The concrete of the tunnel is cold against the exposed skin of my ass, but my short legs barely respond after collapsing upon my meaty cheeks. The tremors in my thighs continue long after I sit down, and I have to concentrate to feel the vibrations of the approaching train in my bones. I know that all I have to do is stand, climb aboard and switch trains at the hub. I can't make myself get up from the ground and it's taking more than just a minute to gather my wits in the small alcove right off the main subway line: a Breakdown Station.
I haven't been the property of my master for very long. Since he opened my eyes to reality I've spent most of that time training with my new daddy to be the best slave and whore for him that I can be. Most of my training has been at his feet, or in my dungeon. I don't know all the secrets that someone born into this world would know, and I get lost a lot in the outside.
My master showed me places like this, where a person like me can catch a ride to the majority of undergovernment offices spread throughout the subway system. In an emergency, I can get most of the way back to the passages that connect to his house and my dungeon. These stations only operate when a rider is present, otherwise even as thick as ordinary people are, the use of them would come under scrutiny. In the eyes of the sleepwalking the subway appears to break down, allowing a rider to board or disembark the train.
The train stops and exhausted, I step aboard. It's a short ride to the hub, where I can disappear in the crush of people moving from place to place.
I step gingerly, not just because my dress is for lack of better words, a mobile bondage apparatus, between my legs, shoved deep inside my gash a silver egg sex toy sits rocking against my honey spot. The egg is enchanted of course, like many of the gifts my new daddy, my master, has given me. This passive sex toy activates in the proximity of a special soul we refer to as a potential. The closer the potential is more intensely the egg vibrates, with the acquisition of a rare and valuable soul, the vibration will not stop until physical contact is made.
The possibility of maddeningly powerful orgasms that will not stop, is a powerful inspiration to find the target. This damn thing wrung orgasm after orgasm from my dripping twat while I was sucking my father's fat stinking cock. It rapped against my g-spot forcing my body to betray me, and the enchantment wasn't even active then!
The egg began to buzz around inside me, sharp fast pulses to get my attention, then varying in intensity as I moved toward or away from my target.
I see her, the potential, standing in the crowd, she's traveling to or from work, dressed in a kinda, "I barely manage to function" goth style. She's got a name tag from a local cheesy porn store chain pinned off kilter to her blouse, "My name is Erica, ask me if I care?" I made a note of her as I walked passed the turnstiles and changed trains, it was one of only a very few of those kinds of shops in this part of town. As long as she didn't approach any closer, the vibrating of the egg against my g-spot, should be bearable.
She turned, and stared at me, startled for a second, then her eyes relaxed and passed around me. She must have seen and then disbelieved what she had seen, my pale harnessed tits and body, bulging in my new tight black leather strap hobble dress.
I lose sight of her in the crowd, but the egg in my pussy continues to buzz so I know she's nearby. I smile for her and those blessed few like her, living free, but on the edge of a new world.
The train car is not very crowded, and I continue to give the sleepwalkers the impression of me as a frumpy woman in a no nonsense pair of shoes and a well worn overcoat. As long as I can control my squirming and moaning, I won't attract attention, and I can relax a little.
Once I'm out of the crowd, I can breathe. The buzzing of the egg takes a backseat to the thoughts I have been avoiding, what happened to me outside the licensing bureau comes back to me in waves, the way my father stunned my legs with his taser. How his fingers tangled at the back of my neck, as he sat on my face. How he forced his cock into my mouth, his taste and smell, the words he said to me, and that he has bigger plans for me.
That someone else owns me, literally body and soul did nothing to deter him. The fact that he is my actual father seemed to both turn him on, and make him loathe me at the same time. Maybe I'm projecting.
I obeyed.
I sucked his cock like I would my own Master because he ordered me to do so. In the shameful core of me, I know I *liked* sucking his cock like I would my own Master.
I'm such a whore.
"You did very well, obeying like you did."
I spun around as quickly as possible given my dress. No one in the train was close enough to me to be the owner of that voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you can't see me now. Just a second, this might take me a little effort to make this happen."
Lounging slobbily across three seats sat a tall, well muscled, obscenely busty, punk rocker in her late teens. She wore threadbare overlapping concert shirts, shredded fishnets, and a leopard print miniskirt so short it barely registered in Kallie's mind as clothing. Her legs stretched out across three seats, crossed at the knee letting more than a little ass hanging out. A wry smile played about her lips, as she slouched professionally.
"How do I look?"
A spike of pain shot right through my head. I grabbed my face directly over my right eye, and had to turn away.
"You're lying! How are you lying? It hurts!"
White crowded the edges of my vision, tunneling down to almost nothing in moments.
"Oh Gods, that's some deal he made."
Her hands, smooth and cool touched my head from behind on both sides above my ears.
"You can look now, it should be fine."
I opened my eyes, hesitant to look at her again. Sitting behind me, way taller and even more curvy, was a light red skinned girl dressed in the same clothes, now stretched to the point of ripping. She was pleasant looking, with a pair of rings pierced on both sides through her lower lip, and short horns poking out from her forehead.
"Are you a succubus?"
"Nope, not even a devil. I'm an Oni, pronounced Oh-ne we're in the ogre family."
"Like a troll?"
Moving so fast I thought she was going to punch my life out, she jabbed her finger into my face. The muscles of her forearm corded as she held her index finger like a lethal weapon.
"No, not like a stinking troll! Do,*you* have troll in your family? I saw *your* father, he's at least half troll!"
I flattened myself against the seat and wall of the train flinching away from her wrath.
"I'm sorry! I don't want to be insulting, I'm just not up on my fantasy biology."
"There you go again, ignorant talking, do these look like fantasy biology to you?"
She planted her long legs about four feet apart and pulled herself to her full height of over seven feet tall, and grabbed both of her proportionally gigantic tits.
I burst into laughter.
"Yes, yes they do!"
She looked at me like I'd slapped her, and then she smiled. I asked her,
"Are you following me?"
"Well, yes, but it's not creepy or anything."
"A seven foot tall invisible giantess follows me onto the train, and that's not creepy?"
