Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 5 by SKOLL
Discover the thrilling and seductive journey in 'Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 5' by SKOLL. Join the characters as they navigate passion and desire, exploring erotic experiences that will leave you breathless. Dive into this captivating erotic sex story that pushes boundaries and ignites fantasy. Read now!<br/>
Villain freezes a college girl on a train during the pandemic to give her extreme punishment.
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DISCLAIMERS
In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That’s the POINT. This is HORROR.
This is more PORN than PLOT.
All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
KINKS / WARNINGS
-Disgusting bodily fluids de***********ions, bad smells, etc
-Non-con / sadism / violence
-Extreme pissing
-Blood
-Punching
-Armpit and foot fetish
-Fisting
-Queefing
-Squirting
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CHAPTER 5
After punishing the Bitch for what seems like hours, I’m completely worn out. In reality no time has passed at all. Everyone in the train is still exactly where they were when I froze them. my dick swinging as I walk, I pass by endless people all huddled in their seats still trying to sleep. Lots of grumpy, uncomfortable faces all trying to ignore the bitch that keeps coughing her fucking germs into the same air they breathe. “Don’t worry people, she’s being taken care of.” I smile, enjoying having the train to myself. Any other time, I’d be having fun exploring the other hot women on this train, but my anger towards this one girl, I have to focus it all on her.
I reach the cafe, the smell always so pleasant. Ignoring a few people waiting in line, I climb behind the counter. I make myself some coffee, grab a few beers, some snacks. I dig out some cash from the Bitch’s purse, tossing it all in the tip jar without counting, way more than enough. I sit down and relax for a while in the cafe, regaining my strength for what’s to come, making sure to re-hydrate plenty.
I return a while later, a bit buzzed, comfy and rejuvenated. When I reach our seats, the sight upon approach is just so amazing. After being away, it’s like seeing things for the first time again. A mess of blankets cover the floor in the open space near the back of the car behind our seats. In the aisle lies this pathetic crumpled heap of naked flesh. messed up dark hair, shredded clothing hanging loosely. The girl lays in an awkward position laying on one arm, her legs a bit twisted, head cocked off to the side. I see one tit staring at me, the curve of her naked hips so sensual. Broken and torn apart. My dick hardens.
I go to her bags. God she just has so much shit. I dig through her stuff, finding a few pairs of sturdy jeans. Everything she owns is expensive. Designer clothes. I test their sturdiness and then start tying a pant leg of one of them to one of her ankles. Then the other pair to her other ankle. I leave a pant leg free on each of them, hanging loosely, and then grab one and lift her by it with all my strength. I loop it around one of the horizontal rails up above the seats that keep bags from falling out. I tie it securely and she’s now hanging from an ankle upside down. Still supporting most of her weight, I manage to struggle and get the other leg tied up to the rail across the aisle. I test the sturdiness and decide to reinforce with some more clothes from her bag, tied a little lower around her calves.
Breathing heavily but satisfied, I step back to admire my work. “Fuck that’s amazing.”
She hangs upside down, her legs are spread pretty wide, almost four feet apart. Her little blue socks still on her feet up there. I enjoy the reminder they give me of how perfect this girl was when we started.
Between her long smooth legs, her messy pussy stares at me, about chest-level with me. Short-trimmed pubes plastered down and crusted with cum and god knows what. Her pussy lips red and raw from all my punishment.
A sweaty, sticky sheen covers most of her skin.
Her cute pale green panties are nothing but a waistband around her belly and some strands of green fabric hanging down around it.
Her belly is thin but soft, not very toned, her fair skin so feminine and pure. Light gray strips of fabric barely cling on around her belly, once from her undershirt.
Her black bralette, a thin comfy sports bra thing, no wires or pads or anything, is ripped down the center to expose her small tits, the bottom elastic band and the rest of the fabric on the side and back and shoulders all intact cupping her tits perfectly. Her tits and chest slick with sweat.
Her arms hang limply, showing sexy little armpits, the skin pale, only a hint of some stubble, sweaty like the rest of her.
Her matted dark brown nest of hair falls limply around her face, a bit crusty, part of it plastered to her neck and cheek.
And her face, a complete wreck. Makeup smeared all over, eyes staring blankly out of black racoon smudges. Tears and spit and cum and sweat leaving her nothing like she was in the beginning, barely a resemblance. Disgusting.
Her mouth is closed, but I notice something coming from her lips. I step closer and see my own white cum slowly leaking, bubbling like a nasty foam, out her lips and upside down into her nose and cheeks. “Fucking hell You’re so gross.” I have to laugh, the ungodly sight. But I’m turned on all the same. I did this. And I’m not done yet.
I reach out and feel her up and down, admiring how gravity pulls her flesh the opposite way, her tits hanging slightly, her asscheeks a fun floppiness. Her belly so warm, I hug her tight, kissing and nuzzling her inner thighs. But her skin is sticky with sweat, and the stench. I almost gag, her nasty pussy a foot or so below my face, goddamn it’s awful. Cum and spit and sweat. She can’t be cuddled or kissed.
I step back and slap full force downward with my hand, splatting loudly down on her sticky pussy, some droplets of something flinging off her, her body jolting and swinging slightly. My dick hardens. I hate violence towards women, honestly, I would never do this normally, but this is no woman. She’s just a bitch, garbage, she deserves it. And the wrongness makes it feel so much better.
I punch out, underhand, right in her belly, half force, just enjoying the feeling. I want to bruise, to hurt, but nothing too lasting. Her thighs are more eye-level, I aim and swing a punch full force into one, then the other. Thud, Thud. My cock swells. Slap down on red, raw pussy lips again. Lean down and smack a tit. Punch at thighs. Thud. This is incredible.
I scoot around to her backside. Her ass looks so sweet, a floral pattern of purple and white, little wad of panties stuffed painfully in her asshole. I punch again with all my strength, aiming at thick asscheek. It absorbs the blow better, the feeling so wrong but pleasant on my fist. The squishiness, such delicate, smooth flesh shouldn’t be treated like this. Thud again. And again. I get a little workout in on my sexy punching bag for a few full minutes.