You're not the only one.

The next floor passes by and more people get off, yet no-one comes aboard. Looking around the car you realise that you aren't the only one being taken advantage of. There are four other pairs in here with you, four more beautiful young women in too tight revealing clothing and four more men whose hands are fondling and molesting them. Each of the girls can't be much older than you, if at all, and while their faces show varying levels of discomfort, all are clearly being aroused by the attention they receive. You can't help but wonder if your face is betraying the heat between your legs as well.

The man behind you moves his hands, one coming to trail up your flat stomach to seize a large breast through your tiny shirt while the other strokes along your silken thigh. This new position allows the man to stand right behind you, pressing his broad chest against your back. You can feel that he's so much bigger than you, and looking down at the hand fondling your breast you can see it is a large muscled thing. You're toned and in great shape, but none of your pole dancing was exactly meant to let you fight off such a large man. Resisting him would be pointless.

"Don't worry," his voice rumbles in your ear. "We're not going all the way in here...not just yet."

You fail to contain your squeak as he pinches your nipple and his deep laugh makes you tremble. What does he mean all the way? What's going to happen to you and these other girls? What has Daddy done to you?