Abandoned dacha

Hi! About six months ago, something nasty happened to me. On the one hand, it was quite scary and humiliating, but on the other, I still sometimes think about it at night and have already come several times while furiously rubbing my clit in the shower. That's probably why I finally decided to post it here. My name is Anya, I'm 23 years old, tall, slender, and brunette (177 cm tall), with long legs, a flat stomach, and a fairly athletic figure—I go to the gym a couple of times a week. My breasts are a C-plus size, firm, with small pink nipples that stand out clearly under my clothes. My face is ordinary but pretty—guys often stare at me on public transport. I work as a manager at a Moscow hypermarket, but I live in the suburbs, in a small village about forty minutes away by commuter train. Every day after my shift, I take the last "work" commuter train at 11:40 PM. It's usually almost empty—just the occasional passenger and me in my short sports skirt and tight, low-cut T-shirt. It all started that evening on this very commuter train. I boarded a nearly empty car and immediately noticed three guys in work clothes. They were 20-22 years old, all typical construction workers: tanned, wearing dusty pants and T-shirts, with tattoos on their arms. One was tall, thin Misha (22), the second was stocky Dimon (he'd just turned 21), and the third was Vovan, the smallest and brashest, but as strong as a bull (20). They were returning from a night shift at a new construction site and had clearly had a few drinks—they were holding an open bottle of beer and a bag of more. At first, they just laughed loudly and cursed, but then they noticed me. I was sitting across the aisle, my legs crossed, and I felt all three of them literally undressing me with their eyes. They stared especially long at my legs and chest. "Girl, are you going all the way?" Vovan began first, moving closer and smiling broadly. I politely replied that I did. The conversation flowed naturally. They talked about how they'd been working hard all day, bragged about the day off, and offered me a beer from their bottle. I declined at first, but then took a couple of sips—just to avoid looking too reserved. The alcohol hit me hard after a hard day. We all got off at the right station. The guys told me their "dacha" was literally two minutes from the platform—an unfinished house they were renting from some guy for next to nothing. "Let's go sit a little longer; we have vodka and snacks," Misha suggested, putting his arm around my waist. I was already feeling a little excited by their attention and, frankly, didn't want to go home to an empty apartment. I agreed. The house turned out to be a complete wreck right by the tracks: bare brick walls, unfinished concrete floors, piles of construction debris, old planks, empty bottles, and mattresses on the floor. The only light came from an old lantern and their phones. A broken table and three stools stood in the corner. They immediately laid out everything they had: vodka, beer, chips, and even a couple of dried fish. An hour later, the guys were already well "ready." It started with dirty jokes and "accidental" touches on the knees. Then Dimon suggested a drink to celebrate brotherhood. We drank, and he suddenly pulled me close and stuck his tongue in my mouth. The others burst into laughter. I tried to pull away at first, but Misha was already hugging me from behind and squeezing my breasts through my T-shirt. “Come on, beauty, it’s obvious you don’t mind,” Vovan said hoarsely and reached under my skirt. I tried to get up and say it was time, but they simply forced me back onto the mattress. Misha, the strongest, pounced on top, pinned my arms to the floor, and began kissing me roughly, lifting my T-shirt and twisting my nipples. Dimon and Vovan, meanwhile, pulled down my skirt and panties. I screamed and struggled, but they only laughed. “Quiet, bitch, or you’ll be left with nothing at all,” Dimon growled and showed me the utility knife that was lying on the table among the bottles. I immediately shut up. I realized it was better to do as they wanted. First, they made me suck everyone off. Vovan was the first to grab my hair and impale my mouth on his dick—unwashed, with the pungent smell of sweat and construction. He pounded my throat until I was choking and drooling. Then Dimon took over, while Misha was already fingering me, saying, "Look, guys, she's already dripping like a slut!" They put me on all fours on the dirty mattress. Misha entered me first—hard, without foreplay, holding me by the hair and spanking my ass so hard my skin burned. Meanwhile, Dimon gagged me with his cock. Then they switched positions: sometimes they shared my mouth and pussy, sometimes they took turns in the ass. The anal was especially painful—Vovan spat on my bukvoeb.run hole and thrust in with one thrust, growling with pleasure. I just sobbed and begged him not to go so hard. At one point, Dimon took an empty beer bottle and started shoving it into my pussy while the others held my arms and legs. I screamed that it hurt, but they just laughed and filmed it all on their phones. At the end, they made me kneel in the middle of the room on a pile of construction debris. All three of them jerked off right in my face. “Open your mouth, slut,” Misha ordered. They came almost simultaneously—some in my mouth, some on my face, some on my hair. And then, when I thought it was all over, they made me lie on my back in the corner where there was a pile of empty bottles. They filmed all three of them pissing on me—warm streams all over my face, chest, and between my legs. They ordered me to swallow and say thank you. "Now go home, you bastard," Vovan said, throwing me my clothes. "And if you tell anyone, the video will be posted online. We have your number." I managed to dress somehow, wiped my face with my sleeve, and ran out onto the platform. I walked home, shaking all over. Since then, every time I ride this train, I remember that evening... and, I'm ashamed to admit, sometimes I get very excited.