At her mercy

Prue bit back a moan as the stranger's hand moved up her thigh, the fabric of her jacket opening further under the brutal pressure.

"That's it... show me what you're hiding," he growled, digging his fingers into the hollow of her crotch.

The subway train arrived with a screech of brakes, the harsh light from the carriages illuminating the scene with a pale glow.

It was both a deliverance and a damnation. The subway doors opened with a pneumatic sigh, revealing the almost deserted interior. Prue froze for a moment under the intrusive hand, feeling the guilty moisture pool between her tightly clenched thighs.

"Come on in..." the man sneered, pinching her inner thigh before pushing her toward the carriages.

Her heels stumbled on the step, the cold metal of the threshold contrasting with the burning of her cheeks.

The carriage was empty, the man pressed her against the cold window, his raspy breath against the back of her neck as his eager hands parted the hems of her red jacket.

Prue felt the icy glass against her bare breasts, her nipples hardening at the cruel contrast between the coldness of the surface and the bestial heat of the body pressing against her.

The calloused fingers moved up her thighs, almost tearing the air between them, before sinking into the tender flesh of her buttocks.

She couldn't hold back a moan of desire; she was ashamed to be so at the mercy of her impulses, far removed from her pride.

She felt a penis rise and rub up and down her thigh, the head of it presenting itself at the entrance to her vagina.

He whispered in her ear.

• Don't worry, we see some vicious bitches in heat, and I know how to treat you.

His cock impaled her suddenly. She wanted to scream, but a hand roughly smothered her by clamping down on her mouth.

The stranger's fingers dug into her hips, each brutal thrust pressing her stomach against the steamy window. Prue felt the glass tremble under their weight, her lips crushed against the dirty hand smothering her. A trickle of saliva slid down her chin as her pupils dilated, mirrors of her **** submission.

The man grunted, his hips pounding against her with an animalistic rhythm, the wet slapping of their union echoing through the empty train car. It was animalistic, she nearly fainted under his savage assaults. He didn't care about her pleasure. He came, placed her on a dripping seat, and threw two ten-dollar bills at her.

Prue was still trembling on the seat, her breath coming short and her thighs glistening. The crumpled bills slipped from her damp skin, falling to the metal floor with a contemptuous swish. She heard the man's boots clatter away, his hoarse laughter echoing beneath the flashing fluorescent lights.

The train stopped abruptly, throwing her exhausted body against the cold rail in front of her.