Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 1

Julie froze when she felt a hand grab her ass over her skirt. Many hands ended up grazing her or even resting on her on her train rides to and from school—it was a crowded route. But there was no denying what was happening here. He was squeezing her rounded bottom. Her pulse quickened. He groped her, moving between each ass cheek, feeling the fullness.

“Please stop,” she whispered. She didn’t even know if he could hear her over the rattling and rumbling of the train tracks. But she couldn’t speak louder. It was like her voice had left her.

His hand slept down, right under Julie’s little skirt to the gusset of her thong. His fingers pressed against her mound, pushing it up into her.

“You’re wet,” a male voice growled in her ear. She felt it, too. Her cunt was getting wet in spite of his touch, in spite of her willing her body not to enjoy this. She hated herself. But his fingers on her panty-clad pussy were sending electricity right up through her clit and spine.

“N-no,” Julie murmured. Again, the man didn’t hear her or just didn’t care.

He pulled her panties aside and started teasing her opening. She gasped. Her folds parted, whorishly, desperate for more.

“No, please,” she said again.

“You bitch!” His voice sneered. “You’re fucking soaked.” Lips grazed her ear. She hadn’t dared look at him, but she felt a beard. Her knees trembled. Her treacherous hips wiggled back towards his fingers. He didn’t stop her as she impaled her pussy down onto his digits.

“Fuck,” she half-winced, half-moaned, as he tore into her.

“Yeah, good slut,” he whispered in her ear as he began curling his fingers and pressing them in and out of her defenseless body. He bit her ear and then drew away from her. “Give me that wet cunt, baby. Yeah, give it up easy for me.”

She felt her eyes bulge wide. She wasn’t easy. She wasn’t that kind of girl!

“Just stop,” she muttered again. “Please stop.” The train wheels rumbled on. She was right up against the glass and could see graffiti on the tunnel walls.

“You’re the one fucking my fingers, you whore.”

“I’m-I’m not,” she meekly gasped, but she knew it was true.