School Bus Blues
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
50,255
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.
8
Chapter 8
Elisa sat in her cage, feeling sticky and gross, but her eyes followed Johnny as he threw away all the leftover beer cans and cigarette butts. He moved slowly for such a young man, Elisa though her herself as she closed her eyes, and despite her state, fell immediately asleep, worn out.
Johnny wasn’t moving slowly for no reason at all. Johnny had the worst blue balls that he had ever had in his life. Standing by while he watched them all fuck her till she looked about ready to pass out was not his idea of a good time, unless he was watching on TV and was able to jerk it at the same time. All he could think about was her sucking his dick like no other until he came, and then drinking it all down like she wanted it. And she wanted it. He couldn’t believe that he could have that kind of effect on her. But he knew that he had to manipulate her very carefully. Otherwise all would be lost. Kindness was of paramount importance.
He didn’t wake her for a good six or seven hours. He too fell asleep, almost as uncomfortably on the couch, sleeping until 6 AM the next morning. She was still sleeping, curled up into a tight, shivering, naked ball. The jizz that had covered her was still visible in streaks, but it had dried hard on her body. He smiled, as he imagined that it was his jizz that he had shot all over her, while she begged for more. Ah, she was beautiful in this state, but it wasn’t his job to sit idly by and ogle her fantastic body. His job was to act the conscience-stricken guy who wanted nothing more but to help her achieve her freedom. Which in fact he almost did.
He had pushed the thought out of his mind the day before when it had first occurred to him. But now it was back and he had no reason to shake it off so he thought on it a bit more. Elisa had given him what was unequivocally the best blow job he’d ever had in his entire existence. He’d watched her fuck and it was clear that she was the fastest learner he’d ever seen. And her total dependence on him would make it all the easier for her to become his slave, and his only.
His.
But then there was that real psychological pleasure in making her depend on him, making her love him even as he used and abused her, finally taking part in the most brutal gang bang he and the others could conceive of. The thought gave him a hard on. Seeing her squirm, and scream, and cry out, and look at him as though completely defeated, totally resigned to her fate as theirs. That word, “theirs” some how wasn’t as appealing as the “mine,” but without the others there would be no chick ang ang at all. He owed them that blow job, and he couldn’t deny it. But what if the others were plotting against him? What if they were all formulating their own plans against him, and intended to take her as their own. Wasn’t Frank insisting that she was his yesterday? And Jose? And she had begged Curly to fuck her too.
What a fucking whore, he reflected as he looked with satisfaction down at her body. And at some point she will be mine.
“Elisa, sweetheart, why don’t you get up now?”
~Authors note: I know, i know, no sex in this chapter. But somehow, i think the psychological process that goes on in Johnny's head is somehow more brutal, and a little hotter. What say you? Are you content with the fucking or do you want a story?~
Elisa sat in her cage, feeling sticky and gross, but her eyes followed Johnny as he threw away all the leftover beer cans and cigarette butts. He moved slowly for such a young man, Elisa though her herself as she closed her eyes, and despite her state, fell immediately asleep, worn out.
Johnny wasn’t moving slowly for no reason at all. Johnny had the worst blue balls that he had ever had in his life. Standing by while he watched them all fuck her till she looked about ready to pass out was not his idea of a good time, unless he was watching on TV and was able to jerk it at the same time. All he could think about was her sucking his dick like no other until he came, and then drinking it all down like she wanted it. And she wanted it. He couldn’t believe that he could have that kind of effect on her. But he knew that he had to manipulate her very carefully. Otherwise all would be lost. Kindness was of paramount importance.
He didn’t wake her for a good six or seven hours. He too fell asleep, almost as uncomfortably on the couch, sleeping until 6 AM the next morning. She was still sleeping, curled up into a tight, shivering, naked ball. The jizz that had covered her was still visible in streaks, but it had dried hard on her body. He smiled, as he imagined that it was his jizz that he had shot all over her, while she begged for more. Ah, she was beautiful in this state, but it wasn’t his job to sit idly by and ogle her fantastic body. His job was to act the conscience-stricken guy who wanted nothing more but to help her achieve her freedom. Which in fact he almost did.
He had pushed the thought out of his mind the day before when it had first occurred to him. But now it was back and he had no reason to shake it off so he thought on it a bit more. Elisa had given him what was unequivocally the best blow job he’d ever had in his entire existence. He’d watched her fuck and it was clear that she was the fastest learner he’d ever seen. And her total dependence on him would make it all the easier for her to become his slave, and his only.
His.
But then there was that real psychological pleasure in making her depend on him, making her love him even as he used and abused her, finally taking part in the most brutal gang bang he and the others could conceive of. The thought gave him a hard on. Seeing her squirm, and scream, and cry out, and look at him as though completely defeated, totally resigned to her fate as theirs. That word, “theirs” some how wasn’t as appealing as the “mine,” but without the others there would be no chick ang ang at all. He owed them that blow job, and he couldn’t deny it. But what if the others were plotting against him? What if they were all formulating their own plans against him, and intended to take her as their own. Wasn’t Frank insisting that she was his yesterday? And Jose? And she had begged Curly to fuck her too.
What a fucking whore, he reflected as he looked with satisfaction down at her body. And at some point she will be mine.
“Elisa, sweetheart, why don’t you get up now?”
~Authors note: I know, i know, no sex in this chapter. But somehow, i think the psychological process that goes on in Johnny's head is somehow more brutal, and a little hotter. What say you? Are you content with the fucking or do you want a story?~