It was the end of the very hard day and now it was time for the daily walk through the crowded streets to the subway for the ride home.

She was deep in her own thoughts and was not aware of other people not even the young man following her. Turning each corner as she did day after day, walking down the stairs of the subway, depositing her token and walking to the platform to meet the train. She was in her own world with little recognition of what was happening around her.

As usual the subway was full.

He was right next to her and she had no awareness of his presence. The subway started and people lurched backward and forward. She was being pressed from three sides.

It wasn't the first time. It was hot and sticky. Why did she persists and living in the city.

Gradually she became aware of a touch. Ever so lightly, the unmistakable brief touch of a hand on her hip. Then it was there again and she was sure.

Her position prevented her from seeing the hand but she knew it was there. She tried to look at the one she suspected but he was staring away from her. She accidentally caught the eye of a man to her side he looked down to the area she could not view. She knew he was looking at the other man's hand on her hip. He smiled and continued looking, now sharing his attention with the newspaper in his left hand. It was so crowded. The subway stopped, and with some relief she expected people to leave giving her more room and maybe a chance to move from the hand that seemed to be getting more insistent with its touches. To her surprise more people got in than out. It was incredible, she really felt like she was being crushed. Trapped in this position her purse slipped off her shoulder but as crowded as it was she could not even bend to pick it up. Her predicament seemed a que to the hand. It got boulder. She tired to speak but the screeching of the train wheels as it rounded a curve drowned her voice out.

The hand squeezed, slowly inching up the material of her dress. She knew what was happening because the front of her dress, although lower then the back, was on it's way up as well. Another two inches and she wondered if the lacy tops of her thigh high stockings would be in plain view of anyone who cared to look. But who could, it was too crowded for anyone to see except those directly around her. That is when she realized that she was not only surrounded and crushed by the bodies on the train, but they were all men and they easily towered her by a foot or more. She had been moved by the last influx of people next to the door separating the trains.

She looked to see an occasional glance from men and women in the other car. Somehow she now realized that the man with the newspaper turned all his attention to her.

They towered over her and she could not see anyone else on the subway. Without communication it seemed to become silently obvious to the men around her, now four, of her helpless position that she was captive to the crowd, the noise and their attention. Without a word of coordination she was definitely maneuvered a couple of feet to her left to stand against the window of the door between the cars. The men formed a wall between her and the other people on the train she turned again and saw people in the other car occasionally looking her way. The train curved sharply to the right gently swaying her into the arms of one of the men. When the train straightened he did not let go. The man behind her began rubbing her soft place. The thin material of the dress made it feel like his hand was on her skin. Frightened and repelled it oddly felt good.

She was restrained by the pressure the bodies around her. She felt helpless to prevent what was happening. It seemed like a dream. Why not enjoy the attention of these men, what could possibly happen on the subway during rush hour. She tried to move but was held tight, hands now rubbing her back.

She tried to speak but because of the noise it seem only that her mouth moved. The hands on her back started the zipper of her dress on a long ride down to the middle of her soft place.

The next things she felt were the hands on her bare back and soft place. God it felt good.

Anticipating her panic her hands were now restrained at her side. She wanted to resist but could not. The dress was now being slipped from her shoulders she panicked again. The dress was then pulled tightly from either side. It stopped because it was too tight around her shoulders. The pull from each side became stronger. The dress began to rip at the V of the bodice. Silently it parted to the hemline.

She looked back through the window of the door and now the people in the next car had their attention focused on her. This simply could not be happening. Her dress was now ripped in half lying at her feet. She was beneath the biggest city in the world in a subway car almost naked surrounded and harassed by four or five man. Her mind reeled she did not know at that moment who were or how many men were there.

Almost simultaneously they all took out their manhoodes. The unmistakable rigidness of each mans manhood made an indentation on some area of her body.

The man behind her had it resting in the crack of Her soft place with the thong strap of her Panties pushed to one side. He did not seem to want to stick it in her he just kept moving it back and forth as he stroked her back, soft place and breasts. The others stared, touched her and stroked themselves. The tug on the strap of her thong became tighter. It snapped and dissapered. She was so wet! With the next gentle glide of the manhood across the crack of her soft place it stopped at her warmth and easily slipped in. The rhythm did not change and it felt so good. Turning her head to the left she saw her profile reflected in the door window, then refocused and saw them watching from the other car, Humiliation, lust and fear overtook her. She closed her eyes and flung her head back, her first orgasm beginning to make its presence known.

Her eyes closed tighter and with the unexpected feeling of the second manhood entering her love she climaxed. It was strong, wave-like and prolonged.

She was unaware that ever stitch of her clothing except her shoes had been removed. Her soft place was refilled after the pumping of the first manhood stopped the pause caused small rivulets of cum to trickle down her leg. Her captors now breathing hard and pumping faster energized her. She was just beginning the next orgasm when the hot, sticky cum began to hit her. Face, chest legs and back. She came again, this time with a very intensely. The train came to a stop. All the men zipped up turned and left. Before she knew what was happening, she was left alone totally naked with her purse and dress which was essentially into pieces on the floor. She looked up and the curious eyes when back to their newspapers. She bent, grabbed her purse and remains of her red dress and walked off the train. What a city!