Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 6

... shares. I drag her like some gross walk of shame. Her head bumps into seats and feet and bags along the way.

We reach the restroom finally. The handicap ones are bigger than the others, so there's plenty of room to work with. I leave her in the doorway as I set up a few things. I find the pants and shirts of hers I had used before to hang her by the bag rails in the aisle. I wrap one around each of her knees separately. And then tie her wrists together above her head. Leaving slack on all of them so I can attach to other things. I lift her limp mess of a body. God she smells awful. Piss, cum , sweat. She used to smell like dessert. Vanilla, fruit. I laugh and shake my head.

I roughly plop her down sitting on the toilet, then lift her arms by the straps holding both wrists together. I lift and pull, a real struggle to lift all her dead weight, finding a sturdy pipe at the ceiling, tying her up by it. She hangs with feet just barely touching the floor, arms completely stretched above her head, chin limp on her chest, her bare tits pressed together, perky, brushing against me as I work. My dick twitches. Almost done.

I take her legs one at a time and tie the knee straps to handicap rails on either side of her. They’re high and far apart enough to spread her perfectly. Her thighs parallel with the floor, bent at the knees, feet hanging limply straight down. I make sure everything is in the restroom with us, close and lock the door. I step back and admire my ...

... handiwork.

Her wavy dark brown Italian hair was once done up in a "bird's nest" sexy hairdo on top of her head. It lays caked with dried fluids across half her face, half soaked with my piss.

Her entire body glistening with piss, damp with sweat. What little clothing still hangs on her is soaked darker. Everything battered and worn.

Her face droops looking down at the floor. Once beautiful, like some Instagram girl, like some Kardashian wannabe with resting-bitch-face, a look of conceit and narcissism. now unrecognizable. Her makeup is smudged like some horror movie, streaming down her face. Cheeks red and bruised from abuse. A bit of dried blood around her nostrils. Cum and drool leak out of her mouth in this hanging position, down her chin and onto her breasts below.

Those breasts, wow. Even damp with piss, drool, cum, she's still so erotic. In the beginning, she had been modestly covered in an expensive white knit sweater. Now her small tits fully exposed. With her arms tightly pressed straight up, her tits are held up and together a bit. Pert and perky. Her little nipples staring straight at me, light brown little areolas so delicious. Skin red and bruised with abuse. Her black bralette ripped open in the front, but the back and shoulder straps still intact, the bottom elastic band holds her little tits up, the sides press them together a bit. A bit of side boob poking lewdly out from the black fabric. The crease between tits and armpit, so perfect.

Those armpits. An ...