A Train Ride Ch. 02

What the hell are you doing?

That was the little voice in my head talking to me as the gravity of the situation I was in hit me like a brick wall. Here I was with this guy I'd only just met........Oh my God, I don't even know this guy's name! I've already been coerced into giving him a blow job, and he'd forced me to let him eat me out, and I didn't even know his name.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"I don't have to think I'm anyone. I'm Eric."

"Ha ha, very funny." I said snidely as I tried to free my hand from his.

"Hey bitch," he said as he felt me start to struggle. "Haven't you learned your lesson yet? I'm in control here. You don't even know exactly where you are; let alone how to get home from here if I was to let you go."

We had stopped walking and he was leaning very close to me. He had me trapped with his gaze, and I couldn't stop looking into his eyes. His voice dropped to a hoarse lust-filled whisper as he continued.

"I would hate to let you go and then find out on the news that some animal took advantage of you."

I shuddered, but not the bad shutter my mind was telling me I should have. Clever, this guy's was very clever. He was the one taking advantage of me, but he was still trying to make me think I needed his protection, and he was right. I had no idea where I was, how to get home. I was far enough from my town that I would need to call a Port Laurel cab company, and I didn't know a number.

It seems he purposely paused to let this all sink in. He must have known exactly the train of thought that was speeding through my head at this moment.

"Don't piss me off, or I'll make you pay dearly."

I get sarcastic when I'm scared or uncomfortable. My defense mechanism. Not such a good thing at this point.

"Ooooh." I taunted him, "I'm just terrified."

"You know bitch, I thought you would have learned your lesson on the train." His voice was as cold as ice and as hard as steel as he suddenly veered off into an alley way, pulling me roughly behind him.

"But you're the slowest fucking learner I've ever met."

With that he threw me up against the brick wall of the building. Not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough to make sure I knew without any shadow of a doubt that I had no control over what was going to happen to me next.

He reached up under my skirt and ripped my lacy thong right off of me. I couldn't help but let out a little gasp at his aggressiveness.

"You will not make a sound, do you understand me?"

I nodded my head yes, as he stared into my honey brown eyes. I knew he could see the fear there; it satisfied his need to be the stronger one in this encounter. I also knew he could see excitement, no matter how hard I tried to hide it, it was there, and that turned him on.

His slightly larger than average cock was already hard again and bulging against his pants. Without ceremony he shoved two thick fingers up into my pussy. I cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure. I simply couldn't hold back.

"I told you no noise you whore and I meant it." He still didn't yell. Every word he spoke was perfectly controlled. All that changed was the tone with which he said it.

"Now you're gonna have to be punished for that."

He reached under my light spring trench coat and shirt to unclasp my bra.

"Pull it off without taking off your shirt or coat." He commanded walking around behind me. "And no noise. If you can manage to do it silently, I'll let you off without punishment for the gasp you made."

How hard could it be? Sure it would take a little creative maneuvering to get under the sleeves of my shirt and my coat, but I'd definitely be able to do it without making noise, right? Wrong! Eric reached up under my skirt from behind me and started rubbing my very wet, very sensitive clit. I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from making another noise. With a lot of will power, I kept myself under control as I concentrated on getting my left arm up the sleeves of my clothing to get at my bra strap, but Eric wasn't going to make it easy for me. My body reflexively tensed up as he added just a little more pressure and just a little more speed to the caresses he was giving my clit.

I almost lost my fight to keep quiet, but again I prevailed, but it was definitely harder. Finally I grasped my bra strap and quickly pulled it down and out of my sleeves. One down, one to go. He'd sped up again, but it was well within my comfort zone. Just as I grabbed on to my bra strap, he added another finger, covering even more of my clit with intense sensation. I swallowed down a gasp as I heard him sigh behind me. I had to smile to myself a little. I must be doing better than he'd hoped.

I got the strap out; now all that was left to do was reach up under my shirt and pull the bra out. Just as I got a hold of my bra, both fingers slid up into my pussy as far as they could go.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

Crap! Now what?

"You must have got terrible marks in school for following instruction. Looks like you'll be getting your punishment after all. Pull your shirt up over your tits and turn around."

I did as I was told. What else was there to do?

Once I had my back to Eric and my front to the brick wall, Eric pressed me into the building very firmly. Then he started grinding his rock hard erection into my ass, causing my breasts to rub slightly up and down on the rough surface of the brick wall. It was extremely uncomfortable and after only a few strokes, the sensitive skin on my breasts and especially my nipples was starting to burn.

"How does that feel you little slut? You like that?" Eric hissed into my ear.

I shook my head no as the first tears began to roll down my cheeks.

"Well then," he said without stopping. "I guess you won't be disobeying orders anymore will you?"

I shook my head no and he stopped moving. He turned me around and pushed my back against the wall again. He leaned down and took as much of my breast into my mouth as he could. It felt like heaven! His warm wet tongue liking my red, burning skin, flicking at my raw nipples. The feeling was unbelievable. After a little while he moved to my other tit, repeating the pussy soaking performance.

Somehow I managed to keep quite, I'm not sure how, but I did it.

"Okay," he said when he'd had enough. "Time for dinner. Let's go."

Was this guy serious? He thought he'd be able to take me to dinner and I would behave. Finally my chance to get away.

"Don't even think about it. Oh, and by the way you can speak again; if you must."

"Well first of all, get the fuck out of my head."

He laughed derisively.

"Why? I rather enjoy it in there."

I bent over to pick up my brad and he planted a hard slap on my ass.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Do I have to have a reason? Nope! Leave the bra. I like the way your horny nipples look through that shirt without it."

I sighed deeply. Great, now wherever I was going I was going to look like a tramp. Could this night get any worse?

We got back out into the street and he took my hand again. I had retreated into myself, trying to figure out what to do. He noticed my mood and decided something needed to be done about it. He stopped short, causing me to take another two steps forward before he began to pull me back toward him. He took me in his arms and gave me the best most sensual kiss I've ever received in my life. It started slow and soft, his mouth open to mine, then he started teasing me by flicking his tongue across the soft insides of my lips every once in a while. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan from deep in my throat.

I was on such a rollercoaster. One minute I was scared of this guy. Not terrified, but definitely scared, wondering what he was capable of, and the next, I was ready to give myself to him completely. He was jerking me around like a yo-yo and loving every minute of it.

Abruptly he stopped, and without a word, or even eye contact, took my hand and continued down the street. We arrived a few minutes later at a small ice-cream shop, that by the looks of it was just getting ready to close up. Although there was still someone at the cash register, the front lights were off and the man was clearly counting the day's take.

"Eric," I said "This place is closed."

"Thanks Sherlock." He quipped.

"Touché." I mumbled under my breath.

As we walked up to the door, the man who was behind the cash register looked up and smiled.He wasn't as good looking as Eric. He was about the same height, but weighed easily 230, not an ounce of fat. An interesting person to see working at an ice-cream shop. He jotted something down on a napkin; probably the number he'd left off at, and came to unlock the door to the shop.

"Hey man, what's up? Is this her?"

Is this who! What the fuck is going on here.

"Sure is." Eric said looking down at me. His tone and the look of his eyes were like those of a guy proudly showing off a girlfriend, not of a person who was planning on doing who knows what to a woman he just met on the train.

"Wow! You were right. She's a fuckin''' hottie! Hi Shaunna."

Sh-Shaunna!?!?!

I looked from Eric's friend to him and back again.

"How the fuck does this guy know my name?"

He didn't even acknowledge that I'd spoken.

"As you can see, she's a bit feisty." Eric said to his friend.

"Don't worry, that's nothing I can't deal with."

"I know it." Eric replied.

We walked into the shop and Eric plopped my down in a booth before following his buddy behind the counter. I couldn't hear much of what they said, but the lewd looks they were shooting at me didn't leave much to the imagination. I did over hear Eric call his buddy Doug. A lotta good that did me.

"Shaunna, get your filthy ass over here." commanded Eric after about twenty minutes.

I got up and walked over, trying not to notice the two of them looking me up and down as my unrestrained breasts bounced slightly as I moved.

"This is Doug. He's gonna fuck you now." Eric stated in a ridiculously matter of fact tone.

Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? What do you say to that? What do you do? Well if you're me, you do something stupid.

"Who the FUCK do you think you are your fucking shit head!" I screamed as I slapped Eric across the face.

Before I knew what hit me, Eric had my right arm and leg, Doug my left and they were lifting me up onto the counter. I squirmed and kicked, but they were just too strong. I just couldn't get away, but I was putting up too much of a fight for them to do anything to me. They were too busy trying to control me.

Just then, I felt Eric's lips close over mine as I was vehemently cussing them off. It was that mind blowing, knee bucking soft sensual kiss again. For some reason, when he kisses me like that, I forget who he is and what he's doing to me. I get lost, literally in the feeling of his lips on mine. This kiss lasted much longer than the previous two and I was really starting to get into it. Had I opened my eyes, I would have known why he was kissing me so long, but alas, they were closed and I found out too late.

Doug had been undressing while Eric's mouth was flying me to heaven. I didn't know until I felt him climb up on the counter and in one swift motion; jam his huge cock into my pussy.

"Fuckin'' right!" he exclaimed.

I squealed through Eric's mouth. I'd never had a cock that big inside of me before, only seen them in my porn collection. This one was too big to be comfortable.

Doug had me pinned down from my waist down and as he began to pump in and out of me, he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the counter. Eric stepped away from the counter, undoing his pants. He took a seat close by and started palming his dick as he watched his friend jam his huge sausage in my tight little cunt.

"Fuck Eric! She's............fantastic." Panted Doug. "I can see........why........you obsessed over her.......all this.....time."

Obsessed over her? All this time?

I turned to see Eric's reaction to his friend's comment, but as usual he was completely unreadable. He just looked into my eyes and gave me a sly smile.

Doug didn't like that he didn't have my attention while he was fucking me, so he decided to do something about it. All of a sudden he slammed into me especially hard, causing me to scream in pain. My head snapped back and I could see a fire in his eyes that scared me. Not the way Eric scared me. This scared me to the pit of my stomach and made my hair stand on end. He didn't stop his brutal use of me once I was looking at him either. He kept on pumping hard and fast. I thought he was going to stop any second, but he didn't. He just kept drilling his dick into me, the head hitting my cervix with each savage thrust, the sound of our flesh slapping together echoing through the all but empty shop. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Doug went flying off the counter. I turned to see Eric standing right beside me. As the pain began to subside, I realized what had happened. Eric had punched him square in the face.

What was with this guy? He used me mercilessly, played with my head and forced me to do things I never thought myself capable of doing, then he did something like this. Maybe he wasn't what I thought.

"Get up and pull your fucking skirt down, now!" he barked.

Okay, so maybe he is what I think.

Doug was out cold as we stepped out of the ice cream shop and back into the night. I was so torn. Do I trust him or not. Will he hurt me? Part of me was sooooo drawn to this man, his confidence, his simmering sensuality. Everything about him pulled at me. But at the same time, look at what he'd already done to me. Or had he really done anything to me? Surely if I didn't really want it, I would have been able to fight him off, or at least make things a little more difficult, right? Maybe this mystery man, who seemed to know so much about me, was really just fulfilling the desires that I had under the surface. Desires that I'd fought to bury deep inside me for all these years.

But I didn't have time for psychoanalysis right now. I had to get my feet back under me.

"What was that all about?" I asked him, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Its none of your fucking business bitch. Shut up and walk."

So, that's what I did. We walked about six blocks before he turned off the main street on to a side street lined with town houses. He led me up the steps to one and fished for his keys in his pocket. He had his back to me as he went to put the key in the door. Now was my chance! I turned around, ran down the stairs and started down the street the way we had come, not looking back for a second.

Surely I could find a police officer of someone who would help me get home, if only I could get far enough away.

Just as that thought began to lift my spirits, I felt a hand grab my upper arm and pull me to a stop so fast that I fell flat on my ass. It was the middle of the night by this point and there was no one around to see the drama. Eric must have gone into his house before coming to get me, because he had rope and duct tape in his hand. He knelt down and quickly tied my feet together. I tried to struggle but he did it so fast, I couldn't help but wonder how many times he'd performed a similar action. He let out a length of rope and brought it up to my hands, quickly looping it around a couple times. The wrapped it firmly, but didn't tie it. Again he was one step ahead of me. Just as I was taking a deep breath to let out a scream, a length of duct tape came up over my mouth, stopping the scream before it even had a chance to grow. The rope he'd wrapped around my hands had been sufficient to keep me busy trying to get it off while he taped my mouth.

He went back and finished tying me, then lifted me into a standing position before bending over and throwing me over his shoulder, my torso hanging facing his back and one arm around my bound legs. He started at a brisk pace back toward his house.

To be completed...