Strong, confident, and ambitious. Second year student at Harvard University, excelling in her classes and already planning on the graduate program she wanted to apply to. Wendy Testaburger was the "it" girl. Cute and nerdy, she was popular amongst the boys. There was no time for dating though when her academics came first.
Wendy boarded the subway, tucking herself into a corner where she could stand and have a little space for herself amongst the crowd. She was running a little late to class today, but she had already emailed the professor to make them aware, so she tried not to worry too much about it.
As the subway began moving, a musky scent invaded her space, snapping her out of her thoughts. She looked up and in the reflection of the glass she could see a taller man standing close behind her. He was wearing a baggy blue sweater, face obscured by the hood and a black face mask. Even his eyes were hidden by greasy black hair.
Hiding her displeasure, as to remain polite, she took a step closer to the wall to create some distance between them.
He followed, his body now pressing against her.
She was about to turn and confront him when she felt it. A chilling sharpness at her back.
He had a knife.
The man's face came closer to her ear, and even through the mask, she could smell the whiskey on his breath.
"Move or shout, and I'm going to sever your fucking spine."
Her body tensed at his rough, deep voice. Wendy felt like she couldn't move, regardless of how her mind screamed at her to do so.
"Do you understand?" He prompted, and the knife pressed closer, causing her to hitch her breath.
"Yes," she whispered in response, voice tightening with panic. The sharpness disappeared, but Wendy's relief was short lived.
Rough, vile hands slid under her skirt, sliding against her black stockings. The man's breathing was heavy in her ear. Unsure what to do in her panic, she kept her arms stiffly at her sides, fists balled.
The man's hands groped her ass, and with some pressure from his thumb, tore a hole in the hem of the stockings. His fingers slid inside, teasing the growing wetness in her panties.
She hated her body for responding to him. It wasn't how she truly felt. It was just a biological reaction to what he was doing. A physiological response to the hot breath in her ear, how he was hunched over her with his face in her neck, the fingers between her legs, and the erection poking her ass.
She released a quiet shuddering breath as his fingers pushed her panties to the side, allowing him to slip between her swollen cunt. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth.
His other hand came around her thigh to the front, squeezing the flesh, taut within the stockings. He pressed kisses to her neck through the mask, moaning softly.
The train rumbled and swayed. Wendy's other hand came up to brace herself against the window.
It was too crowded for anyone to see what was happening. The man's fingers were now delving inside her, curving and pumping slowly. He was massaging the spot within her that made her knees weak, radiating warm pleasure.
Wendy's mind was in a panic, terrified. She wanted to fight, shout for help, do anything that would get this creep off of her, but she was frozen with fear. All she could do was stare into her own, wide eyes as he touched her.
Her legs shook as he fucked her with his fingers, driving them up as deep inside her cunt as they would go. Over the roar of the train, the lewd squelching noises were muffled. The man's body was tight against her, leaving her no room to move, let alone escape.
His fingers left her cunt and he moved them to her mouth, pressing them against her lips in a silent command. She opened her mouth and he stuffed them inside, forcing her to taste her own arousal. She bit back a whimper, tears forming in her eyes.
The man stared her down in the reflection of the window. His eyes were dark, but even with the mask on, she could tell he was grinning. "You look good like this," he growled, resting his head on her shoulder. His fingers played with her tongue, and she gave him a pleading look in the reflection. "So pretty. Perfect fuckdoll ready to be used."
The train entered a tunnel, sending the cabin into darkness, only broken up by the occasional outside lamp they passed.
Where his kisses had been through a mask before, they were now directly against her skin, his tongue sliding out to lick up her neck to her ear. "I want you so bad…" he groaned, hot whiskey breath on her ear. She heard him unzip his pants, and soon she felt the warm head of his cock pressing against the hole in her stockings.
"Please don't," she begged around his fingers. His other hand bunched up her skirt and gripped her waist. He ignored her, choosing instead to growl into her ear.
"Remember to stay quiet, sweetheart."
His cock shoved into her, forcing her wet cunt to stretch around him. Wendy choked out a quiet sob, tears flowing freely down her cheeks as he pressed his hips to her ass, fully inside now. One of his legs slid between her own, forcing her to widen her stance, and allowing him deeper access. "That's it, babygirl… take it in….milk me dry."
Groaning softly, his grip on her waist tightened as he began to shallowly thrust into her. She gasped at the first thrust and shut her eyes tight, forcing her mind to go elsewhere. It was impossible when he was in her ear.
"Such a tight cunt," he grunted. "Bet you're a fuckin' virgin."
Wendy was tempted to bite down on his fingers but she feared for her safety. It might not just be a knife he had on him. He could have a gun, and if she bit down, he might have her dead within seconds. With the state her mind was in, it was impossible to form a rational thought.
His thrusts weren't quick, but each one was rough, making her stumble as he rammed into her. "Bet you never had cock this good, huh babe?" The man whispered into her ear, dipping his head to nip and suck at her neck.
"God, you feel so fuckin' good… better than I imagined…" His cock had her cunt spread wide open, slick with her arousal as he pumped into her.
The man's hand left her mouth to slide under her shirt, pushing her bra up to grope at her breasts. "So cute… smaller than I thought, but still so good…"
He was panting now, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply. "Love your perfume… always smell it when you get on the train…"
Mumbling to himself in his lustful stupor, all Wendy could do was wait for it to be over. Her hand braced herself against the window as his rough thrusts shook her. As he came close to his release, both his hands came to rest on her hips, gripping her tightly and pulling her back onto him to meet his thrusts. His sweaty face pressed against her cheek. "So good," he repeated to himself under his breath, his thrusts stuttering.
With one last particularly rough thrust, he stilled, pressing himself hard against her, pumping his seed as deep as he could inside her. "Ugh, fuck yeah…" he groaned softly, breathing hard on her neck.
She released a shuddering breath, doing her best to remain quiet while she sobbed. The man pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his arms coming to wrap around her. "Do you feel full, babe? I emptied my balls into that pretty cunt of yours. Never came so hard in my life."
Wendy didn't respond, shaking in his grasp, her cunt squeezing around his cock to her dismay.
The man continued, pressing his hand down on her belly. "How does it feel, cutie, knowing you're gonna have your rapist's baby?"
All she could do was choke out a sob. The man's softening cock left her, a string of semen connecting them for a moment. She heard him zip his pants again.
Wendy's skirt was left crumpled, her shirt crooked and hair messed up, a far cry from the perfection and neatness she had boarded the train with.
Light returned to the train as they exited the tunnel and it slowed to a stop, approaching the next station. The speakers chimed and the doors opened, people exiting and entering.
The man, masked once more, gave her ass a slap before making his exit, leaving Wendy to lean against the window, cum and blood soaking her stockings and dripping down her thighs.