Disclaimer: this story contains unwanted groping. I (obviously) don't condone this in really life. Pretty submissive myself and I enjoy the fantasy. This chapter doesn't include penetrative sex (yet).
The Railway Pt.1: Subway assault
Alone in a dark apartment with smoke stained walls lived mrs. Barry. She couldn't walk much further than the corner store around the block and even that proved too big of a challenge some days. With no energy and no means to go out, she spent most her time with the front door ajar but on its chain, peering out into the hallway. As many people, who are like mrs. Barry, dirt poor, she was most generous. Each time the girl from down the hall came home, she would invite her in for stale cookies and tea. She knew the girl was struggling with the ever so steeply rising costs of life and handed her some change whenever she could. In return young Emma would carry her groceries up the stairs or sweep and dust mrs. Barry's kitchen. The sweet girl was always ready to help.
"Be careful", mrs. Barry would say each morning as Emma passed on her way to the factory. All Emma could do was smile at her. They both knew that there was no "being careful" for an attractive eighteen year old girl when taking the subway. Everyone knew, yet no one seemed brave enough to do anything about it. Or perhaps it had become so common that no one cared. It was easier to look away.
Mrs. Barry wished there was more she could do. Every day Emma seemed more and more worn out from the factory work. There were so many girls like her. They left their families to move to the big city, full of dreams, hopes and ambition, only to loose their spirit a few months down the line. Yet, sweet Emma hadn't lost her innocence and, tired as she was, she always remained kind.
It was on a Thursday, Emma climbed the stairs, exhausted from yet another double shift. She hadn't eaten all day and at this point felt too worn out to. She'd already spotted the dim light coming from mrs. Barry's apartment and felt tempted to skip her evening visit. When she reached door number 87 she was surprised as it swung open wide. Mrs. Barry stood there, smiling ear to ear, with a folder in her hand. Seeing mrs. Barry's unusual enthusiasm gave Emma a spark of hope as well. "Come, dear. Come in", she repeated over and over, leading Emma to the kitchen where the same dry biscuits from the day before were laid out and a kettle whistled. "Have some tea, dear, here", she shuffled around, pulling a chair out for the girl and taking the kettle off the fire. "Sit, dear. Enjoy," pointing at the biscuits, "I have some wonderful news!"
Mrs. Barry sat down across from her and gave her the crinkled pamphlet. It was a colorful rendition of the classic "we need you" posters with the promise of a fulfilling job and generous pay. It seemed too good to be true. She smiled awkwardly at her older neighbor and chewed slowly on one of the biscuits so she could think of a delicate way to say it seemed rather dodgy. "It's just for you, isn't it?" asked mrs. Barry, "The perfect opportunity, no?"
"I don't know, mrs. Barry," said Emma, "but I'll read it through and think about it." she added when she saw the disappointment on mrs. Barry's face.
Emma didn't much consider the pamphlet, she put it away, thinking it must obviously be a scam. The next morning they exchanged the usual "be careful" and friendly nod before she took the overcrowded subway to work.
The underground was busy as usual. Emma found herself a spot in the center of the wagon where she could hold on to a railing at the ceiling. More and more people shuffled in, crowding around her. They moved in unison at every start and stop. It was hot in the metro and as the doors opened at another stop, she felt the people brush past her. In the corner of her eye, she saw a man in a hoody stand by her left side. He stood awfully close but she didn't have much room to move away. The doors closed, the train started and the stranger stepped even closer. His front was now tightly pressed against the back of her thigh. An uncomfortable feeling crept up, when she looked around, not one person in the whole overcrowded subway cart looked her way. The train made a brisk turn, making many passengers stumble. A hand grabbed on to her hip. The hooded man pulled her tightly against his body as he began grinding his hips.
"Stop that," Emma said with such a coarse voice that it was almost a whisper. She tried again to say something, as the man rubbed his pubic area now more clearly against her thigh and butt, her voice betrayed her. There was hardly any sound coming out at all, let alone something loud enough to get over the constant murmurs of a full subway cart.
