Humiliation on the tube

I pulled the thin cotton coat closer, yet it gave little warmth against the cold as my hardened nipples brushed the lining of the coat, it was a cold October day and I was walking along the dirty London street with just five items of clothing: each shoe each stocking counted as one item, leaving me with just the coat to offer protection. It was minimal not only was it a thin spring coat finishing just above the knee, but it had a long split at the back which ended at the waist. I knew that every step I took would give strangers the chance to glimpse my naked arse. The heels were high, forcing me to totter towards my destination a tube station where at least it would be warmer. It was Thursday the rush hour was in full swing, the tubes would be packed with commuters aiming to get home as quickly as possible but I was to take the long journey round the circle line to return to the station where He would be waiting for me.

The rush of warm air was a welcome relief from the cold which had began to chill me so much I was shivering, the coat billowed alarmingly and for a moment I was completely exposed especially to the line of people ascending, I tried to avoid their gaze, but one businessman smiled at me in a way that left me in no doubt that he had seen my naked slit. I felt my face redden and my pussy twitch, my Master knew this would happen.

I put the ticket through the gates and walked through it was all I had on me, no money, purse, lipstick, just shoes, stockings and coat, I grabbed the ticket from the slot and made my way down the second escalator to the platform below, the escalator was packed; I was completely surrounded by strangers who bumped into me, I could feel something hitting the back of my legs from the person behind me, it was opening the slit of the coat slightly from the feel he was using the corner of his briefcase to open the split. I tried to shift slightly but he moved with me, I suspected he could see the tops of my stockings he must have been wondering what I was doing, wearing nothing else underneath. I felt him follow me as I headed to the lift being pulled along with the crowd, like a fish following a stream. We reached the lift once in the crowd was really pressing against me, there was no where to go, on every side people were touching me unaware that the thin material was all that was between them and my naked skin. To my alarm I began to feel the moistness between my legs grow. I knew there was nothing to soak it up and soon it would be dribbling down my legs. I could smell myself too, sure that others would be able to. I was a slut, loved the humiliation of being so exposed in a group of strangers.

I was aware of something slowly working its way between the fold of the coat, then I felt a cool hand brush the back of my leg. I could not turn round, the crowds were pressing so close. The hand pinched my inner thigh, just above the stocking top; I bit my lip hard to stop myself from crying out. The hand moved to the other thigh and as I had been ordered I shifted slightly to open my legs and allow the stranger access. The pinch was harder this time, they must have realised I would not cry out, because it was closely followed by another pinch. This made my pussy drip even more, the smell was so strong in the enclosed space it was obscene. I noticed a woman was holding her nose and trying to shift away from me, others were looking around trying to identify the source. I averted my eyes, would that give me away even more I wondered?

The hand began to move higher, finding my soaked lips, the pinching continued although he was having trouble getting a grip on the slippery skin. I could feel him leaning into me, his breath hot on the back of my neck, I wanted to turn round and see who it was, but at the same time I did not want to look into his eyes when he knew how wet I was, what a slut I was, allowing a stranger to fondle me.
The lift slowed the hand was removed and I felt its loss, the slut I was. I left the lift being pulled along by the crowd, I took a brief glance behind me but saw lots of businessmen any one of them could have been groping me.

The crowd thinned near the platform and I was able to find a less crowded spot waiting for the train to arrive, I was pleased to be free from the confines of the lift, my arousal had been so apparent to everyone in the confined space that I had felt deeply ashamed, which in turned me on even more. I was nothing but a wonton slut, opening my legs and allowing anyone to finger me, access to me, to use me as they wished. I felt the first dribble run along my thigh, at least the stockings would soak up the dribble, but I was squirming, when we reached the confines of the carriage my perfume would once again fill the air, people would look at me and know, they would despise me, think of me as a whore, see me for the slut I am.

The train pulled in and I joined the crowds again, once aboard I felt the crush of people around me, I grasped the dangling leather strap, thinking of the many leather cuffs and devices that usually kept me bound or displayed, it seemed a familiar item a symbol of dominance in such a vanilla setting. Once again I was aware of hot breath on the back of my neck, and I recognised the slight cologne of the person in the lift he must have been following me.

Pressing close, I felt his arm close around me finding the gap between the buttons of the coat; he slipped his hand inside to grasp the nipple of my left breast. I gasped at the ferocity of the pinch holding my breath as the pressure continued knowing that the worse moment of pain would come with the release. The train swayed slightly, but his grasp held firm he began to twist the nipple and I feared my silence would be broken as the torment continued. Suddenly the pain shot through me as the nipple was released only for the hand to grasp the breast, squeezing hard and pulling the breast so far away from my body I thought it might come away. The man standing in front of me was at right angles reading his newspaper, I must have gasped because he looked up suddenly and caught my eye, I could see he knew what was happening. His eyes were cold, as if he were assessing a piece of meat, trying to gauge its worth. He raised his eyebrow slowly stepping closer bringing his hand through the front of the coat to find my wet pussy while he turned his back on the crowd. I remained wedged between the two men, while the train swayed on, the second man was gentler, he massaged my slit, slowly finding my clit and brushing it softly with his smooth fingers, all the time maintaining his stare and laughing slightly when I had to break his gaze and look at the floor, humiliated at my lust and desire. Another hand from the seat began to explore and feel my bottom, stroking it softly.

“Get off at the next stop” the man behind whispered in my ear I nodded briefly agreeing following directions that had been clearly stated at the start of the task. I was to obey and allow anyone to have me. I saw a look pass between the man in front and I knew that both men intended to use me.
As the station approached the hands withdrew but the man behind kept his hand at the small of my back as a way of directing me off the train and steering me towards the illuminated sign that read ‘Toilet’. I wondered if anyone else noticed I was being steered towards the gents but this was London no one really looked at anyone. I heard the train pull away just as we reached the door.
I had never been inside a gents public toilet before the tiled squalid surroundings made me think of a prison cell, there were two urinals and one stall. I headed towards the stall but was caught and held back by my hair. The man who had stood behind me pulled me into him tugging my hair so hard that my neck was stretched back uncomfortably. With the other hand he slowly undid the buttons of my coat until it was fully open. The second man then pulled it open roughly thrusting it past my shoulders until was hooked round my elbows and I stood exposed before the strangers in just my stockings and high heels.

‘Well, what do we have here all ready for action then slut?’ I remained silent, as I had been instructed.
The first man kept a tight hold on my hair while he slowly explored my arse, fondling the globes pinching and pulling at them. While the second man grasped my tits one in each hand and pulled them towards him so hard that I arched my back trying to release the pressure.

‘Look at how she is offering herself the dirty slut’ the second man said releasing my left tit and delivering a slap directly to my pussy. The force made my knees buckle but the first man held me steady so that the second man could repeat the process, stepping between my legs to hold me open slap after slap so that I found I eventually cried out. He grinned at me then stepping away pleased he had pushed me so far knew that I was disappointed to have broken my silence. He delivered a few more slaps the noise changing tone as my pussy grew wetter echoing round the sordid toilet, I concentrated on keeping my legs open while my whole body wanted to curl up and escape their torment, but the masochist in me wanted more.

Suddenly I was released and propelled forward with so much force I ended up on all fours on the hard cold floor, my coat was taken off me roughly pulling my arms backward my face falling onto the cold tiles, my tits crushed against the dirty tiled floor. I was pulled back onto all fours my arse was slapped hard sending shudders of desire through me filling the air with my scent, the blows continued the slaps stinging my skin. I looked down at the dirty floor but the second man grasped me by the chin and forced me to look up only to see a hard cock inches from my face. He held my chin and delivered a couple of slaps on my cheek somehow timing it so that it fell between the blows on my ass.
‘Open your mouth, you dirty slut’ his voice was harsh, his breath laboured each word punctuated by a slap. I opened my mouth wide but the slaps continued
‘Wider’ I tried to open wider; the muscles in my jaw protesting while the slaps persisted
‘Poke out your tongue’ I did as I was asked, tasting blood as my teeth caught the side of my mouth as another slap fell.

‘Poke it out further, slut’ he slapped me again and I forced my tongue as far as it would go my jaw was protesting at being held open so far but I ignored the pain.
‘You will take it up the arse, slut’ the first man said, ‘because you are a horny bitch and I am not here to pleasure you’ I felt him pulling my ass cheeks apart; heard him spit feeling it hit my hole.
‘Beg to suck my cock’ the second man said as the slaps stopped for a moment my cheek was on fire.
‘Please ..’ a blow hit my other cheek the words lost
‘Keep your mouth open and your tongue out while you beg, whore’ once again the face slaps punctuated each word.

With my tongue out I begged, my words indistinguishable, I asked permission to suck his cock, begging the first man to use my worthless arse, to tear me open, to fuck me like a whore. They did not tire of asking me to say the most humiliating things, while still holding out my tongue, gurgling noises were adding to the humiliation. At least the slapping ceased for a moment. All the time the second man’s cock was rubbed against my face, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, while the first man fingered my ass, adding fingers and opening me wider. I was also aware of my empty gaping pussy, my desire to come growing as their rough treatment continued.

Eventually the second man began to stroke my hair, gathering it in his fist getting a good grasp pushing his cock into my mouth and then holding my head so that his cock reached my throat. I felt my stomach turn, waiting to breathe until the lack of air meant I began to panic. I felt my eyes begin to run, while he kept his cock in place, I struggled, opening my mouth wider to get air. Suddenly he pulled out enough for me to take a huge gulp, my stomach churned again and I felt the choke come out, causing a lot of drool and my eyes watered. The second man laughed.

I felt the first mans cock pressing against my arsehole, despite my desire to obey, I felt fearful, I did not know how big this cock was or how wide it would stretch me. I felt a sharp pain as the head began to push me open which became a burning sensation as the trust continued until suddenly my arse gave way and allowed the cock access. He remained where he was for a moment, slapping my cheek again.
The second man pushed his cock back in my mouth until I found I was rocked between the two men as each withdrew I was pushed onto the other. The first man thrusting hard and pushing me forward onto the second man’s cock, then pulling me back impaling me on his cock, using my hips as a leverage point. All the time they were calling me a whore, slut, bitch. What a dirty bitch I was how much they could smell how much I was turned on that I deserved to be fucked and raped coming onto the tube dressed as I was.

I felt something hit my back, it felt like a whip, but I realised it must be a belt of some sort, the blows driving me on, until I felt my orgasm building and my legs shaking. The man behind me pulled me hard onto his cock and held me as he let out a groan and I felt his come splash my colon, while the second guy pushed his cock to the back of my throat, holding it so that my lungs felt they would burst. The cum hit my throat, causing me to cough as I took a much needed breath when he withdrew, the coughing causing my eyes to water even more, as I lay on the cold dirty floor, rolling to gather my breath.
When the coughing fit was over, I opened my eyes to see a shoe inches from my nose.

‘stay where you belong, you dirty bitch’ the words came above me, and I felt the slow drip of something hit my hair. As the drips became a flow I realised the guys were pissing on me, my hair was wet, I knew I still had to ride home, stinking of piss on top of come. The humiliation drove my desire deeper and I pushed my pussy into the floor hoping the floor would be enough to help me to come.

‘Did you have permission to come’ the words were a reminder that orgasms were not mine to enjoy that being a slave meant my pleasure was denied. I stayed still, desperately desiring to come yet, that very denial put me in my place and made me hornier than ever.

‘Keep your nose to the floor and count to fifty after you hear the door close’ the order came from the first man and I heard the guys wash their hands as if scrubbing any residue of me from their cocks. I remained still, my nose pressed to the floor, feeling the chill spread through the whole of my front, my tits cooling together with the welts I could feel on my back. I counted after the door shut, staying put, just in case only one man had left. After the count I sat up, enjoying the soothing coolness on my reddened arse cheeks. I was tempted to take myself to orgasm but the need to obey was stronger, punishment would be worse and I knew I would confess the moment I returned to my Master. I retrieved my coat, which had dirty footprints on it, buttoning up only two of the five buttons as instructed. There was no mirror to check my appearance but I was sure I looked a mess, my face felt tight, the tears had left tracks and I am sure my mascara had run because I was not allowed to use waterproof mascara. My lipstick must be smeared too, because my mouth felt sticky, not to mention the wet hair. I would have used some toilet paper to dry it slightly, but there was none in the stall.
I made my way out of the toilet feeling very conspicuous, my fears worsened when I caught the look of disgust in several women’s faces as they moved away from me. They must think me some cheap prostitute how right they were except I never profited. There were men around me I could not see the second man, the first man could have been any of them as I had not seen him at all.

The advantage of smelling of piss throughout the second part of the journey meant that I was given a wide berth, I held the leather strap keeping my head bowed and my eyes to the floor, feeling degraded and debased, the crowds gradually dispersed so that in the end the carriage was nearly empty.
‘What have we here?’ the words came from behind, I turned to see four youths making their way towards me in the empty carriage. ‘show us your tits, sweetheart’ one of them leered, but was surprised when I began to unbutton my coat to follow his instructions. They all let out a gasp of surprise when they saw my nakedness under my coat, and quickly the four youths surrounded me. I was groped by all four as they pulled and prodded my body all the while I remained holding onto the strap above me, allowing them access. The fingers began to explore my pussy and my arse, my nipples were bitten until I cried out in pain. Eventually, I was impaled front and back as the youths took what they wanted, all the while complaining they could smell piss on me. They assumed I was drunk, far to gone to put in a complaint, when the first two had finished the other two took it in turns one pushing me over the seat to take me from behind, the other forcing me on my knees to take his cock down my throat. When they had all come, they left me kneeling in the carriage and departed from the train. It was past rush hour now, no-one was heading into central London at this time so I rode the last few stops alone. I felt so humiliated, debased and abused it made me so desperate to come, I was again tempted to masturbate on the empty train but my desire for obedience was stronger. I knew my place, I was not entitled to an orgasm, pleasure was not mine to take.

Eventually I was back where my journey began, nearly three hours after I had began.
I reached the exit and put my hand in my pocket for my ticket only to discover it was missing. The guard approached me with a look of satisfaction spreading across his face as he led me to his office and pulling down the blinds as soon as he entered thrusting me into a chair in his small office. I could smell his coffee sitting on his desk, a radio crackled in another corner, while a black and white monitor showed the stream of passengers making their way through the gates.

His uniform did not fit him well, the shirt was bulging round his stomach, he was enjoying having me in his power, clearly deciding I was a prostitute so open to sexual favours. His terms were clear, if I did not give a satisfactory blow job he would have to get his supervisor and vice would be called. I got onto my knees between his legs and used my teeth to pull down his fly. His cock was semi hard, he was struggling with the smell of piss, but seemed to want the blow job anyway, I took his cock into my mouth, running my tongue around the head. He leaned back in the chair, mainly to get away from the smell but probably to usher up his favourite fantasy. It took a good twenty minutes; he would get close only to hold back, obviously making the most of his power. My jaw was aching but I continued, eventually deep throating him and pressing my nose into his groin, so that he could not hold back any longer. I held his cum in my mouth as he had directed, opening wide and holding out my tongue so he could see it. Satisfied he ordered me to swallow it all, and then pushed me away so that he could stand up and do up his flies. Sated, he wanted rid of me as soon as he could, forcing me through the barrier. As I reached the top of the tube station I felt the cold chill freeze the wetness of my pussy.

My Master was waiting in the car just as he said he would be, he rolled down the window and told me that I was too disgusting to get in his car handing me a ticket to take a bus home. I watched his car slowly depart; as the chill air froze my wet hair I turned and began to walk the dirty streets to the bus stop, my coat flapping in the wind.