This story is for fantasy purposes only, and the author does not condone the actions depicted. Please note the category (Non-Consent) and story tags before reading.
I awoke lazily, letting the sun stream through the window as the scenery rushed past. I smiled. This was why I book first class sleeper cars. It was only the first morning of the ride, and already it was sure to be relaxing.
The blankets fell around me as I dipped my fingers between my legs. The sunlight danced in the trees above and shone on my now-exposed chest. I giggled to myself. I had grown up sheltered, never allowed any time for myself. Now that I had a ritzy job with flexible PTO, time was mine to take. I could've just taken a cross-country plane, but I chose to take my time, take this train.
"Breakfast!" the attendant's shrill jolted me out of my daydream. I was still a mess of exposed skin and tangled sheets when the tall, brawny brunette rattled my door open to gawk at me. "Not awake? I told you, breakfast at 8. It is well past that, lady."
"Get the fuck out!" I shrieked.
"If you insist," she smirked. "Come get me when you're ready for breakfast. You'll need my help putting your bed away."
I rolled my eyes and sighed as she left. She was right: I would need her help folding the bed back into the wall. I had tried to do it myself countless times on past trips, but I just didn't have the right combination of strength and dexterity to do it on my own.
I decided to stretch out my time to myself as much as I could before approaching her cabin.
"No, you're not doing it right," I demanded, watching her fuss with the handle under the bunk above our heads. "I've taken the train hundreds of times." I always slept on the top bunk, and usually the attendants could put it away with ease. Never had I seen so much shaking the bunk before.
"You want to give it a try?" she taunted.
I rolled my eyes and stormed in front of her, grabbing the handle above my head. If I could just twist it the right way...
"Oh my god. My wrist is stuck in the cord. Get it out. Get it out of there!" I frantically yanked on the handle, trying to get myself loose, but to no avail.
The attendant grinned. "Let me help you."
Next thing I knew, both my wrists were firmly tied above my head, fastened to the handle of the bunk above. The attendant deftly pushed the bunk back into place, lifting me along with it, forcing me to stand up with my arms fully stretched above me.
"You!" I screeched.
"Shh, shh," she cooed, standing behind me and wrapping her arms around me. "We both know what you need."
She bunched up my shirt and I heard the gentle
snip
of a pair of scissors behind me as she started cutting away the fabric. I whimpered, watching the trees through the window in front of me go by as the train kept on rolling. "Aww, no bra." She pulled the remnant of my shirt off me and yanked one end from the other, stretching the fabric.
"Let me go immediately! I will call corporate, and I will report your name, and I will tell them exactly what you--"
I gagged as she pulled the fabric into my mouth and tied it around the back of my neck. "Darling, how are you going to report my name? I know you don't remember it."
I screamed into the gag.
"Adorable," she mused, reaching under the hem of my skirt, "pretending this isn't what you need."
A sound escaped from me as I felt her tuck her fingers around the edge of my underwear and circle around where I was most sensitive. Her other hand was playing with my exposed nipple.
"But I know what you need."
Her fingers were swirling faster, and I couldn't contain myself as I started panting and moaning into the gag.
"Entitled brats like you just need some tender love, don't they..."
"Mmmmm," was all I could whine. My heart was pounding and I was buckling under her fingers, desperate for more, even as I knew I should be fighting to get out...
Suddenly, she stopped. "Well," she said stiffly, "we'll be approaching the cities soon. Enjoy the view."
"No, no, no!" I tried to scream, but it came out a moan. I couldn't let anyone see me like this... If we were going to be in the cities soon, that meant...
"Have fun, sweetie," she winked as she slid my door closed.
Besides trying to gauge the sun's position in the sky, I didn't have any way to tell how much time had passed.
My clit was worked up and hot, and I tried shifting my weight to get some release by rubbing against my thighs. I told myself that once I got that sweet release, then I would focus in earnest on untying the cords above my head... but I couldn't seem to manage either task.
As the trees in the window started to thin out, I saw more and more buildings, streets, cars, and... people. For a while, the towns remained in the distance. But then we started rolling into stations. At the first station stop, my train car was far away from whatever car was open to the small, outdoor station platform.
I needed the attendant--or anyone, maybe a sympathetic passenger, even better--to hear me and let me go, let me out before something... before something else could happen to me. I made a habit of yelling into my gag and trying to kick around whenever anyone passed through the small hallway outside my door.
At the next station, I could have sworn a man outside locked eyes with me and then smiled, nodding. Whimpering, I tried to turn around--my naked back against the window would be better than... this. But my arms were too close together above my head and I couldn't twist around no matter how hard I tried.
I felt myself shake as the tears started to fall. I didn't deserve this!
At the next station, I was only a few feet away from a crowd of people. A few people glanced in my direction as they queued up by the train's open doors, and I shuttered at each look, but no one reacted as they poured into the train.
As the buildings went by in a flash and the train picked up speed, the tears started flying off my face, hot. The attendant was going to pay for this. What a slut for making me endure this torture after I had been perfectly kind to her.
At the next station, again, the new passengers didn't seem to notice me as they poured in. But a man on a bench in the distance did. I saw something dark in his eyes as he started reaching for himself, never letting my eyes go. Even when I turned away, when I glanced back, I was locked in his piercing stare as he pleasured himself, nodding to me as if I should be grateful to him.
"Mmmmm!" I screamed, but by now the train was already pulling away. The man outside turned his head to keep his eyes locked on me until the train pulled us too far away too see each other.
I jolted when the door behind me slid open. I whined and moaned into the gag, shaking, wordlessly begging the attendant behind me to free me. But I could see from her reflection in my window that she just stood behind me, in the doorway, smiling.
"It's getting crowded in this car," she warned, and with that she bounced away. She slid my door closed, but this time, I didn't hear the lock clamp shut.
At the next station stop, mercifully I didn't see anyone. I heard shuffling in the hallway behind me, so the passengers must have entered from the other side.
My head drooped as the motion began again. I was getting tired.
When the door next opened, I barely stirred. The attendant was just here to toy with me.
When the door shut behind me and she still hadn't said a word, I started to wonder... until a deep voice--a man's voice--uttered, "well hello, beautiful. Looks like I've got a roommate."
The words didn't sink in at first. I was panting and shaking, pointing to my predicament. He could help me. This man would free me, and then I could track down the attendant, give her a piece of my mind, get my family's company to sue her...
"Looks like you're in a position where you're inclined to say yes, aren't you," he taunted.
I shook my head violently.
Please
, I tried to beg through the gag, but he chuckled at the gibberish that came out instead.
"Everything comes with a price. And my price is just a little fun, hmm?"
I moaned as he came up behind me and pushed my face all the way up against the window.
"I can't wait to have some of this."
I tried to shake my head, but it hit the window, and his hand creeped up my back and pushed me steady against the train window, pinning my face there and keeping his hand around the back of my neck. I was panting as he slid my skirt up with his other hand, yanking my underwear down until they fell and hit the floor.
No, no, no, no, no, no, you can't take me there, you can't
, I tried to scream. It came through the gag a nonsense cry.
"Aw, you're drooling. Can't contain yourself."
I felt his warm hand as he spread my cheeks.
"Oh, and you're wet down here too. A slut like you can't contain herself."
I writhed and thrashed but to no avail against him and the bondage that kept me in place.
