In the carriage I could not reach the handles, but I did not need them, I was so wedged there was no way to move an inch. I could faint but no one would notice till the carriage emptied. The train hurtled from station to station. It was so hot and we were so wedged in and then the train drew to a halt. It stopped, no movement, minutes passed, the guys in front and behind were talking to each other in an Eastern European language, saying things to each other, then looking at me and grinning at each other. They were big guys, building site types huge muscles clear for all to see and their sweat wafted off them I could feel them pressed into me. I was uncomfortable from the heat and from their obvious leering and talking about me. Drips were running down my face, my blouse sticking to me. My ample cleavage being exposed, but nothing made me feel more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. More was said and I felt a hand moving up my stomach, I was looked straight in the eyes, daring me to raise the alarm, a hand rested on my breast, from behind the hem of my skirt raised, a hand stroked my naked buttock. I wanted to say something but the eyes of him in front told me I’d be hurt if I did, but would I on a crowded train, shouldn’t I take the risk, was it just fear that prevented me from saying something, my breast being held, my buttocks stroked, flesh on flesh. The hand squeezed my breast, kneading it from its base to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. The hand on my ass squeezing and then moves down and slips inside my thong. Hoping tanned he does not realise I am getting wet, realise that despite my reluctance, I am excited by this attention. My blouse is untucked from my shirt and he pushes up into my bra, cupping my boob, squeezing my nipple between his fingers. I gasp and I see a woman looking quizzically, she catches my eye, I’ve seen her before a regular traveller, I am sure she knows what is happening Blowjobs and will see me on this train again, I could teen ask for her help, but I gasp again and avert my eyes. Now they both cover me, hiding me from my fellow squashed passengers. A foot goes between my feet and shuffles them wider, opening the gap between my thighs wider, easing his access into my pussy, and now he knows how much this is exciting me and he looks to his mate and says something else they Laugh and my breast is squeezed and kneaded more as two fingers are slipped into my soaking cunt with real ease. Frigging my pussy, my legs so weak, I have to lean against the assaulter of my breasts, my head goes on to his shoulder. Again I see the woman looking at me, she knows what’s going on, she mouths slut. I am embarrassed and blush, but it also sends shivers of excitement through my body. Suddenly the train, lurches and at the same time the fingers come out of my pussy and one enters my tight, puckered hole, the only thing ever to have gone up there had been my own finger, but he used my own pussy juices to ease his entry and as he changed holes, the hand on my breast moved down and started to manipulate my clit, stroking and pinching. As my own juices lubricated my ass, he slipped a 2nd finger inside me, I was biting the shoulder of my attacker to hide my groans, but I could not stop my hips from gently gyrating, I was enjoying this, I was enjoying the risk, the lack of control, the guilt, the embarrassment. What the fuck was happening to me, I was not one of those women that fantasised about being raped, I hated the concept, there is no way I would enjoy it, yet here I am enjoying doggy style a non-consensual use of my body on a crowded train. Ok they had not actually fucked me so maybe it’s not the “R” word. As the train lurched it regained the motion of the journey, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal assaulter whispered in my ear in his thick accent. “Next station, you get off, go up stairs there is a men’s room, you go in, we meet you in there”. I was two stops away from my station, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would show compliance, I would not do it. We drew into the station, the guys had stepped back, my mind was blank, I was following my cunt, I was so horny, I found myself on the platform, in the crowd, I could it see the two guys, should I get back on, but I found myself at the foot of the stairwell, not the one leading to the street exit, but the one leading to the men’s room, step by step I went up the stairs, trepidation growing and accompanied by pure lustful excitement, I had not even noticed that my bra had been rucked up over my breasts, I was so excited and scared. Standing outside the men’s room, no sign of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed open the door, it was a tiny room, a urinal and a cubicle and like so many public toilets it stank of stale piss. This was not for me what was I thinking, but as I turned to go away my two “friends" has caught up and they just lifted me and took me inside the urinal. They were talking to each other in a foreign language. I objected and said I had to go, but riding all to no avail. On the other it felt kinda good rubbing against her. Bill looked around wondering what might happen next when Tom pointed tanned to riding the couch, “Sit down.” Bill did and watched Tom strip the rest of the way, all the while watching Tom's dick waving out in front of him. “Yeah, you like him.” She said with a smile before she looked at him. As though his voice had triggered it, seeming daylight flooded the room, causing Bryan to wince away and gasp at the sudden onslaught of light. Half hour later Bell said all is well, I said now for the fun part, call the police department and say you heard a little girl screaming and three men dragging one in their room, say it is quiet now. I gasped, my cunt clenching down on him. He said ok, so we did, he won the first round then I won the next 2. "Take me, Harry," she moaned as her own climax washed over her, "Make me yours." A world that confounded me in many ways. This teen story is the third part and the continuation of the second part 'My work in the red room'. That was replaced by the thin device sliding into her an inch at a time. “You know what? She wanted her Master to fuck secretary, but, keep his cum to herself. If and when I run into him again randomly and I happen to be in the mood and interested it might happen again, but probably has the same odds as winning the lottery. It makes us feel attractive. A different thought ran through his mind as he pressed his fingers against the inside of her cunt. 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