The year is 1945, and you're an English socialite, traveling from Paris to Hong Kong on the Orient Express...no airplanes for this journey, so the only way to get there is by train. It's been a long journey, and four days in, you are bored.
You've just left the dining car after eating dinner alone, and are making your way back to your sleeper cabin...nothing going on tonight, may as well go to bed early and hopefully wake up refreshed, since tomorrow you'll be in China. You're walking down the narrow passage way on the sleeper car towards your berth, when an elderly couple comes toward you - you show them a kindness by turning to face them, your back against a door of another sleeper, allowing them to pass.
Just as they do, you realize the door you've been leaning against has opened. You start to turn, but before you can, a hand is slammed over your mouth. Your left arm is grabbed and bent behind you, and you are pulled into the dark room, the door slammed shut.
"This is real simple woman. You scream, you will die right here tonight. You stay quiet and do as you're told, and you won't get hurt, understand?" You nod your head, and he slowly starts to remove his hand from your mouth - just as he does, you try to let out a muffled scream, but the hand is back quickly, his other hand clutching and squeezing your throat tightly, cutting off your air - you are now terrified, because he is going to choke you to death.
After an agonizing few seconds without oxygen, he releases his hand on your throat, and you suck in as much air as you can with his hand still over your mouth. He's pressing your head into his chest, so tightly that it feels like he's crushing your skull. "God damn it bitch, I told you not to scream. Did you think I was kidding? Do that again, and you are dead right here, right now -YOU CLEAR ON THAT."
The room is dark, but you can feel how wide your eyes are open, tears streaming down your face. Again you nod, and again, he takes his hand a little from your mouth. You beg him, quietly, to please, don't hurt you, I have money in my berth, you can have that...
"I don't want your money sweetheart...I want your fucking body." Oh God no, instantly snaps into your brain - this man plans to rape me. You are very frightened now - this is 1945, you are unmarried, and you're one sexual experience, with an old boyfriend that took your virginity, was 6 months ago...
But this man has you trapped in this room, his arms wrapped around you. You can't see him, but he seems to be tall, very thick chested - that's a pretty large hand that has been keeping you quiet. "I just want to use this gorgeous body, that's it. As soon as I'm done, you never see me again..." This really doesn't do much to end your fear, but what else can you do - try to scream or run, and your life ends here tonight. But you don't want to give yourself to a man you don't know, don't love, a common thug rapist.
RRRRIIIIIPPPPPP...The sound of fabrics tearing as he shreds open your blouse. No, God, please stop, please don't do this, is all you can mutter as the tears burn your face, choke back your words. Your huge, luscious tits are trapped in a silk bra...he gropes them hard, then softer, seeming to enjoy the silk as he squeezes your huge globes...he spins you around and you feel his hand, ripping at the clips in the back, getting them undone and sliding your bra and torn blouse off - you are now topless.
Your tears continue, you keep begging for him to stop, but he smothers your words with a kiss on the lips...you are repulsed at first as his tongue probes the inside of your mouth, one hand reaching down and squeezing your ass. It's not to worst kiss you've ever hand...what are you thinking, the fucker is raping you...you hate him...He breaks the kiss and clamps his mouth hard on your right tit, sucking the nipple hard into his mouth, so hard it hurts and you cry out slightly...
SLLLLAAAAAPPPP across your face now, a blow so vicious it knocks you to the ground. Your face is searing in pain, and you realize that a little bit of blood from what is a split lip is trickling into your mouth. You lie on the floor in a heap, "I told you, no yelling...I will beat you to death if you do that again." You lie there, silently crying from the pain and the fear and the repulsion of this man who is treating you like a piece of meat.
Something just hit the sofa in the room...you hear it. He grabs both of your hands and pulls you up to your knees, pressing your hands into his now bare chest. "Unbuckle my belt whore." Wait a second, what does he think... "NOW." You do as your told, fumbling in the dark, finding the buckle and unhooking it. "Zipper down and unbutton me, now." Oh God, this is it...I'm undressing the man who is going to rape me, you think. You do as told, and he steps back a second, pulling off his pants and tossing them to the sofa.
He steps forward to you again... "Open your mouth." WHAT? Does he want me to...no, he couldn't. You've never done that, not even for the old boyfriend. You clamp your mouth tight as you feel him rubbing his cock against your face, trying to force it into your mouth, but it does you no good - he grabs your nose and presses it shut, and after a few seconds, you open your mouth for air, but get his dick shoved between your lips and deeply into your throat.
You gag instantly, and he pulls out, allowing you a few seconds to breath, before pushing his dick back between your lips. "Suck my cock you whore." You have no clue what he expects, but you close your mouth...for a second, you start to bite down, thinking this may be your chance, but he quickly withdraws and SSSLLLAAAPPP...facedown to the floor.
"Don't you even THINK about biting me bitch," he growls as he grabs two handfuls of your hair and drags you back to your knees. "Now suck my cock." Again, you do as ordered, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head. You have no clue what you're doing, so you wrap your hand around it, pull it out and start licking the head, hoping it's right and he won't slap you again.
"OOOHHHH that's nice...I didn't take you for an experience dick sucker, but it looks like I was wrong." Was that a compliment? He likes this, so you lick a little longer, then suck at the head, sliding it a little deeper into your mouth, then a little more, as you start jacking the dick in your hands, and taking it about halfway into your mouth. You reach up with your other hand and feel the cock - he's about 3-4 inches in my mouth, and my hand isn't wrapped that far around. You suddenly realize, this man has to be at least 8-9 inches long, and the dick is fat as it stretches your lips while you smooth up and down the shaft.
You keep sucking him, taking him a little deeper each time. He pushes your hand off his cock, grabs your head, and starts moving his hips, fucking your mouth, getting a little deeper, a little faster, then deeper, then HE STOPS...something salty is now filling your mouth, gobs of it. "Swallow whore," and you do it, slightly repulsed, but, then, maybe it's not so bad, and maybe it's over...you've heard that once a man cums, he's done.
He releases your head and you slip back to the floor, facedown...Please let this be the end, oh dear God, please...you feel his hands on your waste, and RRRIIIPPP goes the fabric of the skirt you're wearing...he shreds it away and tosses it across the room, then starts groping your ass, feeling the fabric of your silk panties, then rips them off you - for the first time since this ordeal started, you are totally naked.
He puts his hands on your waist, and you realize that his is lifting you by your hips...he has settled back on the couch, and you feel yourself being pulled up, your tits running up his chest. Suddenly, you stop, and you feel the sensation of ... between your legs...a wetness you've never felt before...oh, and it feels so good, so tingly. Is that his tongue? God, it is, you're heard of this, he is licking you, and suddenly all the pain starts to slip away because this feels fucking amazing...
He grinds his face into your crotch, and almost like reflex, you wrap your arms around his legs, your face against his thighs. Your cunt is feeling so wet, so hot, and...oh God, what is he doing? He's sucking...he's found your clit and is sucking it between his lips, you close your legs against his head and start to buck your hips, he sucks harder, and your body quivers, and he's sucking your clit, biting at it, OWWWW...crap, he just slipped a finger into your ass...but the pain is short because the pleasure of him sucking your clit is so sweet...so good, sucking away...
"MMMMMPH..." A wave of pleasure comes over your entire body, and your feel more and more wetness in your cunt... You try to muffle, you bury your face hard against his thigh, you don't want to get hit again, but "mmmmppphhhh" comes out again as he doesn't stop sucking your clit. You have just had the first orgasm of your life, and it was sooooooo good...you want to have another, but wait - this man is raping me, you think. But I love this feeling, I want this...oh god, I want him to take me, to use my body...
"Oh God, yes, again, again..." whisper breathlessly from you, and he knows, now, that you are his. He sucks harder, pushing the finger deeper into your ass. You are pressing against his face, your hips moving so hard, and them... "mmmmmmmpppphhhhhhh" ... "Are you cumming whore?" Yes, you whisper, I feel it. "Then say it, say it out loud." Your mouth is dry, and your words are difficult, but cry out "Yes, oh God, I'm cumming...I'm am cumming."
That's when he pushes your off his lap and you hit the floor hard, the pain in your body mixing with the pleasure in your crotch. You drank his semen, but that doesn't matter, because this rapist is now your lover...or so you think.
He rises from the couch, and for some odd reason, you hear two thumps on the wall of the sleeper berth. Within a minute, there's a knock on the door - it opens, and you raise your head enough to see the shadow of two men standing there.
"Oh yes, she'll do very well Number One." The door closes, and you're back in darkness, wondering what the hell? Wait, you're on a train to the orient, in the 1940s...and you've heard that women have disappeared in the area, sold off as sex slaves. That sends you back into a sense of fear, and you leap up, bolting for the door...