Chikan Time!

Ava wanted to be close to the bustling street culture of Soho and rode the train back and forth to the meetings.  She loved the sleekness and speed of the train as it zipped through the underbelly of London.  However, she was disappointed after her first day of meetings because it was dark by the time she returned to the hotel, and there was no time for more sightseeing.  The next three days were no different, and Ava was beginning to plan an alternative.

On the last day of the meetings, Ava decided to wear more relaxed business attire.  Although it was a skirt and jacket, she wore a lightweight cotton blouse, no pantyhose, and placed a pair of tennis shoes in her bag.  Ava intended to change from her high heels to tennis shoes and go sightseeing despite the time the last meeting ended.

As luck would have it, the last meeting ends in the late afternoon.  Ava said her goodbyes, exchanged business cards and hurried to the train.  It was Friday afternoon and the beginning of rush hour.  Ava was shocked by the sheer number of people waiting for the train.  She had to wait until the third train before she could get on board.  There were no seats, and she was pushed to about midway on the train.  She reached with one hand and grabbed the bar above her head for balance as the train lunged forward.  Ava found herself sandwiched between a horde of Brits, all eager to get home for the weekend.  However, at each stop, more people crowded onto the train.

Ava felt extra claustrophobic when somebody behind her pressed their body against her back.  If not for the fact people were in front of her, Ava would’ve fallen.  She started to turn to chastise the stranger when Ava felt their hot breath on her ear.

“Don’t move, Slut,” a male voice ordered in a Geordie accent.  “Look to your right.”

Ava turned her eyes, she could feel the butterflies of fear building in her stomach, and she saw a large hand just at her right hip.  In the hand, she could see about two inches of a blade sparkle in the light.  She immediately stiffened as the man behind her pushed his hips into her backside.  Ava could feel something hard pushing against her buttocks.  Although she hadn’t had sex for a while, she knew an erect penis when she felt one.

“Don’t move, don’t say a word, or I’ll gut you right here,” the voice whispered harshly in her ear.

She could feel the man’s lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, and she knew no one else could hear him but her.  “Please, just take my purse,” she whispered back at the stranger.

“A Yank, eh?”  Ava heard his soft, cold laughter.  “I don’t want your purse, slut.”

Ava ran several choices through her mind.  She cut her eyes around the train.  Ava’s stomach churned as the woman realized the crowd was oblivious to her plight.  She thought she might scream for help, but the glint of metal from the knife was still visible.  She also found it difficult to think with the hardness of her assailant’s cock pressing against her.  She tried to shift her weight to at least escape the pressure.

“Move again, and your intestines will be lying on the floor,” the man whispered, responding to her attempt to move.  “Spread your legs.”

He punctuated his command by bringing the hand with the knife to Ava’s waist and pressing the point into the side of her abdomen.

Ava’s fear increased, and she immediately moved her feet apart.  As the train rocked along, she felt the man’s fingers on the inside of her thigh working toward her pussy.  She moved her right leg to close them.  The fingers stopped and she immediately felt the point in her side again.  She glanced to where the man held the knife and saw blood on her blouse, her blood.  Ava decided this man would surely kill her and bit her lower lip to stop herself screaming.

The fingers started again, and Ava felt her skirt rising.  She tried to keep her breathing slow as she felt him lightly stroking the curve of her buttocks, where it connected to her thigh.  The fingers crept higher, and Ava felt a thumb insert into the waistband of her panties.  She winced as the point of the knife stabbed her while her assailant gently pulled her panties down.

Her eyes darted around, hoping somebody would see what was happening to her, as her panties became bunched around her knees.  A brown shoe suddenly stepped on her panties between her knees, easily pushing them to the floor of the train.  The stranger’s shoe remained on the panties as if symbolizing her defeat.

“Step out of them,” the man said simply.

Ava rose one foot, then the other, and watched as the shoe pushed her panties behind her and out of sight.  She was conscious of the cool air coming up her skirt and hitting her bare privates.  The train slowed, and Ava prayed silently the woman could escape when it stopped.  As the doors opened, she felt another hand around her waist, holding her.  Crowds rushed off, and for a moment, no one was in front of her.  However, more people rushed in, and her situation remained unchanged.

Ava became aware the hem of her skirt was rising again, and she stiffened when this time the finger touched her pussy lips.  Her assailant started using his thumb and forefinger to pull at her pubic hair, causing her labia to separate.

“Please,” Ava whispered, hoping for relief.

“I said shut up, slut.”

He jammed a single finger into her cunt.

Ava felt the heat in her face as she turned crimson.  The man’s finger thrust slowly.  Ava’s dryness caused the motion to rub her insides uncomfortably.  She spread her legs more, trying to ease the discomfort.  Her assailant misunderstood her intent.

“So, you want more?”

Ava shivered as he removed his finger and slid along her pussy lips, searching for her most sensitive areas.  She closed her eyes tightly at the first touch of his finger on her clit.  Her assailant moved his finger in a circular motion over her bud, and it immediately responded, becoming erect.  She opened her eyes wide in shock as she felt her juices wash over her cunt, responding to his touch.  The man felt it also and ran his finger through the moisture and back to her clit.  He rubbed her clit lightly several times, then easily slid two fingers inside her cunt.

The train continued to rock, and Ava tried to brace herself.  The rocking of the train caused her body to involuntarily move in rhythm to the fingers lodged deep in her now-soaked cunt.  The train stopped again, but her assailant continued to torment her cunt by jamming his fingers into her several times, then rubbing her clit.

Ava stared in anguish at people getting off and on the train, yet no one took any notice of her.  Some even deliberately ignored her soulful, pleading eyes, thinking she was just another crazy woman on the train.

*****

Ava felt a third finger probing her and opening her legs involuntarily to allow easier access.  Her unknown assailant now thrust three fingers inside her cunt.  Ava could feel her cunt responding, and it became sloppy with juices.  Ava cannot fight the abuse mentally as her assailant moved his fingers randomly.  He pounded his fingers inside her, then slid them forward to pinch her clit repeatedly, then slid back between her ass cheeks, trying to probe her anus.

At the first touch of her anus, she tried to clench, yet her attempts were futile as he worked his slick thumb at least an inch into her.  Ava could feel her assailant’s random touching had worked her juices so much she was soaked from her butt to her clit, and down the insides of both thighs.

The random activity, probing, and constant manipulation of her clit turned Ava’s body against her.  A little bead of sweat formed on her upper lip.  She also felt her respiration and heart rate increase.  His constant stimulation and the rocking of the train were combining to turn Ava’s body against her.  She could feel her nipples hardening and straining to break free from her bra.

She was subconsciously shifting her weight from foot to foot, raising and lowering herself on the fingers playing with her cunt.  Copious juice ran from her pussy, and using the slimy liquid, her assailant could now probe her rectum with two fingers without resistance.

Ava lost the stimulation to her body and was unaware his hand had moved from her waist.  She snapped back to reality when she felt her blouse pulled from the waistband of her skirt, and his hand rapidly ran up the center of her back to the clasp holding her bra together.  Ava sucked in the air quickly as her assailant, with one motion, undid the clasp of her bra.

Ava started to move her free hand but froze when she felt the tip of the knife in the center of her back.  The train stopped again, and her eyes darted to the doors as they opened at her stop.  For a moment, she forgot the sensations of pleasure coursing through her body, and the thought of escape raced through her mind again.

She hesitated.  The doors shut, and the train moved on.

Noticing fewer people on board, it was still crowded, though, and no one paid any attention to her.  She grunted as her assailant began pinching her clit again, then ran his fingers to her anus and pushed them inside her rectum to slowly finger-bang her asshole.

Ava felt the hand move around her back, push her bra out of the way, and engulf her right tit.  As the two fingers left her rectum, three fingers were inserted into her cunt.  He started squeezing her right tit and scraping her erect nipple with his fingernail.  She felt lightheaded and shaky, still holding the rail over her head with her right hand, yet feeling as if she was going to collapse.

Ava turned her head slightly and whispered, “Please, I need to hold on with my other hand.”

Initially, there was no response, just a fourth finger inserted into her stretched cunt.  Ava moaned quietly and licked the sweat from her upper lip.

“Please,” she begged in a breathless whisper.

No response.

Ava knew she was going to fall, so she risked slowly raising her left arm.  Trapping her nipple between his first two fingers and thumb.  He clamped down as she moved her arm up, increasing the pressure on her nipple.  Sparks of pain shot through her tit as her hand reached the rail.  He then twisted her nipple and pushed his fist into her cunt.

Ava grabbed the rail as an orgasm swept over her body in relentless waves.  Her knees buckled, and a low moan escaped her as her assailant continued to twist her nipple while turning his fist back and forth inside her cunt.  Ava thought she was biting through her lower lip to avoid screaming.  She forgot she was on a train, in a crowd, until the man in front of her turned his head to her and spoke.

“You alright, luv,” he asked with an almost cockney lilt.

“Yes,” she said quietly as her orgasm faded.

The cockney man shrugged and turned to face the direction the train was moving in.

She suddenly felt the breath of her assailant in her ear, saying, “My turn now, slut.  Don’t move.”

For the first time since her assault began, her assailant’s hands leave her body.  He removed his fist from her cunt and released her nipple.  Ava didn’t move, holding her breath and wondering what he meant by ‘my turn.’  Then she heard a zipper.  The woman soon felt his thumbs at her anus again, and his hands spread across the globes of her buttocks.  Ava’s experience with any sex was limited.  Still, she never considered the orifice her assailant preferred to be a place for sex.

She felt her ass cheeks pull in opposite directions and glanced to see her skirt in front had been pulled up, knowing her rear must be exposed.  Ava wondered why no one noticed what was happening to her.  Moving only her eyes, she looked at the passengers consumed with their small lives, deliberately ignoring everyone around them, as if any form of communication would be the end of civilization.

When she felt just the tip of his cock press against her anus, Ava tightened her grip on the rail above her head and tried to concentrate on relaxing.  She knew she was well lubricated as her pussy juices were running down the insides of her thighs to just above her knees.  The sound of the train as it sped along was now heightened in her ears.

Duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun.

Once her assailant pushed just the tip of his hard cock into her anus, he released Ava’s ass.  His hands ran under the back of her blouse to her tits.  Ava shut her eyes tightly as he groped her tits, then found her nipples and squeezed them firmly.

The train rocked as it picked up speed.  Ava swayed, feeling the incredible pressure in her asshole.  The train crossed a blackout area, and the carriage went dark.  When the carriage went dark, Ava felt intense pain in her tits as her assailant roughly twisted her nipples.

Ava yelped and felt the pressure in her asshole increase, then burn as her tight anal ring spread open and allowed her tormentor’s cock to slide deep inside her bowels with minimal resistance.  The penetration stopped when she felt the material of his pants against her bare ass cheeks.  As the light returned, he pulled his cock out slightly, then pushed it back home.  Ava gripped the rail so tightly that her knuckles were white as he continued to twist and smash her nipples.  In short strokes, he fucked Ava’s virgin asshole.

The train slowed for another stop.  Ava just had time to glance at the stop map on the wall and see it was the second last stopped on this route.  As many people left the carriage, her assailant started slamming into Ava’s ass with long, powerful strokes.  She was releasing short bursts of air with whispery grunts with each thrust, rapidly building to another orgasm when people started loading the train.  He slowed his thrust to short, rapid strokes again.  She whimpered quietly in frustration as the train lunged forward and built speed.

Duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun, duh-dun.