On the Train

(Lyra’s adventures will be hopefully become a series) (Feel free to suggest what to add to her adventures)

Lyra was pushed by the crowd onto the train. Crammed into a heaving mass of bodies, her position was right next to the door, shoved uncomfortably next to the window, lost in a maze of busy people. Today was a long journey, it would be painful for the next few hours in the position but she would have to bear it so she could reach her destination.

Today was the last day of the contract and she had to be wary. Jostled along, the train began to move and with it it’s passengers, the air already hot and overbearing with the body heat crowded into the train.

It was subtle at first, a stray hand brushing against her skirt, then a creeping finger along the hem of her shirt. By a few minutes into the journey, the lone hand belonging to a stranger had begun tracing the outline of her panties.

She was angry, what pervert would be so brazen as to do this in a public train in front of so many people. She tried to turn around but no avail, the bodies around her and the wandering hand keeping her pressed up against the window, trapped between the people all she could see what the quickly disappearing cityscape outside the glass. She was tempted to scream, the owner of the hand now breathing heavily behind her but as she tried to push him away stretching her arms behind her in a vain attempt to create some distance. Her hands were immediately seized, pressed up against her back the click of handcuffs as they were wrapped around both wrist.

She wanted to cry, ‘Why today of all days?’ she thought.

‘I should never have signed it’

However, today just had to be the day she decide to be a little kinky, for the last day she thought she was safe. The rope bondage that held her tits together and the pink studded butt plug she had up her ass would be more than enough for anyone to think this was just some public kink and not her being held – face flat against the wall. Even worse, the headlines –

‘Depraved woman performs public sex act on the train’.

It was horrible to imagine but she didn’t know what was worse, being touched so intimately in public or the risk of losing her job if her Boss ever found out. It was clear the man behind her had also discovered her secret, his fingers seemingly making joyful rings around her asshole, teasing the plug out inch by inch before sliding it back inside.

‘Please don’t do this, you don’t have to do this’.

She knew the person wouldn’t stop at just teasing her to her limits, threatening her secret and doing whatever he wanted would be easy with how oblivious everyone around them seemed to be. She just had to be quiet and not make a sound, for the next few hours if necessary.

Her panties slipped off easily, she watched as the black lace was dragged off her hip and fell to the floor, growing embarrassed as she saw it loose at her feet. She had bought it as a dare, she had seen it in a film once and desperate to prove to her new ‘friends’ she wasn’t the innocent new girl that they refused to talk to. She had never told them about it, but that was led to her learning Shibari and purchasing toys in secret.

The shadow behind her dropped to the floor collecting his prize and stuffed the lace material into his pocket. She would never admit this to anyone, but right now she was incredibly horny. A mixture of the humiliation of being forced so publicly appealed to her in a way she hadn’t thought before. The plug moving up and down as the train moved along, certainly didn’t help her calm down. His fingers slipped further down, now no lingerie to prevent him, his fingers encircled her labia, teasing the edge.

Pushing her even tighter against the window she let out a little whimper as the hand reached down to her clitoris and started gliding across it in short bursts. Sometimes it would be seconds, sometimes it would be minutes before he touched her again and even though she was no-where near her limit, a fact she could thank for her embarrassingly large collection of toys, it was still hard to cope.

Two fingers slipped in, the ease of which it had entered and the moist finger traced the rim of her ass was a tell-tale sign that she was wet, her mind unable to control the consequences of such a tantalising event. In some deep, dark corner of her mind she was enjoying this, restrained and unable to call out was incredibly hot but the risk of being caught was all that she had on her mind right now.

The familiar sound of an unlatching belt buckle to prepare her for the worst of what would happen. She turned just in time to catch the blushing face of a girl turn around clearly disturbed by the act, fortunately blocking the sight of the multitude of other passengers she hoped wouldn’t notice.

The hands snuck around under her shirt, kneading her tits between his fingers as he lazily pulled at the rope strings.

‘You want this slut don’t you?’

‘Ever since I saw your face on the app, I knew you would be perfect’

It was hard to reply without whimpering or drawing too much attention but the quiet moan that escaped her mouth was the only confirmation he needed.

In the moment it seemed like his cock was monstrous. The seconds seemed to carry on forever as the rigid cock was rammed from base to tip with ease. In truth, she could also be labelled as somewhat of a size queen with how large the cock felt. Her only form of measurement was imagining it compared to the other toys she had tried, remembering every lust-fuelled experience fucking herself on countertops unable to stop herself.

The horniness never seemed to stop for her and even now the risk seemed to fade for her, replacing the fear and anxiety with overpowering arousal.

Lyra watched the girl next to her peeking behind as the only witness to this event. She was blushing hard, what a strange girl. Watching another girl get fucked mindlessly right next to her seemed to stimulate her to a questionable extent. The pink glow on her face clearly wasn’t due to heat. The slap of his cock into her ass and the light moans that escaped her was lost in the general noise of the train. The gasps of shock from her voyeuristic witness didn’t seem to be noticed either.

Her petite stature seemed now much more as a blessing, holding tightly like a vice. Her clothes were now in disarray, panties lost all she had now was her skirt pinned up against her back while her shirt buttons loosened letting her tits fall freely out of it’s hold.

The hands never seemed to stop moving, even when his cock was pounding her into the door with every thrust. The tie her only other semblance of modesty now seemed tight against her neck, her moans a strangled purr. Shocked when his cock first began to tighten fully, a sign he would now be pumping a full load into her sopping wet pussy, she tried to shift more comfortably.

Ropes of white liquid seemed to shoot out, the warm sensation inside fading as he pulled out and left a string of glistening pearly cum along her skirt, the presence of the witness’s phone bringing her back to reality.

Silence

A few minutes passed ‘Wh..Why didn’t anyone seem to notice?

To her surprise and anger she felt his cock harden once again resting on the lip of her ass. Raw-dogging as was far more more painful than she had first thought, but 10 minutes into the process she started to like it. The plug had slipped out, placed generously into her shirt pocket as a souvenir. Anal was what she was best at. Practising weekly, fans had reached out to her when the the private videos she had recorded ‘accidentally’ leaked. Luckily her face had never been shown on any of the poor quality videos and she was too ashamed to respond.

A black hole of sorts, the pounding stopped for a few minutes as his dick rested deep within her ass waiting for any sign that someone else had noticed. Now confident in his victory it wasn’t long before she was leaking cum from both holes. Lyra, had to at this point question the sanity of the woman next to her, red as a tomato and shakily holding a phone in hand.

She couldn’t blame her, imagination running wild a picture formed inside of her head. A petite woman bound in rope, dripping in cum and sweat, facing doggy style against the train door. Grinding up against his cock begging for more as her hands struggled in handcuffs.

Finally, it had stopped, it looked like the mystery figure had finally become satisfied with using her body and the reality that she had been used in public and so easily without complaint dawned on her. Awkwardly smiling at the now embarrassed witness, she tried putting the humiliating experience behind her for now.

Buttons were re-arranged, her sore tits red from the kneading were massaged back into place. The plug safely re-inserted for safe-keeping and black skirt dried and returned to it’s former condition, she massaged her ass for the short rest of the journey, now luckily free from her metal restraints. The owner of the hand seemed to disappear

The humiliating encounter was still fresh in her mind and she didn’t dare turn around, the only evidence anything had ever happened was the lucky female witness next to her and her missing lingerie.

The train pulling to a stop, Lyra was quick to get off running as fast as she could to the nearest store.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sqanu4/on_the_train