Chapter 2

Day 2. Tuesday. Morning.

I stand pressed against the cold metal doors of the subway car, fingers locked around the handrail until they turn white. The train hurtles forward, jolting over the joints. The crowd thickens, breathing becomes impossible. Then the air itself changes — heavy, hungry.

Six pairs of hands move at once.

They slam me against the door. Two of them wrench my wrists high above my head and pin them there, crushing my fingers against the rail. Someone yanks my skirt to my waist in one violent tug. Another rips my panties off — the fabric tears with a loud, obscene sound. Cool air hits my naked skin from the waist down. Only the white knee-high socks and sneakers remain. My blouse is torn open, breasts spilling out, nipples instantly stiff from the freezing draft.

“No! Let me go! Please!” My scream is weak, swallowed by the roar of the wheels. No one turns. A few passengers just smirk.

One man hooks my left leg under the knee and lifts it high, spreading me wide against the door. I’m hanging on one foot, completely open. His thick cock presses against my slit, parts the lips, and slams inside to the hilt in a single brutal thrust. The pain is sharp, blinding. I cry out.

He fucks me hard, fast, slamming my spine against the metal with every thrust. His balls slap wetly against my ass.

Another mouth latches onto my breast, teeth sinking into the nipple. Behind me two thick fingers force their way into my ass without warning, matching the rhythm of the cock inside me. A third man grabs my right hand and wraps my numb fingers around his burning, throbbing shaft, forcing me to stroke him. A fourth clips something cold and metal to my nipples — a sharp buzz of electricity shoots through my chest.

I’m sobbing, body jerking, but inside I’m getting wetter with every second. My walls clench greedily around the cock, juices already dripping down my thigh.

Suddenly the man in front of me changes.

It’s Takashi.

The same tall boy from the parallel group. The one with the soft smile who always greeted me and once carried my heavy bag. He looks straight into my eyes, smiling gently, and thrusts deeper.

“Takashi ... no ... you’re good...” I sob.

He only smiles wider and whispers against my lips:

“I like you, Mika. That’s why I get to fuck you first.”

They drag me away from the door and throw me onto an empty seat in the corner. Takashi sits down, pulls me onto his lap facing him, and his cock sinks back inside me to the bottom. Another man kneels on the seat and shoves himself into my mouth, all the way to the throat. Behind me the third one replaces his fingers with his cock, forcing his way into my ass in one rough push. The last two use my hands, pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit while I stroke them.

I’m stuffed full in every hole. The train rocks. Passengers watch. No one stops them.

Takashi grips my hips, lifting and slamming me down onto him, his cock battering straight against my womb. I moan around the thick shaft in my throat, tears and saliva mixing on my chin. My body starts to tremble — the orgasm rising, huge, disgusting, unstoppable.

He leans in, lips almost touching mine, eyes warm and tender ... And then the face shifts.

The kind eyes shrink and turn vicious. The jaw thickens. A double chin appears, skin shiny with sweat. Sparse mustache. Rotten breath. A long, wet tongue slithers out.

Horror rips through me like ice water.

“NOOOOO!!!”

I wake up screaming, the sound trapped in my throat.

My heart hammers so hard it feels like it will crack my ribs. I bolt upright in bed, shaking uncontrollably. The nightgown is twisted up around my neck. My panties are completely soaked, glued to my skin, and between my legs everything throbs — hot, aching, empty. The sheet beneath me is drenched.

The nightmare still clings to me, thick and sticky. I can still feel Takashi’s cock inside me, the others holding me open, and then that hideous face leaning in ... Tears burn down my cheeks in heavy streams. I stare at the ceiling, gasping, and my body is already begging. My clit pulses with every heartbeat. Fresh wetness leaks down my inner thigh. My nipples scrape against the thin fabric and harden instantly.

I curl into a tight ball, knees to my chest, arms wrapped around myself.

“No ... enough ... it was only a dream...” I whisper into the pillow. My thighs squeeze together until the muscles burn, but the heat between my legs only grows. Every breath makes my clit twitch harder. I try to think about lectures, about Mom, about anything — but the ache won’t leave.

I fight it for five long minutes, trembling, biting my lip. It doesn’t help. It only gets worse.

I can’t stop myself anymore.

My hands move on their own. I yank the drenched panties down to my knees in one rough motion. I’ve never done this in bed before — never. My fingers shake as I spread my legs right there on the mattress.

I touch myself. My clit is burning, slick, swollen. Two fingers slide along my folds and push inside without resistance — I’m dripping from the nightmare. I start moving, slow at first, then faster. The images flood back instantly.

I’m back in the train. Takashi lifts my leg high, thrusts into me hard and deep. Another cock forces its way into my ass. A third fills my mouth. They use all three holes at once, rough, relentless. I imagine them finishing inside me, on my face, on my breasts — one after another. Takashi first, then the ugly face taking over.

My fingers speed up. Two inside, thumb rubbing my clit in tight, frantic circles. The orgasm crashes over me without warning — violent, deep. My back arches off the bed, legs cramp, fingers clench hard. I bite my lip until I taste blood so I won’t scream. A tiny, choked sound still escapes: “Nnnnhhh...” Wave after wave rips through me. My juices squirt onto my fingers, soak the sheet, run down my thighs. The climax goes on and on, almost painful, my whole body convulsing.

When it finally ends I collapse, limp and trembling. Tears keep falling. I lie on my back, arms spread, staring at the ceiling while the sheet underneath me grows cold and ruined. My panties are tangled at my knees. Between my legs everything still pulses.

I just came in my own bed imagining gang rape. Imagining Takashi fucking me. Imagining his face turning into that monster. And my parents are right on the other side of the wall.

The alarm beeps — exactly 6:30.

I don’t move. Tears keep streaming. One single thought pounds in my skull: Today is Tuesday. They said “we’ll continue tomorrow.” And I already broke ... before I even left the house.

The front door slams. Mom and Dad have gone. The apartment falls silent.

I drag myself up. My legs feel rubbery, unsteady, as if I really had been standing in that crowded car. I stagger to the bathroom, one hand on the wall. I turn the shower on full heat. Scalding water crashes down, but it changes nothing.