03-05-2026, 01:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-05-2026, 03:25 PM by SilverArrow. Edited 7 times in total. Edited 7 times in total.)
Monica gripped the steering wheel, her sharp jawline focused on the endless brake lights.
“Rak, this traffic is actually murdering me,” she said. “We’re never reaching Delhi tonight like this”
Rakesh slouched in the passenger seat, face grey from the hangover. " please yaar. Take the village shortcut. It’ll save us three hours atleast. My head is killing me.”
Monica sighed. “Rak, those roads are notorious and it’s getting dark. I don’t like it.”
“Mon, come on"
She shrugged, flicked the indicator and turned onto the narrow village road.
Fifteen minutes later a young boy on a bicycle suddenly appeared in front of the car. Monica slammed the brakes hard but still clipped him. The boy fell hard. Within seconds a small crowd of men gathered.
Monica slammed angrily "Shit!!! "
Few men banged the rear of the car and demanded both Monica and Rakesh to step out!!
The men gathered stared at her openly.
Her deep cleavage spilled out between her much bigger, heavier breasts. The tight jeans made her round, firm ass look even more sexy.
One guy leaned to his friend, speaking in crass Punjabi:
“Oye yaar bhenchoddddd.., dekh ki mast item hai!!"
Another replied : “zanab , is di tight gaand dekh. Main bolun to is nu jungle vich le jaake poora pind is di gaand mare!! "
Rakesh heard the tone. He looked worried.. He pulled Monica
“these guys look dangerous. Get back in right now!”
Monica threw almost three thousand rupees to the injured boy's uncle or father she does not know.
“Sorry… take this for him! Go..go to the nearby hospital please.” She jumped in and sped away.
Two men chased on bikes, throwing stones. One cracked the windshield. They finally escaped but the car was badly damaged.
Thankfully Monica could drive it beyond the village and spot a small roadside garage, The mechanic said it would take at least one full day to repair the damage.
Both looked frustrated since they had important office meetings tomorrow.
Someone at the garage told about the nearby railway station....
Rakesh looked at Monica, Monica nodded "Let's try, we don't have options"
They decided to take the train from the nearby station — the daily train to Delhi at 9:40 PM.
The station was weird, something Monica never saw in lifetime. Dark and desolate with few hawkers and even fewer passengers. Prostitutes lined the platform trying to get whatever customers they could. Filthy garbage piled up on the corner. A group of four rough men spotted Monica immediately
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Rakesh somehow hurried and pushed through the queue to try for a ticket, but could buy only general class tickets before the train started chugging out from the platform..
Rakesh muttered, " Shit we gonna miss this train also "
Monica snapped " Fuck getting reserved tickets Rakesh, Run.. We need to board this train "
The train started and stopped mid way much to their respite, giving them time to board one of the sleeper compartments
.. Jam packed with cheap labourers and reeking of sweat and smell of urine from the unclean bathrooms, Monica shuddered before entering the shadowy dark compartment..
Shady smelly labourers oogled like wolf at Monica, wondering what such a hottie was doing in a secluded village station..
" Rak, keep walking, I can't travel in this compartment, these bastards are undressing me off with their eyes "
" Let's try the next compartment.. "
Rakesh moved ahead trying to push through men and children lying and sleeping on the train floor !
The next compartment was even worse as people were literally slept inside the train washroom..
" What the fuck is this Rak, people sleeping inside washroom? Is this the condition of our country in 2026 ?" Monica felt like throwing up..
" Let's try the next one Monica "
" Rak, let's get down in the next station, Fuck!!! I under estimated, this is worse than hell! " Monica put a mask on her face to avoid the stink..
As they waded into the third compartment, they met that same group of men who tried to brush against Monica's ass at the ticket counter..
"It's just getting worse Rakesh, Fuck it " Monica slammed her handbag angrily..
Rakesh asked one of the men in the group " Bhai Saab aap log ke reservation hai? "
The men looked up "Sirjee, humlog ke reservation to hai...Aap log Delhi ja rahe ho?”
Rakesh nodded. “Haan ji, lekin reservation nahi hai ”
" Koi nahi, baitho ji...madam aap bhi baitho koi dikkat nai hai ." The men sat close to each other and gave good space to Monica and Rakesh to sit on the opposite side.
The men seemed to be factory workers and settled down and adjusted their enormous amount of luggage - bed, beddings, utensils, clothes as if it was some junkyard..
The stocky man who had thick hands and heavy voice asked Rakesh in crass Punjabi "ab batao ji, gaon vich kya hua? Accident lag gaya si?”
Monica’s big eyes widened. How the fuck they knew..Shit!!!
Rakesh tried pretending " Kya?"
Another rough looking man in the group grinned " Ghabrao ni Saab, aap log ko motor garage pe dekha..islie..sab thik hai na?"
Monica switched to Hindi. “Haan ji bhaisaab, baas ignition pe problem thi...islie.. "
Monica whispered to Rakesh " Rak, I just think they saw us at the garage, I don't think they know about the accident or the kid, so just play along!! "
Rakesh nodded!!
Rakesh laughed lightly . “Aap log ko bahut shukriya ji . Bahut log aise madad nahi karte. Hum dono bahut tired bhi the ”
The stocky man grinned
" Aree bhai, aaram Karo jagah chota hai lekin adjust kar lenge ji.. Kyu Rafiq? "
The stocky man was Javed and the muscular one was Rafiq. The other two Pappu and chottu. They all worked in a glass factory near ghaziabad and had come to their villages for the weekend...
They left a generous space for Monica and behaved gentlemanly quite gentlemanly!!
Rakesh still hesitated for this help and asked " Javed Saab, aap log ko itni takleef nhi lena chahie, aap log ki reserved ticket hai !!"
Javed laughed " Saab, aini thand pe kaha jaoge madam ko leke? Kaha bhi safe nhi hai, aaram se befikar baitho ji na!!"
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Rakesh, Monica and Javed, Rafiq started talking about stations which are all haunted in that route.
Monica couldn't help but laugh and looked at Rakesh " Ghosts really? That's the only thing left for this eventful night.
Rakesh was yawning like a kid, but both he and Monica could not fall asleep, not in that stinking compartment by any mean. So they just listened to the funny nonsense the men spoke about ghosts in their village. The train halted at another noisy station. And much to the despair of Monica, three four stinking sadhus got inside the compartment and sat in the lower berth near Rakesh and Monica. These sadhus were old, like really old, won't be surprising if one of them would even cross 100 years of age!
Monica muttered silently "Rak, what circus is this now? These assholes have not taken bath for more than a decade for sure, how am I going to survive this for the night "
Even Rakesh felt sick with the smell and filth.. He whispered " Mon, I know but what can I do these sadhus have reserved tickets "
Javed understood the dilemma, he spoke softly " Saab badbu to kafi aa rahe, hum log ek kaam karte hai, upar ke berth pe chale jate hai ji! Adjust kar lenge kyu?"
Monica spoke loudly which now even Javed and others could hear " Look Rakesh, even this factory guy Javed has better judgement than you!! "
Rakesh felt quite humiliated at this crude comparison with Javed and that too in front of all of Javed's friends... But he ignored the jibe, as the sadhus started making their bed to sleep almost rudely pushing them off!!
Rakesh felt like throwing up, the stink making it worse, his head spinning round..
Javed held Rakesh by the arm " Aree bhai tabiyat bigad gaayi kya? Aap aaram karo"
Rakesh meekly protested " No Javed bhai, main thik Hoon! "
" Bilkul nahi Saab, oye Pappu upar wala berth saaf kar jaldi,upar chalo Saab "
Rakesh was coughing badly, the suffocation inside the compartment killing him!!
Javed and Rafiq held him and almost carried him to the upper berth as Rakesh felt weak in his muscles , Rakesh looked sorry.. Monica gave him a sleeping tablet "Don't worry Rak, you will be okay, just relax"
The compartment got worse — more people lying on the floor, luggage everywhere, smell of sweat and piss getting thicker. Rakesh started dozing against the dirty pillow given by Pappu.
Rafiq looked at Monica : “Memsaab, upar wali side berth khali hai. Aap upar baith jao. Neeche itni bheed aur luggage, aapko takleef hogi. Hum adjust kar lenge.”
She hesitated. The lower berth was hell — sadhus openly staring at her tits, luggage poking her.
She hesitated , but climbed up.Javed said after sometime, “Hum bhi upar aate hain madam, idhar yeh sadhu log baithne nhi de rahe ”
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Monica thought for a second. She had no option, the sadhus chanted some weird mantra and rudely asked both Javed and Rafiq to buzz off!
They climbed up and sat on the other side of the upper berth, leaving proper space. Their thick frame and heavy body radiated heat which made Monica uncomfortable. The train moved at breakneck speed.
“Memsaab, garam parathe khao ji, ghar ke banaye hain,” Javed requested Monica after opening a steel lunch box which had modest parathas and pickle.
“Nahi ji, aap log khao. Mujhe bilkul bhuk nhi hai .” Monica refused politely..
They ate like hungry gluttons, not leaving a single crumb of parathas in the box.
Monica's phone battery died. The charger was in her bag tucked near the edge of the upper berth, down near the floor.
“Bag mein charger hai,” she and turned around, got on all fours on the narrow upper berth, and reached down to grab it. Her tight jeans stretched hard over her round, firm sexy ass — the denim digging deep into her crack, showing the perfect curve.
Javed and Rafiq’s eyes locked on it.
Javed leaned close to Rafiq and whispered , voice low and filthy:
“Oye bhenchod, dekh us di gaand! Ki mast tight gaand hai yaar…”
Rafiq grinned, eyes glued to her ass, already rubbing himself:
"is di tight gaand vich lund ghusa ke zor zor se pelna hai is memsaab ko raat bhar . Bhen di laudi, aisi gaand roz nahi milti.”
They both started stroking their cocks slowly under the blanket, watching her struggle to reach the bag, her bigger heavier breasts hanging and moving inside the low-cut top.
Monica finally got the charger, sat back up, little surprised at how the men looked at her iphone which was such a common thing in Gurgaon, but may be an unusual luxury in the village they come from, but what they were really oogling at was her sexy ass!!
The train rattled on through the dark, stinking night , Monica and Javed and Rafiq chatted along, about their village life, ghaziabad job, they asked for vacancies in Monica's company..
"Madam aapke company pe koi job Lagwa do..yeh glass factory ke pagar bahut Kam hai "
Monica thought to help as they spoke about their horribly poor salary and how each one of them supported at least ten or more family members.
" How many kids you have " Monica asked curious
" Memsaab, mere teen aulad hai, sab ladke, Rafiq bhai ke chaar aulad, fir biwi, bhai, behen itna bara pariwar sirf 20000 hazar mahine se kase chalaenge"
The train was rocking hard. Rakesh was half-conscious on the upper berth, mumbling something in his sleep
Javed and Rafiq had moved closer on the narrow berth. Their legs were almost touching hers now.
Monica said " Thik hai.. I will try, aap log ke koi CV wagera hai? Kase kaam kar sakte ho?"
Rafiq smiled " CV bana denge memsaab.. Computer wagera to nhi aata ji, lekin security guard ki naukri kar lenge.. Kyu Javed? "
Javed nodded
" I will give my HR email I'd, aap log CV bhej dena.. main HR ko bata bhi dungi" Monica replied
Memsaab, aap thak gayi ho na? Aaram se let jao. Hum log side mein baith jaate hain,” Javed said
She hesitated. The lower berth was still hell — sadhus snoring loudly, one of them scratching his balls openly while staring up at her. And each station the train stopped, swarms of people entered the dark dimly lit compartment like insects. People lay down wherever they could.. Over the floor, near the bathroom, all over the seats.. Seats which could accommodate just 3 people had 10 men jostling for space within...on top of it, it was stinking and all the extra people made the compartment hot and claustrophobic inspite of the January North India winters..
Both men shifted but didn’t move much. Now she was lying on her side, facing the window, with Javed behind her and Rafiq near her legs. The blanket was thin. She could feel the heat from their bodies.
The train sped through the dark. Monica tried to close her eyes but couldn’t sleep. Every time the train jerked, she felt Javed’s leg brush against her ass. She ignored it the first two times. The third time she felt his hand rest on her ass “by mistake”.
She turned her head slightly, Javed smiled in the dark, “Sorry memsaab, jagah kam hai. Adjust kar lo.”
But he didn’t move his hand. Instead, his fingers slowly pressed into her tight jeans, feeling the curve of her ass.
Monica’s heart started beating fast. She looked down at Rakesh on the berth below. He was completely out, mouth open, snoring lightly. Useless as always.
Rafiq leaned forward and whispered..
Monica couldn’t understand Punjabi but she could feel the change in the air. Their breathing had become heavier. Javed’s hand was no longer “accidentally” on her — it was openly squeezing her ass now, his fingers digging into the tight denim.
She whispered in firm voice , “Javed ji…yeh aap Kya kar rahe ho app?”
Javed leaned close to her ear and replied his voice thick, “memsaab, niche dekhie..kitna saare tagda banda baithe hai..hum kya kare jagah hi nhi hai ji”
Rafiq moved closer too. His hand came from the front and rested on her thighs, slowly moving up towards her crotch.
Monica’s body tensed. She could feel her heart pounding faster than the night train..She wanted to scream but the compartment was full of sleeping people. The sadhus below were snoring loudly. Rakesh was dead to the world.
The train entered a long tunnel. One of those tunnels which come so suddenly.. Everything went pitch black. The sound of the rattling engine intensified..
And in the darkness, the horror slowly unfolded ..
Monica felt Javed’s hand slide under her top from behind, his rough fingers touching the bare skin of her waist, playing nicely with the smooth milky skin of her waist...
Monica tried to squirm and hold Javed's thick hairy hands, but she could not even match his raw animalistic power.
She was panting " I... I will shout now bastard!! " Monica could hardly utter... The fear and filth of the dirty act scared her so much..
" Finally bol rahi hu aap dono jail jaoge, stop it" Monica whispered after struggling out of their bear like hands..
Javed coldly whispered " Memsaab, yeh train hamare har Roz ka safar hai, koi p-o-l-i-c-e, volice nahi aaata yaha, aap bahut khoobsurat ho, aur samajhdar bhi, koi chillane ki koshish ki to aap dono ko bhari nuksaan hogi " His bloodshot eyes had a kind of ferocity which sent shivers down Monica's throat .
Javed’s hand was already inside Monica’s top, his rough fingers touching her bare stomach, slowly moving up.
Rafiq’s fingers had more sinister filthy plans as it edged closer to the button of her jeans, Monica’s body went stiff. She was breathing as if she had just completed a marathon.
She whispered in a low, angry voice
“madarchodd ... haath hata last time bol rahi hu!! .Jail pe sarega tu log”
Javed didn’t remove his hand. He pressed closer and whispered back in Hindi, calm but firm,
“Memsaab, aap ke liye ek gift hai..chota sa” and Monica saw trembling how he slowly took out a small sharp pencil knife which shone even in the darkness...
" Aab aur kitna juban chalayga bol "
Monica gasped in fear, Javed jabbed the knife straight near her throat..
" Kya Hua bol, chilla abhi.. Chilla memsaab! " Javed teased her with the knife near her throat..
Suddenly the train jerked violently, Monica felt the knife would pierce her...Something heavy fell from the lower berth with a loud crash. Rakesh woke up with a jolt, his head spinning. He tried to sit up, confused and groggy.
“Monica…? Kya hua…?”
The moment Rakesh’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw Javed’s hand inside Monica’s top and the shiny knife..
His face went pale with shock and anger.
“Tu kya kar raha hai bhenchod?!” Rakesh hissed, trying to get up.
Before he could move, Pappu (who had climbed up silently) pressed another cold, sharp knife against Rakesh’s throat from behind. The blade touched his skin.
“Chup rah hero ” Pappu whispered in his voice deadly calm. “Hilna mat. Warna gala kaat ke neeche fenk dunga"
Rakesh froze. His eyes were wide with terror. He looked at Monica, then at the knife on his own throat.
Monica’s breathing stopped for a second. She looked at Rakesh, then turned to Javed and Rafiq. Her voice came out low but full of rage
“kitna pyasa chahie tum logo ko bolo, humlog de denge!!”
Javed leaned close to her and snatched her purse ,
“Yeh hui na baat! Kitna pyasa chahie!!”
Javed laughed and snatched out whatever notes were there in her purse. And a beautifully designed gold bracelet..
Rakesh was shocked " Yeh kya kar rahe ho? " Pappu slowly moved his hands near Rakesh's crotch and with a rude jolt, got hold of his balls in his thick hands and pressed it silently, Rakesh grimaced in pain and chocked.. Pappu continued his evil perverted act as Rakesh chocked in pain, tears falling from his eyes like a baby..
Pappu laughed " Aree Javed Saab, yeh chutiya to rone lag gaya"
Javed and Rafiq laughed harder.. Rafiq sharply retorted " Javed, memsaab ko sambhal!! "
Telling this he silently jumped to the berth where Pappu and Rakesh were seated... Rafiq huge frame looked like imminent danger..
Monica hissed at Rafiq " Kya kar rahe ho tum?"
Rafiq instantly sat next to Rakesh and held his balls hard, "Pappu tu chor, main dikhata hun isko gaon ka mardangi kase hota hai"
Rafiq now pressed Rakesh's soft balls so hard he groaned in pain, words indistinct with each moment..
" uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh" Pappu held his mouth as Rakesh grimaced and trmebled like a lamb getting slaughtered..
Monica clenched her teeth in anger and hissed , "Madarchodd, Ye kya kar rahe ho tumlog? Main aapko paise deti hoon! Jitne maango utne! Bas ruk jao!”
Rafiq stopped the assault, by then Rakesh had lost even the power to speak, under the severe pain he frothed out blood from his mouth... He coughed, and frothed out more blood,
" Kya Javed, kase kamzoor chutiya hai yeh.. Hut laora.." Rafiq and Pappu laughed..
Monica in tears now " Rak, are you okay dear? "
Rakesh nodded trying to clean the blood and the spit..
Monica looked at Javed " Dekho ji, aap log bahut galaat kar rahe ho, itni behraami se mare tumlog Rakesh ko, jail jaoge... Bass jail jaoge tumlog Janwar!!! "
Rafiq jumped back to the other berth near Monica " Aree madam Janwar ka kya dekhe? Oye Pappu, saab ke haath se ghari utha le jaldi!! "
Pappu pulled Rakesh expensive wrist watch..
" Rafiq bhai, mehenga phone hai utha le? "
" Abe behenchod, aakal nhi hai tujhe number se p-o-l-i-c-e track kar lega, gandu ke aulat "
Javed pooled in the entire loot, the money, both their wrist watch, the gold bracelet
Javed calmly zipped up the bag full of their money, watches, and Monica’s gold bracelet.
He looked at her in the darkness.
“Aree memsaab kitni khoobsurat ho aap, aur is chutiya se shadi ki.. Kamaal karte ho!! Aaj aap ko asli goonda wala mardangi dikhaenge..kase rahega!!"
Monica was still crying. Tears rolled down her face, but her eyes stayed defiant and strong. She looked straight at Javed and whispered in a broken but firm voice in Hindi,
“Javed ji… main shadi shuda hun yeh galaat hai...”
Javed leaned closer. His voice was calm but deadly serious ,
“Memsaab, suno. Yeh saahi galaat kya hote ji..Yeh train hamara roz ka rasta hai. Yahan koi p-o-l-i-c-e nahi aati. Koi nahi poochta. Agar aapne koi harkat ki… toh main do second mein aapke pati ka gala kaat ke neeche fenk dunga. Koi nahi jaanega. Koi nahi poochega. Ek second. Bas”
Monica’s body shuddered. Fresh tears came, but her face stayed strong. Rafiq moved closer to her on the narrow berth.
“Memsaab, darne ki koi baat nahi. Hum log aapko kuch nahi karenge. Bas thoda maza denge. Aapko bhi accha lagega. Thoda fun hoga… kyu?”
Javed’s eyes turned cold. He looked at Pappu and spoke
“Pappu… Ek kaam kar...Saab ke nunu pe chhura laga. Abhi nahi kaatna. Bas rakhna. Agar memsaab ne koi harkat ki toh uske suje hue gote (balls) kaat dena.”
Pappu grinned in the dark and moved the knife down to Rakesh’s crotch. He pressed the cold blade against Rakesh’s swollen, bruised balls. Rakesh’s body jerked in pain.
Monica’s eyes widened in horror. She shuddered violently. Her voice came out as a broken whisper,
“Thik hai.. Rakesh se knife hatao aur bolo kya karna hai” The words emerged out of Monica as she looked straight, her eyes fully submitted to the horror of the night..
Rakesh, even in his broken state, tried to speak. His voice was weak and full of pain,
“Monica… what are you saying..they won't do anything..they are just threatening ”
Monica looked at him through her tears. Her face was still strong, even though her voice was shaking. She whispered firmly,
“Rak… don't you see what they have done to you.. This is my decision..there is no way out..just keep quiet!!”
"Oye hero, madam boli na " Keep quiet"!! "
Rafiq grinned...Javed smiled in the darkness. He reached out and slowly pulled Monica’s top up, exposing her big heavy breasts in a skimpy Bra quite inadequate for her large tits..her proud large tits spilled out of the fashionable Bra in a huge unapologetic cleavage...
Javed hissed " Behenchod, kya mamme hai iski ..dekh Rafiq aisee khoobsurat mamme kabhi dekha pehle?"
Rafiq " Abe behenchodd.. Yeh chutiya ko aese biwi mila kase "
Pappu also smiled and whispered to Rakesh "Bhai, kya cheez hai memsaab..isko to Javed bhai aapne saath leke jaake shadi kar lenge aur poor raat iski dudu peeyenge"
Tears rolled down Rakesh's eyes...
“Rak, this traffic is actually murdering me,” she said. “We’re never reaching Delhi tonight like this”
Rakesh slouched in the passenger seat, face grey from the hangover. " please yaar. Take the village shortcut. It’ll save us three hours atleast. My head is killing me.”
Monica sighed. “Rak, those roads are notorious and it’s getting dark. I don’t like it.”
“Mon, come on"
She shrugged, flicked the indicator and turned onto the narrow village road.
Fifteen minutes later a young boy on a bicycle suddenly appeared in front of the car. Monica slammed the brakes hard but still clipped him. The boy fell hard. Within seconds a small crowd of men gathered.
Monica slammed angrily "Shit!!! "
Few men banged the rear of the car and demanded both Monica and Rakesh to step out!!
The men gathered stared at her openly.
Her deep cleavage spilled out between her much bigger, heavier breasts. The tight jeans made her round, firm ass look even more sexy.
One guy leaned to his friend, speaking in crass Punjabi:
“Oye yaar bhenchoddddd.., dekh ki mast item hai!!"
Another replied : “zanab , is di tight gaand dekh. Main bolun to is nu jungle vich le jaake poora pind is di gaand mare!! "
Rakesh heard the tone. He looked worried.. He pulled Monica
“these guys look dangerous. Get back in right now!”
Monica threw almost three thousand rupees to the injured boy's uncle or father she does not know.
“Sorry… take this for him! Go..go to the nearby hospital please.” She jumped in and sped away.
Two men chased on bikes, throwing stones. One cracked the windshield. They finally escaped but the car was badly damaged.
Thankfully Monica could drive it beyond the village and spot a small roadside garage, The mechanic said it would take at least one full day to repair the damage.
Both looked frustrated since they had important office meetings tomorrow.
Someone at the garage told about the nearby railway station....
Rakesh looked at Monica, Monica nodded "Let's try, we don't have options"
They decided to take the train from the nearby station — the daily train to Delhi at 9:40 PM.
The station was weird, something Monica never saw in lifetime. Dark and desolate with few hawkers and even fewer passengers. Prostitutes lined the platform trying to get whatever customers they could. Filthy garbage piled up on the corner. A group of four rough men spotted Monica immediately
Rakesh somehow hurried and pushed through the queue to try for a ticket, but could buy only general class tickets before the train started chugging out from the platform..
Rakesh muttered, " Shit we gonna miss this train also "
Monica snapped " Fuck getting reserved tickets Rakesh, Run.. We need to board this train "
The train started and stopped mid way much to their respite, giving them time to board one of the sleeper compartments
.. Jam packed with cheap labourers and reeking of sweat and smell of urine from the unclean bathrooms, Monica shuddered before entering the shadowy dark compartment..
Shady smelly labourers oogled like wolf at Monica, wondering what such a hottie was doing in a secluded village station..
" Rak, keep walking, I can't travel in this compartment, these bastards are undressing me off with their eyes "
" Let's try the next compartment.. "
Rakesh moved ahead trying to push through men and children lying and sleeping on the train floor !
The next compartment was even worse as people were literally slept inside the train washroom..
" What the fuck is this Rak, people sleeping inside washroom? Is this the condition of our country in 2026 ?" Monica felt like throwing up..
" Let's try the next one Monica "
" Rak, let's get down in the next station, Fuck!!! I under estimated, this is worse than hell! " Monica put a mask on her face to avoid the stink..
As they waded into the third compartment, they met that same group of men who tried to brush against Monica's ass at the ticket counter..
"It's just getting worse Rakesh, Fuck it " Monica slammed her handbag angrily..
Rakesh asked one of the men in the group " Bhai Saab aap log ke reservation hai? "
The men looked up "Sirjee, humlog ke reservation to hai...Aap log Delhi ja rahe ho?”
Rakesh nodded. “Haan ji, lekin reservation nahi hai ”
" Koi nahi, baitho ji...madam aap bhi baitho koi dikkat nai hai ." The men sat close to each other and gave good space to Monica and Rakesh to sit on the opposite side.
The men seemed to be factory workers and settled down and adjusted their enormous amount of luggage - bed, beddings, utensils, clothes as if it was some junkyard..
The stocky man who had thick hands and heavy voice asked Rakesh in crass Punjabi "ab batao ji, gaon vich kya hua? Accident lag gaya si?”
Monica’s big eyes widened. How the fuck they knew..Shit!!!
Rakesh tried pretending " Kya?"
Another rough looking man in the group grinned " Ghabrao ni Saab, aap log ko motor garage pe dekha..islie..sab thik hai na?"
Monica switched to Hindi. “Haan ji bhaisaab, baas ignition pe problem thi...islie.. "
Monica whispered to Rakesh " Rak, I just think they saw us at the garage, I don't think they know about the accident or the kid, so just play along!! "
Rakesh nodded!!
Rakesh laughed lightly . “Aap log ko bahut shukriya ji . Bahut log aise madad nahi karte. Hum dono bahut tired bhi the ”
The stocky man grinned
" Aree bhai, aaram Karo jagah chota hai lekin adjust kar lenge ji.. Kyu Rafiq? "
The stocky man was Javed and the muscular one was Rafiq. The other two Pappu and chottu. They all worked in a glass factory near ghaziabad and had come to their villages for the weekend...
They left a generous space for Monica and behaved gentlemanly quite gentlemanly!!
Rakesh still hesitated for this help and asked " Javed Saab, aap log ko itni takleef nhi lena chahie, aap log ki reserved ticket hai !!"
Javed laughed " Saab, aini thand pe kaha jaoge madam ko leke? Kaha bhi safe nhi hai, aaram se befikar baitho ji na!!"
Rakesh, Monica and Javed, Rafiq started talking about stations which are all haunted in that route.
Monica couldn't help but laugh and looked at Rakesh " Ghosts really? That's the only thing left for this eventful night.
Rakesh was yawning like a kid, but both he and Monica could not fall asleep, not in that stinking compartment by any mean. So they just listened to the funny nonsense the men spoke about ghosts in their village. The train halted at another noisy station. And much to the despair of Monica, three four stinking sadhus got inside the compartment and sat in the lower berth near Rakesh and Monica. These sadhus were old, like really old, won't be surprising if one of them would even cross 100 years of age!
Monica muttered silently "Rak, what circus is this now? These assholes have not taken bath for more than a decade for sure, how am I going to survive this for the night "
Even Rakesh felt sick with the smell and filth.. He whispered " Mon, I know but what can I do these sadhus have reserved tickets "
Javed understood the dilemma, he spoke softly " Saab badbu to kafi aa rahe, hum log ek kaam karte hai, upar ke berth pe chale jate hai ji! Adjust kar lenge kyu?"
Monica spoke loudly which now even Javed and others could hear " Look Rakesh, even this factory guy Javed has better judgement than you!! "
Rakesh felt quite humiliated at this crude comparison with Javed and that too in front of all of Javed's friends... But he ignored the jibe, as the sadhus started making their bed to sleep almost rudely pushing them off!!
Rakesh felt like throwing up, the stink making it worse, his head spinning round..
Javed held Rakesh by the arm " Aree bhai tabiyat bigad gaayi kya? Aap aaram karo"
Rakesh meekly protested " No Javed bhai, main thik Hoon! "
" Bilkul nahi Saab, oye Pappu upar wala berth saaf kar jaldi,upar chalo Saab "
Rakesh was coughing badly, the suffocation inside the compartment killing him!!
Javed and Rafiq held him and almost carried him to the upper berth as Rakesh felt weak in his muscles , Rakesh looked sorry.. Monica gave him a sleeping tablet "Don't worry Rak, you will be okay, just relax"
The compartment got worse — more people lying on the floor, luggage everywhere, smell of sweat and piss getting thicker. Rakesh started dozing against the dirty pillow given by Pappu.
Rafiq looked at Monica : “Memsaab, upar wali side berth khali hai. Aap upar baith jao. Neeche itni bheed aur luggage, aapko takleef hogi. Hum adjust kar lenge.”
She hesitated. The lower berth was hell — sadhus openly staring at her tits, luggage poking her.
She hesitated , but climbed up.Javed said after sometime, “Hum bhi upar aate hain madam, idhar yeh sadhu log baithne nhi de rahe ”
Monica thought for a second. She had no option, the sadhus chanted some weird mantra and rudely asked both Javed and Rafiq to buzz off!
They climbed up and sat on the other side of the upper berth, leaving proper space. Their thick frame and heavy body radiated heat which made Monica uncomfortable. The train moved at breakneck speed.
“Memsaab, garam parathe khao ji, ghar ke banaye hain,” Javed requested Monica after opening a steel lunch box which had modest parathas and pickle.
“Nahi ji, aap log khao. Mujhe bilkul bhuk nhi hai .” Monica refused politely..
They ate like hungry gluttons, not leaving a single crumb of parathas in the box.
Monica's phone battery died. The charger was in her bag tucked near the edge of the upper berth, down near the floor.
“Bag mein charger hai,” she and turned around, got on all fours on the narrow upper berth, and reached down to grab it. Her tight jeans stretched hard over her round, firm sexy ass — the denim digging deep into her crack, showing the perfect curve.
Javed and Rafiq’s eyes locked on it.
Javed leaned close to Rafiq and whispered , voice low and filthy:
“Oye bhenchod, dekh us di gaand! Ki mast tight gaand hai yaar…”
Rafiq grinned, eyes glued to her ass, already rubbing himself:
"is di tight gaand vich lund ghusa ke zor zor se pelna hai is memsaab ko raat bhar . Bhen di laudi, aisi gaand roz nahi milti.”
They both started stroking their cocks slowly under the blanket, watching her struggle to reach the bag, her bigger heavier breasts hanging and moving inside the low-cut top.
Monica finally got the charger, sat back up, little surprised at how the men looked at her iphone which was such a common thing in Gurgaon, but may be an unusual luxury in the village they come from, but what they were really oogling at was her sexy ass!!
The train rattled on through the dark, stinking night , Monica and Javed and Rafiq chatted along, about their village life, ghaziabad job, they asked for vacancies in Monica's company..
"Madam aapke company pe koi job Lagwa do..yeh glass factory ke pagar bahut Kam hai "
Monica thought to help as they spoke about their horribly poor salary and how each one of them supported at least ten or more family members.
" How many kids you have " Monica asked curious
" Memsaab, mere teen aulad hai, sab ladke, Rafiq bhai ke chaar aulad, fir biwi, bhai, behen itna bara pariwar sirf 20000 hazar mahine se kase chalaenge"
The train was rocking hard. Rakesh was half-conscious on the upper berth, mumbling something in his sleep
Javed and Rafiq had moved closer on the narrow berth. Their legs were almost touching hers now.
Monica said " Thik hai.. I will try, aap log ke koi CV wagera hai? Kase kaam kar sakte ho?"
Rafiq smiled " CV bana denge memsaab.. Computer wagera to nhi aata ji, lekin security guard ki naukri kar lenge.. Kyu Javed? "
Javed nodded
" I will give my HR email I'd, aap log CV bhej dena.. main HR ko bata bhi dungi" Monica replied
Memsaab, aap thak gayi ho na? Aaram se let jao. Hum log side mein baith jaate hain,” Javed said
She hesitated. The lower berth was still hell — sadhus snoring loudly, one of them scratching his balls openly while staring up at her. And each station the train stopped, swarms of people entered the dark dimly lit compartment like insects. People lay down wherever they could.. Over the floor, near the bathroom, all over the seats.. Seats which could accommodate just 3 people had 10 men jostling for space within...on top of it, it was stinking and all the extra people made the compartment hot and claustrophobic inspite of the January North India winters..
Both men shifted but didn’t move much. Now she was lying on her side, facing the window, with Javed behind her and Rafiq near her legs. The blanket was thin. She could feel the heat from their bodies.
The train sped through the dark. Monica tried to close her eyes but couldn’t sleep. Every time the train jerked, she felt Javed’s leg brush against her ass. She ignored it the first two times. The third time she felt his hand rest on her ass “by mistake”.
She turned her head slightly, Javed smiled in the dark, “Sorry memsaab, jagah kam hai. Adjust kar lo.”
But he didn’t move his hand. Instead, his fingers slowly pressed into her tight jeans, feeling the curve of her ass.
Monica’s heart started beating fast. She looked down at Rakesh on the berth below. He was completely out, mouth open, snoring lightly. Useless as always.
Rafiq leaned forward and whispered..
Monica couldn’t understand Punjabi but she could feel the change in the air. Their breathing had become heavier. Javed’s hand was no longer “accidentally” on her — it was openly squeezing her ass now, his fingers digging into the tight denim.
She whispered in firm voice , “Javed ji…yeh aap Kya kar rahe ho app?”
Javed leaned close to her ear and replied his voice thick, “memsaab, niche dekhie..kitna saare tagda banda baithe hai..hum kya kare jagah hi nhi hai ji”
Rafiq moved closer too. His hand came from the front and rested on her thighs, slowly moving up towards her crotch.
Monica’s body tensed. She could feel her heart pounding faster than the night train..She wanted to scream but the compartment was full of sleeping people. The sadhus below were snoring loudly. Rakesh was dead to the world.
The train entered a long tunnel. One of those tunnels which come so suddenly.. Everything went pitch black. The sound of the rattling engine intensified..
And in the darkness, the horror slowly unfolded ..
Monica felt Javed’s hand slide under her top from behind, his rough fingers touching the bare skin of her waist, playing nicely with the smooth milky skin of her waist...
Monica tried to squirm and hold Javed's thick hairy hands, but she could not even match his raw animalistic power.
She was panting " I... I will shout now bastard!! " Monica could hardly utter... The fear and filth of the dirty act scared her so much..
" Finally bol rahi hu aap dono jail jaoge, stop it" Monica whispered after struggling out of their bear like hands..
Javed coldly whispered " Memsaab, yeh train hamare har Roz ka safar hai, koi p-o-l-i-c-e, volice nahi aaata yaha, aap bahut khoobsurat ho, aur samajhdar bhi, koi chillane ki koshish ki to aap dono ko bhari nuksaan hogi " His bloodshot eyes had a kind of ferocity which sent shivers down Monica's throat .
Javed’s hand was already inside Monica’s top, his rough fingers touching her bare stomach, slowly moving up.
Rafiq’s fingers had more sinister filthy plans as it edged closer to the button of her jeans, Monica’s body went stiff. She was breathing as if she had just completed a marathon.
She whispered in a low, angry voice
“madarchodd ... haath hata last time bol rahi hu!! .Jail pe sarega tu log”
Javed didn’t remove his hand. He pressed closer and whispered back in Hindi, calm but firm,
“Memsaab, aap ke liye ek gift hai..chota sa” and Monica saw trembling how he slowly took out a small sharp pencil knife which shone even in the darkness...
" Aab aur kitna juban chalayga bol "
Monica gasped in fear, Javed jabbed the knife straight near her throat..
" Kya Hua bol, chilla abhi.. Chilla memsaab! " Javed teased her with the knife near her throat..
Suddenly the train jerked violently, Monica felt the knife would pierce her...Something heavy fell from the lower berth with a loud crash. Rakesh woke up with a jolt, his head spinning. He tried to sit up, confused and groggy.
“Monica…? Kya hua…?”
The moment Rakesh’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw Javed’s hand inside Monica’s top and the shiny knife..
His face went pale with shock and anger.
“Tu kya kar raha hai bhenchod?!” Rakesh hissed, trying to get up.
Before he could move, Pappu (who had climbed up silently) pressed another cold, sharp knife against Rakesh’s throat from behind. The blade touched his skin.
“Chup rah hero ” Pappu whispered in his voice deadly calm. “Hilna mat. Warna gala kaat ke neeche fenk dunga"
Rakesh froze. His eyes were wide with terror. He looked at Monica, then at the knife on his own throat.
Monica’s breathing stopped for a second. She looked at Rakesh, then turned to Javed and Rafiq. Her voice came out low but full of rage
“kitna pyasa chahie tum logo ko bolo, humlog de denge!!”
Javed leaned close to her and snatched her purse ,
“Yeh hui na baat! Kitna pyasa chahie!!”
Javed laughed and snatched out whatever notes were there in her purse. And a beautifully designed gold bracelet..
Rakesh was shocked " Yeh kya kar rahe ho? " Pappu slowly moved his hands near Rakesh's crotch and with a rude jolt, got hold of his balls in his thick hands and pressed it silently, Rakesh grimaced in pain and chocked.. Pappu continued his evil perverted act as Rakesh chocked in pain, tears falling from his eyes like a baby..
Pappu laughed " Aree Javed Saab, yeh chutiya to rone lag gaya"
Javed and Rafiq laughed harder.. Rafiq sharply retorted " Javed, memsaab ko sambhal!! "
Telling this he silently jumped to the berth where Pappu and Rakesh were seated... Rafiq huge frame looked like imminent danger..
Monica hissed at Rafiq " Kya kar rahe ho tum?"
Rafiq instantly sat next to Rakesh and held his balls hard, "Pappu tu chor, main dikhata hun isko gaon ka mardangi kase hota hai"
Rafiq now pressed Rakesh's soft balls so hard he groaned in pain, words indistinct with each moment..
" uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh" Pappu held his mouth as Rakesh grimaced and trmebled like a lamb getting slaughtered..
Monica clenched her teeth in anger and hissed , "Madarchodd, Ye kya kar rahe ho tumlog? Main aapko paise deti hoon! Jitne maango utne! Bas ruk jao!”
Rafiq stopped the assault, by then Rakesh had lost even the power to speak, under the severe pain he frothed out blood from his mouth... He coughed, and frothed out more blood,
" Kya Javed, kase kamzoor chutiya hai yeh.. Hut laora.." Rafiq and Pappu laughed..
Monica in tears now " Rak, are you okay dear? "
Rakesh nodded trying to clean the blood and the spit..
Monica looked at Javed " Dekho ji, aap log bahut galaat kar rahe ho, itni behraami se mare tumlog Rakesh ko, jail jaoge... Bass jail jaoge tumlog Janwar!!! "
Rafiq jumped back to the other berth near Monica " Aree madam Janwar ka kya dekhe? Oye Pappu, saab ke haath se ghari utha le jaldi!! "
Pappu pulled Rakesh expensive wrist watch..
" Rafiq bhai, mehenga phone hai utha le? "
" Abe behenchod, aakal nhi hai tujhe number se p-o-l-i-c-e track kar lega, gandu ke aulat "
Javed pooled in the entire loot, the money, both their wrist watch, the gold bracelet
Javed calmly zipped up the bag full of their money, watches, and Monica’s gold bracelet.
He looked at her in the darkness.
“Aree memsaab kitni khoobsurat ho aap, aur is chutiya se shadi ki.. Kamaal karte ho!! Aaj aap ko asli goonda wala mardangi dikhaenge..kase rahega!!"
Monica was still crying. Tears rolled down her face, but her eyes stayed defiant and strong. She looked straight at Javed and whispered in a broken but firm voice in Hindi,
“Javed ji… main shadi shuda hun yeh galaat hai...”
Javed leaned closer. His voice was calm but deadly serious ,
“Memsaab, suno. Yeh saahi galaat kya hote ji..Yeh train hamara roz ka rasta hai. Yahan koi p-o-l-i-c-e nahi aati. Koi nahi poochta. Agar aapne koi harkat ki… toh main do second mein aapke pati ka gala kaat ke neeche fenk dunga. Koi nahi jaanega. Koi nahi poochega. Ek second. Bas”
Monica’s body shuddered. Fresh tears came, but her face stayed strong. Rafiq moved closer to her on the narrow berth.
“Memsaab, darne ki koi baat nahi. Hum log aapko kuch nahi karenge. Bas thoda maza denge. Aapko bhi accha lagega. Thoda fun hoga… kyu?”
Javed’s eyes turned cold. He looked at Pappu and spoke
“Pappu… Ek kaam kar...Saab ke nunu pe chhura laga. Abhi nahi kaatna. Bas rakhna. Agar memsaab ne koi harkat ki toh uske suje hue gote (balls) kaat dena.”
Pappu grinned in the dark and moved the knife down to Rakesh’s crotch. He pressed the cold blade against Rakesh’s swollen, bruised balls. Rakesh’s body jerked in pain.
Monica’s eyes widened in horror. She shuddered violently. Her voice came out as a broken whisper,
“Thik hai.. Rakesh se knife hatao aur bolo kya karna hai” The words emerged out of Monica as she looked straight, her eyes fully submitted to the horror of the night..
Rakesh, even in his broken state, tried to speak. His voice was weak and full of pain,
“Monica… what are you saying..they won't do anything..they are just threatening ”
Monica looked at him through her tears. Her face was still strong, even though her voice was shaking. She whispered firmly,
“Rak… don't you see what they have done to you.. This is my decision..there is no way out..just keep quiet!!”
"Oye hero, madam boli na " Keep quiet"!! "
Rafiq grinned...Javed smiled in the darkness. He reached out and slowly pulled Monica’s top up, exposing her big heavy breasts in a skimpy Bra quite inadequate for her large tits..her proud large tits spilled out of the fashionable Bra in a huge unapologetic cleavage...
Javed hissed " Behenchod, kya mamme hai iski ..dekh Rafiq aisee khoobsurat mamme kabhi dekha pehle?"
Rafiq " Abe behenchodd.. Yeh chutiya ko aese biwi mila kase "
Pappu also smiled and whispered to Rakesh "Bhai, kya cheez hai memsaab..isko to Javed bhai aapne saath leke jaake shadi kar lenge aur poor raat iski dudu peeyenge"
Tears rolled down Rakesh's eyes...
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