toward his house. To be completed... A Train Ride Ch. 03 Here is the third part of the story, and although it's been quite a while in coming, I hope those of you who enjoyed the first and second chapters feel that this third installment does the story justice. ********** Effectively robbed of my own will, my mind started to race. What could I do? I'd been on such an emotional roller coaster ride, I didn't even know which way was up, let alone which way to go to get back to the train station. And what was that crap about obsessing over me, and how did his asshole buddy know my name? Eric carried me up the steps to his townhouse and closed the door behind him. Then, we took another flight of stairs and within a minute or two, he dropped me unceremoniously onto his King size bed. He turned around to close the bedroom door before turning back to me. He looked straight into my eyes as he walked back toward the bed, no doubt seeing the fear there. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his tone gentle and pacifying. I wanted to believe him, but after all that had happened, I just couldn't push aside my fear of him. "I'm going to take the tape off your mouth, but only if you promise not to scream, okay?" I managed to nod my head. I figured if I didn't scream right away, I could let him think I was comfortable and scream later. Very gently, much more so than I would have expected, he began to peel the tape from my mouth. He continued to look into my eyes with a tenderness that confused me. This was too much, just a little while ago, he gave me to his barbarian friend to use and abuse, then, when he did it, he punched him out cold. Okay, so maybe running wasn't the best idea, but what would you have done? Once the tape was off, Eric began running his hands over my body. Down one arm, then up he other. Over my stomach, gently, almost protectively. Then he moved down and ran a hand from my ankle up to my hips and back down, his eyes following the path of his hands over my body. In spite of myself, I began to relax. Just when I closed my eyes, and a soft moan escaped my lips, the hands abruptly left my body. "I'm gonna run downstairs and get you a drink," he said getting up from the bed. "I'm sure you could use one. Is Vodka and OJ alright?" I nodded my head as I closed my eyes, hoping to find a refuge in the darkness. I heard the door of the bedroom close and looked around for the first time. It was very tastefully decorated, but still completely masculine. It was all in grays and deep blues, and it had a very sensual air to it. But that would make sense. Obviously Eric was a very sexual person it only fit that his personal space would reflect that. In spite of everything that had happened, I couldn't help but still be attracted to him. That super confident air he exuded made my pussy positively tingle, even just thinking about it. And when he was actually in the room? Forget about it. Those greener than green eyes, those lips and the way his hands felt controlling my body. And that smile. By God that smile! As I was thinking this, I noticed a pair of scissors on the bed side table. They were easily accessible with a little maneuvering. Odd, this guy didn't seem like the type to make a mistake like that. The only reasonable explanation was that it wasn't a mistake. It must be some kind of test, but what to do? And how long had he been gone? It didn't take that long to mix a Screwdriver, so what was he up to? I pondered my options for a few more minutes, abysmal as they were, but finally decided I had to take the chance to get away. I moved around on the bed until I could reach the scissors. Getting them to cut through the bonds on my hands wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but after about 10 minutes, I finally managed. I quickly cut through the ropes on my feet, and looked around the room once again, considering my options. I pocketed the scissors, knowing that they may come in handy as a weapon. I walked over to the window and looked out, hoping there would be a tree close enough to the window for me to climb out, but no such luck. As I turned back around, I noticed a stack of pictures on his dresser. Racy pictures, X rated pictures of him. Part of my mind was screaming that I should leave, but I couldn't help myself. I picked up the stack and began to flip through. The first was a full body shot of him, showing me just what an amazing specimen of manhood he really was. He had a clearly defined 6 pack, enough to be sexy, but not too much so. I thought back to his body pressing up against mine and involuntarily let out a sigh. The next picture showed him further down and holding on to his cock, staring right into the camera. I couldn't help but feel jealous of the woman who must have taken those pictures. The pictures just got hotter and hotter. One was a close up of his fist on his cock. One of a woman with his cock buried down her throat. I was getting so horny, and I could feel the juices start building up in my snatch. That was my wake up call. I HAD to get out of here, and soon. I turned around to leave, only to find a solid wall of chest blocking my way. I almost ran into him before I realized he was there. I looked up at him, and he did not look happy. "What do you think you're doing," he asked, that controlled coldness back in his voice. Part of me wanted to tell him I was just waiting for him, but I just couldn't take anymore. "What the fuck do you think I'm doing you asshole?" I screamed at him. "I'm trying to get the fuck away from you." He didn't say anything, just kept looking into my eyes. He took one step closer to me, restricting my personal space even further, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me step away from him. "You're holding me against my will and when I get out of here, I'm gonna make sure you see the inside of a jail cell for a very long time." Still no response, just another step forward. "Where the fuck do you get off," I yelled. One more step towards me. By now, the edge in my voice was starting to wan. His presence this close to me was ripping down the wall I'd built up just a few minutes before. Now, he came so close that I had no choice but to step back to avoid touching him. He took advantage and continued moving toward me. Once he had me pressed up against the wall beside the window, his body a mere inches from mine, he leaned in close and growled in my ear, "What makes you think you're ever getting out of here?" The tone of his voice, the sound of sexual need underlying every word, made me catch my breath, but I wasn't completely gone yet. I slowly moved my right hand to the pocket of my skirt to retrieve the scissors I'd hid there. As quickly as I could, I swung up to try and stab him in the arm, but he was too fast for me. He grabbed my hand as it reached its highest point before plunging down. He easily disarmed me and wretched my arm around my back. He held me there, bringing me as close as possible to his body. "Shauna?" A tremble went through my body as that sexy voice said my name for the first time. "Shauna," he repeated. "What am I going to do with you?" I refused to answer him, and he was beyond actually wanting a response. He was completely in control, and he was ready to take full advantage of that fact. Roughly, he pushed me toward the bed, his grip hard, just short of painful. "You fucking bitch," he said, his voice betraying some emotion for the first time. "I've wanted you since we were teenagers, and you never even gave me the time of day. And why, because I was a geek? Because I wasn't one of those retard jocks that you let treat you like dirt? Well that's fine Shauna. If that's what it takes to get to fuck you, I'm willing to be just like them." He threw me down on the bed, and before I could even recover from the force of hitting the mattress, he was on top of me. I was on my side, as he drew up the scissors and began deftly cutting the remaining clothing off my body. "Please Eric. Please don't do this to me. I'm begging you!" I cried out, terrified of the tone the encounter had taken. "I've never even known anyone named Eric my whole life." "Eric's my middle name," he grunted, not pausing from his task. When he was finished with the scissors, he threw them across the room, smashing a picture on his wall. He grabbed me and turned me forcefully onto my back before letting the full weight of his body rest on mine. Again, that piercing gaze ripped down any defenses I had left. How could I have ever known anyone like him without noticing? Those eyes alone were enough to stay with you. I wasn't given any time to continue my musings. Eric was very close to losing that cool veneer that he'd hidden behind since the moment I met him on the train, and it seemed that he wanted to get things to a certain point before completely letting his emotions come out. It's a good thing I was already wet, because he was finished playing games. All of a sudden, I felt my pussy fill up with Eric's very large, and very hard cock. He let out a loud groan as he bottomed out in my pussy, and I couldn't suppress the cry that exploded from my lungs at being so wholly invaded. For a long minute, he just stayed like that, buried balls deep in my pussy, enjoying the feeling of my wet, warm hole blanketed around his throbbing manhood. Then very slowly, he began moving his hips, drawing himself all the way out, so that the head of his dick just rested on my pussy lips before quickly, and forcefully thrusting all the way back in. This slow, but intense rhythm was driving me crazy, and it was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud, but I managed to keep quiet, determined not to let my rapist know how much I was enjoying his technique. "You know bitch, we already played this game," he said between thrusts. Between trying to keep quiet, and the amazing orgasm I could feel building in my twat, I was in no condition to figure out what he was talking about. "What are you talking about?" I asked in a whisper, not trusting myself to use my full voice, lest he hear the desire in it. "Back after we got off the train, I told you not to make any noise, remember?" I nodded. "Well, I'm tired of that game. I think its time for a new game." Game?! What the fuck?!?!?! This was all just a game to him. Hearing that was all I needed to get angry again. "I am not your personal play thing you bastard," I yelled at him. He had been steadily thrusting in and out of me through out the whole exchange, but now he stopped, his cock less than an inch from my glistening pussy. I tilted his head to one side as he slowly, deliberately let his eyes travel down my body, taking in every curve. "Well, from where I am right now, I'd have to disagree with that," he said, slamming himself into me hard as he finished his sentence. "Ahhhhhhh!" I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain so exquisite that it pushed me over the edge. My body started bucking off the mattress, and his motions matched my every move, prolonging my orgasm longer that I knew was possible. "You.......see?" He asked between thrusts. "You're.....completely in......my control.......If I want.......you to stop.....cumming......all I......have to do is......." He left his statement unfinished as he pulled out of me, and leaned back on his haunches to survey his work. I had come all over the sheets, and I knew that he was looking at the wet patch between my legs. I tried to sit up, but before I could move, he was on me again, this time straddling my chest. He grabbed me under the shoulders, and propped me up against the pillows so that his huge cock was level with my mouth. "And," he picked up where he'd left off, "if I want a blow job, there's absolutely nothing you can do about it." I closed my lips as tight at I could, but he just repeated his move from the train, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back sharply. As I opened my mouth in surprise, He shoved his cock inside. "Mmmmmmmmm baby," he moaned. "Even unwilling, you have the best mouth I've ever fucked." He got into a steady pace, pumping in and out of my mouth, never drawing all the way out. I quickly had to learn to breathe through my nose whenever he pulled out far enough. Soon, I could feel his dick pulsating, and I knew he was coming close to finishing. As if just to confirm my deduction, he starting fucking my mouth harder and faster. His breath was quick and ragged, and I could see sweat starting for form on his perfectly toned torso. Just before he came, he thrust as deep as he could into my throat, and held himself there. "AHHHHHH, FUCK!!!!!" He yelled as his hot spunk started shooting down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow, something I had never done for any man in my life. He continued to pump in and out of my face for a few minutes after his orgasm had subsided. To my dismay, I noticed that his dick wasn't even a little bit soft. This was going to go on all night. Again it was as if he was reading my thoughts. "Yep," he said, with a definite air of pride in his voice, "still rock hard, and I will stay like that for hours. In fact, I've yet to meet a woman who could go as long as me." As he spoke, he laid himself down on my right side. He hooked a leg around my leg and pulled me open. "But tonight isn't just about me my dear. Tonight, I'm going to make you beg for me. Tonight, you're going to feel like you've never had sex before tonight. After tonight, I'll be the only man you'll ever want to have sex with." I heard his voice, and my mind processed the words, but I didn't want to believe him. I was past fighting him, but I promised myself he would never get the satisfaction of hearing me beg. He began rubbing his hands over my body, gently, but in a firm, possessive way. Again, his eyes took me in, memorizing every part of my body. I noticed he seemed to be more relaxed, maybe because after hours of sexual stimulation, he'd finally had a release. Maybe now was a good time to get some information. "How do you know me Eric? What's your first name?" "Uh, uh." He said, coming out of his reverie. "You'll get answers once I get what I want." "What's that?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want me to beg for you? Well, I got a news flash for you buddy, it ain't gonna happen, so you may as well forget about it now." I hadn't noticed how much his caressing was turning me on, until suddenly, there were two fingers on my clit. I gasped as his big, warm fingers started fondling me with just the right pressure and rhythm. Just when I got myself under control from this sensation, he leaned over me and started sucking on one of my nipples. This time, it was a moan that escaped my lips. This guy was an expert in the art of sexuality. He always knew just when it was time to turn in up a notch to get what he wanted. Next came a finger thrust into my snatch. And unlike other guys that had done this, he didn't stop at just pushing his finger in and out. He curled his finger upward inside of me, and started caressing the top of my sex, deep inside. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and had my hips bucking up off the bed, trying to savour the sensation. Then he added a second finger, and started curling and uncurling at the opposite time as the first. The feeling was beyond explanation, and before I knew it, another orgasm was building up inside of me. I could feel it coming, like a wave off on the horizon, it was only a matter of time........ "I think that's enough for now." He pulled away from me as he said the words. "NO!" I cried before I could stop myself. "What was that?" He asked. "N-nothing." I stammered. "No babe, I don't think that was nothing." He replied. He started rubbing my clit again, so lightly, at first I thought it was just air passing over it, but he steadily increased the pressure so that in less than a minute I was on the verge of cumming again. And again, he stopped. I needed so badly to get off, to release, and I knew the only way it would happen was for me to give in. "Please....' I whispered. He let his hand rest on my pussy again, but didn't caress me. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that." "I said 'please'" I answered a little louder. "Please what?" He asked, letting a finger drop so it was resting on my swollen, sensitive clit. "Please fuck me. Oh God please, just do it. I can't take it anymore." The words rushed out of my like a wave. He started rubbing again, knowing it wouldn't take much to get me to finish. Sure enough, about thirty seconds later, my orgasm was washing over me, my body twitching with the intensity of it. Before it had finished, he was on top of me again, thrusting deep inside of me, hard and fast. He stared into my eyes, his hands on each side of my head as his hips plowed his tool hard and deep. By this point, I couldn't keep quiet. Never before had I been so well fucked. Suddenly, he slowed down, as if remembering that he needed to do something before he finished. "Tell me I'm the only man you'll ever fuck again, for as long as you live." Bullshit. Once I got away from this, I never wanted to see this guy again, and I was tired of this little game. I thrust my hips off the bed, trying to capture his dick again. He grabbed my by the neck, one of his large hands easily restraining me, but he didn't choke me. "Tell me!" he growled. That cold intensity was back, and I'd learned the hard way not to piss this guy off. "Okay, you're the only guy I ever want to have sex with......" "NO!" he yelled, slapping me across the face. I was stunned at this sudden violence. "The words, the very important words you missed were MAN, and FUCK. And its not about what you WANT, its about what IS going to happen. I am going to be the only man you ever fuck again, and I want to hear those words coming from that sweet, cock sucking, cum swallowing mouth." I looked up at him, still feeling the sting his open palm left on my cheek. Again, my eyes swam with fear, and silent tears began to escape from them. "You're the only man I'll ever fuck again for my whole life." My voice was barely audible, but it seemed to appease him. "Good!" He savagely thrust himself back into me, and kept pumping hard and fast for several minutes. The sound of our thighs slapping against each other filled the room. I was terrified, but I was so turned on. He thrust his hands under my ass, pulling me up with each thrust to take me even deeper. Just seconds later, he let out a loud, animalistic cry and I felt his jizz spray into the back of my already sensitive pussy. That was all it took for me to go over the edge again, and we shared, for the first time, a moment of pure ecstasy. For me, it was just about sex now, that unparalleled feeling of release. For the moment, I forgot about the train, I forgot about him rubbing my nipples raw against that building. I even forgot about the way his friend had brutalized me on the counter of the ice cream shop. And then it was over.......... We fell asleep, just like that, his dick softening, but still staying inside of me. And that's the last thing I remember, or at least I think I remember. I woke up the next morning, snug in my bed, not knowing if what had happened had actually happened or if it had just been an incredibly vivid, erotic dream. I went on for the next few months, reliving that 'dream' over and over. At times, I wished it had actually happened, but as the days went by, the details slowly faded, and I eventually came to the conclusion, that none of it had ever happened, and Eric had been just a figment of a very horny imagination, maybe he was what the darkest part of me thought of as the perfect man. A Train Ride Ch. 03 It wasn't until months later, when I'd finally started to get on with my life that the truth was revealed.