Chapter 4

“Answer me.” His hand left my breast and wrapped around my throat, and his rings pressed into my pulse. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes. This. All of it. I want—I need —”

“I know what you needed.” He thrust in hard and my whole body jolted. My hands slapped against the cold window glass, and the reflection in the window blinked at me with glazed eyes and a slack mouth. “You needed to be put in your place. You needed to be broken. You needed to be fucked until you can't remember your name.”

He started moving. Slow at first. Deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in. I could feel every inch. The curve of him. The way the head caught on my entrance with each withdrawal. The wet sound of my cunt trying to keep him inside.

Collins stood and came over to watch. Blue eyes met mine in the glass and held them.

“She's taking you so well,” he said to Joseph. “Look at that cunt. Still gripping and hungry.”

“She's a natural,” Joseph agreed. His hips never stopped moving. “She was born for this and wired for it. Some women are.”

Kingsley appeared on my other side.

“I want—” I started.

“We know what you want.” Joseph thrust harder. Faster. The rhythm shifted from exploration to something else. Something brutal. “You want it all. Our cum in all your holes, and you crave to be so full you can't think.”

His words were turning me on more than his cock. He seemed to understand me, and knew the things I'd told no one, the dark, hungry thing that lived in my gut, and he was speaking it aloud while he fucked me on a public train.

My cunt was throbbing. My whole body was throbbing. I could feel an orgasm building deep in my pelvis, coiling and tightening like a spring. Joseph must have felt it too, because his hand tightened on my throat.

“Not yet,” he said. “Not until I say.”

I whimpered and tried to push my hips back against him, but his other hand clamped down on my hip and held me still.

“You'll come when we let you,” he said. “And not before. You gave up that right when you stepped onto this train, and when you spread your legs for three strangers. You're ours now. Your pleasure is ours. Your body is ours. And you'll take what we give you and nothing more.”

Kingsley had moved. He was sitting on the seat now, the one in front of the window, his cock in his hand. He was stroking himself slowly, watching me over Joseph's shoulder, and when he caught my eye, he grinned and licked his lips.

“When he's done,” Kingsley said, “I'm taking your ass again. Properly this time. I'm going to fuck it until you can't sit for a week. Until every time you shift in your seat tomorrow, you feel me inside you.”

Collins knelt beside us. His face was next to mine, his lips brushing my ear, and his hand slid down my belly until his fingers found my clit.

“And while he does that,” Collins murmured, “I'm going to fuck your mouth. I'm going to hold your head still and use your throat until I come. And you're going to swallow every drop. Aren't you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes. Yes. I'll swallow it. I'll take it. All of it. Please. Please let me—”

“Let you what?” Joseph's rhythm faltered just for a second. “Say it. Say what you need.”

“Let me come. Please. Please let me come. I need it. I need it so bad. I've needed nothing so bad in my life. Please. Please—”

“Good girl,” Joseph said.

His hand left my throat and found my clit, brushing Collins's fingers aside. And he ground down, hard. At the same moment, he thrust up into me, and the spring inside me snapped.

I screamed. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, like the train we were on, like everything I'd ever wanted and been too afraid to ask for. My cunt clenched around his cock, pulsing, squeezing, and my whole body went rigid. My hands pressed flat against the window, and my spine arched.

The orgasm went on and on. Joseph kept thrusting through it, drawing it out, and wringing every spasm from my cunt until I was sobbing. Until I was slumped against the window, held up only by his hands on my hips and his cock still buried inside me.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. “Perfect. Now you're ready for what comes next.”

He pulled out and his cum dripped down my thigh, and I realised he'd come too, inside me, and I hadn't even noticed. My body was so overwhelmed, so overstimulated, that the sensation had just been one more thing in a sea of sensation.

Joseph stood. He buttoned his shirt and adjusted his cuffs, as he'd just finished a business meeting. He tucked his cock away, and then he sat down in the seat across from the window. He crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap.

“Kingsley,” he said. “Your turn.”

Oh. Is he the leader?

I should have known, with the way the others made way for him when he stood.

Kingsley was already on his feet. He gripped my hips and hauled me up off my knees, bending me over the back of the seat. My face pressed against the seat.

“Finally,” Kingsley growled.

His cock pressed against my asshole and he pushed in. One long, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt, and I screamed, but he didn't stop. He started fucking my ass with deep, punishing strokes, each one forcing another grunt from my chest.

“That's it,” he grunted. “Take it. Take my cock in your tight little ass. You love it. I can feel you loving it. Your cunt's drooling all over the floor.”

Collins moved in front of me and pressed his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth without being told, and he slid inside, past my tongue, into my throat, and I closed my eyes and took him.

I took them both. Kingsley in my ass, pounding so hard the seat creaked beneath us. Collins in my mouth, fucking my throat in short, controlled strokes.

Kingsley came first. He buried his dick deep in my ass and his hands bruised my hips as his roar echoed off the train walls. He bathed the inside of my wall with his cum as he continued thrusting. He didn't stop until he was spent. Until he pulled out and left me gaping and dripping and empty again.

Collins took longer. He used my throat like it was his personal toy, holding my head in place with both hands, controlling the depth and the speed.

“Swallow,” he commanded.

His cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, and my throat worked around his cock, milking him. When he finally pulled out, I was gasping, my throat raw, my mouth full of the taste of him.

I collapsed onto the seat.

“We've reached our stop,” Joseph spoke throughout the haze my mind has gone to.

I heard them adjust their clothes, but I didn't look up. I was just too tired to do that.

“You did well,” he said as he ruffled my hair. “You took it all.”

Then their footsteps moved away towards the door at the end of the car.

I forced my head up and looked over my shoulder at the three predators, walking away as if nothing had happened.

Kingsley glanced back. He grinned and gave me a slow, lazy wink. And then they were gone, and the doors slid shut, and the train pulled away into the dark.

THE END.