Timestop: The Train Ride Chapter 5 by SKOLL

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are considered 18+, even if a story implies otherwise. I use extreme taboo themes and consider my stories “horror”. I’m really not concerned with story, and I write almost 100% smut. I start most stories with a supernatural, unrealistic scenario. This is always a quick excuse to dive into the question of “What dark shit could I do if I had the power to _?” I write first person, as an evil, perverted, petty man, pushing my writing way past what I would ever do in real life, trying to creep myself out as I write. If you do not enjoy dark themes, this is not for you.In this story, I’m not too worried about realism. My time stop mechanic is basically where the narrator can freeze/paralyze anyone and anything he wants. Everyone mostly just goes limp/unconscious. Gravity still works, bodies still react slightly. How can he do this? I didn’t care, I just started writing. It makes no sense, I know. But let me know if you’d like more!

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CHAPTER 5

After punishing the Bitch for what seems like hours, I’m completely worn out. In reality no time has passed at all. Everyone in the train is still exactly where they were when I froze them. my dick swinging as I walk, I pass by endless people all huddled in their seats still trying to sleep. Lots of grumpy, uncomfortable faces all trying to ignore the bitch that keeps coughing her fucking germs into the same air they breathe. “Don’t worry people, she’s being taken care of.” I smile, enjoying having the train to myself. Any other time, I’d be having fun exploring the other hot women on this train, but my anger towards this one girl, I have to focus it all on her.

I reach the cafe, the smell always so pleasant. Ignoring a few people waiting in line, I climb behind the counter. I make myself some coffee, grab a few beers, some snacks. I dig out some cash from the Bitch’s purse, tossing it all in the tip jar without counting, way more than enough. I sit down and relax for a while in the cafe, regaining my strength for what’s to come, making sure to re-hydrate plenty.

I return a while later, a bit buzzed, comfy and rejuvenated. When I reach our seats, the sight upon approach is just so amazing. After being away, it’s like seeing things for the first time again. A mess of blankets cover the floor in the open space near the back of the car behind our seats. In the aisle lies this pathetic crumpled heap of naked flesh. messed up dark hair, shredded clothing hanging loosely. The girl lays in an awkward position laying on one arm, her legs a bit twisted, head cocked off to the side. I see one tit staring at me, the curve of her naked hips so sensual. Broken and torn apart. My dick hardens.

I go to her bags. God she just has so much shit. I dig through her stuff, finding a few pairs of sturdy jeans. Everything she owns is expensive. Designer clothes. I test their sturdiness and then start tying a pant leg of one of them to one of her ankles. Then the other pair to her other ankle. I leave a pant leg free on each of them, hanging loosely, and then grab one and lift her by it with all my strength. I loop it around one of the horizontal rails up above the seats that keep bags from falling out. I tie it securely and she’s now hanging from an ankle upside down. Still supporting most of her weight, I manage to struggle and get the other leg tied up to the rail across the aisle. I test the sturdiness and decide to reinforce with some more clothes from her bag, tied a little lower around her calves.

Breathing heavily but satisfied, I step back to admire my work. “Fuck that’s amazing.”

She hangs upside down, her legs are spread pretty wide, almost four feet apart. Her little blue socks still on her feet up there. I enjoy the reminder they give me of how perfect this girl was when we started.

Between her long smooth legs, her messy pussy stares at me, about chest-level with me. Short-trimmed pubes plastered down and crusted with cum and god knows what. Her pussy lips red and raw from all my punishment.

A sweaty, sticky sheen covers most of her skin.

Her cute pale green panties are nothing but a waistband around her belly and some strands of green fabric hanging down around it.

Her belly is thin but soft, not very toned, her fair skin so feminine and pure. Light gray strips of fabric barely cling on around her belly, once from her undershirt.

Her black bralette, a thin comfy sports bra thing, no wires or pads or anything, is ripped down the center to expose her small tits, the bottom elastic band and the rest of the fabric on the side and back and shoulders all intact cupping her tits perfectly. Her tits and chest slick with sweat.

Her arms hang limply, showing sexy little armpits, the skin pale, only a hint of some stubble, sweaty like the rest of her.

Her matted dark brown nest of hair falls limply around her face, a bit crusty, part of it plastered to her neck and cheek.

And her face, a complete wreck. Makeup smeared all over, eyes staring blankly out of black racoon smudges. Tears and spit and cum and sweat leaving her nothing like she was in the beginning, barely a resemblance. Disgusting.

Her mouth is closed, but I notice something coming from her lips. I step closer and see my own white cum slowly leaking, bubbling like a nasty foam, out her lips and upside down into her nose and cheeks. “Fucking hell You’re so gross.” I have to laugh, the ungodly sight. But I’m turned on all the same. I did this. And I’m not done yet.

I reach out and feel her up and down, admiring how gravity pulls her flesh the opposite way, her tits hanging slightly, her asscheeks a fun floppiness. Her belly so warm, I hug her tight, kissing and nuzzling her inner thighs. But her skin is sticky with sweat, and the stench. I almost gag, her nasty pussy a foot or so below my face, goddamn it’s awful. Cum and spit and sweat. She can’t be cuddled or kissed.

I step back and slap full force downward with my hand, splatting loudly down on her sticky pussy, some droplets of something flinging off her, her body jolting and swinging slightly. My dick hardens. I hate violence towards women, honestly, I would never do this normally, but this is no woman. She’s just a bitch, garbage, she deserves it. And the wrongness makes it feel so much better.

I punch out, underhand, right in her belly, half force, just enjoying the feeling. I want to bruise, to hurt, but nothing too lasting. Her thighs are more eye-level, I aim and swing a punch full force into one, then the other. Thud, Thud. My cock swells. Slap down on red, raw pussy lips again. Lean down and smack a tit. Punch at thighs. Thud. This is incredible.

I scoot around to her backside. Her ass looks so sweet, a floral pattern of purple and white, little wad of panties stuffed painfully in her asshole. I punch again with all my strength, aiming at thick asscheek. It absorbs the blow better, the feeling so wrong but pleasant on my fist. The squishiness, such delicate, smooth flesh shouldn’t be treated like this. Thud again. And again. I get a little workout in on my sexy punching bag for a few full minutes.

Still behind her, I reach down and grab one of her arms and pull it up, the rest of her still hanging upside down limply. I press my cock on her armpit and pull the arm up tight. This is just about the perfect height for this. I pump slowly in and out, my precum and her sweat plenty to lubricate my motion. The slightest scratchiness from her stubble is almost painful, but I slide in and out anyway. I notice this was the armpit I bit into earlier, breaking the skin, leaving teeth marks and a bit of blood. I get even harder.

I slap her ass with a free hand, then increase my pace fucking her armpit, holding her tight and thrusting in the slick crease of her arm. A soft sticky sound as my dick pokes out the front side. I look around and watch it poking out again and again. shifting her sideboob out of the way each time.

I’m rock solid but want to change things up. I move around to the front of her again and crouch down a bit to be level with her mouth. I grab her head with both hands and lift her up to my cock, her messy hair still so soft and sexy. I have to hold her jaw open the whole time, against gravity, thrusting straight into her open face hole. Her mouth slick with old cum and spit, lubricating perfectly, the depravity of it all turning me on even more.

Slightly crouched with my feet far apart, I’m in a great stance for plowing her with all my power. I hold her jaw open with both thumbs, hands on either side of her head, and I thrust deeply, bottoming out, pushing past the tight throat opening, straight down into esophagus. I grunt and sigh, the feeling so amazing. Warm and wet.

A gurgling sound emits from deep within her for a few seconds, air being forced around with spit and cum in there. The smell coming from her cunt close to my face is so disgusting, but I’m too turned on to care. I thrust as hard and as fast as I can, putting my whole body into this power stance. Cum and drool pours out of her face around my cock as I churn everything up, leaking into her nose, on her face, into her hair.

I look at her gaping cunt spread out in front of me, stinking. Red and raw from abuse, the skin tight and worn. I get an idea and suddenly pull away from her, cock plopping free of throat. I go to her bags. It doesn’t take me long, I knew she’d have a bunch of good smelling products. I find some lotion, something fancy, expensive, that smells like fruit and flowers. Wow, this shit actually smells amazing. I go back to her and start lathering her up a bit around her pussy. I notice how red my punches have made her, and I give her another slap for good measure.