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In this story, I'm not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn't care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you'd like more!
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CHAPTER 6
The Final Chapter
After I clean myself up in the restroom sink, I go relax for a while, grabbing another drink from the cafe and sitting at a table there for a bit. This has been great, but I think it's time to wrap things up with this bitch. She's becoming nastier and nastier, and I kind of can't wait to start time again and really see the full results of my actions.
I return and the smell of piss is the first thing that hits me. I laugh and shake my head at how ridiculous this is. Right where I left her, the Bitch is a heap of used flesh, sopping wet with piss, atop her own luggage. Blankets on the floor, a bunch of her many bags stacked up to make a big platform, the top one a big travel suitcase, open with tons of her expensive designer clothes. All soaked with my piss, with her on top, tits up. Her torso is sunken down into the bag a bit. Her head and arms spill over and down the sides grotesquely, dark brown hair flowing along the bags and floor below. Her legs are crudely strapped up with bag straps, bent at the knees, spread wide like she's ready for the gynecologist.
My dick stirs at the sight and smell. "Damn what have I done to you?" I smile.
I flop the Bitch off the bags, down face first onto a big blanket on the floor, careful to keep all the nasty fluids contained and off the floor. After all, I don't want to sit next to piss the rest of the train ride when I'm done later. Taking my time, I start cleaning everything up, moving her bags and blankets and stuff to the big handicap restroom at the other end of the train. It takes several long trips back and forth, but eventually all that remains is her on the single blanket.
I bring my mask and a hoodie from my bag. I'll need to conceal my face soon.
I then pick up the ends and start sliding her, using the blanket as a sled. I slowly drag her past all the people in their seats frozen in time. All the people she had been terrorizing this whole trip. With her mask off, coughing, clearly sick. Getting all her germs in the air that everyone 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 area you're not supposed to enjoy so much, a dirty place, a private place. Deep teeth marks right in the middle of one of them, from my vicious biting. The faintest bit of dark stubble, wet with slobber and sweat and piss. Pale soft skin, whiter than anywhere else on her body, although she's fair-skinned all over.
Thin belly so soft and delicate. Strips of light gray fabric, soaked dark gray now, are all that remains of her undershirt, barely clinging onto her midsection. It had been a simple, tight, thin tank top, so fun to rip to shreds. It adds such a ravaged look to her.
Her panties are just as shredded. The elastic band around the top is the only thing clinging on around her thick hips. Pale green strips of ripped fabric hang loosely down from it, damp with piss and other fluids.
Her thighs have been so much fun, thicker than her thin frame would suggest, smooth and soft. Her legs were once covered by tight dark gray "jogger" sweatpants, teasingly tight against her asscrack. Underneath, she was so well-groomed, clearly always shaving carefully, always using such sweet expensive lotions. Now red and battered from punishment. finger marks all over from me gripping so brutally. A deep bite mark on the tender inner thigh.
Her pussy is worn with extreme use. Skin raw and red. Dark pubes, once so nice and neat, trimmed tastefully short, well groomed. Now caked with all sorts of fluids and slime. Her pussy lips stretched, hanging a bit lower than they had. Her clit red and swollen. Her pussy hole gaping open, loosened with brutal pounding and fisting. Her cervix inside, god I wonder how much damage it endured, how well her womb will ever work again. A string of grool hangs down, dripping out of her cunt toward the floor. In fact she has slime coating most of her inner thigh, down one leg, dripping off her bare foot.
Her cute little feet. One still has a sweet little fuzzy blue sock on it. A reminder of how nice she looked in the beginning. The other was torn off. Her toenails nicely painted white, but covered in slimy fluid dripped down from her cunt above.
I go find her missing sock in one of her bags. It's soggy and drenched with piss. I laugh, wad it up in my hand, and go grab the Bitch by her hair. I wrench her head back, her mouth slack and open a bit from gravity. I clear my throat and spit in her mouth. I shove the piss-soaked sock in and spit again in her face. My cock is so hard now.
Then I go find some more socks and a couple pairs of panties from her bags. Some of them wet from piss too. I shove in sock, then panties, two more socks. as much as I can fit in her mouth, making sure she's stuffed tight, jaw forced wide.
Then I go to her bags and find a pair of black stretchy yoga pants. These were once probably so sexy on her. Now they drip my piss onto the floor. I go wrap it around her mouth, tying it as tight as possible in the back, holding all the socks and panties in her mouth. Lastly I find her mask, a simple black fabric with loops that go over ears. "Was this really that hard to wear?" I jerk my cock with it for a minute, getting myself fully erect, precum all over the inside of her mask. I put it on her mouth over the yoga pants gag.
She looks kind of like a bdsm ninja, arms and legs up in some jumping pose, black mask over face. I swing my leg back then kick forward, kicking her right in the pussy. Thud. A cunt punt. I watch as some old cum leaks out of her widely-spread pussy, dripping on the floor.
She's at the perfect height for me to stand and fuck her. I put on my mask and hoodie with hood up, concealing myself as best I can. I grab my cock, step forward, and shove straight into her. I sigh. That familiar warmth, wet walls gripping me, so perfect. She's still a bit gaped open from all the abuse earlier.
I stay like this, savoring the stillness one last time. My dick pulsing, my heart racing in anticipation. One hand underneath her, handful of a damp asscheek, holding her in place in preparation. My other hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of her nasty hair, holding her head up looking directly at me inches from my face.
"Are you ready for this?" I ask her. No reply, she has no idea what's about to happen.
I focus my mind... and finally unfreeze time, and the sounds and motion of the moving train erupts again.
Her brown eyes immediately shift from staring blankly at nothing, to staring deep into my eyes inches away from her. Her pupils shrink, her eyelids shoot wide open in absolute terror as a thousand feelings start hitting her all at once.
Her pussy is surprisingly the first thing to come to life, a split second before everything else, before she truly reacts to everything. The walls that were loosely wrapped around my cock suddenly retract tightly, recoiling like a vice grip on my dick, trying to force me out. The feeling is unlike anything I've felt, I actually bite my lip from the sudden pain. But it's such a turn on, actually feeling her insides react to all her abuse.
Her lungs suddenly gasp, a sharp inhale of shocked breath, an inadvertent reaction to the feelings starting to hit her. But with the breath, she sucks in all sorts of fluids left sitting in her ravaged mouth and throat. I hear the deepest, more disturbing GURRRRRGLE as her raspy intake of air is completely fucked up and obscured.
She makes more guttural sounds, clearly choking on all the cum, spit, and blood in her esophagus. Her eyes twitch as she stares in utter horror and disbelief into my eyes. Her whole body starts writhing and thrashing. I hold her asscheek tight to keep her plunged on my cock, and my other hand grips her shaking head up by the hair.
The pain from her pussy vice gripping my cock starts to ease as I feel violent spasms from her vaginal muscles. she's losing all bodily function. The feeling is so stimulating I worry I might cum without even moving my cock. I feel jizz I had left in her pussy from before start to ooze out from all sides around my cock.
Her thrashing intensifies throughout her whole body, both involuntary spasming mixed with genuine pathetic attempts to escape her bindings. The shaking movement forces about a full inch of rapid movement on my cock, in and out, as I just try to hold her still while buried balls deep in her. I don't move at all, but her spasms feel as if I was jacking off as fast as my hand can move. It's insane, and I find myself just holding my breath to endure it, smiling under my mask.
And then she cums. The hours and hours of sexual stimulation all over her body, all of it built up and unfelt, until this moment. Still choking, unable to breathe, she just shakes violently, a deep involuntary moan comes from her vocal chords. Her cervix shifts inside her, my tip feeling it press and then contract. Her vagina tightens, then goes slack, then tightens. Contractions. Fluid gushes out of her, all around my cock. Splattering loudly all over the floor. She shakes and moans like a dying animal. A strong sensual musk of fresh pussy fluid fills the air.
She's still unable to breathe from her first gurgling intake of fluids. I hold her by the hair, watching her convulse, trying to cough and scream at the same time, windpipe completely clogged up, unable to comprehend all the extreme pain and sensations all at once. Her eyes stop looking into mine and roll back in her head, her convulsing slowing. "You're not passing out are you?"
I pull her asscheek away from me a couple inches, sliding my throbbing cock out a bit, then drive it back to me as hard as I can, plunging into her, hitting cervix in the back of her pussy with one hateful thrust. This snaps her eyes back open momentarily, tear-filled brown irises intensely staring into mine, trying to understand this hell she's been thrust into. She still gurgles and convulses, unable to breath. Her pussy goes slack around my cock, her eyes roll back again, her shaking stops.
"Fucking bitch, wake the fuck up." I let go of her hair and let her head flop down to hang at her chest. I hug her around the small of the back to hold her in place on my cock, then take my other hand and rear back with a fist. I punch, underhand, with all my strength, once, twice, THUD THUD, right into her belly. I feel jizz and fluids squeezing out from her pussy onto my pubes and balls. She's still out. I pull my cock out, point my fingers, and thrust up into her, quickly balling up into a fist within her, punching up her loose, relaxed vagina, sloppy with slime and grool, a disgusting fart sound as she queefs from the air being pushed in. She jolts back to life, her whole body bursting into motion.
Her pussy wakes up and clamps down around my hand painfully. Her head shoots upward, staring directly at me again. And she lets out a guttural, animalistic scream, muffled by all the piss-soaked socks and panties in her mouth. With her scream she starts to vomit. She goes completely cross eyed, her stomach and back lurch and twist above my fist. I quickly take my free hand and grab her nose through her mask, clamping it shut underneath. Just an intense explosion of vomit underneath her mask, all completely held in her mouth by all the gagging cloth. Retching sound after retching sound, and she's choking on it because it's all held in tight. "You better fucking swallow," I laugh.
She struggles against my hand holding her nose, thrashing her head around. So I unclench the fist of my other hand, still buried in her pussy, and wrench it out hard, her vagina almost feeling like it will turn inside out to follow my hand. Her breath inhales, puking ceased for a split second from the intense pain. The pause is long enough for me to get both hands on her face to hold her steady, hold her nose shut. "Swallow!" She coughs and struggles and writhes against me, and starts to gulp down her vomit, the only way out of this situation. "That's a good girl."
I can smell the puke a bit, the pungent sour smell seeping through my mask, a turn off. Still holding her nose shut, I slap her face with the other hand violently. "Suck it all down you dumb bitch." She keeps retching and gagging and coughing up more in between struggled gulps.
Her vomiting starting to subside, I can finally let go, letting her head flop around in agony freely. Not wanting my dick to go too soft from that smell, I go to enter her again for stimulation. I look down and grab my cock, and see some blood leaking out from her pussy. Nothing too serious though. I shrug. It lubes her up a little better, helping my cock back in despite her pussy clenching tight trying to keep me out. She's struggling and I can't get in. I slap her face again, then her tit. Then grab a little nipple and crank on it, twisting without mercy. She inhales sharply and lets out a gurgling squeal in pain, distracting her long enough to plunge in again. I sigh in relief, the warm plunge so inviting and perfect. Sloppy flapping queef sounds squeak out of her through the first several thrusts.
I thrust in and out steadily, not too fast, still enjoying the crazy show in front of me. I hold both her soggy asscheeks from underneath, pulling her into me, onto my cock as I stand completely still. Splick Splick Splick. There's so much liquid in her, she's just filled with disgusting slime of all sorts at this point. Not enough friction, so I pick up the pace.
She screams and sobs in agony and horror, her head shaking back and forth, still unable to comprehend her situation. Her feet trying to kick but just dangling and wiggling up and down harmlessly, legs held wide at the knees. Her arms keep twisting and trying to lift her up. Nowhere to go, just hanging from the ceiling with her wrists bound tightly together.
I keep thrusting in as I grab hold of her little kicking feet. One has a cute little fuzzy blue sock on still, the other is bare and sweaty, with nice shiny white painted toes.
I reach up and feel up and down her sweaty armpits. A hint of dark stubble, the skin pale and soft. I hug her around the midsection tightly and rub my masked face up and down her armpit as she struggles and squeals and thrashes around. I plunge my cock in and out, in and out, Splat splat splat. I move my hands and face over to her sweaty bare tits, petite little handfuls, ripped open bra still hugging them from bottom and sides, keeping them perky and pointing into my face as I hump her relentlessly. I rub into them behind my mask, vocally pretending to motorboat, laughing as she squeals. She twists and contorts as much as she can, trying to get away.
Splat splat splat. "Damn I think I'm gonna cum soon. Is that ok? Can I cum in your pussy?" She squeals a muffled scream even louder, violently thrashing about and shaking her head.
I hold her right above the ass with one hand, forcing my cock in all the way and holding her there, then I pull back my other hand and punch her square in the face. Right in her cheek under the eye. Thud. Pretty hard but not enough to break anything. She screams then whimpers, turning her head as far away as possible. My dick throbs within her. I pinch a handful of armpit, twisting the flesh brutally, her head twisting back my way, Thud, punch right in the forehead. Slap hard on her tit. My dick swells and pulses. Five more slaps rapidly on the tits. Thud, punch in the eye again.
She starts to convulse and wretch again, about to puke. I reach up with both hands and grip her around the throat. My solid cock still twitching inside her, ready to explode whenever I let it. I squeeze her throat as I feel her trying to vomit. I don't let her. I bring her head face to face with me, staring in those pretty bloodshot brown eyes, black makeup completely smeared around her face, mixed with blood, sweat, and god knows what.
"No more puking. No more noise from this stupid throat. No more fucking coughing!"
I squeeze her throat, brutally shaking my hands front to back as I do it. Strangling the life out of her. My cock twitching, begging to go off, but I hold back. She stops retching, and I watch her eyes lose focus and start to roll back again, her throat going soft, no longer about to puke. So I release my grip, put both hands around her hips, grab handfuls of sweet, wet asscheeks, and start thrusting my cock in and out of her, full blast, smashing against her cervix at the back violently.
She gasps breath in, jerking back to life. She stares cross eyed at me, and groans in agony. I feel warmth splash out at my crotch, soaking my pubes and balls, and down my legs. She pisses, completely losing all bodily function, her head swaying around loosely from my thrusting. Splashing and trickling sounds. A sharp foul smell of hot piss filling my nose. My cock is about to burst.
I hear a gurgling sound coming from her, surprising me out of my climax momentarily. I realize it comes from her belly, her bowels. "Oh my fucking god You're trying to shit aren't you?" She limply flops around from my thrusts, not responding, unable to control anything, on the verge of passing out again. Still holding her asscheeks, I pull them apart, give them a few slaps, swirl them, just teasing the fact that her asshole is completely blocked up with way too much fabric, multiple pairs of panties. I poke at the wad of purple panties just barely poking out from her dirty shithole. "You stupid cunt, keep that in there," I laugh, poking and prodding it roughly. Slapping her ass as her bowels moan.
Close to cumming, I drive into her as hard and as fast as possible, holding onto her sweet asscheeks hard, the perfect leverage. Savagely trying to destroy whatever is left of her. Her piss still spurts out a bit with each thrust, her pussy splatting and sloppy with her own urine being thrust up into her. It mixes and swirls with old cum and blood and her own slimy insides. A soft whimpering and gurgling sound coming from her mouth as she has no control over anything, completely wasted and ruined. I slam and stab into her, violating her cervix, her helpless womb. Sloshsloshsloshsloshsloshsloshsloshslosh, sweat and piss and juices flying in every direction as our flesh splashes together.
Before releasing, I quickly pull out, a steady stream of piss and grool sloppily pouring out of her pussy, splashing on the floor. I move around her, stand on the toilet right behind her, viciously grab a fistful of brown hair and wrench her head back so she's level with my dick, staring directly up at me. I jerk off over her face. Her eyes crossed, barely conscious. Pussy still unable to hold in its contents, trickling loudly on the floor.
I release straight onto her, grunting like an animal. I hold her head back hard, cranking her neck painfully, making her look up at me, as I cum on her face. I spurt jet after jet, caking her black mask with my white jizz, then touching cock straight to her dazed, open eye, coating her eyeball. She starts to blink and focus, coming back to reality, starting to realize what's happening. She starts screaming, muffled in her mask, eyes shut tight, jizz inside them and all over her stupid face. Between grunts of ecstasy, "There, now you're as ugly on the outside as you were on the inside." I splat my wet cock down on her forehead. "Everything matches your personality now." She sobs and mumbles stupidly beneath her cum-covered mask. "And you'll wear your fucking mask now? Good girl."
I stand here looking down at her from atop the toilet for another minute, letting my breathing slow, enjoying the sight, enjoying her struggle and sob, my dick resting on her forehead. I feel an urge coming, and relax, my dick softening and oozing out the last bits of jizz onto her tightly shut eyes. I let go and start pissing on her. Warm pee running across her masked face. Washing away some of the jizz. Running down her face and neck and hair. Between her tits, over belly, down into pubes and pussy. I sigh, the feeling just incredible. Trickling sounds splashing on the floor below.
I step down to enjoy my work one last time. Walking around to the front of her again, I focus my mind and stop time. The rumbling train stops. Silence again.
"I don't even know your name." I look the Bitch up and down. Damn what a sight. Drenched with my piss and cum, spit and sweat. Clothes ripped to shreds. Pussy and asshole wrecked. Blood, teeth marks. Fair perfect skin, now red and bruised. She doesn't even resemble that bitchy Italian-looking girl, that Instagram model, that perfect little college girl. She's broken. I smile, finally satisfied.
I untie all her restraints and leave her on the floor of the restroom, still gagged, her cunt dripping. I wash myself up thoroughly in the sink. Making sure all the Bitch's stuff is in there with her, I leave and shut the door behind me.
I head back to my seat. Everyone still sits there huddled in their seats on the dimly lit night train, still trying to sleep. I sit in my seat and resume time again. The rumble of the train erupts around me. No one stirs. No one seems to have noticed either of us missing. Nothing much has changed. Except for one thing. The Bitch is no longer in her seat. No longer terrorizing everyone. No longer coughing.
We later hear an announcement about making sure all passengers clean up after themselves after using the restrooms. The Bitch never came back to her seat. probably cleaned herself up and left the train on the next stop. probably never told anyone what happened. Nothing ever came of it.
I sleep the rest of the trip in peace. -->
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