A Ride on the Metro

At the first touch of her anus, she attempted to tighten
her buttocks. But her attempts were futile as he worked
his slick thumb at least an inch into her rectum. Tracy
could feel that her assailant’s random touching had
worked her juices so much that she was soaked from her
anus to her clit and down the insides of both thighs.

The random activity, probing and constant manipulation of
her clit was turning Tracy’s body against her. A little
bead of perspiration formed on her upper lip. She also
felt her respirations and heart rate increasing. His
constant stimulation and the rocking of the train were
combining to turn Tracy’s body against her. She could
feel her nipples hardening and straining to break free
from her bra.

Tracy was u*********sly shifting her weight from foot to
foot raising and lowering herself on the fingers playing
with her cunt. She was producing more and more juices
from her pussy and now her assailant could probe her
rectum with two fingers without any resistance.

Tracy was lost mentally in all the stimulation to her
body and was unaware that his hand moved from her waist.
She was snapped back to reality when she felt her blouse
being pulled from the waistband of her skirt. Tracy’s
body tensed when she felt his hand rapidly run up the
center of her back to the clasp holding her bra together.
Tracy sucked in air quickly as her assailant, with one
motion, undid the claps releasing her bra.

Tracy started to move her free hand up, but froze when
she felt the tip of the razor in the center of her back.
The trained stopped again and Tracy’s eyes darted at the
doors as they opened at her stop. For a moment she forgot
the sensations of pleasure coursing through her body and
the thoughts of escape raced through her mind. She
hesitated, the doors shut, and the train moved forward.
She noticed fewer people on board, but it was still
crowded and no one paid any attention to her. She grunted
a little as her assailant began pinching her clit again
then ran his fingers to her anus, pushed them inside her
rectum and slowly finger-fucked her ass.

Tracy felt the hand move around her back, push her bra
out of the way and engulf her right breast. As the two
fingers left her rectum and three fingers were inserted
into her cunt. He started squeezing her right breast and
scr****g her erect nipple with his fingernail. She felt
light-headed and wobbly. She was still holding the rail
over her head with her right hand, but she felt like she
was going to collapse.

Tracy turned her head slightly and whispered, “Please, I
need to hold on with my other hand.”

Initially there was no response; just a fourth finger
insert into Tracy’s stretched cunt. Tracy moaned quietly
and licked the perspiration from her upper lip.

“Please,” she begged in a breathless whisper. Still no
response. Tracy knew she was going to fall so she risked
slowly raising her left arm. Trapping her nipple between
his first two fingers and thumb, he clamped down. As
Tracy moved her arm upward, he increased the pressure on
her nipple. Sparks of pain shot through Tracy’s breast as
her hand reached the rail. Just as Tracy placed her hand
on the rail above her head, he simultaneously twisted her
nipple and pushed his fist into her cunt.

Tracy just barely grabbed the rail when her orgasm swept
over her body in waves. Her knees buckled and a low
moaned escaped her mouth as her assailant continued to
twist her nipple while turning his fist back and forth
inside her cunt. Tracy thought she would bite through her
lower lip to avoid screaming. She forgot she was on a
train in a crowd until the main in front of her turned
his head back and spoke to her.

“Are you all right, Lady,” he asked.

Tracy responded with a quiet “yes,” thankful her orgasm
was subsiding. She felt the breath of her assailant in
her ear.

“My turn now, Slut,” he said, “don’t move.”

For the first time since her assault began, her
assailant’s hands left her body. He removed his fist from
her cunt and released her nipple. Tracy did not move when
she heard the sound of a zipper. She felt his thumbs at
her anus and his hands spread out across the globes of
her buttocks. Tracy’s experience with any sex was
limited, but she never considered that the orifice
presently being touched would or could be used for sex.

She felt her asscheeks pulled in opposite directions. She
glanced down and saw her skirt in front was just pulled
up slightly and knew her rear must be exposed. Tracy
wondered why no one noticed what was happening to her.
Tracy moved only her eyes looking at passengers consumed
with their owe lives and not paying heed to her.

When she felt just the tip of his penis press against her
anus, Tracy tightened her grip on the rail above her head
and tried to concentrate on relaxing. She knew she was
well lubricated as Tracy could feel where her pussy
juices ran down the insides of her thighs now to just
above her knees. Every sound on the train as it sped
along was now heightened in her ears.

Once her assailant pushed just the tip of his hard prick
into her anus, he released Tracy’s ass. His hands ran
under the back of her blouse, up and around to her
breasts. Tracy shut her eyes tightly as he groped her
breasts, then found her nipples and grasped them both
firmly.

The train rocked as it picked up speed. Tracy swayed
front and then back feeling the incredible pressure in
her anus. The train crossed a blackout pain and the car
Tracy was riding went completely dark. She did not expect
what happened next. When the car went dark, Tracy felt
intense pain in her breasts as her assailant clamped his
thumb and forefinger down hard on her nipples and twisted
them.

Tracy yelped and then felt the pressure in her anus
increased, then a burning as her tight anal ring spread
open and allowed her tormentor’s prick to slide deep
inside her bowels with minimal resistance. The
penetration stopped when she felt the material of his
pants against her bare asscheeks. As the light returned,
he pulled his cock out slightly, then pushed it back
home. Tracy gripped the rail so tightly that her knuckles
were white as he continued to twist and smash her
nipples. In very short strokes, he fucked Tracy’s virgin
ass.

The train slowed for another stop. Tracy just had time to
glance at the stop map on the wall and see that this was
the next to the last stop. As many people exited the car,
her assailant started slamming into Tracy’s ass with
long, powerful strokes until everyone exited.

Tracy was releasing short bursts of air with whispered
grunts with each thrust. She was rapidly building to
another orgasm when people started loading again. He
slowed his thrusts to short, rapid strokes again. She
whimpered quietly in frustration as the train lunged
forward and built speed. Tracy found she could move her
body unnoticed to the rocking of the train and into a
rhythm with each of his thrust.

Tracy desperately wanted to feel the pleasure of another
orgasm and started pushing her hips back bending slightly
at the waist. Every fiber in her colon was sensitive to
the enormous cock now moving effortlessly in and out of
her ass. Her breasts were still being abused, but each
twist of her nipples shot a spasm of pleasure through
her. The train reached top speed then started to slow at
its last stop. Tracy became sexually desperate.

“Please,” she begged, “I need to cum again.”

She heard her assailant grunt and push hard into her ass
and yank her nipples downward. Tracy felt the cock in her
ass swell. Her pleasure was finally pushed over the edge
and Tracy’s orgasm started as the warmth of his semen
bathed her colon. Tracy was aware of other riders
watching her as the gasps escaping her mouth were loud
enough to be heard over the sounds of the train. She felt
her legs growing weak and dizziness in her mind as she
experienced a crescendo of orgasms.

As the train pulled to it’s final stop, he released
Tracy’s breasts and slid his shrinking cock from her ass.
Tracy protested weakly at the lost as she basically held
herself upright by her arms. She felt her assailant rush
past her. She saw him from behind and could tell nothing
as he wore a long trench coat. She followed him with her
eyes as he exited the train. She was shocked to see him
greeted with a kiss by a young, attractive woman. The
woman took Tracy’s assailant’s arm and walked away from
the train out of sight. She never saw his face.

“Are you okay, Miss?” the train security guard asked
Tracy. She released the rail and smoothed her dress.

“Miss, are you alright,” he asked again. Tracy tried to
clear the fog of passion from her head. She stared at the
guard for a moment and then responded.

“I just missed my stop,” she finally said.

The guard explained to Tracy she would need to exit the
train and wait for one going the opposite direction.
Tracy slowly moved toward the exit searching the floor of
the train for her panties without finding them. She
stepped off the train and carefully walked across the
platform for the next train.

As Tracy stood waiting she could feel her assailant’s cum
starting to seep out of her ass and between her buttocks.
Tracy also had not yet refastened her bra. She was in a
daze; Tracy wanted to find a policeman and report she was
****d, but who ****d her? Tracy did no know if she was
****d or if she had been a willing participant.

As the train stopped and Tracy got on she knew she could
not sit down. She stood, holding the rail, and as the
train moved forward, the movement caused a glob of sperm
to push out of Tracy’s ass. Tracy stood very still as she
felt the large drop follow the crack of her ass and drop
onto the floor. Tracy looked down and saw the pearly drop
where it hit the floor.

She looked around the train that only contained a dozen
or so people and reached behind her back and re-clasped
her bra. A young man, maybe twenty-five, watched her and
smiled. She smiled back and placed her foot on the seat
in front of her giving the young man a clear view between
her legs. She did not care. She decided it was more fun
to be ridden on the Metro than to ride.