Alex statement continues:
They were like sitting ducks for my new found hobby. Also, I didn't do any visual damage or took away anything that would require elaborate explanations from them to their husbands or families.
Usually women woke up for a pee once every night, more so towards the morning hours. I was always on the alert, looking up and down the aisle, waiting to pounce on my 'wife' for that night. Just scare a bit, a quick fuck, a bra or panty as a souvenir -- I had all of them at my home, labelled with their names and berth numbers; and I was done.
To scare them was good. To humiliate them was ultimate. That is why I started forcing money on them after raping them. Both of us knew it was rape, but this gesture made them think of themselves as some cheap prostitutes, servicing men on overnight trains. To be branded a whore was the ultimate humiliation for a married woman.
After I was done with them, they were more worried about the fact of concealing their ordeal than the ordeal itself.
Pulling a few strings, I had managed to get my posted on the 'honeymoon special', an overnight express train to the foothills of Himalayas, where newly married couples went to celebrate their honeymoon. The AC coaches of this train swarmed with the type of meat I absolutely devoured.
With each woman I 'married', I perfected my technique, picking the ones which were absolutely certain for anonymity. Elated with my approach and encouraged by the results, my sexual appetite also grew. One 'wife' per night was an absolute surety, whereas during peak wedding seasons, I managed two to three each night. That I tell you is ultimate job satisfaction.
That day, I saw her get onto the carriage with her husband. I saw her occupy her berth. I looked up her berth number on the reservation chart. I knew that my 'wife' for that night was, as my penis tingled with excitement for the first time that night, Nikita ahhhhhh.
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