Title: A Night

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By: Oneheavyhand@hotmail.com

Keywords: Rape

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	The roar of the train preceded the oily wind as it speed down
the track. Few people ventured out so late, fewer still in the
dim lights of the Arlington station. Soon the homeless would fill
the station, their smell permeating the air until run out a half
hour before the first train ran. And where pray lay so soon would
the predators roam, the men and women who took perverse pleasure
in the plight of the down and mad.

	The ticker changed as the lone woman stood watching, the
flashing LED's beside her stop first ten then fifteen. Even the
pacing that echoed her footsteps through the cavernous room
couldn't warm her legs. The night was cool, almost too cold to
have worn the faux leather skirt and tight woolen blouse. For
once the knowledge that others were caught out in the night
wouldn't comfort her, the only other sole in sight a single man
waiting patiently across the tracks.

	Another train and the man was gone to find the warmth of his
wife and children. A shame she thought as she tried to remember
what he had looked like. He might have been a fun one, not too
old to have lost all his stamina nor so young as to think himself
beyond pleasing his lady. It had been a long time since she had
been with a man like that, a man that knew both how to treat her.
The one she was going to meet was far from one of those men, but
a girl had to pay the rent.

	"Ten minutes!" She sighed as she looked up once more at the
overhead sign, her head continuing back as something heavy
crashed into her. Something hot covered her body, salty blood
filling her lips as she struggled to push it off. And then panic
set in as she rolled beneath the weight to find a man’s face only
an inch above her own. The screams echoed off the stone walls to
be cut short by the onrush of air forced from her lungs. The pain
of a fist still pressed deep in her stomach mixing with the fear
of what she knew she could not stop.

	Cold air raced up her legs, a warm hand bringing bumps behind.
Her skirts now little more than a thin pad between her and the
concrete below. The man’s breath stunk of stale beer, his lips
tasting of the pork and cheese he'd dined on that night. She
shook her head side to side to keep his lips from hers, his mouth
like a leach finding the soft skin of her unprotected neck.

	Silent tears filled the woman’s eyes, the man’s stiff dick
forcing its way past the folds of her pussy. Her defenses broken
she lay with heavy breath, the memories of yet another man being
etched upon her mind with every thrust of his powerful hips. Her
body rocked the skin pulled taunt across her back and butt, the
man groaning in pleasure as his fingers dig into the supple flesh
of her breast.

	Warmth fills the night, pain a memory. A woman steps alone onto
the last train of the evening, trails of unwanted seed running
down her inner thigh. The smell of sex fresh on her skin, the
look of relief only just found falling. Hands black as night
reaching through the light to pull her to the floor. Her bloody
lips forced apart, her tongue held down by heavy weight.

	The sound of skin upon skin fills the car, her cries for mercy
cut short by the thrusts of the boy before her. Her body no
longer her own she closes her eyes and remembers the day. She
blocks out the boy lifting her ass, the thrusts of his cock as he
fills her seed soaked depths with his teenage prick. Twice then
thrice she feels the warmth of a boy as one after another take
pleasure within her warm grip. Searing flame caressing the skin,
her bowels invaded. A piercing iron rammed with abandon, muscles
stretched wide.

	The sound of laughter fills the night, the smell of sex trailing
like perfume. A woman climbs alone to the top of the stairs with
key in hand. A glass of wine soon sits beside the bubble filled
bath. No soap so strong as to wash away her night at work.

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