The Blackmail Train

Maggy was just wandering up and down the street looking for her car. After a long day at work then hitting the club with the girls she was exhausted and wanted to get home. She looks towards the subway station. She sees a large man just loitering, looking around and being just all around creepy. Looking up and down the roads its dark and eerie; tonight the fog is low and giving an ominous feel to the night. As she inhales the air was thick and smells of garbage and sex. The stale smell of cigarettes and booze loomed heavily in this section of the road.

As she wanders the street heading to the subway; she looks left then right, she is so very confused as to where her damn car is. Thinking to herself she mutters quietly, "Those girls could have just come home with me". She paces the road with her cell phone in hand just itching to text Tiffany and demand she come help her find the car. She can feel her face getting hotter with rage. She tries to compose herself as to not draw attention to her circumstance.

The lingering in this area it makes her feel a bit ill. After the rotten evening working at the corner store, she isn't looking forward to trudging her way home. She begins thinking about her long walk home stopping in place she spaces out as the thoughts dance in her mind. When she snaps out of it she continues looking up and down the roads. It sure is dark and eerie she thinks to herself as she shutters. Putting her phone in her left back pocket she heads to the subway entryway that is just past the strange creepy man.

She notices the stranger looking over in her direction, this causes her to freeze dead in her tracks. Pulling out her phone, she looks down at its screen, damn it she thinks to herself no signal. She looks behind her and then turns around trying to decide whether to continue past this guy or turn around. She tries to remember the train schedule and looks at the clock on her phone screen. Bobbing her head left and right quickly mulling over and calculating the time and wait for the next train, she decides to just go for it.

The Crap day she had must be making her over react she thinks to herself. She shrugs it off figuring that she was just being silly and profiling what could be a friendly guy who she caught the attention of with her clippy cloppy heals. She decides to just saunter past, and as she does she glances over with a tiny smile and nod "quiet night huh?" she speaks in passing and continues on without waiting for a response.

The Stranger leaning against the lamp post. His only response is to turn with a stare that, when caught by the lamp's light, might show some kind of leering menace. So, it continues to be the quiet night she had described, with only the background sounds of horns and sirens to fill in the gaps between her foot-steps...and then his. From somewhere behind her, after she has rounded the corner, heavy boots' soles may a thud in growing volume.

Maggy turns the corner and waits in the hallway just past the entrance. She wanted to stay near the street in hopes of getting cell service. Not making it to the platform to wait for her train. She figured it could make it there once she heard the train arrive. Still thinking about how ridiculous she felt panicking about the stranger on the corner. He seemed quite harmless, not the menacing thug she had thought.

She looks to her phone hoping for a signal only to find that there is still none. She decides to just look through the pictures in her camera to amuse herself for the next half hour till the train arrives. Her thoughts wander back to that man once again she shakes her head and sighs in relief. The station is empty and quiet tonight. An over head light flickers because the bulb is dying. The buzzing from the florescent lights the only sound that could be heard.

Unknown to Maggy the Stranger taking his good, sweet time as he heads towards the subway. With an extra glance over a shoulder, and several seconds of peering down the side streets of the intersection, are enough for him to ensure that the area was vacant, other than himself and the woman who entered before him. He lopes along, with obviously no attempt made at stealth. In the relative silence, His footfalls might almost sound like distant thunder. He turns to the subway entrance, where he and Maggy are liable to make an abrupt meeting. His dark eyes flicker with rapaciousness, and his heavily whiskered dimples are tugged up into a vicious grin. As he enters the subway, Maggy is still very zoned out looking at her phone doesn't notice him.

She stands there leaning, her back against the wall with her left leg bent and her foot placed on the wall, still flicking through her phone. She is just waiting there innocently without a care in the world. She is startled out of her veil of contentment suddenly as she hears foot steps approaching. They sound heavy yet lazy as they drag on the sandy dirt covered pavement. She perks up more alert now then she was. She doesn't take her glance away from her phone; however she does shift her eyes to peer to the left over her shoulder.

Her heart skips and begins racing as the man walks into the stations tunnel. She isn't sure but has a sinking suspicion this is the man that she was just worrying about outside by the light. She takes her foot off the wall now standing she takes a few breaths and talks herself down, murmuring "No biggy Mags he probably just needs the train too". She finally mellows out and looks up at him and smiles nervously. "hi again" she says in a whisper. hopeful he just ignores her like last time and continues on his way.

The man stands back and takes her all in, from head to toe, and back, again. His intent gaze might seem to appraise every single inch of her, but least of all her face. He appears to be looking upon her with the hungry expression of a man who chooses a cut of beef at the market. His focus never quite makes it to her eyes, again, so that he ends up talking to her tits, when he finally get around to rhetorically asking, "You ain't her, huh?' He grumbles this half under his breath, and almost incoherently, before he adds, "Eh...fuck it. You'll do."

Maggy now looking back to her phone looks back to her phone closes her eyes hoping to hear his foot steps fade as they pass her. She stands there for what seems like an eternity before finally opening them up again just as she hears his peculiar comment about not being someone else. She tilts her head, her heart begins to race again. "excuse me?' she says in a near whisper. "are you talking to me?" She feels her legs trembling beneath her.

The Strange man's brow furrows, his head subtly tilts to the right, like when a dog listens to the conversations of humans. He makes a show of looking all around, before his impatient glare rests on her, once more. This time, it will find her eyes, and fix on them, Then He bluntly asks, ..."the fuck you on, bitch? 'Course I'm talkin' to you! Now, c'mon. Them titties is gettin' me horny." With those rude comments made, He steps forward, trying to circle his left arm around her lower back, so that she may be swept along with him, as he heads down to the bowels of the subway station.

Maggy stands there frozen. She is gripping her phone knowing there isn't a signal. She quickly hides her hands behind her back as she turns to face him. She hopes he is just looking for a friend and has mistaken her for them. She stands there shivering listening to his awful comments about her body. She sees him come at her with is left arm she tries to side step out of the way only to be caught by his rather long reach. She stumbles stubbornly trying to halt their course into the station. 'wait.., I'm not on anything, what are you doing? You have the wrong person." She finally manages to stammer off.

Little did they both know there had been someone lurking in the shadows just out of view. He saw the Redhead Maggy enter the subway then the large man who followed after. He could hear some commotion as he hid just round the wall that would turn toward the subway. He had been watching her ever sense she had seen her with her Girl friends outside of a gas station. The redhead was outside the gas station dancing with the other girls and teasing the guys. As he slithers around the wall in a rather cocky manor he sees her seeming a bit flustered. He scoffs and just laughs under his breath. He sees the size of the man in comparison to the petite little thing and winces.

The large man who has grabbed Maggy attempts to use the advantages of his strength, mass, along with momentum to get her moving in the intended direction. He mutters, 'You gotta be stoned, bitch. Whatchu think I'm doin? That's a fine piece uh ass - all I need to know about you." He chuckles from the back of his throat, as he speak those words.

Her heart pounding nearly out of her chest as she is jolted forward. The man smells of motor oil and exhaust fumes, with a splash of booze. She continues to fumble forward as the man over powers her with brute force. She is panic stricken her eyes dart left and right as they both move forward deep into the tunnel towards the station landing. She hopes that there are people in there and that her phone gets a signal soon. She throws her head back looking out to the street and sees a silhouette cast by the street lamp and attempts to call out for help.

The once lurking man; much smaller then the man who had her in his grip is, now in the subway hall moves closer and overhears the banter. Seemed the redhead ran into one of the less lenient guys in the city. He laughed and chimed in, casually "That it is, and she was shaking it for everyone just on this overpass a few hours back." He pointed upward above him "Don't mind me, she was definitely teasing with all the right bait." He jolts forward as he sees her trying to get past the man, he quickly closes the gap and blocks the entrance. He shakes his head with a grin. "Hello Again," he laughed as he eyed her.

The Larger Man might have been just about to whisk her down to the depths of her own, personal Hell, when the other man's voice reaches them. It gave him cause to turn a curious look back towards the street. At first, his muscles flex and ripple with tension, but some unknown thought or impression returns his casual stance to him. A humorous grin spreads across the larger mans lips, as he calls to the smaller guy, "She's a fuckin' tease, huh? Bout' time she do some pleasin', instead, yeah?"

Poor Maggy's eyes widen "uh shit!" she exclaims. "I didn't tease anyone, I was hanging with some friends earlier is all." Her gaze bounces from one man to the other. she steps back slowly trying not to let them see her attempt to escape down the rest of tunnel to the landing platform. She creeps backwards taking tiny steps and still clutching her phone tightly in her palm.

The smaller man sees this and slides to the side trying to close the tunnel off more and attempts to walk her in further. He smiles "Listen red, I heard you laughing about that guy hitting on you the other night." he stands a bit taller, not nearly as big as the other man of course, but enough to block her. "You know the worst part about this. If you yell more guys you teased will come and join. You may wish to walk with us, but please feel free to fight."

The larger Man's left hand had been drifting down to the roundness of her denim-clad ass, this whole time. Now, he might have come across as the big, lethargic, mindless thug she once thought him to be. but, as soon as he feels her start to pull away, it's like a reflex for his big paw of a hand to dart up to the hairline, at the base of her skull, where his calloused digits are meant to take a painfully tight fistful of that scarlet mane. In a taunting tone, tells her, "Hold yer lil fuckin' horses, cock-tease! Party's just gettin' started!"

Maggy looking on in total disbelief, she hopes this is a bad dream, as she feels a hand drifting down her back and quickly grope her ass. As she tenses up his quick reflexes yank her head forcefully backward, his words hiss across her ears. She smells his rank breath as he speaks directly into her face. Tears stream down her cheeks as she begs him. "Please let me go, I'm sorry I teased you, I didn't mean to."

The Smaller man in the hallway looks on, his eyes bulge as her head is yanked back, her breasts thrust forward, he grins wide. "Been waiting to see those ever sense she started shaking her ass in the street." He glances down and notice s her holding her phone and quickly swings to try and knock it to the ground. "It's ok I'll record it with my phone red." He declares as he whacks the phone to the cement shattering it to pieces.

The larger man tries to keep her like a puppet on short strings, while he holds her in place by that hair-leash, even as she goes for the pitiful crying and apologizing act. He smirks through the whole thing. Once everything seems to be under control, He turns questions on the other man, by asking, "Hey, I know you, right? You're in the group? Think I saw you in on a group gathering; on that blonde, couple nights ago, huh?"

Maggy taken off guard by the smaller stranger swinging at her. She watches helplessly as he nails her phone. The smashing sound echos in her head as it hits the ground. She again backs up slowly shaking her head trying to free herself. Still sobbing as the larger man yanks her head around like a marinate on stage. She listens as he asks strange questions about a group to the smaller guy. Thinking to herself what the hell is this shit? Oh god! What the hell. Just then she realized why she couldn't find her car out on the street. "Damn it!" She exclaims. Shaking her head she thinks. why did I choose to fucking take the train to work today and leave my damn car at home. She again pleads. please just let me go.

The Smaller of the two men nods to the larger one shill holding Maggy by a fistful of her red hair. "Yeah I'm part of that group, was waiting for someone else to get her." He opens her top a bit more She has been acting like a bitch in heat all night. He tilts his head and pretending to listen. I think I hear others coming. He tells her while staring into her eyes as he watches them well up with tears. "So you can either walk with the 2 of us... or wait until the club clears out and invite the rest. He grins. I could be bluffing of course. But I would start walking if I were you"

The larger man's fingers only curl into a tighter ball almost tearing the hairs from her scalp, when she tries to loosen his hold. She'll have to do a lot better than that, if she wants her freedom. Her begging only results in him shaking her head, like she's child's rag-doll. Then he snaps at her, Shut yer God-damn face-hole, while the men talk! So that my new friend may speak, without interruption. He nods at the Smaller guy's confirmation, then He attempts to swing her around to face the right way, down the stairs of the subway. In a less tactful manner, he adds, "Go on, slut! Move it!"

Maggy still held tightly by the back of the head she reaches up with her hands tearing at his hand as it rips at her skull. She shutters as he screams into her face, spit speckles her cheeks and she nearly falls to the ground as she is is flung around and shoved forward further into the tunnel. Her heals tapping as she wobbles, her legs trembling.

The Smaller man smiles as he watches her struggle. He smile brightens more as he hears people leaving the club. "Well, your night is about to get much busier." He points behind him. "But... my car is right back in that garage. The subways going to get real busy, real fast." He states with a sly tone.

The larger man takes a few finer nail gashes across the back of of his hand. Beads of red spring up to form rivulets, which run across almost exact copies of those scratches, in the form of criss-crossing scars. Just about the time he gets the poor girl moving, again, she gets another change of direction-and, possibly, a few less hairs in her head, in the process. He tries to abruptly haul her back, right after The smaller man mentions his car. He grumbles at him, "Dude, I don't give a fuck where, but I'm ready to stuff this cunt full uh cock! Got it??"

Maggy still struggling, her eyes nervously dart around looking for someway to get out of this as she is yanked around by the large man she stammers "whhha.. "never finishing her thought for fear that she will be screamed at again. She yanks back as she is pulled in nearly a complete circle to face the other way. Her legs buckle with fright. She tries to pull away she feels the hairs snapping as they break in his fist. "let go of me. Nooo... shit!" She whines out wincing in pain tears still stream down her cheeks.

The smaller or the two men reaches behind his back, twisting his neck cracking it Ok , "I'm patient but this bitch really needs to shut up before things get complicated." He cocks back a gun and shoots her point blank. looking to the other Larger man he smirks. "No worries tranq gun" He says as he nods for help dragging her.

The larger Man is just about to do something, not exactly sure of what when he see the drawn weapon, but it only takes a fraction of a second to recognize that it's not a real 'firearm'. And the guy's words put any doubt to rest. So, he let go of her lustrous locks of hair, at just around the same time as she drops, like a sack of potatoes. He crouches, on his way past her, catching an ankle, and literally begins to drag her across the rough, cracked, filthy street to the parking. The lager man extends his hand to the Smaller man. "Call me Blade."

The smaller man never taking the handshake gesture just nods, "I'd be Spence, now grab the cunt and lift will ya." He leans down grabbing her upper body off of the floor. "No need to bloody her up just yet." He snickers. The two carry her off to the parking garage down the road. Once there The walk Maggy over to the back of a van its back doors swung open to the left and right. The two plop her down. The Smaller man called Spence just hops in the back of the van still holding the gun. While Blade walks around picking up a few rocks he busts a few over head lights; to give them more cover from prying eyes, should any decide to venture to look.

As Maggy starts to come to yet still groggy and in a fog. Her head is throbbing and vision blurry. Just then she feels her back stinging it feels hot and sore. She reaches up to rub her head and feels the back there she finds a bump, pulses with pain. As she stands back up wobbly and unsteady on her feet she looks through squinted eyes and is able to make out the Smaller man, called Spence holding a gun sitting in some kind of truck. She raises her hands to cover her mouth as she gasps. She tries to speak "I.. I.. I..", but fails to find the words

Shades smiles and waves the gun at her "That's much better, nice and quite, we don't want a crowd." He nods to Blade "Think you could help this poor thing out of her clothing, she seems a bit nervous and she'll need all her energy soon." He snickers "I'm sure she is going to stand right there and let you." He points the gun to her breasts.

Blade is clearly a helpful sort of guy, because he was quick to render assistance in lifting her to her feet, forcefully. Oddly, though, even once she's upright, his hands keep on lifting. It might be right around this time, when she realizes that he is holding onto the bottom lip of her blouse. His intention, now apparent, is to peel that garment up and over her head, so it can be carelessly discarded.

Maggy though groggy tries to make sense of how she got here. The last thing she knew she was in the tunnel of the subway and she was being pulled by her hair. She feels her body tremble as her top is pulled upwards. She gasps as a button pops from the force at which it is yanked, her arms resist only a bit as she is still weak and confused. Shocked when it hits her that she is shirtless she reaches to cover up her breasts. She hears the soft flutter as it floats to the ground. Nervously she turns left then right looking for some way yo escape.