There are things the human mind wasn't meant to experience, and a sudden alteration of all sensations is one of those.
It had been a long Monday at work, and I was just pleased to have found a seat on the train home. I had settled in for the hour long trip with my eyes half closed when everything shifted.
They say that top athletes have the games slow down for them; a symptom of a larger number of neurons firing at once or something like that. I experienced that at this moment. There was a flash, and my head started pounding. As my vision cleared, I realized I was no longer in my seat. I hadn't moved far, however – I could still see where I had been sitting an instant before, and the train was still in the same spot.
I stumbled forward, or would have, except that my arms, now stretched above my lithe frame, caught on the vertical pole used as a hand grip. I came to a realization that cold metal now encircled my wrists – I was handcuffed!
That wasn't the only new sensation, however. A split second after figuring out I was handcuffed, I noticed the new, sharp pain in my nipples and pussy. I looked down instinctually, and realized I was now wearing different clothes. Gone were my sensible office clothes; it had been replaced with a blue striped dress that must have been at least three sizes too small, squeezing me incredibly closely and flowing along every curve. There were no straps, and it couldn't have fallen more than two inches beneath my crotch. My shoes, too, had changed, and the pain in my toes told me that they were much higher than I was used to. I could also see a piece of paper attached to the front of the dress, kind of small. The pain in my pussy was being overwhelmed by other sensations – vibrations from inside of me. And not only from the front—my ass was filled as well.
I know reading this, and my describing it, has taken some time, and is a bit scattered. Believe me when I say that it felt like minutes, if not hours. Everything had shifted, and my mind had no explanation. My stomach was turning in knots, and it wasn't only because of the violation I had just been a victim of. Still, the surveillance footage I saw later would show that all this had taken less than a second. At this point, I still hadn't taken my first breath since the shift, nor had anyone else reacted to the change.
I tried to do that now. It was involuntary, of course, just as it usually is. I hadn't been holding my breath or anything. But with the attempt at breathing, I realized something else. Not only were my two lower holes filled (and vibrating!), but so too was my mouth. Something was wrapped around my head, and what felt like a full erect penis was pushing at the back of my throat. The breathing attempt initially failed, and I almost gagged. I was able to get it under control and take a halting breath – not a deep one, but enough so that I wouldn't suffocate.
I'd like to say I was calm from this point forward, but the reality is far different. As the situation I found myself caught up in within a split second sunk in, the rest of the world seemed to catch up to me. Sound suddenly rushed in, almost deafening me. Others started to move as time once again started to flow. And I went violent and almost insane. I screamed, as best as I could through the new gag in my mouth. I shook my arms above my head, trying in vain to pull the handcuffs through the solid steel bar. I tried to kick out my feet, to discover that they too were shackled to the bar. I tried to slump, but my hands were cuffed above a crossbar, and wouldn't let me drop from a completely upright position.
I was trapped. And my reactions had been enough to draw everyone's eyes. The shock I could see must have mirrored my own. The person I had been sitting beside started rubbing his eyes. The old woman in the handicap seat right next to the doors was muttering to herself. And nobody seemed to know what to do.
Again, it didn't take long, but it felt like forever before someone came up to me. "Are you all right?" What a stupid question. I tried to tell him off, but of course, the gag got in the way, so after a couple of aborted attempts at speaking, I had to settle for a glare and a shaking of the head. He looked suitably abashed at that, so I tried to mollify myself. "You just suddenly appeared like this. I don't know what happened. There's an envelope pinned...I'm sorry, I'm going to have to touch you." I took as deep a breath as I could, and gave a single nod.
To be fair to the man, he wasn't bad looking, and any other time, I might have looked forward to the touch. The pain in my nipples and pussy was already fading, leaving just the vibrations. Despite my natural inclinations, I was starting to react to those. The man carefully removed the safety pin holding the envelope to the dress, and pulled it away, trying not to touch my breasts in the process. He didn't succeed completely, but it was an admirable effort.
By this time, others had gathered. Mostly men, I noted. I guess a damsel in distress, especially one looking like me, still brought out the chivalry. Or the lechery. One or the other. My original savior, however, seemed to be the one who had taken charge, and they were just observing. One or two had their cell phones out – trying to make phone calls or trying to take videos of me, I really didn't want to know.
The man turned so that he was beside me, holding up the contents of the envelope so that we could both see them. A printed piece of paper, without much on it, but what it said almost made me scream again.
"The keys to release my victim are inside of her.
One is deep in her cunt.
The other lay far in her ass.
