21-10-2024, 09:12 AM
The morning air was thick, the gentle sway of the train a reminder that the journey was far from over. Her body lay exposed under the blanket, the residue of last night’s events still fresh on her skin, a cocktail of sweat and cum drying against her thighs. As the boys stirred, they exchanged glances, a smirk passing between them before one leaned in close, brushing her hair away from her flushed face.
"Don’t get dressed," he whispered, his voice still rough from sleep. The suggestion wasn’t a request—it was a command that hung in the air like a challenge.
She blinked, her body sore, every nerve tingling in the aftershocks of what they had done. "Y-Yes…" Her voice trembled, but the answer was instinctive by now, automatic. The word that once felt foreign now slipped from her lips without hesitation.
One of the boys grinned, running a hand down her naked back, fingers tracing the curves of her waist and hips. “Stay just like this, all day.”
She didn’t protest, her body too used to submission by now, the shame buried under layers of twisted desire. They sat her up, blanket falling away, leaving her exposed to the daylight streaming through the windows. Her veil still clung to her head, the last remnant of modesty, but even that felt meaningless now with how much of her was on display.
As the train continued its journey, more passengers filtered in and out of the car, their eyes widening when they saw her naked form sitting casually among the boys. Some hesitated, others couldn’t tear their eyes away, but most didn’t dare to say anything—at least not yet.
Then, one of the older men in the compartment approached, his eyes darting between the boys and her naked body. He licked his lips, curiosity turning to boldness. “How much for a half-hour with her?” he asked, voice low but firm.
One of the boys leaned back, grinning. "Five hundred for thirty minutes. She’ll say yes to anything." The words were casual, like they were offering a simple service, not selling her body to strangers.
The man’s eyes gleamed with lust, his hand already digging into his wallet. He handed over the cash, and the boys stepped aside, giving him access to her. "Go ahead," one of them said, waving his hand toward her as though she was nothing more than a plaything to be passed around.
She swallowed hard, her skin prickling under the man’s leering gaze. He reached out, his hand rough as it cupped her breast, squeezing hard enough to make her wince. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked, his voice dripping with sleaze.
Her lips parted, the word coming out soft but clear. “Yes…”
The train rattled on as he explored her body, his hands greedy, pulling and groping with no regard for her comfort. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, making her suck them before moving them down between her legs, rubbing roughly against her swollen clit. Her body tensed, but she didn’t fight, only moaning softly as he worked her over.
When his time was up, he walked away with a satisfied smirk, leaving her naked and disheveled. The boys watched with dark amusement, one of them patting her head like she was some obedient pet. "Good girl," he muttered.
The cycle repeated throughout the day, men from other compartments filtering in, exchanging cash for time with her. Some were rough, others more timid, but all of them took what they wanted. She found herself bending to their every demand, each *yes* tumbling from her lips without resistance.
Between encounters, she would walk to the bathroom to clean up, her naked form catching the eye of everyone she passed. The boys made sure she was well-advertised, spreading word that anyone could have their way with her for the right price. As she passed the vendors selling chai and water bottles, they too were offered a "free taste."
The chai vendor was first, his hands shaking with excitement as he approached her, his eyes roaming greedily over her body. He didn’t waste time, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into a corner, lifting her onto the counter where he thrust into her with little warning. She gasped, biting her lip to stifle her moans as his cock filled her, his hips slamming into hers with a brutal rhythm.
The water bottle seller followed, his cock hard before he even got close, already unzipping his pants as he approached. She knelt for him, mouth open, lips wrapped around his cock as he used her throat for his pleasure, his hands gripping the back of her head as he thrust deep into her mouth.
By evening, her body was sore, her skin flushed, every inch of her having been touched, groped, and used by strangers. But the boys weren’t done with her. As night fell and the train’s lights dimmed, they gathered around her again, pulling her into the same circle as before.
“Shower first,” one of them said, his voice low, almost commanding. “Then come back, naked. We’ve got plans for you tonight.”
She nodded, her body moving mechanically as she made her way to the bathroom, her legs weak from the constant use. Under the spray of the shower, she tried to wash away the shame, but it clung to her like a second skin. When she stepped out, water dripping from her bare body, she didn’t bother with a towel. She walked back to the boys, naked as they had demanded, her skin still glistening.
They wasted no time. The leader grabbed her first, pulling her onto his lap, his cock already hard as he positioned her above him. “Ride me,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he lowered her onto his cock. She gasped as he filled her, the sensation overwhelming after everything that had happened today.
But this time, they wanted more. As she rode him, another boy came up behind her, spreading her ass cheeks, his cock pressing against her tight hole. “You’re gonna take both of us,” he muttered, and before she could respond, he pushed inside, stretching her painfully as he forced his way into her ass.
She cried out, the double penetration too much, her body convulsing as they both fucked her at the same time, their cocks filling her completely. They moved in unison, one thrusting while the other pulled back, their rhythm perfect as they used her body.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” one of them groaned, his hands gripping her waist so hard it left bruises.
The others watched, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. When the two boys finally came, filling both her pussy and ass with their cum, they pulled out and passed her to the next. This time, they wanted something kinkier.
One boy tied her wrists behind her back, pushing her onto all fours as he positioned himself beneath her, his cock sliding into her pussy while another boy thrust into her mouth. She was trapped between them, her body shaking with each thrust as they took her from both ends. The others slapped her ass, leaving red handprints across her skin as they cheered each other on, urging them to fuck her harder, deeper.
When they were done, they flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Another boy climbed on top of her, his cock slipping into her ass while someone else fucked her pussy. She moaned, her voice hoarse from the constant use, her body trembling as they pushed her to the edge of exhaustion.
The night dragged on, the boys getting more adventurous with each round, using her body in every way they could think of. They made her ride them, fuck them from behind, suck them off, her body nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure.
By morning, she was a wreck—her skin bruised, her body aching, every inch of her used and claimed by them. As the sun rose and the train approached her destination, the boys finally let her rest, leaving her naked and spent on the seat, her body sticky with their cum.
She lay there, eyes half-closed, the train’s gentle sway lulling her into a daze. It was almost over… or at least, she thought it was.
"Don’t get dressed," he whispered, his voice still rough from sleep. The suggestion wasn’t a request—it was a command that hung in the air like a challenge.
She blinked, her body sore, every nerve tingling in the aftershocks of what they had done. "Y-Yes…" Her voice trembled, but the answer was instinctive by now, automatic. The word that once felt foreign now slipped from her lips without hesitation.
One of the boys grinned, running a hand down her naked back, fingers tracing the curves of her waist and hips. “Stay just like this, all day.”
She didn’t protest, her body too used to submission by now, the shame buried under layers of twisted desire. They sat her up, blanket falling away, leaving her exposed to the daylight streaming through the windows. Her veil still clung to her head, the last remnant of modesty, but even that felt meaningless now with how much of her was on display.
As the train continued its journey, more passengers filtered in and out of the car, their eyes widening when they saw her naked form sitting casually among the boys. Some hesitated, others couldn’t tear their eyes away, but most didn’t dare to say anything—at least not yet.
Then, one of the older men in the compartment approached, his eyes darting between the boys and her naked body. He licked his lips, curiosity turning to boldness. “How much for a half-hour with her?” he asked, voice low but firm.
One of the boys leaned back, grinning. "Five hundred for thirty minutes. She’ll say yes to anything." The words were casual, like they were offering a simple service, not selling her body to strangers.
The man’s eyes gleamed with lust, his hand already digging into his wallet. He handed over the cash, and the boys stepped aside, giving him access to her. "Go ahead," one of them said, waving his hand toward her as though she was nothing more than a plaything to be passed around.
She swallowed hard, her skin prickling under the man’s leering gaze. He reached out, his hand rough as it cupped her breast, squeezing hard enough to make her wince. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked, his voice dripping with sleaze.
Her lips parted, the word coming out soft but clear. “Yes…”
The train rattled on as he explored her body, his hands greedy, pulling and groping with no regard for her comfort. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, making her suck them before moving them down between her legs, rubbing roughly against her swollen clit. Her body tensed, but she didn’t fight, only moaning softly as he worked her over.
When his time was up, he walked away with a satisfied smirk, leaving her naked and disheveled. The boys watched with dark amusement, one of them patting her head like she was some obedient pet. "Good girl," he muttered.
The cycle repeated throughout the day, men from other compartments filtering in, exchanging cash for time with her. Some were rough, others more timid, but all of them took what they wanted. She found herself bending to their every demand, each *yes* tumbling from her lips without resistance.
Between encounters, she would walk to the bathroom to clean up, her naked form catching the eye of everyone she passed. The boys made sure she was well-advertised, spreading word that anyone could have their way with her for the right price. As she passed the vendors selling chai and water bottles, they too were offered a "free taste."
The chai vendor was first, his hands shaking with excitement as he approached her, his eyes roaming greedily over her body. He didn’t waste time, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her into a corner, lifting her onto the counter where he thrust into her with little warning. She gasped, biting her lip to stifle her moans as his cock filled her, his hips slamming into hers with a brutal rhythm.
The water bottle seller followed, his cock hard before he even got close, already unzipping his pants as he approached. She knelt for him, mouth open, lips wrapped around his cock as he used her throat for his pleasure, his hands gripping the back of her head as he thrust deep into her mouth.
By evening, her body was sore, her skin flushed, every inch of her having been touched, groped, and used by strangers. But the boys weren’t done with her. As night fell and the train’s lights dimmed, they gathered around her again, pulling her into the same circle as before.
“Shower first,” one of them said, his voice low, almost commanding. “Then come back, naked. We’ve got plans for you tonight.”
She nodded, her body moving mechanically as she made her way to the bathroom, her legs weak from the constant use. Under the spray of the shower, she tried to wash away the shame, but it clung to her like a second skin. When she stepped out, water dripping from her bare body, she didn’t bother with a towel. She walked back to the boys, naked as they had demanded, her skin still glistening.
They wasted no time. The leader grabbed her first, pulling her onto his lap, his cock already hard as he positioned her above him. “Ride me,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he lowered her onto his cock. She gasped as he filled her, the sensation overwhelming after everything that had happened today.
But this time, they wanted more. As she rode him, another boy came up behind her, spreading her ass cheeks, his cock pressing against her tight hole. “You’re gonna take both of us,” he muttered, and before she could respond, he pushed inside, stretching her painfully as he forced his way into her ass.
She cried out, the double penetration too much, her body convulsing as they both fucked her at the same time, their cocks filling her completely. They moved in unison, one thrusting while the other pulled back, their rhythm perfect as they used her body.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” one of them groaned, his hands gripping her waist so hard it left bruises.
The others watched, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. When the two boys finally came, filling both her pussy and ass with their cum, they pulled out and passed her to the next. This time, they wanted something kinkier.
One boy tied her wrists behind her back, pushing her onto all fours as he positioned himself beneath her, his cock sliding into her pussy while another boy thrust into her mouth. She was trapped between them, her body shaking with each thrust as they took her from both ends. The others slapped her ass, leaving red handprints across her skin as they cheered each other on, urging them to fuck her harder, deeper.
When they were done, they flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Another boy climbed on top of her, his cock slipping into her ass while someone else fucked her pussy. She moaned, her voice hoarse from the constant use, her body trembling as they pushed her to the edge of exhaustion.
The night dragged on, the boys getting more adventurous with each round, using her body in every way they could think of. They made her ride them, fuck them from behind, suck them off, her body nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure.
By morning, she was a wreck—her skin bruised, her body aching, every inch of her used and claimed by them. As the sun rose and the train approached her destination, the boys finally let her rest, leaving her naked and spent on the seat, her body sticky with their cum.
She lay there, eyes half-closed, the train’s gentle sway lulling her into a daze. It was almost over… or at least, she thought it was.
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