A slim, gloved hand slapped her face twice, left and right, to startle her back awake. She yelped and gasped in surprise, then violently wretched a stream of curdled cum. Her bleary eyes barely registered her subordinate as she puked half-digested semen across her tits, but her world snapped back to sharp focus at the sudden pain in her arms, in her scalp. Powerful arms had hers twisted sharply up behind her back, her fingers could feel her own hair, the back of her head, her shoulders felt like they were about to tear, and thick fingers were holding her hair tight, forcing her head up and pointing it where it wanted her to look.

"... Ew. Mister, perhaps she should need to clean this herself..." her subordinate said, her usually soft and cowed voice strong and musical. She had a moment to think it sounded very pretty, before the rough hands forced her face against those wobbling, puke-covered tits. She sobbed weakly, and started licking, gulping, slurping up the foul, curdling, bile-mixed cum she had puked across them moments ago.

The Asian tsked, and let her struggle for a moment, before stepping back again. "These are ruined..." she snorted, opening the two buttons of her uniform blazer, peeling it off, twisting the sleeves inside out to try and contain the mess. The Redhead snuffled as The Blonde arrived with the big fluffy white towels, dipping one in a crystal bowl of warm water, cleaning The Asian lovingly as she peeled off and discarded her coat, her gloves, her skirt. She tsked, and tossed away her hat as well, letting out a sigh as she stood in just her blue heels, stockings and garter belt, The Blonde rubbing and wetting and kissing and wiping lovingly all over her olive skin, polishing The Asian to a shiny gloss. "You're right, you know... She DOES ruin everything." Her subordinate stroked The Blonde's hair as she settled on one thick brown nipple, caressing her golden locks as The Blonde's warm lips and tongue luxuriated on that fat brown teat.

She sighed blissfully, then giggled... Then gave a different sigh as those brown eyes swiveled to glare at The Redhead. "Our guests have greatly enjoyed your body... But they certainly haven't enjoyed YOU. So I agree with them- Ah~!"

The Blonde had pulled away from The Asian's breast, lips leaving brown teat with a loud, wet *pop*. "You ruined our ride, miss, so we'll be ruining YOU."

The iron grip of her captor's arms forced her down, and she could feel his raging erection between her asscheeks. She let out a grunt and a cry of pain as he pulled her hair, felt the grinding in her straining shoulders- Then sucked in a horrified gasp as she felt his massive cock force its way up into her asshole. Her own throatslime was still lubricating his cock, but he was too big for her tight, unviolated anus, and she screamed as she felt her insides tearing open.

She screeched and wailed at the pain, as he violated her anus and reduced it to a bloody torn fuckhole, sobbing and wailing as his painful grip in her hair pulled her head aside to lovingly lick and kiss and nuzzle her neck, then dropped her head as he kept fucking the ruined hole torn in her flesh, sobbing weakly as she felt the blood dribbling down her legs.

"Soon, Mister, we're almost there..." said The Asian, and the Redhead let out a yelp, lifting her head as Yhe Blonde and her betrayer fiercely pinched her little nipples, hauling her bloated, silicone-packed tits high. Her face twisted in rage, and she was gathering bile in her mouth to spit in The Asian's face, when a searing heat flashed up across her chest. She gasped, sucking the mouthful of spit down into her burning lungs, but couldn't cough or gasp. Her head just turned to look toward The Blonde.

There was a sliver of a ruined face reflected in a silvery gleaming blade, its surface smeared with blood. It was her own ruined, semen-caked face, she distantly realized, as she looked past the falling knife to the contented, smiling face of The Blonde, lightly spattered with blood and holding up a big, wobbly bag of skin, the open end towards her bloody and ragged, with a clear wobbly ball starting to slip out of the torn meat.

She looked back to the stern face of The Asian in time to see the knife flick up again, a spatter of blood spraying up over her features as they softened into a contented smile, almost giggling as the Redhead felt unbalanced without her massive tits. She felt The Man's hand let her weak and useless arms go, reaching around her frail torso, narrow and weak without the monstrous tits to disguise its small size, and-

She screamed as his left hand sunk its strong fingers deep between her ribs on the right side of her chest, grappling hold of her by her very bones, holding her up as his monster cock flooded wet stinging heat into the torn meat that was once her bowels. In her panic she vaguely recognized the Blonde and The Asian holding her ruined tits by the nipples, swinging them gently to jostle her expensive implants out onto a silver platter on one of the service stands. They gleamed pink as her blood quickly fled the wobbling bags, their unnatural surface repelling her gore to stand gleaming and pristine in a soup of blood.

The Blonde accepted the second emptied breast, holding up the sad limp empty bags of flesh as The Asian knelt and worked quickly at the door controls. In the back of her head she knew alarms should wail and the train should brake violently, but somehow the door slid open wide as the violent slipstream rushed into the car, and the train raced along unimpeded.

"THIRTY SECONDS!" yelled The Asian, clutching to a handle for dear life, battered by the violent winds, but her grin was wild and manic. She saw The Blonde toss her empty fleshbags that had been her severed tits out the door before kicking herself back and crawling away from the sucking opening, giggling excitedly as she watched with erotic fascination.

The Man shifted his hold on her, unrolling her from his bearhug to let her hang face-up from his bloody grasp in her ribs. His face was dark and ice cold as his right hand neatly set the knife back in the flat wooden box, gently closing it to cut off the golden glow from inside, then violently ramming tge fingers of his right hand between the ribs of her opened left chest. She felt him shudder and saw a flash of pleasure on his face as his fingers touched her heart, felt her thunderous panicked pulse, his cock expanding to full rigid erection inside the ruined hole that had been her anus.

"TWENTY!" yelled The Asian, and The Man stepped up to the door. The wind slapped her hard in the face, and she tried to gasp, the forgotten wad of spit in her throat choking her again. She wretched violently and emptied her stomach of her meal of semem, spraying in a sickening mist that swirled in the turbulence around her head, coating her head in her own puke even as it ripped her long red hair from her scalp in little bloody clumps. Her arms were numb while her shoulders were raging fire, she felt one arm whipping violently against her back, bending in places there shouldn't be joints, her bones grinding where her shoulder had dislocated. Then with a wet tearing sound, it was gone.

She struggled in the wind as The Man bounced her, somehow holding his ground in the maelstrom, still fucking the ruined hole that been her ass. Dazedly, she turned her head to look forward, where the train was going, and managed the first bit of a scream.

It seemed like so much time to study the steel pole, its shiny grey metal surface, pick out the stippling of the chemical treatment that kept it immune to things like rust and filth, watched it grow as it approached her face. She could study where a shallow concave indentation had been hammered into its side from repeated use, the fan of black and brown and red of blood and bits of decaying flesh sprayed up and down from the well-used impact point.

She spent such a long time watching it as it came slowly closer, there seemed like so much time to do so many things, but she was so slow herself now.

And then it raced the last few inches toward her eyes, and there was nothing more.

He took a half step back, hauling the ruined corpse upright as he leaned back, the bottom jaw and tongue still attached and flailing. There was still a stump of grey matter, the reflexive lizard reactions making her legs flail and clutch at his hips, the ragged stumps where her arms had been ripped away flailing as her corpse eagerly fucked itself against his hips, bleeding eagerly in its last reflexive convulsions as he grunted and let out a wordless blissful sigh as shit and blood and torn flesh mixed with his copious semen. He smiled, held her up for a moment more, then glanced out the doors at the rushing scenery. He hurled the ruined, used meat out the door, and it crashed against a row of old, sturdy trees, breaking apart against the ancient wood and tumbling messily into the festering pile of discarded bodies.

The Asian tapped the buttons, and the hurricane inside the railcar instantly quieted. He smiled as the two women fell back and laughed gleefully, closed his eyes and luxuriated in the job well done, the joy that filled his girls at the release, at the correction.

... His girls. Hm.

"Oh wow... What a mess." The Blonde giggled as she looked around, the once luxurious railcar a ruin, furniture smashed and torn, a fine mist of blood and gore sprayed all over everything. The silence was deafening, but The Asian flopped to the floor and laughed with glee, long and loud and real, of freedom and release. He listened to her, felt her joy. She was real, he decided.

He'd make one more correction today.

She giggled as she raised one leg high, wiggling her toes through the shredded blue fabric of her stockings. "I think it sucked out my shoes, too... And my whole uniform." She pouted a bit. "Those are expensive, and they're all serialized..."

They felt a shift in the car, heard a faint tinkle of destruction subtly shifting and resettling.


"Oh... We're starting to slow. We only have ten minutes to clean up..." The Asian said.

The Blonde giggled as she caught The Asian's hand, pulling her up to her feet, tearing away the last shreds of her stockings and garter belt, and tossing them into the wreckage. "Ohhh, don't worry, sweetie..." she purred, slipping behind The Asian and kneading her big breasts hard, feeling taut, firm flesh all the way to her ribs. "Mister can ABSOLUTELY stretch a shower out to ten minutes..."
The train slid to a ssilent stop at the opulent city station, an army of cleaning crew at the ready, scanning the mess smeared down the side of the railcars. The sheer speed made their job easier, most of the time, leaving just the thin film of gore to wash away.

The door to the frontmost luxury car sighed open, and The Gentleman adjusted his tie. He stood still as The Blonde and The Asian jumped when the battered chandelier crashed to the floor behind them.

The sheer speed of the train made the cleaning crew's job easy... most of the time.

"Oh no, he's very big, but she used to make ME do all the anal work... Oh, you make an overworked lady feel tight and new again," The Asian was giggling.

He rubbed the gleaming-clean cheek of The Blonde with his thumb, looking down at her happy face, draped in her transparent yellow dress again. "Ohhh, I was lucky I got loosened up by a couple professors before that beach party... I might've popped like that one girl we had to mince down to hamburger."

They sighed as they stepped down onto the platform, their stewardess shiny and clean, nude but for a pair of gleaming golden heels she'd borrowed from her guests. Perfectly her size, but it came from the little wooden box of mystery, so she didn't think too much of it at all. She bowed low to her guests. "I fear our time together is over, and while I hope the rail line has satisfied all your desires, I fear mine shall forever be unfulfilled, for now we must part ways. I deeply desire to meet you again on some future journey."

The Blonde tittered behind her hand as The Gentleman smiled, then looked over The Asian with judgemental eyes. The stewardess gasped as he caught her wrist in an iron grip.

"Oh, sweetie!" The Blonde purred. "Didn't you check the terms of the ticket? 'The bodies of the Stewardesses are at the complete disposal of the Guests. If a Stewardess cannot be returned to service at the end of the journey..."

She leaned in close, purring in The Asian's ear as The Gentleman pulled her tight against his chest. She held up the box, a golden gleam inside as he pulled out the knife, and slowly, lightly, lovingly trailed the razor edge against her skin. Backwards, so she could feel the sharpness without it taking a bite.

"If a Stewardess cannot be returned to service..." The blond cooed.

"Th... The g-g-Guest is, is en, en-en-encouraged to Dispose of th-th-the stststStewardess in, in, in whatever manner they desire-!" The Asian gasped, quaking in terror as the blade brushed down over her flat tummy. She whimpered faintly as it hovered just above her pussy, her cunt still dripping and painted with The Blonde's lipstick from where they couldn't contain themselves after the lengthy shower.

He hovered the blade there, watching her belly fill and collapse from her terrified hyperventilation. Eyes across the platform looked over, then averted when she let out a terrified wail when he touched the cold flat of the blade against her throbbing, lipstick-smeared brown clit.

She nearly fainted when the razor edge touched her skin, felt it glide across her flesh... and let out a confused little noise when he took it away.

Her belly was intact, her vulva entirely unblemished. The Blonde lightly caressed her spasming cunt, trailing over slick skin without even a hint of stubble. He brought the blade up, showing her her own hair resting on the blade, still mostly intact where it had been trimmed and sculpted and dyed into the rail line's logo, marking her as company property.

He tipped the blade, letting the hair catch and blow away in the wind. The Blonde caught the glint of blinking red as the tiny rice-grain sized chip fell to the platform. There was a glassy crunch and a tiny puff of smoke as she ground it out under her shoe.

"There's nothing left marking you as company property now, miss..." The Blonde purred, before ducking in close. She didn't kiss her lips, instead kissing and sucking at The Asian's throat, nibbling lightly and licking up under her jaw.

The Asian managed just a few confused noises, almost missing the thump of the discarded wooden box hitting the platform. Open and empty, the red velvet had no glow to hide. It was the gleam of gold as The Blonde pulled back, and snapped a wide band of gold around The Asian's neck, giggling as the sturdy gold chain rattled through her fingers.

The Blonde giggled and squealed as she pranced back a step, dancing in a happy little twirl before prancing back to catch The Pet's leash, pulling her in for a firm kiss. "Eeeee, I always wanted my own pet! Oooh, we're going to have SO MUCH SEX, you know...!" Her giggles nearly rose higher than human hearing in her excitement, before The Gentleman's strong hand caught her wrist.

He settled The Blonde and The Pet against his sides, his hands slipped under their arms, hands firmly, lovingly kneading their heavy tits. The Pet's head swam in confusion, but that confident hand posessing her breast slowly muted all the arguments, filling her head with a nice pink haze. "... Lots of sex...?" She asked quietly, hugging his arm.

He smiled down at her and nodded, and hugged her a little more when she curled in against his side.

There was a sharp clack-clack-clack of heels approaching, a stern looking woman with a clipboard striding toward them with intent. "Now, who will be reimburs-"

He rolled his eyes, and let go of The Blonde's breast long enough to discard his knife, a sharp whistle as it flew through the air and sunk handle-deep in the angry woman's throat, the bloody blade bursting through the back of her neck. She dropped her clipboard and fell to her knees in the clatter of loose pearls scattering across the platform, the string of her necklace bisected by the blade. The Gentleman, The Blonde and their new Pet strolled away contentedly as the overworked cleaners sighed, dragged the spasming, choking body of the accountant into the ruined luxury car, stuck a cross of caution tape across the door, and marked it in the system as a writeoff to be shredded.

The Gentleman held The Pet's hands, gently kissing the back of her fingers, and hugged The Blonde tighter. The accountant didn't enter their minds at all as the ruined car was disconnected and fed to the shredder, her ruined throat unable to scream as she was torn apart with the rest of the mangled trash.