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It was a Monday & Mohit (my hubby) & I had gone to attend a wedding. I was dressed in a silver colored sari (Indian traditional dress for females) & a matching sleeveless blouse. My silky brown hair was tied up in French knot & only the narrow back of my low cut blouse covered my back. The front was also equally low cut but my pallu was covering my cleavage (at least at that time.).
At the wedding, I had started to flirt with a couple of young studs & had let them come very close to me.
I was looking hot & sexy & they got carried away a bit.
They took me to a corner & one of them began caressing my bum while the other was stroking my breast when my hubby came searching for me.
The boys moved away quickly but my expressions were enough to tell my hubby what I had been up to.
Surprisingly, he didn’t react as I expected him to.
He just grabbed my arm & dragged me away from there without a word.
It was around 5:00 in the evening when we left the venue.
Our car was parked in the parking lot but he took me towards the railway station.
“Mohit, where are we going? The car is…!” I started to ask but his angry look made me keep my mouth shut.
It was the peak of rush hour when we reached the railway station.
The crowd at the station was being doubled with every passing minute.
Mohit left me standing in the centre of the ticketing hall & went to buy tickets.
He was gone for almost 15 minutes & during that time I felt unseen hands brush my body & I was pushed & prodded by the jostling crowd.
“Come fast, don’t just stand there like a whore!” scolded Mohit as he came towards me. I blushed as many heads turned when he said that.
Again he held my arm & we climbed up the pedestrian bridge. We waited in the centre of the bridge as he watched the trains coming & going.
Then without warning he pulled me by my arm & dragged me down the stairs.
A train was inching its way out of the station.
People hung onto the doors. Many turned & stared as my boobs heaved as Mohit pulledg me behind him. We ran as fast as my heels would permit me to without stumbling.
The train was picking up speed slowly as we were running alongside.
I saw the green stripes marking out the ladies compartment & said “Mohit, I will get into the ladies compartment you take the gents!” he looked at me in disdain & said “Rinku you bitch! If I let you go there you will get into a clinch with some lesbian or get off at the next station & slut around with some college kids again! No!!!!! You bitch you are coming with me!”& he pointed towards the general men’s compartment.
I was stunned!!!
Men were crammed into the compartment; many were hanging out of the doors. Some were clinging to the rods of the windows.
“Mohit! Do you know what they will do to me?” I asked. He turned towards me & said “you like to get close to men don’t you? You like them touching your bums & boobs, don’t you? I think you will enjoy it?”
Suddenly he pushed me towards a group of men hanging in a door of the train.
“Isko andhar le lo… please!” (Take her inside… please) he shouted at them.
Two of them gleefully reached out & pulled me in. I was passed along inside the throng of men.
As I was passed inside, men started to turn around to face me. I could feel their bodies touch my body. The smell of their sweat was overpowering.
I kept looking back to see if Mohit was there behind me, but couldn’t see him so I called out “Mohit! Kahan ho? (Mohit, where are you?)” Almost all the men surrounding me answered. “Jaaneman! Usko chod, main hoon na! (Darling! Forget him, I am here!).
I was shit scared & an uncontrollable panic was rising within me. I tried to push out from the crowd but my way was blocked by 2 tall men. I couldn’t see where I was going.
“Please…. let me go!” I pleaded with them.
They laughed & I felt hands crawl up my body. Some were groping around my bums; others were caressing my bare waist & flat tummy while most were crushing my breasts.
“Noo…oo!” I cried as the men got bolder & bolder. Someone pulled my pallu (The usually decorated end of a sari that hangs loose when worn) from my boobs & shoved his palm inside my blouse.
Another man was trying to pull out my tucked in sari & another hand was pushing inside towards my crotch. I was helpless.
It was so cramped I could barely move & both of my hands were busy trying to push away the faces that were leaning towards me, trying to kiss me.
As my hands were busy pushing away salivating lips, my body was being squeezed & probed.
“Kya maal hai!” “Randi saali!” (What a babe! Bloody Whore) I kept hearing such things as I yelped & moaned in agony.
Without warning a tall man in front of me reached forward & placed his huge hands on either side of my face.
I tugged at his hands & scratched at them but he was too strong & tough.
His right hand grabbed my tied up hair & his other hand moved over my cheek & his fingers dug through my hair & into my scalp.
My face was held in his vice like grip & I watched his grinning lips come towards my lips.
“UMMmmfff!” I groaned as his slimy mouth engulfed my lips. His teeth bit into my soft lips & his tongue probed deep inside my mouth.
I recoiled in shame & tears ran down my face. He continued kissing me all over my face while the rest of the men around me were squeezing whatever part of my body they could lay their hands on.
That’s when I felt the train slow down. I realized we were close to a station.
I had to take this chance & get out before anything else happened.
I stopped hitting at the man smooching me & instead reciprocated by pushing my tongue inside his mouth.
I put my hands into his hair caressed his cheeks.
He froze for an instant & then our tongues met in a wet sloppy kiss.
“Arre, kutiya garam ho gayi!” (Hey, the bitch is hot!), someone shouted & the others cheered.
The train was slowing & the man kissing me was relaxing as I nibbled his lips & caressed his cheeks.
I felt many hands relax their tight grips on my boobs & bums as they watched my slutty performance.
The train was coming gently to a stop & many people were getting out.
Suddenly, with as much strength I could muster I pushed at the man kissing me, turned around & ran straight towards the door.
He was too surprised to react.
Someone shouted “Roko randi ko!” (Stop the whore), I ran as fast as I could & had almost reached the door when a large group of men rushed in pushing me back.
“Ohhh NOOoooo…!” I cried as I saw my escape route blocked.
Then a hand fell on my hair & I was jerked backwards into the arms of a man. As soon as I came within his reach, he clasped his palms on to my breasts & began kneading them.
I bit his hands & freed myself from his clutches & ran towards the door.
But the train was moving again as the men closed around me.
Suddenly a voice called out from behind “Saali kuttiya phir se bhag rahi hai! Pakdo usko aur kapade phad daalo uske! Nangi kaise bhagegi dekte hai?” (The bloody bitch is trying to run out again! Catch her & rip off herclothes! Let’s see how she runs out naked?), all of them laughed & three or four pairs of hands coiled around my naked waist & dragged me back to the centre.
Immediately my blouse was grabbed from both sides & I heard the fabric rip.
I felt fingers being shoved inside the crack between my bums & get hold of my petticoat & panties.
I screamed “Nahi….iiii! Please jaane do mujhe! Main tumhare behen jaise hoon!” (No! please let me go! I am like your sister!”) I was begging them to let me go.
Somebody said “tu behen to hum sab behenchod!” (if you are our sister then we all are sister fuckers!”)
Their lust filled eyes bored into my body & their eager hands pressed onto my body.
I heard my blouse tear & screamed “Stop it! Stop! Mere kapde mat phado!” (Don’t tear my clothes!).
Somebody grabbed my hair & led me further inside the compartment. I was pushed to the farthest corner of the compartment.
Now the door was impossible to reach.
Men were pushing & shoving to get a better view & everyone was trying to come further ahead in the crowd which was forming to fuck me.
There were almost 500 men in that compartment & I knew that even if less than half of them raped me I would be almost dead.
Many of the men had their mobile phone cameras aimed at me as tears began flowing down my cheeks.
I had my back towards the barred window, the seats around me had emptied & the crowd of men was closing in.
I clasped one hand to my breasts trying to hold on to my flimsy blouse & bra. The other hand I placed on my crotch & tried to pull up my almost un-tucked & disheveled sari.
For a few minutes the men watched my feeble attempts to protect myself from their assault. Then a man directly opposite me sneered & asked “Ho gaya sajna savarna, randi?” (Are you done decking up, whore), I didn’t even look up.
My knees were shaking & sweat poured from every pore of my body.
Suddenly a voice called out “Randi ka naam to puchho? Chodne me maja ayega!” (Ask the whore her name? It will be fun while we fuck her), laughter spread through the crowd.
“Bol kutti! Teri hi baat ho rahi hai. Tu akeli randi hai yahan!” (Speak up bitch! They are talking about you! You are the only whore here!), the man opposite me guffawed as he said it.
I didn’t utter a word & looked down at my feet.
‘Slaaaaap!’ a hard slap almost pushed me down onto the seat.
I looked around at the crowd of men hoping someone would step in to help me. But I was on my own.
The man who had slapped me leaned forward & grabbed the shoulder straps of my blouse & pulled me to my feet.
As soon as I was on my feet he pulled the blouse straps down my shoulders.
I flung my head backwards & screamed “Nahiiiii! No..Noo please don’t do it!”
More than half of my sweating boobs & my bra were exposed to the men.
“Tera naam puchha tha, randi?” (we asked you your name, whore) he grimaced.
“Rinku!” I said with helplessness.
“Rinku”…”RInku” my name was repeated around the compartment.
“Hmmm! Rinku! Naam bhi kuttiya jaisa hai!” (Sounds just like a bitch’s name), said the man who was still holding my blouse.
“Arre! Kitna pasina aa raha hai Rinku ko!” (Hey, how much you are sweating, Rinku) he said mockingly & squeezed my naked shoulders.
Oohs & Aaahs were heard as he touched my bare skin.
He squeezed my naked flesh till I closed my eyes in shame.
As soon as I closed my eyes he grabbed my bra straps. In one motion he pulled down my bra & blouse revealing my firm boobs & dark brown nipples.
“No…no! I screamed in vain.
I covered my nipples with my hands as he reached below my breasts & tore away my blouse.
He reached behind me & unhooked my bra & tossed it away.
I saw it being caught by someone who immediately began sucking & biting on one of the cups.
I was horrified at the sight.
As I stood covering my boobs with my hands, the man caught hold of my sari & began pulling it off. I was forced to turn round & round as he stripped off my sari.
I closed my eyes unable to bear the shame of being stripped naked in front of so many.
He grabbed my petticoat & ripped it off in strips.
“Nahi…nahi nahi!” (No..No.. No) I was sobbing, crying & screaming all at once.
Men were whistling & yelling as he put his palms behind on my bums & caressed them.
Suddenly he pressed my bums harder & pulled me towards him. His lips clasped on to my mouth smothering my screams. His tongue probed my mouth & his teeth bit on my lips.
The man kissing me had moved his hands on to my bare naked back & was squeezing it.
Suddenly another man pushed his way to my side & groped my breast. He pulled down my panties & began kissing my neck & cheeks form behind.
I was writhing in shame & pain as these unknown men groped & felt me all over.
The worst part was there almost another 500 men waiting to do the same.
But the real horror was about to begin as my panties were torn away at my knees.
I was stark naked except for the ornaments that I had worn for the wedding.
“Puri nangi karo Rinku ko!” (Strip Rinku naked) someone screamed & both the men fondling my naked body stopped & roughly pulled away all of my ornaments.
My bangles, necklaces & earrings were plucked out & flung into the yelling throng of men.
My waistband was stuck so they turned me around such that I was facing the window.
Somebody began spanking my naked butt as the two struggled to unhook the band.
I yelped at every hit. One of the men was caressing my thigh as he fidgeted with the waistband.
By then the train was slowing at another station. I had lost track of where we had reached.
The train stopped.
For a while there was chaos as people shoved & pushed & ran around to board. Then suddenly a face looked right in the window which I was facing.
The person stared at me in shock & peered even closer to the window.
I also bent forward & said “Please help me! Bachao mujhe! Meri izzat loot rahe hai ye log. Mujh pe balatkar ho raha hai! I am being raped!” (Help me! I am being raped)
The face stared intently.
I followed his gaze & realized that he was staring at my naked dangling breasts.
I lost all hope as he excitedly told his friends “Andhar nangi ladki chudwa rahi hai! Chaal isi compartment me ghus ja!” (There’s a naked girl getting fucked! Shove your way into this compartment!) & with that I saw he & his friends run towards the door to my compartment!!!
I was still being spanked on my butt when all of a sudden one of the men exclaimed “Ho gaya!” (I am done!) I turned to see & saw him pocket my costly gold waistband.
The other man bent lower down & pulled at my ankles trying to remove my heels.
Suddenly he froze. My eyes locked into his & I saw the look of unbridled lust in his eyes.
I realized what had happened.
I was bent forward towards the window with my hands on the grills. My butt was facing the men. My legs were spread out as he was trying to remove my heels. I was in the classical doggy pose & he was bent slightly over my back reaching for my ankle.
He grinned at me & grabbed my thighs & pushed inwards towards me. My face was pressed against the bars of the window.
“No…No…nooo!” I began screaming in fear of impending ruin.
He pulled out his erect cock & without wasting a second hammered it into my bone dry asshole.
“AAAAaaaaaaaa…hhhhhHHHHHH!” my scream must have echoed throughout the train. He withdrew & plunged in again.
“AAaaaaahh! Aaaaaaoowwww! Aaaaaahhh!” I was screaming continuously as he pounded my ass with his cock.
He grabbed my hair & pulled my head back towards him. He kissed my cheek & growled “Aur chilla Rinku kuttiya! Jor se chilla!” (Scream more, you bitch! Scream louder!).
He kept holding on to my hair as he butt fucked me.
“Kuttiya! Kya tight gand hai!” (Bitch! What a tight asshole you have), He screamed as he fucked my ass harder.
I was clinging tightly to the window grill with my thighs wrapped around his waist.
Every time he thrust in, my silky hair slipped from his grasp. Then He would clutch another hand full of my hair & drag my head back till the next thrust.
Then after what seemed an eternity he started fucking me in short hard thrusts & I knew he was reaching climax.
At the wedding, I had started to flirt with a couple of young studs & had let them come very close to me.
I was looking hot & sexy & they got carried away a bit.
They took me to a corner & one of them began caressing my bum while the other was stroking my breast when my hubby came searching for me.
The boys moved away quickly but my expressions were enough to tell my hubby what I had been up to.
Surprisingly, he didn’t react as I expected him to.
He just grabbed my arm & dragged me away from there without a word.
It was around 5:00 in the evening when we left the venue.
Our car was parked in the parking lot but he took me towards the railway station.
“Mohit, where are we going? The car is…!” I started to ask but his angry look made me keep my mouth shut.
It was the peak of rush hour when we reached the railway station.
The crowd at the station was being doubled with every passing minute.
Mohit left me standing in the centre of the ticketing hall & went to buy tickets.
He was gone for almost 15 minutes & during that time I felt unseen hands brush my body & I was pushed & prodded by the jostling crowd.
“Come fast, don’t just stand there like a whore!” scolded Mohit as he came towards me. I blushed as many heads turned when he said that.
Again he held my arm & we climbed up the pedestrian bridge. We waited in the centre of the bridge as he watched the trains coming & going.
Then without warning he pulled me by my arm & dragged me down the stairs.
A train was inching its way out of the station.
People hung onto the doors. Many turned & stared as my boobs heaved as Mohit pulledg me behind him. We ran as fast as my heels would permit me to without stumbling.
The train was picking up speed slowly as we were running alongside.
I saw the green stripes marking out the ladies compartment & said “Mohit, I will get into the ladies compartment you take the gents!” he looked at me in disdain & said “Rinku you bitch! If I let you go there you will get into a clinch with some lesbian or get off at the next station & slut around with some college kids again! No!!!!! You bitch you are coming with me!”& he pointed towards the general men’s compartment.
I was stunned!!!
Men were crammed into the compartment; many were hanging out of the doors. Some were clinging to the rods of the windows.
“Mohit! Do you know what they will do to me?” I asked. He turned towards me & said “you like to get close to men don’t you? You like them touching your bums & boobs, don’t you? I think you will enjoy it?”
Suddenly he pushed me towards a group of men hanging in a door of the train.
“Isko andhar le lo… please!” (Take her inside… please) he shouted at them.
Two of them gleefully reached out & pulled me in. I was passed along inside the throng of men.
As I was passed inside, men started to turn around to face me. I could feel their bodies touch my body. The smell of their sweat was overpowering.
I kept looking back to see if Mohit was there behind me, but couldn’t see him so I called out “Mohit! Kahan ho? (Mohit, where are you?)” Almost all the men surrounding me answered. “Jaaneman! Usko chod, main hoon na! (Darling! Forget him, I am here!).
I was shit scared & an uncontrollable panic was rising within me. I tried to push out from the crowd but my way was blocked by 2 tall men. I couldn’t see where I was going.
“Please…. let me go!” I pleaded with them.
They laughed & I felt hands crawl up my body. Some were groping around my bums; others were caressing my bare waist & flat tummy while most were crushing my breasts.
“Noo…oo!” I cried as the men got bolder & bolder. Someone pulled my pallu (The usually decorated end of a sari that hangs loose when worn) from my boobs & shoved his palm inside my blouse.
Another man was trying to pull out my tucked in sari & another hand was pushing inside towards my crotch. I was helpless.
It was so cramped I could barely move & both of my hands were busy trying to push away the faces that were leaning towards me, trying to kiss me.
As my hands were busy pushing away salivating lips, my body was being squeezed & probed.
“Kya maal hai!” “Randi saali!” (What a babe! Bloody Whore) I kept hearing such things as I yelped & moaned in agony.
Without warning a tall man in front of me reached forward & placed his huge hands on either side of my face.
I tugged at his hands & scratched at them but he was too strong & tough.
His right hand grabbed my tied up hair & his other hand moved over my cheek & his fingers dug through my hair & into my scalp.
My face was held in his vice like grip & I watched his grinning lips come towards my lips.
“UMMmmfff!” I groaned as his slimy mouth engulfed my lips. His teeth bit into my soft lips & his tongue probed deep inside my mouth.
I recoiled in shame & tears ran down my face. He continued kissing me all over my face while the rest of the men around me were squeezing whatever part of my body they could lay their hands on.
That’s when I felt the train slow down. I realized we were close to a station.
I had to take this chance & get out before anything else happened.
I stopped hitting at the man smooching me & instead reciprocated by pushing my tongue inside his mouth.
I put my hands into his hair caressed his cheeks.
He froze for an instant & then our tongues met in a wet sloppy kiss.
“Arre, kutiya garam ho gayi!” (Hey, the bitch is hot!), someone shouted & the others cheered.
The train was slowing & the man kissing me was relaxing as I nibbled his lips & caressed his cheeks.
I felt many hands relax their tight grips on my boobs & bums as they watched my slutty performance.
The train was coming gently to a stop & many people were getting out.
Suddenly, with as much strength I could muster I pushed at the man kissing me, turned around & ran straight towards the door.
He was too surprised to react.
Someone shouted “Roko randi ko!” (Stop the whore), I ran as fast as I could & had almost reached the door when a large group of men rushed in pushing me back.
“Ohhh NOOoooo…!” I cried as I saw my escape route blocked.
Then a hand fell on my hair & I was jerked backwards into the arms of a man. As soon as I came within his reach, he clasped his palms on to my breasts & began kneading them.
I bit his hands & freed myself from his clutches & ran towards the door.
But the train was moving again as the men closed around me.
Suddenly a voice called out from behind “Saali kuttiya phir se bhag rahi hai! Pakdo usko aur kapade phad daalo uske! Nangi kaise bhagegi dekte hai?” (The bloody bitch is trying to run out again! Catch her & rip off herclothes! Let’s see how she runs out naked?), all of them laughed & three or four pairs of hands coiled around my naked waist & dragged me back to the centre.
Immediately my blouse was grabbed from both sides & I heard the fabric rip.
I felt fingers being shoved inside the crack between my bums & get hold of my petticoat & panties.
I screamed “Nahi….iiii! Please jaane do mujhe! Main tumhare behen jaise hoon!” (No! please let me go! I am like your sister!”) I was begging them to let me go.
Somebody said “tu behen to hum sab behenchod!” (if you are our sister then we all are sister fuckers!”)
Their lust filled eyes bored into my body & their eager hands pressed onto my body.
I heard my blouse tear & screamed “Stop it! Stop! Mere kapde mat phado!” (Don’t tear my clothes!).
Somebody grabbed my hair & led me further inside the compartment. I was pushed to the farthest corner of the compartment.
Now the door was impossible to reach.
Men were pushing & shoving to get a better view & everyone was trying to come further ahead in the crowd which was forming to fuck me.
There were almost 500 men in that compartment & I knew that even if less than half of them raped me I would be almost dead.
Many of the men had their mobile phone cameras aimed at me as tears began flowing down my cheeks.
I had my back towards the barred window, the seats around me had emptied & the crowd of men was closing in.
I clasped one hand to my breasts trying to hold on to my flimsy blouse & bra. The other hand I placed on my crotch & tried to pull up my almost un-tucked & disheveled sari.
For a few minutes the men watched my feeble attempts to protect myself from their assault. Then a man directly opposite me sneered & asked “Ho gaya sajna savarna, randi?” (Are you done decking up, whore), I didn’t even look up.
My knees were shaking & sweat poured from every pore of my body.
Suddenly a voice called out “Randi ka naam to puchho? Chodne me maja ayega!” (Ask the whore her name? It will be fun while we fuck her), laughter spread through the crowd.
“Bol kutti! Teri hi baat ho rahi hai. Tu akeli randi hai yahan!” (Speak up bitch! They are talking about you! You are the only whore here!), the man opposite me guffawed as he said it.
I didn’t utter a word & looked down at my feet.
‘Slaaaaap!’ a hard slap almost pushed me down onto the seat.
I looked around at the crowd of men hoping someone would step in to help me. But I was on my own.
The man who had slapped me leaned forward & grabbed the shoulder straps of my blouse & pulled me to my feet.
As soon as I was on my feet he pulled the blouse straps down my shoulders.
I flung my head backwards & screamed “Nahiiiii! No..Noo please don’t do it!”
More than half of my sweating boobs & my bra were exposed to the men.
“Tera naam puchha tha, randi?” (we asked you your name, whore) he grimaced.
“Rinku!” I said with helplessness.
“Rinku”…”RInku” my name was repeated around the compartment.
“Hmmm! Rinku! Naam bhi kuttiya jaisa hai!” (Sounds just like a bitch’s name), said the man who was still holding my blouse.
“Arre! Kitna pasina aa raha hai Rinku ko!” (Hey, how much you are sweating, Rinku) he said mockingly & squeezed my naked shoulders.
Oohs & Aaahs were heard as he touched my bare skin.
He squeezed my naked flesh till I closed my eyes in shame.
As soon as I closed my eyes he grabbed my bra straps. In one motion he pulled down my bra & blouse revealing my firm boobs & dark brown nipples.
“No…no! I screamed in vain.
I covered my nipples with my hands as he reached below my breasts & tore away my blouse.
He reached behind me & unhooked my bra & tossed it away.
I saw it being caught by someone who immediately began sucking & biting on one of the cups.
I was horrified at the sight.
As I stood covering my boobs with my hands, the man caught hold of my sari & began pulling it off. I was forced to turn round & round as he stripped off my sari.
I closed my eyes unable to bear the shame of being stripped naked in front of so many.
He grabbed my petticoat & ripped it off in strips.
“Nahi…nahi nahi!” (No..No.. No) I was sobbing, crying & screaming all at once.
Men were whistling & yelling as he put his palms behind on my bums & caressed them.
Suddenly he pressed my bums harder & pulled me towards him. His lips clasped on to my mouth smothering my screams. His tongue probed my mouth & his teeth bit on my lips.
The man kissing me had moved his hands on to my bare naked back & was squeezing it.
Suddenly another man pushed his way to my side & groped my breast. He pulled down my panties & began kissing my neck & cheeks form behind.
I was writhing in shame & pain as these unknown men groped & felt me all over.
The worst part was there almost another 500 men waiting to do the same.
But the real horror was about to begin as my panties were torn away at my knees.
I was stark naked except for the ornaments that I had worn for the wedding.
“Puri nangi karo Rinku ko!” (Strip Rinku naked) someone screamed & both the men fondling my naked body stopped & roughly pulled away all of my ornaments.
My bangles, necklaces & earrings were plucked out & flung into the yelling throng of men.
My waistband was stuck so they turned me around such that I was facing the window.
Somebody began spanking my naked butt as the two struggled to unhook the band.
I yelped at every hit. One of the men was caressing my thigh as he fidgeted with the waistband.
By then the train was slowing at another station. I had lost track of where we had reached.
The train stopped.
For a while there was chaos as people shoved & pushed & ran around to board. Then suddenly a face looked right in the window which I was facing.
The person stared at me in shock & peered even closer to the window.
I also bent forward & said “Please help me! Bachao mujhe! Meri izzat loot rahe hai ye log. Mujh pe balatkar ho raha hai! I am being raped!” (Help me! I am being raped)
The face stared intently.
I followed his gaze & realized that he was staring at my naked dangling breasts.
I lost all hope as he excitedly told his friends “Andhar nangi ladki chudwa rahi hai! Chaal isi compartment me ghus ja!” (There’s a naked girl getting fucked! Shove your way into this compartment!) & with that I saw he & his friends run towards the door to my compartment!!!
I was still being spanked on my butt when all of a sudden one of the men exclaimed “Ho gaya!” (I am done!) I turned to see & saw him pocket my costly gold waistband.
The other man bent lower down & pulled at my ankles trying to remove my heels.
Suddenly he froze. My eyes locked into his & I saw the look of unbridled lust in his eyes.
I realized what had happened.
I was bent forward towards the window with my hands on the grills. My butt was facing the men. My legs were spread out as he was trying to remove my heels. I was in the classical doggy pose & he was bent slightly over my back reaching for my ankle.
He grinned at me & grabbed my thighs & pushed inwards towards me. My face was pressed against the bars of the window.
“No…No…nooo!” I began screaming in fear of impending ruin.
He pulled out his erect cock & without wasting a second hammered it into my bone dry asshole.
“AAAAaaaaaaaa…hhhhhHHHHHH!” my scream must have echoed throughout the train. He withdrew & plunged in again.
“AAaaaaahh! Aaaaaaoowwww! Aaaaaahhh!” I was screaming continuously as he pounded my ass with his cock.
He grabbed my hair & pulled my head back towards him. He kissed my cheek & growled “Aur chilla Rinku kuttiya! Jor se chilla!” (Scream more, you bitch! Scream louder!).
He kept holding on to my hair as he butt fucked me.
“Kuttiya! Kya tight gand hai!” (Bitch! What a tight asshole you have), He screamed as he fucked my ass harder.
I was clinging tightly to the window grill with my thighs wrapped around his waist.
Every time he thrust in, my silky hair slipped from his grasp. Then He would clutch another hand full of my hair & drag my head back till the next thrust.
Then after what seemed an eternity he started fucking me in short hard thrusts & I knew he was reaching climax.