I stowed my gear into my compartment, grabbed my book, took a seat, and began to read. My car was pretty full of people, so I felt relatively safe. When the train left the station, my car was full, and a young man took the last seat next to me. He was tall, blond, and handsome. I imagined that, in his late twenties, he would smile warmly at me.
“Good morning, fraulein,” he said softly.
“Good morning,” I returned with a big smile.
For a while, I read while he had his earbuds in, and then he removed them.
“Where is your destination? Fraulein,” He asked softly.
“I’m traveling to Hungary,” I answered, closing my book.
“Ah, I am going there also,” He said with a warm smile.
“My name is Hans,” he said, extending his hand.
“My name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becca,” I responded as he crushed my hand in his grip.
Hans started telling his story to me. He was in the military, and a few dozen of his fellow soldiers were heading back home after some military training. He said he was single but always looking for a future wife. I blushed slightly. I told him I was backpacking across Europe for the summer and I was from the U.S.A. We spent the next few hours talking about travels and family, and I looked at my watch, noticing it was lunchtime.
“I’m going to the service car and get some lunch,” I announced, standing up.
“May I join you, Fraueiln?” He asked politely.
“Oh, yes, of course,” I replied.
We enjoyed a wonderful lunch. Hans was funny and intelligent, and he had me laughing and blushing at his stories. Some of his friends approached the table and teased him about how he had found such a beautiful girl to join him for lunch. We returned to our seats, and Hans commented that the worst part of the trip was sleeping in our seats overnight; I told him I had arranged a sleeper. After lunch, I became tired and dozed off, awakening to my head leaning against Hans’s shoulder.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I should have gone to my sleeper. It’s number seven in the next car,” I informed him.
“It’s no problem. You looked so peaceful I couldn’t bear to wake you,” Has answered softly.
I sat up, wiping the drool off my face, somewhat embarrassed. Hans got up and excused himself, returning about an hour later.
“Is everything alright?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, I was just checking in with the boys and making plans for later,” He offered happily.
I opened my book and began reading. Hans just looked out the window. People filtered in and out of the car, and I noticed the shadows out the window getting long. I looked at my watch, and it was already six pm.
“I think I’ll eat dinner before turning in for the night. Would you care to join me?” I asked.
“Yes, I was hoping you’d ask, he said, smiling.
Hans led me into the service car, taking the last table in the car, right next to my sleeper car. We ordered dinner.
“Would you like a glass of wine with dinner, Fraueiln?” he asked.
“Yes, thank you, that would be nice,” I answered.
Hans ordered wine for us, and we began chatting again as the sunset. The wine made me feel warm inside, and my dinner was beautiful, which I polished off quickly.
Well, I’m heading to bed, Hans. It was nice to meet you,” I said as I stood up.
“Oh, please, have a nightcap with me before you go,” He asked, smiling warmly.
“Oh, OK, I’ll have one more glass of wine after I go to the ladies’ room,” I responded after thinking about it.
“Perfect,” He answered strangely.
I excused myself and went to the ladies’ room, spotting two glasses of wine on the table. I sipped my wine as Hans talked. I was almost finished with it when I began to feel strange. I began to feel like I wasn’t inside my body like I was floating above it. I was looking at Hans blankly. I was awake but felt like a zombie.
“Are you alright, Rebecca?” Hans asked
“No, I’m feeling very strange, like my body can’t move, and I’m very spacey,” I said, getting woozier.
“Let’s get you to your sleeper,” Hans said, getting up.
“No, no, let me sit here a while,” I said, my vision getting blurry.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to your sleeper?” Hans said, holding my hands.
I began to sweat and feel very hot, my pussy began to itch unbearably. My breathing became rapid, and I could feel my heart beating in my head.
“What did you give me, Hans?” I slurred.
“Come on, let me get you to your sleeper. You’re not well,” Hans said softly.
“No, that’s what you want, that’s your plan, I babbled.
“Nonsense, Rebecca,” he countered.
My pussy was so uncomfortable I reached under my dress and scratched it, which made it worse. I felt the room spinning around me, and I knew I couldn’t stay at the table. I looked around for a conductor or a waiter to help me, but I didn’t see anyone. I tried to get up, but my legs wouldn’t hold my weight. I planned on crawling to my sleeper, but as I tried to get off my chair, Hans grabbed me around my waist and led me through the service car.
“Leave me alone, Hans,” I slurred.
Hans was much stronger than I was, and he muscled me to the sleeper car. We stood in front of my sleeper. Hans opened the sliding door and pushed me in.
Get out of here, Hans,” I ordered.
“Don’t fight it, Rebecca. You can’t stop it now,” Hans said softly.
I pounded my fists into Han’s chest.
“No, no, no, I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to be fucked by your friends,” I cried.
“Rebecca, none of them will hurt you. It will be OK, I promise,” Hans tried to reassure me.
“No, please don’t make me do this,” I pleaded.
“Ssh, ssh, ssh, let’s get you ready. The men will be here soon,” Hans said, holding me.
“No, no, no,” I cried.
The door of my sleeper opened, and six men walked in, closing the door behind them. Hans turned me toward the men and began unbuttoning my dress.
“No, stop, don’t,” I sobbed loudly.
Hans slid my dress off my shoulders, and it fell to the floor. He picked me up and put me on my bed, naked men waiting for me. The men grabbed me, laying me on my back and spreading my legs.
Ohh, noo,” I begged through my tears.
Hans took off his clothes and crawled onto the bed, his cock long and thick.
“Agh, I don’t want to fuck,” I screamed.
“Our cocks will make your pussy feel better, Rebecca,” Hans said as he crawled between my legs.
Hans pushed his cock into my boiling-hot pussy.
“No, no, umm, umm,” I cried before a cock slipped into my mouth.
Both men started pumping their cocks into me as my body squirmed.
“fuck, she’s tight,” Hans exclaimed.
Hans was fucking me hard, and two men put their cocks in my hands to stroke. The man who had his cock in my mouth stopped and told me.
“Start sucking it bitch,”
I was crying so hard I couldn’t close my mouth around his cock. Slowly my head began bobbing on his cock as I stroked two men, and Hans pounded my burning pussy.
Umm, Umm, Umm,” I moaned loudly.
Men were sucking my nipples and twisting them, and I was on sensory overload. I was disgusted when I realized I was about to have a colossal orgasm. I couldn’t control my body, Hans’s cock was feeling good inside me, and the men’s attention to my body was more than I could fight.
“Umm, Umm, umm, my body flailed on the bed as I came, the men holding me down.