Sarah's body had simply had enough after her extended session with the depraved lumber baron and one of her fellow "trainees"...her nude body swayed gently in the training and punishment car, dangling by her shackled wrists. Hours passed, and it was near dark before the ruthless rail baron's private rolling dungeon slowed to a stop. Sarah heard the usual station sounds through the fog of her pain and exhaustion..paying little attention to them, the strain in her arms and shoulders, the soreness in her behind brought more immediately to her attention.
The train was quickly on the roll after a locomotive and crew change, Sarah moaning as she hung by the ceiling mounted pipe by her wrists. The blonde girl next to her seemed awake, but stayed quiet and still as she had apparently been trained. The door from the business car slid open, and Sarah cringed and tensed as she heard the voices of her captors, the railroad's owner and his despicable lackey, along with the loud, laughing crude jokes and comments of another fat and bushy-faced railroad sales agent.
The sales agent seemed to enjoy making lewd comments about Sarah's body as they stood before the girls, inspecting them like they were inspecting livestock. They then moved on to the room where the rest of the girls were kept locked-up, muffled laughs and more crude comments heard for several moments before they returned. "Well, it has been a good year, hasn't it then Bill?"...the railroad owner chuckled as he slapped the back of the sales agent...."and just to show you how I appreciate your efforts, feel free to avail yourself of a few of our new intern candidates before our dinner meeting...Wilkins has the keys, just let him know which ones you fancy"....
The already half-inebriated sales agent laughed and swilled down the last of his glass of bourbon, then pointed to Sarah and whispered something into the owner's assistant's ear...Sarah felt the revulsion going through her body as the overstuffed and pompous assistant lowered her down and unlocked her wrist shackles from the pipe over her head. He quickly yanked her tired arms behind her back and locked the wrist manacles together, then tossed the keys to Sarah's new tormentor with a sly wink.
"We have a dinner meeting at eight sharp Bill, see you then"....he then walks back to the business car, leaving the salesman alone with the naked and helpless Sarah in a corner of the car. "Let's not waste any time here little lady"...he tells Sarah crudely as he drags her by her arm towards one of the numerous sets of iron rings and chains bolted to the car's walls.
Jerking Sarah around roughly, he grabs her shoulders and shoves her to her knees, her back to the coarse wood wall planks of the converted baggage car. She tries to twist away, still revulsed by the thought of being in this disgusting man's presence. But he easily controls her, forcing her to a kneeling position, then padlocking a short chain from the wall to the collar around her slender neck. Grabbing a pair of wide leather belts from the nearby wall, her thighs and ankles are then strapped together to keep her legs spread and secured together.
Sarah glowers back at him as he takes a gagging device from the workbench and forces it into her mouth, the steel ring holding her mouth open wide against her will as he buckles it's strap tight, her tongue flailing about as she moans and starts to drool all over herself....unfortunately presenting her mouth as wet and inviting to the sales agent who's been rewarded with her body.
The man sighs and grasps Sarah's head, his fingers deep in her strawberry blonde tresses. With a drunken grunt, he unbuttons his trousers and unleashes a stiff cock...Sarah groans at the sight of it...throbbing and far larger than she would have guessed a man like him to posess.
Her bondage restrains her from turning away as he shoves into her helpless mouth, forcing the thing deeper in with each crude, hard thrust. He ignores Sarah's choking and gasping as he tries his best to gag her with his manhood..the steel ring gag keeping Sarah from doing anything other than suffer through her oral abuse. She gulps and moans as the cock fills her mouth, the thick head nearly plugging her throat closed each time he grabs her head and forces it in.
"hmmmm, bet you little farm girls don't get much of this action out your way, do you?" the sales agent laughs as he shoves his cock in and out, grunting like a bear, fucking Sarah's helpless mouth like the near-animal he is underneath. Sarah grabs gulps of what air she can between plunges of cock, wondering how long this man could take...her stomach already convulsing at the taste of his foul semen on the back of her tongue. Sarah suddenly feels the thick shaft filling her mouth pulse and convulse, not having time to prepare herself for the sudden huge, hot load of his seed shot down her throat.
Warm cum trickled and oozed down Sarah's chin and dripped onto her breasts as he held her head tight to his loins and kept pumping, chuckling at how she choked and gagged on his cock. "That's it little farm girl, swallow it all down or we'll put you back onto some of that gear the boss keeps around here". Sarah reluctantly gulped the foul-tasting stuff down, feeling it warm her belly as she swallowed as ordered, fearing the painful torments she'd no doubt be put through as punishment for not pleasuring one of the railroad owner's associates.
Her eyes closed tight, Sarah sways on her knees with the train's rocking motion as she licks and cleans the sales agent's thick spent cock afer he finishes...he pats her head and chuckles, then leaves her chained and bound on her knees. The door to the adjoining car slams shut as he attends to his meeting with the other officials...many long minutes going by before the hated guardian enters from the other end. The unflinching matron unlocks Sarah from the wall, then drags her exhausted body back to the cages. Sarah tumbles into the tiny cell, curling up immediately as the woman slams her cage door shut and locks it, then slides the door to the compartment shut.
Sarah thinks she can hear the faint, muffled sobs of another girl nearby, but with the cages so well insulated from each other, there's little she can do but drift off to a fitful sleep. The train's gentle rocking and the steady "click-clack" of the rail joints soon has Sarah passed-out, taking her closer towards her destination.
Sarah is rudely awoken the mext morning, and after being escorted to the sparse bathroom and fed, she and the others are given long rough wool shirts to wear, and told to dress quickly. Waiting on a bench with the others in the "classroom" of the car, she peers out the tiny windows, trying to ignore the itching and coarseness of the fabric on her flesh.
The shackles and chains locked to her hands and feet keep her from rising and seeing much, but the early morning light does show the approaching city...."so this is Chicago" Sarah muses, never dreaming this was how she'd first approach the bustling midewestern city on the rise....the skyline looking vaguely similar to the postcards and magazine illustrations she remembered. But shortly after passing through suburbs of wide lawns and dense trees that almost hide the expansive Victorian houses set back on their streets, the train slows and creeps through what seems miles of railroad yards....finally grinding to a halt next to the huge shops complex, still miles from the tall, gleaming buildings of the city's center on the horizon.
"OK ladies, we will line up in the order you are, single file, and no talking, eyes straight forward. Is that understood?" the matron barks...slapping a short leather riding crop against her palm...ready to enforce discipline on her charges at the slightest hint of non compliance.
Leashed together with a long chain, Sarah and others file down the steep steps of the car's vestibule, then are marched quickly down the narrow stone walkway that leads to a back door to one of the machine shops adjoining the main powerhouse of the grimy and sprawling complex. Sarah notices the railroad's owner and his assistant standing on the back platform of his business car watching her and the others filing past, puffing away on their expensive cigars as he watches his latest group of "trainees" being led off. They stroll back in as the matron in charge of them marches them into the noisy, smoky shops and then hands them over to another dour, middle-aged woman.
The grim-faced woman signs for each girl now in her charge, then takes the thick stack of paperwork with her as she leads Sarah's helpless group towards an almost hidden back stairwell. Sarah cringes as they're marched past the spinning overhead machinery belts and hot, noisy milling machines and lathes, a few of the grease-covered, dour machinists look over the girls like they're new heads of cattle, leering and jabbing each other in the ribs with knowing winks.
Sarah stares straight ahead, not so because of her orders to, but to avoid the grim environment around her....feeling like she's descending to some sort of private hell as her group is marched down the steep brick steps, almost having to duck to avoid hitting her head on the low tunnel to the dark basements below....
