The Macabre Train by Lady Panther

She meets the eyes of one of the passengers on the train.  They exchange smiles and nods of understanding while the others watch. Each passenger having spoken directly with Her, and in full and eager anticipation, have agreed upon their respective activities prior to this enjoyable evening.

The Lady stands, leash in hand, and guides her devoted sub directly in front of the man.  She instructs her sub to “heel” . She proceeds, to her delight, to place her soft warm hand on his shoulders and then to massage them gently. She winks and smiles down at her sub, who promptly begins to slowly lick the man’s penis with soft wet slithering strokes, awakening it.  The Lady trickles her fingertips along his back in gentle long patterns.  Up and down.  Causing his skin to react , forcing small chill bumps.  Everyone watches as his body responds with relaxed acceptance of the pleasures it is receiving.

After a few moments of relaxation, and having noted his craving, the Lady commands her sub, “Suck him, my boy!”  Having been lulled into pleasurable yearning, the man’s body suddenly recoils as he hears her describe the gender of the deliverer working his mass so effectively as "boy".  The passengers smile silently since they unlike him can see clearly that the sub is indeed a female. The Lady moves her hands to his hips, holding them there to ensure no words escape her sub’s lips.

The Lady positions herself under one of the man’s arms and holds one forearm along his lower back.  At the same time she grabs the back of her sub’s head and, guiding it, forces the sub’s mouth over his softening length.  She sets the pace of her sub’s mouth at a steady, but slightly quickened, pace.  Using her grip on his lower back she forces him into her sub’s massaging mouth. His resistance is all too brief as the pleasures delivered by the Lady’s sub is far too much to resist, regardless of that sub's gender.

He moans through his gag and begins thrusting his hips forward in an effort to match the pace the sub and Lady have set.  Feeling him seeking to take control, the Lady abruptly pulls her sub’s head back off of him and smiles. “Oh my, it seems he likes it.”  He moans in sudden frustration, wanting more.  He presses his hips forward, seeking again to find the source of his pleasure.  Their laughter taints the air, lessening his concentration and pulling him back to the reality that he is not alone, nor even just among a few people.

The Lady nods once again at her sub as she laughs and moves back, fully behind him.  Her sub takes only the head of his cock into her mouth; she massages it slowly, teasingly, not allowing him to dictate anything. Simultaneously, the Lady presses her breasts to his back and her arms reach around him.  Her hands find his nipples and she gently pinches and prods them.  His head falls back; he emits out a loud grunt.  She rakes her fingernails over his chest, moving from the heart outward.  She leaves four red streaks over his pecs. He grunts once more.

The Lady's sub begins to cup the man’s tender sack and -- suddenly -- takes his full length into her mouth.  At the same time the Lady pinches his nipples very harshly.  The suddenness, the pain, the pleasure, all cause his body to tense.  He rises to the tips of his toes then he relaxes, backing off again.  The passengers laugh once more -- but he cannot hear them. His mind is swimming, his focus only on physical sensations.

Fully satisfied with his responsiveness, she digs in her nails again and rakes them slowly, but deeply, into his pecks and around the sides to the back as her body moves away from him.  Her sub sets a slower, more concentrated pace, moving slowly along his shaft as she takes him repeatedly into her throat.  She moves one hand to grip very tightly around its base, shutting off all possibilities of orgasm. Her other hand remains, massaging his sack, pulling it, patting it, and tracing its shape as she works on him.

The Lady takes a seat as another Lady walks in behind him placing her hands flatly on his upper back, running them along his entire back, inspecting the smooth soft skin.   All the while her eyes twinkle revealing her eagerness.  She moves away from him one pace and accepts the tools her sub presents to her.  Without hesitation she begins the rhythmic wielding of dual leather floggers in Florentine style.  With each pass four blows land upon his upper back, each time in different locations.

His body winces after the initial impacts.  He is somehow enthralled by it.  He shifts his upper body backwards, seeking more.  Then he is reminded of the noose which tightens slightly around his neck.  He leans his head forward and at the same time tries to extend the broadness of his upper back for her to fully use.  His flesh changes, taking on a soft pink hue as her strokes continue to assault him.  His mind races, filled with thoughts of self-preservation, but his body betrays him utterly.  He is filled with increasing excitement and yearning.

As the train moves along the rails, the lady’s strokes match the car’s rocking and swaying. Another woman joins in on the action, working from the front.  This woman touches the cold steel of her blade flatly to his collar bone. She tilts the blade tip inward, pressing his flesh just underneath the artery on his neck.  She pauses to let this new sensation register in the man’s brain.  His body stiffens instantly.  He recognizes it to be a knife.  He struggles to steady his body and to not move, despite the pleasures delivered by the sub, from the pain delivered by the Lady behind him, and now by the threat of the woman in front of him.

This last woman smiles with evil intent as she releases pressure, but glides the sharp tip of her knife down his body to his nipple. She draws a circle around them.  She then lays the blade along the top of one nipple and, using her thumb also, pins it to the blade. “He doesn't need these, does he?” she says flippantly to the passengers.  She then slides it slightly to the side creating the feeling that his flesh being cut in the process.  His muffled whimper is undeniably pleading for her to stop. She glides the blade down the center of his abdomen just over his naval, then on to his 'happy trail'.  She rests the blade at the base of his manhood, next to the sub’s hand, and asks, “Or perhaps he doesn't need this instead,”  The sub pauses briefly, concentrating only on his tip, giving the woman room to maneuver the blade as she wishes.

His panic grows. His instincts are to flee, but there is no way to retreat.  He is bound and if he did move, the blade might dig in and do its devious work.  Pulled from his pleasurable endorphin rush, he snaps back to the serious danger in which he now finds himself . He struggles to reason, trapped within his brain. "Surely, no one would actually do that to me, would they? I’ve done nothing wrong." Suddenly 'her' words from earlier come back, haunting him. “…for your crimes.” He desperately tries to think what his crimes might have been.  Would they justify losing his manhood? Would they warrant him being hanged?  His mind races with the pace of the train, and yet his body remains excited. Beneath the hood his brows furrow in wonderment.  How and why he would still be maintaining an erection when his very existence was being threatened?