You walk into your usual train car on the way home from work. You take a later train than the norm, leaving from a bar that you'd stopped at with a few of your coworkers. You see me dressed in a skirt and some heels, sitting at the far end with my legs crossed. I'm looking outside the window with my headphones on, oblivious to the world around me. As it's late, we're the only ones riding the train at this time.
I nod my head to the beat and adjust in my seat, uncrossing my legs and straightening my back. My skirt is so short that you catch a few curls of pubic hair poking out, glinting in the light of the car from the line of my sheer white panties. I glance at you as you take your seat and flash you a smile with politeness.
The car pulls away from the station toward the next stop and I start to turn back toward the window when I see you walking closer to me. You point to your wrist as if asking for the time. I look away to pull out my phone from my pocket when you slap with such a force that you knock me to my side.
You pull me off the bench and slam me into the floor, pulling on my headphones wrapped around my neck to act as something like a noose. My cell phone comes free of my pocket and slides across the train car, out of arm's reach.
As I'm trying to grab for it, you wrap the headphones a few more times around my neck and pull me up, throwing me into the seat and forcing my face up against the window. I don't waste my energy screaming, as there's no one to help me.
You hook your fingers in the back of my skirt and pull forcefully towards you until my ass is poking out. Suddenly, the train comes to the next stop. The doors open. I try to wriggle out of your grasp and scream, but your hold on my neck is too firm.
No one enters. The doors close and the train continues. Just then you loosen your grip a bit, enjoying the ragged gasping that escapes my lips. You lift my skirt up and pull at my panties, noting with glee how moist I seem to have become from this encounter.
I spread my legs as wide as they could go, hoping to add some resistance. You pick my upper body up and slam my face into the glass, the whole car shuddering with the impact. I cry out but keep my legs spread wide, impertinent.