Between Two Worlds

Arrived at the train station still in my court suit. I'd reapplied lipstick twice in the toilets, checked my pearls, adjusted my seamed holdup stockings.

Platform 8. The 9:45 to Millbridge South, half empty this late on a Thursday. I spotted them through the window in Carriage C, back section. Cal sprawled across two seats, Jack standing, Chloe leaning against the window checking her nails.

I stepped on and the doors closed behind me with that pressurised hiss. Locked in.

'Thought you might bottle it,' Chloe said. 'Right, jacket and heels off.'

'What, here?'

'Train's moving. No one's coming down here.' She nodded at Jack. 'Block the door.'

Jack stood with his back to us, arms folded, watching the aisle. Cal moved in on me with things in his hands - plastic, white, heavy duty cable ties.

'Arms up.'

I lifted my arms and he grabbed my wrists, pulling them high above my head and looping them around the metal luggage rail. I heard the sound.Zzzzip.Then another.Zzzzip.

Thick industrial cable ties cutting into my wrists immediately. I was strung up, stockinged toes barely touching the floor, hovering.

'Legs apart.'

He kicked my feet wide, used two more ties to bind my ankles to the metal legs of the seats on either side of the aisle. I was crucified in the middle of the carriage, displayed.

Chloe stepped forward with scissors, the cold steel against my neck.

'Don't need this.'

She cut and my blouse fell open. Another snip and my bra snapped, expensive black lace falling to the floor. My breasts tumbled out, heavy, exposed. She cut the waistband of my skirt and it dropped to my ankles, then hooked the scissors into my knickers and cut them away too.

'There we go,' Cal said, watching.

I hung there naked except for the stockings. The train lurched over points and I swung helpless, wrists burning.

Jack glanced back over his shoulder and his eyes went straight to my body. He turned round properly.

'Cold in here,' he said.

It was. The carriage air conditioning hummed and my skin prickled, goosebumps rising, nipples tightening in the chill.

'I'll get it on film,' Chloe laughed, phone already up. 'All of it.'

Jack came closer and reached out to grab my breast. Just grabbed it, his hand warm and rough. He squeezed, kneaded it.

'Fuckin' hell,' he muttered.

Cal laughed from his seat. 'Told you.'

Jack's other hand went to my thigh, fingers digging in, then ran up the back of my leg till he found the seam of my stocking.

'These are quality,' he said. Not to me. To Cal.

He was still groping my breast with no technique to it, just squeezing, feeling the weight of it. Each time his hand moved over my nipple I felt it between my legs.

Then he leaned in and put his mouth on me, sucked hard. I gasped and he pulled back, did it again - wet and messy.

'Careful,' Chloe said. 'Don't mark her up yet.'

He switched to the other breast, same thing. Grabbing, sucking, his hand sliding down to grab my arse - rough and greedy.

His hands kept moving, grabbing different bits of me, unable to settle. My tits, my arse, back to my tits. He squeezed my nipple, fuck.

'She likes it,' he said, grinning.

'Course she does,' Cal said. 'That's why she's here.'

Jack's hand slid between my legs with no preamble, just straight there, fingers pushing into me.

'Fuck, she's soaking.'

'Told you,' Chloe said. 'Slut gets off on it.'

He fingered me standing there, clumsy but enthusiastic, his mouth back on my breast, sucking and biting while his fingers worked. I was making noises I couldn't control, the cable ties cutting into my wrists as I tried to move.

'Alright, enough,' Chloe snapped. 'She's not here for you to play with all night.'

Jack stepped back, wiping his hand on his joggers. Chloe moved in close. 'She's sensitive here,' she said, and flicked my nipple. Vicious.

I jerked against the ties. 'Please...'

'Please what? You know why you're here.'

She pulled something from her pocket - metal clamps, the kind with chains connecting them.

'Now open your gob.'

I did. Cal shoved a ball gag in and buckled it tight behind my head. My jaw ached immediately, mouth filled with rubber, drool starting to run.

Chloe leaned in and the metal was freezing against my skin. She caught the left nipple, squeezed.Click.

I screamed into the gag, muffled and desperate. The pain was white hot.

She did the other one.Click.

Tears came immediately. The weight of the chain dragged them down and every time the train moved, the chain swung, tugged. Constant sharp agony.

'Look at her,' Jack said, laughing. 'Proper kinky slag.'

'Yeah, let's see how kinky she is,' Chloe said. 'Cal.'

Cal produced the wand - white head, battery pack. I knew what it was and tried to twist away but the ties held me fast.

He pressed it against my clit and turned it on, high setting immediately.

My hips jerked. I couldn't help it. The vibration slammed into me, too strong, too fast, and my body reacted, wetness flooding out, coating the plastic.

Chloe watched my face, laughing. She reached out and flicked the chain connecting my nipples.

The pain mixed with the pleasure, wired my brain wrong. Sharp burn up top, relentless buzzing below. I screamed into the gag, thrashing against the ties. The plastic cut my wrists but I didn't care.

'Don't let her come yet.'

He pulled the wand back an inch, just teasing the lips. I was sobbing, desperate for it, desperate for it to stop, desperate for release.

'Look at her beggin' for it,' Cal said. 'Posh cow can't even help herself.'

'Now,' Chloe said. 'Full power.'

He jammed it back, ground it in.

I broke. My body convulsed, thighs clamping as much as the ties allowed, and the orgasm ripped through me. Screaming into the ball gag, snot and tears running down my face. My nipples burned. Everything shook.

They didn't stop.

I was coming down, sensitive, raw, and he kept the wand there.

'No,' I tried to say through the gag. 'Mmmph!'

'Again,' Chloe said.

'Let's make her come till she pisses herself,' Cal laughed.

'Please...'

'Again.'

She pulled the chain hard.

The second one hit me - not pleasure, just intensity, overload. My brain went white. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, just shaking, drooling, suspended by my wrists while they forced it out of me. My legs gave out and all my weight was on the cable ties, cutting off circulation.

'Keep going.'

'How many can she do?'

'Let's find out.'

Three. Four. Five. I lost count. The sensations blurred together - pain and pleasure and pain again. I was just a body, just nerves, a shivering, weeping mess hanging in the aisle, coming over and over while they laughed.

My thighs were slick and the floor beneath me wet. I couldn't stop shaking.

'Alright, my turn,' Jack said.

He was already pulling his joggers down, cock hard. Cal laughed from his seat.

'Called it,' Jack said. 'I called dibs when we got on.'

And absurdly, in the back of my mind, I thought that's probably fair. He'd been all over me first. He'd earned it.

Cal cut one ankle tie, then the other, but kept hold of my legs. Spread them wide, one foot braced against the seat base on either side of the aisle. I was still hanging by my wrists, suspended, legs forced apart.

Jack moved between them. I felt the head of his cock against me. Then he slammed inside with one brutal stroke.

I tried to scream but the gag muffled it. The sound came out desperate, garbled. Drool ran down my chin.

'Fuck yes,' he grunted.

He didn't build up to it. Just started fucking me hard, gripping my hips so tight I knew there'd be bruises tomorrow. Each thrust knocked the air out of my lungs. My wrists burned against the cable ties, taking all my weight as he pounded into me.

'Look at her,' Chloe said, filming. 'Posh slag loves it.'

The nipple clamps swung with each thrust, pulling, sending sharp bursts of pain through me. I was making noises I couldn't control through the gag - muffled grunts, whimpers, desperate sounds.

Jack was nineteen and he fucked like it. Fast, rough, no finesse. Just pure need. His fingers dug into my skin.

'Tight,' he panted. 'So fuckin' tight.'

Cal was watching, wanking slowly. 'Give it to her proper.'

Jack changed angle, went deeper. I cried out into the gag and he did it again. Found what made me react and exploited it. My body clenched around him.

'That's it,' he said. 'Feel that. Feel me fucking you.'

I did. God, I did. Felt every inch of him. The train rocked over points and it drove him deeper. My legs were shaking, muscles burning from being held spread.

'Gonna come,' Jack grunted. 'Gonna fill this posh cunt.'

'Do it,' Cal said.

Jack slammed in deep and held there. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the heat of it. He groaned, fingers bruising my hips as he emptied himself.

'Fucking bitch,' he panted. 'You. Fucking. Bitch.'

He pulled out and Cal was already there, cock in hand.

'My turn.'

Cal didn't wait. Pushed straight into me while I was still full of Jack's cum. The slide was obscene, wet, filthy.

'Sloppy seconds,' he laughed. 'But I don't give a fuck.'

He fucked me differently. Slower but harder. Each thrust deliberate. Making me feel it.

'This what you wanted?' he said. 'Getting fucked on a train by estate boys?'

I tried to answer through the gag. 'Mmmmph.' Nodding desperately.

'Can't hear you, slut.'

I nodded harder, drool running down my neck onto my breasts.

'Whore.'

'Mmmph.' Yes. God, yes.

The names didn't bother me. They blamed me and I accepted it. Accepted all of it. This was my fault. My choice. My need.

Cal grabbed the nipple chain and pulled. The pain shot through me and I came again, clenching around his cock, screaming into the gag.

'Fuck,' Cal grunted. Thrust twice more and came inside me. Added his load to Jack's.

When he pulled out I was dripping. Cum running down my thighs. I hung there, wrecked, unable to hold myself up anymore.

Station lights flashed past. We slowed. Eastwater Sidings.

'Cut her down.'

Cal sliced the wrist ties and I dropped to the floor, catching myself on bruised knees. He cut the ankle ties.

'Clean yourself up,' Chloe said. She sounded bored now. 'Train's stopping.'

They gathered their things. The clamps were removed and the rush of blood back was worse than the pinch. I curled into a ball on the sticky floor, clutching my torn clothes.

The train stopped. Doors opened.

They stepped off. Chloe paused and looked back at me lying there amongst the ruins of my suit.

'See you next week, Sophie.'

They walked away.

I stayed on the floor, found my ruined clothes, put them on over raw, red skin. My nipples were purple, swollen twice their size, throbbing in time with my heart.

I made it to a seat just as the train moved off and sat there shivering, dignity gone, body broken. I touched my breast through the torn blouse and winced.

Richard was en route to Singapore. Thomas at school.

The automated announcement.

This train will shortly arrive at Millbridge South. Millbridge South, your next station stop.

I got off and walked through the station like this - the ticket barriers, the taxi rank. Drove home while my nipples and cunt throbbed with every heartbeat.

Up the hill to Millbridge Rise. My converted Victorian mill, expensive, overlooking the river. Below, across the water, I could see The Lanes. Terraced roofs. Streetlights. Where they lived.