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Introduction:

The idea of a device that gives a person power over another being used for sexual purposes is not new. Here's my little effort to add to the genre. This story involves rape/non-consensual sex; this is a work of fiction and the author does not in any way condone such practices in real life. If you object to such stories, please don't read. If you appreciate that this is just a fantasy, I hope you enjoy this little story.

I felt the stirrings in my crotch as soon as she stepped on the train. Young, probably early twenties, fit, and stacked; she was a wet dream come to life – and she knew it. Her short skirt covered only the first half dozen inches of her smooth, tanned legs. No jewelry distracted from the bare expanse of her chest or the upper curve of her breasts and the deep cleavage above the snug, low-cut tank top. The lace bra peeking over tank’s neckline strained to contain her firm D breasts, doing little to hide the hard knobs of her nipples. Turning slightly she gave me the chance to confirm that her ass was as round and tight as her bust. Tight was also what my jeans were feeling as my cock responded predictably to the stimulation the girl was providing.

Once I would have suffered frustration, just as all the other men I could see watching her from their seats on the train. That was before the box. Now that I had the box there were things I could do about my urges, I could give free reign to the sexual predator hidden inside me. Reaching into my pocket, I pressed the switch.

Time stopped; for the rest of the world, that is, except for me.

Standing, I carefully edged around the other passengers (no need to disturb anyone I didn’t intend to) until I was right behind the little cock-tease. Reaching around her I cupped her firm breasts in my hands. Oh, they felt sweet! The bulge in my crotch pressed into the small of her back as I let my hands explore those beautiful mounds. She didn’t move a muscle as I did; the time freeze the box created meant she wasn’t even aware of what I was doing to her. Afterwards, yes, she would feel the full impact of her violation all in the instant I switched off the machine, but I would be sitting innocently in my seat, ten feet away when that happened.

I’d had enough of the middle school fooling around; gripping the edge of her bra I pulled it and the tank down until her gorgeous breasts popped out, fully exposed to my groping hands. And grope they did, rubbing and kneading, and tweaking the raspberry knobs of her nipples. Some anomaly in the time-freeze that I didn’t understand allowed autonomous physical responses to happen even when everything else remained frozen. Such responses that happened were delayed, and dampened, but happen they did. The hardening of the girl's nipples under my fingers provided proof - had I been searching for any.



Holding her close to my chest with one hand on her bare boobs, my other hand dove under the waistband of her short skirt, and the lacy thong underneath. My searching fingers found their way over her shaved mound to the lips between her legs. Probing the upper edge of the slit, they found the hard knob of her clit, and set to work. Soon I could feel the heat rise in her neck where my cheek was pressed against her (more autonomous responses), and not long after the juices began to flow in her crotch. When I felt that, my fingers reached for the lower end of her slit, plunging into her moist vagina.

Still, I could only reach so far in this position, so I pulled my hand away, stepping away slightly. Now it was easy to unzip her skirt and slide it down to her ankles, together with the thong. For a while I let my hands resume their work, one now reaching deep into her exposed pussy while the other worked over her swelling clit. But finally I could wait no more; the needs of my own crotch had to be addressed.

It took only moments to unbuckle, unzip and pull my pants and boxers down to liberate my now rock hard cock. It took a little more than that to position the girl so I could get a good angle of attack. Ultimately, though, I succeeded in finding the balance, as I always did, and slid my straining cock into her unsuspecting pussy. It felt so good! For a moment I stood there, buried to the hilt in girl flesh, savoring the sensations enveloping my manhood. But only for a moment; then I fucked her good. Long, hard, and fast, I fucked that little cock tease, using her firm tits as handles to pull her onto my cock. And all the while she was still completely unaware. Rape – that’s what it was, pure and simple. But I had long since gotten past the guilt I felt the first few times. Now I felt nothing – nothing beyond the physical pleasure of the sex – they were there for the taking, I could take them – without consequence – so I did.

Soon enough, too soon, I reached the limit of my stamina. Thrusting again, as deep as I could, I let myself cum; squirting my hot seed deep into her cunt. When I was done, I cleaned myself up first, using her tank to wipe both our juices from my cock and fingers. Then I put myself away, and began to work on her, pulling the lace thong back over her hips – although I doubted the flimsy fabric would fully halt the flow of fluids from her sex. Next I straightened her skirt back where it had been, and tucked her tits back into her bra – indulging in a few final gropes as I did. When I had her clothes all squared away, I spent several minutes repositioning her exactly the way she had been before I started.

Then I returned to my seat. I had just raped a young woman silly, in full view of a train full of witnesses – but nobody was remotely aware that anything had happened. I switched off the box.

Ahh! She cried, as the heat of her arousal flooded through her in an instant. Her nipples visibly hardened further and she trembled with near orgasm caused by the sudden sensations – when from her perspective – an instant before she had been standing normally in the train car. A look of panic swept her face as she quickly looked around her, but nobody was within two feet of her, even in the fairly full car. Another heartbeat and another realization hit her; her hand when to her crotch and her eyes went wide. Looking down she caught sight of the milky liquid now becoming visible below the hem of her short skirt as it dripped down the inside of her thigh.

This was the difficult part; hiding the bulge in my pants as watching her distress brought me to a fresh arousal. As the tears started rolling down her cheeks, I smiled. Yes, I’m a sick, twisted pervert, and a unequivocal predator – and I like it this way.

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