The Bus to Slavery

The Bus to Slavery

Part Two

By Razor7826

 

As the mobile dungeon rolled through the streets of that small country town, Rebecca Mosley screamed into her ball gag.  Tears streamed down the faces of her and her captive sisters as Frank, a member of the Sorrow’s Falls BDSM Club, raped the oldest of the three sisters as she dangled from the ceiling of the charter bus.

 

            Michelle watched over the scene, proud of the taste in woman that had compelled her to give these stranded women a lift.  She walked to the front of the bus and pulled out her cell phone.  She called the seventh person in her phonebook.  “Hello, Jon?  It’s me, Michelle.  Listen, I have a car that needs to be disposed of.  Do you have any contacts in central Illinois?  Oh, you do?  Good.  Let me tell you where the car is stranded.  It is on County Road…”  Michelle gave the location and description of the car.

 

            Meanwhile, Lucy and Suri turned their attentions to the two younger sisters.  Suri grabbed the lithe Theresa and carried her to the back of the bus, where she dropped the youngest of the sisters onto a small cot.  The Indian chained Theresa’s arms and legs to the four corners of the cot laid down on top of her captive.  “My, Michelle is right.  You are cute.  Ever been with a woman before?  It really is a lot of fun, if you let yourself go.”  Suri undid the buckle behind Theresa’s head, and the bit gag fell to the side.

 

            “H… Heeelp m….mmmmmffffff” Theresa tried to scream, but Suri inserted her tongue into the younger woman’s mouth. A wave of tears sprang from Theresa’s eyes, but she no longer had the will or strength to continue her protests.  The previous week of emotional trials had pushed Theresa as far as she could be pushed.  Now, after witnessing her big sister get raped and on the verge of the same happening to her, Theresa was just about at the breaking point.  Suri reached into a storage bin next to the cot and brought out a small pair of nail clippers.  While small, it was enough to snip through the straps that held up Theresa’s dress.  She slid the sleek black cloth down Theresa’s body, revealing the black strapless bra that held in her 34C breasts.

 

            Back in the front of the bus, Lucy was beginning to play with Sharon.  The malicious Asian girl gave the kneeling white woman a slight a push, causing her to stumble onto her face.  Lucy threw up the fluffy bottom of Sharon’s dress to expose her white panties. “Is this supposed to be a sign of innocence, you dumb bitch?  Well, not for long.”  Before taking care of the panties, Lucy removed Sharon’s shoes and slipped on small ankle cuffs, then clipped a spreader bar to each.   Lucy worked the white panties down Sharon’s legs, and then took the largest dildo she could find in the bus and shoved it into Sharon’s pussy.  Sharon screamed into the muzzle, never having been so roughly treated sexually.  Lucy quickly followed up by doing the same to her ass.  The white woman’s virgin asshole had never been so stretched, and a small trickle of blood trailed down her perineum.  Sharon began to flail badly in her binds, enough such that she broke free of Lucy’s light grasp.  She rolled halfway down the length of the bus, past Frank and her sister, until she bumped into the girl that Michelle had called Amy, Lucy’s sister.  For a moment, the eyes of the two captives met, and Sharon could detect great sadness in the Asian captive’s eyes.  Looking over her body, Sharon saw cuts and marks on every exposed part of her body.  Sharon could also tell that Amy once wore a full sun dress, but the bottom half had been crudely torn off rather than just folded up.  Like Sharon, Amy’s mouth was covered with a tight leather muzzle. 

 

            The contact between the two captives lasted only a moment, before Lucy and Michelle lifted Sharon by the arms and threw her against one of the seats.  The impact knocked loose the vibrators, and they fall onto floor.  Puddles of love juices formed around them.  

 

            “You fucking bitch!” Lucy furiously slapped Sharon’s face three times.  “Don’t ever break free like that again!”  Lucy reached behind Sharon’s back, undid the chain connecting her wrist cuffs, then locked the cuffs to small bolts in the armrests of the seat Sharon was now sitting in.  Similarly, she did the same with Sharon’s ankle cuffs.  With a press of a button on the side of the armrest, the seat reclined, leaving Sharon bound and sexually prone.  “Hey, Toby, want me to take over the driving for you?”

 

            In the back of the bus, Suri was biting and sucking on Theresa’s nipples while pinching her clitoris.  No longer able to protest, Theresa took the assault quietly, and, in at least small part enjoying it in the primal way that is possible only when all true thought is suspended.  Suri relented for a moment and looked Theresa in the eyes.  “Isn’t this fun, girl?”  Theresa continued to stare of blankly, not noticing Suri as she stripped herself, and then equipped a strap on dildo.  The Indian woman folded up Theresa’s funeral dress, tore of her black panties, and mounted the captive girl.  Theresa breathed heavily and let loose slight grunts as the Indian girl forced herself in and out of the once feisty student.

 

            Back towards the front of the bus, Frank had finally tired enough to give Rebecca a rest.  The oldest of the sisters dangled painfully from her wrists, her legs no longer enough to support her body.  Her once elegant dress was nothing but torn and tattered remains.  Cum caked her thighs.

 

            Rebecca was in shock over the days events.  That morning, as the three sisters watched their parents casket lower into the ground, Rebecca wondered how her family could possibly get through it.  They were the perfect parents, and Rebecca was looking forward to raising a family under the watchful gaze of her mother and father.  That dream turned into an impossibility when a drunk driver had veered into their lane early Sunday afternoon.

 

            At the funeral, Rebecca truly thought that event would be the low-point of her life.

 

            Now she was realizing how wrong she was.   As she watched her and her sisters get raped by the Sorrow’s Falls BDSM Club, Rebecca could not but help believe that things would be getting a lot worse before they got any better. That is, if they would get better at all.

 

            Beside her, Toby the driver was fucking Sharon.  She was still bound to the reclined seat, and despite her thrashings and moans of pain, Toby continued to ram her, all the while mashing her tits in his hands.  After a few attempts at head butting her rapist, Frank attached a collar around Sharon’s neck, and then clipped it to headrest, leaving her truly defenseless.

 

Into the night the assaults continued, with each of the sisters, except Theresa, getting treatment from both the men and the women.  At nearly four in the morning, all of the assailants finally chose to go to sleep, leaving each of the bound sisters alone to reflect on the worst week of their lives in quiet contemplation. Rebecca was finally let loose her dangling hell, her wrists instead chained to the legs of seat, forcing her to sleep in a now spreading pool of cum and love juices emanating from her swollen and red pussy.  Sharon was still in her own seat, each of her limbs with enough slack to move, but not enough to do anything useful.  In the back, Theresa still rested on the cot, with Suri curled up next to her.  The Indian woman had taken a liking to the youngest sister, but in no way did that make Theresa’s ordeal less than those of her sisters.  Lastly, Amy was chained to a seat upside down, cum running down the length of her body, stemming from her dildo filled cunt and ass.  Her mouth was propped open with metal wires and even more cum poured out of it.  A dazed look covered her face.

 

Michelle had plans for all four of her captives, , and with only a few hundred more miles to their destination, she knew she would have to enact harsh training methods to have the women ready on time.

 

            The Woman in Red was looking forward to the challenge.