Chapter 2 - The Highland Festival - The Ride Continues
This story contains elements of non-consensual relations, and abuse. This story is a fantasy and should be taken as such. If you don't like my story, then don't read it, or better yet write your own. This is my first story and something I'm trying out. For those wishing to add nice comments, or HELPFUL critics they are always welcome.
I Hope You Enjoy.
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Here I was 30 minutes later, I had managed to lose my glasses, socks, shoes, shirt, PUBLIC HAIR, and most importantly all dignity. As I tried to stumble forward out of the train with the crowd I felt an all too familiar powerful hand grab my waist and steer me towards the last booth of the train. Looking around for help I notice that everyone else on the train had settled into their own booths and they weren't paying any attention to me. The booths were like those at a restaurant, two long fake leather benches, with a table in the middle. Crammed in I was forced to take a seat facing the back wall of the train, as my larger assailant took the seat blocking the aisle. Now all but my head would be hidden from the other passengers. I notice Brian quickly sliding into the booth taking the seat across the table hauling a bunch of bags.
Sitting down I take note of how the rough fabric of the kilt feels on my newly shaved ass, I squirm around a little trying to get comfortable. Then I finally notice there is another man in the booth. To my right sitting by the window was an older man. I gave a brief sigh of relief, finally a witness to put a stop to this. My relief didn't last long however as my stomach dropped when the old man reached into his sporran and slid down the table my glasses, wallet, and cell phone. SHIT the rest must have fallen out during one of the assaults; This man was in on it as well. I quickly grabbed my things and got up stammering
"I rea-really should go, girl-fr-friend waiting an-d all"
The larger man quickly puts a meaty paw on my shoulder and pushes me back down.
"Nonsense, we haven't even properly introduced ourselves yet, besides I sent Karen a text already telling her you were hitting it off with some new friends"
My heart started pounding in my chest, how did he know Karen... SHIT they must have unlocked my phone.
"Besides you still owe Brian an apology for hitting him earlier when he was so nicely trying to help you clean up. That, plus we still have this fun video for you to see"
The old man slowly slides his phone down the table. Peering at the phone I see a paused video is pulled up and ready to be played.
With a slow jerk the train starts to leave the station, and over the intercom I hear:
"Twenty-five minutes till our final stop."
Twenty-five more minutes of hell! Fumbling for my glasses I slide them back on and press play...
After a little more than a minute watching the video I felt sick to my stomach and pushed the phone away. It turns out the older man had recorded specific parts of my abuse. The problem was the video seemed to miss all the parts with me struggling, so it just looked like I was getting my rocks off on the train by another dude. The older man takes his phone back as the larger man cleared his throat.
"hmm, now that you're fully aware of the situation you're in, I believe we were at introductions"
I look up from the table to get my first clear look at my tormenters.
First across the table was Brian, the small mousy man that had taken my underwear off. He was even shorter than me, probably around 5'4, balding a little, and looked like he didn't get out much. Your typical scrawny nerd. Next was John, the old man against the window to my right. Probably around 60-70 years old he seemed to have a youthful fire in his bright blue eyes. He had short grey hair along with a bull nose piecing to complete his old man biker look. Next was the HUGE giant of a man to my left, Frank. He looked like he was right out of one of those strong man competitions, some gladiator behemoth ready to crush my skull in. All the men seemed to be wearing matching green plaid kilts, and leather vest, recalling some of the gay pride parades back home. I realized I may have been staring at Frank a little too long as me gave me a sly smirk and said:
"You sure stare a lot for a straight boy. John here tells me your name is Tom, that's perfects, I've always wanted a little Tommy Boy"
I grimaced
"Only my parents call me Tommy"
Frank chuckled
"Well that's perfect as most of my boys call me Daddy anyways"
he smirked and placed a meaty hand on my thigh.
"Now why don't you lean back so we can finish cleaning you up"
John adjusts his position so that his back was against the window and swings one leg up to rest behind me on the bench. He then slowly forces me to lean back, so I'm lying between his legs. He had hiked his kilt up so that I was resting directly between his bare thighs. I could feel what I was sure were his balls brushing against the hair on the top of my head. He then leans forward looking upside-down into my eyes and whispers;
"Now if you manage to behave, I promise this video will never leave my little circle of friends."
