He wanted to teach her a lesson, but was it worth it? You decide.



Abby sat on a seat, roaring down a train track at improbable speeds. Its chugging set the tone for sleep and many of its passengers took full advantage. Though one cab showed signs of increased activity. In it, a blond haired blue eyed beauty of both immaturity and budding maturity relaxed as much as was possible in the presence of a few leery males, built somewhat tall and muscular. Each looked the part of a career criminal, arms lined with tattoos, randomly placed scars littered either their forearms or exposed portions of their chests since two of them wore muscle shirts. To shrug off their presence would both be foolish and irresponsible of a woman of her stature.

She was a slip of a girl, with a body made for fucking though in all likelihood weighed a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, wearing the clothes she had on. Her breasts weren't anything to write home to mom about, though they stood proudly without any supports as she daringly decided against before leaving home this morning. Her backside was of an enviable firmness, its cheeks would comfortably fill the average person's hand while retaining its fullness. Abby knew that men fantasized about her, her cascading naturally blond hair often left to flow in the wind, to tease and taunt the male population.

One of the men shifted on his feet, adjusting for the slight jarring as the train cruised through a wide left turn. He took a seat next to the girl and busied himself with his phone. In reality, he was. There lacked a need to fake it. Bruno typed coded information to his boss. "Yes, she's here. Right next to me, on a train to Boston." Of course writing something like this would be incriminating, so he used his skills as a cypher to encrypt the message. In a reply, he was given strict directions to go forward with the plan.

Another man, called 'Robert' by his cohorts moved into the aisle beside the closest door and Bruno initiated first contact. Abby's hand touched his lightly after which he pulled her onto his lap. Her dress provided little resistance for his hands, searching powerfully for the object of his lust. She was taken by surprise as a thick finger invaded her sex, pushing into her sudden moisture and dipped repeatedly like a cock. He tore the cheap fabric of her panties, hiked up her dress, unbuckled his belt and gave her a reason to resist him. "Gonna fuck you good, bitch!"

"Noo! Please!" Her struggle meant nothing when compared to the ferocity of his desires. The raging cock he threatened to bury within her tightness surely would injure her if ever it was rammed completely inside, perhaps in a moment of intense passion. Abby's arms weakly swatted one of his tree trunk arms like a cat batting at a bird it had caught. She felt him stroke her hair and laid against him limply. It was one of her triggers, touching her scalp or twirling a lock of her beautiful, lively blond tresses made her unbearably wet. He noticed a change in her demeanor and slipped himself inside, enjoying the tiniest little hole stretching painfully to allow him access, drooling its juices down the length of prick she found herself impaled upon.

Someone pulled out a camera and knelt on the floor behind them, filming her abused cunt being fucked while she cried. Every ounce of her will to escape was lost, the battle won by her attacker the instant his cock invaded the sacred passage at the juncture of her thighs. Embarrassment caused Abby to blush, combined with a wealth of tears expended due to her predicament there didn't seem to be an end besides the course predetermined by her attacker. Something warm, agile and wet invaded her virginal brown hole, tasting her tanginess, prying deeper into a place where no man had ever gone, nor could they if she'd been allowed the freedom to choose.

Bruno felt her wrench, turning uncomfortably. His grasp of her ass shifted, adjusted and firmed to keep her inclined to submit. A hardness pressed against her brown crinkle, pushing forward into her reluctant anus. Abby sobbed, trembling in his grasp as Bruno spread her cheeks wider. "Fuck her ass, Rob! She's getting so wet from it!" The two of them shared a moment when each felt the other's cock stroking, deciding after little hesitation to alternate thrusts. The girl cried during her abuse and the guy holding the camera captured every moment, taking the time to move around and see her expression. She pleaded silently with whoever might be watching to save her, though sympathy wasn't a strong suit of any members of their trio.

"She's gonna get it! Oh fuck, I don't think I can pull it out!" Bruno stiffened up and she felt his caustic seed splash her insides, impregnating her fertile loins most assuredly. Robert wrecked her ass, pumping it mercilessly for all it was worth. Big meat cleaver hands continued to hold Abby's cheeks in their clutches, his cock softening enough to fit entirely inside. The movement of his friend's prick influenced Bruno's cock to harden. She thought it never would end once her pussy was getting poked, slow slimy thrusts of his length barreled into her, ragged from fatigue she imagined he might miss and try to penetrate her belly button, opening her stomach to bleed her like a freshly slaughtered cow.

"I'm cumming in her ass, man! Oh..oh!" Robert roared as he shot his wad along her clenching sphincter, holding her for a moment in what mimicked love, however fleeting. He pulled out unceremoniously letting the flow of come land on the floor beneath them. "Our stop is coming up. We should really hit the trail."

"You're right." Bruno put away his cock and fixed the belt of his jeans, motioning to the cameraman to shut the tape off. They pushed out of the airlocked door, meeting Abby's boyfriend who caught the two of them not holding a camera with an arm around their necks. Each hand held a sharp bladed kitchen knife, glued to the skin of their throats. With one turn, both Bruno and Robert slit their own throats, failing to shift their weight and gain a bit of leverage. Both bled out as their camera guy stared, jaw to the floor.

"I think you might want to hand that cam over to me."

"Yeah, sure, sure. Here, man!"

He tossed the silver DV camera to her boyfriend as she crawled out of the doors, unable to stand. Abby quietly sobbed to herself as she found momentary solace in his arms, shielded from the public view. The conductor must have halted his train and came out to ask what happened. But by that time, he managed to slip away with his girlfriend down a staircase.



This is a possible series since I haven't yet concluded the story, but I'm unsure where it should go from here. Tell me. I'm all ears.

Where do you want me to go, sticking with a voyeurism topic of course?

 

Any suggestions as to where this story could go?

 

The bf takes her to a nearby place so she can clean up, when she comes out she sees 5 or 6 men viewing the video on tv half of them stroking thier exposed cocks, the bf set her up