It had been a long time since Calle had ridden the train to work. If the accident last night on the freeway hadn't closed the majority of the lanes for repair she and the majority of the commuter crush would probably not be on the train packed in like sardines struggling to find room just to stand. As she had gotten on the train she had been pushed and steered until she found herself effectively wedged against the emergency exit door and the last row of seats. There was an older gentleman sitting in the seat looking at his phone. She tried to shift slightly but she was pressed more firmly into position by the body behind her. But as she adjusted she noticed that the dirty old man sitting there was watching porn.
She rolled her eyes and sniffed in disgust. Just then, the pressure from behind her intensified and a voice whispered in her ear, "What's the matter slut? You too good for porn?"
Calle gasped and tried to turn to see who was behind her, but wedged as she was, she was unable to see him. The Voice was right in her ear whispering so softly she was hard pressed to hear him over the noise of the train and the passengers shuffling and sniffling.
"Let me tell you something, you prissy little whore, there is nothing that you are too good for." She gasped as a hand reach forward and gripped her breast, mauling at her fabric covered breast until her nipple stood up. "Do not make a sound or I will release video of you online, stuff that will definitely get you fired when I send it to your boss. Stay quiet and take it like the slut we both know you are."
Calle blushed and tried to think of what kind of video someone might have of her but in a world of deep fakes there was no telling what someone could create. She tried to consider what her options were but it was hard to think because his other hand was now inching up her skirt in the front. Her hands were full with her bags and pinned as they were it was not a given she would be able to use them if she let go of her stuff. Then his hand was sliding into her underwear.
"Someone forgot to get a wax."
The fear and anxiety plus the stimulation had caused her pussy to grow moist so his fingers were easily able to slide over her clit. She wanted to gasp but held it back to a low hiss. "Good girl," The Voice whispered. His hand on her breast caught her distended nipple and began plucking and pinching while he slowly rolled her clit under his fingers. Calle felt herself melting. The fear was receding slightly as her body kicked into a hum of desire, desire that she had not felt in way too long. The shame, the lack of control of her own body and absolute power of the Voice behind her all settled in a hot ball of need low in her belly.
"Look at him. You think he wants a live show?" The Voice said causing her to turn and look at the man in the seat next to them. "Get his attention."
"Huh?" Calle was mortified at the thought that someone might see her being groped in public.
"You know you want him to see you... watch you... get hard thinking about touching you this way. Get his attention. Try a little moan. Come on, little slut, you know you want to."
Calle moaned breathily barely over a whisper. The guy twitched but didn't look. The hand pinched her nipple. She moaned a touch louder and the old man glanced up saw the hand gripping her cloth covered breast. He quickly grabbed his phone and fiddled with a couple buttons. Calle saw her chest, hand covered, appear on the screen. The pervert was filming her attack.
"Good girl," The Voice whispered, with a gentle squeeze to her breast and clit, causing Calle to shiver. "I am going to unbutton your blouse and show him your beautiful tit. You want that don't you little slut, you want him to see your pretty titty?"
