Mighty Express: Train Trouble Novels & Stories

I note smoothly, turning my head to meet Rafael's intense gaze without flinching. Jayson drops the headmaster back onto the floor with a heavy thud, wiping his hands on his trousers as a sharp, calculated light enters his eyes. "The midnight train from the capital was canceled two hours ago because someone rerouted all rail traffic through the eastern valley." "That would be my handiwork, Jayson, because I prefer managing our uninvited guests on our own terms rather than letting them waltz through the front gates unannounced," Rafael says softly, stepping half an inch closer to my side until his chest brushes my shoulder.

All passengers must exit the train at 95th Street Station. Cynthia groaned in protest and in frustration, hastening the motion of her hand as her master bit down on her neck. ‘Now,’ he growled, licking a long stripe up to her ear. A few short thrusts later, she could finally see the edge, and she let the sensation overwhelm her, warmth bursting out and through her as she exploded in the kind of climax she could feel in her toes and in her throat. ‘Fuck,’ Master grunted, pulling her up until he could fuck her freely from beneath her, pushing into her a half dozen more times before he tensed and cursed, sending a rush of liquid warm through her sex as he spilled and shuddered.

"Thralls are suicide units. They were just a distraction." The train lurched again, the screeching of metal on metal echoing through the floorboards. The speed was increasing exponentially. We were tearing down the mountain grade entirely out of control. "Killian," I said, the cosmic warning of my Crown vibrating against my skull. "The brakes are gone. And we are heading straight for the gorge."

“This might be the biggest decision in human economic history.” “Probably.” “And we’re deciding it on a subway train.” “Yep.” Marcus Changes the Game Back in Blackwell Tower— Marcus’s screen suddenly flashed. Jessica frowned. “What happened?” Marcus leaned forward. The signal from the master key had changed. The train had stopped moving. Marcus smiled slowly. “They’re getting off.” Jessica studied the map. “That’s Midtown.” Marcus stood. “Perfect.” He grabbed his coat. “You’re going out?” “Yes.” Jessica looked surprised. “You usually let other people handle these things.”

Meanwhile inside the house. "S-Stop! P-please~ No ahhhh~" Grace tried to break free from her grip, painful grib only to cause more pain when she tightened it more sharply. She was gone blind from the rage not noticing how much visible damage she was doing because in the past whenever she hit her it was always where it can't be seen by Aaron but this time it looks like she got mentally insane. Grace starts shaking in fear, ,the look in her mother in law eyes that shows how angry she is by the red streaks line in her usually black orbs and it's not a good sign .

Laila looks for the controls and presses the small lever connected to the rail track. "I told you not to touch anything!" I grumble. "Just calm down, nothing is going to—" she stops midtrack with the actual train track breaking and the train falling on the ground. "Oh my God!" My eyes grow wide. "Now, you just did it." *************

I need to get them like yesterday. “New message from Ryan.” The computer voice interrupted us. “Train departed the station thirteen hours ago. Tucker knows. We are en route to Chicago. How far are you?” “Do you want to reply?” “Yes.” David quickly answered. “Okay, what is your message?” “We are just passing Billings, Montana. Eighteen hours unless I turn on the lights.” The computer repeated the message before David confirmed to send it. “Can we do that? Like is that allowed? Would we get in trouble or something?” I asked. Do I want him to turn on the police lights and forget all traffic laws to get us there faster? Well fucking DUH. I want to go warp speed.

But as the train approached the platform, the deep sight flared—not with a threat, but with an overwhelming, suffocating sense of wrongness. The train was moving too fast. "Jace," Elara said, her posture instantly stiffening, her hand dropping to the polished iron staff at her hip. The locomotive didn't decelerate properly. The brakes shrieked, massive sparks showering from the tracks as the heavy iron wheels locked. It skidded into the station, overshooting the primary platform and slamming into the heavy hydraulic bumpers at the end of the line with a bone-jarring CRUNCH. Screams echoed from the lower civilian platforms.

Jax knelt beside her and gently brushed cum-soaked hair from her face. “You did so good, baby,” he murmured. “Took all those cocks like a champion whore.” Maya looked up at him with dazed, satisfied eyes. She felt ruined… and strangely free. A sudden crackle came over the speakers. “Attention passengers. Technical issues have been resolved. This train will resume service shortly. We apologize for the long delay.” The men quickly adjusted their clothes. Some slipped away to other cars. Others stayed, still stroking themselves as they looked at Maya’s wrecked body one last time.

Then I heard it—above, faint but real: Alexander’s roar. Mamá’s scream. Marco’s code. Lila’s gunfire. Rosa’s “¡Coño, Elena, fight!” They were coming. The train shuddered. The walls cracked. The passengers screamed. I grabbed the ticket. Didn’t sit. Tore it in half. The train exploded. Not fire. Light. White, blinding, ours. The cars dissolved, the memories shattered, the passengers burned. I fell upward, through the fracture, through the alley, into arms.