Your answer seems to amuse the conductor. "I see," she says, her voice devoid of emotion. "Well, I suppose we can arrange that." She motions for you to follow her out of the room and back onto the train. As you walk down the aisle between the seats, the other girls whisper and point at you, their eyes filled with lust and hunger.

The conductor leads you to an empty car at the end of the train, where she instructs you to undress again. "This time,"

"this time, we'll make sure you get some variety." The conductor smiles wickedly as she opens the doors to reveal the entire group of women waiting to take turns riding you once more.

*As the humiliation reaches a fever pitch, you're left with only one choice: surrender or endure their torment until they decide to let you go. The latter option seems increasingly unlikely as the girls grow more and more brazen in their assault on your body.

The mean girl glances out the window, noting that there's still a few stops left before you reach home. She grins wickedly and whispers in your ear

"You should be thanking us for giving you such a hard-on, cutie. Maybe when we let you go, you'll remember this ride fondly."

With that, she begins to stroke your cock through your pants, matching the movements of another girl who is still massaging your prostate from behind.

As hours pass, the train slows down and eventually comes to a stop. The girls have already abandoned you for other amusements along the way, leaving you all alone in your own filth and shame. You try to pull yourself together, but every time you look at your pathetic little dicklet, all hope seems to drain away again.

Eventually, the train door slides open and a lone figure walks inside. It's Arshia, looking worse for wear himself after being tossed off by the mean girls earlier.

You watch as Arshia takes a seat across from you, his gaze fixed on something outside the window. "So," he mutters after a while, "you're still here." There's no trace of sympathy in his voice. In fact, it almost sounds like he's proud of what happened to you.

"Just leave me alone," you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. You can feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes again.

But Arshia just laughs. "No fun in that,"

Finally mustering up enough courage, you manage to stand shakily and climb out of the train. As you step off the platform and into the bustling station, a realization washes over you: there's no going back now. The girls on that train have marked you as theirs, and they won't hesitate to come after you if you try to run again.

With a heavy heart, you begin to make your way through the crowd, constantly glancing over your shoulder in paranoia.

You sprint down the street, weaving in and out of pedestrians as fast as you can. Your heart is pounding in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You have no idea where to go or what to do, but you know one thing for certain: you cannot go back to the all-girl train.

As you round a corner, you duck into an alleyway and collapse against a dumpster, trying to catch your breath.