The clack-clack-clack of the Rajdhani Express roared through the night, a relentless pulse in the dimly lit first-class coupe where Asst.Commissioner Menka Sharma sat, her body a coiled spring of unfulfilled desire.
At twenty-five, Menka was a vision of raw seduction—her voluptuous frame strained her khaki uniform, massive breasts heaving against a tight shirt, nipples hard as bullets begging to be sucked, her pants sculpting a perfect ass and shaven cunt that pulsed with need, every curve screaming to be claimed.
Three months without Constable Abhay, her secret lover and subordinate, had left her starving—her three virgin holes first ravaged by his monstrous cock, her cunt stretched wide in screaming ecstasy, her ass torn open with brutal thrusts, her mouth choked with his thick cum as she swallowed every drop, now aching for that savage fullness.
Opposite her sat three figures shrouded in black burqas, their gloved hands concealing their true nature—Javed, Feroz, and Salim Malik, brothers of the notorious Malik gang, their eyes burning with vengeance for their eldest sibling’s execution at Menka’s hands.
The coupe had emptied after midnight, a calculated exodus orchestrated by a bribed Travelling Ticket Examiner, leaving Menka isolated with her predators, the air thick with menace as the train hurtled toward dawn.
Their plan was a masterstroke of cruelty: isolate her, lock the compartment, and unleash a night of brutal gang rape to shatter her body and spirit, a bloody message to anyone who dared cross the Malik brothers.
At 10 PM, Salim shuffled to the toilet, his burqa masking the tap-tap-tap of a coded signal against the metal wall, confirming no witnesses remained, the operation ready to commence.
Their supplies were vile—cheap liquor to dull her resistance, Viagra to keep their cocks hard through hours of assault, and a festering hatred that guaranteed unrelenting sadism.
Menka’s sharp mind caught the shift when Salim returned, the air growing heavy as Javed slid to her left, Feroz to her right, pinning her against the window, their heat oppressive in the stifling coupe.
With a thunk, Salim locked the sliding door, the metallic sound echoing with chilling finality, sealing their fates in the confined space.
In a flash, the burqas fell, revealing the Malik brothers’ hate-twisted faces—Javed’s cruel sneer, Feroz’s predatory grin, Salim’s cold stare—ghosts from her past case files, their eyes gleaming with sadistic intent.
Menka’s heart pounded—her service revolver, her lifeline, lay locked in her suitcase beneath the berth, tantalizingly close yet impossibly far.
Javed’s gloved hand grazed her cheek, a mockery of tenderness. “Madam Sahiba, such a lonely journey. We’ll make it unforgettable.”
Feroz leaned in, his tobacco-stained breath hot on her neck. “Three months without Abhay’s cock splitting your holes? We’ll fuck that hunger out of you.”
Salim chuckled from the door. “We know everything—how he popped your cherry in cunt, ass, and mouth, your secret fucks, your revolver snug in its case. Tonight, you’re ours.”
Menka’s blood froze—they knew Abhay, her most guarded secret violated, their intelligence chillingly precise, down to her sanctioned leave and solitary travel.
Her mind raced: fight and die, or play the seductress, exhaust them with their own lust, and strike when their guards were down, her only chance at survival.
She leaned forward, her voice a sultry purr, shirt straining against her massive tits. “If you know I’m starving for a good fuck, why not satisfy me? But can you three match Abhay’s stamina and fill this whore’s hungry holes?”
Javed’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of intrigue. “You think you can play us, bitch? We planned to rape you raw—cunt, ass, mouth—until you’re a broken shell, a warning to others.”
Menka licked her full lips, her gaze smoldering. “Why settle for rape when you can have a willing whore? Turn your vengeance into a fuck fest where I beg for more—plan it right, and I’ll drain your cocks until you collapse.”
Feroz gripped her thigh, his fingers digging in. “Negotiating, are you? We could tear you apart, but a slut begging for our dicks adds a twist. What’s your game, Madam?”
Menka arched her back, her nipples tenting the fabric. “Start slow—strip me, worship this body Abhay claimed first—make me cum before you destroy me. I’ll fuck you back until you’re empty.”
Javed laughed, a guttural rasp. “You want praise for your slutty curves? We’ll mock them while we play, but your ass gets no mercy—we’ll tear it open for our brother’s blood.”
Menka’s eyes gleamed with calculated defiance. “Then let’s make a deal: wine first to loosen us up, me on my knees sucking your cocks hard, then fuck me in order—Salim, Feroz, you last, Javed. I’ll set the pace to exhaust you.”
Feroz smirked, his hand sliding higher. “Clever whore—tiring the ‘weakest’ first? We’ll flip it: all three at once, rotating through your holes until you’re a cum-soaked wreck.”
Salim added, his voice dripping malice. “No lube for your ass—we want it bloody, your screams for our elder bhai. You cry, we cum harder.”
Menka countered, her voice husky. “Fine, but I’ll seduce you into overdoing it—fuck me until your dicks give out. Agree, and I’ll kiss you like I’m starving.”
Javed nodded, his grin predatory. “Deal, slut. Start with those lips—prove you’re as hungry as you claim.”
Menka rose, her body trembling with calculated nerves, and pressed her full lips against Javed’s in a ravenous kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth, tasting his bitterness, her hands pulling him closer to show her desperation.
She broke away, panting, and turned to Feroz, her mouth crashing onto his in a deep smooch, tongues tangling, her teeth nipping his lip as she ground her hips against him.
Salim grabbed her chin, forcing his lips on hers, his kiss brutal, sucking her tongue until it ached, his hands roaming her ass, squeezing hard.
Menka moaned into their mouths, her body writhing. “Kiss me everywhere—suck my skin, taste how much this whore craves your cocks.”
Javed attacked her neck, his lips sucking hard, leaving purple marks, his teeth grazing her pulse point as she gasped.
Feroz ripped her shirt open, buttons flying, and latched onto her left breast, his mouth devouring her thick nipple, biting until it reddened, her cries fueling his hunger.
Salim sucked her right tit, his tongue swirling the erect bud, chewing viciously as his hand mauled the heavy globe, her skin bruising under his grip.
Menka arched, her moans echoing. “Suck harder, you bastards—make my tits swell, mark this slut’s body.”
Javed moved lower, kissing her taut stomach, his tongue plunging into her navel, licking the sweat as Feroz and Salim continued their assault on her breasts.
Salim bit her inner thigh, spreading her legs, his lips brushing her panty-clad cunt, inhaling her musky arousal, teasing her through the fabric.
Feroz sucked her earlobe, whispering. “Look at this whore—dripping wet, cunt begging for our cocks already.”
Javed tore her pants down, his mouth on her ass cheek, biting the firm flesh, his tongue tracing her crack, teasing her tight pucker.
Menka writhed, kissing whoever was closest, her hands pulling their heads to her skin. “More—suck my holes, taste how this whore’s ready for punishment.”
Salim ripped her panties off, his tongue plunging into her shaven cunt, lapping her slick juices, sucking her swollen clit until she bucked, screaming in pleasure.
Feroz kissed her deeply again, his fingers twisting her nipples, while Javed rimmed her ass, his tongue probing her pucker, making her tremble.
Javed pulled back, smirking. “This slut’s body—curves Abhay fucked first, now ours to ruin. Tits like melons, ass made for tearing.”
Feroz spread her cunt lips, his fingers rubbing her clit. “Soaked like a whore—your pussy’s clenching, starving for our seed.”
Salim slapped her ass, the cheek jiggling. “Shaven cunt, tight ass—perfect for wrecking. Abhay’s plaything, now our cum dump.”
Menka moaned, her body on fire. “Mock me more—call me your whore, play with me until I’m begging.”
Javed mauled her breasts, leaving handprints. “These fat tits—reddening for us. You’re a slut who’d fuck the whole train.”
Feroz plunged three fingers into her cunt, pumping roughly. “Feel that wetness? This bitch’s hole is ready to be pounded raw.”
Salim bit her other ass cheek, his fingers teasing her pucker. “This ass—Abhay stretched it, but we’ll gape it bloody for our brother.”
Javed slapped her pussy, the sting making her gasp. “Whore’s dripping—cunt begging for brutal fucks, ass ready to bleed.”
Feroz sucked her nipple again, teeth scraping. “Whole train knows you’re a slut—wet and willing, holes craving destruction.”
Salim licked her crack, his tongue circling her anus. “Beautiful whore body—curves that tempt devils, now ours to punish.”
The seduction built, their mouths and hands everywhere, sucking, biting, licking her body for endless minutes, her moans genuine in the haze of lust and her calculated plan.
The fuck fest erupted—Salim slamming into her cunt first, no mercy, his cock stretching her walls to the limit, pounding deep with each thrust, her juices squirting around him as he grabbed her tits, twisting her nipples viciously.
Menka screamed, her body rocking, cunt clenching his shaft, the friction building heat, her walls milking him as he thrust harder, faster, her moans turning to cries of "More—fuck this whore deeper!"
Salim's balls slapped her ass, his cock head hitting her cervix with every brutal plunge, her cunt gushing, soaking the berth, ten minutes of relentless pounding until he roared, flooding her with hot cum, overflowing from her stretched hole.
But Menka dropped to her knees, sucking his softening cock, tasting cum and her juices, encouraging. “More—fuck me harder, fill me again.”
Feroz flipped her, his cock aiming at her cunt, slamming in with force, stretching her wider, his hands slapping her ass red as he pounded, her walls convulsing around him.
Menka bucked back, her cries echoing. “Yes—destroy this cunt, you bastard—make it yours!”
Feroz's thrusts were savage, his shaft veined and thick, rubbing her G-spot, forcing orgasms from her, her squirt mixing with his pre-cum, fifteen minutes until he exploded, cum gushing deep, dripping out as he pulled free.
Javed mounted her, his monster cock splitting her cunt, thrusting slow at first, then accelerating to punishing speed, her walls tearing slightly, blood tinting her fluids.
Menka wailed, her body on fire. “Deeper—fill this whore’s hole, make me bleed for you!”
Javed's pounding lasted twenty minutes, his cock head battering her depths, her cunt clenching in waves of agony-pleasure, cum flooding her until it overflowed, pooling beneath her.
The anal assault began—Salim positioning behind her, his cock pressing her tight pucker without lube, forcing in inch by inch, tearing her ring, blood oozing as she screamed in blinding pain.
“Cry louder, whore—for our elder bhai!” Salim growled, thrusting deeper, her ass clenching in futile resistance, blood coating his shaft, working as crude lube for his brutal plunges.
Menka’s tears streamed, her voice hoarse. “Punish me—see, elder bhai, this bitch bleeds for you, naked and broken, ass torn for your vengeance!”
Salim's cock reamed her, balls slapping her cunt, blood and fluids dripping, ten minutes of searing thrusts, each one ripping her wider, until he came, cum mixing with blood deep inside.
As the pain peaked, Menka's bladder gave way, pee leaking from her in hot streams, soaking the berth and Salim's balls.
The brothers laughed cruelly. "Are you pissing yourself from fear? No matter, even if you leak stool, we'll rip your ass wider and feed you your own shit—be careful, whore!"
Menka sobbed, the humiliation fueling their mockery, but she urged them on, her plan to exhaust them intact.
Feroz took over, his thicker cock forcing into her bleeding ass, the tear extending, blood gushing as he slammed in, her pucker a raw wound, pain like fire.
Menka wailed, pee squirting again from the agony. “Harder—destroy me for your brother, make this whore suffer!”
Feroz's pounding was merciless, his shaft bathed in blood, fifteen minutes of brutal reaming, her ass gaping, cum flooding the wrecked hole.
Javed's turn—his massive cock splitting her ass wider, the pain unbearable, blood pouring as he thrust, her screams a symphony.
“Feel that rip, slut? Our brother watches your ass bleed, begging mercy!” Javed roared, hips slamming, stretching the torment to twenty minutes, cum erupting in her torn depths.
Menka tried to convince them. “Lube—please, it’s in my suitcase! I’ll get it, make it easier for you to fuck longer!”
Javed sneered. “We’re not your paramour Abhay—we’re punishers. We’ll tear your tiny hole raw; once fucked by our monster dicks, blood will ooze and work as lube, bitch!”
They refused, laughing as blood slickened their cocks, her pleas ignored, the pain amplifying their sadistic pleasure.
The oral assaults followed—Salim choking her throat, his cock gagging her for ten minutes, cum overflowing down her chin.
Feroz face-fucked her for fifteen, balls slapping her face, forcing her to swallow the vile mix.
Javed’s twenty-minute oral was relentless, his cock down her throat until she nearly passed out, cum flooding her mouth.
After the anal by all three, Menka was exhausted, her body a wreck, but for survival—she knew they'd kill her at dawn—she started sucking their cocks, her lips wrapping around Salim's blood-smeared shaft, tongue swirling to revive him.
They laughed, exchanging glances, planning through eyes—a silent agreement to push her further.
Salim lay on his berth, Feroz sitting beside him. "Sit on my dick, whore," Salim commanded.
Menka straddled him, lowering slowly onto his erect cock, but Salim pulled her down like a doll with savage force, his entire length impaling her cunt in one thrust, a loud scream ripping from her throat.
Feroz grabbed her hair, bending her face to his cock, shoving it into her open mouth, gagging her as she struggled.
Javed leaned in, using the berth chain for leverage, and shoved his dick into her ass, the triple penetration making her body explode in pain.
Menka fluttered like a wounded bird, her whole body shaking violently, the two well-built Maliks struggling to keep her still, her screams muffled by Feroz's cock.
They knew she was in extreme pain, satisfying their vengeance, and started fucking her in unison, mauling her boobs like ripping flesh, fingers digging deep, twisting nipples until blood welled.
Menka's vision blurred, her body convulsing, but they pounded for minutes until cumming, leaving her collapsed on the floor like dead, cum leaking from all holes.
They enjoyed it, taking Viagra for the next round, challenging her. "Ready for more, whore?"
Menka, knowing refusal meant death, boldly agreed. "I'm ready—bring it on."
But she didn't know their plan—another DP, this time making her sit on Javed's cock with her ass, the pain excruciating as he pulled her down, tearing her further.
Feroz shoved into her cunt, Salim into her mouth, the triple assault renewed, her body shaking, pain blinding for longer minutes.
They switched positions again, DPing her in new configurations, each brother rotating holes, her ass and cunt wrecked, blood and cum everywhere.
The last round was hell—Menka on all fours, they fucked her ass and cunt with 5-10 thrusts each, switching rapidly, unloading semen in bursts, her holes a messy ruin.
After, Menka started sucking their dicks to check their strength, but they pushed her away one by one. "This whore's still begging while we're done—she outfucked us!"
Exhausted, drunk on liquor and Viagra, they collapsed, snoring in a stupor, their bodies sprawled across the berths.
Menka lay still, listening to their ragged breaths, her body a map of agony—bruised tits, torn ass, blood and cum pooling beneath her.
With agonizing slowness, she crawled to her suitcase, her fingers trembling as she worked the combination lock, pulling her revolver free.
She moved to Salim first, pressing the muzzle to his temple. His eyes fluttered open, bleary. BANG. His head exploded, blood spraying the berth.
Feroz stirred, groaning, but Menka pivoted, firing twice into his chest, his body convulsing before going limp.
Javed roared, scrambling for a weapon, but Menka stood, swaying, her gun steady. “For Abhay,” she whispered. BANG. The bullet caught him between the eyes, his body crumpling against the locked door.
Blood and cum stained the floor, the stench overwhelming, a mix of sweat, semen, blood, and piss choking the air.
The coupe was near the compartment door, and with her dress torn to shreds, blood covering her naked body from head to toe, Menka didn't bother clothing herself, her massive tits heaving, cunt and ass dripping filth as she rose.
She dragged Salim’s naked corpse first, his limp dick flopping, blood trailing as she hauled him to the door, unlocking it with a click, the wind roaring in.
With a grunt, she shoved him out, his body tumbling into the rushing darkness, swallowed by the night.
Feroz’s body next, his heavier frame straining her muscles, blood smearing her skin as she pulled him, his cock still semi-hard from Viagra, flopping against his thigh.
She heaved him over the edge, the train's speed whipping him away into oblivion.
Javed heaviest, his muscular body a dead weight, cum and blood from her ass still on his cock as she dragged him, her naked ass flexing, tits bouncing with effort.
At the door, she pushed with all her strength, his corpse falling out, vanishing into the black void.
Their luggage followed—bags hurled one by one, contents scattering in the wind, erasing their presence.
Blood stains marred the coupe and compartment floor, pools of crimson mixed with cum and pee.
Menka grabbed the railway towel, scrubbing furiously, her naked body bending, tits swinging, ass cheeks parting to reveal her torn pucker as she wiped every trace.
The stench lingered, but the visible evidence faded, the towel soaked red as she discarded it out the door.
Naked and blood-streaked, she stumbled to the toilet for a bath, the icy water cascading over her curves, washing away the layers of filth.
For thirty minutes, she scrubbed with soap and shampoo, lathering her massive tits, soaping her shaven cunt, gently cleaning her wrecked ass, the water turning pink with blood.
She emerged naked, water dripping from her nipples, down her stomach, between her thighs, her body clean but bruised.
Pulling out her suitcase, she dried herself with her towel, the soft fabric soothing her raw skin, her ass burning with every movement.
She swallowed painkillers from her kit, the pills dulling the agony in her torn holes.
Finally, she slipped into a fresh night dress, the thin fabric clinging to her curves, and lay on her berth, pretending deep sleep, her revolver hidden nearby.
The train neared dawn, Menka rigid, her body a ruin, but alive.
Had her seduction become reality? The whore they called her—had she embraced it to survive, her feigned moans blending with genuine pleasure?
The taste of cum lingered, phantom-like, in her throat, her screams of pain and ecstasy haunting her.
The pre-dawn gloom offered no answers, only the cold weight of survival and the train’s relentless rhythm carrying her toward a sunrise that felt colder than the darkest night.
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