SUBWAY TALE
by Mardee Louise Prynne
His intent to molest a girl on a crowded subway ends to her satisfaction and to his surprise.


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I felt ever so grown up going into the ‘City’ on my own. Well, where I live is
really part of New York City but we Brooklynites always thought of Manhattan
as ‘The City.’ I had the day off from school and I was excited at the very
thought of going to a museum to get information for my art appreciation class
assignment.

My mother was reluctant to allow her only child to brave the dangers of the
subway on her own. There was a fuss but I was determined to win this one.

"No, mommy, it’s not that you’re afraid something might happen to me. You’re
just afraid that I might not need you so much now that I’m growing up. I am
twelve and I’m almost done with seventh grade. I want my report to be the
best. Miss Ryan says I have great insight into art. I may get an award if my I
do my report by actually seeing the paintings. Looking in an art book or an
encyclopedia is stupid. And I don’t want to hear that ‘nice Jewish girls’
don’t do this and always do that routine."

"Sarah Beth Olinsky! That is no way to talk to your mother who is concerned
about you. I want the best for you. I want for you to have what I should’ve
had but didn’t."

"Mother, you know I’m careful. It’s not fair overprotecting me and trying to
correct your mistakes by reliving your life through me."

Tears filled my mother’s beautiful eyes. "Sarah, that’s not fair to use
against me. But you’re right."

"Mommy, I love you, I love you. And besides if I win some awards, who knows
where I could get into high school."

I got up early the next morning, has some tea and toast for breakfast,
showered and then dressed. I showered quickly and then dressed. The reflection
that greeted me from the mirror put a frown on my face. "God, Sarah Beth! You
look like a jerk." It wasn’t that, not really. I looked too young, too
innocent. I was determined to feel grownup now that I was going to take the
subway all the way to forty-ninth street on my own. I took off the dress with
its puffy sleeves and studied my body. Yanking the full petti-slip over my
head, I giggled at white cotton rose-bud print panties I wore even as I
wiggled them down over my tushie. A thrill of smug satisfaction shot through
me. I had a great butt! It was going to be even better as I went through
puberty. The training bra could stay.

I took out one of my three garter belts, hooked it and turned it so it was on
correctly. I choose white cotton panties. After all, I didn’t want Mommy to
think I was trying to be sexy on my first solo trip to Manhattan. This pair of
cotton panties was just demure enough to please Mommy and just sexy enough to
make me feel all sorts of special. The tiny loops of the picoted legbands were
really pretty and a real eye-catcher. But then again, who would see them
except me? Dark stockings highlighted my coltish but sinewy legs. I leaned
back as I extend my leg and pointed my toes as I fastened the garter snaps.
Damn, I really looked good! What a shame no one would be enjoying my sexy
innocence. Well, all the more reason for me to enjoy it on my won. A black
half slip under a loosely fitting navy skirt. A white blouse that was opaque
but still allowed my bra to show through. Keds style tennis sneakers completed
my ensemble. That’s right! Keds with stockings was a high fashion item for
teens in the fifties.

I brushed my hair and clipped on a pair of earrings. A star of David, a gift
from my grandparents, was worn on a gold chain around my neck. I slipped my
keys, lipstick, and a comb and brush set into my favorite shoulder purse.

"You’re lovely. Don’t ever sell yourself cheap." Mommy was standing in the
door way of my bedroom holding a mug of steaming coffee.

Her velour robe was open to reveal her superb body clad only in blue panties.

"Let me do your eyes."

I was delighted. Mommy made my eyes up so skillfully that they didn’t even
look like I had makeup on. That also told me she was really okay with me going
to the museum on my own.

She kissed me good-bye with an admonition. "Be careful, the trains are really
crowded at this hour. Don’t let some guy try to get a cheap thrill by touching
you."

The local train which stopped at our local station was only moderately full. I
leaned against the far door and eyed the passengers who boarded at the next
stop. Most people would get off at the next station, cross the platform and
board an express train. I was swept along with the crowd which rushed to board
the waiting express train before the doors closed. There was still enough room
so that I didn’t feel crushed until we stopped once more. The train became
really, really crowded and it was all I could do to retain my own few inches
of space. The train roared into the tunnel as I felt someone leaning against
me. "Oh, shit," I thought. "Mommy was right. But how can we help pushing
against each other with all these bumps and turns?"

My optimistic faith was soon shattered when I realized that some jerk-off was
resting his hand on my bottom with his fingers tracing the hem of panties. I
wiggled a little to the side, put my hand over his and sunk my finger nails
into his skin. The hand was suddenly drawn away. I smiled to myself and
relaxed against the door. Not a smart move. The weight of a male body now
pressing against me. I felt a prick pushing against the top of my ass.

That was it! Enough! I shot my elbow back and connected with his flabby belly.
A grunt and then more pressure against my back. I reached back, grabbed his
balls and squeezed. A load yelp as he tried to pull way but my grip and the
crowded train prevented his escape. The next stop was a relatively low traffic
station and I was determined use that to my advantage to hurt this pervert. I
released my grip and turned to face him. To my surprise, this wasn’t the
stereotypical drooling old degenerate but a rather cute guy in his mid to late
teens. Makes no difference to me. He was in for it.

As the train slowed pulled into the station and slowed down, I grabbed his
balls, squeezed and yanked. A look of horror as he tried to stifle his scream.
AS the door opened I drove my knee into his crotch and yanked him off the
train with me. My knee was a little off target but I did manage to take him by
surprise. He staggered but didn’t go down. I was determined not to give up the
little advantage I had so I came around his side and launched a kick at his
knee. Again he stumbled and again I kicked. He beginning to hobble. Realizing
I was no easy mark, he came at me in awkward boxer’s stance. I stepped in
really close, to close for him to hit me effectively, and stomped on his foot.
I didn’t really hurt him but it was enough to put him off guard. I grabbed his
arms with my hands in order to steady myself and drove my knee right into his
balls. A roar of pain as he doubled over clutching his injured balls. He fell
to his knees. Before he could collapse totally, I grabbed his ears and yanked
him to his feet. This time I drove my fist into his balls and watched him
collapse in tears.

I stood back for a few seconds and realized that a small crowd had gathered to
watch the fight. The men shifted uncomfortably at seeing a well built youth
totally devastated by a girl barely into puberty. Some of the women were
smiling and clapping, cheering me on.

I felt a glow of satisfaction at having punished the would be molester by
myself. I looked down at my defeated foe as he tried to get to his feet. He
was on his knees trying to shake off the cloud of pain and humiliation the
must have fogged his head when I moved in again. I slapped his face sending
him reeling to the side. As he lay whimpering on his side, I knelt beside him
and forced him onto his back. He looked toward me only half conscious.

I resumed my torment by driving my knee into his stomach. He yelped as the air
flew from his battered, defeated body. "Spread your legs," I ordered. "Now!
Right now." The on-lookers, probably fearing to be called as witnesses should
I really hurt this jerk-off, had mostly dispersed.

As I stood over him, preparing for my final move, I felt a tingle, a glow that
was more intense than anything I had ever experienced. I was incredibly turned
on. Sure, I had felt this way before when my girlfriends and I practiced
kissing, real open mouthed kissing so we would know how to do it when we were
with boys. But this was different, better.

I whipped my foot back and landed a wild kick to the balls of this cute guy
whom I had just kicked the hell out of.

It was such an incredible turn on. The train pulled in and I got on.

Wouldn’t it be so neat if I could beat up a guy and practice kissing with my
friends at the same time!

Mardee Louise Prynne

Marti340@aol.com