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The Train Journey [Zombies Galore and ShortSighted]

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ShortSighted

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Dec 20, 2009
Essie James had had a very long and stressful day at work. She was tied and just wanted to get home, crawl in front of her tv and get all cozy and relaxed. Sighing, she glanced at her watch and waited for the train to come. And when it finally did, she sighed seeing how packed it was. She didn't like crowded trains. She liked to sit down and relax, not stand up and be sandwiched between people. In the end she decided to just get on the train. It would be another hour before the next train and she just wanted to go home.

The doors opened and with the other flood of people also trying to get on, she managed to push past people and get herself into a gap where she was holding the pole when the train moved. Not that she'd fall or lose her balance when it did because she found herself quickly sandwiched from every side. She was pushed tightly up against the pole, her shirt covered, 36C breasts pushed either side and her left hand pinned by her stomach. Her other arm was pinned by the guy to her right.

She had her headphones in her ears and couldn't even pull them out to hear herself talk like she wanted to, so she could shuffle and tell people to back off. Then she felt someone pushing behind her and getting up close and personal. She could feel what she was sure was someone's crotch and in the end stopped wiggling to save embarrassment. Despite having come from work, she only had a short black skirt on and the thin piece of red material that was her thong, that parted her cheeks. Just one hour on the train and her journey would be over.

Essie didn't realise she was so wrong. That she wasn't going to be going home any time soon.
 
The train ride home was generally insufferable. Not only did it take forever--taking potentially the single most elliptical route from points A to B--but it was always late and it was packed by sardines with the widest variety of people. Businesspeople, students, the urban poor, the middle class, homeless, punks, plastic gangsters, real thugs; they were all packed into the glory of mass public transit. But right here and now there was the perhaps one of the busier days of the year.

Jack had been brushed by a beautiful woman in a short skirt, then found himself pushed up against her. At first he tried to make some space but as he looked down, pushed forward by a surge at another stop, given the way she wiggled--it was no surprise that his erection was outlined by his faded blue jeans. His olive colored coat fell down below his waist line, drifting forward to encompass the both of them as they shared heat.

There's no way she'd see. He told himself. His eyes followed the lines of her headphones on down to the iPod hidden somewhere, his head craned left and right to watch the people around them. No one was looking. Unlike the woman in front of him, Jack's hands were mostly free. He reached down beneath her skirt and grasped, large hands caressing and cupping her ass. Firm yet yielding, warm. The bulge in his pants pushed up against her cheeks as he pulled her skirt up, hidden from view by the press of their bodies.
 
Essie sighed as she felt herself getting pushed up against the center pole. It wasn't uncommon on packed trains and soon she found herself stuck. Her right hand was pinned by the pole and her body, practically cupping her skirt covered pussy and not being able to move. And then her left arm was pinned by the bodies next to her. There was also a man pushing against her from behind. She thought nothing of it until she was sure that he'd grabbed her ass. And when it continued, she tried to turn around. But she couldn't. In the end she tried to wiggle her ass away from his grip, but she had nowhere to go and it just wiggled against his hardening cock.

She couldn't get her headphones out because of her pinned hands and the red head tried once again to move. When she couldn't, she told him to stop vocally but she couldn't tell if he had heard or not. She couldn't even hear herself talk because of her music. In the end she whimpered and tried to move away but failed.

Essie felt the male behind her easily towered taller than her. He was bigger than her and she was only a small girl, but because of the way she was pinned she couldn't even look. He could easily look over her shoulder though and she struggled, wishing she'd worn something better for the day.
 
Jack paused for a moment when he caught a reflection of himself in someone else's glasses--stern aquiline nose, messy black hair, lightly tanned face, consuming brown eyes--then continued to enjoy the feeling of her flesh. Of all the people on the train Jack was certain he was the only one who could hear the little redhead's soft protestation, given the dull roar of the people attempting to converse over the roaring revolutions of the wheels on the tracks. Jack hooked his fingers into the straps of the woman's bright red thong and slowly pushed them down around her thighs, enjoying rubbing her silky soft skin with his wide splayed fingers.

He leaned forward and looked down at her breasts parted by the pole, the increasing redness of her face. Jack's hand slid between their bottoms and rubbed up and down her ass before slowly drawing his zipper downwards. In a slow, gentle movement he fished his member out from his pants. The head of his member pushed up and down her crack, hard, pounding and hot against her body. Jack leaned forward and nuzzled into Essie's ear past her bright red hair, teeth slowly teasing the top edge of that soft shell while his spongy head slowly pressed against her anus.

In a momentary gamble he plucked the earbud from the woman's ear and started to whisper, just barely audible given their proximity. "We're going to have all manner of fun, girl." A squeeze of her ass, grasping and caressing. "We're going to get close."
 
To anyone else it looked like the pair were a couple. From how he was standing, seemingly protecting her from the crowd and the onslaught of other passengers, whispering in her ear so she could hear what he had to say, no one would suspect anything otherwise. Essie cried out in protest once more as his head started to push at her tiny backdoor.

He was to be met with a lot of resistance. She was a virgin, and had tensed up in fear. As he grabbed, squeezed and caressed her ass, she felt her earphone been pulled out and he started to whisper in her ear - taunting her while he pushed against her ass.

Eventually her asshole opened up and swallowed up the large head that was invading, and when it did with a pop, Essie gave a cry and a whimper. It hurt and it felt like her ass was on fire. She struggled against him, and all that caused was her pinned left hand moved against her bare pussy pinned and her ass bucked back on his cock causing him to enter more. Tears filled the girls eyes and her cheeks went even redder at the thought of what was happening. She tried to move her hand from her pussy, but it was trapped, cupping it. It would be easily seen from him towering over her and it would be easy to rearrange her hand to do things to her pussy, and pin it there in the process.
 
Leaning over Essie, Jack snorted when he saw where her hand had been pinned. That was just too perfect. Admittedly her little cry and whimper had been hot, especially given the way her face was heating up to match the color of her hair, so the man gave a little push into her anus and then slid back out, nearly to the head of his member, and pushed until he was a little farther in. He picked up the earbud and pushed it back into her ear before reached down to where the woman's hand was folded over her her crotch.

He pulled the hand up so that it was pressed over her mound and between the bar, locked their by the press of his body against her's. In the process he had exposed her thong drawn downwards. He toyed with the idea of preserving some sort of her dignity by pushing the skirt down or just pulling the thong off entirely, but he liked the idea that someone could catch a glimpse of her creamy thighs and the bright red underwear stretched between them.

After a few more powerful thrusts, hard enough to bruise the hand trapped between the pole and her mound, Jack withdrew his member from her head and instead maneuvered it to press against her sex. He rubbed up and down it with his head, breath hot and excited against her ear. He would taunt her again, he decided, plucking the earbud once again from her. "I'm going to fuck you, right here and now, and no one's going to know. It's so loud in here no one will here you moan," an excited whisper, a shared secret, a foray into the abnormal. "Tell me whether I should come in your pussy or your ass."
 
Essie cried out as he maneuvered her hand to be pinned to her mound. She frowned but soon lost concentration when he pounded into her ass hard, causing her to squeal and grunt in pain a few times. It felt like he'd just shoved a tree up her ass and she was crying her eyes out. Finally he pulled out and she hoped that the ordeal was over, but it wasn't and she was about to find out.

He soon lined his dick up with her sex and the way her fingers were, she was touching his head. If he fucked her pussy, she'd be feeling his cock slide in and out with her hand as well as her pussy. And then he started taunting her again, asking where she wanted him to cum. "Please don't take my virginity." She begged, refusing to answer his question. "Please. Please just stop and don't take it." Essie continued to cry. "I won't tell anyone what you just did. Just don't hurt me any more."

It didn't matter how much she begged or pleaded. She hadn't got a choice in anything and the man behind her had the choice whether to show her that or not.
 
"I am in charge, I decide what goes where and I decide what happens. When I ask you something I do it to amuse me." Jack explained, hissing into the woman's ear, before pushing his member directly into her virgin sex. He would toy with the young woman, he decided, play around with her and mess with her head. His teeth grazed her ear when he pushed into Essie's sex, slamming her against the pole with no respect to sympathy or understanding.

He pushed the woman's earbud back into her ear and reached down to her ass, managing to squirm a finger into her anus as he pushed into her. The feeling of her fingertips lingering against his cock when he fucked her was quite exquisite, leading the man to decide he would cum all over her pussy. To really strike the point home, then after playing with her he would slam into her ass again.

The train came to a screeching halt, the sardine packed people moved around, and then it started again. The dull roar of the people talking, the full roar of the train itself, everything blanketed in sound. It was perfect, Jack realized, but he could not stop here. If he stopped here he would never be able to get on the train again. He needed to draw this all out. He needed to make it long, he needed to imprint it on the woman's memory.
 
Essie cried out as he impaled her on his dick, her fingers holding onto both her pussy and his dick, feeling the lips open up in her hand and his cock slide across her palm. As he popped her cherry, the blood and the juices that had started to form, dripped into her palm. When he then slid a finger into her closed asshole, she let out another cry. Her ass gripped tightly at the finger, though it was glad, and Essie was that it wasn't spread as wide as it had been, or as deep. She was grateful for that much.

She was shaking in both fear and pain against him. Still, to anyone around right now, if they were looking at the pair, it looked like a couple and the boyfriend was comforting and upset girlfriend. If you looked down, you'd see her panties on her spread thighs and realise what was going on. Essie felt the earbud go back into her ear and the music, soothing and relaxing continued to drum into her ears. How ironic that such music was playing while she was been raped.

"Please don't cum in me." She pleaded. "You'll get me pregnant."

Hopefully he could hear her pleas.
 
Jack laughed at Essie's useless pleas, working his finger in and out of her anus before adding a second finger, slowly probing into that round, warm hole. He mercilessly pushed up and down against her, pressing her rhythmically against the pole. He ignored her recriminations and pleas like water off a duck's back, ripping away Essie's control with a cruel smile and reducing her to something of his.

A toy.

A pretty, warm, soft smelling little toy.

He pulled out her earbud with his teeth when he felt himself on the brink of orgasm, "Should I come in your pussy or your ass? Tell me. Beg," filling her with his fingers and his cock, still, his fingers moved within her, widening her hole.
 
If Essie refused to beg, she knew that he'd cum where ever he wanted. She didn't think she could take him up her ass again, and if he came in her pussy, at least she could get the morning after pill once the ordeal was over. "Cum where you are." She muttered, refusing to beg any more than that and whimpering as his fingers widened her asshole up. He wasn't been gentle in the slightest. He was showing no mercy.

Her asshole pushed against his fingers, trying to expel the digits inside it. Essie was struggling to accept what he was doing. His cock was lodged firmly in her pussy and his long jacket covered their sides so no one could see what was happening from those sides, but there was still the risk of someone in front and Essie worried that someone seeing would also want to join. Or if someone she knew was here and saw, it would be the ultimate humiliation, in both cases. Crying, she felt his fingers wiggling and pulling at her hole, causing another whimper from the girl as she stood on her tiptoes.
 
In a few more minutes of animal thrusting Jack finished within Essie, gasping into her ear as he came, thick member bucking within her. He pushed back and forth within the trapped woman before his cock deflated enough to pull out. As he pulled back he could feel their combined juices dripping down the redheaded teenager's thigh. He plucked the earbud out, "I'm not done with you yet, girl. We've just started with you telling me to come in your pussy."

When he looked back up he noticed a somewhat portly man apologizing and shouldering his way through the car towards them. Trying to balance nonchalance with speed, Jack reached down and stuffed his member back into his pants before zipping up. It was still way too packed to move away from her so he swallowed and stood up straight, looking anywhere but the man approaching them.

"Hey, Essie," Errol said when he finally made his way through the press, looking down at the young woman framed by a much large man with curly black hair. He looked down with concern at how her hand was folded into her crotch, her red thong visibly spread between her thighs. There was definitely something going on. At first when he had spotted her he had thought she was laughing or something, but as he got closer he noticed she had been crying, her face a picture of unhappiness.

It took a moment for everything to click, after he glanced down at her breasts, and saw that her arms were completely pinned. Except for that left arm of her's. Now she was sandwiched between Errol and Jack. The man reached forward and plucked out both of her earbuds, "Looks like you're in a compromising position, little girl."
 
Essie cringed as Errol came over. Her boss from work and a pervert who made several passes at her that she'd refused. They didn't get on. And then he noticed her position and that she was now sandwiched between two men. When he commented about her position after removing the headphones she cried out.

"Please. Help me out. He raped me. Please Errol." She begged.

Deep down she knew that he wouldn't help out though, or that he'd probably help out in an entirely different way that she didn't agree with. And the other male was still behind her. His words played in her head as he had mentioned that it wasn't over; that it was just the beginning. She just cried harder knowing that as she struggled, ending up rubbing her ass back over Jack's crotch.
 
Errol looked up at Jack and arched a cynical eyebrow, casting a darkness over the hungry expression on his face. "Is this true, young man?"

To Jack's credit, his face immediately paled. "Of course--" He stopped and really looked]/i] at Errol's face, studied it and then let out a tentative, hopeful smile. "Yes. I'm not--you can join. If you want."

The thirty-two year-old boutique manager looked down at his new help. He had, of course, made it clear that there were things Essie could do to help her out at work. Like give him a shot at those wonderful breasts of her's. He looked to the left and right and realized no one was looking. No one could even see if he did anything now. It was like Errol and Jack were facing each other, talking, the woman so petite she was hard to find amidst the crowd.

Errol pulled Essie's shirt up over her breasts, revealing the soft flesh cupped by her bra. He grasped the two cups and yanked down, snapping the two straps over her shoulders and bringing them down to hang around her midsection, breasts now hanging free on each side of the bar. His piggish hands grasped her tits and caressed, pulling, excitedly grasping them. "You have wonderful tits, Essie," Errol commented whilst Jack slowly pulled her skirt up again.
 
Essie cried out as Errol obviously wanted to join in and made no effort to waste time as he started to reveal her tits. She struggled with renewed tears, begging him to stop and help her out. But he didn't. He wanted to be a part of the fun the man behind her was having and there was no stopping him. Her hand still clamped on her pussy was accepting his cum, her juices and her blood and Essie just fell apart. No one would save her.

"Please Errol. You don't have to do this." She begged as she felt the back of her skirt rise as she struggled once more to get free. It was useless though. Jack and Errol had her pinned between them. She couldn't be seen almost. It looked like they were just two normal men, friends discussing things after a hard days work. And Essie's begging was getting her nowhere.
 
"I wouldn't have to do this if you had not turned me down so many times," Errol told her with a slimy layer of calm. He grabbed her nipples and twisted, pulling her against the bar in a display of mild sadism. His hands continued their fine manipulation, rolling her sensitive flesh between his fingers.

Jack, on the other hand, was playing with her ass. Two of his fingers rudely shoved into her anus, while another two reached around her waist and slid her fingers across the sensitive ribbon of her flesh. "No one's going to help you. Looks like you're a little slut, today."
 
Mandy cried out as Jack shoved two fingers back up her ass. It hurt and she hadn't been expecting the sudden intrusion. She felt Errol pull her nipples and tits and another cry escaped past her luscious lips as she stood there, swallowed up between two men where no one could see her or see what was happening.

"Please.... Please stop. It hurts. Please." She begged both men, her ass wiggling from the pain on Jack's fingers. "Please don't do this."
 
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