Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
Commuting by Train
The package had arrived half an hour ago, containing nothing but a quite lovely wooden box and a letter. The box was 10 by 5 cm and also 5 cm tall, totally unadorned by any signs or decoration, just beautiful rosewood and shiny silver hinges and a silver clasp to keep it tightly shut. She had no idea what this was, and who would send it to her, and it was evidently meant for her, the package had been meticulously addressed, using her full legal name.
Excited like a child at Christmas her fingers unsnapped the clasp and opened the box. She gasped in surprise on a bed of coral velvet, lay two spheres, hot pink in color and perhaps 2 cm in diameter. The surface seemed to be made of silicone. She lifted one of them and was surprised by the fairly hefty weight, and that something shook inside. She was utterly puzzled she had heard about something called a ben wa ball, but weren’t those usually metal?
She ripped open the letter in hope to learn what this was about.
Hello little minx,
you don’t know me, but I do know you. I know all about you. Who would think that such a prim young lady, always dressed so proper, has such a dark side. I have seen you looking at women and men, I have observed you opening those legs of yours to give others a really good look. I know the smut you read on the way to work, I do know the smut you type yourself.
I also know that conservative company you work for, hell wouldn’t your bosses be interested in what you are up too when not sitting at your desk? At a guess, they might be shocked at your slutty behavior, or at least at first. Not shocked enough to fire you of course, but the eyes will linger, fingers will wander. I think you get the drift.
Did you already open my little gift? Sure you did, you are curious by nature. Just in case you haven’t recognized them, those are Ben Wa balls and they go in your snatch.
At this point she really had uttered a very colloquial British expression before reading on.
Calm yourself, no reason to get excited and to reply to your most likely response “No it’s up yours.” They are meant to compliment your work outfit tomorrow, put them in at home, dress your usual way. I really like your classy business costumes. Defy me at your own peril, because I will know if you wear them or not.
The letter wasn’t signed, printed on cheap regular paper, and using the most boring commonplace font in the universe. She trembled, what was she supposed to do, she really needed to keep her job, and the letter writer had been fairly correct that some of her more private proclivities would hit at the firm like a bombshell. There wouldn’t be any coming back from this kind of revelation. But giving in to such an obvious attempt of blackmail wasn’t a solution either. Without really noticing she had begun playing with the balls in her hand, feeling their heft and texture. Thinking how appropriate the coloring of the velvet was, matching the color she had seen with a hand mirror quite frequently. shocked about the drift of her thoughts she dumped the balls back into t he box and slammed it shut. Time to get some sleep, perhaps she would know tomorrow what to do. Wondering how those balls might feel inside her.
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The next morning as she pulled on the black pantyhose over her dark blue panties, she noticed that she would be somewhat careful about moving today. Every time she moved her rump, the two spheres embedded inside her made their presence known. Not in a unpleasant sensation, not at all unpleasant. But the idea alone of wearing sex toys to work was giving her mind such a buzz, so the additional physical reminder was quite superfluous. She put on the rest of her clothes, white blouse, navy skirt and blazer. She put on shoes and grabbed her coat, and a glance on the watch told her she had to rush a bit to get to the station, so she would make her train.
Rushing was one of the things she found to be more challenging today. But most likely people were attributing her breathlessness to her last ditch sprint to catch the train, and not the tingling in her nethers. She sank into an empty seat and tried breathing slowly to calm herself. Luckily she had a commute of 30 minutes, so she should be able to get a handle on the situation.
Just as she thought, that she had restored herself to her normal outer calm. A new sensation hit her, without any movement of her own, the balls inside her began to slowly vibrate and shake around. She drew in air sharply.
"Are those bloody things remote controlled? she thought, she had read about toys that could be controlled via smart phone. Her head swiveled around, and absolutely everybody in the compartment was sitting there eyes glued to their mobile devices. She chided herself. what else did she expect, somebody holding up a sign “I’m doing this”.
The buzzing inside her increased, causing her to tense up and pressing her calves tightly together, but this only afforded the vibrating balls more contact area. Beginning to have an effect on her. If that asshole kept this up, her first stop at work would have to be the bathroom for some restoring clean up.
The asshole did not, the increased buzzing became a baseline, from which it spiked to higher settings infrequently. She felt her body react to the unwanted stimulation. Her breathing grew more and more labored. Within she could feel her nipples pressing uncomfortably against the inside of her bra. By experimenting she found she could lessen the stress on her pussy by opening her legs a bit, perhaps not ladylike, but neither would be crying out in lust.
Her tormentor, must be close by because the intensity further increased over the next few minutes. She felt the jolts, as if they occurred right against her clit. growing stronger and faster. That bathroom break was now becoming mandatory, as her panties began to turn into a soggy mess, she clenched her teeth together to remain quiet. She prayed that she would make it into the office with enough time before her shift began. The old dragon that ran her department had become a bit critical about her bathroom breaks, admittedly she had occasionally taken the edge off during those.
Just as she was getting up to prepare for getting off on her station, the strength of the vibration increased by several magnitudes. Causing her legs to buckle under her, driving her to a frenzy, losing all control about herself, she had no idea if she screamed during the orgasm that shook her body again and again. Once she regained her senses again she noticed 3 things. The vibration had stopped entirely, all the other passengers were looking at her with wide eyes, and she had missed her station.
She cursed she still could make it in time to her job, but at least until lunch break she would be forced to sit at her desk with drenched underwear, and those cursed balls inside her.
The End
