Chapter 6

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Sorry if this story breaks any rules. Just remove it if it does. My stuff is crazy gross

These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are considered 18+, even if a story implies otherwise. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS -Intense rape / sadism / violence towards woman
-Piss
-Vomit
-Other gross bodily fluids and smells
-Squirting
-Blood
-Punching
-Fisting
-Queefing
-Slight armpit and foot fetish

The restrooms on the train are pretty tiny and cramped. But right now, with no one around, the train silent and still, I have no reason not to use the bigger handicap restroom. I take my time, completely naked, the whole train to myself. I look around as I finish cleaning myself up in the sink. They actually keep it pretty clean in here too. “Yeah this might be the perfect place,” I say to myself in the mirror. I dry off with some paper towels and leave.

I go relax for a while, grabbing another drink from the cafe and sitting at a table there for a bit. This has been a great night. A great moment, frozen in time. I’ve stretched it out long enough, milking every last bit of pleasure and punishment as I could. But I think it’s time to wrap things up with this bitch. She’s becoming nastier and nastier, and I kind of can’t wait to start time again and really see the full results of all my actions.

I return and the smell of piss is the first thing that hits me. I laugh and shake my head at how ridiculous this is. The sick depravity. Right where I left her, the Bitch is a heap of used flesh, sopping wet with piss, atop her own luggage. Blankets on the floor, a bunch of her many bags stacked up to make a big platform, the top one a big travel suitcase, open with tons of her expensive designer clothes. All soaked with my piss, with her on top, tits up. Her torso is sunken down into the bag a bit. Her head and arms spill over and down the sides grotesquely. Dark brown hair flowing along the bags and floor below. Her legs are crudely tied up with bag straps, bent at the knees, spread wide like she’s ready for the gynecologist.

My dick stirs at the sight and smell. “Damn, what have I done to you?” I smile.

I flop the Bitch off the bags, down face first onto a big blanket on the floor, careful to keep all the nasty fluids contained and off the floor. After all, I don’t want to sit next to piss the rest of the train ride when I’m done later. Taking my time, I start cleaning everything up, moving her bags and blankets and stuff to the big handicap restroom at the other end of the train. I make sure to use that one, the one farthest from where I sit. It takes several long trips back and forth, but eventually all that remains is her on the single blanket.

I bring my mask and a hoodie from my bag. I’ll need to conceal my face soon.

I then pick up the ends and start sliding her, using the blanket as a sled. I slowly drag her past all the people in their seats frozen in time. All the people she had been terrorizing this whole trip. With her mask off, coughing, clearly sick. Getting all her germs in the air that everyone shares. I drag her like some gross walk of shame. Her head bumps into seats and feet and bags along the way. The perfect little college girl that looked down on everyone. Bitched at the staff. Rich and privileged. Her body now disgusting and ruined, dragged away like the trash she is.

We reach the restroom finally. There’s plenty of room to work with in here. I leave her in the doorway as I set up a few things. I find the pants and shirts of hers I had used before to hang her by the bag rails in the aisle. I wrap one around each of her knees separately. And then tie her wrists together above her head. Leaving slack on all of them so I can attach to other things. I lift her limp mess of a body. God she smells awful. Piss, cum, sweat. She used to smell like dessert. Vanilla, fruit. I laugh and shake my head.

I roughly plop her down sitting on the toilet, then lift her arms by the straps holding both wrists together. I lift and pull, a real struggle to lift all her dead weight. I find a sturdy pipe at the ceiling, tying her up by it. She hangs with feet just barely touching the floor, arms completely stretched above her head. Chin limp on her chest. Her bare tits pressed together, perky, brushing against me as I work. My dick twitches. Almost done.

I take her legs one at a time and tie the knee straps to handicap rails on either side of her. They’re high and far apart enough to spread her perfectly. Her thighs parallel with the floor, bent at the knees, feet hanging limply straight down. I make sure everything is in the restroom with us, then close and lock the door. I step back and admire my handiwork.

Her wavy dark brown Italian hair was once done up in a “bird’s nest” sexy hairdo on top of her head. It lays caked with dried fluids across half her face, half soaked with my piss.

Her entire body glistens with piss, damp with sweat. What little clothing still hangs on her is soaked darker. Everything battered and worn.

Her face droops looking down at the floor. Once beautiful, like some Instagram girl, like some Kardashian wannabe with resting-bitch-face, a look of conceit and narcissism. Now unrecognizable. Her makeup is smudged like some horror movie, streaming down her face. Cheeks red and bruised from abuse. A bit of dried blood around her nostrils. Cum and drool leak out of her mouth in this hanging position, down her chin and onto her breasts below.

And those breasts, wow. Even damp with piss, drool, cum, she’s still so erotic. In the beginning, she had been modestly covered in an expensive white knit sweater. Now her small tits fully exposed. With her arms tightly pressed straight up, her breasts are held up and together a bit. Pert and perky. Her little nipples staring straight at me, light brown little areolas. Skin red and bruised with abuse. Her black bralette ripped open in the front, but the back and shoulder straps still intact, the bottom elastic band holds her little tits up, the sides press them together a bit. A bit of side boob poking lewdly out from the black fabric. The crease between tits and armpit, so perfect.

Those armpits. An area you’re not supposed to enjoy so much, a dirty place, a private place. Deep teeth marks right in the middle of one of them, from my vicious biting. The faintest bit of dark stubble, wet with slobber and sweat and piss. Pale soft skin, whiter than anywhere else on her body, although she’s fair-skinned all over.

Thin belly so soft and delicate. Strips of light gray fabric, soaked dark gray now, are all that remains of her undershirt, barely clinging onto her midsection. It had been a simple, tight, thin tank top, so fun to rip to shreds. It adds such a ravaged look to her.

Her panties are just as shredded. The elastic band around the top is the only thing clinging on around her thick hips. Pale green strips of ripped fabric hang loosely down from it, damp with piss and other fluids.

Her thighs have been so much fun, thicker than her thin frame would suggest, smooth and soft. Her legs were once covered by tight dark gray “jogger” sweatpants, teasingly tight against her asscrack. Underneath, she was so well-groomed. Clearly always shaving carefully, always using such sweet expensive lotions. Now red and battered from punishment. Finger marks all over from me gripping so brutally. A deep bite mark on the tender inner thigh.

Her pussy is worn with extreme use. Skin raw and red. Dark pubes, once so nice and neat, trimmed tastefully short, well groomed. Now they’re caked with all sorts of fluids and slime. Her labia stretched, hanging a bit lower than they had. Her clit red and swollen. Her pussy hole gaping open, loosened with brutal pounding and fisting. Her cervix inside, God I wonder how much damage it endured, how well her womb will ever work again. A string of grool hangs down, dripping out of her cunt toward the floor. In fact she has slime coating most of her inner thigh, down one leg, dripping off her bare foot.

Her cute little feet. One still has a sweet little fuzzy blue sock on it. A reminder of how nice she looked in the beginning. The other was torn off. Her toenails nicely painted white, but covered in slimy fluid dripped down from her cunt above.

I go find her missing sock in one of her bags. It’s soggy and drenched with piss. I laugh, wad it up in my hand, and go grab the Bitch by her hair. I wrench her head back, her mouth slack and open a bit from gravity. I clear my throat and spit in her mouth. Then I shove the piss-soaked sock in and spit again in her face. My cock is so hard now.

Then I go find some more socks and a couple pairs of panties from her bags. Some of them wet from piss too. I shove in sock, then panties, two more socks. as much as I can fit in her mouth, making sure she’s stuffed tight, jaw forced wide.

Then I go to her bags and find a pair of black stretchy yoga pants. These were once probably so sexy on her. Now they drip my piss onto the floor. I go wrap it around her mouth, tying it as tight as possible in the back, holding all the socks and panties in her mouth. Lastly I find her mask, a simple black fabric with loops that go over the ears.

“Was this really that hard to wear?” I jerk my cock with it for a minute, getting myself fully erect, precum all over the inside of her mask. I put it on her mouth over the yoga pants gag.

She looks like some sort of BDSM ninja, arms and legs up in some jumping pose, black mask over her face. I swing my leg back then kick forward, kicking her right in the pussy. Thud! A cunt punt. I watch as some old cum leaks out of her widely-spread vagina, dripping on the floor.

She’s at the perfect height for me to stand and fuck her. I put on my mask and hoodie with hood up, concealing myself as best I can. I grab my cock, step forward, and shove straight into her.

I sigh. That familiar warmth, wet walls gripping me, so perfect. She’s still a bit gaped open from all the abuse earlier. But still, fuck it’s good.

I stay like this, savoring the stillness one last time. My dick pulsing, my heart racing in anticipation. One hand underneath her, handful of a damp asscheek, holding her in place in preparation. My other hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of her nasty hair, holding her head up looking directly at me inches from my face.

“Are you ready for this?” I ask her. No reply, she has no idea what’s about to happen. The last thing she remembers was coughing and trying to sleep in her seat.

I focus my mind ... and finally unfreeze time. Immediately, the sounds and motion of the moving train erupts all around us. A deafening sensory overload after so long in perfect silence.

Her brown eyes immediately shift from staring blankly at nothing, to staring deep into my eyes inches away from her. Her pupils shrink, her eyelids shoot wide open in absolute terror as a thousand feelings start hitting her all at once.

Her pussy is surprisingly the first thing to come to life, a split second before everything else, before she truly reacts to everything. The walls that were loosely wrapped around my cock suddenly retract tightly, recoiling like a vice grip on my dick, trying to force me out. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve felt, I actually bite my lip from the sudden pain. But it’s such a turn on, actually feeling her insides react to all her abuse.

Her lungs suddenly gasp, a sharp inhale of shocked breath, an inadvertent reaction to the feelings starting to hit her. But with the breath, she sucks in all sorts of fluids left sitting in her ravaged mouth and throat. I hear the deepest, more disturbing GURRRRRGLE as her raspy intake of air is completely fucked up and obscured.

She makes more guttural sounds, clearly choking on all the cum, spit, and blood in her esophagus. Her eyes twitch as she stares in utter horror and disbelief into mine. Her whole body starts writhing and thrashing. I hold her asscheek tight to keep her plunged on my cock, and my other hand grips her shaking head up by the hair.

The pain from her pussy vice gripping my cock starts to ease as I feel violent spasms from her vaginal muscles. She’s losing all bodily function. The feeling is so stimulating I worry I might cum without even moving. I feel jizz I had left in her pussy from before start to ooze out from all sides around my cock.

Her thrashing intensifies throughout her whole body, both involuntary spasming mixed with genuine pathetic attempts to escape her bindings. The shaking movement forces about a full inch of rapid movement on my cock, in and out, as I just try to hold her still while buried balls deep in her. I don’t move at all, but her spasms feel as if I was jacking off as fast as my hand can move. It’s insane, and I find myself just holding my breath to endure it, smiling under my mask.