The climax of the last train

It was close to midnight, the last bus. I'd forgotten the time after dinner with friends and rushed to catch this one.

"Driver, wait a minute!"

I gasped, running to the bus door and leaping up the stairs with my long, slender legs. My

chest heaved from running, my full breasts rising and falling with each breath. Because of the dinner, I'd dressed up specially for the occasion: a pink off-the-shoulder chiffon top and super-short denim shorts. Whenever I bent over, my underwear was tantalizingly visible beneath my buttocks, arousing a strong desire.

Besides the driver, there was a man in his thirties in a suit on the bus. He looked refined and harmless, so my nervousness about taking the bus late at night subsided.

I went straight to the last row of seats, the largest and most spacious.

As soon as I sat down, my eyelids quickly closed, probably because I'd had a little alcohol.

The bus started swaying and rocking. I don't know how long I slept, but I felt like someone was stroking my thigh. At first, it was furtive, and I was so sleepy that I ignored him. When he saw I didn't react, he became more aggressive, reaching inside my clothes and grabbing my 32D breasts. I suddenly woke up with a start.

The bus had long since stopped, and I had no idea where I was. It looked like some desolate wilderness. The refined-looking man from before was long gone. The man next to me, touching me with dirty hands, was short and slightly overweight—the driver. When he saw I was awake, he gave me a lewd smile.

"You... what do you want to do? Let me go! My boyfriend is a policeman! If you dare do anything to me, you're finished!" I was terrified but tried to remain calm, making up a lie to try and make him back down.

"You've already been played by your boyfriend, what are you pretending for?"

He ripped open my chiffon, revealing my full breasts to his chest.

"Ah—! No… Help! Help!"

I was completely terrified, struggling desperately to break free from his grip. Suddenly, a slap landed without warning. The force of the blow made my ears ring and I couldn't think straight. Then, he grabbed my neck with one hand and threatened,

"Damn it! If you scream again, I'll kill you and rape you."

His grip on my neck tightened, and I realized he really wanted to kill me. I quickly told him in a nearly suffocating voice,

"I… won't scream…"

He released me with a wicked smile and unhooked my bra from behind, revealing the pink of my areolas against my fair skin. He took my already erect nipple into his mouth, while his other hand cupped my other breast and squeezed my nipple hard.

I didn't dare resist and could only turn my head away, tearing my shirt with my hands, my body trembling with fear.

I kept sobbing softly, afraid that crying too loudly would anger him. Actually, I don't have a boyfriend at all. There was someone I liked at the dinner party today, so I dressed up like this on purpose. Who knew...

his hand slowly slipped from my shorts to my underwear, rubbing my clitoris through the fabric. I gasped because of the unfamiliar sensation.

"Feels good, doesn't it...you're such a slut."

After seeing my reaction, he pressed and rubbed harder. With his movements, waves of pleasure washed over me, a little painful but also...a little pleasurable.

"Quick, there's a girl with huge tits."

"Damn it, where is she?"

Two people got on the bus. I looked towards the door in terror. The tall, muscular man had a dragon tattoo on his arm and looked fierce; the thinner man next to him had a face full of acne and looked lewd.

The driver, seeing my fear, became even more excited and said with a wicked smile,

"Let's all have some fun!"

I shook my head frantically in fear, but dared not scream, afraid that the driver would grab my neck again.

"Boss, this is great!" the skinny man said to the taller, stronger man next to him.

"Damn, I'm already hard just looking at her."

I looked down at her crotch and sure enough, I saw a bulge, which terrified me even more.

"Please, let me go, let me go!" I cried louder and louder, begging them for mercy.

But this only fueled his lust, and he pulled my underwear down to my ankles. I shuddered, and the driver inserted a finger straight into my vagina. Being inexperienced, I couldn't withstand his finger and cried out in pain.

"This slut is probably still a virgin!"

The driver's finger kept thrusting in and out. I tried to stop him in pain, but I was no match for his brute strength. I could only twist my body, trying to pull away from him, and with his hand, more of my juices flowed out. I couldn't help but groan.

"Damn it, this chick is totally seducing me!" the boss shoved the driver away.

He hurriedly unzipped his pants, pulled out his already swollen and red penis, and thrust it straight into my vagina. After rubbing it up and down at the entrance, he inserted it directly into my vagina. Only halfway in, and I screamed in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts... Waaah, please let me go!"

"I'll check again after I've had my fill. Damn, she really is a virgin."

The boss straightened his back and pushed forward hard. I felt a thin membrane blocking the way, but he forced it in until his entire penis was inside my vagina.

He ignored my screams and pleas, his hips swaying, each thrust tearing at my uterus. My legs were pressed against his chest, and he pressed down on the front of my thighs, bringing my buttocks closer to his crotch so his penis could penetrate even deeper.

"Ah—no, no, it hurts... it hurts so much. Let me go! Let me go!"

I screamed, constantly crying out in pain, my whole body curling up in agony. I tried to push him away from my side with one hand, but he only became more excited by my touch and thrust in and out more forcefully.

I cried and screamed, the pain combined with each impact creating a strange pleasure that slowly stimulated me. Each time my clitoris was hit, my whole body went numb, and I gradually went from screaming in pain to soft moans.

The thin man went around behind me, grabbing one of my large breasts with each hand, squeezing and kneading them, pinching and twisting my nipples, making me feel so good that I produced more juices. I knew I was soaking wet, and I kind of hoped they wouldn't stop.

*Plop! Plop!*

"Damn, so wet on your first time, damn! Is this slut about to orgasm?"

I felt ashamed listening to their filthy words, but the repeated impacts on my core made me feel even better, and I cooperated with his movements, wanting more.

The driver pinched my cheeks and turned me around, and I saw his big cock thrusting towards me, shoving it directly into my mouth. I tried to push him away with my hands, but the man behind me grabbed my hands, and so I ended up with the driver's big cock in my mouth.

A foul, fishy smell spread from my mouth to my nose, making me feel nauseous and want to vomit. The driver, as if knowing this, quickly grabbed my head and forcefully thrust in and out of his genitals.

One man was thrusting inside me, while another was thrusting into my mouth. I felt so lewd, so obscene, yet somehow also somewhat comfortable, whimpering... umm... whimpering softly.

And so it went, until the penis thrusting into my vagina faster and faster, the pressure from my hands on my waist gradually increasing, my whimpering growing louder and louder. I vaguely felt the man beneath me twitch, his hot semen shooting deep into my uterus, the semen mingling with traces of virgin blood slowly flowing from my opening.

Each thrust brought me to orgasm, my body convulsing slightly.

Before I could even react, the driver flipped me over and inserted his penis into my vagina from behind. I cried out, and the thin man, who had been behind me but was now in front of me, shoved his penis into my mouth.

The position from behind penetrated even deeper into my core. I arched my back, shrank my back, and twisted my waist, trying to avoid his penetration. The driver gripped my waist tightly with both hands, thrusting against my crotch. With his penis in my mouth, I could only whimper.

I don't know how much time passed, but the thrusting from behind became faster and faster, and my cries grew louder and louder. After a series of convulsions

, he ejaculated inside me. I lay limply on the chair, my body still convulsing from the recent orgasm. The thin man seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He moved my feet under the chair so that my legs could just touch the floor. Because the chair was high, he lifted my buttocks from behind and penetrated me directly while standing. I was soaking wet, so it was very easy for him to enter.

My moans started again. Unexpectedly, this skinny man's penis was bigger and longer than the other two's. My vagina gripped his penis tightly, it was painful, numb, and hard. My hands gripped the seat cushion tightly, each time it hit my clitoris, I strained, biting my lower lip, hoping he would finish quickly. His hands around my waist forced me to let him bring his penis to my climax each time.

He changed positions twice. One time he sat on the chair, turned my back to him, spread my legs in an M-shape, and inserted himself. The two drivers and the boss in front, having finished, were smoking and looking at my exposed genitals. He lifted my buttocks and moved them up and down, my vagina opening and closing, sucking his penis, causing the two men in front to get hard again. I could only close my eyes in shame.

"Ah... um... mmm... umm..." The moans aroused their primal desires.

Then he made me lie on my side in the chair, holding up one of my legs, and he half-bent over , inserting

his penis into my vagina until it reached deep into my uterus. My juices mixed with the semen he had ejaculated earlier, slowly flowing out with each thrust, making my inner thighs wet and sticky. I was powerless and could only let him bring me to orgasm with each thrust. Soon after, his penis was put into my mouth again. I knew that after the driver and the boss finished their rest, they wanted to start having sex with me again. I couldn't resist and could only moan in response to their movements. I don't know how many times I was fucked, but I passed out.

When I woke up, I was back in my own apartment, looking at my tattered clothes, covered in foul-smelling semen, my body covered in bruises and hickeys, my vagina swollen and stained with dried blood.

There was a note on the table with only a few words written on it: "I know your home address, don't try anything funny."

I checked my wallet; the money was gone, and even my ID card was gone. I trembled. Should I call the police? What if they found out, what if they knew my family had killed me to cover it up?

All I could do was cry in fear, hoping they wouldn't come any closer.

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