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Every single sensitive part of my body pressed with them, rubbed with them.

I crossed them and started following Ramu.

The group of young me realized that they got the jackpot. So they were also following me.

The compartment was overcrowded.

Soon murmuring started behind me and almost everyone noticed me.

I was totally inappropriate among them.

They were mostly labor class villagers, who were going back home on Saturday weekend.

There were a few women also, wearing dirty and cheap saree and blouses. Even their attires were decent in every aspect.

Everyone was thinking who I'm.

And why a beautiful and foreskin Lady is boarding a train in such whorish cloth.

In fact the whores also don't wear this much skimpy clothes.

The murmurs changed in hullaring soon and I was hearing whistles and sayings coming from every channel.

I was following Ramu through the narrow corridor.

The side barth people were touching me when I was crossing them.

And the people from main barths were hullaring or murmuring either, or using slangs to me.

There were people sitting on the floor of the passages too.

I had to cross my legs over their legs.

I felt some touch on my inner thighs.

But I was not looking out for anyone. I was just following Ramu who was walking a little ahead of me.

But constant touches and pulling my clothes from the back was making my walk slow.

Ramu instructed me to cooperate with them. But I was too scared.

It was a dangerous situation.

So I slapped some hands and pushed them away.

One man stopped my way. He just stretched his hand from the side barth.

I pushed his hand and stepped forward.

He smiled and moaned, hayyyy what a navel ufff. And he slid his fingers through the 2 inches gap between the top and the skirt.

When his finger crossed my belly button, I shivered and almost moaned. But somehow I subsidized the moan and walked ahead.

Even in that dangerous situation I was getting wet inside my pussy by getting enormous touches from everywhere and on every portion of my luscious body.

I saw a few woman left the compartment,

They threw a disgusted look at me and used bad language and left the boggy.

There was a family too. They also left.

I saw Ramu stopped at a point and he started climbing and sat on an upper Most barth.

So I just crossed his barth and stopped just in front of the Barth.

I was standing on the corridor, holding the upper side barth edge.

So my hands were above my head.

As you know Sajid had cut my pubic hair. But…. But Mushtaq loves my armpit hair.

So there were thick hairs on my armpits.

Everyone could see my armpit hair.

A few weeks ago I was shy about showing my armpit and that's why I used to wear half sleeve blouses or Kurtis. But now I was showing not only my armpit, but also the hair.

Don't know Tarun how much I'll go down. Where is my shame, my sense gone? Why have I become so shameless and desperate? Don't know Tarun. And if you tell me to stop, then sorry Tarun I can't. I've crossed the border of return. I can't go back to normal life.

Of sorry. I'm getting emotional. Forgive me.

Let's come back to the narration.

The young boys, who were following me, had crossed me. And all of them touched my belly, boobs or thighs or my butt, while they were crossing me.

They crossed me and went to the other entrance door.

They all were laughing.

I saw Ramu take a small digicam out of the bag. And to my surprise, it looked exactly the same as Puskar had.

I felt a hand enter under my skirt.

I was looking up. So I don't know who's hand it was.

Then I saw it was the man who was sitting in front of me.

His finger was slowly roaming on my thigh.

And then the train started moving.

And then the train suddenly stopped. And I felt a thrust from behind.

And the finger of the man crushed between my legs.

I looked at him and our eyes met.

I didn't stop him or say anything to him anything . And so he got the courage and slid his hand up. And he discovered that I'm pantyless.

I spread my legs a little. Now I was participating in the game volentirelly.

I saw Ramu was filming from the top.

The train was moving and I was standing there helplessly, all the 200 to 300 lusty men were gazing at me like mad and I was standing there surrounded by them, in a dress which was telling me that I'm ready to be banged.

Also the hickey marks and bite marks on my chest, neck and cheeks were made by Puskar and gang telling that from where I'm coming from.

I actually forgot about those marks.

But a touch by a finger from the crowd on a nail mark over my side boob made me scream and then I realized about those red marks and buries all over my body which were telling them an untold story about my previous gangbang.

The group of young men again came back and crossed me and didn't forget to touch me. And this time not a gentle touch. Some pinched my nippples and some pressed my boobs. Some slapped on my butt. And some squeezed my exposed midriff.

I remembered Ramu's suggestion. Don't protest them. Cooperate with them. I also realized that if I try to protest then it will be dangerous . so I didn't react.

And not only them, many men were frequently crossing me unnecessarily and they all were touching me.

I felt that the crowd was heavier around me than the other spot.

The train had crossed the station and was now running fast.

I was surrounded by male bodies. Their bodies intentionally pressed with mine.

Their sweaty smell was hitting my nostrils. And as you know how odd and bad the general compartments of Indian railway smelled.

I was also standing near the toilet. So the foul odor was floating in the compartment.

But to my surprise I was enjoying everything.

I don't know what happened to me and why my body and mind reacted so differently than usual.

The man sitting in front of me was now roaming his hand over my shaven mound.

And I felt another hand enter inside my skirt.

And I felt the push between my ass crack over the cloth.

And Then I felt someone was pulling my armpit hair slowly.

I looked up and saw a man was lying on the side upper berth and he was pulling my armpit hair.

First I was feeling uneasy but slowly I started enjoying everything.

I heard some giggling coming from my back.

The group was sitting at my back on the lower barths were gossiping about me and looking at my situation, they were giggling.""

I don't know when the words faded out from the screen and I started seeing the entire scene in front of my eyes.

I was no longer reading the mails, I was watching the scenario.

God help me!" Purva screamed in her head. She was now the only woman in a train compartment; dressed to be fucked, surrounded by about 200-300 men of all ages, shoulder to shoulder, back to front, hand over hands. She tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as she felt a pair of hands on her waist preventing her movement. His hand came back up to the seat rod but instead of holding it, it cupped her breast. The other hand strayed around her ass and slowly moved to her hip. Purva stood still as the man?s hand turned around from her boobs and rested both his palms on her ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over her ass-cheeks. Purva gripped the vertical bar firmly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging her rear. As she turned her head to the left, the two men were still staring intently at her exposed navel and boobs covered in thin top. The little hope she had disappeared when the two men looked at the hands running along her rear and started giggling. As the man groped her from behind, they both knew she would not be able to resist for long.

Suddenly the train jerked hard and everyone lurched forward. That was when she felt something on her ass and a loud gasp escaped her mouth. Purva was careful not to raise any alarm. She knew it was not a hand. The man behind her was leaning over her and had put his entire weight on her. Purva tried to glance at the guy but realised she could not without turning her whole body towards him. Almost against her better judgement, she turned a little to her right. Purva looked back with some difficulty at the person. He looked back at her plainly as if nothing was going on. She felt the man?s hand reach for his cock and flattening it against his stomach so that he could rub his entire length against her ass crack. The man moved his pelvis to the right along with Purva and his cock had found the slot into her ass crack over her skirt.

The man was pushing Purva from behind and she could feel his long hard dick in her butt crack. Within no time, he was pushing his entire body?s weight on to Purva, and she had to lean forward pressing her boobs to the back of the man before her. Purva tried to balance herself but suddenly felt the hard rod giving another jerk from behind as she fell on the guy standing in front of her and her boobs got crushed on his back. Purva was so blank that she didn?t know if she was pretending or she actually was helpless. She knew that she didn?t have a choice and couldn?t do anything; not wanting to know what she would have done had she had the choice to get out of this situation. She had been in such situations in the past as well. Her mind was racing fast and she couldn?t help bemusing herself that she had reached the crescendo by traveling in a general compartment like a sleazy fifty rupee whore following her past experiences starting with Sajid and Rasul and then Ramu and his cousins and Pushkar and his gang of friends.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity the guy in front turned around facing Purva and started palming her boobs and having fun. Soon enough both the men gained confidence that she was helpless and was not going to raise an alarm. Purva was holding onto the vertical handlebar and her grip on the handle tightened as the man behind her started running his hands over her flat belly. Very soon he was circling her belly button. She craned her neck towards Ramu and could see his excitement through the camera as he recorded Purva giving unimaginable pleasure to the unknown strangers.

Purva kept as much a straight face as possible but her heart skipped a beat when the man in front ran his fingers into her tight skirt. Purva bent further down in an effort to prevent him finding his way into her panty-less love canal. She struggled to muffle her moans as she saw the wicked smile on the ugly man's face and she pleaded with him silently "Please don't do that?.

The man smirked wickedly in surprise as he touched her soft pubic hair and now knew she was not wearing panties. Purva?s wet pussy was already begging for more and with the man?s rock hard cock pointing right at the crack of her ass, she almost involuntarily gasped for breath and pushed her ass hard against his groin and that feeling drew her nuts. Whatever little resistance she could show had slowly turned into cooperation. By this time, he was humping her pretty hard but slow. Purva had always been a very sexed up woman and she knew that it was only a matter of time when the slut out of her will blow the last shreds of her modesty into smithereens.

Thankfully for Purva the man in front changed his mind and moved his hands away from her love mound. But soon he palmed her breasts and started to squeeze and maul her boobs. The men who till now had been pretending that things were happening because of no space, had now started doing it deliberately. After having played with her boobs for some time, he moved his hands away from Purva?s breasts slightly. But they came back again searching for her nipples over the top. His thumb and first two fingers started pinching her nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched Purva?s nipples so hard that she had to bite her lips to stop from screaming.

Soon enough, she felt a third hand on her right thigh and looked down. To her shock, it was the man sitting on her right. He had his hand running up and down her thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving rhythmically. As she adjusted her vision out of the dull light in the train, she realized it was his erect dick in his hand. He was masturbating looking at her.

By now the sitting person had his hand under her skirt on her bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from her crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed her panty-less slit under her skirt. This made Purva weak on her knees and she was about to fall on the floor like a lifeless doll, but the man in front caught her entire body weight from her armpits and picked her up; in the process massaging and squeezing her boobs like he had never done before. Purva too was really horny from all the action. She hid her face into the man's hairy chest as her body started to respond to his touch and her cunt started to get wetter.

Purva was holding on to the vertical and she could feel someone's breath on her clean armpits. The man behind her grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back further towards him. This made her lose her balance and she lost the grip of the handle she was holding and her entire weight fell on him. She felt his erection tighten on her ass. He seemed really hard. This man was about the same height as Purva. He now smelt her hair with deep breaths. He caught her long hair and swung it forward lightly and she fell on the guy at the front. It was almost as if both the men were playing badminton and she was the shuttle of their cocks. Both men were now openly giving Purva dry fucks.

Purva could not hold it anymore. She stole a quick glance and made eye contact with both the men at her front and the back. They looked right into one another?s eyes, mouths serious and a silent agreement was made. Let's be grownups and just have some harmless fun!? As soon as Purva was back in position, the man sitting on her left brought his fingers into her skirt again and grabbed her dripping cunt under her tight skirt.

Here she was in a crowded general compartment of a passenger train with one man fondling her breasts hard and a rock hard cock rubbing against her ass and a hand finger fucking Purva. She lowered her raised left arm, moved a few inches away from the man in front and found the bulge of his cock.

The man behind started to hump her tight ass crack even harder and she pumped the man in front with her hand. His fingers were tweaking Purva?s nipples and as the guy sitting on her left fingered her clit, her pussy juices had begun to leak. At this moment she really did not care who was watching and who was not! Purva squirmed, gave out an audible moan and shuddered, cumming like no tomorrow. Seconds later, the man behind gave five to six hard pushes and came right in his pants.

But it was not long before her face ran ice cold as the bastard in front tried to outrage her further by trying to remove the straps of her top off her shoulders. Purva resisted a bit and silently thanked the man for understanding as he withdrew his hand.

But to her surprise the hand then caught hold of Purva?s hand. So she looked to find what he wanted from her hand. Soon she found her fingers now touching his swollen cock head under his track pants, as his other hand frantically shagged it. Before she could realize what was happening, he released his load on Purva?s fingers. He then guided her hand to her face. The man wanted Purva to lick it. But she turned away, making him wipe his sticky semen on her cheeks. Purva tried to wipe it off with her shoulders turning it into a thin coat from her shoulder on to her tank top. Humiliated beyond belief, she saw a large rope of cum on her thighs and skirt from the man who was sitting on her left and finger fucking her. Ramu?s camera recorded the content look on the man?s face sitting quietly with his eyes closed with traces of cum outlining his greasy track pants as Purva wiped the gooey cum on her hand and thighs with her skirt trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.""

Here the mail ends. But I still continue to imagine the scenes in my eyes. And I was slowly stroking my dick. And don't know when my eyes closed and when I fell asleep.

When Tarun was reading the emails, Nazma was fighting with her own desires and with her family and Purva was getting banged by 7 dirty beggars, under the dark sky, beside a busy road. The only barrier was a 10/6 feet Iron board standing between her and the road. It was an abandoned metal sheet which used to be a barrier of an under construction metro railway project.

She could hear the heavy vehicles passing by the road. As it was late in the night, mostly heavy trucks were passing through the road. She was lying on the dirty and wet ground.

The trucks were passing through only a few meters ahead of her.

The ground was vibrating due to the heavy vehicles passing.

When Nazma entered the house in that skimpy college uniform, her father scolded her.

He first didn't notice but her Grandma showed him and provoked him.

So her father shouted at her and after a few minutes of argument the hit went high and her father bit her with a stick.

Her Grandma was scolding her from inside her room.

Nazma was crying and she was standing on the portico.

Her mother came forward to defend her.

She hugged her and scolded her husband.

Her mother said, Don't become like your mother.

Nazma is an independent and modern girl and she is an educated Urban girl. So don't implement your stupid Orthodox ideas on my daughter.

Nazma was still crying. But when she saw her mother was supporting her, she got some courage and said, leave it Ammu, they don't realize.

I'll not live in this house anymore.

Her Ammu hugged her tightly and said, hey Nazzu, what are you talking about? This is your house too. Don't think about this and never say this again.

Nazma: No Ammu, I'll not live in this house anymore.

Her mother slapped her lightly and said, Nazzu don't say that. And where Will you go?

Nazma : I'll go to my Grandpa.

If he doesn't accept me then I'll go to that dancer's house.

Dadima always says that I'm becoming a slut like that woman. She always compares me with her.

She stopped my dance classes. If I'm like her then I think only she can understand me in this world. And I know She will not throw me back, as she is a good friend of Dada ji. and she has a good and kind heart.

Her mother now shouted at her, Nazzu, now please stop.

Dadima shouted from inside, now why are you shouting? Give her more indulgence.

Nazma : I know, no one understands me here.

What should I do, if my body hates clothes?

Her father again came out from inside and said, ``Does that mean you will go naked in the college and walk on the road like this?"

Nazma: This is a college dress. Everyone used to wear this kind of dress in my college.

I'm in my uniform, not naked.

Her Abbu: Huh, what's the difference?

Nazma : Do you want to see the difference? Then see….

And saying that, she removed her shirt and skirt and stood there naked.

Her father closed his eyes and said, Hay ,.', tauba tauba.

He twisted his own ears and entered the room.

Dadima: See, see. I've told you, this girl is a slut. But you didn't care about my words.

Her Ammu: enough. She is my daughter. She will wear what she wants to wear and if she doesn't want to wear anything then I've no problem.

She hugged her and said, come on Nazzu. Wash your hands and feet. You must be hungry.

She took her with her inside the room.

Her Dadima took her dinner inside her room.

And Nazma sat on the chair at the dinner table naked.

Her father came and sat beside her.

Nazma was still sobbing and she was looking towards the floor and was biting her nails.

Her Abbu slowly held her shoulders and said, listen Nazzu….

But Nazma pushed his hands away.

He again held her shoulders and said, hey dear, please listen. Please forgive me.

There is nothing wrong if you want to stay naked. But you've to be concerned about society also.

Nazma slowly raised her head and said, I'm not going naked outside, Abbu.

Abbu: But your dress was not appropriate.

Nazma: But Abbu, my friends used to wear smaller dresses than me. I also want to wear dresses like them.

Abbu: But Nazzu, our society….

Ammu: off ho. Leave that topic. There is no our society and their society. We all are the same and we live in Delhi, not in Mastanpur anymore.

Nazzu, don't worry. I'll buy you modern dresses. And if you want to stay naked inside the house then you can stay naked. Me and your Abbu will manage your Dadima.

But don't think. About leaving the house or us, ok?

She hugged her and they both cried.​