Wrong station (Patreon)

The loud knocks of the train on the tracks sound through every corner of the carriage. There's a constant, low-key rumble and rattle. But even this isn't enough to drown out the voices of the four guys loudly playing cards and joking together. The carriage is pretty empty at 8 pm on a Monday, so their voices sound especially loud.

She keeps her head facing forward, but from time to time looks towards the four guys with a nervous, fearful gaze. Her breasts, covered only by a thin, tight-fitting top, shake slightly with the movement of the train. They look as if they'll bounce out of the top if she makes a sudden movement, so she carefully adjusts the fabric around her chest.

"You wanna join us? How about it, miss?"

She quickly looked away as her eyes met one of the guy's. 'Damn it! This is getting more dangerous every second! What am I supposed to do now?' She thought, and felt a cold chill run down her spine. Her nipples hardened, pressing against her thin shirt. 'I getting wet... down there!' she thought, as she looked down and crossed her legs.

"Miss? Are you deaf or something? Do you want to join us?"

"Y-yes..." she answered with a small voice. In fact, this behavior was not at all typical for her, since normally, she is a rich, powerful man, the boss of a large company who is used to getting whatever she wants - Charles Luton, the most famous businessman in England. Charles found the medallion during a trip to South Africa and quickly undrestand how it worked. Since then, he transformed into any person he wanted. But from time to time he loved the sensation of being a helpless girl and being adrenalin addicted, he began to use it with less and less caution, adding more and more risk.

'Damn! Am I really going to do this?' She thought and, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, stood up. Her breasts jiggled from the movement and she tried to calm her heart down. 'This is looks really fun. Why am I so nervous? I'm Charles Luton after all. I can do anything. It's justy a game.' she told herself and walked over to the men.

"So, what's your name?" asked a dark-haired, short guy.

"Charl... I mean, Charlotte." she corrected herself. 'Why did I nearly say my real name? Stupid. But If they steal my medallion while I'm like this, I'd be a woman forever! And I don't want that. Maybe I should keep my distance...'

"Nice tits, Charlotte!" the black guy said. He was tall and muscled, with a bald head and a scar on his face. "Can I have a feel?" he grinned widely, revealing his white teeth.

"S-sure, go ahead," she muttered quietly, looking at the floor, feeling her pussy get even wetter. 'Shit, I'm actually enjoying this. This is the most erotic experience of my life!' she thought, biting her lip. 'In the end, even if they do something, the main thing is that they don't take the medallion. Damn, it's so exciting...'

"You heard her!" he said, and laughed. His hands grabbed her large breasts roughly, and then squeezed them firmly as his fingers dug into the flesh. "They're nice and soft!" he laughed and then squeezed the nipples, stretching them out and twisting them.

"Aah, aaah!" she moaned, surprised at how loud she was getting. Her pussy was leaking like a faucet, and her whole body was trembling. 'This is crazy!' she thought, feeling the waves of pleasure coming from her breasts.

"Damn, you're a real slut, huh?" the black guy asked, looking at her lustily. "Let me see that pussy."

"Wait, please, stop," she whispered, looking around the train car. 'It's fine. Nobody is here except for the five of us. We're alone here.' She thought and then, looking down at the ground, spread her legs, letting the man reach her soaked crotch.

"Holy shit, she's soaking wet! Hey, guys, come see this!" he said, laughing and showing the other three her dripping crotch. The girl could only stare at the floor. She could feel the shame and humiliation in her head. The train stopped this minute.

"Looks like our stop," a guy with a red beard and long, wavy hair said, as the train doors opened "Come with us." he said, grabbing the girl by the wrist and leading her to the platform.

"W-wait! Let me go!" she yelled, realizing what was going on. 'Damn, my guards must have been waiting for me at the next station! What do I do?' She thought, desperately trying to get back to the train, but the red-bearded guy was too strong.

"What a noisy bitch!" the short, dark-haired guy said, slapping her ass with the back of his hand, "Just shut up and come with us!"

"I'm not going with you, bastards! I'm calling the police!" the girl screamed, looking back and seeing the train depart. "Help me, someone!" she shouted, hoping to be heard.

"Nobody will hear you, slut!" the dark-haired guy yelled, pushing the girl towards a parked van. "Get in!" he demanded.