Raped by a stranger on a train

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The weekend arrived, and I booked my train ticket online in advance to return to Chiayi from Taipei. Since I was only going for a short time, I didn't bring much luggage, just a shoulder bag. My outfit was also simple: I tied my hair in a ponytail, wore a small cotton t-shirt covering my ample 32D breasts, and super-short hot pants with slits on both sides that reached the top of my thighs, making my round, perky buttocks more prominent and sexy, and also making my legs look longer. Finally, I put on short socks and sneakers.

But even though I was going home, I still had to look my best, since I was going out. So I spent over an hour doing my eyeliner, putting on my royal blue contact lenses, coloring my eyebrows, applying false eyelashes to make my eyes look bigger and more beautiful, adding a touch of blush to my cheeks, and sprinkling some Chanel perfume into the air to let it fall naturally onto me. Then I calmly headed out the door.

"I hope there aren't too many people today," I thought.

But my expectations were greatly disappointed. Every carriage was packed. The aisles were overflowing with passengers who couldn't find seats, some even standing in front of those with seats. Moving even half a step was impossible. After a

tremendous struggle, saying "Excuse me, could you let me pass?" at least 20 times, I finally reached my reserved seat, only to find an elderly man already sleeping there. He looked quite old and tired, so I thought, "I'll let him sit," and stood to the side. Two

stops later, my legs were screaming at me, aching and exhausted. I also needed to use the restroom, so I kept saying "Excuse me, could you let me pass?" as I laboriously made my way to the toilet at the end of the carriage. It seemed like others were squeezing in behind me, but I didn't think much of it; I just wanted to get there first.

I opened the toilet's metal door, my shoulder bag slung over my shoulder, and hurriedly tried to close it. Suddenly, a figure forced his way in from the outside, slamming me against the innermost wall. He then slammed the door shut and locked the "in use" padlock.

"Wait!..." I jumped up from the wall in a panic, trying to pull the door shut, but the man forcefully pushed me back. His two large, strong arms grabbed my hands and pinned them against the wall, rendering me immobile. Then, he pressed his body against me, leaving my chest and abdomen completely sealed. My bag fell to the floor, its contents scattered everywhere. The already cramped train toilet, barely big enough for one person, now felt even smaller.

"Hey, hottie," the man's deep voice had a Taiwanese accent, "Hot girl, the whole carriage smelled of perfume just now. I followed the scent to find someone, and it turns out it was you who sprayed it?" "Let go of me... ugh, get away...!" "You look as tempting as the perfume you sprayed," he pinched my face with one hand, "Hehe... look at this cute little face, wow, your eyes are so beautiful, blue pupils, you're like a sexy doll." "Cough... please, let go of my hand, don't do this..." "I just got out of prison not long ago, and today I'm going to use you to finish off all the pent-up frustration I didn't get to." After saying that, the man used one hand to grab both of my wrists and pin them against the wall, while his other hand cupped my face and examined it for a moment. After getting satisfaction from my panicked sapphire blue pupils, he slapped me hard with a "smack!"

"Ugh!!" I cried out in pain. He immediately grabbed my breasts roughly through my t-shirt, kneading and squeezing them, his breath coming out in a beastly way. He pulled a Swiss Army knife from his right pocket, flicked out the sharp blade, pressed it against the neckline of my t-shirt, and then, with a "hiss..." cut downwards repeatedly, instantly splitting my t-shirt in two, wide open to the sides.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!" I screamed, trying to escape, but I was completely subdued by his large hands and body. How could this be? Had I run into a pervert on the train, someone my friends were joking around with? How could I escape now? I desperately tried to think.

The man wasn't idle either; he cut the front of my bra with the short knife, and now my black bra had followed suit, hanging precariously from my shoulders.

He then grabbed my left breast with one hand, pinching my nipple between his fingers and twisting it in circles. "Damn, what beautiful, big breasts! I've stumbled upon some top-quality stuff!" I couldn't withstand such a sudden attack on my sensitive spot; my body temperature rose noticeably, and I let out a soft "Ah!" He raised an eyebrow slightly, twisting my nipple even harder and in larger circles. His other hand finally released my wrist and joined the fray, pulling and twisting my right nipple.

The way he was pulling my breasts created a strange, painful pleasure, like an invisible electric chain connecting his fingers to my nipples, forming an invisible curve with each powerful up-and-down movement. Damn it. I told myself I was being forced, I couldn't just give in, these sensations were just my body's instinctive reaction.

"No! No, no!..." I frowned and pounded on his shoulders with both hands, but it was like hitting a small, hard mountain; it had no effect on him at all. The man ignored my attempts to resist, twisting my pink nipple violently with his left hand while his right hand touched my thigh. Instinctively, I squeezed my legs together, but his right hand was surprisingly strong, forcibly spreading my legs so I was standing in an inverted Y-shape.

Oh God, how could I be so vulnerable? This won't do; I'll succumb! I have to think of something. A thought suddenly struck me. I grabbed the man's neck with both hands and used all my strength to grip his throat: "I'll kill you!" I gritted my teeth and said fiercely.

This trick worked. Even a burly man like him stared at me with wide, pained eyes, his face contorted in a grimace. In a flash, instead of pulling my hands away, his right hand moved swiftly between my legs, grabbing the buttons of my shorts and unbuttoning them all the way down to my ankles. Then, with lightning speed, he slipped his fingers inside my black underwear , his fingers probing my cleft.

That was it. His attack sent waves of tingling pleasure straight to my brain, and all my strength seemed to evaporate into thin air. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed. The hands that had been gripping his neck instantly released, falling onto his shoulders. To an outsider, it looked as if I were hugging him.

"Huff...huff...roar...huff..." The man lowered his head and gasped for breath for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked at me with a beastly expression: "Hot girl, you thought you could really strangle me? Look at your little cunt, with my finger sticking in it like this, you surrender now." "..." "You little slut, I was just thinking of letting you give me a blowjob because you're sexy and seem obedient...but now it's not that easy to let you go." "...No...please...I won't do it again...let me go...sob sob sob." As I spoke, I unconsciously started sobbing.

"You slutty little bitch, you think I'm a fake? Damn, you're so pretty and you still want to kill me? Are all women this cheap? Now it's my turn to kill you." "Sob sob sob...no...please...really...sob sob sob sob...no..." All the fierceness from before was gone, now I was just a weak little woman, desperately begging him to spare my life.

However, the man pretended not to hear, biting down on my exposed nipple and greedily sucking and licking it like someone who hadn't drunk water for three days grabbing an ice cream cone, wanting to devour it completely; his right hand continued to tease me rapidly up and down inside my vagina, like a vibrating massager turned up to its maximum.

I was moaning and groaning from his double assault, completely unable to resist, only able to let this man play with my swaying breasts and my completely exposed vagina, mixed with extreme shame and embarrassment, and also the pleasure of being teased and beginning to respond.

"Oh...oh...ouch...no...uh...ha...ha..." "You're panting like that and saying no? You're fucking innocent, hot bastard?" "No...don't...ah...let me go...ahhhh...uh-ha, uh-ha, oh...I won't tell anyone...oh..." "Idiot? I won't give you a chance to tell anyone, you little bitch hot bastard." Then he pulled out his right hand, stripped his lower body naked, lifted my right calf and put it on his arm, leaving my last line of defense wide open and completely exposed. Then he showed off his incredibly powerful penis, holding it and rubbing it against my vulva, preparing to enter me. I was so scared that I turned pale and begged for mercy.

"Uh...ah...oh...no...don't...ah...please, spare me, don't come in...ouch...woo..." "Then answer a few questions for me," he said, without stopping his big cock, continuing to rub against my already soaking wet vulva.

"Tell me! Tell me! I'll tell you everything!" I quickly agreed.

"What's your name, hot girl?"

"Xiao...Xiao Ting..."

"Are you working or a student?"

"Student..." "Do

you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes..."

"Where are you going by train?"

"Back...home...waaaaaah..."

"Are you happy that I ran into you?"

"Ugh...waaaaah...happy...uh-huh..." "Wrong answer! Dishonest!" He suddenly revealed a fierce look and said harshly.

"Ah...! No...I'm sorry! I shouldn't have...please give me another chance..." Before I could finish speaking, the man lifted my right leg and thrust his penis into my vagina, reaching the very bottom.

"Ugh!" I groaned, my vagina being forced open and then gripped by his large penis, and then I began to be fucked up and down like this.

Sigh, just taking a train, and I'm so unlucky to be raped by a complete stranger, whose name I don't even know, in this small, dirty, and smelly toilet. This must be every girl's biggest nightmare. But things have already come to this point, and I can only obediently swallow my fate of being raped and losing my virginity.

I don't have time to think about that. The man's hot penis is going in and out of my vagina, ravaging me. I have no choice but to let him have his way. He thrusts harder and harder, initially penetrating deeper with each thrust, until finally each thrust hits my G-spot. I can only stand on one foot, unable to stand because of his forceful and brutal thrusting. I can only barely keep my balance on my toes while holding onto his neck with both hands. My whole weight is on him, relying on him for support. My ponytail flies up and down in the air. Every up and down beat comes from the man's strong and full weapon below, relentlessly and brutally fucking me.

"Ah...oh...ouch...I hate it...waaaah...uh...uh..." "Damn, so good...you little slut...I'll fuck you to death, oh, oh, so good..." "Please...uh...no more...I hate it...oh...no more ahhh...ah...ah..." "Xiao Ting, right? Hmph...hmph...I'll make a dog tag later that says I'm Xiao Ting's bitch, please use me, hang me around your neck and walk around, how about that?" "Oh...oh...I hate it, don't do this...have mercy on me...ouch...oh..." "Oh... um..." "You have a boyfriend and you still put on makeup like this, are you asking for it? Damn it, you were born to be a bitch and be ridden." "Eee... haa, haa haa... please... stop talking... I hate it, I hate it so much... ahhh..." I was being fucked by him while being verbally humiliated, feeling both ashamed and comfortable, a mix of emotions. He had already fucked my pussy until it was numb and sore, but he didn't seem to be about to ejaculate; I was hopeless, I was going to be fucked to death by this guy. I thought to myself.

At this moment, he suddenly used his other hand to support my left leg and lifted me up in one breath. He held my buttocks with both hands and squeezed them hard. Now my legs, which were still wearing sneakers, were suspended in the air and pinned to his two big arms. The only support was his amazingly large penis. There was no room for shame at that moment, so I could only quickly hug his neck with both hands and press my breasts against his chest.

"This is called a train bento, haha, we're really on a train! You're the main dish in this bento!" "Mmm... Ouch... Ah... Ahh... Oh... Ee-hmm..." "Let's see what we're eating today? We're eating a little bitch, and that little bitch is called Xiaoting." "Hmm... Mmm... Ah... Ugh... Guh... Haahaha..." I was too exhausted to speak, I could only cry and shake my head, my ponytail swaying left and right, a mix of pretty and lewd. My wet little hole was getting hotter and hotter, more and more numb, and as the big monster fiercely fucked me inside, I reached the point of orgasm.

"You slut, dressed like that and wearing perfume to seduce everyone in the carriage, right? Damn it, I'll fuck you to death for everyone." "No... um... no... I'm going to cum, ah... oh... oh..." "You're going to climax so soon? Useless slut, damn it," the more he said, the harder his penis pressed against me, slowly driving me to orgasm. It felt like all the power in the world was concentrated on his mighty

sword, relentlessly thrusting into me. My uterus felt like it was being pierced, and my brain was about to explode. "Ah... ahhh... I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum ahh ...

This climax drained all the strength I had left. I collapsed onto him, my legs limply draped over his thick arms, barely breathing.

He sensed my paralysis and laughed, "Hahaha, you slut, out of strength, huh?" "..." "I could feel how tight your legs were just now, now they're hanging on my arms, right?" "..." "I'm not done yet, don't think it's over." His erect penis didn't stop for a second, using his endless waist strength to continue thrusting into my already weak and soft honey hole. With each in-and-out rhythm, my two limp little legs swayed up and down on his arms.

"Hey, Xiaoting, why is your pussy so loose after you orgasm?" the man complained, but he didn't pull away from me. Instead, he thrust faster and harder because of it. My mind was blank and chaotic. I had no thoughts or ideas. My limp body was sending me the only message: his penis was still thrusting inside me.

"Oh...so your pussy is this loose when you don't clench? Damn, you really are a slutty bitch, haven't you been used by a lot of people? Say something, why aren't you talking, you're just panting?" "..." "Hehehe, you have another nickname besides 'little slut,' Song Xiaoting, how about it, do you like your new nickname?" "..." He saw that I was practically a vegetable, so he sat on the toilet seat, turned me around so that my back was facing him, and sat down on my super powerful penis, all the way in. He grabbed my swaying breasts with one hand and pulled my ponytail down with the other. My head naturally tilted upwards as my ponytail was pulled, and my half-rolled eyes looked at the bathroom ceiling. My legs were spread open and placed on his legs. He continued to fuck me like this for twenty minutes, my two big, white breasts rising and falling, drawing curves in the air.

"Fuck you to death...fuck you to death...Song Xiaoting, you're so pretty, but your pussy is so useless." "..." "You're only a few years old and you're already so loose, your future husband won't be happy, haha, I'll fuck you to pieces, you slut!" "..." "Haha, look at you, like a lump of mud, letting strangers play with you however they want. I wonder what your friends and classmates would say if they saw this?" "..." The train rattled on the tracks, and inside the toilet, there were the sounds of my pert little butt hitting his penis, along with his cold-blooded laughter and curses. I was powerless to talk back, unable to react, my whole body like an inflatable doll being used by him for his lust.

Finally, the man growled, "Fuck...I'm about to cum," and then pushed me forward away from his penis. I crashed into the iron wall in front of me, my legs spread apart, kneeling on the floor, my upper body and face pressed against the wall, I didn't even have the strength to stand up.

He grabbed my ponytail and turned my face towards him, then began spraying large amounts of semen onto my long eyelashes, dark eyeshadow, eyebrows, and nose. He vented his semen on my flushed face for a long time, spraying it all over my eyelashes, lips, nostrils, and cheeks. After he finished, he released my ponytail, letting my pitifully splattered face fall back against the wall. Shaking his drooping penis, he pulled up his pants and picked up my scattered belongings.

"Let's see what's in your bag, you little bitch," he said, taking out my ID card and writing my address on his hand. "Now I know where you live, you little slut Ting." He then took out my camera and snapped a dozen photos of me kneeling on the floor, face to face against the wall, covered in semen and looking pitiful, from various angles. There were close-ups of my face, close-ups of my breasts, and he even squatted down and spread open my loose vagina to take more pictures.

Then he picked up my phone and called himself: "Next time I call you, you have to come out and satisfy me, or I'll post the photos online." Finally, he took my entire wallet, patted my head, and said, "Consider this money as payment for what I demanded of you. You're lucky I chose you, aren't you? You little slut? Haha." It seems my nightmare isn't over yet. To prevent those photos from getting out, I might have to be at his beck and call from now on, as his sex toy.

Before leaving, he spat on my head, opened the toilet door, and strode away. I remained kneeling inside, eyes rolled back, face pressed against the wall, until the next old man, who couldn't hold it in any longer, came in and saw a ponytail girl covered in semen, half-dead in the toilet. He screamed in surprise and then notified the train conductor.

[The End]

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