Groped

From time to time I get an urge to be touched, roughly and without my explicit consent, what you might call being groped. I don't necessarily like that word though as it has negative connotations. My friends talk about getting groped in clubs and on busy trains like it's a bad thing and I have to play along while my pussy twitches and begins to soak my panties at the though of it.

To scratch this itch, when it comes, I started boarding trains late at night and quickly identified which trains and at what times I am most likely to be able to get it scratched. The most successful route was the train into town on a Saturday night, if I boarded six stops before the main town stop the train was almost deserted except for a few people on their own until that seventh stop when the train suddenly became packed with drunken revellers. Those six stops gave me plenty of time to identify a guy on his own, hand him one of the special business cards I'd had made, that said simple "GROPE ME?", and let nature take it's course. Men will be men and I had learned what type of guy wouldn't be too timid to take me up on the offer and wouldn't be too self righteous to allow themselves the indulgence.

The guys who this worked on were typically of average looks but with an inflated view of their appeal, the kind of guys who will go back to a drunk girl's apartment to fuck, then leave and ghost them the next day. Without being too immodest I am fairly good looking, long blonde hair, blue eyes, thin but not so skinny that my fairly generous boobs have disappeared and I'm what they call an "Athletic" build. I could go to a club and get most guys but I'm single because I don't want most guys, I want a guy who knows how to treat me and I don't mean like a princess!

This night I boarded the train wearing a strappy, lacy high leg bodysuit and a little bodycon mini dress, both in black. For those that don't know, a bodysuit is a top that goes all the way down and fastens at the crotch and kind of looks like a swimsuit when worn on it's own. Anyway, I was wearing that, some knee high boots and a thong, I looked pretty hot even if I do say so myself. I boarded the train on the last carriage as usual finding a woman and a guy but no contenders for my evening's plan so I sauntered up the sparsely populated carriages scanning the occupants. Several eyes looked me up and down but none belonging to guys with any potential unfortunately. Eventually I settled into a table seat in an empty carriage feeling a little deflated, only three stops to go and it didn't look like tonight was going to be my night.

However, as we pulled away from stop four there was suddenly a guy right next to me politely asking if he could take the seat beside me, I glanced around the entirely empty carriage but my polite nature overtook me and I said "yes of course". He smiled a peculiar smile and took the seat, his leg touching mine as he effectively trapped me between him and the window. The guy was fairly good looking, maybe ten years older than me and had a sort of confidence about him that I definitely found alluring. He didn't seem like my usual quarry but I thought what the hell, I'd had no luck and I could always just run away at the next stop if he wasn't game, I slid one of my business cards across the table in front of him.

He leaned forward slightly to read the card, contemplated it for a second and then turned and looked at me. A dark smile spread across his face and my confidence immediately melted away to be replaced by a mixture of embarrassment, arousal and fear. It was like he was looking into my soul and seeing all of my darkest desires and I felt completely naked under his gaze. I barely noticed as his right hand came up behind my neck but then I definitely felt it as his fist closed around my hair and gripped it tightly as his left hand reached over and squeezed my right breast firmly with his palm while his finger and thumb found  and pinched my nipple painfully. 

I gasped but made no move to stop him, my heart was racing faster than it ever had before in these situations, it felt like every other encounter had been the minor leagues and I had just joined the pros, this guy knew how to grope a woman and his attentions had me panting with excitement. He kept a tight grip on my hair so I couldn't move my head at all as his hand moved to my thigh and forcefully parted my legs, I didn't resist and in fact spread my legs wider giving him complete access which he made full use of immediately.

I felt the tension in my bodysuit disappear as he unclipped it at the crotch and then his fingers had pushed my thong to the side and were deep inside me. There was no preamble, I was plenty wet enough for him to penetrate me as far as his fingers could go and my eyes rolled as his rough fingertips ran over my g-spot and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. My mind swam as the excitement and arousal overtook me, it had only been minutes since I'd slid the card in front of him but it felt I'd been through an hours long sex session already!

Suddenly his fingers left me and I came a little back to my senses as he yanked on my hair and I was forced out of the seat and into the aisle, then roughly onto my knees. He continued to push me down until my head was almost on the floor and then he said "Tell me what's on the floor". My mind was a blur, completely swimming and trying to catch up, all I could say was "W-what?". He yanked my head up and then pushed it back down and repeated "Tell me what you can see on the floor". I scanned around under the seats and replied "nothing, just rubbish" but all that got me was another hard yank on my hair so I elaborated "an apple core, a wrapper and a lollipop". He immediately released my hair and said "Good, get them".

I was utterly confused but I also felt compelled to comply and scurried across the floor collecting the discarded brown apple core and pulled the sticky lollipop, that was covered in grime, off the floor and took them to him along with the wrapper. I held them up to him like a puppy bringing it's master a toy to throw and felt utterly humiliated as I did it, but also found that I liked the feeling.

At that moment we pulled into a station and my heart raced even more, he took the items from me and told me to remove my thong and hand it to him as if he was oblivious of the people standing on the platform just outside. Fortunately no one came into our carriage as I bent down and removed my underwear, handing the skimpy, damp garment to him meekly. For some reason I felt no more exposed than I had before, it almost felt natural to do as he told me, almost like obeying him was my natural place, my happy place.

As we pulled away from the station he said in a rough voice "I'm going to shove all of this trash up your nasty ass" and I just stared at him as my mind tried to process what he had said, then like a dumb little cunt I just said "W-why?" That evil smile spread across his dark features again melting any resolve I might have had and he said "because you want me to, now bend over" and almost without any thought at all I moved so my thighs touched the edge of the table and lowered my upper body onto it.

He spread my ass cheeks and I felt the crinkly wrapped between them and then I grunted as he forced what I assumed was the apple core into my ass hole taking the wrapper with it, tears sprung from my eyes at the utter humiliation and degradation of it but I made no move to stop him as he began stuffing my thong up painfully with his thumb, forcing the trash deeper into me and then I felt him pushing the sticky round lollipop into me as well, the sensitive skin of my hole being pulled as the dirty lolly stuck to it before he got it seated with just the stick protruding obscenely from my abused hole. 

He grabbed my hair and stood me up again and at this point I felt like a zombie, I was completely putty in his hands and entirely compliant, he reached between my legs and I felt his rough fingers run between my lips and then he held them up and said "See, you cry but this is what trash like you craves" then he wiped my juices across my lips and pulled me towards the carriage doors by my hair.

Turning me he pressed my back against the pole in the middle of the door area and then pulled some zip ties out of his pocket and held them up to me before saying "You know which stop is next?". My adled mind raced as best it could and it dawned on me that the next stop was town, the busy stop. He saw the realisation on my face and continued, "Put your hands behind your back". Panic soared inside me but before I even realised what I was doing I'd moved my arms behind me, his wicked smile returned and he was quickly behind me zip tying each of my wrists to the pole and as I felt the plastic tighten on each wrist my arousal rose to heights I had never experienced before and I went into almost a trance. 

I was barely responsive when he came back into my vision and didn't react as he unzipped and removed my skirt then held up a knife and sliced away the thin lace of my bodysuit leaving me naked and tied to the pole, I can just remember the told metal pressing between my ass cheeks. Then suddenly he spat on my chest and pressed my business card against it sticking it there with the "GROPE ME?" writing facing out before he turned and walked away. 

I tried to clear my head and think straight but it felt like I was drunk or on drugs and I didn't even feel fear as the train pulled into the station and the doors opened to a crowd of people.

Epilogue

By the time the train reached the stop after town and the security guards cut the zip ties and guided me, covered with one of their coats, off the train I had been groped, fondled and penetrated by numerous drunk people, both men and women as well as photographed and videoed enough to become a minor social media star over the next few days. The police put the event down to a drunken prank and my dazed and confused state only fed that narrative, they left me to sleep it off in a cell and then released me in some jail clothes the next day. 

My friends had all seen the videos and I had to come up with a story about a drunken dare and try to laugh it off but inside I was part mortified and part intensely aroused every time I was forced to talk about it. I couldn't get to sleep without masturbating to the memories of the experience and woke up soaking wet each morning after a fitful night's sleep.

I started riding the train every Saturday night, sitting in that same seat and just waiting, hoping for the dark stranger to sit beside me. I even began collecting the trash from the floor and piling it in front of the me on the table, a sort of offering to him, but he never came.

Then, one morning the doorbell rang and a courier handed me a hand written letter, I opened it and inside there was a piece of card with a map of the town on it and a red cross on a back alley in a very questionable part of town, under the map some writing said "Come here now".