Halloween Horror on the Train

Halloween train ride home ends with forced blowjob

After a night of drinking on Halloween with my friends, I had to suddenly rush to the station to catch the last train home. The cab I booked had failed to show up, and the next one was an hour wait. In a barely-there zombie cheerleader costume, I hurried as quickly as I could.

I was eighteen and vulnerable, and under the influence of alcohol. The red skirt hemmed just below my heart-shaped butt, and my big braless teen boobs were bouncing up and down inside the cheer crop top as I moved quickly through the station. Catching a train close to midnight was my least preferred option of travel, but I wasn’t hanging around in the cold for an hour.

I studied the monitors and found which platform I needed to be on, then hurried off once again. A few late-night travellers were hanging around with their suitcases, otherwise it was mostly small groups of people like me, out celebrating Halloween.

A group of men started cheering and clapping in the window of the train I was rushing for. They were cheering and clapping me as I just about caught the doors in time before they closed. Once onboard, the men whistled for me to join them. They were joking and laughing, saying they’d look after me whilst grabbing their crotches.

I cast the group a stinking look before turning left into the other carriage. I overheard them calling me a slut and some other comments about my tits being big, so I went and sat in the middle of the carriage to catch my breath as the train started moving. I was exhausted with slutty zombie make up all over my face, but I was relieved to be on the train going home.

Two stops into the journey the group who’d berated me thinned out leaving three of the men behind. The train became quieter, and I began to relax. In my carriage sat a couple in their mid-twenties. They were deep in conversation to the right of me, and standing at the end of the carriage I noticed a tall man dressed intimidatingly all in black. He had his hands inside his pockets, and he was wearing a baseball cap with a hood up. I couldn’t see his face, but he seemed to sense I was looking worried at him.

He glanced up from the floor and looked directly into my eyes with a cold, killer look. My stomach churned and I became very frightened. He then smirked and blew me a sinister kiss. It was so frightening I looked away and then I heard him chuckle. The train soon pulled into another station and the young couple disembarked, leaving me alone with the scary stranger, but the next stop was mine. Only ten minutes away.

“You’re a pretty little thing. What’s your name?” He spoke to me with a mocking tone.

Not wanting to encourage him, I clamped my legs tight together and held the pom-poms higher up my lap whilst turning my head to look out of the window, but I kept my awareness on him, begging for the train to get moving again. I could hear the sounds of a belt buckle and then shuffling as he began to walk towards me.

“What’s your name, pretty girl? Are you looking for some of this?” he laughed, then the driver came over the tannoy and announced there would be a five-minute delay before we could leave the station.

I instinctively looked at the creepy guy and was thrown into shock when I found him staring at me with his cock in his hand. He was stood in the middle of the carriage, masturbating.

“Mmm, now you’re looking, aren’t you,” he grinned. “You want some of this, pretty girl?”

I looked at his cock out of disbelief and amazement. I couldn’t believe what he was doing. He could go to jail for indecent exposure and harassment. I looked away again, extremely nervous. To escape him I’d have to pass him to get to the end of the carriage, but then I’d be miles away from home, or I could have gone back and faced the other three men. I decided to stay put and ignore the stranger until I reached my stop. I could then bolt out of the door behind me.

“Awww, don’t be shy,” he chuckled. “I won’t hurt you. You look so sexy in that costume. You went out dressed like that looking for some of this, didn’t you?” He swung his cock around, boasting its size.

Biting down on my lower lip in fear, I fought hard to keep my shit together until I might be forced to act in some form of self-defence. I was prepared to put up with him masturbating as long as he remained in the middle of the carriage, but he didn’t.

All six feet of him looked menacing before he came and stood beside me with his hard cock in hand, stroking his shaft. “Mmm, the closer I see you, the prettier you are. Your tits look big too.”

I coughed, becoming very nervous. I was now too worried to cause a scene in case he panicked and started lashing out at me, so I remained seated, clutching my pom-poms in the hope he’d leave me alone.

“I love busty brunettes,” he smirked, rubbing his cock against my arm. “Stay nice and quiet for me, pretty girl, and I won’t have to hurt you.”

He sounded so evil. My breathing got heavier as I looked out the window. I then flinched before I froze. The scary stranger moved my arms down by my sides.

“Mmm, now they’re the pom-poms I wanted to see.” He stank of whiskey and the fear rendered me paralysed.

The train eventually pulled away from the station and I was left defenceless as I stared out the window at the bleak darkness. I could see his reflection in the glass as he continued to rub his cock against my arm. He was grinning at my busty chest.

“Your big tits are looking rather restricted inside that slut top. How about we give them some breathing space.”

I closed my eyes for a moment as I fought to stay composed. His hands were like shovels pulling up the cheer leader crop top. I thought if I acted now, he’d likely strangle me. My big teen boobs bounced free and then he complimented them as if I was supposed to be flattered.

“Tell me your name, pretty girl, and I won’t harm you.”

“Me… Megan,” I muttered.

“Mmm, I knew a Megan once, but she didn’t have tits as big as yours,” he chuckled. “Are you shy, Megan? You can look at it if you want.”

“No thank you. I have a boyfriend. He’s meeting me at the next station,” I lied, hoping it might deter him.

“I better be quick then,” he gave a dirty chuckle and started groping my tits. He pulled and tweaked my nipples, and I felt my body respond. I hated what he was doing to me, but I felt stupidly safer if I remained still and did nothing.

“Open your mouth, Megan. You’re going to suck my big cock.”

I looked at him with total fear in my eyes and shook my head, pleading silently. I’d given plenty of blowjobs since I turned thirteen, but not like this. They were all blowjobs with boyfriends and guys I wanted to suck off.

“I won’t ask you again, Megan,” he said it so calmly an icy-cold sensation darted up my spine. I was sat on a train with my tits exposed, reluctantly allowing a stranger to grope them. “Open your mouth and suck my dick. You have until your stop to make me cum. If you don’t, I’ll ki…”

“Ok! Ok! I’ll do it!” I panicked.

“There’s a good slut. Now open your pretty little mouth for me.”

I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. I wasn’t going to enjoy this, but I had to make sure he did. I felt my life depended on it. The stranger groaned when my mouth closed around his engorged gland, then he sighed and held the sides of my head while he thrust his hips back and forth.

“Mmm, that’s it slutty, Megan, use your tongue baby. Mmm, you’ve done this before.”

After fucking my face for a few moments, the stranger told me to take over while he played with my tits. I used one hand to gently fondle his balls and the other to stroke his shaft while I bobbed my head energetically back and forth along his thick length.

As much as I hated what I was doing, my tight shaven pussy was soaking wet. I wanted to pretend I was somewhere safe with someone who cared about me, so I could rub my pussy while I sucked his dick, but I wasn’t, so I focussed all my energy on making my rapist cum in my mouth.

“Mmm… that’s it, slut! Mmm… tell me where you want me to cum!”

I wanted to bite his dick off and sink my fake nails into his scrotum as hard as I could, but I knew this was all part of the abuse. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, wearing a costume that told any rapist I was asking for it. Of course I wasn’t asking for it. I’ll never blame myself for what happened. He’ll never have that victory over me.

“Tell me, slut! I want to hear you say it!

But there was one victory I had to let him have if I was going to survive. I had to suck his testosterone out of his balls and swallow it down before we reached my stop.

“I want your cum in my mouth,” I replied, taking a break to answer him and lick his throbbing shaft. “I want you to fill my mouth with cum so I can swallow it all down.”

“Mmm… you filthy whore! You came out looking to be used, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled and took his cock to the back of my throat. I sucked like I meant the words, later questioning if I had been turned on during the blowjob.

“Ahhhhh… here it comes, Megan! Drink my cum you little whore!”

The ferociousness of that first blast to hit the back of my throat caused me to gag, but then it was plain sailing with the rest. I swallowed as I continued stroking his shaft and softly squeezing his balls. With my experience sucking cock, I successfully milked my attacker’s balls just before I reached my stop.

“That was good, Megan. Your boyfriend is a lucky man. You did good,” he smirked, allowing me to pull my crop top down to cover my boobs. “You didn’t waste a drop.”

When the train pulled into the station the stranger was decent again. I left my pom-poms behind and hurried towards the door. He grabbed me and shoved a hand up my skirt. I gasped when he pulled my panties aside and slipped a finger inside my pussy.

“Mmm… that turned you on, didn’t it, you little slut, he chuckled.

I pushed him away and ran when the doors opened. He stood laughing at me as I watched the doors close and the train leave. He gave me a little wave while I gave him the finger. The bastard, I thought. I then walked the short distance home where I laid in bed with my vibrator, reliving the horrendous but pleasurable experience until I climaxed twice.

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