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it.
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Copyright � 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit 
without the written permission of the author.  This 
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

The Subway Ride

By
Norm DePloom

Jacquie was, as usual reading as she rode the crowded 
subway.  Holding onto the support that dangled from 
the roof of the car with her left hand, and with her 
book in her right hand Jacquie was concentrating on 
not noticing the crowed of humanity around her.  When 
the hand touched her, she didn't give it too much 
thought, she moved away as an automatic response.  As 
she moved away from the offending hand, Jacquie bumped 
into another person who leaned toward her, forcing her 
back to where she had been when she felt the hand.  
All of this happened without Jacquie taking her eyes 
from the paperback book in her hand.  The second time 
the hand touched, and distinctly caressed, her fanny 
Jacquie looked up from her reading prepared to say 
something to the pervert who was groping her and move 
to another part of the car.  

"Shhh," a man said as Jacquie looked up into his face.  
Jacquie found it very uncomfortable to find a strange 
man standing so close to her.  As she lowered her book 
the man took a step closer.  Jacquie's breasts were 
almost touching the man's chest. 

"Don't say a word," he said softly as he reached up 
and placed his hand over hers on the overhead 
handhold.

"Wh..."

"Shhh," the man said again, Jacquie felt a sharp point 
pressing against her belly, "be quite and you won't be 
hurt."  Jacquie looked down and saw the point of a 
switchblade pushing against her stomach.  She gasped 
involuntarily when she felt the back of her skirt 
raised, and the man standing behind her slip both of 
his hands inside the top of her panties.  She 
swallowed several times as his hands massaged her butt 
cheeks.  

"No, oh god no," Jacquie whispered as the men on each 
side of her slipped a hand under her blouse and, 
working in unison, pulled her bra up off her breasts.  
They then began to pinch and twist her nipples.  

"Shhh," the man standing in front of Jacquie reminded 
her.  She could no longer feel the knifepoint against 
her skin, but was sure it was close by.  Still holding 
her hand to the handhold over her head, the man facing 
Jacquie lifted the front of her skirt and, with the 
help of the man behind her, slipped her panties 
halfway down her trembling thighs.  Although tears 
rolled down Jacquie's cheeks, and her face burned with 
humiliation and impotent rage, her body spasmed, and 
she felt a bolt of pleasure, like white heat, course 
through her when, as he searched for the opening to 
her pussy, the man's finger moved over her clitoris.  
As his fingers began to push into her cunt, Jacquie 
looked around, searching for someone to help her.  
Only then did Jacquie realize how thoroughly trapped 
she was by these men.  In addition to the four men, 
one on each side fondling her breasts, one in front 
forcing a finger into her, and the one behind her 
caressing her fanny, there was another group of men 
encircling the five of them.  This outer ring blocked 
the view of onlookers and kept anyone else from 
interfering with Jacquie's public ravishing.  

"Shhh," the man warned once again as his finger sank 
deep into Jacquie.  Maybe all they'll do is finger me, 
Jacquie thought as she felt her panties being cut 
away.  Oh god they couldn't do more than that on the 
subway, they couldn't.  Releasing her abused nipples, 
the man on each side of Jacquie slipped an arm around 
her waist to support her.  Then, slipping their other 
hands between her legs, they pulled Jacquie's legs up 
and apart.    

Jacquie felt, more than heard the trousers of the man 
in front of her being unzipped.  With the man behind 
her supporting her butt, Jacquie felt the head of the 
man she was facing's hard cock press against her pussy 
lips.

"No," she whispered, not daring to speak loud enough 
to be heard above the general roar of steel wheels on 
the steel tracks, electric motors and the 
conversations of her fellow subway passengers, "oh god 
please don't."

"Shhh," he said again, as he brushed hair out of 
Jacquie's eyes with a gesture that would be 
interpreted by anyone viewing it to be an act of 
gentle concern from a loving friend.  As the train 
jerked, preparing to stop at a station, the man 
slipped his hard cock completely into Jacquie.  
Jacquie moaned, almost too loudly as an unexpected 
wave of orgasmic pleasure accompanied the penetration.  
The men held Jacquie impaled motionless on the 
invading cock while passengers came and went around 
them.  Jacquie's body began to tremble with 
expectation as she enjoyed that particular feeling of 
fullness and completeness that only a hard cock inside 
a wet cunt can provide.  It was a feeling that Jacquie 
had not experienced in the months since she had broken 
up with her boyfriend.  It was a feeling that neither 
fingers, nor vibrators could counterfeit, and only 
now, after this rapist had forced himself inside her, 
did Jacquie realize how much she missed it.  

As the train moved out of the station the cock inside 
her began to move in time with the swaying and jerking 
of the car.  Jacquie pulled her hand down from the 
handhold and cupped it over her mouth.  No longer 
afraid of the knife, Jacquie did not want to attract 
the attention of the other people in the car with what 
threatened to be very loud screams of orgasmic 
fulfillment.  


  
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