Bus driver and his two friends trick Emma into a school bus that has been converted into a rape bus.
This story is a work of fiction, and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
The Rape Bus
Part 1
Chapter 1: “It pays to be polite.”
It was a cold and dark December morning, and Jake had just turned the ignition on in the school bus he was scheduled to drive.
The sun hadn’t yet risen over the horizon, and he was sitting quietly, drinking his coffee and waiting for the inside of the bus to warm up.
After a quick look at his watch, he started on his route.
Jake was hired as a temporary high school bus driver in September, and, for the most part, it was a boring job.
The kids were nice, but the repetition of the route was boring.
The only thing he looked forward to was his first pickup of the day, a high school senior named Emma.
He could see her now as he approached her stop.
Emma had long curly blonde hair that cascaded down over her shoulders and down to her waist.
Today, she was wearing a short puffer jacket that thankfully didn’t cover her perfect, round and full ass that looked like it would rip open her too-tight yoga pants.
The 18-year-old had a body that was to die for and an adorable face that would melt any man’s heart.
Unfortunately for men everywhere, though, Emma was a total bitch.
This snotty teen had never responded to Jake’s friendly “good mornings” or “hello’s” in the last few months.
Instead, she utterly ignored him, keeping her face glued to her phone and always wearing headphones over her ears.
As far as Jake knew, she had never even looked at him.
But Jake always looked at Emma.
When he first saw her in September, the weather was much warmer.
Although she always wore yoga pants or leggings, back then, she often wore low-cut shirts that did little to hide the curves of her large breasts, which always bounced up and down while she stepped up the bus stairs.
The perfume she wore was like an aphrodisiac to him.
After she passed by him, he enjoyed watching the cheeks of her ass move beneath her almost sheer leggings while she walked to her usual seat at the back of the bus.
Today was no different from any other.
The bus doors parted, and since Emma was looking down at her phone, Jake only saw her Ugg boots and blond hair ascend the stairs.
Sadly, her jacket completely covered her breasts, and they gave him no entertainment today.
“Good morning,” he offered.
As always, silence was her only reply.
Jake closed the door and drove to the next pickup without bothering to turn around to look at her delicious butt.
He didn’t have to anymore.
Since he had installed a few cameras in the bus for his “safety”, Jake would just review how deep her yoga pants were in between the cheeks of her ass later.
Unfortunately for Jake, after returning the bus to the depot, he was informed that he would be laid off at the end of the week.
The driver he had been filling in for was able to work again, and despite how well Jake had performed, they didn’t have any work to give him.
Chapter 2: “Aim high”
A week later, Jake was sitting with two of his friends, Mitch and Alan, on an outside bench at Alan’s junkyard.
All three were drinking beers while watching a few cars going through an industrial shredder.
“Well, that sucks,” Mitch said after hearing about his friend’s job loss.
“Yeah, but I don’t really care too much. The only thing I’m going to miss is that blonde’s tits and ass,” Jake replied.
“I hear you! Some of those pics and vids you showed us are phenomenal,” Alan said.
“There were four steps on that bus. Those four fucking steps used to make her big tits fucking dance under her T-shirts whenever she wasn’t wearing a jacket. D-cup, at least. Maybe even E’s. Fuuuck! I would have loved to give them a squeeze. Or, better yet, a titfuck.” Jake said before throwing his empty bottle into a pile of scrap.
“Tits are fun, but I’m going to miss new pics of her ass more,” Mitch said.
“Wait a minute. Jake, did you say that she was the first stop on your bus route?” Alan asked.
“Yeah, so?” Jake answered.
“So, we know exactly where and what time this bitch is going to be every day?” Alan asked with a nod to Mitch.
“Yeah,” Jake replied.
“And alone. And so early in the morning that it’s almost dark?” Mitch added after understanding where Alan was going with his questions.
“Yeah?” Jake said, not comprehending what his friends were asking him.
All three men were in their late thirties, single and were no strangers to the law.
Mitch was a guy you hired for either protection or revenge who had also successfully avoided jail time for several rapes he committed, but did do some time for almost killing a guy.
In addition to running a legal junkyard and auto repair shop, Alan ran a chop shop for stolen cars and was a reseller for stolen catalytic converters.
Jake was a handyman who returned after the job was done to steal from the houses he worked on.
He only took the bus driving job to earn some money under the table and to scope out potential homes that he could rob on his route.
Whenever one of them had a date who was too drunk to resist or argue, a call went out to the others to join in on a gang rape on an unconscious victim.
“We could drive by in a van and grab her,” Mitch said.
“Where can we take her, though? Or are you thinking about just fucking her in the van? We can take out the back seat, maybe. Put in an air mattress or something,” Alan said.
“Where does she live? We’ll need to map out all the routes to stay off the main roads,” Mitch added.
“Shit! I got a place. Old man Nelson’s farm. Nelson died a few years ago. I towed his truck away last month. House is locked up, but the barn isn’t,” Alan offered.
Finally, Jake started laughing after figuring out what his friends were talking about and planning.
He stood up, pointed to a vehicle in the junkyard and said, “No! No van. Fuck that. We’re using that fucking thing. For over three months, I wanted to fuck that blonde bitch in the back of the bus, and by fuck, that’s what we’re going to use!”
His two friends smiled as they looked at what Jake was pointing at, and they all started laughing when they saw that it was the battered hulk of an abandoned yellow school bus.
“Does that fucking thing work?” Jake asked Alan.
“It will run. Never pass a safety inspection, though. The frame and floor are full of holes. All the seats in the back half are moldy as fuck, too,” he answered.
“Dude, there’s no way she’s going to get into that wreck,” Mitch said while laughing.
“She never looks at the bus. She never even looks up. She’s a total bitch. All we have to do is paint the front and the passenger side yellow. We’ll rip out the back seats and put in a bed frame with a mattress,” Jake said.
“Ok, we’ll try it. Let's spend a week trying to fix it up and see what we get. Might work. If not, we go back to the van idea,” Alan suggested.
“Deal!” the other two replied.
Chapter 3: “Hard work pays off”
By the end of the week, the three of them had transformed a late-model school bus that was drivable enough for their plans.
They had spray-painted most of the body with cheap yellow paint and used black paint on *********** areas to match, as best they could, the bus fleet currently servicing the town’s schools.
They removed all the moldy bench seats in the back half and welded a metal bed frame to the floor in their place.
“Damn, it doesn’t look half bad, and power washing the whole inside got rid of the horrible smell,” Jake said.
“Yeah, the doors open and close smoothly, and I think the heat even works. No wipers, though. We’ll have to make sure it doesn’t rain on the day we pick her up,” Mitch added.
“Yeah, it’s practically in mint condition. We’ll just ignore the fact that a third of the floor and walls are plywood, and most of the roof is held on by ratchet straps,” laughed Alan.
“Like you said, that just makes it easier to take apart for scrap when we’re done with it,” said Jake.
“So, assuming it all goes as planned, where are we taking this bitch?” asked Mitch.
“Old man Nelson’s farm is still the best bet. We can drive the bus into the barn, close the doors, and no one will see us. Not that anyone will. The house is two miles off the main road, and it’s a private road, so no cops will be on it,” Alan said.
“You don’t think this is too crazy, Jake? Once she says it was a school bus, cops are going to come looking for you since you used to be a driver,” cautioned Mitch.
“Not an issue. They paid me in cash and under the table. I gave them a false name and address like I always do for these temp jobs,” Jake answered.
“And by the time the cops investigate the current driver and find him innocent, the bus will be shredded, sold and transported a few states away,” offered Alan.
“Guys, check this out. I made us all disguises,” Jake said as he held a strange-looking object before his friends.
In his hand was a modified Groucho glasses mask.
It was a one-piece, cheap plastic object consisting of a black fuzzy mustache, a huge pink nose, lensless glasses, and huge black bushy eyebrows.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Alan said with a laugh.
“I love it. Guarantee that young bitch has never heard of Groucho. It will freak her out. Too funny!” Mitch said.
“I glued foam around all the plastic that touches our skin so it’s comfortable, and I used some old stretchy fabric that wraps around the head to keep it on rather than relying on the hard plastic curled around our ears. Fits nice and tight,” Jake added.
“So, Tuesday, like we agreed?” asked Mitch.
“Yes. We’ll see you next Tuesday, Emma!” Jake yelled out loud, which got them all laughing.
Chapter 4: “Situational Awareness is key”
It was an unusually warm early winter morning, and Emma was standing at her bus stop and looking at her phone while bitching to her best friend, Katie, about how she hated that her parents were still making her take a bus to school.
“This is bullshit. I’m eighteen! I’m sick of taking the bus like a loser. They should buy me a fucking car, and not with the condition that I get a job first. Right? I know. Seriously. They want to teach me about money? Fuck that. I have to sit with a bunch of smelly freshmen, gross!” the angry blonde said earnestly.
Out of the corner of her eye, Emma saw the headlights and the faint yellow color of her bus approaching in the semi-darkness, but then her attention focused on the series of quick videos that were sent from her friend, which were playing on her phone.
“Fucking school bus! I’m so sick of this shit,” she thought when it stopped in front of her like always.
Above her phone screen, her blue eyes saw the doors open, and she started up the steps.
Emma walked seven rows into the bus before noticing something was wrong.
“Where are the seats in the back? What’s up with the bed?” she said with annoyance as she turned back to yell at the bus driver.
That was when the driver, who had snuck up behind her, savagely pushed her body forward until she fell face down onto the bed in the middle of the bus.
Another man was waiting for her there, grabbed her phone, and smashed it into pieces.
Both men were wearing what she thought were comical and yet also grotesque-looking Halloween masks.
While Emma struggled to comprehend what was happening, she saw the bus driver pull what she thought was a gun, so she quickly got up on her hands and knees to escape out of the back of the bus.
Unfortunately for the terrified teen, the driver was holding a stun gun, and her actions only gave him her pear-shaped ass as a perfect target.
Her almost sheer and skin-tight leggings offered her no protection from the 50,000 volts emitted from three darts that shot out of the gun and stuck in her ass.
Unable to move her limbs, Emma watched helplessly as the men removed her jacket, leggings, socks, boots, tee shirt, bra and panties before they bound her face down on the bed by her wrists that were tied to the metal bed frame.
Once she regained the use of her limbs, the terrified blonde started to struggle against her bonds, but she was held fast.
Emma started screaming for help while her head whipped side to side as she watched in horror at the two men on either side of her, just staring down at her while wearing those creepy masks.
Then her eyes went wide when one of them began taking off his clothes.
Chapter 5: “Anticipation makes pleasure more intense”
Jake’s body was shaking while he drove the school bus down the street, but it wasn’t from being nervous about what was about to happen.
No, it was from pure, unbridled excitement.
Every time he drove over a bump or a pothole in the road, the almost non-existent shocks caused the bus to bounce up and down, and so did the 8-inch hard-on in his pants.
Then, he saw her in the distance.
Her long blonde hair practically shone like a beacon in the early morning darkness.
Jake’s heart started beating faster in anticipation.
“Target in sight, boys! Stick to the plan!” Jake called out to his two friends, who were crouched down in hiding between the seats.
Jake opened the school bus doors and held his breath.
“Would this snotty bitch do what she had done every day for the past three months?” he thought to himself.
And then, she did.
He saw her Ugg boots and the top of her blonde head rise up the steps while her face was glued to her phone screen like always.
Jake stood up when she passed him while pulling a black blanket off Alan, which had been keeping his friend hidden behind the driver’s seat.
Alan then took Jake’s place and was shifting into first gear when Emma turned around in confusion to ask about the bed and missing seats.
Jake resisted the urge to grab her in a crushing bear hug, stayed with the plan, and shoved her face forward onto the bed that was welded to the open area in the middle of the bus.
Now, while she was on her hands and knees, Jake was looking at a pair of perfectly full and round ass cheeks that were only covered by a paper-thin stretchy fabric.
While never taking his eyes off where he thought her tiny butt-hole was, Jake shot her with the stun gun he was holding, which made her body go limp instantly.
They had less than two minutes before Emma would regain the use of her limbs.
In that time, Jake stripped her completely naked while Mitch covered her eyes with a blindfold.
After that, Mitch tied her wrists together and then, with a new strap, tied her wrists over her head to the bed frame while she was face down on the mattress.
For the past several months, Jake had been jerking off to the thoughts of him peeling her skin-tight leggings down and over her full ass and curvy legs, and now he was doing it for real.
To his great joy, his imagination didn’t even come close.
Reality was so much better!
Emma’s butt had always been full and round in her yoga pants, but once Jake pulled the tight material down over the curves of her ass, it expanded and looked even more luscious.
The teen’s black G-string and matching black bra came off next.
For one quick moment, Jake squeezed her big tits from behind like he was milking them, but then regretfully let them go.
He only had a few more seconds before she was able to move herself, and he wanted to be in position before that happened.
After quickly stripping himself naked, Jake straddled the closed legs of her prone, sexy body and used his two hands to spread her plump ass cheeks out wide to see the tiny rosebud of her asshole.
Then, as they had planned, Mitch took that moment to help his friend and squeezed a good amount of lube directly on top of the blonde teen’s exposed anus and then stepped back to watch the show.
Jake held his hard-on in one hand as he slammed himself down on top of her while ramming ½ of his 8-inch cock into the high school girl’s virgin asshole on the first shove.
It was then that Emma fully regained control of her limbs, but moving wasn’t the first thing she did.
Instead, she was screaming at the top of her lungs in agony from the sudden and violent anal intrusion into her body.
“Want me to gag her?” Mitch asked.
“No way. I love it. Nobody can hear her anyway. The bus is louder than she is,” Jake replied with a grin under his fake bushy black mustache before shoving his 195 lb body down on top of her to fully embed his entire 8-inch cock inside her ass.
“Arrrrrhhhggg! Oh, MY GOD! Noooooo! Stoooppp! PLEASE!” Emma screamed over and over while Jake jackhammered his cock into her once tiny anal ring to his heart’s content.
“Oh, fuck yeah! What a tight fucking ass!” Jake yelled out loud.
Jack lifted himself up like he was doing a pushup so that only his cockhead was in her ass and then threw himself down on top of her to fill her ass up again.
He repeated that motion dozens and dozens of times.
Over and over and over…
He reveled in feeling her soft ass mold itself into every contour of his groin each time he pounded down on her.
The smell of her sweet perfume, which he breathed in while his face was buried in the blonde hair around her shoulders, intoxicated him.
When Jack suddenly felt his balls start to tighten, he stopped because he wanted this exquisite moment to last and then collapsed on top of her.
While he was sucking on her neck and his mouth was next to her ear, Jack said, “You like this, bitch? You like my dick up your ass? Tell me you love it! Tell me to fuck your ass harder!”
Ignoring her pain and giving no thought to the many painful ways that her rapist might respond, Emma angrily replied, “ Fuck you! I hate you! I’m going to fucking kill you for this!”
At that, Jack sat up without ever taking his cock out of her ass.
Now he was sitting on her thighs with both hands massaging her ass.
Emma never stopped screaming insults and threats at him.
That is, not until Jack hit her in the back of her head with his fist and knocked her senseless with one punch.
But that wasn’t the only punch the now enraged 37-year-old delivered.
He proceeded to rain equally powerful blows all over her shoulders, back, sides, hips and ass until the teen started screaming out what Jake had ordered her to say.
“I’m sorry! Fuck me! Fuck my ass harder! I love it! Please!” Emma screamed hysterically with tears running down her face.
“That’s more like it,” Jack said with a smirk.
Since Emma was blindfolded and kept her face on the mattress, he took off his mask.
Jack didn’t want the mask to distract him from seeing clearly what he had been dreaming about.
After that, he put both his hands on her now bright red and sore shoulders.
Then he used that grip on her body as leverage while he fucked her ass as hard and as fast as he possibly could.
It was like Jack was possessed by a demon who wanted nothing other than fuck this blonde teenager’s ass until it was destroyed.
Jack didn’t know where or even who he was at this point.
All he knew was that he was about to cum.
He sat back up on her thighs again and paused while he felt like his cock was going to explode from the pressure inside it.
He closed his eyes, and all he saw in his mind was the sexy leggings-covered teen ass he had been lusting after for months.
He opened his eyes, and there it was, but real and naked, with his cock buried to the hilt inside it.
Jack fell on her again and experienced the most astounding orgasm he had ever experienced in his life.
Suddenly, and only to him, every noise in the bus went silent.
Even Emma's screams, which had turned into one long, piercing shriek of agony, were silenced.
He could feel himself ejaculating inside her.
Five, six, seven times.
It felt endless.
It felt like he was urinating his cum inside her colon.
Jack didn’t think he passed out, but it took Mitch’s gentle nudge to bring him back to reality.
“Dude, it’s my turn. Hold her legs while I take off my clothes. I want her in the same position,” Mitch asked him, smiling in anticipation.
Jake did as his friend asked, holding poor Emma still on her belly with a firm grip on the back of her calves.
The anally raped teen only moaned pitifully and softly begged them to take her home.
Unfortunately for her, everything she said was like music to both men’s ears.
In moments, Mitch was naked and tapped Jake on the shoulder and said, “Thanks, dude. Can you free her from the bed but keep her wrists tied together,” before sitting on her thighs like Jake had been doing earlier.
“Holy shit! I’m glad I went first. You’re going to tear her open with that thing,” Jake said after Mitch’s massive 11-inch-long cock entirely covered the crack of Emma’s ass from top to bottom with a few inches left to hover over her lower back.
“That’s the goal, my friend,” Mitch said, handing Jake his mask from the mattress and taking off his own.
Despite being close friends and the same age, Jake always felt small and intimidated next to Mitch and not just from comparing dick sizes.
Jake was 5’11” and in pretty good shape, but Mitch was 6’6”, 280lbs and built like a tank.
A tank that was also covered in tattoos.
Even Mitch’s bald head had a few.
He intimidated everyone, which is why any private security company easily employed him despite his lengthy arrest record and relatively short prison time.
Jake held on to the inside of the bus to keep his balance while getting dressed as the vehicle continued on its way to Nelson’s barn.
Jake used Emma’s T-shirt to wipe the small traces of her blood and shit off his half-hard dick before pulling up his pants.
From how close the trees were to the bus, he could see that they were definitely off the main road and nearing their destination.
The sight before him on the bed was so erotic that Jake felt his cock start to wake up.
Each of Mitch’s hands was large enough to encompass the entirety of one of Emma’s ass cheeks, and he wasted no time in squeezing them hard with the sole purpose of making her cry out in pain.
Emma stood 5’7” and weighed 135 lbs.
She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either.
Jake thought that she definitely had the look of a teen girl who would gain 15 lbs during her freshman year of college, spend the rest of her life trying to lose it and fail miserably.
But right now, she was a perfect female specimen.
A perfect female specimen that, next to Mitch, looked like a child’s toy which was about to be maliciously broken.
Chapter 6: “What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.”
Mitch held his 11” cock by its thick base and easily pushed the first few inches into her now bright-red and cum lubricated asshole with the intent to only pull out an inch before moving forward again 2 inches until the whole thing was inside her.
In addition to being longer than Jake’s, Mitch’s penis was also thicker.
Jake’s anal rape had loosened the blonde’s asshole enough so that the first 4 inches gained entry with little difficulty, but every inch after that was a struggle.
When Mitch reached the 6-inch mark, Jake saw the teen lift her head, eyes and mouth wide open in shock.
At the 7th inch, Emma started to squeal and shake her head from side to side while saying “no” over and over again.
At the 8th inch, she was hyperventilating and desperately trying to move her body forward and away from the agonizing and growing pain in her anus, but Mitch’s weight on her thighs kept her solidly in place.
At the 9-inch mark, Emma’s body was thrashing around wildly while she screamed incoherently.
At the 10-inch mark, Mitch removed his grip around the base of his cock and laid on top of the blonde teen in a pushup position with his legs on either side of her thighs.
At this point, from Jake’s viewing position of looking down on the bed, all he could see of Emma were her feet and the bottom halves of both her calves spasming helplessly.
Mitch’s massive frame completely hid the rest of her.
Jake saw his friend lift his 280 lb muscular mass off the prone teen’s body as Mitch prepared to impale his entire monster-sized cock into her ass with one final shove.
Mitch hadn’t said a word this whole time, and Jake held his breath in anticipation.
Neither one had noticed that Alan had stopped the bus a few minutes earlier, once they were on the private road.
Alan was standing on the other side of the bed with a big smile on his face.
He had been watching the action as best he could in the bus’s rearview mirror, but he didn’t want to miss what was going to happen next.
Mitch moved his hips up until only the head of his cock was left in Emma’s asshole.
Then, Mitch used every ounce of muscle in his body to force his pelvis down to savagely embed his 11-inch cock entirely inside the ass of the helpless blonde high school teenager beneath him.
The amount of force he used caused several things to happen all at once.
The bus shook like it had been hit from behind in an auto accident, causing one of the plywood sheets covering a hole inside to come loose and slam to the floor.
There were several loud cracking noises that the men later learned were the welds holding the metal bed frame to the floor breaking.
And the sudden agony caused Emma to lose control of her bladder and urinate on the mattress while passing out.
Unfortunately for Emma, her being unconscious was not an issue for Mitch, who immediately began to rapidly thrust his cock in and out of her ass as hard as he could.
“Hold shit, dude!” Jack exclaimed.
“Fuuuck, I hope you didn’t kill her. I don’t want to fuck a corpse. I will, but I don’t want to,” Alan laughed while getting back into the driver’s seat and starting to drive to the barn.
The private road was in poor condition, and Alan had to drive slowly to avoid several potholes that might have disabled the bus.
Thus, it took almost 15 minutes before they reached Nelson’s abandoned farmhouse.
During that time, Mitch never stopped fucking Emma’s ass.
Jake knew that Mitch was experienced with raping women; they all were, but he never considered the absolute brutality that his friend’s large size and strength let him achieve.
While keeping her impaled on his dick, he saw Mitch toss Emma’s body around on the bed like she was a rag doll.
Emma was still on her stomach with Mitch sitting on her thighs, and he grabbed her by both of her shoulders and bent her backward until her back was touching his chest.
A 38-year-old woman wouldn’t have that kind of flexibility.
It would have broken her back.
A 28-year-old would have been severely injured.
But Emma’s 18-year-old and limber body could be positioned in any way Mitch forced it to go with ease.
Then he pulled his cock out of her, stood up, lifted her ass up to his chest by her hips and then bent her in half until her tits were pressed into her thighs before squeezing her with his arms as hard as he could.
At that moment, Jake then noticed that Mitch’s entire 11-inch cock was covered in Emma’s anal blood.
With a huge smile, Mitch used his massive arms to squeeze the two halves of Emma’s body together for no other reason than to hurt her.
If Emma could have breathed at all during the several minutes in his grip, she would have screamed.
The sweat that was covering most of Emma’s body made her slippery, which caused Mitch to lose his grip, and the barely conscious teen fell to the floor.
This only enraged Mitch, and he grabbed her by the neck and an ankle, lifted her over his head and draped her naked body over his broad shoulders like she was a scarf.
When he started to squeeze and fold her body around his shoulders while in this position, Emma started screaming in pain.
That was when he threw her face down on the bed and began to anally rape her again.
Several minutes later, Alan said, “Gentlemen, we have arrived.”
“Ug. Yeah. Uh! I need. Ten more. Minutes,” Mitch said each word after plunging in and out of Emma’s ass.
“No problem, buddy. Help me with the barn doors,” Alan said to Jake.
At the back of the bus, Jake picked up one of the coolers filled with beer and followed his friend out.
They left Mitch to finish raping the teen blonde in the bus while they explored the barn.
As Alan had said, the property had been abandoned for a few years.
The barn was almost a hundred yards away from the farmhouse, and most of the surrounding grounds were covered with chest-high grass and weeds.
The barn itself was in poor shape.
A fallen tree had destroyed the back corner and left a massive hole in the roof, but it served the purpose of giving them a place to hide the bus from anyone who happened to be in the area.
Jake opened the barn doors wide, Alan drove the bus in, and then both men explored the interior of the barn while Mitch finished raping Emma.
Chapter 7: “It’s Miller time!”
Jake and Alan found some old wicker chairs in one of the horse stalls in the barn and were sitting in them while drinking.
They were both laughing while watching the bus shake back and forth slightly from the force that Mitch was using against Emma’s body to rape her ass.
Occasionally, they heard her scream something, but neither one could tell if it was a word or if it was just a sound of pain.
Soon, the bus stopped rocking, and they heard a low guttural yell that told them that Mitch was done and that he had deposited his cum deep inside the blonde teen’s colon.
A few minutes later, Mitch walked out of the bus, sat in an empty chair next to his friends and was handed a cold can of beer.
Mitch was still naked, and, as Jake had noticed before, his half-hard dick was covered in Emma’s blood.
“Is she alive?” Alan asked, only half-jokingly.
“I think so. God-damn-it! That was fantastic! Love the bus idea, Jake. That made it really special somehow. More evil, maybe?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Yeah, tricking her like that with the bus elevated the whole typical gang rape thing to a higher level,” Jake replied.
“Well, now it’s my turn. I don’t think I’m going to fuck her ass after you two, though. I’d probably fall in if I tried that now!” Alan joked while standing up.
“Dude, I cleaned all the blood off her ass and thighs with baby wipes. She should look good for you,” Mitch said.
“You’re a prince, my friend. A fucking prince among men. Thanks,” Alan laughed while putting on his disguise.
When Alan got into the bus, Emma was weeping while curled up in a fetal position on the bed.
While he was getting undressed, he could see a little trail of blood that was leaking out of her asshole, but as Mitch had told him, the rest of her body was clean.
She didn’t move at all while Alan was getting into bed with her.
He figured she was in some kind of shock after all the trauma she had just gone through.
When he rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between her spread-out thighs, the blonde teen offered no resistance and only stared blankly at the roof of the bus.
That was fine by Alan.
He preferred that the women he had sex with were drunk or passed out.
Women were just cock-sleaves to him, and having to please them back in any way was just a waste of time, in his opinion.
“Perfect,” he said after he pushed Emma’s bound hands over her head, and they stayed still where they fell.
This was Alan’s first close look at their captive teen, and he paused to soak everything in.
Emma’s wrists were red and raw from struggling against the ropes that bound them together.
Her curly blonde hair was matted from sweat against her face.
His rough hands cupped and gently squeezed her round and firm grapefruit-sized breasts that were shaking like Jell-O on her chest as she breathed.
Alan was a breast man, and he always could guess the size of a woman’s tits correctly.
“34-D. Maybe 35. No, I’m calling it, 34-D,” he whispered while pinching both her tiny and erect nipples.
Alan would be sucking on them every second he was fucking her.
“If you thought your ass hurt, wait until I’m done sucking on those melons. You won’t want to put a bra on for a week!” Alan told her with glee.
His hands moved down, and he felt all her ribs running under his fingers before he gripped both her slightly flared hips.
The teen had a small and trimmed triangle of pubic hair above her slit that was as soft and as blonde as the hair on her head.
The back of Alan’s hands then ran down along her inner thighs before grasping her under her knees and spreading her legs out even wider.
Alan took his erect 6-inch cock and moved the head up and down against her slit to get it wet and to open her up a little.
Then he lowered himself down on top of the traumatized teen.
“Here we go,” he said quietly while inserting himself inside her pussy and just before getting as much of one of her tits in his mouth as humanly possible and then savagely biting down.
End of Part 1
Part 2
Chapter 8 “Out of the frying pan and into the fire”
A strange noise woke Larry up.
“Shit, is that a car? Is someone coming to the house?” he said before stumbling as fast as he could to the nearest window.
No car in sight.
Out of the corner of his eye, though, he saw the barn door close shut.
“What the fuck? Who’s in the barn?” Larry thought to himself.
Larry opened the window a little in hopes he’d be able to hear them.
The barn was far away, but he thought he could hear something.
“A scream? Was that a scream? Sounded like a girl, too. Shit! Something’s going on,” Larry said to himself.
After confirming that someone was having some kind of sex in the barn, he went to wake Cooper up in the room next to his.
“Cooper! Wake up. We have guests,” Larry said.
“Who? Cops?” he asked his friend in fear.
“I don’t think so. Someone’s fucking the shit out of a girl in the barn from the sound of it,” Larry replied.
“Nice! Is she hot?” Cooper said with a grin.
“I never saw her. Or anyone. Barn door closed by the time I woke up,” he answered.
“Let's just stay out of sight and see what happens. If we scare them off, they might tell the cops we’re in the house. I don’t want to get arrested two days before we take that bus down South for the winter,” Cooper suggested.
“When are the other guys coming back?” Larry asked.
“Not until sundown, I think,” Cooper answered.
“Fuck, I’m going back to sleep then,” Larry said.
Larry and Cooper were two of five homeless men in their fifties who had been squatting in Nelson’s house for the past two months.
Three hours later, Larry woke up and asked Cooper if he had seen anyone yet.
“Saw three guys while they were each taking a piss on the side of the barn. One guy is a fucking monster, though. Huge as fuck. We don’t want to mess with him. No sign of the girl. She was doing some wild screaming earlier, though. They’re definitely raping some bitch. Maybe more than one. Who knows?” Cooper answered.
“Shit! Think they’ll let us have a go with her if we ask them?” Larry wondered.
“Not if they plan on killing her after. If they do, they’re going to kill us too if we’re witnesses,” Cooper warned.
“Didn’t think of that. That’s why you’re the boss,” Larry said.
“Wait, what’s that sound? Shit, was that a whip? Are they whipping her now?” Larry asked in excitement.
“From her screams, it sounds like it. Lucky bastards. I wonder what she looks like?” Cooper wondered.
“I bet she has big tits!” Larry said.
“How old do you think?” Cooper asked.
“Mid-twenties? Maybe a MILF?” Larry guessed.
“I’m going to say a college girl. No! A college cheerleader! Maybe high school. Yeah, whipping a cheerleader would be amazing,” Cooper said while rubbing his crotch.
It was another three hours of random female screams before the two men heard the familiar sound of an engine starting.
While hiding themselves as best they could, they each peeked out a dirty window and saw the barn doors open.
After an old and beat-up school bus rumbled out of the barn, a man closed the doors, got in the bus, and it drove down the driveway.
“It’s a fucking school bus! Holy shit! She could be a high school cheerleader!” Cooper started laughing.
“Let’s see if they left anything behind, like a dead body,” Larry suggested.
“Good idea,” Cooper agreed.
Both men opened the barn doors and expected to see some kind of horrific bloody crime scene.
But to their joy and amazement, what they saw instead was a naked 18-year-old blonde beauty tied by her wrists to a rusted hunk of farm machinery.
Her hair was a mess, and there were long red whip marks that were crisscrossed all over her body, which only made her look even hotter to her two “rescuers”.
She was kneeling on the wooden floor of the barn, desperately trying to untie a long rope of knots that bound her wrists together.
“Help me, please! Help me!” she cried when she saw the two men enter the barn.
“It’s ok, darling. We’re here to help you. What happened? What’s your name? Who did this to you?” Cooper asked with fake concern while he tried his best not to stare at her large boobs that were bouncing back and forth while she struggled.
Thinking that these men were good and decent, Emma relaxed slightly and said sadly, “I’m Emma. Three men. No, three monsters. I don’t know who they were. They, they, they raped me!”
Larry knelt down behind her, smelled her hair and pressed the erection under his pants into her soft ass while he pretended that he was trying to help her with the knots.
“Why so many knots? This is weird,” Larry asked.
“They said, they said that by the time I untied myself and walked back to the main road, they would be gone and the police would never find them! Please, call the police and cut me loose. We can’t let them get away!” Emma said, on the verge of hysterics.
In a short time, Emma was freed from the ropes binding her to the machinery, but they lied and told her that they had to cut the ropes that held her wrists together with a knife.
“Ok, darling. We have a knife and a phone in the house. And some warm clothes for you too. It’s a short walk. We’ll help you get there,” Cooper said while propping the teen up with his arm around her back and by her side.
If Emma noticed that Cooper’s hand was also cupping the under part of one of her breasts and squeezing to his heart’s content, she didn’t make a sign.
As they walked her back to the house, Larry said, “I checked the barn. There’s no trace of anything belonging to the girl. Those guys clean up after themselves.”
“Good for them and good for us,” Cooper replied with a laugh.
Emma was about to ask what that meant, but Cooper continued, “Those guys were real assholes, darling. It’s starting to get dark. By the time you freed yourself, you would have been walking naked in the dark. It’s going to be mighty cold tonight, too. You might have died or gotten eaten by wolves. Good thing we found you. You owe us, right?”
“Yes, thank you. But what do you mean, I owe you? What are your names again? Where are we?” Emma asked as she started to sense that there was something wrong with her two rescuers.
Cooper ignored her, “We have to use the back door of the house. I don’t have the front door key with me. We have to get you ready. The others will be here soon.”
“Wait, what others? What’s happening?” Emma thought to herself, but she was too tired and weak to ask questions or resist in any way.
After quickly pushing the bewildered high school girl through a filthy kitchen, Cooper lied and said, “Sorry, the house is such a mess, my wife is not a very good cleaner. Let's go to my daughter’s bedroom. She has clothes that will fit you.”
“But what was that about the others? And the phone? Calling the police? And cutting my wrists free? Please, slow down. I can’t think.” Emma pleaded.
“My buddy is doing all of that right now. Calling the cops for you. Ambulance too. Don’t worry, darling. Everything will be fine soon.” Cooper said.
Once they were in a bedroom, Cooper held her by her shoulders and started asking the shivering and naked teen some questions that made little sense to Emma.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“I just turned eighteen last week,” she answered.
“You smell like vodka. Have you been drinking? Was this all really just a party that got out of control? Did you ask for it?” Cooper asked, while his cock started to pitch a tent in his pants.
“No! What? Why would you ask me that? No! I wasn’t drinking! After they… they whipped me, they poured alcohol all over the cuts they made to make me scream. I don’t want to answer any more questions, please,” Emma replied in shame.
“What else did those men do to you?” he asked, getting closer to her than Emma liked.
She suddenly realized how badly this man smelled.
Like he hadn’t bathed in weeks.
“They, I told you. They raped me,” she said while looking at the ground and beginning to realize she might be in trouble again.
“All three of them? How? Where? In your vagina? Anally? Orally? All at the same time? Did they make you cum?” Cooper asked while turning her around and squeezing one of her breasts with one hand, while his other pulled her towards him
“Stop. That’s not right. You shouldn’t be touching me or asking me that. You’re supposed to be helping me! Where are those clothes? Did he call the police yet? “ Emma cried while trying to squirm out of his grip, which only caused her naked ass to rub harder against Cooper’s erection.
That was when Larry walked stark naked into the bedroom with two bottles of whiskey in each hand.
“Time to party!” Larry yelled.
“No!!!! Noooooooo! Stop! Please! I beg you! Don’t do this!” Emma started screaming hysterically while Cooper held her from behind in an iron grip.
With his mouth pressed into her ear, he said, “You owe us for saving you, darling. Time to pay up!”
And with that, Emma, for the second time today, was shoved face down on a bed and raped repeatedly.
Epilogue 1: “Pull yourself up by your yoga pants”
Emma had been abducted in front of her home at 6:15 on Tuesday morning.
She was found by police 40 miles away, half-dead, naked and tied up, next to a grocery store dumpster at 7:30 in the evening on Friday.
After Jake, Mitch, and Alan raped Emma repeatedly and left her naked and tied in the barn at around 3:30 Tuesday afternoon, Cooper and Larry raped her after that.
It was close to 6:00 PM when three other homeless men, who had also been squatting at the house, returned.
Emma’s body entertained all of them until morning.
All five men had planned on taking a bus down south the following day to escape the winter weather, but having a beautiful blonde teen at their sexual disposal changed all that.
Instead, they spread the word to other homeless men in the area and charged them 10 dollars each to fuck her pussy and 20 dollars to fuck her ass.
Except for two bathroom breaks, Emma never left the bed on Wednesday and Thursday.
The men didn’t even feed the helpless teen, and they only gave her their piss to drink.
Finally, on Thursday night, they knew that they were pushing their luck and gave Emma to the last two homeless men who had raped her.
They were about to walk back to their camp in the woods several miles away.
To get her there, they wrapped Emma up in a blanket and tied each end to a long pole, which they each carried on their shoulders as they walked.
Emma spent that night and Friday morning getting gang raped in their tent by all the men in that homeless camp for free.
One man, after depositing his second load of cum in the poor teen’s ripped and bleeding ass, said that he heard the police were looking for this girl.
Hearing this, the men who weren’t too drunk or too high on drugs worked together to get Emma as far away from their camp as possible.
After using the blanket and pole idea to get her out of the woods, she was taken by a shopping cart to the nearest grocery store.
After the two men fucked her next to a stinking and overflowing trash dumpster one last time, they left her under a street light that had just come on.
Emma spent the next four days in the hospital recovering from dehydration, broken ribs, several fractures and multiple internal injuries that required stitches.
Sperm from over 50 different men were found in her vagina, anal cavity, and stomach, along with in her hair and all over her body.
The traumatized teen refused to make a complete statement to the police, stating only that her bus driver raped her.
The police investigated the school bus driver assigned to her route and quickly found him innocent.
The bus company told Emma and her parents that for the rest of the year, the driver on Emma’s route would be a female and would exit the bus to show her it was safe.
The police wanted more information to pursue the case, but Emma refused.
It was too horrific for her to talk about.
She wanted to forget that it ever happened.
Christmas break was only days away, so she stayed at home to recuperate and then returned to school with the rest of her class.
No one, not even her closest friends, ever heard the truth about what happened to her that horrific week.
Emma only told them that she had fallen down the stairs, broken some ribs, and needed to rest.
Her parents were finally able to convince her to go to a therapist, and she did find that helpful.
But Emma was too traumatized to take the bus to school again, and after what happened, her parents relented and bought her a car.
Epilogue 2, five months later: “Rape me once, shame on you. Rape me twice, shame on me.”
Down the street from his junkyard, Alan was training one of his employees at the front desk in his auto repair shop when two people walked in looking for assistance.
“Hi, my daughter’s car isn’t working very well. I think it might need a new catalytic converter. I heard you can get them cheaper than the dealer,” the man said.
Alan raised his head from the invoice he had been looking at, and his “Good morning” died in his throat when he saw who the man’s daughter was.
Standing next to an ordinary middle-aged man was none other than the girl he and his two friends had abducted and violently raped last year.
It was a hot day at the end of May, and the blonde teen was wearing a sundress that showed off a lot of her legs as well as cleavage.
Emma looked good.
Really good!
But Alan wasn’t sure if that was true or only because he knew what she looked like naked.
Knew what she tasted like.
Knew how hot her vagina felt around his penis.
Knew how impossibly tight her asshole was, despite having already been relentlessly pounded open by his larger two friends.
Knew how her naked body looked, bent over a saw horse in a barn while getting plowed from behind.
And from the front.
And from both ends at the same time.
Knew how her mouth formed a perfect “O” every time a leather whip wrapped around her body and left a mark.
Knew how every muscle in her neck looked while she was screaming in agony.
After forcing his gaze away from Emma, Alan discussed with her dad what needed to be done to the car and legitimately explained that it would have to be left here for a day or two until he sourced a new converter.
At that, the father and daughter huddled close and spoke softly to each other.
“You’ll have to take the school bus for those two days, honey. Your mother is away, and I have to leave for work before you leave. Think you can do it?” he asked her.
Alan had his back to them and pretended to be reading an invoice while he listened to every word..
Emma had a pained look on her face and shook her head, “No”.
“Honey, we discussed this. You have to be brave. You met the female bus driver already. She will show you her badge and turn the lights on the inside before coming out of the bus to show you that everything is safe,” her Dad said.
“Ok, I’ll try it, Daddy,” Emma said with a sad face.
“Good girl!” her Dad said as they both walked out of the shop.
Alan stood there a while in disbelief after they both left and just stared at the door.
A few hours later, he was sitting with Jack and Mitch.
They were drinking some beers and watching a car getting ground up in a shredder.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” asked Jake.
“Nope,” Alan replied.
“So for the next two days, we know exactly where and when she’ll be?” Mitch asked
“Right,” Alan replied.
“And we know she’ll be alone?” Jake asked.
“Right,” Alan replied.
“I’ll steal the van,” Mitch offered.
“I’ve got the air mattress,” Alan said.
“I guess I’ll make another three disguises, then,” Jake said.
All three men burst into laughter.
Emma stood by her mailbox at the front of her yard and nervously waited for her bus to arrive.
It was going to be a hot day, and she was already regretting wearing the tight black yoga pants and white tee shirt she had on.
“This is stupid. I shouldn’t be afraid of a bus. My therapist said that I had to face my fears. I can do this,” the nervous teen said to herself over and over.
She tensed when she saw something coming down the street, but relaxed when she saw it wasn’t her school bus.
“I’m just going to call Katie and be on the phone with her as I get on the bus. That way, she can call the police if I get into trouble,” Emma said.
But before she dialed the number, the sudden sound of screeching brakes in front of her startled her so much that she dropped her phone.
Looking up, she saw the side door of the van slide open, and two men were jumping out.
For the past four months, Emma has been mentally preparing herself for an occasion such as this.
She was not going to allow herself to be taken against her will ever again.
All she had to do was spin around and run to her house.
She was young and fast.
The men would never catch her.
But she froze.
Because each of the men, including the driver, had a large pink nose, glasses without lenses, bushy black eyebrows and a matching bushy black mustache.
It was the same three men who raped her in the bus!
The multiple gangs of homeless men had raped her for a far longer time and had inflicted more physical damage, but these three men eclipsed all that with the mental trauma they caused her.
The terrified teen lost control of her bladder even before one of them paralyzed her with a Taser pressed into her stomach.
By the time Emma’s bus showed up at her stop a few minutes later, she was naked, on her back, tied up, and getting raped in the back of a van speeding only a half mile away from her house.