Last train out-open

Rom looks Natasha in eye as she tries to seduce him. They say eyes are windows to soul. Rom Tephov eyes are dead. Whether smiling pleasant for lady or cutting throats, his eyes never change. They say its like he just looks through people. He now looks through Natasha.

Even as he practically throws her off his lap by her tits. Sending her flying against the window from which she bounces off and crumples to the floor.

"Don't fucking tell me to take its easy, whore!" he bellows as he erupts from the chair, "Don't think your whore act is going to make me go easy on you. I fucking say how hard and how fast we go. I've had fucking better from dockside hooker!"

Rom grabs old rope that tied his greatcoat closed. Advancing on Natasha before she has even come to halt, he grabs her hands and quickly and expertly ties them behind her back.
 
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Realizing I need to step back and asses the situation more I change tactics. Breathing hard from the shot against the wall I look at you and say "apologies Mr Tephov meant no ill will just enjoy company of man like you. What is up with Ganda behind back". I ask semi nervous and confused.
 
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Rom make no reply to Natasha. Instead he goes to door, unlocks it and signals for his guard to come in. Hulking gorilla of a thug waits till his partner moves down to cover door then enters. In mean time Rom picks Natasha up by her hair and slams her down hard, bent over small table.

Holding Natasha down by back of her neck, Rom looks at his thug employee.

"Fuck this whore in the ass!" he orders his soldier.

A big grin comes across face of thug as he undoes his fly. He pulls out good sized cock and starts to stroke it, looking at Natasha's long legs and tight ass. Obviously he enjoys view or anticipated anal rape of her ass, as he is hard in moments.

Rom holds Natasha down and growls in her ear.

"Fucking whore! You don't talk. You don't say a fucking thing. No wants to hear you speak, whore," he says.

With a grin he says, "You can scream if you want."

With that, the thug behind Natasha steps forward and kicks her legs apart. He spits on his hand and lubes the head of his erect cock. With out mercy, he brutally shoves his cock in Natasha's ass.
 
I whimper as he pounds me without mercy from behind. Hands tied behind back so I can't even block anything. In my spy days I have gone through rough assignments before to get close but this one was by far the roughest. The thug bodyguard just comments on my long nylon clad legs as he rapes my ass. I squirm to no avail as I'm not used to that size anally. I just think got to hold out as a chance to take out Eastern leaders and maybe even Rom.
 
Thug in Natasha's ass sodomizes her hard. Seemingly more intent on hurting her, than actually deriving pleasure from her ass. Repeatedly he pulls out then thrust back in again. Each thrust generating whimper from Natasha. Her attempts to break free appear as just squirming, bound and under grip of two large males.

Rom has his thug hold down Natasha as he retrieves his weapon and silencer. Twisting her head to side, he practically pins her head to table with weapon. He has seen flash of determination in her eyes and is not about to trust in her submission. Taking advantage of Natasha inhaling, on particularly hard thrust of big cock in her inexperienced anus, Rom shoves his cock in her mouth.

Unnaturally spit roasted and made airtight Natasha is brutally raped from both ends. Both of her rapist settle into good hard fuck mode, disregarding neither hole is for that use, for a few minutes.

Her anal rapist starts to tense up ready to come. His thrust start to come faster and faster as he uses her tight anus. Rom use his free hand to pinch Natasha's nose and jams his cock as far in her throat as he can. The thug in her ass explodes in orgasm, thrusting to balls as he dumps his load deep in Natasha's raped ass, as Rom chokes her on his cock.
 
I squirm best I can and whimper through the cock gag as I feel the thug guard unload into my once virgin ass full load of cum as he continues to pump until he goes soft. You continue to rape my mouth as you feel my suction and warm mouth making you hard as I feel your cock go from hitting side if jaw to back of my throat. The thug chuckles as he pulls out at the sight of my talk slender 5"10 frame bent over the table. My long nylon clad legs in heels weak now from the assault
 
Rom pulls his wet cock out of Natasha's well fucked face. He repeatedly slaps it against her face.

"Good whore! Now we are having fun," he laughs, "Can't let my boys miss out, eh? That wouldn't be nice."

The goon behind her wipes his cock off on her torn pantyhose, puts it away and leaves. Immediately his partner steps in compartment. Natasha slumps to floor, her legs weak from assault, as Rom takes his gun away from her head.

Taking Natasha by hair, Rom looks at her and says, " I do hope your ass is nice and ready now."

Forcibly turning her head to face second goon, as he exposes himself. His cock is monstrous. Thicker than Natasha's wrist and almost as long as her lower arm. Goon looks down on Natasha and smiles evilly.

Rom bums cigarette from his bodyguard and goes to window to smoke it, as bodyguard puts Natasha face down on floor. Picture is incongruous. Rom sneaking cigarette in non-smoking public train while his bodyguard violates ass of girl on floor.
 
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I squirm a bit and wince at his size but easily held down and no effort to muster a scream. This is farther then what I had expected but I keep telling myself hang on it will be worth it as the goon comments on my long tight body as I can feel him not lasting long as he thrusts hard driving me into floor of compartment
 
Rom Tephov's bodyguard is blowing his load in Natasha's raped ass just as Rom finishes his illicit smoke. The bodyguard stands up and returns to his post outside the compartment.

Rom looks down on Natasha. She has curled into fetal position, whimpering still. Her tied hands moves to her anus, gently she rubs her asshole trying to soothe fire in her anus. Whimper and shudder that seems to end in her ass causes her to spasm. Slight trickle of cum oozes from her slightly gaping butthole.

Ringtone sounds from Rom's coat pocket. He picks up and answers military grade satellite phone.

"Yes... Ah Dimitry...Yes, I have money. One hundred and fifty million in bearer bonds... Yes... No, ships are already at sea. With all arms you and Joseph could ever want," he says.

Still talking on sat phone, Rom uses his boot to flip Natasha on her back. Kicking her legs apart he kneels between them. He slaps her thighs hard as she tries to close them.

"No one would ever stop one of our Russian friends ships. Not carrying reconstruction equipment and humanitarian aid," he laughs.

Absentmindedly he fondles Natasha's cunt. He strokes it and gently rubs her lips.

"... Our little surprise we have, should halt any attack on Trony but unless those ships get here we will not have enough ammunition to carry fight back to the west... Yes, you are correct. Those ships will not pass into our waters until payment in full is received," he continues as he caresses Natasha's pussy, "We are about an hour from city. We will leave train last. Joseph's regulars can secure and close off rail station."

Rom slips two fingers in Natasha. Her cunt betrays her. She is very wet. Moving his fingers he fucks Natasha.

"Then it will be my privilege to show our glorious defence and finance ministers five T-80 tanks our friends so kindly advanced us. West has nothing that can stop them. Our guns will stop their attack and then counter attack across the bridge. It will be fucking glorious! My men will crush them," he brags.

Thought of heavy shells falling amidst surprised Western troops and crushing them under heavy tank treads gets him going. Rom fucks Natasha's cunt with his two fingers harder and harder as he speaks.

Looking at Natasha, he says into the phone, "And I have little bonus too. Picked it up on train... Ah, you know me too well Dimitry... Redhead... Not bad, too skinny for me, nice tits...Of course fair complexion... No, no, this time this one will be free of charge. She says she is patriot. It will be her patriotic duty... Okay, see you in an hour."

Taking his fingers out of Natasha he tosses phone on bed and crawls on top of Natasha. With a hard shove he thrusts his cock deep inside her. Grabbing her titties he uses her.
 
I bite my lower lip half pain and half pleasure as you drill my hairless pussy mercilessly. My pussy is so wet fusing sounds can be heard. Instinct takes over ands I wrap my long 40" long legs around your waist as you pump me. The thrusts are violent but part of me likes your rough bold nature as I hope to find ways for you to ease up and maybe gain your trust.
 
Tephov fucks the whore underneath him. Her sopping wet cunt confirms that at heart, Natasha is a whore. Or a masochistic slut. Anally and facial raped, she responds with soaking wet pussy for the cock.

Taking one hand from Natasha's tits, Rom turns her head to the side and pins it there. The other hand squeezes and slaps her tits and abuses her nipples.

"Whore! Welcome... to... the... first... day... of... the... rest... of... your... life," he grunts out, punctuating each word with a brutal full length thrust of his cock.

Rom shortens his strokes, using the tight entrance to her cunt.

"Oh, fuck yes! Fucking whore!" he growls.

Rom grits his teeth and closes his eyes. His cock rock hard, the head swollen and huge, fucks in and out of Natasha's squishing cunt.
 
I try to push you off so your not so rough but one of your bodyguards takes my arms and pins them above my head. "No one touches Mr. Tephov unless he allows it. Enjoy the fact he wants your body and be a patriot" you so compliment my long 40" long nylon clad legs as I whimper half in shock of your bold aggression and half turned on by it as you thick cock pumps my tight hairless pussy. I am in deep now and realize I must go all out to bring down Eastern Bosha and it's leaders and supporters by any means necessary.
 
Slamming his cock fully into Natasha, Rom blows his load in her soaking wet well raped cunt. Climbing to his feet he drags Natasha to her knees.

"Clean my cock off," he demands and shoves his wet cum covered cock in her mouth.

He lets her suck him clean for a few seconds then tosses her aside. He puts his cock away and throws Natasha's skirt and blouse sans buttons at her.

"Get dressed. There is a sink and a toilet in there," he says indicating the private facilities, "Clean yourself up. Stay there till I say."

Turning his back on her he opens the second bunk and pulls down the heavy cases and automatic weapons. Just because he likes to look at so much money, he opens the cases to bask in the view of one hundred and fifty million in bearer bonds.

Closing up the cases he opens the compartment door and talks to his bodyguard. Who informs him they are forty-five minutes out. His bodyguard joins him at playing cards until then. The second guard waits outside the door until the train enters the station. When the train comes to a halt, Rom bangs on the toilet door.

"Get out here," he demands.
 
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OOC add to last post time for me to come out then I'll edit this post
 
I open door in my short pleated skirt, dark brown pantyhose with hole in crotch. Heels and blouse which, due to "sans" button look is like an open robe. "Yes Mr. Tephov" I say softly. "What will we do now sir" I ask wondering what next destination will be.
 
Tephov likes the change in attitude.

"We are going to meet Defence and Finance Ministers. They will like you. Be nice to them. Then we will go inspect my soldiers and nice trap we have set for west. You will like my men too," he informs her, "And tie up your blouse."

Armed to teeth Rom and his bodyguards leave train. Bodyguards carry suitcase apiece and machinegun. Rom takes Natasha by the upper arm and steers her along, a machinegun in his other hand. There is moment of hesitation as troops boarding the train meet Rom's party. Rom actually steers Natasha in front of him, between him and the soldiers.

"Colonel Tephov?" young officer asks, "Please follow us. The ministers are waiting for you."

The young officer looks Natasha up and down.

"I was informed there would be three of you."

"Then you were informed wrong. She is with me," Rom coldly states.

The young officer quails at the cold tone.

"Yes sir. I must be wrongly informed. Of course she is with you."

Escorted off train Natasha, Rom and his thugs are led to parking lot area. Limousine, couple of heavy army trucks and Russian BTR armoured personnel carrier fill the lot. Two men greet Rom. One is dressed in plain military garb. He is shorter thin individual with pasty skin and lanky oily hair. The other is short, fat and sweaty individual in bad suit.

Rom and two men greet as old friends. Shaking hands and giving hugs.

"Joseph, Dimitry, Good to see you. I have your funds and little bonus," he says indicating suitcases and Natasha.

Two men openly ogle her.

Fat one says, "Yeah, I can see now she is not your type. To skinny, to long legged. Beautiful, nice tits though."

"Still dreaming of the peasant girl, eh Rom?" uniformed man says.

Rom laughs, "A man can dream."

Getting down to business, Rom asks, "Do you have my money? My finders fee. Fifteen million US dollars."

"We have it. But not here. There is problem with time locks on bank safe. It will be eight hours before we can get you your money," Dimitry the fat Finance Minister says.

Rom tightens his grip hard on Natasha's arm and his weapon. Hearing word bodyguard allows weapon to drop on sling and pulls out hand grenade.

"Then you will get your bonds in eight hours," Rom categorically tells them.
 
I see them staring at my long nylon clad legs and bare toned stomach as my blouse is tied at my naval. I grit my teeth wanting to take their heads off for all their "perverted" sexist comments about my legs and breasts but I just flash a smile to keep my cover. I take in all I see and listen to their talk to serif my spy skills can detect any "tells", like a poker player would have, to tip me off to any weaknesses they may have for my advantage.

They just seem to marvel at my 5'10 frame and my super long nylon clad legs as you become more cross with their incompetent behavior for your deal.
 
Tension in area suddenly becomes palatable. Young officer puts his hand on his sidearm. Rom's thug responds by pulling the pin on grenade. Surrounding soldiers bring their weapons to bear on Rom's group. Rom's second henchman points the barrel of his machinegun in the direction of the Defence and Finance Ministers.

"All you will have is smoking pile of ash unless you order your men to lower their guns," growls Rom, "The bonds stay with me until I get my fee."

The Finance Minister, Dimitry, holds out his arms. "Please, please. Lower your guns. This is just misunderstanding. We can work this out," he pleads.

The uniformed Joseph looks at Rom, then at live grenade in Rom's henchman's hand. "Put up your weapons," he orders his soldiers. "Just misunderstanding."

"Take suitcases to carrier," Rom orders his men. They carry both heavy suitcases to BTR armoured personnel carrier. Neither takes his eye of the surrounding uniformed troops. Crewman inside opens side doors and bodyguards enter with money. Doors close again.

Rom relaxes his grip on Natasha's arm and his gun. "Deal is deal. You can have your one hundred and fifty million in bonds when I get my fifteen million in US dollars. Eight hours, eh? Come old friends, let us go see our little surprise. See what only a small portion of your money bought. We will take my BTR," he says sounding quite friendly, "Natasha can get to know both of you during the drive there. She is very accommodating girl."
 
I use my knowledge of the Eastern half of Bosha to join in on their conversation. For the most part they don't even look me in the eyes as they are seemingly mesmerized by long nylon clad legs. "What is best way to bring down West" I ask one of them as I flash a warm smile to gain friendship. I must be careful to not blow cover by asking too much but I need best route to figure what their next plans are going to be.
 
Conversation stops as Natasha speaks. Ministers Dimitry and Joseph look her up and down. Rom laughs.

"Natasha is reporter," he says, "If she plays nice, I told her she would get to meet important people in government."

"Reporter!" the Defence Minister erupts, "You brought reporter?"

Rom laughs, "What matter? When we have done deal. I will give her to you. Deal with her as you want."

Using the barrel of his machinegun he raises Natasha's skirt front.

"Until then her cunt is mine," he says.

"Come. Bring two men apiece. You can keep your eye on the bonds. And your hands on Natasha."

Towing Natasha along he strides to eight wheeled armoured transport. Side doors open as he approaches. Signalling four heavily armed soldiers Eastern government figures follow. Rom turns right and sits in vehicle commanders chair. He passes Natasha off to his two thugs. She is pushed to her knees on tarp folded in center aisle as the four soldiers and officials pile in. They take seats along center aisle on either side of Natasha.

With roar of the engines, the transporter begins to move. The two Ministers both stare at Natasha. Their four guards, smirk and glance at her. Rom's thugs laugh at Natasha.
 
I compose myself as they make lewd comments on my legs and body. My skills would easily allow me to take out these low level thugs before they knew what hit them. However I must bide my time because this Rom fellow and the upper half of Eastern Bosha are the ones I am after if the West is to prevail. I go to get off knees in the midst of them as I try to engage them in conversation but they don't see me as their equal yet.
 
Two soldiers put their hands on Natasha's shoulders and push her back down again. Other two orientate their weapons on her. Joseph, Defence Minister, reaches out and strokes her hair. Taking her lower jaw in his hand he pulls Natasha's face towards himself.

"So you want to be friends? You wish to join our group of patriots, do you?" he asks her. His breathe is rank.

From across the aisle from Joseph, Dimitry, the fat one reaches out and grabs a handful of Natasha's tit and squeezes.

Rom catnaps in the forward area. His two thugs start a card game on the floor between them. The four uniformed soldiers leer at Natasha, as the two fascist politicians begin to play with her.
 
I flash him a half smile and fake a small laugh. " more comrades from Eastern side would be good". I ignore the urge to snap his neck right there. I could easily take these fools out before you awake but I hold back as this is best shot to see the Eastern leaders and learn their routines to plot
Talking them out.

"Playing nice " I say or the one foundling me "like what you feel?"
 
"Very much so," says the fat bloated one with his hand on your tit.

The Eastern government Defence Minister undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. It's a tiny one. Moving his hand to the back of Natasha's head he pulls her mouth down on his small erect penis. The fascist thug lacks most morals and manners. Good hygiene included.

The fat bastard manoeuvers Natasha's hips around so he can access her ass. He sticks two dry fingers up her raped ass.
 
I wince through the cock gag as I feel the fingers inserted into me. Even fully erect the cock is a tiny one. Within seconds he is ready to explode. I try to pull head off but he grips my hair tighter and says " swallow patriot whore". After he is done. He releases me and the guy fingering me stops his playing to gage my interest. I almost gag from the salty load shot down my throat.

I compose myself and in a quick series of moves knock them out. As we get to destination. You see me fixing clothes and them out. You ask what happened I say " they umm spoke bad of Mr. Tephov and Natasha cannot allow that sir". Hoping you bought my lie and showing my skills would impress you so I can infiltrate higher military ranks to get better shot at Eastern leaders.
 
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