“That’s what we call your destination for the first task”, Tyler said. “A train?” Paige asked. Stupid girl, she thought, you can see it’s a train, can’t you? “A train”, Tyler confirmed. “Your task is easy. I’ll drive you to the closest station, you’re gonna get on this train. We’ve put a camera in the third coach, make sure you’re in the right one, frontwards. Then we’ll be able to see you. When you’re done doing the task, Ava is gonna pick you up on the next station.” “And what is this task exactly?” Paige asked. “I’m glad you asked”, Ava replied from the couch. “Like I already told you, it’s not the toughest one you’re gonna do. It’s like… A warm-up. You’re gonna have sex in that train.” Paige closed her eyes and thought. “I was afraid of that”, she said. “Don’t worry”, Tyler picked up again, “you’re gonna have sex with yourself. Alone. I’ll explain the rest on the road. Come on, to the car!”
Paige felt strange. She realized that wasn’t weird, a few hours ago, she just finished her big party and now she was kidnapped, on the way to a train, where she would finger herself so her two kidnappers could have a good time, but it was something else that made her feel strange. She didn’t exactly know what it was, or how, but she started feeling pretty comfortable sitting in the car next to Tyler. Tyler, on his turn, noticed Paige being less afraid of him than the last time they were in this car together, and asked: “So, Paige, how do you feel about your first task?” Paige thought for a few moments, and answered: “Well… I think you and Ava are sick people, and I don’t wanna do it. But hey, a gun pointed at my back means a lot, so I will do it.” “Good”, Tyler replied. “I’m sure that within a few tasks, we don’t even need the gun any more. I’m sure that somehow you will like everything we want you to do.” Both silenced for a few minutes. When the car drove off the highway to the train station, Tyler started talking again. “Ok, here’s some rules. Rule number one: you’re gonna pick the next train, here’s your ticket. One station ahead, you get out, Ava is waiting for you there. I’ll be driving back to our home after I left you here, when I get back and see you’re not doing what we want, you’re in trouble.”
Paige shivered, but Tyler didn’t seem to notice and kept talking. “Rule number two: don’t be seen. Not on purpose, that is. We know damn sure there’s moment in a train you can’t hide a thing, so when you get caught, so be it. But try not to! And rule number three, the most important one: you have to come. Sit still!” Tyler searched into the glove compartment and took out a small device. He parked the car in front of the train, pulled a piece of paper off the device and patched it onto Paige’s neck. “This will make us know whether you had a real orgasm or you faked it”, he said. “Put on the scarf. Here’s your ticket. Train leaves in three minutes. You’ve got 30 minutes to the next station. Go!” Paige stepped out of the vehicle, which immediately drove away. She heard the speaker say her train was about to leave, so she ran towards the right platform, went up the stairs and jumped into the train. Seconds later, the doors closed and the train started driving.
Third coach, this was it. She tried to spot the camera, but apperently it was hidden quite well. Paige took place in an empty block of four seats. She noticed there were six other people in the coach, all by themselves. She sat for about a minute, thinking about the task. Less then 30 minutes. She knew that she just needed a couple of minutes to reach an orgasm by her own, but that was when she was alone, lying on her bed, naked, fantasizing about all dirty stuff she was too afraid of trying to do. But this was different. A moving train coach, several people around her, clothed, and knowing she was being watched. Well, she thought to herself, the only way to get out of this situation is to actually do whatever Tyler and Ava told her to. Gently, she slipped her right arm down her inner thighs, wasting no time and immediately touching her crotch through her pants. She felt excited, luckily. Paige decided to get comfortable. She opened her jacket and unbuttoned the tight, ripped jeans. If someone would look at her, they would now see her boobs jumping out of her shirt and her white panties above the edge of her pants.
She slipped her hand into the jeans. A shiver went through her whole body, something she always had when she first touched herself. Over 10 minutes had now past, and Paige knew she had something just over 15 minutes left. She wouldn’t be able to get really turned on, she realized. Paige closed her eyes for a moment, and slided her hand into her white panties. With her middle finger, she started circling around. Now she felt really aroused, with her hand getting wet as the perfect prove of that. She checked the clock in the train: Just 10 minutes. She didn’t have much time, so she slided her middle finger into herself. Normally, she could do this for minutes and minutes, but not now. She added her ring finger and started moving in and out of herself faster and faster, each time deeper than the last one. 5 minutes, and counting. She needed to hurry! Her left hand grabbed her boobs, while her right hand kept entering her body. Screw it, she thought, I can’t risk not to come. The risk of getting caught is easier to take. She closed her eyes and fantasized she was laying on her bed, watching the lesbian dvd her friends gave her for her birthday, as a joke. That was the trigger, finally she was getting close to coming. Three more minutes, and she was so close. Just a few more ins and outs and she would be there. One, two, three, four, five, there it came. Her body shocked, a last shiver went through her body, her breath caught. She had just had an orgasm in a moving train. Quickly, now, button up the pants again, she thought. People were already starting to pick up their stuff to leave the train. Just in time, Paige was fully dressed up again, stood up and walked out of the train. She walked off the station, and saw Ava standing there, waving at her.
To be continued…
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