This story was written while chatting online with Magdalena. The conversation continued until we began to fantasize about the subway. The story line was taken exactly as it took place online, with very few changes. The online chat took about four hours to complete. I hope everyone who reads this story, enjoys it as much as we did writing it.
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She is a 26-year-old girl named Magdalena from Stockholm, Sweden. She is currently engaged. Her hair is the color of honey (every shade from nearly white to golden brown) and reaches half way down her back (it's a great source of vanity, I assure you). She has blue eyes (well, nearly gray), high cheekbones and a long neck. She is half-Finnish. She is quite tall, 1,77 meters, and more curvaceous than fashion allows, with very wide hips, a large bust and a waist that people comment on. The nicest feature of her legs is that they're very long- other than that she doesn't much care for them.
She got on the subway at the first station. She is standing up because it is so crowded, holding one of the bars.
Michael watched her enter the subway car. He has been waiting for someone like her all day. He had ridden this particular route four times today. I came up behind her, my cock hard, pushing against your ass.
She began to turn her head.
"Look forward, don't turn around unless I tell you to," I order her. My hands go down to her hips, grabbing them and I begin to pull you back onto my cock. "Arch your back, push your ass into me."
I have been wondering what to do, but at this point I have no thought of obeying. Who is this nut behind me, Magdalena thought.
You feel a prick on your neck. "I have a knife at your neck. Do not cry out or try to get away."
I feel a chill gripping me, competing with the heat that had started to rise in my body. I freeze completely, wondering what would happen if the train suddenly braked.
I push harder on the knife, a small trickle of blood running down your neck. "That is just a taste of what will happen to you. Now push your ass back now," my voice demanding.
I have trouble collecting my wits enough to obey, Magdalena's body still frozen in fear.
I move the knife down between your tits, your stomach and down your abdomen until I reach your pussy. I begin to push the knife into your pussy. "Are you going to obey now, or should I cut your pussy," the knife pushing in you.
I obey instantly and push my hips carefully backwards.
"That's a good slut. Now rub your ass against my cock," my knife begins to circle around your pussy.
Trembling, I move my hips, rubbing my ass against the hardness, wishing the knife wasn't there.
"Reach back and grab my cock with your hand." The knife moves up, resting under your big tits.
I reach back, hoping no one will see what I'm doing, until I find the hard cock under the fabric. It seems very large, and I have difficulties breathing.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Have you ever had a cock in your asshole before, slut?"
I shake my head violently, forgetting not to draw attention to myself. He mustn't!
"I guess we will have to find something to stuff into your mouth. When I stick my cock into your asshole, you are going to start screaming."
I can't stop shaking my head, I can't let this happen. First chance I get, I must try to stop this.
My knife moves back down to your pussy, pushing in. "Ask me to fuck your asshole," I order you.
I just give a whining noise, then remembering what I have to do, I whisper "Fuck me."
"Ask me to fuck your asshole, slut."
"Fuck my asshole." Tears are beginning to come down my face. I feel entirely helpless.
"Ask me to fuck your asshole hard," my voice demanding.
"Fuck my asshole hard," your voice trembling.
The knife pushes harder against your cunt. "Louder."
Very softly, but a nuance louder, I repeat "Fuck my asshole hard".
"Say please."
I swallow. But what can I do? "Please."
"I think I can do that since you want me to." I reach into my pocket and pull out a pair of handcuffs. I hand them to you. "Put them on and run them over the bar on the top."
"But- someone will see!"
"It's dark, do it."
I submit, putting the cuffs on my wrists. They look so fragile within the circles of shiny metal.
I pull them tighter. The cuffs making a clicking noise as they tighten. There is a man a short distance away, watching us. I make sure they are tight on her wrists.
I notice someone watching us, and try to mouth "Help!" to him.
The knife moves into your cunt. "Be good, slut," I order.
I avert my eyes quickly, looking at the floor.
My hands move up, in front of your body and I grab your tits in my large hands.
I can't help moaning softly at the pain inflicted by the brutality of those big, strong hands.
"Your tits are built for abuse. They are so easy to grab." My fingers search out your nipples through your blouse and bra.
"Oh God, that hurts..."
"Keep rubbing your ass against my cock, cunt."
I hurry to obey this time.
"Do you like that, cunt. Your tits feel good." I find a nipple, two fingers grasping it. It must be big as I enclose it.
The shame at that comment engulfs me, and I can't help wondering what that spectator is thinking of the situation.
He is watching us, your tits being mauled by my hands, your ass pushing back against me. He must think you are a real slut, trying to fuck me in the subway. I find both of your nipples and begin to pinch them. "Stay quiet, slut."
I suddenly become aware that my emotional turmoil not only consists of fear, and my eyes widen with shock as I feel the burning heat between my legs. Is it possible I could get turned on by this? Only one thing is certain, I wish I had never got on this subway.
"You are mine." My hands move to the front of your blouse, slowly opening the buttons, all the way down to the bottom, I pull it from your skirt, and push it aside. The stranger is still watching, your bra now exposed, your big tits pushing out the top.
As I see him looking at me, I feel a shot of electricity through my cunt. He's enjoying this.
My hands reach up to your bra. Circling your tits again. I grasp them hard. "Tell me how much you like me playing with your tits."