No

His fat dick pumped into me. I could feel my knees begin to go weak from the combined pain and pleasure, from the combined horror but secret thrill of his ****. He showed no sign of stopping.

Hands remained on my hips, keeping a firm grip of me, holding me in place against the carriage door as he bent me forward and he fucked me from behind.

I could feel the underground train begin to slow. It was approaching the next stop. I really didn't know what would happen next. "Aaah... please," I whimpered, my mind all a spin.

The train came to a stop. It was the doors behind me that opened up with a hiss of hydraulics.

He came inside me. A gush of warm seed that flooded up into my sex. "Good girl," rumbled the stranger as I realised I had no idea who was watching me.