Mia checked her train ticket and kept walking until she reached the compartment reserved for her. She glanced across the hallway and saw a woman in a scarf with large sunglasses and a wide-rimmed hat covering her face. Not as subtle as a peacock mask, but it still made her Controller unrecognizable.
Mia put her ticket back in her purse and pulled out a stick of lip balm, she rubbed it along her full lips, but when she put the cover back on, her hand slipped, and the plastic shell fell on the floor and bounced down the hallway. She clicked her tongue and stooped down to pick it up, and as she did so she launched a command at her Controller's chip that would rewrite it. The only way that bitch could stop it was to take active control over her chip.
That's why she did the spiel with the lip balm. That's why she'd allow whatever her Controller had planned for her on this train. As long as the bitch was distracted and horny, she wouldn't pay attention.
After she picked up the plastic cap, Mia put the lip balm back in her purse and sat in her compartment. The steady clank of the rails filled the compartment, and the occasional turn swayed Mia in her seat. A sudden knock startled Mia from the sleepy fuzz she'd fallen into, and she turned her head to see a man stand outside her compartment, a ticket in hand. He knocked again, and Mia reached over to slide open the door to her compartment.
"Is this compartment twenty one?"
Mia shook her head and said, "This is compartment twenty--" That's as far as she got.
The man's ticket fluttered in the air as he pressed his hand over her mouth and locked her arm behind her back. Mia whined in pain, but he ignored her and forced her face down on the comfy seat she'd just sat on. The moment he let go of her mouth, he smothered her face in the plush fabric, making it hard for her to breathe, but even that didn't take long. The hand that had been wrenching her arm let go, and a moment later Mia felt her head yanked back by her hair as a huge gag got shoved into her mouth. Shackles for her wrists were next, and before she'd even processed what happened, the man had trussed her up and silenced her.
He let go, and Mia heard the shink of the compartment's curtains as he slid them closed, blocking off the vision from outside. The other passengers might find it strange that someone wanted a nap this time of day, but nobody would disturb them, so nobody would come to help her either. This stranger could do whatever he wanted to her.
Mia's heart ruffled in her chest. How did he get her so quick? She did a half roll against the side of the seat so she faced the door and struggled to get to her feet, but the man nudged her forehead, and she tumbled back, panicked breaths dragging through her nostrils as the stranger ran his eyes across her body.
"You're as beautiful as I've heard, Mia. You can think of me as Bull. The two of us are going to spend some time together, and after we get off this train none of this will have happened, understand?"
When Mia showed no response, Bull's friendly smile faded. He took a straight razor from his pocket and unfolded it, set its edge against his arm and dragged it along his skin. The faint scraping broke the silence in the compartment, and when Bull swiped his finger along the side of the blade Mia saw a faint dusting of hairs flutter down.
"None of this leaves this train. Nod if you understand." Mia nodded and shied away when the smile returned to Bull's face. He reached for a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes and brushed it to the side. "No need to be afraid, I want certain things from you, and as long as you give me what I want, nothing bad will happen to you. You see..."
Bull's voice trailed away as he reached for the top button of Mia's blouse. One flick of his blade and the button popped off. He kept going until he'd gotten rid of every button. He collected them and put them in his pocket. Bull grunted in pleasure when he saw Mia's generous breasts and squeezed them through her bra.
"How do I say this? I love my wife, have for twelve years. She gives me everything I want, she's a great woman. It's just that everything needs to be gentle with her, I can never go too hard or she loses her mood and then she turns limp."
Bull sighed and hooked his finger behind one of Mia's bra straps. The razor followed and cut through the tough fabric with ease, cutting one strap after another until the cups of Mia's bra lay loose on her breasts. Bull threw them to the side along with the knife and filled his hands with Mia's generous mounds.
"If I ever pulled a knife on my wife, or choked her, or slapped her, she'd never forgive me. But you? You're a whore. I can do whatever I want to you on this train, and when I'm done with you, people will know I fucked you, I'll make them wonder if you're wearing anything under the clothes I've left you with, and you won't be, your pussy's going to be bare while my cum drips down your legs." Bull took a deep breath as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick, eight inch monster. "Your tits are so much bigger too, I'm going to wrap those melons around my cock and fuck them before I shove it down your throat."
He grabbed Mia's nipples between his fingers and twisted them as he pulled them away from her body. Bull's thick cock slapped between her tits, and he worked them up and down his shaft while using her poor nipples as handles.
"Do you like that, slut?" Mia shook her head, tears in her eyes. Bull smiled and let go of her nipples, he grabbed the base of his cock and smacked his thick shaft against her soft tit. "How about that?"
Another shake of her head. Bull clicked his tongue and lifted his cock until it was level with Mia's face. Mia pulled away, but Bull locked his hand in her hair and pulled her forward so she had to stare at his cock as he pulled it back and then smacked it against her cheek. After the first smack, he hit her until her cheek glowed a deep red. After Bull stopped, the scent of his cock lingered, and humiliation burned in the pit of Mia's stomach as her pussy heated up.
Bull took a step back and admired his work. "Red looks good on you." He slapped against Mia's tit and when Mia turned her shoulder to shield herself from more slaps, he grabbed her nipple and twisted it until she faced him again, ready to have her tits slapped.
Sometimes he made her tits bounce with his big hand, other times he took turns slapping her face and tits with his cock. She had no clue where the next slap would land, whether it would hurt or humiliate her. Both her cheeks glowed, her nipples throbbed, and her sensitive breasts send ripples of heat and pleasure down her body.
How much longer would he do this?
Bull nudged Mia's chin up, rested his cock against her face and said, "You want me to stop?" Mia nodded and the smooth skin of Bull's cock rubbed against her hot cheek. "All right, but remember what I said, I get what I want."
He left his cock against her cheek as he loosened his belt and pulled it free from his pants. Mia froze, he didn't have to pull it out to take off his pants did he? Was he going to beat her with his belt? His cock hurt enough already.
Bull pressed the cool metal of the buckle against the side of her throat and threaded the rest of the belt through it until the supple leather closed tight around her throat. It pressed against her skin as Bull wrapped the end of the belt around his hand. He let his cock slide down the side of her face until it hovered in front of the gag stretching her jaw apart.
"I'm going to take out your gag. If you even think about screaming, I'll choke you. I'll do it anyway while I fuck your throat, but it won't be as hard or as long." He tightened the belt around her neck, and with the gag blocking her mouth, Mia had to struggle to get enough air through her nose. "Understand?"
Mia did a quick nod, and Bull smiled. He unlocked her gag and pulled the big ball from her mouth. "You've had your throat fucked before, haven't you?"
Mia averted her eyes and said, "Yes."
