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Mia lay dumbfounded and panting on the bed, utterly exhausted by the waves of pleasure she'd endured. And it really had been a case of enduring it - it had been overwhelming. And yet... there was something incredibly odd about this whole thing. He'd kissed her cheek at the end, holding her and comforting her while she's shuddered with the aftershocks of her orgasms. And as much as she wanted to feel dirty and violated - especially filled with his cum as she was - she didn't. He'd been right. She'd enjoyed it. A lot.

He was gone by the time she gathered her wits and managed to sit up. She stumbled from her bed into the bathroom, her legs shaking violently from the power of their sex. Her pussy aches from use, but she wasn't hurt. It had been a rape but... what a strange attack. He'd seemed more focused on her pleasure than on his own, seemingly getting off on forcing her to enjoy what was happening.

It was... She nearly collapsed in the shower once she put it together. It was just like her fantasy! So close, in fact, that it seemed like he'd almost been using it as a script! Was that where her notebook had gone?!

She cleaned up and got out of the shower, uncertain about how to feel about this. She crawled into bed, too tired to think much, and fell fast asleep. The next morning, she called in sick to work, deciding she needed more time to work through what had happened to her.

And the moment she started thinking about it, a powerful jolt of arousal ran through her body. She felt her clit swelling at the thought alone. Moaning quietly, she ended up lying in bed most of the morning, playing with herself as she remembered what happened. She went for a preliminary search for her notebook, but she already knew where it was, and it only confirmed her suspicions when she couldn't find it. So he hadn't done it selfishly, exactly. She'd sort of asked for it. And knowing that... Any of the remaining resentment she felt was gone. She was embarrassed at the thought of someone else reading her book, but clearly he'd liked what he read.

So, she made up her mind that afternoon and went into the city to get some dinner and do a bit of shopping. And, when the time came, she got on the same train car at the same time as always, hoping he'd be there and wondering what he would do...
 
Damian had never imagined that this was how he would approach Mia. He was demure, collected and polite in all his dealings with her before the events of that night. However, he had to admit that doing what he had done, feeling how he had felt... well it had been amazing! He had paused at the door, looking her over, seeing how she laid splayed upon the bed, and even as he smiled at the effect he had had on her, he turned then and left.

As she had 'put it together', he had left quietly, closing the door and 'sneaking out'. Returning home, his heart hammered in his chest. He felt amazing over the effect he had had on her, but at the core he had still forced her. The idea of having hurt her weighed heavily on his mind, so much so that he decided to call in sick from work himself the next day. He had plenty of days off anyway, so his boss was very understanding.

The next evening though he himself had decided to still go on the train. He didn't know why... he didn't expect her there, so when he was sitting in his usual spot and she got on, he was floored. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind right then, but he was also excited. After all since she was there he hoped that she wasn't angry over what he had done.

In a way he had simply brought her own fantasy to life. When he saw her though he waited until a few more people had gotten off, the train getting quite empty in their car before he went to her and smiled alightly awkwardly. An idea popped into his head though and he moved to sit beside her, his eyes on her as he deliberately placed his hand on her knee, his eyes watching her.

" I wasn't sure you'd come back." He admitted though his hand firmly touched her knee. There was only one person left on the car and they were getting off at the next stop, but it seemed Damian wasn't satisfied with only one of her fantasies... he was fully planning on making another one of her fantasies come true right here! His eyes silently told her she was safe... despite what he might 'do' to her, he wasn't going to hurt her, he wanted to pleasure her again!
 
Mia's heart started beating wildly when he came over to sit next to her. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but when his hand came to rest on her knee, she became suddenly intensely aware of how empty the train was becoming. Her pussy flooded with wetness. If he'd read one of her fantasies, he'd probably read all of them... Did he want to do this again? She was surprised he had the guts to approach her after last night. After all, he had no idea how she'd react. The fact that he had the confidence to just... assume she wanted him still... She had to admit, it was pretty hot.

I wasn't sure you'd come back. Mia wasn't sure what to say to that. She considered it, for a moment, then bit her lip. "I wasn't sure I would either," she admitted softly. Then she licked her lips. "I'm... I'm Mia. I don't even know your name."
 
Damian could see the look in her eyes when her heart began to beat wildly, and yet as he sat down he looked to her as she didn't immediately pull away. Honestly, he WAS on the edge of his seat mentally, hoping that she hadn't freaked out over what had happened. He felt her knee beneath his hand and gently smiled to her, though as she admitted that she hadn't been sure whether she would come back, he nodded to her.

" Mia, that's a lovely name. I am Damian." He replied, though even as he did say that the familiar feel of the train slowing to it's next stop was shortly followed by the familiar ding of the door and the last person in their car left. They were on the last car of the train anyway, and it was later on in the evening so chances were high no one would be coming onto this train.

As he looked to her though he blushed ever so slightly, showing his nervousness though he didn't pull his hand away... instead he looked to her openly. " I take it since you came back you like what happened." As he said that his hand began to slide up her thigh, his eyes gently 'demanding' that she remain where she was... those deep brown eyes seeming to swallow her whole as he smiled.

" Are you going to be a good girl?" He asked as he added with a slight smile. " I mean... if you're not I will just make you anyway... right? Or maybe that's what you want?" He was grinning gently as it was, his eyes locked on hers as his hand traveled higher up her thigh, slipping closer to her hot, swollen, wet slit.
 
Mia's throat went dry with incredible arousal as Damian's hand started sliding up her thigh. She knew what was supposed to come next. She knew she was supposed to jump up and demand that he stop. He was supposed to follow her, and then take her against the wall... but she couldn't. Her body was frozen, and she wasn't sure that, even if she tried, his firm hand on her leg wouldn't just keep her seated anyway. He was very, very strong.

Instead, she just squirmed. "W-wait, what are you doing?" Could she pretend she didn't want this? She was already breathing very quickly, already growing flush with arousal. Would her resistance be convincing when it wasn't real this time? Did it matter?
 
The 'game' was fun either way, the fantasy was 'real' even if the resistance wasn't truly there. Even as she tried to will herself to get up, to resist his advances he could see that the 'war' within her was quite lost already.

As she simply squirmed though he smirked at her question, but his amusement wasn't over the 'script' changing, but the incredulous fact that she was trying to resist at all. " I think you know what I am doing." He replied as his palm pressed right up against the front of her clothes, grinding against her covered pussy.

" the real question here is, do you want to be taken here, or in your home again?" He wanted her, the lust wasn't disguised at all, it was real and so was he... his strong palm ground against her covered pussy as he looked to her, watching her. He wanted HER to decide where she wanted to be fucked silly!
 
Mia blushed, moaning at the thought of being taken in such a public place... She definitely wanted to be taken here.

His hand against her clothes pussy was doing nothing but teasing her. She needed more. She spread her legs, her skirt riding up a little, hoping he would shift his hand from over her skirt to the thinner cloth of her soaked panties.

He seemed to be waiting for her to respond, though... She couldn't bring herself to say that she wanted to be fucked here, even if that was what she wanted. She liked the game. She wanted to pretend she was still being forced. So her eyes went wide and she gasped. "You... you would really do that? Here? You would really force rape me on a train?" She had to swallow her moan at the word 'rape.'
 
Damian smirked as she blushed and moaned like that... and even as he pressed his palm against her skirt covered pussy, Damian could not help but smile as he looked to her. As she spread her legs however Damian looked to her with a soft groan.

As she gasped and 'played innocent, Damian couldn't help but nod to her, though as she swallowed her moan, his other hand swiftly moved and took hold of her hair as he moved swiftly, pulling her up to her feet. " Oh I'm going to do it Mia..." He moved her, pushing her right towards the back of the car, her back hitting the door separating the cars.

" I'm going to rape you right here..." His hand hiking her skirt up 'snuck' underneath as his fingers found her panties. He was impatient however and ripped her panties right off her, pulling and yanking them until they tore away as he looked to her though.

" Is the slut going to be soaked when I touch her cunt?" He asked, taking the mind set of a rapist, 'making' her do what he wanted, his other hand still tangled in her hair, her hands 'free' to 'fight' and 'make' him force her. Everything was subjective at the moment!
 
Mia whimpered, her whole body shuddering with anticipation. He was being rougher with her than he was last night, and she found her body reacted even more strongly than she expected. His growling, the feel of his strong hands pinning her to the door, the dirty words he was using... all of it colluded to arouse her more strongly than she'd ever been. His hand in her hair, pulling her head to exactly where he wanted it to be, made her gasp. The helplessness she felt as a result drove a sharp pang of lust through her body.

The slut was not only soaked, she was dripping, her pussy so wet that it was leaking copious amounts of her sweet juices down her thighs.

"P-please no!" she stammered, biting her lip to contain another moan. She tried to push him away, but it was useless - he was so much bigger and stronger than her that there was no chance for her to fight him, even with her hands free.
 
Damian had to gently grin when she 'played the game' with him, and even as she trembled he could tell that unlike a real 'rape' she wasn't trembling from fear but rather from UN-disguised lust.

Even as she begged him no with her voice, her eyes and body begged yes, and even as she said that his big strong hand cupped her pussy, feeling how absolutely soaked her tight pussy was! Since he had ripped her panties already though he grinned as he was able to curl and 'force' two fingers thick and strong right into her pussy.

" You're mine." He grumbled though he released her hair and catching one hand he forced it above her head, and when her other went to help her first he nimbly caught her second one with his same hand. Grinning to her he smirked.

" You're going to beg me to fuck you Mia, otherwise I'm going to keep you right on the edge of orgasm." She knew he was incredibly good at manipulating and teasing her... she had to know that the handsome strong man before her was going to do just that, turn her into a needy begging cum slut once again!
 
Mia whimpered when Damian lifted both of her hands above her head, leaving her utterly exposed and helpless. The feeling of helplessness, of knowing he could do whatever he wanted to her, sent a burst of arousal through her body, making her moan and making her hips grind down hard against his invading fingers.

She was already hot and tight and throbbing, already aroused to the point of near-mindlessness, when he promised to make her beg for him to fuck her. She gave a little cry that could as easily have been of fear as of lust (though both of them knew which one it actually was). Her hips rolled against his fingers, her pussy soaking his hand with her sweet juices. He was avoiding her clit expertly, though it ached and she needed desperately for him to touch it.

She managed to hold on for a little while, longer than she had expected, honestly. He fingered her roughly, catching all of her sweet spots, forcing her closer to orgasm, but never giving her needy little body the final push she needed to cum. He tortured her like that for a while, and it really was torture - she'd already have started begging him for whatever he wanted if she'd been able to form words properly. "Please!" she managed finally, bucking shamelessly against him. "Oh god, I NEED IT!"
 
He grinned as she whimpered, though he held her there as he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her cheek, as she burned with arousal, his thick calloused fingers worked her pussy, denying her the release that she wanted.

He could feel how soaked she was, and even as she gave that little cry of lust, he grinned as he worked her, ignoring her twitching, pulsing clit as she tried so hard to 'get off' and yet Damian denied her that.

As she begged him finally though he grinned, though she knew from that look what was coming next. " What do you need? Tell me what you need Mia." He grumbled, though in 'response' to her admission verbally of her need, he did give the faintest flick of her clit, allowing that spark to fuel her already raging fire of desire.

His eyes looked right into hers, denying her what she wanted, making her say what she needed just like she had fantasized about!
 
Mia cried out desperately. It had been a struggle to even beg him that much, and he wanted more detail? He mouth opened twice, only to make needy little sobbing sounds instead of words, before she could actually form the words she wanted. And all the while, her hips were grinding hard against his fingers, her poor, sweet cunt aching for release he continued to deny her.

"Oh god," she whimpered, her whole body writhing against him, "please fuck me! Please!"
 
He had to smirk as she was clearly trying to get the words out, and even as her hips ground hard against his fingers, he was very careful not to let her cum, though even as she whimpered and begged him, he looked to her.

" That's not good enough Mia, try again, beg harder, tell me what you are, what you need."

He kept tormenting her, refusing to give her what she wanted until he heard her calling herself all sorts of nasty words. 'Forcing' her to admit to her own desires, he was sure was driving her crazy with need but he remained resolute, she wouldn't have what she wanted yet!
 
Another desperate sob of need escaped her when he denied her yet again. She had to fight to clear her mind enough to even speak, her body bucking mindlessly against him.

"No, oh, please! I can't stand it! Fuck me, I'm..." She paused, knowing this was from her fantasy, trying to remember what it was she'd written so she'd know what to say. She couldn't. Instead, a nearly incomprehensible series of dirty words simply tumbled out of her mouth, trying to please him enough that he would finally give her what she needed. "Fuck, I'm yours, cum slut, oh please fuck me, I need your cock, please fuck, I'm your dirty little whore oh please fuck my needy cunt!"
 
Damian had to groan softly when she bumbled those words out. They weren't the most cohesive, but then again it didn't change how hot those words got him as well! It was clear they were 'enough' though because a moment after she managed to get them out, his fingers pulled from her.

Taking them over to his groin he worked the zipper open and letting his cock spring out, he stepped closer to her before he let himself aim right for her. Bending his knees slightly he thrust, stuffing his cock into her with a loud groan as he filled her up with hot piercing cock.

His hand covered her mouth to stifle any screams while he drove into her with one brutal thrust, stuffing her to the max!
 
Mia whimpered when his fingers pulled out of her, leaving her painfully empty. She squirmed against him, seeking any friction, while she waited for the slow process of him drawing out his rock hard cock.

Once it was out, though, he drove into her, one hard, brutal thrust, and she screamed into his hand. His cock stretched her out again, delicious and hot, and the moment his hips smacked against hers, his entire length shoved into her, she screamed again, her pussy clamping down on him as she came. Her hips bucked wildly, her body fucking itself against his pole while wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her body.
 
He listened to her whimpers, but knew that they would not last for long... and even as she squirmed against him, he groaned at the sight of such a hot, wanton slut right in front of him.

As he felt and heard her muffled scream though Damian was groaning loudly, the pleasure SO intense as he felt her hips bucking, her body fucking him and even as the pleasure washed through her and she came, he looked right into her eyes as he thrust, fucking her deep and hard.

Groaning he drilled her up against the wall, holding her hands captive, covering her mouth he 'raped' her just like the lusty wanton slut needed!
 
He never gave her a chance to come down. He just kept fucking her harder, forcing his cock into her sensitive, orgasming pussy over and over. She was sobbing against his am hand, nearly screaming as he forced her to endure a height of pleasure she'd never imagined. She needed a break, she needed to give her poor, sensitive cunt a moment to recover from the electrifying aftershocks of her orgasm, but he was giving her no such reprieve.

His cock kept filling her, his hips kept scraping against her swollen, over-sensitive clit and she cried out breathlessly with each thrust, each piston of his hips pushing her higher into an impossible to endure strength of pleasure. Her body was writhing helplessly against him, seeking some relief, but he pinned her to the door and gave her none.

She finally tore her mouth from his hand, panting. "Pl-please, ah!" she moaned. "I need.. I need a break. Oh god, please stop!"
 
She didn't want to come down... that much was clear from the look on her face. She WANTED him to do what he was doing to her, she WANTED to be forced into such heights of pleasure that she couldn't 'take it' and yet had to take it as well.

Even as she cried out breathlessly and tried to 'hold on' to her own senses, he drilled her into obliviousness. As she managed to tear her mouth free he looked right into her eyes as his hips relentlessly slapped against hers, though his hand moved down and gently, carefully wrapped around her throat, his eyes bearing into hers.

" No, I'm not stopping until you can't even speak." He growled though he groaned as he felt his cock twinge, throbbing with pure delight as he looked to her. " Besides... I am going to cum soon, and you're going to take it."

With that though he closed his hand around her throat, 'choking' her carefully, just squeezing enough to make speaking difficult as he drove her up onto the balls of her feet with each powerful thrust, his eyes meeting hers the entire time as he refused to stop until he came, his heavy balls tightening, churning, getting close to that release!
 
Mia was delirious. She could barely breathe, never mind speak. Her body had taken on a mind of its own, bucking in furious delight as he forced unimaginable pleasure on her exhausted body. Her clit was swollen and singing every time his hips slapped hard against her. She had no relief - her pussy lips were spread wide by his thick cock, leaving her aching clit exposed to every rough thrust. Her pussy was clamping down hard on him, still shuddering and spasming from her last orgasm even as he drove her helpless body towards another.

The feeling of his hand on her throat did nothing but drive home just how helpless she really was in the face of his desires. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she couldn't stop him. She was utterly at his mercy... and she loved it. She slutty little pussy throbbed with every moment she became more aware of her helplessness. She took pleasure from being used this way.

She would have screamed when she second orgasm hit her, setting her whole body on fire, but she couldn't with his hand over her throat the way it was. Instead, she simply went rigid as he continue his relentless fucking, her whole body shaking while her pussy spasmed hard around his pistoning member.
 
He looked right into her eyes, watching how they clouded over with her lust and thrived within that. Even as he watched her body quake and shake from the force with which he was filling and emptying her, it was a rough brutal usage of her body, which was exactly what she wanted.

As her cunt throbbed and came beautifully upon him, he watched her as she went so rigid, his own orgasm approaching swiftly he leaned into her, his strong tall body pinning hers phgysically to the subway car door as he rampantly drilled her pussy for a few moments longer.

That was all it took before he came and hard, his cock exploding, hot cum spraying inside her as his body held hers up, he knowing as soon as he let her go she would collapse to the floor, so for that moment he remained right where he was.

He finally did pull back though, emptying her as he 'let' her crumble to the floor of the subway car, his hands lowering her, letting her feel that usage before he took out a cloth and cleaning his cock with his and her juices, he moved and kneeling slightly, he took hold of her hair. Lifting her head he stuffed the cloth into her mouth before the ding of the car's stopping announced the stop, and with it he was gone just like her delectable fantasy!
 
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