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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