Night Train

1985 August.

He was leaving the company he worked for since 1979, no fight and good relations as his motivation and arguments were true, just that the brand could not cope with such vital needs in such a short term.

He’ll start with his new employer from September, with all what he requested for the war on the Japanese market.

In between, we were taking two months, relax, moving to and from Paris, to the Grand Parents country house and back. One day, He told me we were going to visit an old friend of Him living in Torino in Italia.

He had already reserved a sleeping compartment in a night train leaving Paris the next day.

Gare-de-Lyon, a little passed 21, the train start moving slowly from the platform, a lot of people waiving good bye from the windows or from ground. That seemed to interest Him a lot, then He smiled. I know Him sufficiently well to understand what may mean such a smile.

Setting the couchettes for the kids while waiting for the tickets control kept us busy during half an hour. The boy slept first. Our daughter excited by the train novelty stayed awake longer, but rocked by the sound of wheels on the rails finished to fall in deep sleep too.

Came the ticket inspector, He took His travel bag and passed our tickets to the man to who he asked the timing of the stop at Lyon Perrache station and then the border crossing at Modane. He had the answers, we had a « Good trip, good night » an the door closed. He locked it and pulled down the curtains.

« Strip all ! » was all what He said, then He returned to the book He was reading before the tickets control.

Raising an eye some minutes later, He added : « Sleep. I’ll wake you when time comes ». Strange feeling to be nude in such rough sheets in shape of  a bag, I slept, lightly, but I slept.

When He woke me, only His night light and mine were on, but I noticed He had made curtains of the unused  blankets in way to keep the children undisturbed and sleeping quietly. His travel bag was open  and I could catch a glimpse of ropes in it. He smiled and said : « I saw you saw. You’ll be the star of the show tonight ! »

He then started to tie ropes around my wrists and ankles, not tight but sufficiently to know that untying myself would be unrealistic. I had seen the ropes only, not what was under.

I stood facing the curtained window, one foot on each seats (the lower couches) on each sides of the window. He fixed my ankles to the armrests fixations on the dividing walls of the compartment then, using the small ladder, climbed to the upper couchettes and linked my wrists to the security rings of the beds at the ceiling of the room. Nothing painful at all, I was just tied in a loose spread eagle shape. He then took two small boxes out of his bag. I immediately knew everything will be very difficult to stand : one box was the clover clamps one and the other contained the weights. I groaned at their view only. He trusted again his hand in the bag and took out a ball gag, not a big one, but one that can be fixed tightly keeping the ball deep in the mouth.

« I knew I’ll need it, for children peace of course, but also for the aesthetic of the scene. » whispered he to my hear while pulling strongly the strap. He then fixed the clamps : a pair to my nipples, a pair to my inner labias and finished by suspending weights to each clamps. The train speed was slowing down, the irregular sound of the wheels of the car indicating we were crossing many shunts before a major station, all those moves making the weights swing. He passed between my spreaded legs, had a satisfied look at my picture and opened up the blind. He then switched on the main light of our room.

Not really panicked, but absolutely uncomfortable. I was seeing lights from outside flashing by while the jolts of the train on the rails were rocking the weights. Pain was starting to raise. Soon I did not know which one was the worst, or the best I could not separate, pain or shame. When our train arrived in the station (I could read Lyon-Perrache on a panel), I could see several platforms but no other train, just people waiting on the second platform away from our train. No move, no big pain, shame dominated. In my back I could hear passengers passing in the corridor on the other side of our sleeping car.

A train arrived at the other platform, hiding the people waiting. Anyway they boarded and I saw them moving. At this very instant, I saw a man, jaw dropping, fixing the place I was standing. He immediately called another man. In less than a minute, they were half a dozen. Furthermore, one reappeared with a camera. Shame was controlling me, to the point I was unaware of Him playing with the weights between my thighs. How many pictures could he take before our train departed ? No idea, but He was doubtful of the quality because of the distance and poor light.

Our train was moving slowly again, balancing among another crowd of shunts, balancing also my weights pulling on the clamps, bringing tears from my eyes. Tears and saliva which was also drooling on my chest and on the floor.

He was ready to free me when our train came alongside another coming from a junction, (He supposed coming from Lyon Part-Dieu which is also an important station). The two trains were progressing at more or less the same speed : our train slower at the beginning, then passing the other with a sadistic appallingly slowness. Was I seen ? I do not know.

Instead of taking the ropes off, he took my « anus stopper » out, filled my ass hole, then only undid the knots, keeping the gag as the best for the last. My work would be to take the clamps off, this, I always considered to be a real hell after 30 or 40 minutes with the weights (around 250 grams each). Even taking the clamps with the utmost delicacy, pain was an explosion almost unbearable, and I had 4 to take off…

If I add his absolutely soft caresses on my suffering nipples and vulva that were raising pain sensibility rather than cooling it down, that hour and half was pure torture. He enjoyed and me too.

Around 5 in the morning, we were still fucking when Italian customs and border police officer knocked a tour door to see identities and know if we had something to declare. We had sex almost non stop in the meantime and I was still plugged. (It remained plugged 18 hours more until we went to sleep in His friend’s house)

Yooki