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It’ll be so relaxing to get home and soak in her bathtub. Maybe she’d call Dan and break her date. There’s cold cuts in the refrigerator so a sandwich is all she’d need tonight.
Mary feels the train arrive almost a minute before it pulls into the station, and way before it came into view. There’s the faint rush of wind as the air in the tunnel is pushed by the train. The electric shriek followed soon afterward, the conductor applied the brakes as the train entered the station.
Mary is jarred from her reverie by the hissing of the automatic doors opening. She looked inside the train. As usual, it’s jammed.
Oh hell, rush hour.
Mary sighed as she waited for the passengers to exit before boarding the carriage nearest her. There’s a throng of people, but Mary had done this many times before.
Once inside, it’s obvious any seats recently vacated have already been taken. Mary sighed again as she made her way into the middle of the carriage.
She feels people behind her pushing as too many people enter the carriage. There’s hardly any room to breathe. For a moment, Mary feels her mind start to panic. Calm down, she tells herself, forcing herself to take deep breaths.
Mary feels her body start to relax as her deep breathing does its trick.
Soon, the doors hiss and closed. With a sharp jerk, the train starts to move. Mary, like the other commuters, feels herself sway from the motion. Her grip on the handrail quickly straightening her body.
She looks at her wristwatch, it’s seven minutes after five.
I should be home in twenty minutes, she thinks trying to talk-down her nerves. Still, it’s so crowded today.
Every square inch of the carriage looks occupied, as people desperately try to feign disinterest in what’s happening. Again, her mind starts to panic, and she takes deep breaths to keep herself from fainting.
She becomes conscious of the man behind her, his thigh touching her backside. Under normal circumstances, she’d never allow such an intimate contact from a stranger. However, bodies are packed into the train today, and more are trying to force their way in as if they can catch this train. Even turning to face the man behind her seems impossible due to heaving, sweating press of flesh around her.
The train starts to slow. She can only see blackness in the windows of the train reflecting her predicament as if some absurd modern version of a medieval painting of hell.
Come on, don’t stop now, she thinks as she knows they’re nowhere near a station yet.
The person behind her praises as the train comes to a stop. The contact with her ass becomes more pronounced.
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Once the train stops, Mary’s mind focuses on the man behind her. Whatever’s touching her bottom is now moving slowly in a wide-circle.
That’s no thigh, she thinks, suddenly lightheaded. He’s feeling me up? This can’t be happening.
Mustering her strength so she can push against the sea of bodies to stop this stranger assaulting her, she fails. Curiously, Mary can’t force her body turn, to do anything for that matter, as if it’s been switched off.
I can’t move, she thinks as a tingling sweeps up the back of her neck and across her face.
This paralysis has happened to her several times before during her life, each when she had been under extreme duress, as she is today. A doctor had called it a ‘Conversion Disorder’, she called it ‘stuck in hell’. She tries to say something, anything to make this pervert retreat, yet nothing comes out.
Not now, don’t do this to me now, Mary screams at her brain.
The man’s hand continues to fondle her ass, maybe encouraged by Mary’s lack of protest. Mary’s mind focuses on the location he’s touching her. She can feel his thumb and the rest of his fingers, as two distinct pressure points, slowly squeezing as if testing the ripeness of cantaloupes.
The train starts to move again, and the man’s hand starts making circular motions on her ass cheek. She can feel his fingers so unmistakably now, she realizes he’s touching her beneath her skirt. The only thing preventing direct contact with her flesh is her panties.
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