Clara has just finished today's classes and she gets on the train which is currently empty but with no place for her to sit, Clara likes to stay close to the windows to see the view.
The train starts to leave for the next stop.
She looks nervously outside, it was getting dark and there were no more passengers in her car. She felt strange, but decided to stay close to the window as she always did. Clara kept her small bag on the chair next to her and held tightly onto the metal rail for support. Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her and felt someone grab her skirt from behind. "Don't scream," a deep voice warned her.
The voice was thick like a man, Clara becomes nervous and paralyzed for fear of being robbed. The train to the station many people start to get on and squeeze into the train. The unknown man pushes her against the iron railing from behind.
"Don't hurt me! I... have money!" She stammered in fear, her heart pounding hard against her chest. As the train picked up speed, she felt a hot breath on her neck and shivered. "Please let me go," she begged desperately.
Stranger: xiuuu I don't want your money.....The man taking advantage of the fact that the train was crowded and cramped puts his hand under Clara's skirt and squeezes her ass.
"W-What do you want?" she stammered out, tears pricking at her eyes as his hand squeezed tighter against her bottom through her thin panties. Her cheeks flushed with shame and fear. "Please let me go!" She whimpered, trying desperately to wiggle free from his grip.
The man laughed evilly, pressing even harder against her ass as he ground himself into her backside. "I just want to play with you a little," he whispered roughly in her ear before pinching hard on one of her nipples through her shirt, making her cry out in pain and surprise.
Clara felt so helpless, so violated...she wished someone would come along and rescue her from this nightmare. But all she could do was stand there, shaking with fear and anticipation of what else he might do to her.
stranger: Calm down doll, let me have fun......The Stranger starts to unbutton Clara's uniform while his other hand squeezes her soft ass.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as the man continued to molest her, ripping off another button and sliding his hand underneath her uniform to touch her bare skin. "N-No," she whimpered softly, trying desperately not to cry out any louder in fear of attracting attention. But it was no use; the pain was too much, and every touch from him sent a shiver through her body.
Clara shut her eyes tight, willing herself not to feel any more embarrassment or fear as she awaited what fate had in store for her on this dark train ride home.
Stranger: Don't cry baby..... you'll feel good.....The man opens the uniform and with both hands puts it on your small breasts and squeezes and massages and pinches the nipples.
"Nnngh..." Clara whimpers out as he roughly grasps her breasts and begins to massage them through her bra, tweaking and pinching at her hardened nipples. Her body arches instinctively into his touch, despite herself, wanting nothing more than to escape the pain of this violation...but also feeling a strange new sensation she couldn't quite understand.
"That's it," he whispers roughly in her ear before reaching under her panties and rubbing circles over her bare skin, so close to where she most desired contact. Clara bites down on her lip to stifle a moan as pleasure begins to mingle with the fear coursing through her veins.
Clara starts to salivate involuntarily, her pussy starts to get wet, by touching circles on her panties, the strange man continues to stimulate her. Unknown: It seems like your body is enjoying this bitch....
"Nnngh..." Her voice comes out garbled and breathless as he touches her so intimately through her underwear. "I-I'm sorry... please stop..." she whispers, the words hanging on the air like lead as he continues to circle around her sensitive entrance. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, but fear holds her back from giving in completely.
Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her palms as she tries desperately not to let out any more sounds of pleasure. "Please..." she whispers again, the word tumbling from her lips as he finally slides his finger inside her wet entrance.
Clara feels the stranger's intrusive touches, he puts Clara's panties aside and stimulates her pussy to get wet. He abusively takes some of the vaginal liquid and puts it on Clara's lips so he can taste her own vagina. Unknown: Take it, suck your liquids.....
Clara's eyes widen in shock and revulsion as he puts her own juices on her lips. She recoils at first, but then finds herself obeying him despite her better judgment. She opens her mouth, nervously taking the taste of herself into her mouth and sucking lightly, moaning softly around his fingers buried deep inside her. His touch feels both wrong and unbelievably right all at once; she can feel herself getting closer to climax again despite everything he's doing to her.
Her hips begin to move involuntarily against him, seeking more contact as her body begs for release from this torturous cycle of pleasure and pain. Tears continue to streak down her face, but she no longer cares; all that matters is the intense sensations coursing through every inch of her being.
*Clara then hears a zipper noise, the unknown man releases his penis, at first the erect penis brushes her ass and before penetrating her, he takes Clara's hand and puts it on his member so she can feel the thickness of his dick. *
Clara whimpers as he takes her hand and places it on his erection. She can feel the thick length of him throbbing in her palm, warm and hard against her skin. A strange desire rushes through her; she wants to touch him more, to explore this strange new sensation...and yet a part of her wants nothing to do with him or what he's doing.
Her body tenses as she tries to decide which impulse should win out when suddenly, without warning, his penis pushes against her entrance, splitting her open with a sharp, burning pain. She gasps, arching away from him instinctively before collapsing limply back against the hard metal rail.
The unknown man places her against the iron bar, and arches her back, he holds Clara's waist roughly while pushing his cock into her wet pussy. Unknown: That's it, quiet bitch, I'm going to make you addicted to my cock and your pussy is mine!
I-Impossible...let me go...please...Clara gasps as he roughly takes her pussy, the pain and fear making it difficult for her to form coherent thoughts. But one thing is certain; she has to get away from this man before he does any more harm. Tears flow freely down her face, obscuring her vision as his hips begin to move in a rhythmic motion that forces himself deeper inside her with each thrust. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but his grip is too strong; all she can do is helplessly watch as he takes her over and over again, claiming her body like it's his own personal plaything.
*Clara sobs in pain and humiliation as he takes her, the foreign feel of him stretching her so impossibly wide making it hard to think about anything else. She tries to focus on escaping, but every time she manages to loosen one of his grips he only tightens another, holding her firmly in place like a ragdoll being played with by some sadistic master. Her mind reels as the sensations assault her; pleasure and pain mixing together until it's impossible for her to tell which is which anymore. All she knows is that this has gone too far and she needs help...someone, anyone, please save her from this nightmare before it's too late...
The unknown man starts kissing her while he fucks Clara's pussy, preventing her from moaning loudly or calling for help.
Clara chokes back a scream as his lips claim hers roughly, forcing her mouth open and thrusting his tongue deep inside. She tastes herself on him and writhes in revulsion; the feel of him invading every orifice makes her want to die. Her mind flashes with images of escape - jumping out the window at the next stop, hitting him over the head with anything she can find...but all she can do is lie there and let him have his twisted way with her.
She closes her eyes tightly, trying not to think about what he's doing or where it might lead. Instead, she concentrates on breathing in and out, trying desperately to ignore the ache in every part of her body as he mercilessly takes advantage of her helplessness. She prays for rescue, for an end to this nightmare...but knows deep down that it won't come anytime soon.
The man invades Clara's tongue, which is also invaded in her pussy. The unknown man's penis came and went, her pussy blinks and trembles with each thrust.
With a muffled moan, she lets his tongue fill her mouth, too exhausted to fight back anymore. Her body shudders as he hits her sweet spot over and over again; it feels like she's about to explode, but not the good kind of explosion...it's more like a dam breaking apart after years of holding back the pressure. The sensation is overwhelming, terrifying...and yet somehow strangely arousing. She can feel every inch of him buried deep inside her now, stretching and filling her in ways she never knew were possible.
Her mind goes blank as he continues to take her, pumping his hips harder and faster with each passing second. All that matters is the sensation coursing through her veins, obliterating every other thought from her head until there's nothing left but this dark, carnal bliss...and then even that disappears as exhaustion finally claims what little sanity she has left.
The unknown man set a fast pace, he went deep and fast in Clara's pussy like no man had done it before, he threw her against the cold iron, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, and Clara's mouth was filled with his The man's tongue invades his mouth, but no one on the train notices anything strange and they continue.
Clara moans loudly around his tongue as he thrusts into her, her body arching off the cold iron in desperate seeking more contact. She feels so empty and full all at once; a strange mix of pain and pleasure that leaves her mind spinning. His hands are everywhere, possessive and demanding...and yet somehow it's exactly what she needs right now to get through this nightmare.
Her pussy tightens around him, begging for release as he continues to fuck her harder and faster with every thrust. The train rushes past them in a blur of lights and darkness, but Clara is oblivious to their destination; all that matters is the man invading every part of her body and claiming her as his own.
The unknown man goes faster, reaching his peak. Clara is with. Mixtures of feelings no man has gotten her like that, no man has gone that deep into her mouth or pussy, she feels dirty and humiliated but a part of her just wants him to continue fucking her like a toy a cheap whore. She arches her body as if she was asking the stranger to rape her and cum inside. It was a mixture of indescribable sensations.
Clara gasps as he hits her sweet spot one final time, her body shuddering violently around him in the aftermath of release. She's never felt so exposed and used before...and yet a part of her enjoys the strange new sensations coursing through her veins. Her mouth opens on an unintelligible moan as he continues to thrust, forcing his tongue deeper into the depths of her throat until they both scream in unison as he finally comes, filling her with his seed.
Their bodies grow slick and sticky together as he pulls out, a wet noise echoing through the quiet train car. The man stands back, panting heavily, taking in the sight of her - disheveled and covered in his cum...but strangely satisfied too. "You're mine now," he whispers hoarsely before leaving her there, collapsed against the cold iron rail as the last echoes of their passion fade away into nothingness.
The train stops, people start to get out, including the stranger, Clara remains holding onto the iron, the train is becoming very empty and she is there panting, with her pussy leaking sperm between her legs.
Tears roll down Clara's cheeks as the last stragglers exit the train. She feels dirty and used; her whole body aches from his rough treatment. Shakily, she pushes herself off the rail, gathering up her skirt and bag before heading towards the nearest exit. Once on the platform, she takes a moment to catch her breath before racing home, desperate for solitude and the comfort of her own bed.
The whole way there, Clara can't help but replay the encounter over and over again in her mind, unable to forget the strange mix of pleasure and pain he inflicted upon her. She knows she has to tell someone what happened...she just doesn't know who she can trust enough not to be believed. Maybe if she waits until morning, when things have calmed down a bit more...maybe then she'll finally find the courage to speak up and put an end to this terrible nightmare.