School Bus Blues
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
50,251
Reviews:
105
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Chapter 4
When Elisa woke up, it seemed as though everyone was gone. She tried to sit up, but her muscles were too sore, her wounds too raw. So she lay shivering on the futon, still naked, praying that someone would find her soon.
But why should they come andd hed her? She had gotten pleasure out of being raped. Maybe Moe and the others were right. Maybe she was nothing but a dirty whore, worth nothing but a hole to fuck. Nice girls didn’t find themselves in this situation. Nice girls wouldn’t cum for fuckers like that. And… nice girls didn’t find themselves wishing that they had a body to cling to right now. Elisa had to admit to herself that she would have liked someone to hold right now, shivering there, on the thin mat She She sneezed once. Then she heard footsteps coming toward her, obviously a man’s footsteps. Pulling on the bars of the cage that held her, she pulled herself up, not wanting to face this man laying down. If he was gonna take her too, he’d have to fight her a little. It was Johnny, and though she could tell that he had something in his hand the rest of him was lost in shadow. She shrank back a bit
“Hi Elisa. Are you cold?”
What? Was he speaking to her normally? What was going on? She stared at him blankly, as if he was speaking some incomprehensible language.
He came into the cage and closed the door deliberately behind him. “Are you cold hon? Here’s a blanket.” She took it from his outstretched hand slowly as though she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, sure that there had to be some sort of catch. There would be no kindness here, Elisa was sure of it. She studied him carefully. He seemed younger than the other five, with dark curly hair and a sweet expression, that didn’t seem to fit with their positions of captor and captive. She wrapped the blanket around herself, nearly crying with the relieving warmth of the cloth. Johnny laid a tender hand on top of her head, and then whispered “good night” and left the cage.
What the hell just happened? Elisa thought to herself, as she fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Johnny knew just what was happening. He had beguiled her, just has he had beguiled a string of young women before her. A little bit of kindness can go a long way in manipulating a woman. He had a plan that he had suggested to Moe when they were still in the planning stages of this crime. He, Johnny, would be the sympathy factor. He wouldn’t get to join in any of the gang-banging for awhile, but he was willing to wait. The mental manipulation was what got him off anyway. It was the thinking that got him going. So they had decided to leave Johnny to watch over Elisa at night, give her small measures of cot, lt, like that blanket, a kind smile, a warm drink, whatever. And have Moe “find out” every now and then, ande Joe Johnny a hard time. In time, Elisa would come to trust Johnny, would allow him to tell her what to do to stay safe, and then, when the time came, he too would join in the gang. When that happened, her spirit would be completely broken, and she would belong to them forever. It was genius, but in the meantime, he was the only one who hadn’t had the opportunity to fuck her. thatthat was really a damn shame. So he sat by her and beat off, watching her sleep.
The next afternoon, after Moe and the others had gone to work, they all met at the sewer-room. Elisa couldn’t believe that with all that, they had all gone into work as usual, greeting kids with an impatient “Good morning,” the same as every morning, but this time, the impatience had nothing to do with traffic, but all to do with wanting to get back to fuck her. The idea nauseated her even more than the actual idea of being fucked. She could only hope that they would eventually get tired of her. But now there was more than one hope. There was Johnny. He had fallen asleep by her prison cell, but he hadn’t touched her yet, he had only shown her kindness. She would have to see what happened tonigto dto decide. Perhaps he would be an ally.
Moe stormed into the chamber, bitter as all hell. He had had to give a statement to the police saying that he hadn’t seen anything at all in relation to the disappearance of a certain Elisa D’Angelo, that she had asked him to drop her off at the mall, so perhaps that’s why she didn’t make it home. And it was true that he had dropped a gaggle of girls of their, and the last boy he’d let off probably didn’t even know that there was anyone left on the bus, since she was sitting in the back and he was sitting in the front, and they had never spoken before. Moe was fairly sure that he had covered all his bases, but it had still made him anxious, not to mention pissed as hell.
“Where’s the fucking whore?” he shouted as soon as he had shut the door. Johnny made a face at him, and indicated the cage with his finely chiseled chin. Moe opened the door and grabbed Elisa roughly, leaving bruises in the shape of fingerprints on her arm. He thrust her over his knees and began to spank her, slapping her ass lightly, leaving light pink marks on that fine skin. She fidgeted and cried out and this made him hard as a rock. Finally he’d had enough. He pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. “Take off my pants and suck my cock, slut.” She stared at him, tears still in her eyes from the beating he had just administered. “I said unbutton my fucking pants and undo the zipper, pull off the fucking pants and suck the penis in your face, you stupid bitch.”
Elisa swallowed hard on the tears that were forming in the back of her throat. She would not show them weakness. So she did what he told her to do, pulling off his pants quickly so that she could get te joe job at hand. She went down on him, kneeling in front of him, his thick rod deep in her mouth as she tried to get him off as fast as possible, so that maybe it would take him some time to recover. But Moe was wise to that. He grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her up so that she was face to face with him. “Listen up little girl. I know what you’re trying to pull. And for that I think you’re gonna have to be punished. Johnny, get the paddle.”
Get the what? With a look of regret on his face, Johnny went to cab cabinet and removed what looked like an ordinary ping pong le ale and he passed it to Moe. With a look of screwy pleasure, Moe dragged Elisa over his lap, so that her shapely ass stuck straight up, and his cock poked into her belly button. He picked up the paddle and spanked her with it. wasnwasn’t a light slap like it had been before. No, he was beating her. Beating her! Moe took a few seconds for the pain of the first slap to set in, and then again *SMACK* Elisa was crying, she couldn’t believe this. Then Moe started to finger her and *SMACK* again. She cried out again, although she wasn’t sure if it was from pain or pleasure. *SMACK* “you fucking dirty whore. You’ve been here for 24 hours” *SMACK* “and you are already coming for me all the time” *SMACK* “you just need to be fucked all the time don’t you?” *SMACK* “if there isn’t a cock in you somewhere, you just get crazy don’t you… you’re more of a slut than I ever thought you could be” *SMACK* “Well, I’m just going to have to see what I can do about that.”
He threw her to the floor and called out to Curly. “Ready to fuck a little slut?”
When Elisa woke up, it seemed as though everyone was gone. She tried to sit up, but her muscles were too sore, her wounds too raw. So she lay shivering on the futon, still naked, praying that someone would find her soon.
But why should they come andd hed her? She had gotten pleasure out of being raped. Maybe Moe and the others were right. Maybe she was nothing but a dirty whore, worth nothing but a hole to fuck. Nice girls didn’t find themselves in this situation. Nice girls wouldn’t cum for fuckers like that. And… nice girls didn’t find themselves wishing that they had a body to cling to right now. Elisa had to admit to herself that she would have liked someone to hold right now, shivering there, on the thin mat She She sneezed once. Then she heard footsteps coming toward her, obviously a man’s footsteps. Pulling on the bars of the cage that held her, she pulled herself up, not wanting to face this man laying down. If he was gonna take her too, he’d have to fight her a little. It was Johnny, and though she could tell that he had something in his hand the rest of him was lost in shadow. She shrank back a bit
“Hi Elisa. Are you cold?”
What? Was he speaking to her normally? What was going on? She stared at him blankly, as if he was speaking some incomprehensible language.
He came into the cage and closed the door deliberately behind him. “Are you cold hon? Here’s a blanket.” She took it from his outstretched hand slowly as though she couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, sure that there had to be some sort of catch. There would be no kindness here, Elisa was sure of it. She studied him carefully. He seemed younger than the other five, with dark curly hair and a sweet expression, that didn’t seem to fit with their positions of captor and captive. She wrapped the blanket around herself, nearly crying with the relieving warmth of the cloth. Johnny laid a tender hand on top of her head, and then whispered “good night” and left the cage.
What the hell just happened? Elisa thought to herself, as she fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Johnny knew just what was happening. He had beguiled her, just has he had beguiled a string of young women before her. A little bit of kindness can go a long way in manipulating a woman. He had a plan that he had suggested to Moe when they were still in the planning stages of this crime. He, Johnny, would be the sympathy factor. He wouldn’t get to join in any of the gang-banging for awhile, but he was willing to wait. The mental manipulation was what got him off anyway. It was the thinking that got him going. So they had decided to leave Johnny to watch over Elisa at night, give her small measures of cot, lt, like that blanket, a kind smile, a warm drink, whatever. And have Moe “find out” every now and then, ande Joe Johnny a hard time. In time, Elisa would come to trust Johnny, would allow him to tell her what to do to stay safe, and then, when the time came, he too would join in the gang. When that happened, her spirit would be completely broken, and she would belong to them forever. It was genius, but in the meantime, he was the only one who hadn’t had the opportunity to fuck her. thatthat was really a damn shame. So he sat by her and beat off, watching her sleep.
The next afternoon, after Moe and the others had gone to work, they all met at the sewer-room. Elisa couldn’t believe that with all that, they had all gone into work as usual, greeting kids with an impatient “Good morning,” the same as every morning, but this time, the impatience had nothing to do with traffic, but all to do with wanting to get back to fuck her. The idea nauseated her even more than the actual idea of being fucked. She could only hope that they would eventually get tired of her. But now there was more than one hope. There was Johnny. He had fallen asleep by her prison cell, but he hadn’t touched her yet, he had only shown her kindness. She would have to see what happened tonigto dto decide. Perhaps he would be an ally.
Moe stormed into the chamber, bitter as all hell. He had had to give a statement to the police saying that he hadn’t seen anything at all in relation to the disappearance of a certain Elisa D’Angelo, that she had asked him to drop her off at the mall, so perhaps that’s why she didn’t make it home. And it was true that he had dropped a gaggle of girls of their, and the last boy he’d let off probably didn’t even know that there was anyone left on the bus, since she was sitting in the back and he was sitting in the front, and they had never spoken before. Moe was fairly sure that he had covered all his bases, but it had still made him anxious, not to mention pissed as hell.
“Where’s the fucking whore?” he shouted as soon as he had shut the door. Johnny made a face at him, and indicated the cage with his finely chiseled chin. Moe opened the door and grabbed Elisa roughly, leaving bruises in the shape of fingerprints on her arm. He thrust her over his knees and began to spank her, slapping her ass lightly, leaving light pink marks on that fine skin. She fidgeted and cried out and this made him hard as a rock. Finally he’d had enough. He pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. “Take off my pants and suck my cock, slut.” She stared at him, tears still in her eyes from the beating he had just administered. “I said unbutton my fucking pants and undo the zipper, pull off the fucking pants and suck the penis in your face, you stupid bitch.”
Elisa swallowed hard on the tears that were forming in the back of her throat. She would not show them weakness. So she did what he told her to do, pulling off his pants quickly so that she could get te joe job at hand. She went down on him, kneeling in front of him, his thick rod deep in her mouth as she tried to get him off as fast as possible, so that maybe it would take him some time to recover. But Moe was wise to that. He grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her up so that she was face to face with him. “Listen up little girl. I know what you’re trying to pull. And for that I think you’re gonna have to be punished. Johnny, get the paddle.”
Get the what? With a look of regret on his face, Johnny went to cab cabinet and removed what looked like an ordinary ping pong le ale and he passed it to Moe. With a look of screwy pleasure, Moe dragged Elisa over his lap, so that her shapely ass stuck straight up, and his cock poked into her belly button. He picked up the paddle and spanked her with it. wasnwasn’t a light slap like it had been before. No, he was beating her. Beating her! Moe took a few seconds for the pain of the first slap to set in, and then again *SMACK* Elisa was crying, she couldn’t believe this. Then Moe started to finger her and *SMACK* again. She cried out again, although she wasn’t sure if it was from pain or pleasure. *SMACK* “you fucking dirty whore. You’ve been here for 24 hours” *SMACK* “and you are already coming for me all the time” *SMACK* “you just need to be fucked all the time don’t you?” *SMACK* “if there isn’t a cock in you somewhere, you just get crazy don’t you… you’re more of a slut than I ever thought you could be” *SMACK* “Well, I’m just going to have to see what I can do about that.”
He threw her to the floor and called out to Curly. “Ready to fuck a little slut?”