No long-winded intro here. This is just pure fantasy and has no redeeming qualities. It's not one of my better works, but here it is just the same.
Abducted from the Subway.
It had been a long day. My son and I were in New York visiting the college he would be attending in the fall. It was late in the evening at that time. We had finished our tour of the campus and had met with several of his professors. After that, we found a nice restaurant for dinner. We were now on the subway heading back to the hotel for the night. We happened to be the only passengers in that particular subway car.
Now, a little info about us. My name is Nita O'Connor. I went back to my maiden name after my divorce. I'm 38-years-old. Charles, my son, is 18-years-old and will be starting college in the fall. I stand 5'4" tall in my bare feet. I weigh about 110 pounds and keep myself in shape in the gym 5 days a week. I have red hair and green eyes. I have been told multiple times that I am beautiful. My skin is pale, due to my Irish heritage. One other noticeable thing about me is that I have a natural set of 40E breasts. Looking at the numbers, it is obvious that I had not graduated college when I had my son. We foolishly got married when I informed Asshole that I was pregnant. It didn't last. I took a year off before returning to school. He did manage to support me through my undergraduate degree, then Law School. Fool.
By the time I passed the Bar Exam, I actually hated him more than he hated me. Unfortunately for him, my hatred of him had pushed me into my specialty - Family Law. Worse yet, I had interned for the most vicious divorce barracuda in the state. One day, towards the end of my internship, I mentioned my marital relationship to her. She took me out after work for a few drinks, and I told her everything. Yes, I had legally obtained and fully admissible evidence that was 100% clear. No, she didn't represent me pro bono. What would be the point in that when she could make him pay my legal bill? She did make one condition of the offer. No, you perves. She was completely devoted to her wife. The condition was that I came to work for her firm when I passed the bar exam. A job and a divorce? Sign me up. The last I heard, Asshole is living in a cardboard refrigerator box under the bridge by the river.
Charles is a bit small. He is 5'9" tall and skinny. He is a scholar, not an athlete. Like me, he has red hair, but got his soulful brown eyes from his father. He has been described as being able to tread water in a garden hose and not being able to punch his way out of a paper bag.
It was Friday night, and we had completed our obligations to the university. We had the hotel through Sunday night, so we could do tourist stuff and explore the city. I had rented a suite with two bedrooms for us. I was looking forward to using the large tub in the main ensuite and relaxing before going to bed. As per my normal attire, I was wearing one of my professional Charcoal skirt suits with a red silk blouse and 4-inch pumps.
It was two stops before we would get off the subway and then walk two blocks to the hotel. That was when about a dozen young men in their early twenties got on the train in the car we were in. They looked like trouble immediately. It was obvious by their dress and manors that they were lower class. They also sported several tattoos that identified them as part of a gang. I whispered to Charles that he needed to not cause any problems. My plan was to just ignore them and hope for the best. We only had two more stops before we would be getting off.
Things started off badly as soon as the train left the station. All the young men began crowding around me and making rude comments. I tried to ignore them, but they persisted. A few minutes later, a couple of them began trying to grope my boobs. I slapped their hands away. That just got them more aggressive. I continued to slap their hands away, but more hands started to add to the fray. I simply couldn't keep up with them all. They groped and squeezed my breasts. Occasionally, one would make its way inside my blouse and bra to flick a nipple. 'OH FUCK!' My nipples have always been extremely sensitive. They were my kryptonite. Stimulating my nipples always caused a gush in my pussy.
Finally, our stop arrived. Charles and I stood up to exit the car. Big mistake. When we stood up, they surrounded us and blocked our exit. We tried to push our way through, but they were just too strong. Two of them eventually pushed Charles back down into the seat and then sat beside him to hold him in place. Meanwhile the others surrounded me and kept me standing up. The doors closed, and the train left the station. The guys surrounding me continued to grope me. Hands slid down the front of my blouse and into my bra. My nipples were flicked, pinched, and twisted. Other hands slid up my thighs to caress and pinch my ass. Even more hands slid up under my skirt and slipped inside the front of my thong and enter my pussy. My two hands simply were not enough to block all the hands that were groping and fondling me. Against my will, my body reacted, and I began to get aroused.
My pussy got wet, and my nipples were rock hard by that point. My resistance began to fade. Two of the guys finally grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back. I was helpless. My suit jacket was unbuttoned and removed. Shortly thereafter, I also lost my blouse. Before my blouse was even removed, my lacy red bra had been pulled down to fully expose my nipples.
By the time the train pulled into the next stop, my exposed nipples were being mauled and my skirt had been pulled up above my waist. I had two fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy and another finger fucking my ass. When the doors opened, four other guys began to get in the car. "Out." The apparent leader of the gang shouted. "Get on another car. This one is occupied." The four looked around and decided that twelve against four were not good odds. They backed out of the car and onto the platform.
As the train left the station, my thong was pulled down and removed. Another pair of fingers found my clitoris and began massaging it. I couldn't help it. A moan of pleasure escaped my lips as I was being expertly fondled. I glanced over and saw that Charles was being held in place by two of the gang members. He was wide-eyed as he looked at my naked pussy and exposed tits for the first time. I suddenly felt humiliated by being exposed to him. Oddly, that just caused a sudden rush of arousal to strike my pussy. Another moan of pleasure escaped my throat.
"Damn. This slut is really getting into this." The gang leader exclaimed.
I felt my right leg being raised. It was pulled up and set on the top of the back of the seat that Charles was sitting in. I was blatantly aware that my pussy was now wide open and displayed to anyone that wanted to look. Not only that, but my now gaping and drooling pussy was mere inches from my son's wide-open eyes. Another finger was added to the two that were already thrusting in and out. Simultaneously, another finger was added to the one that was finger fucking my ass. My nipples were also being constantly stimulated as well. 'Oh my God.' I suddenly thought. 'They were going to make me orgasm in front of my son!'
I glanced over at Charles again. I didn't mean to, but my eyes seemed to focus on his crotch. What I saw was a rather impressive package. He sure didn't inherit that from his father. With the shape and size of it, he was obviously erect and excited from seeing my naked tits and pussy. That thought triggered something twisted in my mind.
"OOOOHHHHH FFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" I cried out as a massive orgasm crashed through me.
No, I didn't squirt. My hips began automatically humping on the fingers in my pussy and asshole. Copious amounts of fluids gushed out of my pussy and over the fingers and hands in my pussy. I continued to cry out as the waves of pleasure washed through me. Convulsions wracked my body as I bucked on the fingers in my pussy and ass. I continued to cry out as the orgasm ravaged my body. They never even slowed down. They continued to toy with my nipples and aggressively finger fuck my pussy and ass right through orgasm number two and into orgasm number three.
When I finally recovered, I found that my bra had been completely removed, my suit jacket had been put back on, and my skirt was pulled down. As the train stopped and the doors opened, Charles and I were pulled out of the car and through the station. I had lost all thoughts of resistance at this point. Charles was not even given the chance of resistance. We were led up the stairs and down the street. At the first alley, we were pulled into it. About three blocks later, we were pulled into what looked like an abandoned building. We ended up inside a large room in the basement. There was a large dirty bare mattress and several chairs inside the room. Charles was immediately taken over to a high-backed chair and bound to it.
"OK, slut. Here's how this is gonna go. Your son there will be treated well as long as you cooperate. You are gonna be out fuck toy for the next couple of days. If you are a good girl, no harm will come to him. In fact, he will probably enjoy himself with a couple of the girls that hang around. You try and fight, we will just bend him over and start using him instead of you. I don't think that you would enjoy watching as we fuck his ass and mouth."
I had no choice. Charles would have no chance against a dozen gang members. As that thought was passing through my head, I heard another noise. At least a dozen more gang members filed in. Along with them, several hard looking young women joined them.
"If you cooperate, you will be back in your hotel room Sunday night, and back on your way home Monday morning." The leader stated. "Fight us, and you and your son could end up walking the streets for tricks wearing nothing but mini-skirts, high heels, halter tops, and fishnet stockings. Do you really want to watch your son turned into a transvestite prostitute?"