**Empty Train Forced**

The last train rattled through the night, nearly empty except for me and the petite Japanese schoolgirl sitting across the aisle. She looked tiny in her uniform—short pleated skirt, knee-high socks, her fingers nervously clutching the strap of her bag. I took my time watching her, my cock already hard just imagining what I was about to do.

She noticed me staring and turned away, shifting uncomfortably. Too bad for her. I stood up, my steps heavy as I closed the distance between us. Her breath hitched when I loomed over her, blocking her in against the window.

“W-what are you doing?” she whispered, voice trembling.

I smirked, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at me. “What do you think?” I slid my other hand between her thighs, feeling the warmth of her pussy through her panties. She gasped, legs clamping shut instinctively, but I shoved my knee between them, spreading her wider.

“Please… stop,” she whimpered, but her body betrayed her—her clit was already swollen under my fingers, her cunt dampening as I rubbed circles over the thin fabric.

“Such a lying little slut,” I growled, tearing her panties down with one rough tug. She cried out, but the train was too loud, too empty for anyone to hear. I shoved two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she was, her walls fluttering around me. “Look at you—already wet for me. Were you hoping someone would fuck you on the train?”

She shook her head frantically, tears welling in her eyes, but her hips rocked against my hand as I curled my fingers, pressing hard against that sweet spot inside her. A choked moan spilled from her lips as her pussy clenched—fuck, she was close already.

I pulled my fingers out, slick with her arousal, and smeared it over her lips. “Lick it,” I ordered. She hesitated, so I grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her mouth onto my fingers. “Taste how fucking wet you are.”

Her tongue flicked timidly, lapping up her own juices before I yanked her head back. With my free hand, I unbuckled my pants, freeing my cock—hard and thick, already leaking. Her eyes went wide as I pressed the tip against her lips.

“Suck,” I demanded.

She opened her mouth just enough for me to shove inside, my dick hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, tears spilling down her cheeks as I fucked her mouth, her spit dripping down my shaft. I held her there, watching her struggle, her nose brushing against my stomach.

“Good girl,” I mocked, pulling out just long enough for her to gasp for air before thrusting back in. Her throat convulsed around me, her small hands gripping my thighs like she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me deeper.

When I was satisfied, I dragged her up by the waist, flipping her around to face the window. Her tiny body bent easily as I hiked her skirt up, my cock pressing between her ass cheeks. One hand wrapped in her hair, the other guiding my tip to her soaked entrance.

“You don’t get a choice,” I growled, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

She screamed, her tight little cunt gripping me like a vice as I buried myself to the hilt. “Fuck—so tight,” I grunted, already pistoning into her, my hips slamming against her ass with every stroke. Her body shook, her back arching as I fucked her hard, the sound of skin slapping filling the empty train car.

“Please—ah—it’s too much—!” she sobbed, but I only fucked her harder, one hand squeezing her throat just enough to feel her pulse racing under my fingers.

“Shut up and take it,” I snarled, feeling her walls start to clench uncontrollably. “You love this, you filthy little whore. Cum on my cock.”

And she did—her body convulsing as she came with a broken cry, her pussy milking me until I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final brutal thrust, I came deep inside her, hot cum flooding her tight cunt as she whimpered beneath me.

I pulled out slowly, watching my release drip down her thighs before shoving her back into the seat. She collapsed, trembling, her uniform ruined, her face streaked with tears.

I tucked my cock back into my pants, smirking as the train screeched to a halt. “Next time,” I said, “wear shorter skirts.”

Then I stepped off, leaving her there—used, humiliated, and still dripping.