Britney rides the train

She was standing on the train, holding onto the rail. It was dark and raining hard outside. The train was packed tightly with people. Britney wanted so badly to sit down. Her legs were killing her, one nylon was down around her knee. Her panties were ripped badly and only hung from one hip. Her blouse was torn at the shoulder, buttons ripped off and soaking wet. One of her expensive 6 inch heals was missing. And her skirt was simply gone.

Britney was still crying. Her breast was bleeding where the man had yanked hard on her nipple and twisted. Her right eye was swollen so shut she could hardly see to run through the rain to board the train and push herself inside. The shortcut through the tunnel, from the resorts hotel to the train station turned out to be hell. Five black men had beaten and repeatedly raped her. She barely broke free and ran to catch the last train home.

The hotel had been wonderful. Best vacation ever. Had a great fuck with the head of security and the next day, snuck off for some quality time with his wife. There were lots of people walking around naked, even out fucking around the pool. Yes, a very fun vacation. But that tunnel! Yikes!

Finally on the train, she felt safe. Her sobs started slowing down. She could still feel the bloody cum running down her inner thighs. Her hair was a tangled dripping mess. She stank of the ugly drunk men. The worst ending to a day ever.

Then warm strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her close. A man kissed her on top of the head and he said, “You are safe now. I gotcha”. Britney looked up, and fainted. It was the handsome man who lived on the top floor of the hotel. The charming one with the magnificent penis. How the fuck did he get here? And why?

At the next stop, he lifted her up and carried her sleeping form off of the train into a waiting car.
Back at the hotel, he undressed her and bathed her. Then put her to bed. He called downstairs to have someone up to care for her and then went off to gather his security team. The drunks were still in the tunnel. In the morning police were called. The tunnel was not a pleasant place to visit.

Britney recovered nicely over the next few weeks. Having that nice hard cock several times a day filling her with healing fluids in every opening probably helped a lot. Thank goodness for that! Her vacation was a delight, followed by a tunnel from hell. And now here she was in heaven being cared for by the most popular man in the building. Fuck, this was nice! How was she going to tell her husband that she wanted to stay here?

This short story inspired by stories written by Courtney and Britney. Thank you.

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