Carolina's POV

The train moved onward, devouring miles of empty countryside while my body trembled on the edge of surrender. The leader’s thick shaft buried deep inside me with every savage thrust, his hips slamming against mine in perfect rhythm with the clattering wheels. My back pressed into the worn seat cushions, my legs forced wide apart by rough hands that refused to let me close them even an inch. Each plunge sent fresh waves of unwanted pleasure rippling through my core, my inner walls clenching greedily around the invasion despite the burning humiliation flooding my cheeks.

“Listen to her moan,” one of the masked men sneered, his voice dripping...