Train travel can be a wonderful low-cost, fast, convenient, and comfortable way to travel across Rynoshia; but, as with any journey, it’s best to make a few preparations before you leave home, such as preparing your payment before embarking. Here are some tips from the ETA to help this process remain as efficient and convenient as possible!
- You must have your submissive’s holes stretched before you come to the train station.
- Plugs of standard size 1, 3, and (for 3-hole submissives) 5 are sold in sets at any luggage retailer. They often come in many colours and materials, but always look for the Railway Inspection approval stamp before buying!
- Plugs for nipples are required to be size 3, regardless of what size plug you use at home. If size 3 does not fit snugly enough, please, for everyone’s safety, make sure to reduce the size of your submissive’s nipples until it is leash-snug! This will ensure your submissive’s safety aboard!
- It is recommended you prepare your submissive ahead of time with the proper sizing for a smooth journey! Remember, it’s as easy as 1-3-5!
- Stimulating your submissive’s clitoris and scrotum are a fun way to pass the time—try engorging them with irritation, suction, or even a saline or glucose infusion for a more enjoyable payment experience for the both of you! An orgasming submissive is a happy submissive!
- SPDER Devices™ are now permitted on all ETA trains (long-distance, local, and express); however, passengers must book in advance, to vouchsafe their place in the SPDER Device™ car, and use the ETA SPDER Device™ programme at all times while on board.
- Other Devices are still not permitted aboard ETA trains. THIS INCLUDES CHASTITY DEVICES. There are to be no chastity devices on submissives coming aboard, they interfere with the Payment Seats and will be treated as fare evasion and undue submissive cruelty.
- Hollow plugs are not permitted on any ETA trains! Plugs must be fully removed when installing submissives during boarding, to prevent fare evasion.
All RPIs must wear gloves at all times; wash hands and change gloves at approved sinks between installations!
If submissive has legs, use FlexBrass™ straps around mid-thigh, knee, and mid-calf to secure legs, fully folded, to walls of Payment Seat. If submissive has teats, follow below procedure:
After procedure above, or if submissive has no teats, follow procedure below:
ETA PASSENGER REMINDER
Travelling unaccompanied is against eta rules. Those travelling without payment will be penalised. Repeat offenders will be banned from travel on eta trains.
All RPIs must wear gloves at all times; wash hands and change gloves at approved sinks between installations!
Single riders are to be installed in tanker compartments at the back of the train. There are three (3) tanker compartments per tanker car, and three (3) tanker cars.
If all tanker compartments are full, and you find another single rider, use one of the two Limbo Seats located at the front and back of the tanker car.
Single Riders are not to be negotiated with. It is recommended that staff do not speak to them, except to give orders.
The red-uniformed train conductor led him silently down the entire train, down the narrow, burnished metal of the hallways, until they reached the back of the train. Taking out her key, the conductor opened a metal door labelled Limbo Seat. Inside was no seat at all, but two foot-outlines on the edges of the closet floor and, on posts in the middle, thick, knobby, painfully-hard looking phalli made of brass.
He swallowed, hard.
‘Left foot on the red, right foot on yellow,’ was all the conductor said, and pushed him firmly. ‘Get in, face the back, on your toes.’
He couldn’t help but obey, feeling shame at being In Trouble as much as he felt the continuing confusion about what he was in trouble for, and where was he?? But he obeyed, and didn’t ask. Just like he’d obeyed and didn’t ask when the conductor had, upon finding out he was ‘a single rider’, told him to strip. He’d always obeyed any authority when he was scared….
He heard the snap of latex gloves, and felt hands brusquely spread his ass and firmly push something into his urethra. It was big, and stretched him horrifically tightly, just at the edge of pain; and he swallowed down a sob as it made its way all the way up, into his full bladder. After that, the larger of the two phalli was pushed into his vagina, at the same time the other was pushed into his anus. They were lubed, but covered in bumps that were almost—but not quite—spikes, and his breaths grew ragged as they invaded his body.
The conductor shut the door, and left him there, his holes aching, the train’s movement and rocking jostling them—because he wasn’t strapped in, he still had to balance, stand on his own. And having the phalli inserted while he was standing on his toes meant that if he lowered to stand flat-footed, he’d push himself deeper onto them.
The train hit a bump, and made the decision for him; he screamed as he rocked back onto his heels, the phalli inside him shoving deeper, the metal unforgiving, already warmed to his body’s temperature. His urethra ached, and he wondered why it wasn’t actually in pain yet—was there something numbing in the lube? Also, why was this happening? What had he done wrong?
He couldn’t help but think of the rows of seats, pairs along the aisle, always with one person sitting perfectly normally, reading a book, or sometimes playing with the other person’s swollen, shiny clit (if they had one) or huge, taut balls (if they had them), sometimes whispering softly into their ear.
The other person, who was naked and stuffed full of the kind of very secure enema nozzles that locked with a balloon on both sides, in every orifice, anyone with tits having them hauled up by plugs in the nipples. Some of them didn’t have legs, or arms, or either, he realised with quiet horror, going over the memories as he stood there in the dark with nothing else to do. But, most of all, he’d noticed their bellies were all in identical states of being filled, expanding and, as he’d walked almost all the way down, there was a chorus consisting of a single clang, and the hoses all jerked slightly, and the bellies began to shrink.
What did it mean?
What was the Enigma Transit Authority?
The train stopped, and he heard, and felt, something in the car he was in, something right next to him, get unlatched, and the entire car rocked, like something heavy was falling out of it. It jostled the metal within him enough that he gasped, and sobbed. Bracing his hands on the walls of the closet didn’t help, and he couldn’t exactly balance using his core muscles, or his legs, not without tightening his holes against the phalli.
Someone opened the door to his closet, and pulled the phalli, and the thing in his urethra, out.
‘Step out.’
He did so, holes feeling both relieved and desperately empty. The conductor pushed him down the narrow passage a little ways, to a sliding door like the ones to a sleeper compartment. He was pushed inside, finding it had been the thing that opened—the outer wall lifted up to open it, and he saw, being rolled onto a utility cart by two people in blue coveralls, what seemed like a huge red water balloon for a moment, before he realised it was spidered with veins, it was a belly, and was twitching. Every twitch was accompanied by the sound of a gush of liquid plashing on the concrete of the platform, which seemed to be one for utility, rather than passengers.
‘Thanks, Frank!’ came a voice from someone he couldn’t see, how sounded like they were just past the compartment, on the side of the train. One of the workmen waved, and the compartment closed. He hadn’t realised he’d been locked in, until the great door latched shut.
His holes were immediately invaded again, this time by flexible metal hoses, that moved on their own, burying their hot nozzles in him, urethra first and anus and vagina only a second after. He shrieked, feeling the hoses starting to winch him backward, and he couldn’t resist their pulling him backwards, pulled by such a tender part of his body, and he struggled to keep up with their speed, not having breath to sob or do anything but whimper, as they reeled him against the wall of the compartment. The nozzles were smooth, but felt bigger, and yet he felt the heat force his holes, and his entire pelvic floor, to relax around them, letting his body weight sink him further, the relaxation letting them push deeper.
God, they were going to turn him into that thing he’d just seen, that enormous red balloon of a belly, that happened to have what remained of its owner attached.
His clit was aching, he couldn’t help it, even through the humiliation, and the horror, he couldn’t… he shouldn’t be curious, he shouldn’t…
The train started to move again, and he felt the feverish liquid start to flow.
It was starting.
There was nothing he could do, now, he’d just have to… to experience.
Why was that so… so hot? Maybe it was just the literal heat of the nozzles inside him…. It was so, so hot in here… he grew hazy, the water’s warmth radiating the metal walls of the compartment, turning it into a kind of incubator, and the warmth forced everything it touched to relax. The nozzles… he could feel them, not letting his body get used to them before they pushed, expanded his holes with a jerk.
It didn’t let him sleep, and the pressure scrambled his body’s ability to know if it was hungry, the water being absorbed just enough to keep him from dehydrating, though he was slick with sweat by now, feeling almost feverish from the heat. He realised what would happen, then—sleep-deprived and feverish, locked in this featureless compartment, the only stimulation being this filling, the way his holes were being stretched ever wider by a cruel, unfeeling machine… it was robbing him of even being able to coherently articulate what he’d realised… it kept him at the edge of pain, he didn’t know how long, always pushing, always inching him farther and farther, his clit was aching, why wasn’t anything paying attention to his clit…?
When he felt his navel evert, he nearly came—but the first pulse of orgasm seemed to trigger the nozzles to expand faster, harsher, and the pain of being stretched taut stopped his body from continuing, stopping the orgasm dead in its tracks.
He giggled, delirious, at the way that turn of phrase was so appropriate….
When his belly pressed against the floor, he realised it was making him move upward, the pressure of his belly pushing him on a track, slowly, until, hours later, his head was only a few inches from the top of the compartment, his belly drooping heavily, still filling, red from the heat and the strain and shiny with sweat.
His holes ached, bruised and stretched around the metal of the expanding nozzles, which seemed to be what was holding him up, using his bodyweight to keep them inside, the expansion keeping him from leaking as they filled him steadily onward….
When he felt his navel touch the other end of the compartment, felt it touch a panel that immediately gave, pressing flat against the compartment wall, his belly had already hit both sides and the ceiling, squeezed now into a tube shape by the shape of the compartment.
The train stopped, and he heard the same latches of the door open again, and air that felt very cold hit the side of his belly, startling him; and the tubes retracted from him all at once, the jerking making him teeter and fall from the compartment, his belly sloshing, flushed red and stretched taut by now, rolling him out of the train and onto a train platform, helplessly.
And this platform was full of people, all in pairs. He wasn’t on a utility cart, nobody was moving him. The train was closing, and people were getting on and off, ignoring him as he struggled to squeeze his ruined holes shut, feeling the water gushing out of him, his bladder emptying the most unstoppably.
He couldn’t move, his belly was too big, too heavy; but shame made him struggle, despite the liquid gushing out of him. He soon exhausted himself, forced to lay there until he felt someone pulling him by the legs, rolling him across the platform, felt someone shove cold nozzles into his anus and vagina, and suddenly something was sucking the fluid out of him, even as his bladder kept emptying out of his control. He covered his burning face, unable to face the world while he was like this.
‘You shouldn’t travel alone, you know. Didn’t your Dominant tell you that?’
He peeked through his fingers, and along with the soaking wet platform, he saw a tall, tanned blonde standing next to a bulbous pink suitcase. She was in a bright pink shiny bodysuit that had white-edged holes in it to bare her rather stuffed-looking tits and her elegant cock; and her bright natural pink nipples and cock were plugged with hot pink plugs that matched the bodysuit, the plugs having rings in them and gold numbers on the base. While her nipples were rather enormous, dwarfing the size of her tits a little, and barely strained around the “3” plugs, he could see the shape of the plug in her cock beneath the skin, and it stretched her cock out in the middle. She had nothing below this cock, her bodysuit made this obvious.
‘I don’t have a Dominant,’ was all he could think to say.
‘Oh! Well, I was going to treat someone, but they never showed up, so I can be yours, and you can pay for my fare. Where were you going?’
‘I don’t know,’ he said, as his bladder finally stopped, aching with relief. ‘I-I’m new in town.’
‘Awesome, we can just go where I was going, then!’
The machine finally seemed to be done with him, and he shakily stepped away from it, ready to follow this blonde barbie of a woman anywhere, if she would keep him safe from the punishment and public humiliation he’d just experienced.
She was already digging through one of the drawstring compartments of her bubbly suitcase. It was made of hot pink shiny stuff, like her bodysuit, and had one big compartment whose opening he couldn’t see, and two smaller ones on top of that, which closed with pink drawstrings. She was digging through one of these, careful not to leet anything actually fall out of it.
‘Let’s see, I think I have another set of plugs in here… here they are! Do you mind if they’re pink? Course not! C’mon, bend over and spread.’
He hesitated.
‘C’mon; it’s okay, you’re stretched enough it won’t feel like barely anything, and they’ll take them right out when we get on board anyways!’
She was so cheerful and reassuring, and she had helped save him… he turned his back to her, bending over and spreading his ass. He felt her gently push a very small-feeling plug into his stretched-out urethra—it went as deep as the nozzles had, all the way to his bladder, the slightly bulbed tip holding it in, despite how slack his holes were, including the entrance to his bladder….
‘Oooone,’ she said, then pushed one into his vagina; and he felt the bulbous tip breach his cervix, just like the metal of all the phalli and nozzles…
‘Twooo,’ she said, and then pushed the last one into his ass. ‘Threeee,’ she said, and patted both cheeks of his ass with her hands gently. ‘Up. Good boy! C’mon, let’s clean you up and we can take the next train to Vox-Lo!’