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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Boxcar
Author: Trio
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Boxcar
Sam looked around at the familiar landscape that had been her home for twenty-one years. The small town had never offered much in the way of excitement, and after her mother's death, the weight of her father's expectations had grown too heavy to bear. She had tried to fill her mother's shoes, to keep the house running and the farm afloat, but it wasn't the life she wanted.
The wind picked up speed, sending a chill through her bones as she stood on the outskirts of town. She tightened her grip on the duffel bag slung over her shoulder, feeling the weight of her meagre possessions. Above, the sky was a canvas of fading blues and pinks, the last kiss of sunset of a fine summers day.
“Hey baby, you need a ride?" The voice was unexpected, and she whirled around to find the source. A sleek black car idled next to her, the engine purring gently. A man in a leather jacket leaned out of the car door, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Sam took a step back, her heart racing. "No, thanks," she replied, her voice shakier than she wanted it to be. "I'm just waiting for someone."
The man looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on the duffel bag. He took a drag of his cigarette and blew out a plume of smoke. "Looks like you're going somewhere. I can take you." His smile was more of a sneer, and the tension in the air grew thick.
Sam hesitated, her mind racing. The train tracks behind her loomed, promising freedom but also the big unknown. She hadn't anticipated this kind of encounter so soon. A train started to leave, the rumble growing louder. She made her decision and sprinted for the tracks.
Her sneakers crunched on the gravel as she approached the train. The goods train moved slowly through the junction. She found a boxcar with an open door. She didn't pause to think; she threw her bag inside and leaped. The cars jolted, it start the move faster, just as her hands gripped the metal rung, and she swung her leg up. For a terrifying moment, she dangled, her feet kicking at the air.
"Hang on!" The voice was firm and urgent. A pair of hands reached out from the shadows, grabbing her arm and hoisting her inside. She landed hard on the cold, metal floor, her breath knocked out of her. The car was dark, filled with boxes and crates. The man who'd helped her was clean-shaven, wearing clothes that were too nice for a train-hopper.
"Thanks," Sam gasped, catching her breath and rubbing her bruised side. She grabbed her bag with both hands and took a step back from the stranger. The man straightened up and took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one with a silver lighter. The flame cast an eerie glow on his face, revealing a sharp jawline and piercing eyes that studied her intently.
An hour or two later, the train crawled along the mountain pass, the engine's whistle echoing through the night as it climbed the steep track. Inside the boxcar, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of excitement and tension.
Sam lay on her back, naked and exposed, the coarse ropes digging into her wrists as she was secured to a metal railing of the back wall. The man's hips moved in a steady rhythm, his erection plunging deep inside her. She felt the cold cardboard box beneath her, the roughness of the ropes against her skin, and the heat of his body pressing against her. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the air as he claimed her, his grip firm and unyielding.
Her face was tear-stained, a silent testament to the battle she'd lost. She'd thought she could handle this, that she could keep her dignity intact, but the pain was too much. Each thrust brought forth a fresh wave of tears, mixing with the sweat and grime that covered her. She bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle her sobs. The taste of blood filled her mouth, but she didn't dare make a sound that might encourage him further.
This was the third time he was going to come inside her tonight. Each time, the pain was a fresh assault, the violation a stark reminder of her powerlessness. Sam's body was a battlefield, bruised and ravaged by his relentless pursuit of pleasure.
He grunted, his pace increased, and she knew what was coming. The feeling of his climax filled her with disgust, a hot, sticky mess that she could never wash away. She felt him tense, his grip tightening on her wrists as he thrust one last time, burying himself to the hilt. The ropes cut deeper into her skin as she tried to pull away, but she was trapped, bound and helpless beneath his weight.
With a final, triumphant groan, he withdrew, leaving her feeling empty and degraded. He stepped back, breathing heavily, and she could see the grin on his face, even in the darkness. He looked at her, a twisted sense of pride shining in his eyes, as if he'd conquered some great beast.
Sam's chest heaved as she drew in deep, shuddering breaths. She watch him pull on his clothes, each movement deliberate and taunting. His eyes still on her naked flesh, he zipped up his pants.
He came over and put his fingers in her soaking pussy, scooping up the mixture of his cum. He brought it to her mouth, forcing it in with a cruel smirk. Sam choked on the salty taste, the reality of her situation hitting her harder than ever before. The man leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Thank you for the entertainment, darling. You're a natural."
She felt the train slow down. He stood and without ceremony, he tugged a burlap bag over her body, leaving her face uncovered. The coarse material scraped against her skin. He stuffed her ripped panties in her mouth, sealing it with a strip of duct tape.
He opened the boxcar door with a creak, the cold night air rushing in. The man's silhouette loomed against the moonlit sky. "Have a nice trip, darling," he sneered before jumping off. The train jolts as it starts to pick up speed again. Sam is left trembling, the taste of him still in her mouth. She tries to free herself from the ropes, but they're too tight.
She was exhausted, the rhythm of the moving train lulling her into a sleepy state, but fear kept her eyes wide open. The hours passed, she eventually fell into a deep, troubled sleep. When she awoke, the sun was rising, painting the horizon in shades of fiery orange and red. The train had slowed to a crawl, and she could see the outskirts of a small town up ahead. Her mind was a foggy mess.
Before she could do anything she saw two men jump into the boxcar. Their eyes landed on her immediately. Panic surged through Sam's veins as she realised she was still bound and gagged, a vulnerable prize on display. They approached with a predatory stride. “Well look at what we have here", one said when he pulled away the burlap sack from her body. Licking his lips, "it is like a buffet car," he leered. Sam screamed behind her gag.
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I always love trains, I am going to jump one, have been hanging around here for much to long
