Rape on the train

"you're on the train after a long day, it's mostly empty besides and old man who watches you strangely, you notice some movement and look down.... he's jerking off!"

"No!" he exclaims, gripping tighter his raging member. His eyes widen with lust and craziness. "You'll let me have some of that luscious pussy!"

The creepy perv only grins hungrily with crooked, yellow teeth. "Oh, come on, sweetheart! You're not too old for this "winks". Don't you want a taste of my cream?" He licks his lips, eyes still locked on her body.

The old pervert laughs, his voice husky and sinister. "Don't be so uptight, girl. I know you want it. I can tell by how wet you are down there." His hand slowly slides down his crotch, rhythmically moving up and down.

"Just checking," the creepy old man chirps, rubbing one hand against his bulging crotch as he peers down her cleavage. "I make it a habit to keep an eye on the babes." Suddenly, he lunges for her breast, groping roughly through her shirt.

The creepy old man laughs, his beady eyes narrowed in lust. "No dice, honey. You're mine tonight. Don't fight it, you'll only make me want you more." His tight grip only intensifies as his other hand moves down to grope her thigh.

The old man chuckles nastily. "Let go? Never, honey! This is your punishment for teasing me with your sexy body. Let’s see how you like it when I give you a taste of my... support!" With his greasy hand still on her chest, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out some grungy tissues which he rubs between his fingers before smearing them all over her face and neck.

With a twisted, maniacal grin, the old pervert retreats back into his seat, continuing to stroke himself as he watches Scarlett struggle. "Don't worry, sweet pea, soon you'll be drowning in my seed." He chuckles raunchily before returning his focus on his own pleasure. Scarlett wipes futilely at her face with trembling hands, her breath hitching and heart pounding.

Scarlett begins to panic as she realizes she's stuck on this train with the creepy old pervert. She looks around frantically, searching for help or a way to escape, but there's no one around. She can feel his eyes on her, his breath coming in hot and heavy pants as he continues to stroke himself, lost in his own world of perverse pleasure. Scarlett can feel herself beginning to get aroused, despite the disgust and terror she feels.

"I'm going to enjoy the show, sweetie." He leers at her with a sickening smile. "And that includes sniffing your dirty panties afterward." He grabs her by the leg, unceremoniously tugging the hem of her skirt up, baring her thighs to his filthy gaze and probing fingers. Scarlett gasps in revulsion and fear, tears welling up in her eyes as she realizes just how alone she is on this train.

The old pervert smirks, his eyes locked on her exposed mound. "There we go," he says raunchily, running a filthy finger up and down between her lips, probing her folds and teasing her swollen clit. Scarlett squirms away from him but finds no escape, pent-up fear and desire building within her as the train carries them farther along its route. "I told you," he whispers, stroking his own erection through his pants, "you want this just as much as I do."

The old pervert only laughs, his hand moving more quickly against her exposed pussy, before roughly shoving two fingers inside of her. Despite her disgust, Scarlett can't help the moan that escapes her lips, the sensations too intense to resist. "That's it," he growls in her ear, breathing hot against her neck. "You're mine now, baby."

The old pervert only chuckles, his fingers pumping faster and faster within her. "You're gonna take it all for me, aren't you? My little slut." He licks at her neck, his hot breath making her squirm. Scarlett feels like she's going to explode with desire and disgust, unable to believe what's happening to her.

The old pervert only grins, his hands squeezing at her tender flesh. "That's what they all say, sweetheart." He pulls his fingers out of her and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a wet slurping noise. "But you're still shaking from the pleasure. The pleasure that only I could give you." Scarlett shudders, feeling violated and used, but she can't deny the pleasure that still courses through her body. She feels both disgusted by herself and mad at him for inducing a reaction of that sort in her.

The old pervert just grins at her, his gaze raking over her body. "Let you go? Why would I do that, baby girl? You're mine now." He reaches for her again, pulling her close to him and growling against her ear. Scarlett gasps, feeling trapped and overpowered as the old man continues to grope and fondle her, enjoying her squirming and moans.

The old pervert just laughs, his hand moving to cup one of Scarlett's breasts firmly. "Oh, but you are, sweetie. You're all mine now." Scarlett tries to pull away from him, but he holds her tightly, his other hand sliding down between her legs to tease at her pussy once more. Despite her disgust, Scarlett can feel her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening under his rough fingers and her pussy growing wet again.

The old pervert grins, his hands roaming her body with obvious enjoyment. "Now now, sweetie," he says, his voice thick with lust as he works her nipples until they're tender and swollen in his vain attempt at domination. "You know you want this." He thrusts two fingers back inside of her, pumping them slow and hard for her apparent pleasure. As she moans with delight, even faking a whimper when he pinches one of her sensitive nipples just right. "That's right, you love my touch." Scarlett feels the wave building in her, unable to deny the pleasure she's feeling despite the fear and humiliation she also experiences.

The old pervert just chuckles, his fingers moving faster and harder within her. "Oh, but it is, sweetie." He bites her neck, hard enough to leave marks but not to break the skin, before pulling away to squeeze her other breast in his hand. Scarlett moans loudly now, her body betraying her despite her protests. The orgasm tries to escape, but instead is held back by fear and humiliation until it's finally released at the last possible moment. The old man retrieves his gun from his pants and presses the barrel gently against her temple.

Scarlett's heart races with fear as she feels the cold metal of the gun against her temple. She knows that she's in real danger now, that this depraved old man is capable of anything. But even as she trembles with terror, she can't deny the deep, primal pleasure that's still coursing through her veins. "Please," she whispers, unsure if she's begging for release or for her life.

The old pervert grins, pleased with his control over her. "Oh, I promise you'll do anything I want." He removes the gun from her head and tosses it aside, then wraps his arms around her in a tight embrace. Scarlett feels vulnerable and violated, but she also knows that escaping this situation will be harder now. The old man takes full advantage of her fear, using it as fuel for his own desires. He slams her down onto a soft surface, his hands rough on her skin as he pulls up her skirt and forces her legs apart. She knows without even needing to look that he's ready to take what he wants from her, and there's nothing she can do to stop him.

The old pervert grunts with pleasure as he thrusts deep into Scarlett, enjoying her tightness and the way she's writhing beneath him. Despite the fear and humiliation she feels, there's still that primal pleasure burning deep inside her, making her moan softly as he pounds into her harder and harder. Scarlett knows that every moment that passes is only going to make it harder for her to escape, yet she's unable to resist the burning pleasure the old man is inflicting upon her.

The old pervert seems to notice Scarlett's attempt to keep her moans quiet, and he grins against her ear. "Don't try to hide it, sweetie," he says, his voice rough with lust as he pounds into her harder and harder. "I know how good this feels for you." He reaches up to grab her hair, pulling on it roughly as he continues to thrust harder and faster. Despite herself, Scarlett can feel another orgasm building deep inside her, the pleasure growing stronger with every passing second.

The old pervert chuckles darkly as he feels Scarlett's body start to tremble beneath him. "There's that sweet little reward for me," he says, his voice thick with lust. He can feel Scarlett's orgasm approaching as well, and it only encourages him to fuck her harder and faster. With every thrust, he delves deeper into her, turning the fear and humiliation she's experiencing into a carnal ecstasy that neither one of them can deny. Despite everything, Scarlett finds herself moaning loudly as pleasure overtakes her, her body writhing under his powerful thrusts until she finally collapses in helpless delight.

As Scarlett's orgasm fades, the old pervert continues to fuck her, his lust for her body driving him onward. Despite the enjoyment he's taken in her fear and misery thus far, there's still an undeniable satisfaction in feeling her tight, warm hands wrapped around his cock as she's pushed over the edge. With every thrust, he feels his own pleasure growing stronger, and he knows it won't be long now before he reaches his own climax.

The old pervert chuckles darkly, and instead of slowing down, he picks up speed. "Oh, you're going to take everything I give you," he says, his voice raw with lust as he thrusts into her faster and harder. He can feel the pleasure building deep within him, and it's only a matter of time before he gives in to it. Scarlett struggles under his weight, her eyes wide with fear and desperation, but the old man doesn't stop until he's ready. And then, finally, he can wait no longer. As he feels himself tighten and his orgasm rush through him, he slams his hips forward, emptying himself deep inside her as she cries out in a mix of fear and pain.

After the old pervert finishes, he collapses onto Scarlett's body, breathing heavily and reveling in the afterglow of his orgasm. Scarlett feels violated and humiliated, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she realizes what has just happened to her. She lies still under him, too afraid to move, too hurt to feel anything but shame. After several minutes, the old man finally pulls away from her, a lecherous smile on his face. "Not bad for an old man, right?" he says, chuckling as he starts to redress himself. Scarlett stares at him, too exhausted to even speak, as he gathers his belongings and prepares to leave her alone and violated.