School Bus Blues
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
50,253
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.
6
Chapter 6
The other men looked sideways at Johnny as he came back to their little ring of porn and cigarettes. “So?” Frank asked Johnny, a grim smile on his face. Johnny didn’t say anything, he just let a broad smile stretch across his face. He knew that Elisa couldn’t see his face, but could hear his voice, so he was very careful to make his excitement over that blow job sound as artificial as possible.
“Yeah, it was great. That little slut knows how to suck some cock.”
Frank grinned, a tight lecherous grin, and he got up, stretching his muscles. “Well, I think I’ll fuck her now, if you don’t mind. We should start taping soon you know.”
“I know,” Moe said. “We can start after you’re finished. I want her sopping wet already when we start filming.”
Frank came over to Elisa where she sat in a corner, hugging her knees to her chest, shivering a little, yet warmed inside, knowing that she was not alone, no matter what happened now. Johnny would save her, he had to, no matter how long it took, she would trust him. She looked past Frank to stare at the back of his curly head and the briefest of smiles crossed her face.
But this was not Johnny’s time. It was Frank’s time. When he saw that flicker of a smile go across her face, Frank smiled back. “Looking forward to this, huh?”
Shaken out of her brief reverie, Elisa stuttered “Wh… what?” Frank was a large man with a beer belly and she could smell the alcohol on his breath, attesting to the activity that had caused the beer belly in the first place. He knelt between her knees and grabbed her hands, rubbing them along the insof hof his supremely hairy thighs. Disgusting. His cock sputtered into life as he moved her smooth hands all over himself. Frank pressed his mouth against hers, as though in passion, but Elisa couldn’t bring herself to play along and open her moto hto his, even through her tightly clenched lips his breath was evil, evil. Somehow she knew that Frank was the man she had to fear, just by the way he held her wrists to keep her stroking his erection, and the way he was forcing his tongue into her mouth. Moe had beaten her, Curly fucked her against a wall and yet… this was scarier, in a way.
“Lay down whore.” His voice was very very quiet. “What do you think you’re doing?” Elisa shrugged slightly as she obediently lay on the stained futon. “You are not helping me Elisa. I don’t like people who don’t help me. When I advance on you, you are to respond, or else you will not be happy. Do you understand me?” Elisa nodded, even though she didn’t. What was he talking about? “I’m going to come back into this cage, and I want you to be happy to see me. You are to seduce me. Are we clear?”
Frank pulled her to her feet and then went and came back in again. Withlighlightly wrinkled nose, Elisa docily kissed him first, and, fighthersherself, wrapped her arms around him ~it’s Johnny, she told herself. Just imagine that it is Johnny. ~ With that thought in mind became this cruel playacting became a lot easier. She kissed him deeper, imagining away the bad flavor that immeely ely invaded her mouth, imagined away the thick coarse coat of hair that furred Frank’s legs as she reached down to touch him. He bent his head to suck on her neck and she moaned softly “oh, Johnny…”
Frank straightened up, an unholy fire burning in his eyes. “What the fuck did you just say?” He advanced on her slowly. “Did you just call me”
“NO!” Elisa cut him off. “I called you honey, I did. Frank, Frank, why would I say anything else, when it’s you I want?” She had to protect Johnny. Otherwise, she’d be lost forever. Even to the point of debasing herself before this scum, she would not lose her hope of escaping. She went up to him and ran her fingers down his chest in a sensual motion. “Come on Frank. Come back to bed baby.”
The touch of her fingers on his nipples made Frank hard again. Man, this chick was easy to break. It had been what? 48 hours? And already she was begging for it. This experimens gos going better than he and the others could ever have imagined.
“You got it baby,” Frank cooed, his bad breath washing over her in waves. “Lay that sexy ass down for Frank baby. You’re gonna take this like the slut you are, you cum-sucking bitch.”
Elisa did her best to look expectant. Frank knelt between her knees and surveyed her body, teasing all the curves, making her squirm under his touch, sucking on her nipples. Elisa did her best to get into it, trying to get herself a little wetter before he began to fuck her, but this situation… she was terrified by the look in his eyes when she had said the wrong name. He would kill her, she knew, if she made one wrong move.
Frank pressed his body against hers—it had been such a long time since he’d had a woman, and such a sweet woman as this… he knew that he had never had anyone like this. ~She is mine~ he thought to himself, as he schedched his fingers over her breasts, across her soft belly loving the sharp intake of breath as he inflicted pain. He couldn’t wait any longer, and with a single thrust, he had pushed himself inside her. Oh god she was tight. He immediately began to hump her, fucking her wildly, banging her head against the back of the cage. He couldn’t even tell that she wasn’t too wet, he was so entranced by her gasps, which he recognized immediately as gasps of pain, pleapleasure. Fucking her harder, making her red marked breasts bounce like crazy, he breathed into her ear “Am I hurting you baby?” She nodded, her face contorted from trying to keep from crying out. He smiled darkly. “Good, you fucking whore, begging me for it. I can’t believe how bad you need cock.” He was all the way deep inside her, and the friction was burning her. “And its my cock you want, isn’t it? You want my cock, don’t you?” He pressed against her clitoris, which let a fresh wave of arousal through her, finally lubricating her, and she sighed in relief, which turned out to be exactly the right answer. Frank threw his head back and fucked her for a moment or two longer until he came deep within her.
He lay on top of her, breathing heavily, the acrid smell of his perspiration assailing her nose with the force of his entry below. She had to get away from this man. He would use her until she was as useless as a blowup doll. Her pussy ached inside out, and her skin felt bruised all over. Even her insides felt bruised. Why, why, why had this happened to her? She began to shake as the sense of degradation fell over her, a cold wave of horror splashing her in the face. The look on his face when she had sighed with his touch on her clit made her realize that she was completely dependent upon them. They owned her and her health and relative happiness depended upon her making them happy.
Was obedience the way to go? Should she play the game until Johnny was able to get her the hell out of here? Or should she fight them? After all, she had said the words, had begged three of the men to fuck her, and meant it at the time. Was she nothing more than their whore, a good little slut? Did she mind??? Elisa began to shake harder as tears coursed silently down her face.
The other men looked sideways at Johnny as he came back to their little ring of porn and cigarettes. “So?” Frank asked Johnny, a grim smile on his face. Johnny didn’t say anything, he just let a broad smile stretch across his face. He knew that Elisa couldn’t see his face, but could hear his voice, so he was very careful to make his excitement over that blow job sound as artificial as possible.
“Yeah, it was great. That little slut knows how to suck some cock.”
Frank grinned, a tight lecherous grin, and he got up, stretching his muscles. “Well, I think I’ll fuck her now, if you don’t mind. We should start taping soon you know.”
“I know,” Moe said. “We can start after you’re finished. I want her sopping wet already when we start filming.”
Frank came over to Elisa where she sat in a corner, hugging her knees to her chest, shivering a little, yet warmed inside, knowing that she was not alone, no matter what happened now. Johnny would save her, he had to, no matter how long it took, she would trust him. She looked past Frank to stare at the back of his curly head and the briefest of smiles crossed her face.
But this was not Johnny’s time. It was Frank’s time. When he saw that flicker of a smile go across her face, Frank smiled back. “Looking forward to this, huh?”
Shaken out of her brief reverie, Elisa stuttered “Wh… what?” Frank was a large man with a beer belly and she could smell the alcohol on his breath, attesting to the activity that had caused the beer belly in the first place. He knelt between her knees and grabbed her hands, rubbing them along the insof hof his supremely hairy thighs. Disgusting. His cock sputtered into life as he moved her smooth hands all over himself. Frank pressed his mouth against hers, as though in passion, but Elisa couldn’t bring herself to play along and open her moto hto his, even through her tightly clenched lips his breath was evil, evil. Somehow she knew that Frank was the man she had to fear, just by the way he held her wrists to keep her stroking his erection, and the way he was forcing his tongue into her mouth. Moe had beaten her, Curly fucked her against a wall and yet… this was scarier, in a way.
“Lay down whore.” His voice was very very quiet. “What do you think you’re doing?” Elisa shrugged slightly as she obediently lay on the stained futon. “You are not helping me Elisa. I don’t like people who don’t help me. When I advance on you, you are to respond, or else you will not be happy. Do you understand me?” Elisa nodded, even though she didn’t. What was he talking about? “I’m going to come back into this cage, and I want you to be happy to see me. You are to seduce me. Are we clear?”
Frank pulled her to her feet and then went and came back in again. Withlighlightly wrinkled nose, Elisa docily kissed him first, and, fighthersherself, wrapped her arms around him ~it’s Johnny, she told herself. Just imagine that it is Johnny. ~ With that thought in mind became this cruel playacting became a lot easier. She kissed him deeper, imagining away the bad flavor that immeely ely invaded her mouth, imagined away the thick coarse coat of hair that furred Frank’s legs as she reached down to touch him. He bent his head to suck on her neck and she moaned softly “oh, Johnny…”
Frank straightened up, an unholy fire burning in his eyes. “What the fuck did you just say?” He advanced on her slowly. “Did you just call me”
“NO!” Elisa cut him off. “I called you honey, I did. Frank, Frank, why would I say anything else, when it’s you I want?” She had to protect Johnny. Otherwise, she’d be lost forever. Even to the point of debasing herself before this scum, she would not lose her hope of escaping. She went up to him and ran her fingers down his chest in a sensual motion. “Come on Frank. Come back to bed baby.”
The touch of her fingers on his nipples made Frank hard again. Man, this chick was easy to break. It had been what? 48 hours? And already she was begging for it. This experimens gos going better than he and the others could ever have imagined.
“You got it baby,” Frank cooed, his bad breath washing over her in waves. “Lay that sexy ass down for Frank baby. You’re gonna take this like the slut you are, you cum-sucking bitch.”
Elisa did her best to look expectant. Frank knelt between her knees and surveyed her body, teasing all the curves, making her squirm under his touch, sucking on her nipples. Elisa did her best to get into it, trying to get herself a little wetter before he began to fuck her, but this situation… she was terrified by the look in his eyes when she had said the wrong name. He would kill her, she knew, if she made one wrong move.
Frank pressed his body against hers—it had been such a long time since he’d had a woman, and such a sweet woman as this… he knew that he had never had anyone like this. ~She is mine~ he thought to himself, as he schedched his fingers over her breasts, across her soft belly loving the sharp intake of breath as he inflicted pain. He couldn’t wait any longer, and with a single thrust, he had pushed himself inside her. Oh god she was tight. He immediately began to hump her, fucking her wildly, banging her head against the back of the cage. He couldn’t even tell that she wasn’t too wet, he was so entranced by her gasps, which he recognized immediately as gasps of pain, pleapleasure. Fucking her harder, making her red marked breasts bounce like crazy, he breathed into her ear “Am I hurting you baby?” She nodded, her face contorted from trying to keep from crying out. He smiled darkly. “Good, you fucking whore, begging me for it. I can’t believe how bad you need cock.” He was all the way deep inside her, and the friction was burning her. “And its my cock you want, isn’t it? You want my cock, don’t you?” He pressed against her clitoris, which let a fresh wave of arousal through her, finally lubricating her, and she sighed in relief, which turned out to be exactly the right answer. Frank threw his head back and fucked her for a moment or two longer until he came deep within her.
He lay on top of her, breathing heavily, the acrid smell of his perspiration assailing her nose with the force of his entry below. She had to get away from this man. He would use her until she was as useless as a blowup doll. Her pussy ached inside out, and her skin felt bruised all over. Even her insides felt bruised. Why, why, why had this happened to her? She began to shake as the sense of degradation fell over her, a cold wave of horror splashing her in the face. The look on his face when she had sighed with his touch on her clit made her realize that she was completely dependent upon them. They owned her and her health and relative happiness depended upon her making them happy.
Was obedience the way to go? Should she play the game until Johnny was able to get her the hell out of here? Or should she fight them? After all, she had said the words, had begged three of the men to fuck her, and meant it at the time. Was she nothing more than their whore, a good little slut? Did she mind??? Elisa began to shake harder as tears coursed silently down her face.