Chapter 297: Hijacked on the Rails

We stopped, and I didn’t even notice.

I found something to put on and went up to the observation car to check out where we stopped. As I looked around, I saw Kirsten turn and look right at me. Eva and Gabby were fighting to keep her from running back to the train. I also saw the girl who woke up in my arms. She saw me, waved, and then signed that she was sorry we didn’t get to screw. She wanted to do it with me because of my amazing body, but all the other school groups on the train found they were leaving the train at this stop. When I located a conductor, he told me that the train company was going to bring in another of the new trains to swap cars around. The man from last night happened to be walking our way and heard us talking.

He interrupted to say, “No need to sugar coat things, Phillipe.”

I found out that multiple reasons caused sudden changes to the trains and riders.

First was that bitch from dinner last night. She got vindictive. By the time I went to sleep inside Eva, that bitch burned through her pre-paid plan phone minutes. She called every military and police forces to drag me from the train because I had sex with a girl under eighteen, even if the age of consent was fourteen in the countries we traveled through. When they found out that I was that Darren, those she called made her the laughing stock of her entire social circle. It had less to do with who I was in the world and more that I was sixteen.

The second reason had nothing to do with me at all. International sex trafficking and child exploitation investigators identified two men and seven women on the train who were about to hijack the train, and do who knows what to the adults, and then kidnap all the children and young women who looked younger than their age. Not wanting any chance of children, except me surprisingly, getting hurt, raped, injured, or worse, during the takedown, they got them all off the train while the nine suspects were still under the effects of the knockout gas pumped into their sleeper compartments. Our train ride would soon resume with them waking shortly before their planned hijacking.

Finally, though minor, the train company caught all manners of hell for not providing the shower services and expensive meal services as per the tickets purchased by the school groups. It didn’t help that all the kids on the train, including the five who came into my sleeper compartment, were supposed to be in sleeper cars, two sharing a bunk, sixteen to a room. Girls and boys were to be in separate sleeper coaches with at least one car with upper and lower seating areas between the segregated sleepers. Someone got greedy at the train company and pulled a fast one.

“Look, Darren,” the man I found in charge of the entire train said. “Had the manifest not been altered, you were placed in the one empty bunk in a sleeper car with the older girls from the junior high school group. I can’t confirm it, and I’m not even going to try, but the rumor is that all the chaperons and even the parents for all the junior high school girls had no problem with you sleeping in any of the sleeper compartments assigned to girls. What one teacher did tell me, after your hallway introduction to the older girls last night, was that the girls would have to practically rape you to get you to have sex with them. She told me that she kept a close eye on the activities in the hallway to see that the girls were in control of what happened, and you took your cues from their actions toward you. Well, she also said she wished we could delay the train for a bit longer so that she could try you in her to see if you were all muscles with no skill in bed.”

“Guess we will never know. At least all the female chaperones look good without beer goggles,” I replied, making them laugh.

The conductor with us then said, “Sir, you are behind on your email. We are replacing a subset of the girls with women who look like young teenagers. Each is better trained than most special forces teams. They told me to let the key trusted people, such as yourself, and optionally Darren, know that we are to play along with the hijackers. All the weapons brought by the hijackers had the ammo replaced with bullets designed to look like a real bullet wound. Each bullet has a stun charge built in to cause someone to appear to be dead if hit with enough shots, instead they are just unconscious.”

Hey! I know those types of bullets. Might as well play along.

Very quickly, they reconfigured my train and that let those who left before us to continue their trip. We would be going shortly.

Not sure who these people are, but they aren’t from Anna’s people. They have similar training, though they aren’t as good.

I went to eat in the elite dining room while the people coming onto the train did their things. The bitch was there again, and still complaining up a storm to someone on the phone, as she sat at a table to herself. It was clear that the people around her were shunning her now.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what they say. There is no way that this Darren person is under eighteen. You must see this guy. He looks like a Greek god. I think he had something done to increase his penis length,” she stated loudly to whoever was on the phone. “No. I want him arrested. He raped my niece ... Yes. I’m sure. He blocked me from going into her room and even took my key so I couldn’t open her door ... She is still a little girl, and he raped her ... I don’t care that she is an adult as far as the world is concerned. He drugged her or did something else to make her let him rape her. Hello? Hello?”

Her niece had been doing her best to hide in the corner so no one could see her, at least until she saw me walk in. She walked over to where I waved from the bitches table to pull out a chair for her. I sat on the opposite side of the bitch.

“Look, Mrs. Let me make this completely clear so you can understand it,” I told her in the deep, don’t fucking interrupt me or question what I tell you voice. “Say whatever lies you want about me to anyone who will listen. I don’t give a shit. People who wouldn’t let you lick out their septic tank know me. My reputation speaks for itself. What I won’t tolerate is your spreading lies about your niece’s personal life. Should she ever choose that it was her time have sex with a male, then that is her business and hers alone. If you quit spending all your waking hours bitching about everything and sticking your nose into everyone else’s business, you would find your niece is an amazingly smart young woman. I rather enjoyed our lively discussions last evening before she decided to retire for the evening. Even if she decided to request that I spend the night with her, which she didn’t, that too would be none of your fucking business. Sixteen is the legal age of consent in all the countries along this rail line, so I could freely consent to an intimate evening with her even though she is older than me. Oh. Unfortunately, the train line doesn’t sell pre-paid SIM cards. You will have to wait until our destination to be able to get minutes for your cell phone again. I noticed your cell phone went to emergency calls only.”

When they brought my breakfast, I sat to talk with the bitch’s niece as we both ignored that bitch completely. She finally left in a huff.

It didn’t take long for her to run into a young-looking, or possibly actually young, teenaged operatives. She doesn’t seem to like kids much.

Knowing that the train didn’t make a stop in the middle of the night, the other one was well ahead of us and didn’t have the same look like this one. Now back underway, we were just a bit ahead of schedule, as per the plans to deal with the kidnappers.

I probably shouldn’t get involved, but what would people think of Darren if he just stood around while someone hijacked the train?

I was washing up in the room when I heard the helicopter and then thuds on the roof of my sleeper coach. Making myself not see the top of the train let me learn the intel was way wrong. I saw twenty-two people on the train roof. Not sure how they all got into a helicopter. Was it a few that only sounded like one given the rail noises? They appeared to be three-quarters male and a quarter female. Not seeing anything from the bottom of the windows upward, I watched the women slip down into this sleeper car, get into the other sleeping compartment, and then strip out of their black jumpsuits to be wearing tight shorts and tank tops. None were wearing a bra because they didn’t need one.

Their clothes confirmed what I suspect. Each girl was in excellent physical shape and only had a cell-phone on them and a mini stun gun they took from their jumpsuits. Two girls and one guy made the mistake of coming into my compartment by picking the lock before bursting in.

“Please. Can you help us? A man is chasing us,” one of the girls said right as the guy burst into the room.

Brandishing a semi-automatic machine gun, he started barking out orders to drop to the floor.

It’s not happening.

“You three picked the wrong room,” I told them. “If you like, I can tie you up now and keep you from hurting like hell tomorrow. You don’t have any hope of subduing, or even shooting, me. Your choice.”

The guy flipped off the safety and moved his finger toward the trigger guard. His finger dislocated when I removed the semi-auto machinegun from his hands and proceeded to field strip it, sliding the mainspring in my pocket. He was all guns and talk. He hadn’t even started to react when I hit him five times, quickly, using moves I didn’t know I knew. He dropped to the floor like I pulled the bones out of his body.

Now the two girls were much faster with their reactions, but they were also on the far side of the sleeping compartment from me. One was most obviously the leader of the two. She came at me full speed trying to land a hit or kick. I started to block, but just let her tire herself out by hitting me as hard as she could, anywhere she could. While my shield would absorb any force that might hurt me, it never intervened except for one snap kick toward my head. The place in my head showed me that she had not only burned through all her energy trying to take me down, the woman burned through all her adrenaline fight or flight energy.

A quick grab of her wrists let me cross her arms to get her wrists in her armpits. Using handcuffs from the guy who had the gun, I cuffed both wrists and then pulled two more zip ties between them to keep her wrists painfully in her armpits.

It took longer to get her wrists bound like in a straitjacket and ankles restrained then it did to tire her out.

The other girl snapped out of her stunned silence to come at me too. While hitting faster, she was tiring after three powerful kicks and a flurry of punches. I got her her wrists in each hand. I moved my legs coming in between hers from the back, and my shins against the joints of her ankles.

Leaning in toward her ear, I whispered, “I can let you tire yourself out and cuff you like I did her, beat the living shit out of you and then cuff you, or we can strip so you can use my long dick help burn off that pent up anger toward men. I won’t rape either of you or even the guy who had the gun, even though it wouldn’t take any effort at all. I figure they won’t even miss you for another fifteen minutes at the earliest.”

She struggled to get free before looking at the other two. The guy was still out cold, and the other girl soaked in sweat as she used what little energy reserves remained to try to get loose.

“All three of you are going to be bound and naked anyway. You can enjoy a good fuck first if you want. I’ll even wear a rubber,” I said.

I asked the place in my head to show anything coming from me that was turning her on sexually. There was nothing. My restraining her made her a bit scared at first. Now she was soaking her tight shorts.

Looking at me, she said, “Can you knock her out first? I’m a virgin still, and I’ve spent my entire teen years to make sure no one could take that from me. I don’t want her to know, and I won’t bleed. Please wear a rubber, though. Less mess.”

Before she knew it, she was naked. I stepped out of my shorts and boxer-briefs after making it look like I hit the other woman in a way to knock her out. I pulled out the energy keeping her awake and put the bubble around the place in her brain to keep her asleep for at least twelve hours unless someone went great lengths to wake her up.

She gets an A for effort.

I heard the crackle of both stun guns as she pushed them both into my naked groin. I watched her eyes go wide as she saw that all the stun guns were doing was making me hard. I knocked both free and her onto a bed. A few cable ties later and her elbows were behind her knees with her hands zip-tied to her ankles. I tied her elbows and knees together as well.

“Try to be nice...” I said out loud as I put on a rubber.

No matter how much she didn’t want sex like this, her fish taco was dripping out her special sauce. She didn’t lie about being a virgin, though lied about her hymen. I used a pillow to muffle her screams, followed by curses in multiple languages. I power fucked her as I wore out her pussy. By the time I came, she was a limp noodle. Without an official count, I can say that she is multi-orgasmic with a very light cum trigger. She passed out on her own, and I put the bubble around the place in her head too.

For the guy and the other girl in the room, I stripped them both and tied their heads to have their noses in each other’s buttholes and their mouths at each other’s junk.

Was it a bit wrong to make then both have a bit of shit ooze out and pee a bit?

I flushed the rubber and dressed before taking the three to the room where the girls stripped off their jumpsuits.

To be sure I knew the score, I made myself not see any of the train body and walls, just seats, bunks, toilets, sinks, and showers. Boxes and luggage showed very faintly.

I didn’t see any male agents engaging the thugs on the train, but the female agents were going head to head with the female thugs as the males kept the others in the last two cars covered. Seeing how they spaced out made it trivial for me to climb up to get on top of the train, walk to the engine, and drop down silently behind two thugs holding guns on the engineer, the engineer in training, and one of the maintenance people. My arms had the muscles to put one around each thug and do a sleeper hold on them. No one watching or on some remote camera would be able to tell I drained their good energy before knocking them out with the block on the part of the brains that keeps them awake. A quick search found more zip-cuffs and zip-ties. I quickly stripped both men before being binding them together with their mouth pushed against each other’s dick.

“They might as well get used to having a dick in their face right from the start. I’m sure they will have a lot of boyfriends in whatever black hole they get dropped into,” I told the stunned engineers.

I quickly found that these hijackers weren’t very good at hijacking a train. Opening the door to the first car behind the engine didn’t even have the thug too to look. A quick pop to the head made my draining out his energy, and knocking him outlook plausible. I zip-tied him to the metal conductor’s chair just inside the door, out of view of the other two in this car.

The first one was holding a gun to make people give up their jewelry, wallets, cell phones, tablets, and anything else of value to the second one. I put a sleeper-hold on the first. Lifting him a bit off the floor made it easy to get to the last one in this car. Without any weapons drawn, it was easy to let this guy think he had a chance of fighting me. I don’t like to hit a girl, but guys are fair game. I blocked whatever he threw at me, including two knives, as I countered. Four quick fast hits had his arms and legs paralyzed for the next ten hours.