Anya's Awakening Ch. 04: On the Train 02

It had been a few weeks since Anya first met the man on the train. She hadn't seen him since. She couldn't help but feel relieved as the subsequent train journeys became normal again. At least, relatively normal. She often noticed men glancing surreptitiously at her bare thighs. Looks like that isn't changing she thought to herself, sighing. It was too hot for tights now, so she opted to just keep her legs bare. Though, she had also noticed something else.

Whenever she boarded the train, or simply waited at the station, there were always a few men who bumped into her as they rushed past, using their hands on her body to steady themselves. She was sure that they were accidents though. It's easy to stumble when you're rushing she thought. Perhaps it was a good thing then, that she was there to help them stay upright, she thought, feeling oddly pleased. Their hands would land all over her body though - back, abdomen, breasts, even her ass! It's probably normal she thought to herself.

She tapped the pocket of her blazer, where a small packet of pregnancy pills sat. She had bought them the other day, feeling slightly embarrassed as she did. She wasn't entirely sure why, because she didn't want to have sex. But... You never know she thought to herself.

As the train drew up, Anya looked on in dismay. It looked like it was going to be a busy day again and all the carriages were packed full of commuters, like sardines in a tin. She sighed. The doors rocked open, and she rushed forwards along with everyone else, desperately trying to squeeze in and find a space. Whilst she pushed herself in, she felt others also pushing against her from behind. There was an unmistakeable touch of a hand on her ass, palming it. She put it down to the normal rush of bodies being crushed together as they tried to enter the train. She couldn't help shivering though.

Eventually, she managed to find a tight spot, hemmed in from all sides by men in suits who still towered above her small, eighteen year old figure. She stretched her arms up, holding onto the strap above with both hands as best she could. It was still a struggle and her whole body was definitely compromised as she held on, unable to do anything else. With a jolt, the train began to leave and she was jostled by other passengers who bumped into her with the shaking of the train. She sighed. Another tiring journey...She thought to herself.

Suddenly, after a few minutes of travel, Anya felt something touch her. After a few moments she realised what it was: someone standing directly behind her was continually bumping into her each time the train rounded a curve or jolted over something. Her mind froze for a second. She could feel his body press against her rear, moving in rhythm with the train. She couldn't do anything, her hands still holding onto the strap above her. She tried to ignore it. Even worse, the unsteady jolting made her inadvertently bump back, rhythmically pushing her ass into him. She couldn't do anything about it, and tried not to panic as her ass began grinding against his groin.

After a few more minutes of this steady bumping against her ass, Anya could feel him move closer to her, until he was pressing against her body, temporarily stopping her from moving. She held her breath nervously, not daring to try and turn around. The other commuters were blissfully unaware, wrapped up in their own worlds. Anya could feel his warm breath on her neck and goosebumps erupted along her back. "Um..." She whispered, nervously. She wasn't sure what to say.

"Relax," came a deep, masculine voice in her ear. She nervously tried to steady her beating heart and quell her nerves.

With a start, Anya felt him grab her hands. She struggled for a second, then looked upwards. Her eyes flew open in shock. He had used some cord to tie her hands to the straps. In the blink of an eye she was completely trapped. She desperately tried to pull her hands away, but they were firmly tied shut and all she succeeded in doing was grind her own body against his. Anya realised what she was doing and quickly stopped, not wanting to encourage him. "Please..." She whimpered. She didn't want to alert anyone, the thought of others seeing her in this position sending waves of shame through her mind.

"No more..." She began, trying one last-ditch attempt to free her hands. It didn't work and she inadvertently rubbed her ass against his groin again, her back arching. She felt something hard and almost gasped out loud. Is that what I think it is? She thought, nervously.

"Shut up, bitch," came the voice again in her ear. She whimpered in fear. What was he going to do to her? Her answer came a second later, as he brought his hands round to her chest and began to grope her large breasts through the fabric. She struggled slightly, but could barely move as he stole big handfuls, mercilessly kneading her breasts. His fingers began caressing her sensitive nipples, which quickly betrayed her and hardened under his skilful ministrations.

Anya couldn't hold back a tiny squeak. He unbuttoned her shirt, relieving the straining buttons. Her bra was display and was the only thing holding her pert breasts in place. "No, please!" She whispered, quietly. He ignored her, and in one swift motion pulled her bra down, exposing her tits to the world. "Oh!" She gasped. He continued to grope them, carefully manipulating her engorged nipples and she could feel her arousal start to grow from within her.

Her body was acting against her mind, slowly overpowering it as he didn't stop touching her. With one hand he continued to grope her breasts, while with the other he slowly reached down, and began massaging her ass. She felt his hand underneath her skirt, palming her ass. His roaming hand moved inwards, and began to feel her inner thighs, and, without thinking about it, she moved her legs apart, giving him free access to what was between her legs. His hand followed through, and immediately he began rubbing his fingers over her slit, protected only by her thin panties.

Anya let out a tiny moan. "Please!" she gasped, as her panties were soon completely soaked with her fluids. Her hands were aching slightly but she couldn't pull them down, her whole body available for him to use how he wished. She heard quiet laughing. He held up his dripping fingers, and grabbed her mouth. Without any choice she parted her lips, and he stuck his wet fingers into her mouth. She could taste her own juices and her tongue greedily flicked around his finger, heat rising within her at the taste of herself.

"Enjoy it, slut!" The man said, grinning evilly. She couldn't deny her body's manipulations anymore. She felt a wave of pleasure radiating from her pussy as he went back, further moistening her legs. Suddenly Anya felt his hands withdraw, and a pang of disappointment went through her mind. She wanted more.

Without warning, he yanked down her panties, pulling them right down to the floor, making her gasp. She stepped out of them, knowing that she had no choice. He hiked up her skirt, exposing her bare pussy and asshole to anyone close if they looked down. She felt embarrassment and her face flushed crimson as he exposed her to the world. Please don't look she desperately thought, thinking of the other passengers. She was completely compromised.

He started to tease her, running his fingers along her thighs, then along her stomach. Her pussy was aching now and she couldn't help but wish that he would pleasure her again. His hand brushed her flower, and she shivered in anticipation. He slowly inserted two fingers, and without warning pushed them deep into her slit. "Ohhh!" She gasped out. He began finger fucking her, until her juices were running down her thighs, and her eyes were rolled back, her head tilted upwards. He came to her clit, and she had to suppress another moan as her pleasure reached a new level. He teasted her clit, gently rubbing it slowly and then quickly, changing what he was doing so that she had no idea what was coming next.

Now he was fully in control of her and she stopped fighting back, her knees buckling with the start of an orgasm. She felt the rush within her, her whole body tingling with adrenaline as her orgasm was finally released. "Fuck!" She moaned, her voice rising slightly. He reached up and put one hand tightly over her mouth and she began to moan uncontrollably into it, the sound muffled by his hand. his other hand still fingering her pussy. Her knees shook as she tried to stay upright. Tremors took hold of her legs, and slowly faded away as she started to sag. Only her tied hands were holding her up now.

But the man wasn't finished yet. She heard an unzipping sound, and knew that he was unbuckling his pants. Anya felt something hard begin to rub against her ass and knew that it was his penis. "Please... don't!" She moaned out. Not that she had a choice in the matter anymore.

With a gasp from Anya, he grabbed her right leg and pulled it up, her knee nestled in his hand, her pussy on display. He moved even closer up against her, until his shaft was caressing her inner thighs. She couldn't help but glance down to look at it. It was big and throbbing, perhaps six inches or so. She looked up, almost praying to God. He began rubbing her pussy with his shaft, brushing over it, until precum was oozing out, and mingling with her juices. He paused by her entrance.

Anya took a breath. Was he going to do it? She thought, nervously. Then he pushed it in. "Ahhh!" She moaned into his hand, saliva leaking from her mouth. She could feel his shaft delve its way into her defenceless pussy, and her eyes widened in shock and emotion of the new sensation.

"Fuck!" the man whispered. "You're so tight!" He struggled to push his cock all the way in. From about halfway he pulled out, and began to slowly fuck her teen pussy. With every thrust she let out a moan as she felt herself get speared by his cock. It felt unbelievably good, better than anything she had felt before. Already she was feeling another orgasm approach as his cock fucked her. A rush of emotion arced through her body.

The man paused for a second. He grunted, and with a huge thrust, pushed his cock all the way in, balls deep into her tight pussy. "Fuck!" Anya moaned. It felt amazing as his shaft pounded away, her mind reducing itself to mush. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt herself orgasm for the second time, her juices dripping out, lubricating his cock even more. Any thoughts of regret disappeared, and she felt herself ensnared in the throes of pleasure, her mind completely gone. The only sensation was of him, mercilessly fucking her. She felt his breath on the side of her neck and on impulse turned her head, kissing him whilst he drove himself into her.

After ten minutes of hard fucking, he was finally ready to cum. He groaned, and Anya knew that he was ready. "N-Not in me!" she moaned, trying to make herself heard through his hand that was still muffling her voice. But her mind was telling her a different story. The thought of him filling her up with his cum enveloped her mind, taking hold of her.

The man couldn't hear her anyway, and groaned again, ready to release his seed. He pushed deep against her, burying himself balls deep into her slit. With a powerful burst, huge spurts of cum shot inside her, filling her up with his seed. Anya moaned in pleasure, feeling his cum inside her. It felt so good. After a couple of moments, he finally pulled out, cum still leaking from his shaft. She could hear him zipping his pants again, putting away his cock.

He let go of her leg, and Anya drooped, her legs weak and shaking. He untied her hands and she stumbled to the floor, exhausted. She sat on the floor for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Her senses slowly began to return and she realised that they were pulling into the final station. The man bent down, laughing at her. "I'll be taking these." He said, holding up her soaked panties. With that, he disappeared into the crowd of people as the doors opened with a squeak.

Anya weakly stood up, trying to ignore the pearls of cum now running down her inner legs. She slowly walked out of the carriage, buffeted by the rush of other commuters. Her senses were beginning to return and with a start she realised her shirt was unbuttoned and her panties were gone. Oh no! She thought, quickly trying to button up her shirt and smooth her crumpled skirt. She walked out of the station, in a daze, completely oblivious to the men in suits staring at her.

Cum was dripping down Anya's legs. There was so much of it. She had no time to clean up now though, she had to get to school or she would be late. She walked as quickly as possible, knowing full well that decency was out of the window as her short skirt moved up with every stride. Anya could tell that men were openly looking at her exposed lower body, but she did her best to ignore them. The faster she walked, the more cum began leaking out of her pussy until her legs were glistening and wet. Fuck! She thought to herself.

Finally in the school bathroom she managed to clean herself up, although new rivulets of seed were already streaking down her thighs. She would just have to ignore them and hope nobody noticed. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed.

Anya felt weird. She felt incredibly...satisfied and full, as if she had just eaten a large, delicious meal. But even better. The thought of the man fucking her filled her mind again and she felt something grow within her.