School Bus Blues

Chapter 12

“You will take it all” Moe told her, taking her hair and pulling it back. “I hope you’re ready. You’ve only got a couple of hours until the boys come around. I suggest you take a nice little nap, because you are going to be up all fucking night.”

Elisa obediently followed Moe to her cage and lay down on the futon. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as she had hoped…

~~~~A couple of hours later~~~~

Elisa woke up to the touch of a hand on her breast. “What else is new” she thought to herself groggily as she came to. Her nipples were ultra sensitive thanks to the more or less constant attention she was receiving and she could tell that the hand on her breast was being gentle to start with. She was grateful. Slowly she opened her eyes.

Johnny was kneeling beside her, his warm hands kneading her tits almost respectfully, smiling at her as they came to life beneath his clever fingers. A wicked smile spread across his lips as he watched her cheeks flush under his pleasing touch. *Wait a second* Johnny thought to himself, even as his thumbs circled around the hard flesh of her nipple *since when do I care about how good the girl feels? I must be going soft… though not literally* he glanced down at his painful arousal. He couldn’t make it go away completely all afternoon. After she had jumped on him and begun to seduce him, he was more turned on than he ever had been before. The fact was that he wanted her to himself, and once he had her, he knew that he would never let her go. Never.

“Elisa, wake up” he whispered in her ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and giving it a quick nibble.

She was already wide awake; had been in fact since he started messing with her tits. But she stretched languorously, thrusting her ample chest upward, a treat for him alone. The rest, she had decided, would not pleasure her. She might pleasure them, even get wet for them. But she would not cum. And if she did, they would not know. Elisa would fake her obedience; she would do anything they asked of her. And then once they saw her as their willing slave, she and Johnny would take off and she would go home to her family.

“Oh my god…” Elisa suddenly thought. “My family. I haven’t thought of them in days… how long have I even been here?” Unbidden, mental pictures of her family flew to her mind, memories of her mother, her father, her little brother—how had they explained her disappearance to her five year old brother? Tears sprang to her eyes, but she held them back. She would not cry. She would not show them that weakness. She must be a drone. A mindless, fucking, drone.

“Johnny, is the whore up yet? Jesus Fucking Christ, you take fucking forever to do everything!” Frank was getting impatient, and the sight of the young man palming that supple breast made it worse. “I get her first because I am ready to fuck a hole in the wall, goddammit!”

Moe made a face at Frank as he set up the video cameras around the bed they would be filming on. “Shut up and make yourself useful. Go and get the candles from the cabinet. Jose, you get the dildos out of the trunk, and Curly, you get the paddles. I’m not sure how much of this we’ll use, but I don’t want to have to cut in the middle to get some fucking props. You know how live audiences get. They want to see what they are paying to see. Paul, just make sure that the feed is working from the cameras to the webcam. Is it working?”

“Yeah, its working. It’s on a three second delay, right?”

“Yeah. Ok, Johnny bring our pretty little bitch over here. Let’s discuss our evening activity, shall we?”

Johnny, had trouble standing, fighting his hard-on, but he pushed Elisa gently in front of him and indicated to her that she ought to go sit on the bed. She sat and stared at the main camera in front of her, her eyes completely blank, her body bare. Moe looked at her quizzically for a moment and then told Paul to get him the red robe. Johnny put it on her, and it draped over her slender frame enticingly.
“Ok Paul, go live for about twenty seconds—Elisa I want you to smile into the camera. Then I want you to start stroking those perked up nipples for me. Get it?” She nodded. “Alright, we’re live in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”

Elisa did as he asked. She smiled, an empty smile, but the men watching certainly could care less. Her hands, trembling slightly, smoothed over the hard nubs that stuck out from beneath the fabric, teasing them a bit, and they stood up a bit higher than before. After 20 seconds, Paul cut the feed.

“Is that it?” Paul asked Moe.

“No, no… we just have to show our audience what they’ll be looking at. Then they can email us with suggestions. Start looking through them now.”

Frank looked over Paul’s shoulder as he opened the email account. “Holy shit. There are already 150 emails here!” He chuckled evilly. “Elisa, your cunt is going to fucking hurt so much… I’m glad I don’t have to be you. I just get to fuck you.”

Elisa’s heart sank a bit. This wasn’t going to be easy for her first attempt at mindless dronehood. Then she got an idea. Maybe there would be some sort of police watch out for her; or just any sort of decent person… although it was unlikely that they would be on this website if they were… Elisa had an idea.

Before too long, Paul sat back triumphantly. They had given the men on the website fifteen minutes to email them with their favorite sex act and a half hour later, they were ready to start the show.

Moe spoke to her, his voice excited, and creepy. “First, they want you to stand on the bed and strip yourself.” Elisa made no motion. “Do it you fucking slut, or we’ll go onto a pain fetishist’s website next time.”

Elisa’s eyes grew in horror and decided to comply with what he said. She had no doubts that he would do what he said. She stood on the bed and let the red robe slip down, leaving her beautiful body exposed for the world to see. She couldn’t help but let one tear drip down her cheek. Moe grinned.

“Oh baby, I can hardly wait to get to the fucking…” he muttered under his breath. “Now I want you to take one of the dildos and tease it with your lips.”

She knelt and picked up a pink dildo and began to play with it, treating as she had been taught, with oral caresses. Suddenly, she was shoved forward, the dildo still in her hand, but a second one was thrust into her pussy. She turned her head to see Curly fucking her with a fake purple cock, but one that was too big to even resemble a humans. She let out a small cry of pain as he thrust it into her hard.

“Keep sucking on that pink one, bitch! There is still more to do!” Elisa had no choice but to lean forward on one hand and control the dildo with the other. “I’d say she’s not behaving so well, wouldn’t you say, Curly?” Curly nodded. “Jose, pick up the paddle. I think she needs a spanking.” Elisa looked at Moe pleadingly, her mouth still bulging around the plastic. Jose grabbed the paddle from the box of props and with a grin she could see on the computer screen, he smacked her ass hard.

She dropped the dildo from her mouth, as the pain of it struck her. “Do it again Jose” advised Curly, still fucking her with the overlarge dildo. “I don’t think she’s learning.” Jose spanked her again, the camera catching her back arching in protest, and the skin pinkening around the sore area. “Again.” “And again.”

All told, Jose must have administered a good fifteen swats with the paddle, as Elisa bit the blanket on the bed, trying to keep from screaming out in pain. Finally though Curly pulled the dildo out of her dripping pussy and Jose put away the paddle. Elisa collapsed on the bed.

“Ooh, I like this one” said Moe. “Frank, light one of the candles please. One of our viewers seems to have a thing for that Ricky Martin video. You know, the one with the candle wax. I happen to have a thing for that one too. I’m excited. Can’t you tell?” He thrust his erection in front of Elisa’s face. “Suck it.” Hardly moving, Elisa lapped at the tip briefly, until Frank climbed onto the bed, turned her so that she was facing the ceiling and straddled her hips. He was still wearing pants, but she could clearly see his erection through them. A lit candle was in his hand, the wax dripping onto his hand, although it was clear he hardly felt it.

“Where do you want the wax?” Frank asked, a look of pleasure on his face as he saw the fear dawn in her eyes.

“Oh, you know… anywhere you want. So long as you can suck it off afterward and not cause any permanent damage.”

Franks breath washed over her as he bent closer, and dribbled a little of the wax over her nipple. “Ahh…” she whimpered. It burned the delicate flesh.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” Frank whispered to her. “Hurts a lot?” She nodded vigorously. He bent and sucked the wax off, his teeth like needles on the injured skin. “Sucks doesn’t it?” She whimpered again as he poured more in between her breasts. He used a quarter of the candle, until she started to cry, much against her will, but the pain was too much. Frank couldn’t stop smiling. “Moe, PLEASE can I fuck her?”

Elisa let out a plaintive moan. Frank slapped her across the face. Moe said “Be my guest.”

“Thank fucking god!” Frank stripped himself in 3.2 seconds and plunged himself inside her. “You need this don’t you?” He muttered as he fucked her as hard as he could, not caring that her face was screwed up, nor that she lay beneath him like a blow up doll. “You want my cock, don’t you, you fucking whore.” “You want me to cum all over you, don’t you?” He thrust into her harder and she cried out. “Say it fucker. Say you need my cock. Beg for it.” Elisa shook her head from side to side no no no no no Frank slapped her again. “Say it!” no no “Say it you fucking whore!” he slapped her again and Elisa tasted blood.

Her throat closed up with disgust around the words, but she said them. “I need you.”

Frank placed a hand around her throat, pressing gently, but hard enough so that he could feel her swallow nervously. “Mean it.”

He thrust harder and she finally cried out “Do it to me, oh yeah Frank, fuck me hard! Oh I need your cock, I need it, oh please, make me cum, I wanna cum for you! Oh, fuck me, fuck me… oh that cock is so big… oh, please, let me cum for you!” She faked an orgasm as he continued to fuck her. He glared at her again, his cruelty so evident in his eyes. At least he didn’t know she was faking… “oh yes, you do it so good Frank, I wanna cum again for you, wanna cum around your big cock. Fuck me harder, harder! Faster Frank, I need more of your cock in me!”

Finally though, Frank came and he came hard, blowing his load across Elisa’s belly and breasts. He collapsed against her, breathing as though he had just run a marathon, and smelling the same. Elisa felt so dirty, she could hardly stand it. She just needed a minute, a minute without anyone doing things to her while the camera was on, but Frank had her pinned down for the moment.