The Subway Trip

You have come a very important epiphany in your life at this moment as you stand here in a bathroom that is about half the size of your closet and dusted less often. It has now occurred to you that no matter how much your shrill-voiced co-worker from the office pleads with you and cajoles you, going to a karaoke bar accompanied by people you know have no aptitude for singing is not, and will never be, a good idea. You have, during the course of the night, sat through three separate renditions of ‘My Way’, not one of which was on key and each one with its lyrics accentuated with a drunken slur and an obnoxiously loud laugh. You have been in this place since eight o’clock in the evening and it is already past midnight. The procession of talentless idiots that has gone on stage for the last five hours shows little sign of slowing down or running dry of alcohol and the headache that is has caused to surge through your defenseless brain has reached its breaking point. You’re not entirely sure if the filmy white stuff coming out of the tap here is the fluoride you still resent the municipality for adding to the drinking water or some kind of toxin that naturally comes from a bathroom faucet that seems to have only been cleaned since the last health inspection and frankly you don’t care as long as it gets the Tylenol down your gullet. Normally you would be a little more cautious about mixing alcohol and painkillers, but your drinking was shockingly light for the all the times you wished you were in a drunken coma, hearing your co-worker’s voices crack on a low-fidelity microphone. You know very well that you need some modicum of self control to make it home safely via the subway. Ideally you’d have joined one of the carpools driven by the poor sods who agreed to be the designated driver that evening (not that all of them stayed sober), but sadly you live on the opposite end of town and even the most scenic route would leave your woefully tiny abode a good half hour out of the way. Incidentally, you remember that being one of the reasons you dragged yourself out here to this establishment. After all, you never get to visit anyone else’s houses because of the commute, this was your one chance to really hang out and make friends with your fellow office mooks. You remember being really proud of that decision when you first came in, but now that you’ve made elaborate plots of murder thematically involving the very song each co-worker sang that made you hate them, you’re coming to regret your choice. (Unlike them, YOUR rendition of ‘Uptown Girl’ was flawless)

Regardless, you have come to a much wiser decision now. You are getting out while there are still cells left in your brain for them to kill. The walk to the subway in the silent air of the night will be just the thing to relieve your headache and you can happily gloat about your lack of a hangover when Monday rolls around. Thus assured, you turn ninety degrees away from the sink and exit the bathroom, greeted again by that oh so pleasant aroma of cigarette smoke and whiskey. As you wander through what you can only assume are supposed to be trendy leather-bound seats, you spy your group of a dozen or so co-workers, all of them seemingly engrossed in Phil’s exuberant rendition of ‘My Boyfriend's Back’. With a simple lean over the seats and the fakest smile you have ever in your entire life managed to muster, you tell the group at large that you’re taking off and will see them again on Monday. You’re greeted with various forms of disappointment and a few sympathetic nods at your announcement, none of which you actually notice because your eyes have a laser-lock on Chris’ face, waiting to see how he’ll handle this news. In the back of your mind you nursed a hope that this announcement would cause him to stand to his full height and reach out for your arm, telling you to stay with him… at which point he would pull you towards his chest, lock his dark, hazelnut eyes onto yours and give you the deepest, most sensual kiss you have ever had. After that would come dragging him to the nearest private room, be it a broom closet or even god-forbid the bathroom, and having a fierce make-out session, followed soon after by hot, heavy, mind-blowing sex. …Yep, that’s totally the reaction you wait for in the ten second delay you spend with light nods and cursory glances to people in between your staring at Chris. Unfortunately he appears to be engrossed in a heated debate with another co-worker on the merits of having another round and your dreams are, once again, dashed. You make your exit from the bar reciting a litany of curses at yourself for having stared so long.

You have yet to get that man’s attention, despite your grandest efforts. There is, of course, no possible way you would have gone to that bar were it not for the fact that he was there. God knows you made an effort of course. You got a seat close to him, in spite of the efforts of his seemingly endless array of male friends. You offered to get him his next drink when the round was up. You even wore that black shirt with the neck line cut mischievously low. All that effort and nothing to show for it. You feel just a bit gypped, to put it mildly. And so, as you exit the bar into the night’s cool breeze you wander only to the next streetlight before you halt and look at yourself in the reflection of a pitch black window of a local flower shop. Your long, auburn hair managed to remain in a fairly organized condition it seems, which is good because you probably hurt your hand trying to comb it out before you left your apartment this evening. Your tweezed eyelashes and brown eyes are a little hard to see in the reflection but you’re certain they’re still adequately alluring. You run a hand down your unblemished cheek and your slightly thinner than average neck all the way down to your chest where you lightly adjust the medieval torture device the fashion industry quaintly refers to as a push-up bra. Yes, there have been many a night where your efforts to make your smallish cup size up one letter consumed your time to the point where you should probably seek professional help, but they look good tonight, darn it! You even made sure your pants hide your extremely thin ankles… not that you’re self conscious about them. Unfortunately, the more you look at yourself, the more frustrated you become that you spent so much time preparing yourself for what has turned out to be a fruitless night. You sigh and again begin to walk down the street. It’s a ten minute walk to the subway from here and it’s not like Chris is going to come pick you up after all.

So you arrive at the stairs to the subway twenty minutes later. Despite your frequent stops to check the road in the direction of the bar, there was indeed no car or thoughtful drive home for you. Fortunately your headache has faded by now and even the scratchy, mechanical voice of the subway announcement telling you to please stay behind the yellow line until the car has come to a complete stop fails to dredge the headache back into your frontal lobes. All in all, it was a pretty good walk. The streets were quiet and the moon was bright and there was a nice breeze every now and again that really presented a nice alternative to being shoulder to shoulder in body heat and bad songs. Despite your improved mood though, you can’t help but notice that the subway is just a tad creepy at 1AM in the morning. Normally there are at least a dozen people lined up to go here or there, but tonight you don’t see a single person waiting patiently for the train car. The overhead fluorescent lights reflect off the graffiti on the walls down here to the point where you’re almost positive you can see the face of an evil clown. …Oh wait, that IS an evil clown face. Damn it, the gangs around this neighborhood have real issues if they pick THAT as their logo. You shake your head in resignation that people are screwed up and your ear picks up the faint sound of the subway car in the distant tunnel. You peek your head downwards for a moment, catching the front of the car as it comes to the station, grinding to a halt in front of you. The speakers crackle again in the grainy, electronic voice you’ve grown to hate and the doors of the car swish open in front of you. For just an instant you feel like a VIP, being the only person the door opened for. It’s almost like being royalty if your castle was metallic and smelled faintly of hobo. To your disappointment, however, the car is not empty. You glance down the seats to see a five people sitting quietly, presumably all of them are men unless that one in the hoodie is a girl with especially broad shoulders. Regardless, you shrug and step inside, taking one of the uncomfortable plastic seats, sitting on the extreme opposite end of one of the men, a black haired man in what looks like a sweatshirt with a football logo on it… there’s no way you’re looking at him long enough to tell what team he’s on. You share a mutual nod with him and sit back for the long trip.

It’s at this point you wish you’d brought a book or something. The train car rolls along slowly and the tunnels aren’t scenic in the slightest. You can only figure out your subway car’s route for the umpteenth time before you start to feel a wave of terminal boredom. You let out a yawn and glance to the side, back to the men who are still sitting quietly in their seats. The hooded one still hasn’t lifted his head, leading you to wonder if he suffers from scoliosis or something. That thought quickly fades though as your eyes come back to the black haired man in the sweat shirt. You were pretty sure he was sitting at the opposite end of the seat when you entered but now he’s sitting one seat away from the end. You catch a movement of his head and you quickly turn back to the black window of the subway car, lest he think you’re eying him. Come to think of it, you didn’t really get a very good look at where he was sitting, considering how long you watched him. You eventually convince yourself he was sitting there the whole time and your memory is just a bit fuzzy. There’s still a four seat distance between you after all. …Though now that you notice, he does have a nice tan and he’s pretty muscular… Crap!! You think he saw you looking at him this time. You gain a laser-like focus on the window in front of you and your shoulders tense, releasing the most powerful fuck-off vibe your body can muster. For a moment you can feeling him reading your tense expression before his gaze finally is off of you. You chance a glance back in his direction and breathe a sigh of relief, unwanted human contact successfully averted. Your shoulders relax and you find yourself sinking back into your seat, trying to trace a Monet painting in the subway map of the city with your mind. It takes a few minutes for you to bother taking another glance to your right to check on him… …one… seat… away. Your cursory glance, unfortunately meets with his eyes and you find yourself staring at one another. Your shoulders immediately tense at the fact that he moved closer to you and your eyes widen just the tiniest bit. You quickly find yourself weighing the options you have, finding only three. 1: Keep staring. 2: Tell him to get the hell away. 3: Say ‘Hi’ awkwardly. Two is obviously the best solution, but your brain keeps you from immediately making this decision since it is a tad rude and he hasn’t actually DONE anything apart from get a little closer. Maybe he’s just really shy and wanted to talk but couldn’t bare the thought of having to speak across an entire seat. Clearly he’s intimidated by your good looks and natura-

“Hey there.” He suddenly says, derailing your train of thought and stealing what you thought was your decision away from you. You look at his smile for a second and are once again forced to fake a smile yourself, though your smile is half-scowl, and casually lift your hand to wave.

“Hi.” You respond rather tersely, your hand returning to your lap and your gaze breaking off of his right back to the window. Luckily for you, he says no more after that. Good. Awkward conversation is something you really don’t need right now. As sure as you think the ordeal is over though, you get just a brief memory of what you saw when you turned your head away. You had, in no sense of the imagination, memorized where everyone on the train was sitting. You may be a bit tense, sure but you’re not THAT anal. However, you can’t help but get the feeling that some of them switched what rows they were sitting in. At least two of them shifted up a row seat, you’re sure of it. Of course, you don’t dare glance over and check… god no. Doing that would bring your face back towards Mr. No Concept of Personal Space here and possibly invite an awkward follow-up to the oh-so meaningful ‘Hi’ you two just recently shared. You grind your teeth for a moment, wishing your stop would just hurry up and get here. Your fingers start to rap lightly on the arm rest next to you when you derailed thoughts come to an unsettling conclusion. We’d passed by at least four stations by now and you’re pretty sure all five men are still in the car. It’s possible you didn’t notice one leave, again that would require you to check, but you’re pretty sure you’d have noticed. You clench your fist lightly on your lap, resisting the urge to look to your side again, this time much tougher to resist now that you have what is probably a totally made up but possibly real mystery on your hands. As you do, you feel just the slightest bit of cool air on your lower back. You blink voluntarily as you work through the very small of things that could have caused that. Only one comes to you but you really, really can’t believe it. Did this guy just lift the back of your shirt? Your face contorts into the angriest expression you’ve got and your head darts to the side to give this man the stink eye. Before you can get it fully turned, however, you see a muscular palm flash for a split second in your field of vision, a palm clamping down tightly over your mouth and squeezing your cheeks. Your heart jumps in your chest as your protest is instantly muffled by the hand. Your fight or flight instinct quickly kicks in and your right hand lifts from your lap to slap either the offending hand or the face of the offending person, satisfied either option will do. As your hand sails through the air though, your wrist is met by an impact of what must be his other hand, followed quickly by a strong grip on it and a tug. You gasp, feeling your entire arm pulled backward and contorted until your wrist is behind your back. In the next second you feel a heavy weight on your back, the man using his size to push you into the seat, trapping you and your left arm between the high arm rest and the seat itself. Your eyes widen as you struggle momentarily to get out of this position, quickly finding his weight on your back doesn’t allow you an inch. You try to give an angry ‘Hey!” to the man but find your voice is down to an inaudible muffle thanks to his hand.

“Well aren’t you pretty?” You hear the man say in a low, smooth voice, his chest still keeping you in a vice against the seat. You immediately feel your blood run cold through your body at the tone of his voice. The thoughts of what he has planned being pushed out of your mind out of fear almost as fast as you come up with them. Your heart beats faster and faster as you feel him easily keeping your struggles to a minimum as he tries to pin your arm to your back with his body to free up a hand. You wiggle against the seat, your angry protests muffled to quiet noises through his hands, determined not to let it be easy to keep you down with one hand. As you struggle, you feel him shift forward, nearly sitting on your back, one of his knees pressing to your wrist to keep it against your back. Your eyes widen and a shiver goes up your spine when you feel a bulge at his hips brush against your back. Again you begin to panic, your fear starting to well up into anger, wondering why the HELL the others in the car aren’t trying to stop this guy! You struggle to turn your head despite his vice-like grip on your mouth and head, trying to catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye. To your horror, you do eventually meet the face of one of the man, yes definitely a man, in the hoodie standing nearby, apparently inspecting your face. You squint at him, half out of anger and half trying to see more of his face under the hood to get a better look at him apart from his chin.

“She’s a real fighter, huh? Need some help with that?” You see the hooded man say to the man holding you down. You feel your stomach churn at the statement, your blood running even colder at this point.

“Yeah, grab an arm will ya? I need to get her face…” You hear from behind, not entirely sure what he means, but damn sure it’s not good. You scream into his hand again and start kicking your legs furiously, trying to nail either one of them in the shins. You feel your wrist carefully unpinned and gripped in a new, slightly less muscular hand and held to your side from the hooded man, the other keeping your head even steadier now. The two of them carefully exchange hands over your mouth, keeping your head facing forward and only letting a second of your shrieks out of their hand. In a swift motion you feel a new weight on your side, the second man pinning you tightly to the back of the seat with his hand on your mouth and arm while the other gets up from your back, getting a grip on your kicking legs and easily lifting them up onto the seat. You scream a little louder when you feel him sitting down on your legs and pin them to the uncomfortable seat, but your sounds are still stifled by the hand. You wiggle furiously again, doing little more than rattle the cheap seat before you feel the first man lean forward again, putting pressure on your legs. A blast of cool air hits your face as the man’s hand is released for a split second, letting a scream get out before your voice is again muffled, this time by a wad of fabric. You gag, feeling the rough, cottony texture forced on your tongue and almost to your gullet, a rather sizable bundle of the fabric jetting out in front of your face onto your chin. You turn your unrestrained head for just an instant, catching only a brief glance of the black haired man’s face and the open end of a sack rushing towards your face. And now there’s darkness. You again, start to struggle in the men’s grasps as you feel a rope tied lightly around the end of the bag, keeping your head encased in what looks to be black fabric. Your heart starts pounding again, the screams you keep trying to make barely getting through the cottony mass in your mouth, as you feel muscular hands sliding down your sides. You twist your body in the grasp, at least trying to keep it from being easy, but his hands simply slide down to your hips and around your front, the firm fingers making your belly tingle lightly through the fabric. Before long the groping hands go lower and through the sound of your struggles you hear the faint clink of the metal of your belt being undone, followed by your pant waist loosening. You shiver as you feel the leather snake quickly through your belt loops and off your waist, as well as a single thumb as your shoes are flicked off your feet, landing with a thump onto the seats.

“Let’s get her off of there…” You hear from what you remember the hooded man sounds like. In an instant, the pin of your side is released. You quickly snake your freed hand out from the side only to have your wrists grabbed once again by rough, muscular hands. In a rush of air you feel yourself suddenly lifted up by your wrists, dangling like a rag doll, your feet not even touching the ground. You try to kick your knees again but two more hands snag onto your pants ankles and start tugging. Again, your shrieks are muffled as you feel a cold rush of air on your legs, your pants yanked off down your legs, leaving you in your black pair of panties. You shut your legs as tightly as you’re able to protect yourself, but you quickly find that’s not their next target. The thinner knuckles suddenly brush against your stomach as you feel your shirt grabbed and hoisted up, getting stuck on your breasts for what feels like forever before it’s pulled up over the sack on your head, you wrists released for just long enough to get the shirt off. Of course, you try to take a swing as they do that, but the muscular hands just grab your wrists again, squeezing them so tight you think it might cut off circulation. You whimper this time, the man letting your feet rest on the floor only to step forward and press his shoes down on the tops of your feet. You groan painfully, the bottoms of his shoes rough, digging into the tops of your feet. You quickly realize just how painful moving your feet around can be when held down like this, so to save the tops of your feet, you cease your kicking attempts… for now. A chill goes up your spine as you hear snickering between the two men, the thin ones hands sliding slowly up your legs from your ankles. Your try to squirm backwards away from his grip, only to press back against the muscular one holding your wrists and unfortunately giving you a good feel for the size of the bulge in front of his pants. You tremble as you feel, as you knew you would, fingers coil around the fabric of your panties and tug downwards, the underwear easily sliding down your legs and dropping on top of your feet. You shiver from the sudden rush of air on your exposed slit and a chill goes up your spine as you feel your heart pound from fear. You shut your legs tighter as you feel a thin finger slide up from your knee and between your legs, easing past your thighs and up to the center of your chest. There’s a brief pressure on your back from a hand and you gurgle out another muffled yelp as you feel your bra unlatch and tugged quickly off your chest. Again you squirm backwards against the muscular man’s chest, trying to escape the one doing all the touching, but you quickly feel two, thin hands cupping over your breasts, squeezing and rubbing them like they’re toys.

“Little small, don’t you think?” You hear from in front of you. For an instant you’re more angry than afraid and twitch violently in the man’s vice grip. He holds on tight though and you scrape the tops of your feet on his shoes. The painful sting on your feet though isn’t your focus, all your thoughts swirling around these two hands freely feeling and groping your breasts. His fingers glide over every inch of your chest, the man seemingly taking extra care in making sure his thumbs stay pressed and swirling over your nipples. You shake your head in protest as he continues his groping, but the more he the sicko enjoys his fondling, the stiffer you feel your nipples become. Your stomach churns, trying to reject any sort of pleasure you’re getting from this violation, but as time passes your mind reluctantly flashes thoughts of the stimulation being a bit skilled. Finally though, you feel his hands retreat from your mounds, though there remains the feel of his touch on your skin.

“Let’s get this started, hm?” The man in front of you says, punctuating this with a slime-filled laugh. Your blood runs cold as you hear other laughs following his, and not just from the one behind you. You blindly turn your head, knowing you heard at least two others laugh about this. Again, your stomach churns from fear, briefly wondering just how many of the men in the car are laughing about this and are that close by. You stop all wondering though when you feel your hands brought down from over your head and force behind your back and what feels like a leather strap being quickly wrapped around your forearms to keep them together. You struggle again, trying to free your arms, only to catch the jingle of belt loops. You realize that the leather around your wrists is probably the belt they just took off you or else… they’re removing theirs. Your panic only builds as you feel your arms and back pressed to the muscular man’s chest and his hands gripping the underside of your knees. With one swift motion your feet are freed and your legs are hoisted into the air, your knees held far apart, leaving your slit again exposed to the cold air. You feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you let out muffled pleads for them to stop but you soon feel yourself seemingly falling backwards. The weight shift makes you quickly realize the muscled man holding you up has sat down on the seat and your knees are being held so you hover over his lap. The snickering of the men surrounding you gets louder for a moment and you hold your breath as you feel yourself slowly lowered downwards until a little bulb of flesh begins to prod your ass hole. A shock jolts through your system at the realization and you scream as loudly as you can, but the fabric in your mouth makes it so that even you can barely hear yourself outside your own head. Soon a fire rips through your lower body and a sharp pain goes up your spine, the man’s thick shaft invading your tightest hole, his hands and your own body weight working as a horrible team to force inch after painful inch inside of you. Your legs kick helplessly in the air and you twitch as a loud, painful scream escapes your throat, muffled as usual. You body clenches tight from the invasion, only making the shaft feel even bigger as more of it is forced inside until your hips suddenly feel contact with skin again. Your body shudders as your hips settle in the man’s lap, your cheeks touching his bare thighs and your now stretched hole settling atop his fleshy sack. The muscular man lets out a satisfied moan behind your ear as he lets you cruelly settle on his lap, still with a vice grip on your knees. You let out muffled groans of pain, letting your head hang forward as you try to control your breathing. After a few seconds though, your lower body shudders again, feeling a slow, careful movement out of you, the man’s hips easing back maybe an inch before refilling the gap and rejoining your hips and his balls. Carefully and slowly the inch of flesh begins a steady back and forth movement, each slide sending a shiver up your spine. You struggle to breath enough through your nose now as you feel your breathes deepen with each slow impale. A painful groan is lost in your throat as a gurgle as the fire builds back up in your body and a second pair of hands settings on your waist.

“You’ve got a great ass, baby.” The man behind you says lewdly, his hips suddenly giving your bottom a tight grind before suddenly going still. You feel your hips pushed just a little forward by his hips, still helplessly impaled by his shaft when another bulb of flesh brushes slowly up and down the length of your clit. You try again to gasp through the gag, the fleshy tip of what you assume is the hooded man’s cock mercilessly brushing up and down the folds of your slit. To your horror, you hear the man sicker again, his warm tip slowly beginning to feel more slick as he rubs it against you. You choke a little, realizing you’ve grown a little wet inside and you can feel what little juices are there seep down onto the warm shaft in front of you, the tip slowly becoming slick and wet. You tremble as you hear him snicker to himself and quickly feel his hands on your shoulders, pinning your back to the muscled man’s chest, the new shaft working its own way forward now. Your head falls back and you hold your breath, feeling your moist folds wrap around this new shaft, just about as big as the one buried in your anus. Your chest lifts upward with each breath getting deeper now, the man’s member easily sliding forward until you feel a prickly patch of hair press against yours. Your body shudders by itself, feeling each inch of the two thick shafts greedily grinding against your deepest reaches. The two of them spend a cruel couple of seconds like this before movement is restored. The shaft in front of you pulls back slowly almost to its tip before slowly returning to your deepest parts, the other one moving as well, taking a much shorter distance backwards before driving deep inside again. Your mouth, already feeling dry from the gag, lets out heaves with each thrust and you quickly find your entire body heating up. Though your brain is still screaming in protest, your body makes sure you realize that you’ve never felt this… filled before. The two men are pretty sizable compared to others you’ve had… and the fact that there’s two… You whimper, trying to push the thoughts out of your mind as you hear the two men start to pant, each shaft rocking in and out of you at a slowly increasing pace. You feel beads of sweat start to form on your brow, the thrusting and grinding of the two men feeling like it’s been going on for an hour even though you know it hasn’t. Your senses dull and your head starts to spin, your slit burning hot on the thrusting man, his length eventually sheathed in your warm juices. You swallow back a heavy moan as you hear one of the men let out an extra heavy groan, the shaft in your slit suddenly sliding in and out far more feverishly and growing just a little more thick. A wave of pleasure washes through your head as you feel your slit pounded faster and faster, the shaft buried in your ass quickly following a similar pace as well. Your breath heavily, feeling your entire body heat up like a furnace, both your ravaged holes now burning with an intense pleasure, pushing away any pain the invasion is causing. A shock goes through your system as you feel a white-hot mass of liquid spilling into your slit, the shaft inside you thrusting hard and furiously. A wave of white feels like it passes through your body; you twitch and choked out moans die within the gag, a shattering climax coursing through your system. As your head spins in the whirlwind of pleasure, you can feel another hot eruption in your body, a mass of seed spilling into your bottom. You struggle to get a deep enough breath as your body comes down off your orgasm, the stretched feeling of the two men inside you slowly returning. You twitch a little within their grasp, your mind hazy as you feel yourself slowly lifted upwards off the men’s shafts.

“Oh you have to try her back here.” A panting voice comes from behind as the tips of the two men pop out of you with a slimy sound. Your instincts to fight back are all but extinguished as you feel yourself lifted off the chair for a second, the thin hands sliding in a circle around your exposed waist. As soon as you feel the hands stop, holding your waist from behind, your body is lowered once again. This time the pain is almost nothing as the man’s cum soaked prick easily invades your ass, the wet seed inside allowing it an easy slide until you settle in his lap. His moan sounds through your ears and your bottom receives a light slap as he lets you settle on his shaft, your knees not even being held at this point, with you merely sitting on him with your arms bound. You shudder again, a surge of pain and pleasure jetting up your spine again as another set of hands rest on your thighs. You gasp on the fabric again, feeling a dry shaft suddenly pierce your slit again. Though your head is still spinning, you can tell this is a different guy, the hands are softer and his shaft is just a tiny bit longer and not quite as thick. You try to focus your ears for a second before the inevitable thrusting begins, hearing the low panting of two other men standing nearby. It’s not a big leap to realize that all five men that you saw when you walked in are now most surely crowded around you, awaiting a turn if not already rubbing themselves. In your mind, you picture how you must look, naked and bound by the wrists, a bag covering your head as two men grind temptingly against your holes. What a horrible slight… and yet your body is clearly not on the same page. The first few slow and deep thrusts heat your inner reaches up almost instantly, the new prick inside you prodding your deepest reaches. Even the thick cock buried in your ass is suddenly painless, the slick skin easily sliding in and out, sending a different kind of pleasure up your spine. You moan out in earnest now, the two men getting into a deep and steady rhythm of thrusts and grinds as you flop up and down in their lustful grasps. Thought your mind is spinning again, your ear picks up a few amused chuckles from the observing men… did they hear you let that out?

“Damn… you thick I could get her mouth?” A very deep voice sounds out to your left, so deep you almost feel your stomach lower when you hear it. Your head turns towards the sound; again you know what’s coming but you find yourself unable to think it through. You know this can’t stand, but your mouth is so dry from the fabric... and you need to get a good breath… and you’d feel so full… Soon a rush of air is felt on your neck and chin, the bag lifted slowly up just over your nose. Though your eyes are still engulfed in darkness, you soon feel a large hand brush against your lips and the drool-soaked wad of fabric is pulled past your teeth and finally out of your mouth. You gasp, desperately licking your dried out lips in between the much needed deep, full breaths. Maybe it’s because you didn’t just scream again but you’re allowed the momentary respite for your lungs before a big, rough hand cups your cheek, its thumb coaxing your mouth to open wide. You tremble for a moment, your thoughts robbed by the ever increasing pace of the men thrusting inside your holes. Instead of a protest, you find only heavy pants escape your mouth for the few seconds you’re allowed. Soon, flesh presses to your lips and eases forward, unresisted onto your tongue. You breathe deep through your nose, your mouth held surprisingly wide as this new shaft eases forward, halting at the back of your mouth. Your eyes roll back and your senses flood with the man’s taste, a blend of sweat and flesh swirling onto your taste buds. You swallow, quickly getting the man’s cock soaked in your saliva as his hand gets a firm grasp on your hair, the shaft starting to rock back and forth on your tongue. Another surge of pleasure races up your spine as you feel the pace of the two men inside you increase another notch, the sounds of moans ringing through your freshly freed ears. Unconsciously, your tongue begins to work its way along the underside of the pole in your mouth, the haze your mind has fallen into craving more of the musky taste. For a moment your head swirls on the fact you haven’t even felt the heat of this man’s hips near your mouth. Just giving an estimate to the length sends a shiver down your body. Soon you find yourself moaning again along with the men as the pace of the meat inside you gets more and more fevered. In and out, over and over the slick shafts pound your holes as fast as they’re able, your lower reaches heating up as you feel a climax boil to the surface. You let a harsh and heavy moan out on the man’s cock, the furious speed of the thrusts sending another powerful orgasm throughout your body. You write around with your senses flooded with lust, barely feeling it when a hot, sticky load pours into your anus. You clench hungrily and find yourself sucking on the shaft as your slit is suddenly treated to a warm coating of cum as well. The two men let out satisfied breaths, remaining buried inside you until their cocks stop throbbing. As the muscled man’s pole eases from your ass, you feel his strong hands holding your bottom open invitingly and you feel a little stream of warm cum ooze out of your hole. You tremble as an unfamiliar set of hands settle onto your hips and the tip of a fresh, clean shaft prods hungrily against your ass hole. You hold your breath as the new member rocks forward, the cum making the trip into your nethers even slicker now. Soon the fresh shaft is completely inside of you, almost painlessly swelled deep. You tremble and quickly find your mouth heating up. The large hand grips your hair tighter suddenly and the cock throbs warmly in your mouth, the bulbous tip resting on your tongue as spurts of salty, sticky cum spill onto it and cover it whole. You tremble and swallow down the mess to keep it from spilling on your chin, all the while the man in your slit finally pulls himself out. The man in your mouth quickly extracts himself as well with a strange hurry. The hair seems to hang still for a moment, leaving you panting with a truly bizarre feeling of emptiness with only your bottom filled up. You simply pant until the set of large hands slide onto your thighs and spread your legs. A shiver runs up your spine and you gasp, the tip of the man’s cock, still slick with your saliva eases forward into your folds. A haze of lust engulfs your head as you feel yourself slowly filled, moaning with abandon as this man’s long shaft reaches deeper than you’ve ever felt before. Your inner reaches feeling horribly stretched you let your head fall backwards, gasping for breath between another moan you can’t help.

“What a sight…” You hear a voice you recognize as the hooded one.

“Great, isn’t it?” Another replies, the voice unfamiliar this time. You only manage a few weak gasps in reply as the men inside you begin with teasingly slow motions, in and out of your holes. As you feel the seemingly endless shaft rock deep inside you, your cheeks feel two, warm tips press onto each of your cheeks. Your mouth opens a little from panting and you tremble, each tip having the faint scent of yourself on them, tickling your nose. Your lip quivers as each tip prods its respective cheek anxiously. The large man inside you suddenly gives a quick thrust with his hips, prodding you harshly, apparently demanding a choice. You swallow, hearing the men stroking themselves as they keep pressed to your cheeks. Your mouth opens slowly by itself and you turn your head to the left, the man’s tip sliding between your lips, soaked in a salty flavor of mixed cum. Now that you picked, the taste floods your senses and the man’s member quickly invades your mouth, sliding eagerly onto your tongue and rocking slowly back and forth. Your chest heaves in pleasure, your taste buds flooded with the mix of cum and your ears hearing little more than the sound of slapping flesh, the pounding of your holes getting steadily faster and the man at your side hungrily rubbing next to your cheek. A hand lightly grips your hair again as the man guides your mouth along his shaft, your tongue now lapping at its underside on its own as each deep thrust against your holes robs you of more of your senses. You moan in pleasure, sinking into a haze of thrusts and sucking, taking in more of the man’s taste for every little bit the men inside you speed up. You eventually find your head bobbing back and forth by itself along the man’s length, even as he lets go of your hair. You gasp as you feel his hand push your mouth off of his length slowly and guide your head to the right to give the other a turn. With the slapping of flesh at your hips growing even more rapid, you don’t even think before you cup your lips onto the other man’s tip. He eagerly takes advantage and takes a hold of your hair, guiding his shaft deep into your mouth along your tongue. You shiver as the remnants of his cum find their way onto your taste buds amidst a powerful bodily taste. The sweat from the palm that he used to rub himself flicks through your senses as well as his shaft rocks back and forth through your lips, the sound of the other man now stroking himself sounding in your ear. Time flows like a dream and you lose yourself in the full and complete pounding your holes now receive, your entire body feeling as hot as your slit. Through the haze of sucking and grinding and thrusting, the only thing that pulls you into your senses is a bubbling sensation in your nethers, your next orgasm welling up sooner then you thought. You shiver and start making gasping noises on the man’s cock, your entire body trembling with the build of this climax. Almost seemingly sensing you, the man relinquishes control of your hair, the taste of precum dancing onto your tongue just as it pulls out. Your voice free, you gasp out in shock, feeling the shafts pounding your holes reach a furious speed. A white hot feeling surges through your body and you moan long and loud, a climax coursing through your body like you were struck by lightning. Your body twitches in pleasure and your moan continues long and loud as you’re brutally pounded.

“G-give her a- good finish, huh?” A voice sounds from your left side, his voice trembling and pretty obviously near to cumming himself. Groans come from the men for a moment and, as the last ripples of your orgasm start to fade, the men lift you up, shakily extracting themselves from your holes. You feel a hand on your chest and a tug on the bag over your eyes and a jolt of numb pain goes through your backside as you suddenly find yourself pushed onto the floor, sight finally restored. In your clouded vision though, you can barely see anything, just the seemingly blinding white glow of the overhead lights and the shadows of five men standing in a circle above you, stroking themselves. You let out a few open mouth pants as you lay on the floor, arms still behind your back, until the men all begin to moan out in unison. Like a shower of seed, cum fall from their tips down onto your body, a hot splash of seed smears over your belly, another falls in big droplets onto your breasts, another warm load splashes over your thighs, and the last two streams spurt thick globs of cum directly onto your face and into your waiting mouth. Your eyes snap shut as you feel the thick fluid flow down your face and body, a trembling gasp coming from your mouth before it’s met with a load of seed that spills down the side of your face.

And there you lie, dizzy, lusty and cum drenched in a puddle of cum on the subway train floor. You remember some snickering and one of the men saying ‘hope we see her here again’ before they all shuffled out of the car. You lie there for a while and pant, slowly loosening the belt around your wrists and absently wondering what station you’re at… You know eventually you’ll get yourself free and reclaim your clothes strewn all over the seats and make it back home, but for now you simply pant, focusing on the warm glow of your body as it recovers from the orgasms. You bite your lip and smile. Maybe another late night ride wouldn’t be a bad thing…