On the endless train, desire and control intertwine in a dangerous dance. Green Tea is brutally subdued, while Chen Mo watches in fascination. What secrets is the mysterious girl watching them hiding?
The endless train moved forward at a steady pace, its carriages illuminated by a soft golden light that filtered through the black velvet curtains. The air smelled of sweat, sex, and something metallic, like the scent of the high-tech lubricant that still glistened on Green Tea's thighs. Her body, marked by fingerprints from the night before, trembled slightly as she leaned back in one of the padded leather seats, her hands gripping the edge as if searching for something to hold on to before fully letting go of control.
The blond man, naked from the waist up, his back muscles straining beneath his pale skin, wasted no time. With a sharp movement, he grabbed her hip and forced her back to arch, pushing her forward until her face was pressed against the seat. The tight corset Chen Mo had fitted her the night before still hugged her torso, pressing her breasts against the cool leather while leaving her rear end exposed, round and firm, her pussy lips already glistening with arousal. But what was most striking was the emerald green hue that tinged her folds, a visual reminder of the stimulating substances Chen Mo had injected into her system, designed to increase her sensitivity to almost unbearable limits.
"Ready to see it break, boss?" the blond murmured, his voice raspy and laced with a confidence that could only come from knowing his cock, thick and throbbing, was more than enough to subdue any woman. He didn't expect a response. With a grunt, he aligned the head of his member against Green Tea's slick entrance and thrust.
There was no resistance. Just a stifled moan that turned into a gasp as the blond entered her in one swift thrust, sinking himself deep inside her with a force that made her inner muscles clench around him like a thirsty fist. The wet sound of the impact echoed through the carriage, mingling with the creaking of the leather beneath her knees. Green Tea cried out, her fingers clenching against the seat as her body tried to adjust to the invasion. But there was no time for that. The blond was already pulling out, only to slam back into her with a filthy rhythm, his hips slapping against her buttocks with a carnal sound that filled the space.
"Ah, shit!" Green Tea gasped, her voice cracking with the pleasure and pain intertwining in her lower belly. "Too… too hard!"
Chen Mo, sitting in a seat across from them, couldn't take his eyes off the scene. His hand was already working on his own erection, moving with deliberate slowness as he watched the blond destroy his girlfriend with every thrust. Green Tea's corset gleamed in the light, its metallic seams reflecting glints every time her body jerked forward. He could see her pussy, tinged that obscene green, opening and closing around the blond's cock, swallowing it down to the base before spitting it out again, covered in her fluids. The sight was hypnotic, and each of Green Tea's moans resonated in his chest like an extra heartbeat.
"Do you like seeing her like this, boss?" The blond gasped, his hands squeezing Green Tea's hips with a force that would leave bruises. "Watching her pussy squeeze my cock like it never wants to let go?"
Chen Mo didn't respond with words. Instead, he brought two fingers to his mouth, moistened them with saliva, and then slid them between his own lips, sucking them with an obscene noise while his other hand continued to masturbate. His eyes, darkened with desire, didn't move from where the blond was sinking again and again into Green Tea's body, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
"Chen…!" Green Tea screamed his name like a prayer, her body trembling as the blond adjusted the angle, searching for that spot inside her that would make her lose control completely. When he found it, his next thrust was deeper, more brutal, and Green Tea felt something inside her open, as if her very womb was being forced to accept every inch of that monstrous cock.
"Yes, whore! Open that green pussy for me!" The blond growled, his hands sliding up to grab her breasts through the corset, squeezing the hard nipples between his fingers. "I want to feel you cum around my cock!"
Chen Mo leaned forward, his breathing ragged. He couldn't resist any longer. In one swift motion, he reached out and cupped Green Tea's face in his hands, turning it toward him. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling as the blond continued to fuck her mercilessly. It was an obscene contrast: the sound of their mouths sucking, the creaking of the leather beneath Green Tea's knees, the sloshing of her pussy being ravaged. Chen Mo could taste her on his lips, mixed with her sweat and the artificial scent of the lube. It was perfect.
The blond didn't stop. If anything, the sight of them kissing while he penetrated her excited him even more. His thrusts became more erratic, his hips moving in circles before he drove in again, making sure his cock grazed every sensitive corner inside her. Green Tea broke the kiss with a scream, her body jerking as the first orgasm hit her like a train, her inner walls contracting around the blond with a force that made him curse.
"I'm going to cum!" the blond announced, his fingers digging into Green Tea's flesh as he pulled his cock from her soaking pussy. Without giving her time to recover, he twisted her around with a sharp movement, pushing her down until she was on her knees, her ass in the air, exposed and vulnerable.
Green Tea didn't have time to protest. The blond spat on his own member, rubbed it against her anus a couple of times, and then thrust. This time, the resistance was greater, but not enough. With a grunt, he sank into her, stretching her tight hole around his thickness. Green Tea cried out, her nails scraping the seat as her body tried to adjust to the new invasion. But the blond gave her no respite. He began moving immediately, his thrusts short and deep, each one making her ass muscles clench around him like a vice.
"God, you're so tight!" he gasped, his hands gripping her hips with a force that would leave marks. "You're going to take all my cum, whore!"
Chen Mo watched, his hand moving faster on his own cock as he watched the blond destroy his girlfriend's ass. He could see the sweat running down the blond's back, the muscles in his arms tensing as he pounded into her again and again. And then, with a roar, the blond plunged to the hilt and stayed there, his body jerking as he emptied his load inside her, filling her gut with thick spurts of cum that Green Tea felt sliding inside her, hot and heavy.
When he finally pulled out, Green Tea collapsed forward, her body trembling, her pussy and ass dripping with a mixture of her own fluids and the blond's semen. Chen Mo wasted no time. He walked over, knelt in front of her, and with a slow, deliberate motion, parted her green lips with his fingers before leaning his head down and beginning to lick.
"Relax, my love," he murmured between licks, his tongue collecting every drop that escaped her, savoring the mixture of her juices and his semen. "I'll take care of you."
The blond, exhausted but satisfied, slumped into one of the seats, watching Chen Mo clean his girlfriend with a devotion that bordered on the religious. The train continued on its way, the carriage silent except for the wet sounds of Chen Mo's working tongue and the occasional gasps from Green Tea, whose body was still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
That's when they saw him.
In the next car, partially hidden behind the half-open door, a thin, trembling figure loomed. A young girl with disheveled brown hair and large, frightened eyes watched them with a mixture of fascination and terror. Her clothes were torn, as if she had escaped from something—or someone—and her hands clutched the door frame as if seeking the courage to come closer.
Chen Mo looked up, his lips still glistening with the green tea. His eyes met hers, and something in her expression—something between submission and desperation—brought a slow, dangerous smile to his face.
"Oh," he murmured, running the back of his hand across his mouth. "Looks like we have a guest."