Their train still had twenty minutes to go and there was nothing to do but browse the network and look for distracting memes to follow. Davis sad in one couch, a slender leg draped over the other. The snug sensation of his thong against his balls brought little pleasures as he thought about pressing up against hard cocks or dancing on a crowded floor. He usually got groped a few times and loved every moment.
“Oh crap,” Madi said suddenly.
“What?”
“There's a hunter in Rock Falls.” She seemed surprised there was someone in her home town. With a frown, she tapped her wrist a few times and then flicked it toward the wall.
The image blurred for a minute while it connected and then solidified into a scene at a children's part. It was focused on a hexagonal jungle gym like the ones that Davis loved as a child, but that was the only similar to his childhood.
A woman had her back shoved up against the bars. One arm flailed around helplessly as she clawed at a cable that pinned her throat to the metal bar. The curve of the gym forced her small breasts to push up, the soft mounds tipped with hard nipples. Her legs struggled to lift herself up but her shoes kept slipping on the wet metal; it must have rained recently.
Davis' gaze focused on a display hovering over her head. The feed of the person streaming had gotten the HunterNet AR upgrade that identified her as purchased only a few minutes ago.
She no longer was a person, she was a slave.
The hunter stood in front of her. He was a slender-looking man with cream-colored skin, probably a mix of Caucasian and African. He didn't wear anything remarkable: a pair of black slacks and a collared, short-sleeved shirt. If it wasn't for the drone with the hunter symbol on it hovering over his head, it could have been his father or anyone else who worked in Corporate America.
“Fuck,” whispered Madi, her eyes locked on the screen.
The camera moved to the side for a better look. Davis guessed it was an optical stream based on the angle.
He could see that the woman's shirt rode up on her stomach, revealing a pouch of belly fat stretched tautly across the metal. Her chest heaved as she continued to claw at the cable choking her.
The hunter stepped forward.
She kicked at him.
He knocked her ankle aside and shoved his body between her legs. With a sneer, he grabbed her shirt and yanked down, tearing it open to reveal a pair of sweat-slicked breasts.
Davis felt a longing. He wished he had real breasts. He desperately wanted to be like Madi or the woman, but his family couldn't afford gender reassignment surgery. Though, he would rather enjoy a long life instead of the short end the poor victim on the screen would suffer.
The woman lashed out with her free hand. Her fingernails scraped against the hunter's chest.
He grabbed at her wrist, fumbling for a moment until he caught it.
Her scream came out choked. Her entire body thrashed, the muscles tensing up in almost perfect harmony as she writhed helplessly against the bars.
The hunter planted his other hand on her shoulder and then twisted hard. At the sound of bones being dislocated, both Davis and Madi jumped.
Davis gulped as a heat flooded through his body. His cock twitched with his thoughts.
The victim's scream rose shrilly.
The hunter lifted her now dangling arm. He shoved it against one of the bars and said, “Pin.”
The drone fired something and a metal cuff slammed into the wrist, driving it into the metal before sealing shut.
She continued to thrash wildly as her face grew redder and darker. Her breasts swung back and forth violently with her movements. Moving her bloody fingers from the cable at her throat, she clutched at one of the bars above her and strained to pull herself up. Davis could almost see the last moments of her life slowing down, the agony and terror forcing her to endure.
“Pin the wrist,” came another command.
The drone fired, pinning her other hand to the metal.
She opened her mouth but no noise came out. Her body lifted against the bars but she wasn't moving. Davis couldn't tell if she was still choking but her second hand appeared to be holding her up.
He glanced over at Madi. His friend had her fingers in her panties, stroking frantically as she watched the screen with wide eyes. He gulped at his own desires. Slowly, he inched his hand underneath his miniskirt and stroked his growing hardness through the fabric.
The hunter smiled cruelly as he mauled the woman's breasts, dragging his fingernails across the sweat-slicked skin. When she sobbed and begged for his life, he only unzipped his pants and pulled out a good sized cock.
“P-Please! I'll suck it! Fuck it! Please!”
“Oh, you will,” the hunter said. He let his cock bounce free to shove his palm up against her fabric-covered pussy. It was wet from her fear but that didn't seem to bother him.
She flailed her legs helplessly, trying to kick the man that owned her body and had pinned her. She managed to slam her ankle against the back of his leg.
He responded by grabbing her thigh and spreading her legs. He had to grunt as he pinned her knee against the metal. “Pin!” he snapped.
The drone fired once and then twice to fix her against the metal gym like a butterfly about to be dissected. Her splayed opened thighs brought a fresh wave of screaming as she arched her hips forward as if it would relieve the pressure.
Davis shoved his hand into his now soaked thong. His cock was almost full length, eighteen centimeters of pulsating heat jumping in his hand as pre-cum dribble down his length. He wrapped his fingers around it and pumped.
The hunter returned his hand to her pussy. He dragged it up and down for a moment. “Stop screaming,” he said, his voice low and threatening.
She didn't.
He made an annoyed noise. Reaching up, he said, “Knife.”
As the drone deposited a knife as long as Davis' hard cock into his palm, she let out an anguished wail of terror. Her entire body strained against her restraints, but Davis knew that she wouldn't survive much longer.
The hunter swung his hand down and then thrust up into her pussy, driving the massive knife into her cunt with a single powerful blow.
The world seemed to stop.
Davis' cock pulsed hotly as he imagined being violated in such a way and then exploded with cum. It sprayed against his wrist and palm, soaking it instantly.
Next to him, Madi let out a cry as she lost herself in a voyeuristic orgasm of her own. The sweet smell of her pussy flooded and mixed with the musk of his own seed.
The hunter slammed the knife into the woman's crotch repeatedly until blood sheeted down from her body and splattered into the hard-packed ground. He tossed the knife into the air. A spray of blood splashed against the drone as it caught the knife.
He smiled even more as he lined up his cock to her bloody hole and thrust deep. A moan ripped from his throat, mirrored by her scream of agony. He drove to his balls before pulling out. Bloody sprayed everywhere as he punched his cock back into her, driving it deep and hard.
Her screams filled the air, echoing inside the train car, as the two friends masturbated to the sight of the poor victim being brutally violated.