One Night on a Train... (Ryanmo97 x literary_goblin)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan Morris was a self-made millionaire. He owned a very successful company that sold consumer electronics to various businesses. That and due to some great investments, he was able to make a lot of money. He had a nice home in the suburbs but instead of taking a car. He preferred riding the subway.

One night, a couple of weeks ago, the train was very crowed as usual. Sometime during the trip a very good looking woman ended up in front of him. He didn't know what possessed him but out of the blue he started to touch her. He fondled her breasts through her clothes and reached under her skirt to rub her pussy over her panties. The strange thing was she didn't protest or fight back. She just let him do it. He was surprised that they both got off at the same station but walked away in two different directions.

And so over the next couple of weeks, it continued. The two of them would end up next each other and he would molest her through her clothes. She never said a word to him and no one around them said anything.

It was Friday night and Ryan was on the train and smiled when they arrived at his "Girlfriend's" Stop and he eagerly awaited her arrival.
 
Rachel was excited. It seemed silly to get so excited for the ride home after work. Not to be home, no. Just to ride home on the train. She was, oddly enough, excited to get on the crowded train, filled with other people, filled with men in suits, tired and ready to go home. But there was one man.

Tall, attractive, and wealthy, if his suit was any indication. She had never actually spoken to him. She couldn't even remember how it had started, but every day now, she would step onto the train, stand in front of him, and he would grope her. Large hands passed over her body, grabbing at her large, buoyant breasts and running his fingers over her damp pussy. She knew it probably wasn't right to let a strange man touch her like that, but she never fought him. In fact, she had started getting wet every evening, before getting on the train. She loved it, and she knew he could tell. There was no way he couldn't feel how wet her panties were right from the moment he slipped his hand up under her skirt.

She'd started wearing shorter and shorter skirts, and tighter and tighter tops. To the point where she had started earning 'looks' from her male coworkers. And yet... there was only one set of eyes she wanted to draw.

Today, she was wearing a short pencil skirt and a tight-fitting top with the top several buttons undone to reveal cleavage. And, for the first time ever, she had removed her panties. She was soaked with anticipation, her thighs wet with her juices. Chewing her lip, a blush splashed across her cheeks under a pair of wide blue eyes and long caramel curls. She spotted him easily, her heart beating wildly while she waited for him to discover her little 'treat.'
 
Ryan smiled when he saw her walk up. Once the train was on its way, he started. He placed his hands on her waist. His right hand moved up her blouse to her breasts and started to rub her nipples through her clothes. He slid his other hand under her skirt and was surprised to find no panties. He smiled as he touched her wet pussy lips.
 
She drew her full lips between her teeth and chewed, her hips swinging back and forth once at the feeling of his hands grasping at her waist. God, he felt so strong, like he could hold her down and...

Oh. Her eyes opened wide and she had to contain a soft moan when his fingers drifted up to her chest and he started rubbing her nipples. They'd already started quite hardened from arousal, but they grew hard as pebbles the moment he started toying with them, standing at attention and highly visible through her shirt.

And then his fingers found her exposed pussy. She gasped, her cheeks turning pink with arousal and embarrassment when she felt his fingers sliding over her soaked pussy lips. He had to know how much she enjoyed his molesting her now. Her legs slipped open a little wider, clearly intending to give him better access to her waiting pussy. Her eyes slipped shut and she swallowed a moan, trying to hold still for him.
 
Ryan just held her close never wanting this to end. Ryan just kept touching her. His hands moved slowly as he rubbed her nipples with the palm of his hand. He smiled as he felt start to get wetter. He was positive that she could feel his cock grow as she was pressed against him. Just then, he could feel the train slow down as it reached their stop. They walked off of the train together but as they were going to go their separate ways, Ryan took her hand and lead her away. He hoped that she wouldn't try to run away.
 
Rachel could feel his cock straining against his pants behind her, and all of a sudden, she was struck by the fantasy of being bent over on an empty train car while he fucked her from behind.

She nearly moaned aloud at the thought, but she managed to swallow it, desperate to avoid drawing attention to their 'activities'.

His fingers were rubbing harder against her pussy, and her knees were growing weak. She was so wound up that she was almost ready to cum, almost, oh, so close...

And then the train began to slow to let them off at their stop, and his hands drew away from her needy body. She whispered a small, soft, "No!" of desperation, her hand coming up to cover her mouth in embarrassment. What if someone had heard?! She looked quickly around the train car, but no one seemed to have noticed. Thank god.

Her knees wobbled as she walked off the train next to him, unable to think of anything but going home and getting herself off, finally. Except, as she turned to leave, she felt someone take her hand. She looked back, shocked, and felt a blush blooming on her cheeks when she realized it was him. He tugged on her hand, trying to lead her away, and she followed in stunned silence, wondering what he intended.

Once they made it off the platform, however, she seemed to find her voice. She didn't know what they were doing, but she could imagine that he was finally going to follow up on all the teasing touches he'd been giving her. Arousal speared through her once again at the thought of him pleasuring her more thoroughly, the way she'd always dreamed... A romantic weekend of sex and lust and maybe more? The thought excited her.

"Ahem," she started, sounding uncertain. "I... I'm Rachel," she began, giggling quietly at the strangeness of introducing herself to him only now. "What should I call you?"
 
Ryan smiled when she didn't fight him. When she asked his name hie said, "Nice to meet you Rachel... I'm Ryan." They walked back to his place in silence. Ryan couldn't believe this was happening. He had been thinking about this day for awhile now. He had been planing it for a while now and today, he was ready to put his plans in to motion. Ryan's house looked like any other two story suburban house. Ryan unlocked the door and they went inside, "Welcome to my home... Would you like the grand tour?"
 
Rachel smiled brightly as they reached his place. She nodded in response to his question. "Yeah, sure! A tour sounds great!" She was still aching to have sex with him, but she wasn't about to be rude. Besides, a little anticipation just increased the pleasure later, right?
 
Ryan smiled, "Let's start with my playroom in the basement." He took Rachel downstairs he walked up to a door and entered a pass code into a keypad and the door opened. He led Rachel inside. There was a bed on one corner, with cuffs on each corner. In the middle of the room there was a set of shackles hanging from the ceiling and a set of shackles attached to the floor.

He closed the door and said, "Didn't your parents ever teach you to never go with strangers?" He grabbed her and pulled her to the shackles in the middle of the room, and started to force her wrists into the shackles above her head.
 
The door snapped shut behind her and Rachel yelped in surprise. She hadn't even had the chance to register what else was in this "playroom" before Ryan grabbed her and pulled her into the center of the room. She didn't even resist, really, beyond token surprise, because she didn't understand what was happening. It wasn't until she felt cold metal close around one of her wrists that she seemed to realize she was in trouble.

She tried to wriggle her other hand out of his grasp and tried to move away from him, but one wrist was already cuffed and he was so much stronger than her. She was left effectively helpless as he forced her other wrist into the other cuff. "N-no! Wait! What are you doing?" She was going for demanding, but her voice shook and she only ended up sounding scared. "What's happening? Please, you don't have to do this! Don't hurt me!" She didn't understand - she had been more than willing to have sex with him, surely he realized that? Why was he binding her like this?
 
Ryan pulled Rachel 's wrists into the shackles over her head and her ankles into the shackles on the floor. He removed her shoes and because of the height she was forced to stand on her tip toes."I've brought you here to be my sex slave. I know I could have you willing but I don't want you for a weekend... I want you forever..." He walked over to a cabinet and took out a pair of scissors. Then, he walked up to her and started to cut the buttons off her blouse.
 
Rachel's eyes went wide. "Wh-what?! You can't do that! I have... I have..." She was going to say that she had family and friends who would miss her but... did she really? Her family lived halfway across the country, and she wasn't close to her parents. She had no boyfriend. She was close enough to some of the people at work to go out for drinks sometimes, but that wasn't really friendship, was it?

Oh god. All it would take would be a text to her boss, feigning sickness. And then, who knew how long it would be before anyone even started looking for her?

Eyes wide and afraid, she watched Ryan collect the scissors and tried uselessly to squirm away once he started cutting away her blouse. "N-no please, don't! I'll... I'll do whatever you want. I'll come home with you every night you ask. You don't have to keep me here like this!" she begged. Of course, she had no intention of doing what he asked - if he let her out, she was going to run to the police. If they'd even believe her.
 
Ryan cut off each button of her blouse, "I can't take the risk of you going to the police... After all I did kidnap you..." He cut the buttons on the cuffs of her blouse then he cut down each arm and the blouse fell to the ground, "But, you are right about one thing... You are going to do whatever I want..." Ryan then started to cut her skirt off.
 
She shuddered when she realized she was left wearing only her bra. God, she regretted taking off her panties now! And she was still wet! That had to be remnants from before she knew she was being kidnapped.

She tugged at the cuffs, but they held fast, and she squeezed her eyes shut as he started cutting off her skirt. "Wh-why? Why this? Why not... something normal? I-I mean, you know what I was coming home with you to do... You didn't need to do this..."
 
Ryan smiled as cut her skirt off. Once it fell to the floor and Rachel was left in just her bra, "I did want a normal relationship with you... That's why I started touching you like i did... I was suckering you in..." Ryan unfastened her bra and then cut each bra strap and it fell to the floor, "And Now I strip the final thing I can from you... your name... since you are now my slave, I have the right to rename you... so from now on your name is no longer Rachel... Your name is Belle..."
 
Left nude in front of him, Rachel tried to curl in on herself. She couldn't exactly hide her body, not in the position, she was in, as much as she might have wanted to. She made do, instead, by turning her face away from him and hiding behind a curtain of her hair.

She knew she was helpless. He could do whatever he wanted to her now. She tried not to think about how her body responded to that idea. The dampness in her pussy was just left over from the train. She wasn't aroused. She wasn't.

"Wh-why me?" she asked, trying to distract herself.
 
Ryan walked up to her and walked behind her. He kissed her on the nape of her neck, "You were so beautiful, Belle..." His hands wrapped around her. "I just had to touch you..." His left hand moved up to her breasts and his right hand moved down to her pussy. Then he started touching her like he'd those many nights on the train.
 
Rachel tried to pull away from his touch, but there was absolutely no hope. And her body responded easily to the familiar touch, now on naked skin. How many times had she fantasized about him touching her like this? Not with her chained, obviously, but skin to skin, in the privacy of a home, without anything to distract?

She bit down on her full bottom lip, trying to hold very still and contain any sounds she wanted to make. She was not going to give him the pleasure of thinking she enjoyed this. She didn't enjoy it. She didn't. Or so she was trying to convince herself, while her pussy flooded with juices for him, and her nipples hardened under his hands.
 
Ryan kept playing with her breasts and pussy. He could feel her getting wet and he could feel her nipples getting hard. "mmm, Belle... You are so beautiful... I'm going to take such wonderful care of you. You're going to love living here with me..." He kissed her again the nape of her neck.
 
He wanted to take care of her, did he? Maybe there was some hope, then. Still trying to resist the pleasurable sensations his hands were drawing up in her body, she shook her head. "P-please let me down from these shackles..."
 
Ryan continued to play with her breasts and pussy and kissing her. "I will soon... Just relax and enjoy, Belle..." as he was kissing her and playing with her he thought about all the plans he had for her and he smiled.
 
Her hips were starting to move against his touch, against her will. She didn't want to let him make her feel good, but his hands were so good at drawing pleasure out of her body that there wasn't anything she could do. With her legs spread open for him by the shackles, she simply had to let him play, and between her breasts and her pussy, her breath was starting to come short and her body was starting to demand more.

"O-oh n-no..." She gasped, shaking her head. "You can't, I don't... oh God, please don't make me cum like this..."
 
Ryan kept playing wtih Belle's breasts and pussy. He could tell she was getting close to reaching her climax then she said, "O-oh n-no... You can't, I don't... oh God, please don't make me cum like this..."

He smiled, and said, "Okay..." Then he stopped and moved his hands away from her, "You know... I'm getting hungry... I think I'll go make some supper..." Ryan then headed upstairs and left Belle hanging there.
 
Rachel couldn't stop the desolate moan of disappointment that escaped her throat when he drew his hands away. She was on the very verge of cumming and while her mind wanted desperately to pretend like she wasn't enjoying this, the tension in her body told a completely different story. It was almost painful, being left on the edge of such an explosive orgasm like this.

"N-no!" It came out before she could stop it, and she blushed furiously, her gaze dropping to the floor.
 
Ryan left her hang there by her arms for over an hour. He returned with a plate of food for her. "Hello, Belle... I'm sure you must be starving... Would you like something to eat?" There was grilled chicken, oven roasted potatoes and corn. "All you have to do is agree to be my sex slave..."
 
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