Chapter 8: Mumbai Local Train Molestation Turns Gangbang

The kirana shop gangbang with Uncle Desai and his six friends left me utterly wrecked. For two days I could barely sit properly. My hole was swollen, red, and constantly leaking their thick loads despite the plug Priya Di had ordered me to wear. Arjun had laughed when he saw the state of me and added his own load, while the society uncles messaged me for another quick session. But the addiction was growing darker. I craved the thrill of risk, the fear of being exposed in public as the cheap sissy whore I had become.

Late Friday night, after another rough session with the auto brothers, I decided to push the limit. I dressed as Ria underneath a long, modest black coat — a slutty short red dress that barely covered my ass, black lace bra, crotchless thong, sheer stockings, and heels. Heavy makeup, long wig, and bright red lips. It was past 12:30 AM when I boarded the last local train from Bandra towards Andheri. The compartment was nearly empty — just a few tired workers and a group of nine drunk men in the corner, looking like construction laborers and night-shift workers, aged 25 to 40, rough and rowdy.

I sat at the far end, trying to look invisible. But as the train rattled forward, one of them — a tall, muscular guy in his mid-30s with a thick mustache — noticed my painted nails and the way my heels peeked from under the coat. He whispered to his friends. Within minutes, they moved closer, surrounding me in the moving train.

“Arre bhai, yeh toh randi lagti hai,” one of them said loudly enough for me to hear. My heart started pounding. I tried to stand up and move to another compartment, but two of them blocked the way.

The tall one (later I heard them call him Bhola) grabbed my wrist hard. “Kahan ja rahi hai, chhoti? Dikha toh kya chhupa rakha hai.”

Before I could protest, another guy yanked my coat open from behind. The short red dress was exposed — stockings, garter straps, and the hem riding up my thighs. Rough hands immediately groped me. Someone squeezed my padded breasts through the bra, another slid his hand under the dress and found my caged clitty and plugged hole.