Subway Seduction

!! This story is entirely fictional, and based off my own fantasies. I do not condone or encourage any of the actions or behaviours in my writing. Enjoy <3!!

My hair flew around in the wind of the tunnel as I made my way down the escalator. I was taking myself on a day out and decided to take the Subway to save time.

I had put on one of my favourite outfits, a denim miniskirt with a white button-up shirt and a black lace bralet underneath, the lace peeking through the buttons. My long, dark hair was loose and hung down my shoulders apart from the occasional gust of wind causing my hair to blow around and my body to shiver. I check my phone as I make my way onto the platform, letting out a loud sigh as I realise the platform is filled with what looks like fans of the same football team. They chanted and jeered loudly amongst themselves, the air thick with the smell of beer and sweat.

I pushed between the people and cursed to myself as I did. It was so busy it felt like a hoard of animals packed into one small space, and I attempted to weave and dodge my short self through the crowd. There was a loud screech as the next train pulled up to the platform, and I was engulfed and shoved forward with the large group of people onto the train. We were tightly packed together, and I stood facing the door in the corner.

The carriage jostled and bumped around. I could hear the screeches of the train and shouts of the men, and all I could see behind me were people's backs towards me, as I put my earphones in and started playing my music to try and drone this hellish journey out. I was only supposed to be on the underground for 20 minuted so it wasn't too long. As I am standing there, I suddenly feel a hand press against my bare thigh. My breath catches in my throat as I squeeze my eyes closed and pray it was a brief accident. I pause my music and hope.

However the hand lingers on my thigh, tapping at my leg. I grabbed it and tried to pull whoever it was off, however they were persistent. Just as my heart quickens and I begin to panic at the multitude of what is happening, I feel a big body press against my back, a big belly squashing in the curve of my spine. I feel a man's face move forward and his beard scratch the space under my jaw as I try to move forward, however I'm sandwiched between the wall and my assaulter.

He brings his other hand onto my waist now, as it begins to explore my breasts. The first hand is dancing up and down my inner thigh, after he shoved his knee between mine to keep my legs open. He begins trailing his fingertips over the black lace covering my nipple under my shirt, as a tear falls down my face and I tense my whole body up. My nipples defy me, and harden as a course of nature, which clearly excites this pervert.

The hand on my thigh shoots up and joins the other as he begins flicking his fingers over my nipples, opening a few more buttons of my shirt to expose the lace bra underneath. He began to grind into my ass from behind as his fingers rolled and rubbed my nipples, kneading and molesting my tits as I cried and trembled.

I dart my eyes either side of me and notice that nobody seems to be batting an eyelid. Either nobody has noticed this or nobody cares to help me. Tears continue to roll as the man allows one hand to drop between my legs with his big finger pressing my clit through my cotton panties. The hand still playing with my nipples quickly pulls down my bralet, exposing my bare chest to the back window of the carriage. It is small but big enough to be exposed. I see through to the next carriage, and spot a group of drunk football fans pointing and noticing my ordeal through the glass. I try to cover my face with one hand and remove his groping claws with the other, however he quickly grabs and restrains me and continues his attack.

His finger begins to increase in pressure on my clit, as he continued to toy with my hard nipples. He suddenly stepped away, and after I froze for a second considering my next move, briefly returned, crouching to whip my underwear down. My pussy and tits were both out now, and still nobody cared. The football fans in the other cart began jeering at me and this gained the attention of some others in the carriage, who also began shouting and cheering at me as I cried, sobbed and squirmed.

The man laughed behind me, as if to be in some big inside joke with them. He drew his finger along my wet slit from front to back. I cried loudly this time just as the Subway cart screeched even louder, drowning out my wails. He tightened his arms around me as he began circling my clit. My knees collapsed and I began shuddering at the intensity and violation as he relentlessly continued dancing his fingers around my sensitive nub and tugging at my nipples.

Suddenly, I feel my body completely betray me as the beginnings of an orgasm start to arise. I slam my forehead into the window and cry out as I feel something hard on my opening. He had his hard cock out. I began wildly flailing and crying, trying to escape but the cart suddenly did a big bump, and in the brief jump he had quickly slid his penis into my cunt.

It wasn't long but it was fat. Stretching my pussy wide as he slid in and out, entering deep with every jostle of the carriage. A moan came from somewhere. I gasp as I realise the moan had slipped from my mouth. I let out a low wail as the man realises and moves close to my ear, grunting as he leaves a sloppy trail dragging his tongue up my face as if to claim me. I felt disgusted while he pounded me from behind, while still toying with my clit and nipples.

Two of the fans from the group in the carriage behind stood closer to the window now, clearly wanting a closer view. They stood smiling and looking at me as if I was a show put there for them, a completely normal occurrence; humiliated, exposed and completely disgusted in myself. The combination of sensations as well as the men ogling my exposed body from behind the glass was too much.

Tears streamed my face as I felt myself approaching a climax. My walls tightened and the man clearly felt this on his cock. He increased his speed; on my clit, on my nipples, in my pussy. My knees buckled and he held me up as I silently sobbed and let myself reach climax. My entire body shuddered and convulsed as I felt myself fill with something warm. He came in me. He was now grabbing a tit in each hand and gripped them painfully hard as he released himself in me. The train began to slow down as he pushed me onto the floor.

On my knees on the train floor, he grabbed my face by the chin to look at him and I finally saw my rapist. He was ugly, fat and had a wiry beard reaching down his neck. He was about 60 and was wearing a football shirt of the team everybody was wearing. He smiled, bending down to pick a beer can up from the floor and emptied the small amount left right over me.

Warm beer trickled down my face, neck, tits and between my spread knees. The train doors opened suddenly and he disappeared down the carriage. People moved on and off, choosing to ignore the sight of me with my breasts and pussy out, wet hair and clothes crying on the floor. I pulled myself up and left at the next stop, crossing the platform and returning home immediately.

I got inside and cried all evening, however something else happened. Through my tears, I found my hands exploring my body as I relieved the trauma and fear of that morning. The violation, the exposure and finally, the orgasm. I was disgusting and disappointed in myself, and god did it feel good.