The slowing sensation and slight lurching caused Paige to groggily regain
consciousness.  Disoriented, Paige struggled to realize where she was and what
was happening.  As more of the cobwebs in her mind cleared, Paige realized that
she had awakened in the sleeping compartment of the night train from Geneva to
Florence.  Through still hazy eyes Paige glanced across the compartment to see
her friend and traveling companion, Julie, fighting the same battle with
consciousness.  With a quick glance at her watch Paige saw that it was 1 AM. "Why
would the train be stopping at this hour?", Paige pondered to herself. Then it
came to her, they had arrived at the Italian border.

As Paige once more looked over at Julie, she felt the renewed joy of being on
this trip.  Both she and Julie were one year removed from their high school
graduation as members of the class of 1979.  The fact that the two nineteen
year-olds were able to spend three weeks touring around Europe by train was still
an amazing thing to Paige.  Only the financial graces of youth hostels and Eurail
passes allowed either of the girls to afford this trip.  Paige was glad to be
sharing this trip with Julie.  Despite drastic physical differences, people all
said that Paige and Julie were so alike as to be twins.  That thought rang as
ridiculous to Paige since physically the two girls looked nothing alike.  Paige,
about six feet tall, quite thin, with blonde hair and small breasts, compared
herself to Julie who was maybe five feet three at most, with brown hair, a
rounder figure, and a chest that looked quite large on her frame.  Julie had once
joked to Paige that she had gotten her looks from the father’s side of the
family, and that they were proud of producing "women with hips and chests"! 
Paige had to agree with the assessment.  And, Paige thought, she and Julie were
probably as close as any two friends could be.  All through high school they had
served as friend, confidant, and protector to one another.

The train had now come to a complete stop, and Paige could hear the faint sounds
of footsteps within their train car.  The steward had informed them in Geneva
that the car was mostly empty tonight, and they shouldn’t be disturbed from their
sleep by other passengers.  Too bad the steward didn’t mention being disturbed by
a border stop!

Paige was jolted out of her little reverie by tapping on the compartment door.
The door opened to reveal a twentiy-fivish looking man wearing a greenish-grey
uniform.  The man had dark hair, a mustache, dark eyes, and a muscular build.
Paige admired the way his uniform fit his body.  It was obvious to Paige that the
man must be some sort of border guard or customs inspector.  She wondered if
there were really guards between Italy and Switzerland, but it really didn’t
matter.  All that the guard would want would be to check their passports and then
ask all the usual silly questions.

Paige was surprised by the fact that the man immediately launched into fast
spoken Italian regarding some issue that neither Paige, nor Julie based on the
look on her face, had the faintest clue as to.  Paige now regretted not knowing
any Italian, and she knew that Julie was no better off.  The guard continued his
monologue.  Paige tried to listen closely to what he was asking to pick up some
word somewhere that she might understand.  Her clue came soon.  The guard gave a
questioning look while asking some long sentence that contained the word
"hashish".

Now Paige knew what he was asking.  He wanted to know if they were carrying
hashish.  How ridiculous.  Did he really think that the two of them looked like
some sort of international drug smugglers?  Paige tried to assure the guard that
she and Julie had no hashish with them by telling him "We don’t have any hashish,
none".  As soon as Paige’s words reached the ears of the guard his face changed. 
He eyed Paige suspiciously, his head cocked to the side. Another stream of
Italian issued forth from him, once again containing a reference to hashish,
while his right hand slid down to rest atop the pistol at his belt.  Paige was
confused.  Didn’t he understand what she meant.  Instantly it came to her.  She
tried again.  "No hashish, no."

The look on the guards face softened slightly, and he held out his left hand
while saying something that had an approximation of the word passport in it.
Paige reached into her backpack and pulled out her U.S. passport and placed it in
the guards left hand.  Paige could feel the suspicion in the guards glance as it
momentarily held hers.  A flush of embarrassment passed through Paige, from
where, she didn’t know.  As the guard broke the glance between them, Paige’s eyes
followed his to alight on Julie as she worked to pull her passport out from the
front pocket of her pack.  Julie was struggling to get herpassport out, and Paige
was sure that there was a touch of nervousness in her friend. This was not a
situation that either girl had expected.  With a strong pull, Julie wrenched her
passport free.  As Julie’s hand pulled free of the of the pocket, two small white
items flew across the compartment and landed at the feet of the guard.  Paige
gasped as she recognized what had fallen at the guards feet.  The guard slowly
bent down and picked the two joints up off of the floor.  A very cold feeling of
fear ran down Paige’s spine.  Julie had bought some marijuana from a street
dealer in Amsterdam.  That night she had introduced Paige to smoking a joint for
the very first time.  The sweet sickness that Paige had felt in her stomach after
that first, and only, joint didn’t come anywhere close to the sick feeling that
boiled in her stomach now.

The guard picked up the two joints in his right hand, while still holding Paige’s
passport in his right.  Turning the paper covered leaves in his hand he examined
closely what Julie had dropped.  For Paige the world seemed to go in slow motion.
 Paige could feel her body tremble as fear took a grip on her psyche.  "Oh God,
this is just like that ‘Midnight whatever’ movie about that American in Turkey"
Paige thought.  "We’ll be in jail for years."

After ascertaining that what he was holding really was marijuana, the guard
straightened up and started calling out in hurried Italian towards the hallway
behind him.  Paige felt her heart sink when the guard started calling.  Rapid,
heavy footsteps came towards the compartment.  The sound of the footsteps ended
with the appearance of a shorter more heavyset guard at the doorway.  The first
guard began speaking in even more rapid Italian to his cohort, while gesturing
with his hands towards the two frightened girls.  A spirited discussion now broke
out between the two guards, their comments obviously about the girls and the
drugs they had found.

Paige had never felt fear like this before in her life.  Trepidation about being
arrested crept through her mind.  She knew that it didn’t matter that the joints
hadn’t been in her bag, that she would suffer just as poorly as Julie if the
guards decided to arrest them.  And right now it looked to her like arresting the
two was what the guards intended.

"Hashish?" the heavyset guard asked.

"No hashish" Paige responded, her voice quaking and cracking.

The two guards once again conferred in Italian.  Appearing to come to some
agreement among themselves, both guards stepped fully into the compartment. While
the first guard pulled the door closed, the heavy one looked Paige in the eye and
stammered out "Search".

The first guard stayed at the door, blocking exit, while the heavier one
monitored for the girls to stand by the window.  Both girls complied quickly. A
short meeting of the eyes between herself and Julie confirmed to Paige that they
shared an equal fear of the possible consequences of their situation.  The
heavyset guard started by opening up Julie’s packs and rummaging through
everything in them.  Once he had evidently satisfied himself that Julie’s bags
contained no more illicit items, he moved across to Paige’s packs.  Paige felt
embarrassment as the guard went through her things.  The guard straightened from
Paige’s packs.  Paige watched with anticipation as he advance towards her and
Julie.  Once he was within arms reach, he reached over and took Julie by the arm.
 Paige watched as the guard maneuvered Julie to a position of standing, facing
the wall, with her legs against her bunk.  Paige watched as the guard pushed
Julie into assuming the classical frisking "position", bent forward, hands
against the wall, and feet spread.  Paige stared as the guard placed his hands on
Julie’s wrist and started to move up her arm.

Paige was snapped back to her situation as the first guard’s hand firmly gripped
her right arm just above the elbow.  The guard led a quivering Paige to the edge
of her bunk.  There he positioned her just as Julie had been positioned.  The
feeling of the guard pushing her feet apart with his feet, and then the pressure
of his hand between her shoulder blades guiding her upper body forward sent
another chill through her spine.  Paige felt the guard’s hand slide down from her
right wrist, along bare arm until it reached the sleeve of her T-shirt. 
Goosebumps broke out all along her arm as the guard’s hand slid across the her
underarm and down her ribcage.  Paige realized that the guard was also mimicking
his motions on the other side of her body.  Once both of the guard’s hands had
reached the waist of her jeans, he began to gently pat with his hands.  Each pat
was a little higher on her stomach.

"Oh."  Paige heard the almost pleading sound coming from Julie across the
compartment.  Paige desperately wanted to turn and look at what was happening
with Julie, but she knew that she didn’t have an angle to be able to see what was
happening to her friend.  The guard’s patting hands had now reached to just below
her breasts, and the pats had turned into a constant pressure, with the guard’s
hands never breaking contact with her body.  Paige knew what was coming next, and
she also knew that since this exploit had interrupted her sleep, that no bra was
to be found under her T-shirt.  A chill, and strangely, a tingle both went
through Paige as the guard moved his hands upwards to caress her breasts. 
Despite the situation she found herself in, Paige was amazed that her nipples
were hardening under the fondling hands and fingers of the guard.  A slight moan
left the guard.

After a short time of using his thumbs and fingers to tweak Paige’s nipples, the
guard bent down behind Paige and began running his hands up both sides of Paige’s
right leg.  As his hands traversed Paige’s jeans, he began to press into her leg
more.  As the slow slide of his hands progressed up her thigh, Paige could feel
his fingers massaging her inner thigh.  Finally the guard’s hand left hand
reached the juncture of Paige’s thighs, and pressed into her crotch.  While Paige
knew that she should be protesting this obvious attack upon her, there was a
small oft hidden part of her mind that was reveling in the controlling nature of
the guard.  The guard continued to press his hand into her groin, wiggling his
fingers as well.

Suddenly the guard’s hands left her, and Paige registered in her mind that she
had unconsciously tried to roll her hips to keep contact with the guard’s fleeing
hand.

Paige heard muffled noises coming from across the compartment, but she no longer
cared what was happening as she once again felt the guard’s hands, this time at
her left ankle.  The guard moved upwards faster this time, and Paige started to
anticipate the touch of his hand against her jeans covered pussy. Paige flushed
with embarrassment when she realized that the guard’s hands were headed to her
ass instead.  Paige’s whole body was pushed forward as the guard’s hands squeezed
and fondled the cheeks of her ass.

Paige jumped a little as the guard placed his hands and the snap at the top of
her jeans.  The guard unsnapped the jeans and eased the zipper down as Paige let
out a little whimper of protest.  Despite her desire to keep her clothes on,
Paige did nothing to stop the guard from pushing her jeans down over her slim
hips.  As soon as her jeans had passed the point of knees, the guard released
them and moved his hands up to her hips once again.

A small tear, caused by what emotion she wasn’t sure, trickled down Paige’s
cheek.  As the guard’s hands began to slide his her black panties down her legs,
Paige shook with the reaction to multiple feelings of fear, shock, and building
excitement.  Paige had to admit to herself that there was something about the
fact that she had no control of the situation, and that she faced big trouble if
she didn’t comply, that set her internal fires burning.  There was nothing else
that would or could explain away that fact that despite the fact that she was
being forced towards some sexual act or acts, that there was moisture clinging to
the walls and lips of her pussy.  Paige realized that at whatever level, she felt
more excitement now then she had during any of the occasions on which she had had
"sexual" physical dealings.  The feelings she now felt even surpassed those that
she had felt the two times she had actually had sex.

Paige jumped once again as the guard, who was kneeling behind her, playfully bit
into the left cheek of her ass.  The guard’s hands were now lifting Paige’s left
leg and sliding both her jeans and her panties over her bare foot.  Then the
guard repeated the procedure with her right leg.  Paige felt the coolness of
nakedness across her lower body.  All she wore now was her T-shirt.  With her
pants removed, the guard once again slid his hand up Paige’s left leg. This time
when he reach her inner thigh, the guard let his fingers continue lightly on
Paige’s skin, right up to the lips of her moistening pussy.

Paige let out a gasp as the guard, without hesitation, plunged one of his fingers
up into her sex.  Paige nearly fell down, so shocked was she by the quick entry. 
Only the fact that she could place her weight through her hands to the wall, kept
her standing.  The guard began a slow pistoning of his finger in and out of
Paige.  Paige felt the guard include a second finger inside of her.  Physical
excitement was rapidly replacing any other feelings that Paige may have felt. 
She knew in her head that she was being used, and it was against her will.  While
Paige contemplated, the guard began rubbing his thumb over her clit while still
thrusting his fingers in and out of her grasping pussy.  Well maybe it was once
against her will Paige thought as a moan of true ecstasy escaped her lips.  Paige
made a decision that she would willing do whatever the guard now wanted.  The
desire to feel the power of her building orgasm had run rough-trod over any
feelings of impropriety.

“No, no” Paige whimpered as the guard withdrew his fingers from her.  The guard

immediately pulled Paige to a standing upright position.  Then he grasped her
T-shirt by the bottom and started pulling it upwards.  Paige, her body craving
more contact, raised her arms above her head to assist the guard in removing the
shirt.  Once the shirt had cleared her upraised hands, Paige felt the guard
turning her so that she would face the window of the compartment.  Pressure at
her shoulders let Paige know to once again bend forward, this time placing her
hands on the cool glass of the train window.  From this position, bent at the
waist, legs spread, and her hands against the window, Paige was able to turn her
head to the left and finally see what was happening with Julie.

Paige had been hearing, though not hearing, the sounds that had been coming from
the other half of the compartment.  She knew that something similar to her plight
had also befallen Julie, but that didn’t mean she was prepared for the vision
that her eyes beheld.  Julie has completely naked.  She was lying sideways on her
bunk with her ass right at the edge of the bunk.  What amazed Paige was that the
other guard was holding Julie’s ankles up and out in the widest vee that could be
imagined.  This served to open Julie’s pussy wide, and the guard was about to
take advantage of that position.  Paige saw him moving the head of his hard, and
quite prodigious, cock to the lips of Julie’s pussy. Paige stared enraptured as
the heavyset guard pushed the crown of his dick between the lips of Julie’s
pussy.  Julie let loose with a guttural "Unghh" as the guard’s cock pushed into
her.  The sound caused Paige to look at Julie’s face, where she saw closed eyes,
and what appeared to be Julie biting down on her lower lip.  As interesting as
looking at Julie’s facial reactions to being speared by the guard, Paige quickly
returned to watching the progress of his cock.  The increased excitement that
Paige felt at viewing Julie being taken caused another small moan to escape her
lips.  Paige had never seen anyone actually having sex before, and the sight held
her enraptured.  The vision of the large guard, his uniform pants and his shoes
discarded on the ground beside him, gently pushing his large thick cock into her
friend would stick in Paige’s mind forever after.

Paige felt the hand’s of  what she now regarded as "her" guard on her hips. The
next thing she felt was a presence at the lips of her spread pussy.  Paige could
feel the first little intrusions of her guard’s cock sliding ever so slightly
into her.  The sight to her left still held Paige’s attention however. As she
watched, the guard who was fucking Julie had eased his cock all the way into
Julie.  He now withdrew his glistening shaft almost all the way out of Julie,
leaving only the head still inside of her.  With one hard, quick thrust, the
guard once again buried his cock to the hilt in Julie’s wet pussy.

"Unngh God" Julie squealed as the guard’s cock bottomed out in her.  Paige heard
the guard moaning something in Italian, but she had no idea what.  As Paige
watched the guard repeated the process again with Julie.

Another squeal issued forth from Julie as she was once again impaled by the
guard’s prick.  Julie’s squeal was quickly overwhelmed by the loud moaning "Oh"
that came from Paige.  The guard behind her had decided to bury his prick into
her in one stab.  Paige’s mind marveled at the fullness she felt from her spread
and stuffed pussy.  She felt the guard’s cock slide outwards and then drive
inwards, starting slowly but the pace quickening with each thrust. Paige’s body
rocked forward with each thrust, the pressure on her hands to hold her up was
increasing with each thrust.  Paige felt the guard’s hands at her breasts, and
soon the sensations of having both of her nipples lightly pulled were washing
through her.  Another moan came from Paige’s throat as the guard began to
moderately pinch and pull at her nipples.  Paige knew that with each thrust of
the cock driving into her that her pussy was becoming wetter and wetter, and that
the subsequent thrust would proceed that much easier and deeper.  Paige could
feel her clit throbbing and aching for attention as she was being forcefully
fucked by the Italian border guard behind her.

A constant mewling sound from her left caused Paige to look over to Julie and her
guard.  The large guard was still holding Julie’s ankles far apart in the air,
and he was now fucking into Julie with a tremendous speed.  Paige couldn’t have
imagined that anyone could fuck as hard and as furiously as the guard and Julie
were.  Julie’s eyes were still clamped tightly shut, and her fingers were
manipulating her own nipples as Paige watched the guard’s large white ass jerked
back and forth in a staccato rhythm.

Paige’s attention was once again drawn away as she felt the guard’s fingers leave
her nipples after one last twisting pinch.  The next thing that Paige sensed was
the combination of a loud "Smack" sound and the feeling of the guard’s hand
striking her right buttocks.  Mild pain emanated outwards from Paige’s butt like
ripples in a pond.  Another smacking sound and more feeling from her ass told
Paige that the first spank would not be the only one.  Paige felt a sense of
humiliation rise up in her.  It wasn’t bad enough, she thought, that she was bent
over being fucked by a man she didn’t know, slightly against her will, but now he
was busy spanking her as he shoved his hard cock in and out of her.  Paige had a
feeling of being used and controlled with each spank that landed on her small
ass.  And, she noticed with internal disgust, as each ripple of pain extended out
from her ass, that when it reached her pussy and her clit that it turned into
more excitement and pleasure.

Suddenly the spanking ceased, and Paige felt the guard’s hands grip her at each
of her slim hips.  Paige could feel the guard pull her backwards forcefully by
the hips with each of his inward thrusts.  This served to drive his cock deeper
into Paige which propelled her a rung higher up the orgasm ladder.  Paige was now
being buffeted hard by each thrust. As her body hammered back and forth she could
feel her downward hanging hair brushing past her cheeks adding a gentle caressing
sensation to the less that gentle sensations going on elsewhere in her body. 
Soon Paige realized that she was actively ramming her hips backwards into the
guard with each thrust.  The guard’s hands were now only serving as a guide to
Paige’s own thrusting hips.  With each pummeling thrust, Paige could hear the
slap of the guard’s skin against the skin of her ass.  The sound played as sweet
music to Paige’s ears.

A change in sounds caused Paige to once again cast her gaze towards where Julie
and the other guard were.  Paige was amazed to see that the guard was now sitting
astride Julie’s chest, thrusting his wet cock between Julie’s sweat slick tits. 
The guard had his hands on the outside of Julie’s tits, pushing them inwards,
pressing them against his constantly moving cock.  It looked to Paige as if the
guard had even managed to get Julie’s nipples involved in the action by rolling
his thumbs across them with each thrust.

Two new sensations came to Paige almost at once.  The first, and most important
to her, was that the guard behind her had removed his right hand from her hip,
and was now moving it along her stomach on the way to her pussy.  The second
sensation took Paige a little longer to identify.  She realized that it was
taking more effort to keep her bent-over fucking position than it had a moment
ago.  Then it dawned on her that the train was starting it’s very slow move
forwards.

Her thoughts about the train were interrupted almost immediately by the feeling
of the guard’s finger rubbing strongly across her enflamed clit.  The guard’s
pace had also picked up some in his powerful fucking of Paige.  Paige was
slamming her pussy back on to the guard’s invading prick with each and every
thrust.  The feeling of the guard’s cock in her along with his ministrations of
her clit, were pushing Paige closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm.

Then Paige saw the guard, who was astride Julie, start to tense up.  Paige
watched as his face contorted, and the muscles of his back and ass tightened.
Paige stared transfixed as the guard’s cum began to shoot out onto Julie’s skin. 
With each twitch of his cock, the guard sent cum onto Julie’s chest, neck and
there was even a strand smeared across her chin.

Paige’s mind whirled.  Here she was on a train in Europe being fucked like the
was no tomorrow by a border guard she didn’t even know while she looked over at
her best friend who had just been thoroughly fucked as well.  The emotions and
physical sensations of the whole situation began to overwhelm her.  She now knew
that she became tremendously excited by not being in control in a sexual
situation.  That fact, along with the messages coming from her filled pussy and
her overstimulated clit, along with the visual of cum splattered on her friend
finally pushed Paige over the edge.  She could feel all of the muscles of her
abdomen clamp down.  The muscles of her legs tensed, fighting to hold her up as
the waves of a gigantic orgasm washed over, around, and through her.  Paige felt
the muscles of her pussy spasmodically clamp down and release around the guard’s
thrusting cock over and over again.  In response to the total physical outpouring
of her orgasm, Paige hung her head low between her tensed, supporting, arms.  A
deep moan came forth from her, followed by a cry of "Yes, yes, yes" as her whole
body combined in a symphony of pleasure.

Even as Paige crested through her orgasm, she could feel that the pressures that
that orgasm had put on the guard’s cock had brought him to the edge as well. 
Paige heard and almost strangled moan accompanied by some guttural Italian yelled
from the guard behind her.  She felt his cum blasting away inside her worn out
pussy.  As the guard’s cock slowed it’s spasms, Paige leaned her right shoulder
into the glass of the compartment window to help keep her upright.  She felt the
withdrawal of the guard’s cock as she leaned forward.  Paige then felt the
wetness of that cock’s last spasm as a small stream of cum landed on her ass. 
Paige was emotionally and physically fried. She slumped a little lower and tried
to recover from the strongest sexual experience of her young life.

Paige eased herself to a sitting position with her back against the wall of the
compartment for support.  Through somewhat hazy eyes she noticed the two guard’s
scrambling to put their uniform pants back on.  The heavier guard was already at
the now unlocked and opened door as the guard who had just fucked Paige grabbed
his shoes from the floor.  The guards ran out the door, pulling it shut behind
them.  Only then did it register as to why the guards were in such a hurry.  She
felt the motion of the train as it began to pick up speed out of the border stop.
 She guessed that the train was still going slow enough to allow the two guards
to safely jump down, even with their hands burdened with their shoes.

Paige looked over to Julie, to see her friend still with her eyes forced shut, a
little tremor passing through her body.  Paige was now worried about how Julie
would handle what had transpired.  Paige knew for herself, that she had learned
some important things about her own sexuality.  She was sure now that the best
sex for her would come when she didn’t have control of a situation, or at least
when she didn’t feel like she had control of the situation.  She realized that
the whole scenario had caused excitement in her that she doubted she would have
ever felt without a scenario where she was helpless or was "pushed" into doing
things she otherwise wouldn’t have done.

But what about Julie?  Was this whole thing too much for her?  Paige doubted that
the experience had been as enlightening to Julie as it was to her.  How hurt was
Julie now?

Paige jerked her head over to look at Julie as a soft, trembling "Oh God" escaped
from her.  Paige looked on in compassion for her friend as Julie’s eyes finally
opened.

Another little trembling moan from Julie was followed by Julie wiping some of the
guard’s cum from her chin.  Paige watched as Julie held the wet finger before her
eyes, her expression one of almost looking through her finger. Paige stared on as
Julie brought the finger to her lips and licked the cum from it.  A louder,
firmer, "Oh God, YES" issued forth from Julie’s mouth.  Maybe the two of them
really were like twins after all Paige thought as she watched a huge smile cross
her friend’s face.