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End of the Line (Lostgalone & CharmSnake)

It was a little after two am and the night was still on the platform. Other than the two skaters down at the other end there was no one else around. It was silent except for one of the skateboards clunking to the ground and flicked back up repeatedly.

Drake looked down at his boots as he tapped his heel on the bricks. The chain jingled faintly against the studs. His faded jeans were ripped at the left knee and had another shredded gash under the left side of his ass exposing the black of his briefs. The neck of black KMFDM t-shirt was ripped wide and the sleeves had been torn off showing the indigo-scaled fire-breathing dragon wrapped in ink around his left arm. The shirt hung over his lean but sculpted body. A myriad of black bracelets stacked up his right wrist and a silver cross hung from a thin chain around his neck. His eyes were dark brown, his skin was pale and his face was young cold and chiseled. Black dyed hair swept over his right eye and fell straight just past his jaw.

The cocaine was in full force in his veins. The night was his. The incoming train disrupted the silence, pulled to a stop and let its doors hiss open. He stepped on.
 
CharmSnake said:
It was a little after two am and the night was still on the platform. Other than the two skaters down at the other end there was no one else around. It was silent except for one of the skateboards clunking to the ground and flicked back up repeatedly.

Drake looked down at his boots as he tapped his heel on the bricks. The chain jingled faintly against the studs. His faded jeans were ripped at the left knee and had another shredded gash under the left side of his ass exposing the black of his briefs. The neck of black KMFDM t-shirt was ripped wide and the sleeves had been torn off showing the indigo-scaled fire-breathing dragon wrapped in ink around his left arm. The shirt hung over his lean but sculpted body. A myriad of black bracelets stacked up his right wrist and a silver cross hung from a thin chain around his neck. His eyes were dark brown, his skin was pale and his face was young cold and chiseled. Black dyed hair swept over his right eye and fell straight just past his jaw.

The cocaine was in full force in his veins. The night was his. The incoming train disrupted the silence, pulled to a stop and let its doors hiss open. He stepped on.
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Lilith was a party-goer of high renown. She once attended a record five clubs in one night, though tonight was relatively easygoing by her standards. Only one party and she didn't feel like any more, so she had hopped on the train to head to the little hole-in-the-wall she called home, an illegal apartment. It was, of course, on the last stop, leaving her time to rest.

She was currently dressed in a miniskirt barely this side of decent, a thin and tight black top of some leather material, fishnet stockings, fluffy legwarmers and boots with heels. The color scheme of her outfit seemed to be black and red. Her normally neat, long black hair, with the fringes colored a bright red as well, was messy but attractive. Piercings, notably her nose and ears, glimmered in the faint light of the train. Her skin, pale and decorated with tattoos of everything from dragons to a naked lady, also seemed to shine in the light.

Currently, her eyes were half-open, her makeup making her seem exotic as she barely noted the young man named Drake getting on.
 
The doors hissed closed, the chime sounded and the train started to roll. Drake looked around him. Right across from him an old grey drunk sat half passed out. A the front a young couple huddled together sharing earbuds. Then he looked to the back to see her sitting alone in the last seat. Black tufts of hair with a blood red lock hung above a porcelain face wrought with sleepy boredom. Shiny black straps over slender inked shoulders disappeared behind the seat before her concealing her chest and figure.

His blood pumped harder with arousal and gripping the pole he swung himself around slowly to face her and started walking. His steps were deliberate and predatory and he watched her face with a gleam in his eye as his boots clomped slowly her way.

Close enough to see over the seat he took in her hot little chest, stretching the leathery top and the tight red skirt clinging to her milky white thighs.

"Is this seat taken?" he smirked almost whispering. Not waiting for an answer he grabbed the pole and swung himself down next to her, leering out at her from behind his swept hair.
 
Any other time, Lilith would've kicked him in between the legs. She wasn't one for company, unless she was dancing on the floor with someone. Nor did she like sharing seats with anyone. But as it was, she was too tired to care as she looked up at Drake. Plus, being on the train bored her out of her mind.

"Sure, sit there. Just don't get too close, ok?" She mumbled, barely audible as she looked out the window. There was something about this Drake guy that creeped her out, something that made her wonder what his game was and/or why he wanted to sit next to her. Why? She wasn't special.

But she decided not to pay it any more mind and tried to pretend he wasn't there, an action that could come across as "playing hard to get" if taken wrong.
 
She was a black angel begging to be defiled. The train rolling over a bumpy section of track caused a subtle jiggle in her tits that made him hard.

The bracelets stacked on his wrist made a tinkling sound as he reached over and placed his hand gently on her thigh, feeling the fishnet pattern under his palm. her skin was sickly pale and vulnerable in the stark fluorescent train car light.

The train slowed to stop at the next station. The sound of the chime seemed to wake the drunk and he struggled to his feet and staggered out. No one else boarded. The couple at the other end were in a world of their own. The doors slid shut and chimed again and the train rolled away into the night.
 
Suddenly, as if aware of his hand on her thigh, the girl let out an exasperated sigh. Despite the rush of slight arousal and fear that filled her, her face remained somewhat emotionless "...really?" She whispered, more to herself then him, as the train rolled onwards. She made a halfhearted attempt to remove his hand, more out of boredom then anything else as she lightly grabbed his wrist and tried to pull it off.

A look over at him intrigued her a bit; he looked like a bit of fun. But at the same time, she didn't need anyone involved in her life, least of all a pervert. Or so he seemed to her. So she looked away quickly, back out the window, as she tried to pretend he wasn't there.

Her tits were jiggling from the vibrations of the train.
 
The sigh told him that she was not prepared for this and he knew that he was in charge. She took hold of his wrist but he would not let go. Instead he stroked her leg down to her knee and then slowly back up to the hem of her skirt. Then he did it again, fondling down to her knee and back up, this time pushing the skirt up. Finally he repeated once more, stroking over the fishnets around her knee and back up. The skirt was tight enough that it had bunched quickly and refused to slide up any further. Hooking his fingers under the hem he lifted slightly and peered down to see what kind of panties she might be wearing.
 
At first, Lilith had mostly ignored each groping attempt. But then she could no longer ignore his intrusive groping and when he lifted the hem of her skirt, she'd had enough. Underneath was a tiny black thong, barely underwear, but she ensured he'd only get a glimpse as she forced herself to release his wrist. She tried to tear her leg free from his grasp, her intent of getting to the next row of seats over obvious.

"Why won't he leave me alone?" She grumbled mentally, hands clenching into fists as she looked at him with what she hoped was enough anger to make him leave her alone.
 
She was clearly not interested but the fear in her eyes made him even hotter. If she hadn't screamed by now perhaps she never would. She backed herself into the corner of the seat but he just leaned closer. Grabbing a fistful of her hair from the back of her skull, he yanked just firmly enough to let her know that if she caused trouble it would hurt.

"Shh," he said with a grin holding his index finger over her lips and leaned in very close to kiss her cheek and lick her earlobe, tasting the metal of her earrings. With one fist in tangled in her locks and the other hand holding porcelain jaw just so, he exhaled softly into her ear.
 
Fear filled the girl's being, visible in those eyes that had glared anger until then. She may have acted tough but in reality, she was as nervous as anyone else. And now, with this perverted stranger holding her hair, cornering her and forcing herself to face him, she knew escape would not be easily possible, if at all.

"L-let me..." She had started to say before he got her hair and then she fell silent as his finger smoothed her lips. She now thought she knew exactly what he wanted and she was unsure if she wanted it too or not as he kissed and licked her, his breath tickling her ear. Unconsciously, she crossed her legs, trying to look away but this time, she couldn't as he held her head exactly how was desired.

"Please..." She whispered, so softly only he could hear
 
She lifted the thigh closest to him up across the other in a subliminal reaction to protect her womanhood. He kissed her cheek again and then planted a row of soft kisses along her jawline. The train hit another rough stretch of track and she rocked against him and then back into the corner. her tits swayed subtly with the motion and he reached down and cupped the far one pushing it up and admiring the swell that it made.

"Please..."

"Please what," he whispered into her ear and quietly chuckled a sinister laugh.
 
Lilith could feel her heart racing as he planted kisses up and down her jawline. And of course she'd been aware of him grabbing her chest, a motion she found to be both enjoyable and not wanted at the same time. She tried to push him away, aware of the grasp he had on her hair, not wanting to test him too much and yet not wanting to appear weak.

"Please leave me alone..." She stammered out, again soft enough only for him to hear. "Ah..." Her eyes narrowed just a bit but she was fully aware of how much control he had over her now...
 
There was a tremble in her voice and he watched her sweet little chest rise and fall at an increasing rate. He fondled her breast some more.

"Leave you alone?" he repeated calmly. "Come on now, if you wanted to be left alone you would not be out this late dressed like this."

He looked down her arm at the crying naked lady dropping a trail of thorny roses from her elbow to her wrist, the last one laying on the back of the hand that he took in his own. Then he placed it onto the lump in the front of his jeans and traced her palm back and forth over his erection.

The train slowed and stopped at the next station and two more people stepped aboard. One was a middle-aged dark-haired woman in an overcoat who grabbed the rail and stood. The other was a short-haired man with a goatee in a brown suit. He sat and did not lift his eyes from the messages in his phone. The doors shut again and they rolled on.
 
Noting the arrival of more passengers, Lilith felt a mix of emotions inside. She felt fear, of being discovered in this compromising position, her hand now clearly being pulled back and forth over his erection. She felt hope, that someone would see her and help her. And she even felt, dare she admit it, a tad spark of excitement and arousal. She had always been a tiny bit of an exhibitionist but she never truly indulged in it.

"B-but..." She whispered out as her tits bounced a bit more from the movement of the train, a soft moan almost escaping her lips as her chest was teased further. She tried to pull her hand away but he had her hand right where he wanted it and he could easily control the movements it made. She blushed a deep red at this, her face almost as red as her hair.
 
He let go of her hand and gathered up both of her legs under the knees, pulling them over his lap. He looked up and saw the woman's face glaring their way but noticed that she was not glaring at him, only his black angel. He ran his hand up the strap of her top and slipped it off her shoulder. Then he did the same with the bra strap and watched the woman for reaction.

"Ugh," she tisked with disgust and shook her head. If she was so grossed out by it why did she keep watching? She obviously wasn't getting any herself and was jealous of the hot young jezebel in his grasp. Drake's lips moved to her chest and kissed their way down into the soft flesh of her tits. He looked up again and the woman had seen enough, curtly taking a seat with her back turned. He reached down again, dug her right breast out of the cup and held it up to his mouth to suck on the pink nipple.

"Mmmmm," he hummed as he rolled it between his tongue and his teeth.
 
Lilith had also seen the woman and had seen her reactions, her hope fading as it became apparent the woman wasn't going to aid her. "No..." She thought before her mind was distracted by the young man's actions on her chest. She reached up, trying to stop her outfit from being lowered any further then it was with one hand but there was no stopping as her top descended.

Once he kissed her chest, beginning to play with her nipples, Lilith was becoming more and more aroused. Her eyes showed fear but also slight pleasure as she tried to push on his shoulders now, trying to get her off of him. "G-get off..." She whispered softly, again sounding as unconvincing as before, even as her nipple responded to the attention, going erect. She failed to remove her hand from down below, on his manhood, forgetting it was there.
 
She tried to pull her top back up but her awkward position and his dominant will prevented her.

"G-get off..."

"Don't worry," he grinned. "We will."

He returned to kissing her tits, her little bud hardening in his mouth. She pushed against his shoulders to no avail. Then he let go of her hair a moment as he needed both hands to unzip the back of her skirt. Once loose he could work it up around her slim waist and get a full view of where the fishnets stopped and the bare skin started, running all the way up to the little black thong - the only thing between him and her pussy.

She was busy trying to keep her clothes on but each time she tried he was able to take more off. It was all done behind the privacy of the seat which only revealed her from the shoulders up. It was a struggle that she was losing and he found it terribly hot.
 
"W-what..?"

His statement confirmed her fears but there was clearly little she could do. Despite her best efforts, he managed to get her skirt up and thus he got a nice view of her area down there, damp already, her black thong wet as she placed a hand over it. The other arm tried to cover her chest as her nipples became fully hard from the attention and being bare.

"No..stop.." She whispered. She was clearly enjoying the attention, trembling now as she tried to look anywhere but at him. But she also was afraid...he was so aggressive, so surprisingly controlling, she knew she couldn't make him angry and in the end, she gave in a bit, moving her hand to allow him to see the thong and to access it if he wished
 
Slowly she was giving in, which disappointed him somewhat but the fear in her eyes and the tremble in her skin were more than enough to keep him going. Sliding his hand up the inside of her thigh he slid her damp panties off to one side and lubed his finger on her wet lips. Then he caressed her clit in slow circles.

Her hand crossed her chest, desperately trying to hide her tits as he played with her. His fist returned to the back of her head to grab hold of her tussled mane and pull gently down, raising her chin so that he could kiss her tender neck.
 
Liith was unable to stop a moan from escaping her lips...

"Oh!..."

But it was then she did something that took even her by surprise. Despite the pleasure she felt below, the moment his finger met her damp lips, she tried to tear away. Her hands moved upwards, one to his shoulder, the other to the hand on her hair. Her eyes radiated fear and determination as she tried to get any space she could between them.

"L-leave me alone..." She whispered again, not screaming only because she figured screaming did no good now. But she felt she had to get away or at least try too. Obviously, she hadn't planned on her resistance possibly attracting the young man all the more but she wasn't thinking of this.
 
The train stopped and nobody moved. The woman kept her back turned and the man in the suit was busy texting. The young couple at the other end were now kissing obliviously.

"L-leave me alone..."

He yanked down on her hair and stared her down.

"You like to turn me on but then not put out?" he whispered through gritted teeth. "Nothing worse than a tease." He gave her hair another quick tug to make the point clear.

The train started up again.
 
"...Ouch..stop.." Having gotten the messege but still determined, Lilith glared but was unable to stop her legs from moving again, moving slightly apart to allow him access. "Y-you'll regret this." She hissed

However, she couldn't deny that she was getting wet below. "Well, go ahead." She snarled as she glared, still defiant but unable to truly stop him.
 
"Y-you'll regret this."

"Is that a threat?" Drake laughed quietly and continued on having his way.

He sat up a moment to undo his fly and slide his jeans and boxers down past his knees. His uncut cock stood erect from a bushy base of light brown pubes, giving away his natural hair color. A shiny pink glans protruded from the foreskin.

Then he leaned back and lifted one one of her fishnetted legs up and over the other side of him, and lifted her by her sexy little ass onto his lap. Taking his cock into his fist to line it up with her pussy, he swiftly wrapped his other arm around her and lifted her little body over and into place, but the panties had slipped back over the entrance and he had to pull them aside again. Then he regripped his cock to hold it straight until he eased her down onto him. Once his glans entered her he let go of his cock and held her with both hands by the waist, sliding her slowly down his length watching her eyes.

"Mmmmm," me hummed as her wetness enveloped him. "That's a good girl. You know you're my black angel," he winked at her.
 
"Yes, it is a threat a-and you'd better believe I-I'll keep it..."

Unable to believe what was happening, all Lillith could do was watch as he undid his fly, his pants and such down before she could react. His cock stood erect and she knew what was coming next.

But there was no escape as he easily got her leg up and over, then forced her onto his lap. By now, she was in a panic (of pleasure, as well as fear) as she tried to make it difficult, moving so her panties had slipped back down over the entrance. It was easy, however, for Drake to move her panties aside and she found him easily manuevering her down his cock, which entered her dripping wet (by now) pussy. It was extremely tight and wet...while not a virgin, she hadn't had much action herself, from the feel of it.

"Y-your black angel...?" She asked, trembling. It was a nickname she had never considered for herself. "I'm n-no angel."
 
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