It wasn't during the morning rush hour, but rather the last train of the night.
After drinking too much at a university club party, I somehow managed to make it to the station platform, but I fell asleep on a bench.
The next thing I knew, someone was shaking my shoulder.
"Hey, miss, this is the last train. Are you getting on?"
It seemed I had slept until the last train.
"Y-yes, I'm getting on,"
I tried to say, but the words didn't come out.
However, the person seemed to understand and said, "Alright, can you stand?" while helping me up by my armpits.
I didn't notice until I got on the train, but the hand that was around my armpit was touching my breast. Taking advantage of my lack of reaction, the hand gradually moved, and by the time we boarded the train, it was firmly groping me, which made me realize what was happening.
But with my mind foggy and my body not responding as I wanted, I was led around the train car, unable to put up much resistance, and continued to be groped until I was seated in one of the face-to-face seats that occupied about half of the car.
Even though there were regular seats available, I was guided to the face-to-face seats, likely because the person had intended to molest me from the start.
When I sat down, I was exhausted from being forcibly walked around and wanted to lower my head, so I slumped forward without leaning back on the seat, allowing the man to continue playing with my breasts.
I wanted to say 'No, stop,' but the words wouldn't come out, and all I could do was moan, "Ugh..."
"What? Are you in pain? I'll take it off for you then..." he said, deliberately misunderstanding me and unhooking my bra.
It did make me feel a bit more comfortable, but the man then slipped his hand under my shirt, around my back, and under my loosened bra to directly fondle my breasts.
I was aware that this was bad, but my body felt disconnected from my mind, and I could only manage to shake my head weakly.
"What? Do you want to sit up?" he said, misunderstanding me again, and lifted my upper body.
As my head rose, I felt a bit lightheaded, and my consciousness began to fade.
In my faint awareness, I felt my shirt being lifted along with my bra, exposing both of my breasts, and I fell asleep as he began to play with them.
When I came to, I was lying on my side with my head on the man's lap, and he was still fondling my exposed breasts.
"Ugh..."
As I moaned, he said, "Oh, are you awake?" and lifted my upper body again.
In my dazed state, I felt him sucking on my nipples and slipping his hand between my thighs.
His hand moved up my loosely spread legs and began to rub my clitoris through my panties.
"Ah, ah..."
I tried desperately to voice my rejection, but he silenced me by kissing my lips.
Although I had been molested countless times before, I had never had my lips taken. I had been licked on my neck and earlobes, but never kissed.
His hand slipped past the edge of my panties and began to finger my genitals, while he deep-kissed me.
In my foggy mind, I couldn't tell if I was being violated by a molester or making out with a boyfriend.
Even so, I shook my head to express my rejection, but the dizziness from shaking my head caused me to collapse against the window, leaning on the wall.
The man then momentarily left my body, squatted in front of me, and slipped both hands under my skirt to grab the edge of my panties. He lifted my hips to pull them off in one swift motion, removed them from my legs, and put them in his pocket. He then sat next to me again, kissing my lips while fondling my genitals.
I tried desperately to close my legs, but he easily pried them open and inserted his fingers deep inside me.
Even with half my consciousness gone, I learned for the first time that I could still reach climax.
As I neared climax, I lost the strength, will, and awareness to resist, and I ended up accepting everything he did, even reflexively sucking on the tongue he thrust into my mouth.
At that moment, I thought that if he had put his genitals in my mouth, I might have sucked on them too.
Eventually, I reached climax, and the man continued to play with my limp body before getting off the train.
It was one stop before my station.
I somehow managed to clear my head, fix my disheveled clothes, and get off the train to go home.
The cold night air sobered me up a bit, and I wondered if it had all been a dream, but the lingering sensation in my breasts and the absence of my panties made me painfully aware that I had been violated by a molester.
It had lasted for about 30-40 minutes.
I could only be grateful that I hadn't been taken somewhere else, but it was the first time I had my lips taken by a molester and the first time my breasts were played with so much.
