A Train Ride Ch. 03

Here is the third part of the story, and although it's been quite a while in coming, I hope those of you who enjoyed the first and second chapters feel that this third installment does the story justice.

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Effectively robbed of my own will, my mind started to race. What could I do? I'd been on such an emotional roller coaster ride, I didn't even know which way was up, let alone which way to go to get back to the train station. And what was that crap about obsessing over me, and how did his asshole buddy know my name?

Eric carried me up the steps to his townhouse and closed the door behind him. Then, we took another flight of stairs and within a minute or two, he dropped me unceremoniously onto his King size bed. He turned around to close the bedroom door before turning back to me. He looked straight into my eyes as he walked back toward the bed, no doubt seeing the fear there.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his tone gentle and pacifying.

I wanted to believe him, but after all that had happened, I just couldn't push aside my fear of him.

"I'm going to take the tape off your mouth, but only if you promise not to scream, okay?"

I managed to nod my head. I figured if I didn't scream right away, I could let him think I was comfortable and scream later. Very gently, much more so than I would have expected, he began to peel the tape from my mouth. He continued to look into my eyes with a tenderness that confused me. This was too much, just a little while ago, he gave me to his barbarian friend to use and abuse, then, when he did it, he punched him out cold.

Okay, so maybe running wasn't the best idea, but what would you have done?

Once the tape was off, Eric began running his hands over my body. Down one arm, then up he other. Over my stomach, gently, almost protectively. Then he moved down and ran a hand from my ankle up to my hips and back down, his eyes following the path of his hands over my body. In spite of myself, I began to relax. Just when I closed my eyes, and a soft moan escaped my lips, the hands abruptly left my body.

"I'm gonna run downstairs and get you a drink," he said getting up from the bed. "I'm sure you could use one. Is Vodka and OJ alright?"

I nodded my head as I closed my eyes, hoping to find a refuge in the darkness.

I heard the door of the bedroom close and looked around for the first time. It was very tastefully decorated, but still completely masculine. It was all in grays and deep blues, and it had a very sensual air to it. But that would make sense. Obviously Eric was a very sexual person it only fit that his personal space would reflect that. In spite of everything that had happened, I couldn't help but still be attracted to him. That super confident air he exuded made my pussy positively tingle, even just thinking about it. And when he was actually in the room? Forget about it. Those greener than green eyes, those lips and the way his hands felt controlling my body. And that smile. By God that smile!

As I was thinking this, I noticed a pair of scissors on the bed side table. They were easily accessible with a little maneuvering. Odd, this guy didn't seem like the type to make a mistake like that. The only reasonable explanation was that it wasn't a mistake. It must be some kind of test, but what to do? And how long had he been gone? It didn't take that long to mix a Screwdriver, so what was he up to?

I pondered my options for a few more minutes, abysmal as they were, but finally decided I had to take the chance to get away.

I moved around on the bed until I could reach the scissors. Getting them to cut through the bonds on my hands wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but after about 10 minutes, I finally managed. I quickly cut through the ropes on my feet, and looked around the room once again, considering my options. I pocketed the scissors, knowing that they may come in handy as a weapon. I walked over to the window and looked out, hoping there would be a tree close enough to the window for me to climb out, but no such luck.

As I turned back around, I noticed a stack of pictures on his dresser. Racy pictures, X rated pictures of him. Part of my mind was screaming that I should leave, but I couldn't help myself. I picked up the stack and began to flip through. The first was a full body shot of him, showing me just what an amazing specimen of manhood he really was. He had a clearly defined 6 pack, enough to be sexy, but not too much so. I thought back to his body pressing up against mine and involuntarily let out a sigh.

The next picture showed him further down and holding on to his cock, staring right into the camera. I couldn't help but feel jealous of the woman who must have taken those pictures. The pictures just got hotter and hotter. One was a close up of his fist on his cock. One of a woman with his cock buried down her throat. I was getting so horny, and I could feel the juices start building up in my snatch.

That was my wake up call. I HAD to get out of here, and soon.

I turned around to leave, only to find a solid wall of chest blocking my way. I almost ran into him before I realized he was there. I looked up at him, and he did not look happy.

"What do you think you're doing," he asked, that controlled coldness back in his voice.

Part of me wanted to tell him I was just waiting for him, but I just couldn't take anymore.

"What the fuck do you think I'm doing you asshole?" I screamed at him. "I'm trying to get the fuck away from you."

He didn't say anything, just kept looking into my eyes. He took one step closer to me, restricting my personal space even further, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me step away from him.

"You're holding me against my will and when I get out of here, I'm gonna make sure you see the inside of a jail cell for a very long time."

Still no response, just another step forward.

"Where the fuck do you get off," I yelled.

One more step towards me.

By now, the edge in my voice was starting to wan. His presence this close to me was ripping down the wall I'd built up just a few minutes before.

Now, he came so close that I had no choice but to step back to avoid touching him. He took advantage and continued moving toward me. Once he had me pressed up against the wall beside the window, his body a mere inches from mine, he leaned in close and growled in my ear,

"What makes you think you're ever getting out of here?"

The tone of his voice, the sound of sexual need underlying every word, made me catch my breath, but I wasn't completely gone yet. I slowly moved my right hand to the pocket of my skirt to retrieve the scissors I'd hid there. As quickly as I could, I swung up to try and stab him in the arm, but he was too fast for me. He grabbed my hand as it reached its highest point before plunging down. He easily disarmed me and wretched my arm around my back. He held me there, bringing me as close as possible to his body.

"Shauna?"

A tremble went through my body as that sexy voice said my name for the first time.

"Shauna," he repeated. "What am I going to do with you?"

I refused to answer him, and he was beyond actually wanting a response. He was completely in control, and he was ready to take full advantage of that fact.

Roughly, he pushed me toward the bed, his grip hard, just short of painful.

"You fucking bitch," he said, his voice betraying some emotion for the first time. "I've wanted you since we were teenagers, and you never even gave me the time of day. And why, because I was a geek? Because I wasn't one of those retard jocks that you let treat you like dirt? Well that's fine Shauna. If that's what it takes to get to fuck you, I'm willing to be just like them."

He threw me down on the bed, and before I could even recover from the force of hitting the mattress, he was on top of me. I was on my side, as he drew up the scissors and began deftly cutting the remaining clothing off my body.

"Please Eric. Please don't do this to me. I'm begging you!" I cried out, terrified of the tone the encounter had taken. "I've never even known anyone named Eric my whole life."

"Eric's my middle name," he grunted, not pausing from his task.

When he was finished with the scissors, he threw them across the room, smashing a picture on his wall.

He grabbed me and turned me forcefully onto my back before letting the full weight of his body rest on mine. Again, that piercing gaze ripped down any defenses I had left. How could I have ever known anyone like him without noticing? Those eyes alone were enough to stay with you.

I wasn't given any time to continue my musings. Eric was very close to losing that cool veneer that he'd hidden behind since the moment I met him on the train, and it seemed that he wanted to get things to a certain point before completely letting his emotions come out.

It's a good thing I was already wet, because he was finished playing games. All of a sudden, I felt my pussy fill up with Eric's very large, and very hard cock. He let out a loud groan as he bottomed out in my pussy, and I couldn't suppress the cry that exploded from my lungs at being so wholly invaded. For a long minute, he just stayed like that, buried balls deep in my pussy, enjoying the feeling of my wet, warm hole blanketed around his throbbing manhood. Then very slowly, he began moving his hips, drawing himself all the way out, so that the head of his dick just rested on my pussy lips before quickly, and forcefully thrusting all the way back in. This slow, but intense rhythm was driving me crazy, and it was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud, but I managed to keep quiet, determined not to let my rapist know how much I was enjoying his technique.

"You know bitch, we already played this game," he said between thrusts.

Between trying to keep quiet, and the amazing orgasm I could feel building in my twat, I was in no condition to figure out what he was talking about.

"What are you talking about?" I asked in a whisper, not trusting myself to use my full voice, lest he hear the desire in it.

"Back after we got off the train, I told you not to make any noise, remember?"

I nodded.

"Well, I'm tired of that game. I think its time for a new game."

Game?! What the fuck?!?!?! This was all just a game to him. Hearing that was all I needed to get angry again.

"I am not your personal play thing you bastard," I yelled at him.

He had been steadily thrusting in and out of me through out the whole exchange, but now he stopped, his cock less than an inch from my glistening pussy. I tilted his head to one side as he slowly, deliberately let his eyes travel down my body, taking in every curve.

"Well, from where I am right now, I'd have to disagree with that," he said, slamming himself into me hard as he finished his sentence.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain so exquisite that it pushed me over the edge.

My body started bucking off the mattress, and his motions matched my every move, prolonging my orgasm longer that I knew was possible.

"You.......see?" He asked between thrusts. "You're.....completely in......my control.......If I want.......you to stop.....cumming......all I......have to do is......."

He left his statement unfinished as he pulled out of me, and leaned back on his haunches to survey his work. I had come all over the sheets, and I knew that he was looking at the wet patch between my legs.

I tried to sit up, but before I could move, he was on me again, this time straddling my chest. He grabbed me under the shoulders, and propped me up against the pillows so that his huge cock was level with my mouth.

"And," he picked up where he'd left off, "if I want a blow job, there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."

I closed my lips as tight at I could, but he just repeated his move from the train, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back sharply. As I opened my mouth in surprise, He shoved his cock inside.

"Mmmmmmmmm baby," he moaned. "Even unwilling, you have the best mouth I've ever fucked."

He got into a steady pace, pumping in and out of my mouth, never drawing all the way out. I quickly had to learn to breathe through my nose whenever he pulled out far enough.

Soon, I could feel his dick pulsating, and I knew he was coming close to finishing. As if just to confirm my deduction, he starting fucking my mouth harder and faster. His breath was quick and ragged, and I could see sweat starting for form on his perfectly toned torso. Just before he came, he thrust as deep as he could into my throat, and held himself there.

"AHHHHHH, FUCK!!!!!" He yelled as his hot spunk started shooting down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow, something I had never done for any man in my life.

He continued to pump in and out of my face for a few minutes after his orgasm had subsided. To my dismay, I noticed that his dick wasn't even a little bit soft. This was going to go on all night.

Again it was as if he was reading my thoughts.

"Yep," he said, with a definite air of pride in his voice, "still rock hard, and I will stay like that for hours. In fact, I've yet to meet a woman who could go as long as me."

As he spoke, he laid himself down on my right side. He hooked a leg around my leg and pulled me open.

"But tonight isn't just about me my dear. Tonight, I'm going to make you beg for me. Tonight, you're going to feel like you've never had sex before tonight. After tonight, I'll be the only man you'll ever want to have sex with."

I heard his voice, and my mind processed the words, but I didn't want to believe him. I was past fighting him, but I promised myself he would never get the satisfaction of hearing me beg.

He began rubbing his hands over my body, gently, but in a firm, possessive way. Again, his eyes took me in, memorizing every part of my body. I noticed he seemed to be more relaxed, maybe because after hours of sexual stimulation, he'd finally had a release. Maybe now was a good time to get some information.

"How do you know me Eric? What's your first name?"

"Uh, uh." He said, coming out of his reverie. "You'll get answers once I get what I want."

"What's that?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want me to beg for you? Well, I got a news flash for you buddy, it ain't gonna happen, so you may as well forget about it now."

I hadn't noticed how much his caressing was turning me on, until suddenly, there were two fingers on my clit. I gasped as his big, warm fingers started fondling me with just the right pressure and rhythm. Just when I got myself under control from this sensation, he leaned over me and started sucking on one of my nipples. This time, it was a moan that escaped my lips. This guy was an expert in the art of sexuality. He always knew just when it was time to turn in up a notch to get what he wanted.

Next came a finger thrust into my snatch. And unlike other guys that had done this, he didn't stop at just pushing his finger in and out. He curled his finger upward inside of me, and started caressing the top of my sex, deep inside. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and had my hips bucking up off the bed, trying to savour the sensation. Then he added a second finger, and started curling and uncurling at the opposite time as the first. The feeling was beyond explanation, and before I knew it, another orgasm was building up inside of me. I could feel it coming, like a wave off on the horizon, it was only a matter of time........

"I think that's enough for now."

He pulled away from me as he said the words.

"NO!" I cried before I could stop myself.

"What was that?" He asked.

"N-nothing." I stammered.

"No babe, I don't think that was nothing." He replied.

He started rubbing my clit again, so lightly, at first I thought it was just air passing over it, but he steadily increased the pressure so that in less than a minute I was on the verge of cumming again.

And again, he stopped. I needed so badly to get off, to release, and I knew the only way it would happen was for me to give in.

"Please....' I whispered.

He let his hand rest on my pussy again, but didn't caress me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that."

"I said 'please'" I answered a little louder.

"Please what?" He asked, letting a finger drop so it was resting on my swollen, sensitive clit.

"Please fuck me. Oh God please, just do it. I can't take it anymore."

The words rushed out of my like a wave.

He started rubbing again, knowing it wouldn't take much to get me to finish. Sure enough, about thirty seconds later, my orgasm was washing over me, my body twitching with the intensity of it. Before it had finished, he was on top of me again, thrusting deep inside of me, hard and fast. He stared into my eyes, his hands on each side of my head as his hips plowed his tool hard and deep.

By this point, I couldn't keep quiet. Never before had I been so well fucked.

Suddenly, he slowed down, as if remembering that he needed to do something before he finished.

"Tell me I'm the only man you'll ever fuck again, for as long as you live."

Bullshit. Once I got away from this, I never wanted to see this guy again, and I was tired of this little game. I thrust my hips off the bed, trying to capture his dick again.

He grabbed my by the neck, one of his large hands easily restraining me, but he didn't choke me.

"Tell me!" he growled.

That cold intensity was back, and I'd learned the hard way not to piss this guy off.

"Okay, you're the only guy I ever want to have sex with......"

"NO!" he yelled, slapping me across the face.

I was stunned at this sudden violence.

"The words, the very important words you missed were MAN, and FUCK. And its not about what you WANT, its about what IS going to happen. I am going to be the only man you ever fuck again, and I want to hear those words coming from that sweet, cock sucking, cum swallowing mouth."

I looked up at him, still feeling the sting his open palm left on my cheek. Again, my eyes swam with fear, and silent tears began to escape from them.

"You're the only man I'll ever fuck again for my whole life."

My voice was barely audible, but it seemed to appease him.

"Good!"

He savagely thrust himself back into me, and kept pumping hard and fast for several minutes. The sound of our thighs slapping against each other filled the room. I was terrified, but I was so turned on. He thrust his hands under my ass, pulling me up with each thrust to take me even deeper. Just seconds later, he let out a loud, animalistic cry and I felt his jizz spray into the back of my already sensitive pussy. That was all it took for me to go over the edge again, and we shared, for the first time, a moment of pure ecstasy. For me, it was just about sex now, that unparalleled feeling of release. For the moment, I forgot about the train, I forgot about him rubbing my nipples raw against that building. I even forgot about the way his friend had brutalized me on the counter of the ice cream shop.

And then it was over..........

We fell asleep, just like that, his dick softening, but still staying inside of me.

And that's the last thing I remember, or at least I think I remember. I woke up the next morning, snug in my bed, not knowing if what had happened had actually happened or if it had just been an incredibly vivid, erotic dream.

I went on for the next few months, reliving that 'dream' over and over. At times, I wished it had actually happened, but as the days went by, the details slowly faded, and I eventually came to the conclusion, that none of it had ever happened, and Eric had been just a figment of a very horny imagination, maybe he was what the darkest part of me thought of as the perfect man.