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Subject: {ASSM} The Subway (M+F, reluc, mdom, toys)
Date: Sat,  9 Dec 2000 17:10:03 -0500
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THE SUBWAY

It's a hot day. Sandra is on the subway, holding on to the strap as
the train roars through the tunnels. The air rushes in through the
open windows, cooling her face with a dry and dirty smell. Every
time the train stops at a station, the heat becomes unbearable, making
Sandra wish it would start moving again. And then, after the loud
slamming of the door, it does.

Holding on to the hard plastic strap, Sandra stretches her tall, slim
body. She shakes her long reddish-brown hair, letting it fall down her
back. The seated passengers glance at her with expressionless faces.
Sandra is casually dressed, in a white cotton t-shirt and a short
denim skirt. But even today, she's wearing her high heeled shoes and
just a bit of makeup.

She's sweating - her skin is damp. Little droplets of sweat are
forming, rolling down her face, her arms, her legs. She looks again at
the seated passengers. Still no response - she might as well be
invisible.

Then she feels a hand touching her behind. It's a man's hand, first
stroking the fabric of her skirt, then gently but firmly grabbing her
ass. It's a strong hand, grabbing her ass cheek, massaging and
kneading it in a slow, sexy rhythm. 

Sandra feels the unshaven cheek of the man next to her own. Above the
roaring noise of the subway, she hears him whispering into her
ear: "Don't turn around!"

Somehow, she doesn't even want to. This is too exciting. Sandra feels
the man's hand sliding under her skirt, pushing her panties aside,
touching the soft flesh of her pussy. She moans softly, closing her
eyes as she feels his forefinger carefully stroking her labia. 

She's standing with her legs close together, the man forcing his
hand in between her damp, sweaty thighs. He's masturbating her with
deep, slow strokes and Sandra feels herself getting wet.

She opens her eyes. The seated passengers are staring now. The man's
hand still moving between her legs, she looks at them: A young black
kid is grinning at her. A woman about her own age is looking shocked.
A middle-aged man in an expensive suit just sits watching her
intently, a faint smile on his face. And between her thighs she feels
the man's hand massaging her tender clit.

Then the train stops. The doors open and people get in. And the man
doesn't stop, just keeps the motion going. Sandra hangs on the strap
helplessly, exposed to the strangers walking by her, her hardening
nipples almost piercing the fabric of her t-shirt. The doors are still
open, exposing her to everyone on the platform, as an unknown man is
slowly masturbating her.

Closing her eyes again, Sandra feels his finger probing her pussy.
Wanting to feel it inside her, she spreads her legs slightly. As the
rough, dry finger plunges into her wet slit, the doors slam shut and
the train starts moving again.

The loud noise of the subway fills her ears once again, as the man's
finger slides in and out of her pussy, fucking her with deep, powerful
strokes. Sandra is gasping for air. She is so wet.

She holds on to the strap with both her hands as the train turns a
corner, jerking them both to the side. Still, the man keeps his finger
inside her juicy love muscle, poking it over and over.

Now she hears a different sound - a kind of metallic jangling. And as
she feels the cold steel closing around her wrist, she knows:
Handcuffs. Someone is chaining both her hands to the same rod the
straps are attached to. And as the steel clicks around her other
wrist, she's helpless.

Hanging handcuffed in the subway car, Sandra smells the dry, dirty air
rushing through the window and feels the man masturbating her. But who
did this? There has to be another man behind her. As she yanks at the
handcuffs, another man's voice whispers into her ear: "No. Don't turn
around. Please."

Whimpering, Sandra looks at the passengers again. They're still
watching, just watching it happen. The woman still looks shocked, but
someone has her arm around her - probably her boyfriend. The
middle-aged man hasn't changed his expression at all - he's obviously
enjoying every second. And the young black kid has unzipped his pants
and pulled out his cock, shamelessly masturbating.

"Spread your legs," the first man whispers to her. And as Sandra
stands on the floor, feet wide apart, someone pushes her torso
forwards, bending her over, her chained arms stretching to the top of
the car.

"Please..." she moans. But as the man slides his finger all the way
out of her pussy, Sandra feels a different sensation. Something cool and
hard touches her labia, probing the moist entrance to her pussy. And
then she knows: It's a vibrator.

"Yeah," she hears a man's voice saying. And bent over in middle of the
speeding subway car, Sandra feels the vibrator sliding all the way
into her burning hot pussy.

"Oh God," she whispers. She can feel her love juices trickling down
the inside of her thighs. This really turns her on. She wriggles her
ass invitingly and feels a man's hand slapping her ass cheek hard.

"Ow!" she shrieks.

"Shut up," the man says. "You love it, don't you?" And he slaps her
again, hard, making her skin burn.

"Turn it on," the man says. Hanging by her cuffed hands, Sandra waits
for it. Going through a curve, the car jerks again, screeching, as the
man turns on the vibrator.

"Oooh," Sandra moans, as the deep electric throbbing starts. The vibrator
shakes her tender pussy, teasing her, making her wetter still. The man
slaps her ass again. And again.

"Yeah," she cries. "Slap me!" And as one man spanks her burning
ass-cheeks, the other starts moving the vibrator back and forth.
Purring and throbbing, the electric cock slides in and out of her
pussy. Excited, Sandra starts thrusting her hips back and forth. And
soon the man just has to hold the vibrator still as Sandra slides her
pussy back and forth over the whirring dildo, leaving it wet and
glistening from her juices.

The lights go out in the car. In the total darkness, the noise of the
subway seems deafening. Sandra feels the man pulling the vibrator out
of her slit and hears the sound of a zipper opening. Then she feels
the tip of the unknown man's hard cock probing the mouth of her pussy.

"Oh yes," she whispers into the darkness. "Fuck me!" 

She feels the man's fingers opening her labia and then his hard cock
sliding into her pussy. She hears him groaning with lust as he holds
his cock still inside her, letting it swell and harden even more.

Suddenly, the lights come back on: The fluorescent lights, blinking
unevenly for a while until the car is lit up like before. The man
starts fucking Sandra from behind, while the passengers sit blinking
in the light. They can see him, she thinks. And I can't. 

She feels the stiffness of the man's long cock, as he slowly plunges
into her pussy, then pulls back and slides it into her again. Moaning
lustfully, Sandra feels her juices flowing, lubricating the man's
powerful tool.

Suddenly, the train speeds into a curve, wheels screeching. The car
jerks, throwing them both forward. Sandra's arms are stretched behind
her, pulling at the handcuffs, as the man's body slams against her,
impaling her soft flesh on his rigid cock. "Aaah," she screams in pain
and pleasure.

The train comes out of the curve, and the car stabilizes its movement.
Gently grabbing Sandra's hips, the man pulls her back into position,
right underneath the straps. Then slowly, he slides his hard, slippery
cock out of her pussy. Sandra sighs, as she hears two or more male
voices whispering behind her back. She can't make out a single word.

She gasps, as someone pulls a dark, silky strip of fabric in front of
her eyes. They're blindfolding her! As a man's hands ties the
blindfold behind her head, all is dark. And Sandra, a pretty young
woman on her way home from work, hangs handcuffed and blindfolded in
the middle of a subway car. There is a quiet murmur from the
passengers.

She hears footsteps walking around her. Someone grabs her t-shirt,
pulling it out. Then she hears the fabric being torn apart with a
ripping sound, and strong hands pull the shredded fabric from her
torso. A man's hand grabs her full, naked breasts as soon as they're
exposed, other men just grunt in approval.

Rough hands unbutton her skirt and pull if off her. Then something
cold and hard grazes her hip, and moments later her panties have been
cut apart and discarded. Now Sandra stands naked in the car, except
for her high-heeled shoes.

For a while, nothing happens. Hot and wet, she hangs from her
handcuffs, listening to the noise of the subway train, waiting for the
men to make use of her naked body again.

Then she senses the train slowing down. Pulling into a station, it
stops, and Sandra hears the doors open. She hears the noise of
passengers entering, passing her naked, chained body. Some of them
brush against her, some stroke her breasts, her ass, her pussy. A
delicate finger - perhaps a woman's - gently massages her clit, making
Sandra whimper with pleasure.

As the door close and the train begins moving, the slender finger
continues stroking her. The woman kisses her breast, gently biting
her nipple.

"Oh, yes," Sandra moans. The finger slides into her dripping wet
pussy, slowly fucking her first with one, then with two fingers.
She feels the woman kissing her clit, sucking it with loud, slurping
noises as her fingers rhythmically probe Sandra's excited slit.

She is gasping for air, pulling hard on her handcuffs, her climax
approaching. A man's hand grab her breasts from behind, squeezing her
erect nipples. Sandra throws her head back, crying out with
pleasure: "Oh yes! Ohhh! I'm coming!" And as the woman sucks her clit
into her mouth, finger-fucking her in a furious tempo, Sandra is
finally overpowered by her orgasm.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she cries out, as her body shakes with convulsions of
lust. The man behind her holds onto her breasts, as the woman licks
the love-juice from her tender flesh. Then she gently kisses Sandra's
clit and pulls away. 

Breathing deeply, recovering from her climax, Sandra feels a man's
hands grabbing her thighs and lifting her legs up off the ground. As
he stands behind her legs, she feels he is naked. Naked and excited.
His erect cock brushes against her thighs and her belly, before he
gently places it between her labia.

"Oh, God," she whispers. The man pulls her body against his, slowly
forcing her pussy open with the bulging head of his cock. He places
her calves on his shoulders and holds onto her ass. Grunting like an
animal, the man pulls her pelvis against his, sliding his rock-hard
cock ever deeper into her trembling slit.

"Please..." Sandra gasps. She knows the naked man is not the one who
fucked her before. This one's cock is longer and just as hard. She
wants to see through the blindfold, find out who is fucking her. But
all is dark, and all she hears is the noise of the moving train. 

Laughing fiendishly, the naked man starts pulling her back and forth,
sliding her pussy up and down the entire length of his hardened shaft.
Sandra is hanging from the handcuffs in the subway car, helpless as
the man rocks her body back and forth, penetrating her wet flesh over
and over with his long, powerful cock.

"Yeah," a man's voice says behind her back. "That's the way she likes
it."

And sure enough: Suspended from the straps, her pussy being slowly
fucked by the naked man's huge cock, Sandra savours the waves of
pleasure running through her body, making her juices flow hot and wet
around the man's cock. As the bone-hard tool probes the insides of her
love-muscle, she feels it massaging her tender flesh, making her
whimper with excitement.

The man behind her forces his fingers into her mouth. They still have
the taste of her own pussy. Withdrawing his fingers, he puts the
vibrator to her lips. She kisses it and licks it, tasting her own
pussy again. Grunting with excitement, her lover increases the tempo,
fucking her in a hard, demanding rhythm. As he thrusts into her again
and again, Sandra feels his cock stiffening even more, stretching the
soft flesh of her pussy.

"Ooh, ooh," she gasps in time with his strokes.

Holding onto her ass, the man pulls her ass-cheeks apart. And Sandra
gasps as something hard pokes at her rectum. It's the vibrator! As the
naked man fucks her, the man behind her is forcing the hard plastic
vibrator into her ass!

"No. Please, no," Sandra whimpers. But it's no use. The man behind her
slowly buries the vibrator in her ass. And then he turns it on. Sandra
almost faints as the electric buzzing shakes the insides of her rectum.
Trembling, she gasps for breath as the naked man thrusts his huge,
hard cock into her pussy again and again like a madman. He's grunting
from the strain, his sweat dripping onto Sandra's body, her breasts,
her thighs.

The man behind her starts slowly moving the vibrator in and out of her
ass. Turning her head, Sandra bites into her own arm to stop herself
from screaming. It's so good! The naked man's cock pumps her pussy,
the vibrator slides in and of her ass, and then she can't help herself
anymore.

Crying out loud in the subway car, Sandra orgasms again. "Ahhh! Ahhh!"
she yells, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Immediately, she hears
the naked man roaring with animal lust as his rock-hard cock starts
ejaculating inside her pussy. 

Trembling with the pleasure of her climax, Sandra feels the powerful
spurts of the man jerking cock, shooting jet after jet of hot semen
into her aching flesh. Yelling and grunting, the man squeezes her
ass-cheeks hard, as his bulging love tool pumps her pussy full of
thick, manly cream.

Then he gently lets her down, placing her feet on the floor of the
subway car, as his cock slips out of her pussy. Breathing deeply,
Sandra feels his sperm trickling down the insides of her thigh.
Standing blindfolded, arms stretched towards the handcuffs, listening
to the noise of the train, she feels the vibrator being turned off and
slipping out of her ass.

But only to be replaced by the tip of a hard cock. 

Grabbing her hips hard and pulling her ass-cheeks apart, the man
slowly forces his cock into her rectum. Sandra tries to relax her
muscles, but the man thrusts into her, burying his cock in her ass. It
hurts. Sandra moans softly from the pain, as the man holds his cock
still in her ass. She feels it stiffening and bulging, an excited fuck
tool exploring her forbidden orifice.

"Yeah," he whispers ito her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass."

"No, please ..."

"And they're all gonna watch. You like that? They're all gonna watch
as I fuck your pretty little ass."

His cock grows ever harder inside her. He pushes forward slightly,
filling her ass with the entire length of his cock. Slowly, he slides
it out of her and then starts fucking. After a few strokes, the pain
subsides, and Sandra gives in to the lustful sensation of the hard
cock plowing into her tight, sensitive ass again and again.

"Oh yesss," she hisses. "Keep going. It's so good."

Sandra arches her back, offering her ass to the man's stiff cock. With
a powerful thrust, he penetrates her even deeper, stretching the
tender flesh of her rectum. Now his hand reaches around her as he
starts gently stroking her clit. Sandra moans softly, as the man
skillfully masturbates her, while still pounding his raging cock into
her ass.

"Oh yes," she moans, "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass hard!"

"Yeah," the man grunts, increasing the tempo. "I'm gonna fuck your
ass, you nasty little bitch." His cock flies in and out of her ass
over and over, like a piston pumping into a cylinder.

"Yes," she gasps, "I'm a fucking whore. Fuck me. Come in my ass."

Sandra's love juice trickles down the insides of her thighs, as she
feels him massaging her clit, driving her toward yet another orgasm.
Arms outstretched, she pulls hard on the handcuffs with every thrust
of the man's anal assault.

"Ahhh," he grunts. "You dirty little whore. I'm gonna blow. C'mon!"

As the man slides his cock out of her ass, she feels the men
feverishly struggling with the handcuffs. They're releasing her. Soon
her hands are free, and gently the man place her on her back on the
rubbery floor of the subway car. Lying naked on the floor, Sandra
hears a chorus of male voices grunting around her.

"Yeah. Let her have it. Ahhh."

Someone pulls her blindfold off, and Sandra looks up.

A dozen men are standing above her, holding their stiff, swelling
cocks, jerking off. Their eyes are all fixed on her body, studying her
naked breasts, her aching pussy, her sweating, blushing face. 

"Yeah," she whispers teasingly. "Look at my sexy body and let me have
it."

Sandra starts fingering her pussy, masturbating herself, getting ever
closer to an orgasm on the floor of the subway car. She is so wet. The
men are out of breath, furiously stroking their explosive cocks.

"Give it to me," Sandra whispers, masturbating, writhing on the
rubbery floor. "Wouldn't you like to shoot your delicious sperm all
over my lovely tits? Wouldn't you like that? Mmm?"

She is shaking with anticipation, fingering her tender clit while 
watching the excited men jerking off above her.

"Yeah," one of the men says, "I'm ready. Let's drown her in our
fucking come!"

And as the first spurt of thick, hot semen shoots several feet out of
his cock, Sandra orgasms again. She moans helplessly, clutching her
naked breasts, as she throws herself around on the floor. All around
her, the men are ejaculating, strong white jets pumping out of their
spasming cocks. 

"Yeah. Unnhh. Ahhh" they're grunting and shouting, as their semen
squirts onto the climaxing Sandra's breasts, her thighs, her face.
They shoot off endlessly, clutching her cocks, pumping boiling hot
sperm all over the flushed and exhausted naked girl on the floor.
As her orgasm subsides, Sandra closes her eyes, feeling the last jets
of love cream spatter across her breasts and cheeks.

Then all is quiet. No-one moves. The train slows down, pulling into the
last station on the line. 

Everyone gets out, except for Sandra and the men. She lies still on
the floor, naked and covered with their semen. They stand around her,
quietly looking at her.

The train doesn't move. A couple of black railway workers walk by in
their overalls, covered with black soot. They stop and look into the
car. Their eyes notice the naked woman on the floor, the handcuffs,
the vibrator. They enter the car. 

Sandra sits up, naked, covering her breasts with her arms. The men
standing around her move aside as the railway workers come forward.
Smiling, they start taking their overalls off.

The lights go out in the car.

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