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Caught Up
By Leigh Clyde (lclyde17@hotmail.com)
***
Three straight normal teenage girls, Amy, Felicity and
Leigh returned from their week-long pony trekking
experience in Wales. They were aware that riots and
unrest had recently occurred throughout their country,
but these disturbances seemed a million miles from
them. Their sleepy little town in suburbia was not
going to be the centre of a riot and neither did it
have the social problems of the inner cities. They
could live in their cosy cocooned environment, enjoying
beautiful homes, good food and pleasant holidays. That
was until they arrived in Nottingham for the last leg
of their journey home and their bus in hijacked by a
gang of rough young lesbian women. (FFF-teens, nc, exh,
1st-lesbian-expr, oral, anal, intr, forced)
***
The whole of Europe seemed to be descending into
anarchy. There was hardly a day when the news did not
report riot in one major city or another. The majority
of white affluent people in England it seemed that
every minority group was uprising. Tensions between
various ethnic groups and rival gangs were spilling out
on to the street coupled with a hatred for anyone in
authority and any symbols of that authority.
The riots and lawlessness mainly occurred in areas of
extreme poverty and depravation, but occasionally
spilled out in other areas. Violent crime was generally
on the increase and nowhere more than Nottingham. Add
to this wildcat strikes and general industrial unrest
added to the government's problems. One of many growing
concerns was the trend of females to commit acts of
unprovoked violence. Once mainly the reserve of men
young women were fully embracing equality by taking
part in aggressive behaviour often fuelled by drink and
drugs. An alarming number of women and men were being
attached by these 'ladettes.' A harmless chat to
someone's boyfriend in a club or pub could lead to a
nail file being slashed across the offenders face. Girl
power had gone mad.
A large minority of young people now have strange ideas
of morality. More girls were being excluded from
schools in Britain than boys. A UK survey on attitudes
to violence in 2000 showed that amongst 14 to 21 year
olds, half of the boys and one third of the girls
thought that there were circumstances where it could be
acceptable to hit a woman or to force her to have sex.
In the same year a woman was attacked by members of a
teenage gang on a canal towpath in London.
The gang was lead by Claire Marsh, 18, the youngest
woman to be jailed in Britain for rape. Ms Marsh
stripped the woman and held her down as others attacked
her. In America the situation was even worse. In 2004
in Philadelphia 14 year old girls complained that a
gang of older lesbian students were harassing them. The
pupils said lesbians were regularly groping, harassing
and bullying them in gym and in the girl's bathrooms.
Amy, Felicity and Leigh were returning from their week-
long pony trekking experience in Wales. During the six
hour train journey they chatted about their unusual
holiday and how much they had enjoyed it. Politics was
a rather boring subject and something that their
parents spoke about. They were aware that riots had
occurred, it was difficult to avoid the coverage. They
would rather talk about fashion and music.
These disturbances seemed a million miles from them.
Their sleepy little town in suburbia was not going to
be the centre of a riot and neither did it have the
social problems of the inner cities. They could live in
their cosy cocooned environment, enjoying beautiful
homes, good food and pleasant holidays. There were no
curfews or police roadblocks near them.
After what seemed like an age they arrived at
Nottingham railway station for the last leg of their
journey home. They struggled with their heavy bags and
went to look on the indicator board for details of the
local train home to Kirkby In Ashfield. It was blank.
Not discouraged they went to the main concourse and
there they found out why – a strike! No more local
trains today.
Out of their three mobile phones none were working. A
combination of forgetting to charge them and no signals
due to a busy network conspired against them. They
managed to find a working payphone and tried to ring
the only parent that was likely to be in. Felicity left
a garbled message on the answer machine saying that the
trains were on strike but they would be OK. They looked
on the local map of the area in the concourse and
decided to head for the bus station. Hopefully they
would be able to get a bus home from there. Failing
that they would get a cab and share the cost. They were
some of the last to leave the station and as they
walked towards the bus station everything seemed very
quiet, even for a Sunday afternoon.
As they walked they could here the sirens of emergency
vehicles. This did not worry them too much. Large towns
and cities always had these in their experience. Coming
from the area they were all knew that Nottingham was a
place of high crime, it had been branded 'gun city' by
the tabloid press. A person was twice as likely to be
physically attacked or robbed here than anywhere else
in the UK. They did there best to look cool and kept
moving down the almost deserted streets, frequented
only by the occasional bag-lady.
Leigh did mention that there seemed to be an awful lot
of minibuses filled with police racing towards one
particular area. After about ten minutes they saw
Victoria Bus Station and started to look for a bus. The
bus station was almost deserted too but they managed to
find a bus that was leaving soon and it went near to
their village. They clambered on and found some space
for their bags.
As the nearly empty bus pulled out of the bus station
they all gave a sigh of relief. They were finally on
their way home. The bus moved quickly along the almost
empty roads. The Police vehicles seemed to now be
racing in another direction and some of them appeared
damaged. It was then that the bus made a dramatic
swerve to avoid an oncoming car. Thankfully the driver
avoided an accident.
The friends had decided to go upstairs and got a good
view of the incident. The bus continued, with an
apology from the driver over the loudspeaker. There
were a number of diversions and the bus had a number of
difficult manoeuvres. They were almost out of the city
when the bus came to dramatic halt, throwing the
teenagers and the other passengers fro their seats. The
bus stopped just inches from a burning minibus which
was almost blocking the road around a blind corner.
Almost immediately people emerged running from all the
streets around. As though they were being chased or
wanting to escape from something. Within seconds the
street was filled with dozens if not hundreds of
people. Men and women, young and old, black and white
thronged around. Some were drunk others appeared to be
under the influence of drugs whilst others were just in
a party mode! Most of them quickly dispersed when the
first few missiles were thrown at a nearby college. The
girls looked on in amazement. It was like watching a
movie. They were exited and not at all anxious. They
were unaware that the driver continued to try and
restart the bus but with no luck.
Then a brick struck on of the windows near where they
were sitting. Glass showered in missing them by inches.
They gave out a scream. Next it seemed as though the
world had gone crazy. Bricks and other objects struck
the bus all over. The girls instantly crouched down as
glass shattered. Then the missiles stopped and could
here the windows on the lower deck being smashed
amongst much shouting and commotion.
They then saw the driver being dragged across the
pavement and managing to free himself running away. The
bus then started. But who was driving?
It became clear by the erratic driving and the shouts
of encouragement that it was one of the rioters. The
girls held onto each other and looked out of the window
hoping for sight of a policeman. The bus swerved and
skidded, struck debris and glanced off parked and
abandoned cars. The friends looked out and realised
just how bad things must have become. This part of the
City looked like a war zone.
Their minds soon turned to a more immediate concern.
Some of the gang were now coming up the stairs.
Instinctively they cowered down seeking to hide
themselves. The rioters were under the influence of one
drug or another, they the friends were not stupid. The
girls looked up to see about ten young people of about
their age. Only two boys were in the group, which made
them feel a bit safer. To their amazement they seemed
friendly. One of the boys even apologised and said he
hoped they weren't scared. He then explained that they
couldn't let them off the bus, as it was a rough area!
Two of the girls joined in the conversation and the
friends decided it would be wise to chat with them
rather than be antagonistic. The friends could tell by
the way they spoke that they hadn't had a very good
education. They also noticed that their clothing was
cheap and rather tasteless. A girl offered Felicity a
drink of her alcopop but she declined. The girl got
quit persistent and Felicity thought it best to go
along with the request. Soon more alcohol appeared as
more members of the gang joined them. The driving had
improved. One of the gang explained that the person
driving was more used to driving stolen cars than
buses!
Despite everything the girls had remained calm. They
figured that eventually they would be let off and that
they would find a policeman or a pub and make a call
home or get a taxi. They noticed that the vast majority
of the bus gang was made up of young women who were
similar in age to themselves, and that gave them some
assurance as to their safety. The three friends agreed
to sip at the various drinks they were offered rather
than upset their hosts. Anyway why complain about being
given free drink!!
The hair-raising journey continued through the deserted
street for about another half-an-hour during which time
copious amounts of alcohol flowed down the throats of
the gang. The couple of male members, who were already
well and truly drunk, had now passed out. One had tried
to have sex with his girlfriend only to have passed out
with his trousers around his ankles. Much to the
entertainment of the rest of the gang and Amy and
Leigh.
Felicity was the most reserved of the three and also
the one who would not hold back her opinions, even when
wise to do so. She had drunk the least and disapproved
of her friends' apparent acceptance of the events. It
was true that they were far more liberal than her and
approached life in a far more philosophical way. They
didn't like what was happening but were realists, and
had drunk probably a bit too much of the free booze
themselves.
However, what she was not prepared to put up with was
when some of their 'fellow passengers' started going
through their bags. Unknown to the friends, two of the
girls in the gang had pulled out various items of
clothing from Felicity's suitcase, which was on the
lower deck. They had now come upstairs and were now
throwing her precious clothing around! The red headed
girl had even had the cheek to have put on her
expensive bikini top and her equally plush designer
sunhat!
The small amount of drink that Felicity had consumed
gave her the necessary Dutch courage to challenge the
leery and very drunk young woman.
'Excuse me!' she announced in her loudest and most
assertive voice.
Everyone on the top deck looked around. She then raised
herself from her chair, her long dark hair flaying, and
took a couple of paces towards the offender, who looked
up at her in bewilderment.
'That top is mine and so is the hat!' she stated and
proceeded to grab the hat.
Felicity hadn't really thought threw how she would
retrieve the bikini top or how the young redhead might
react.
The young woman then pulled herself up and stood. Their
faces were now just inches from each other. Everyone
kept quiet and observed the stand-off.
'Fuck you!' came the slurred response. The girl then
prodded Felicity in the ribs with her out pointed index
finger.
'If you want the fucking top then why don't you try and
take it!' she announced loudly.
She then put both her arms in the air and turned around
a full 360 degrees, offering Felicity the opportunity
to grab at her top. Felicity backed away realising her
error.
'OK, keep it...keep it! She responded and went to
return to her friends. She then felt a sharp pain as
the girl lunged forward and grabbed her bare arm in a
vice like pinch. Before she could think she felt her
long hair being grasped. In seconds she was travelling
backwards pulled by her hair.
Her two friends instinctively went to assist her. Only
to find their way blocked by three other members of the
gang who ordered them to stay where they were.
The looked on as Felicity yelped whilst being held by
her long locks.
'If you promise to do as I say I will let you go!' spat
the girl.
'Do you understand, bitch?' she continued.
'Yes...yes!' gasped Felicity eager to stop the pain.
The girl released her grip and Felicity held her gouged
arm looking shocked and stunned. Her normally perfect
dark hair was now a tangled mess and she noticed the
girl picking a chunk of it out of her rings.
'Ok' said the girl aggressively, her face almost
touching Felicity's. 'Take of your top!'
Felicity gulped and wished she hadn't demanded her
bikini top back. She felt herself trembling as she
repositioned herself so as to be able to reach the back
of the top. She reached forward and slipped a finger
behind the plastic clasp and started to fumble with it.
It quickly came undone and instantly the young woman
turned to face Felicity.
'You queer bitch!' she spat. 'I told you to take off
your top not mine!'
Felicity went bright red with embarrassment. She didn't
much want to part with her lacy cotton top but that
would have been preferable to this humiliation.
The girl was now facing her, the loose bikini top
hanging from her neck. Felicity tried not to look at
her bare pert breasts, which protruded beneath the
garment.
To Felicity's horror the young woman then removed the
top and flung it down the bus and cupped her breasts,
putting on a show for her friends. They responded with
whistles and shrieks. Most of them then pulled up their
tops and bras and flashed their naked chests too.
The friends looked on in disgust and amazement. How
could these women act in such as ladish and common way?
Was a thought that entered Felicity's mind and indeed
that of her friends.
The young women then focused her attention on Felicity.
'So you wanted to see my tits...well what do you think?
she questioned thrusting her chest towards the self-
conscious teenager.
Felicity felt herself glowing with embarrassment. She
felt so awkward having never been in a situation like
this before. She knew what ever she said would be
twisted around. Politeness seemed the best option,
'They're... vvvery nice.' Stammering out the words.
'Really?' responded her tormentor. 'What do you like
about them?' She continued with a wry smile on her
lips.
Amy and Leigh looked on stunned and overwhelmed by what
was occurring in front of them.
Felicity gave out an audible gulp and took a deep
breath.
'They're... a nice shape...' she stated trying not to
show any fear.
The girl cupped her breasts and looked down. Apparently
pleased with the comment.
'What about my nipples?' she asked gently touching them
with her fingertips.
At which point her friends shrieked loudly.
Felicity tried to remain calm and rational.
'They are cool...' she responded realising that that
was a rather silly and meaningless comment.
'Wow... my nips are cool! Joked the girl mimicking
Felicity's rather posh voice.
The girl then addressed the ten or so other girl gang
members.
'So what shall we do with our lezzie tit inspector? She
quipped.
Being referred to in such a way mortified Felicity.
Like all teenagers the friends would make comments to
each other about teachers and students that they
thought might be lesbians. It was a standard insult
about any woman who was a bit plain, overweight or they
didn't like.
How could they think she was a lesbian? She was
attractive and fancied men! Felicity reasoned that she
was just trying to humiliate her further. Such verbal
bullying and offensive behaviour was not permitted at
her private school, but this seemed like a million
miles away from that cocooned environment.
The gang members responded noisily with a whole raft of
obscene and depraved suggestions. In the row Felicity,
Leigh or Amy could not hear most of them. The few they
did hear terrified them just a little!
'Get her tits out',' was the first comment that reached
Felicity's ears. This shocked her but not as much as
'strip the bitch or 'make her lez-up.'
Their leader ordered them to be silent.
'I like your ideas... you bunch of perv's! She joked.
She paced two and fro between Felicity and her two
seated friends.
'Let's see if these are real friends...' she stated.
'If one of you will volunteer to do as we ask the other
two will be left alone!'
Amy spoke. 'What would want that person to do? She
asked looking fearful.
'Well!' responded their captor getting agitated. 'If
you don't choose one person we will fucking kick the
shit out of all you!
With that she pushed Felicity back towards them. She
sat down and they started to talk with each other,
hoping to come up with some sort of plan.
The aggressive redhead and her gang walked to the rear
of the bus. She set her mobile phone to ring in five
minutes and would return for an answer.
Amy reached up to her shoulder and found some curls in
her blond hair. She always played with her hair when
nervous. Leigh could see the fear in her blue eyes and
could tell she was on the verge of crying. She hated
not being in control. Felicity had been through enough
already her body was still shaking. They always looked
to Leigh in a crises. She always had an idea or a
remedy. Today however, she appeared to be out of ideas.
They asked her what the gang might do to who ever went
forward. She assured them as best as she could that
this gang were not so stupid as to really harm them.
But other than that she was silent during their
deliberations.
Leigh, unknown to her friends, had her own hidden
agenda. Sure these were her school friends but they
were a bit naive, intellectually inferior and often
annoying. She knew that once they left school they
would soon forget her. They only asked for her opinion
when they were stuck. At most other times they loudly
announced their decision with out much thought, and she
was expected to go along with it. Leigh was shorter
then her two friends and was petit in stature. They
sometimes made fun of her impish looks, brunette bob
hairstyle and small breasts. Amy loved to make the
point that she was 34c compared to Felicity's 32b and
her own 'pathetic' 30a.
Realising that the five minutes was almost up Leigh
spoke.
'We have to do something or they might beat us up, or
more likely dump us in this hellhole. What chance would
we have on these streets'
The girls nodded in agreement.
'Felicity is not very good at dealing with problems
like this. It's her actions that caused that nutty
redhead to flip.'
Felicity so wanted to contradict her but thought better
of it. Amy smugly nodded in agreement.
'I need to observe and intervene if things get out of
hand. I can also run the fastest and at the right
moment I shall escape and go for help...'
This made a lot of sense. She was good at intervening
and was the fastest runner in the school.
'So, it's decided then... Amy you will volunteer...
don't be worried,' she said and gently stroked her arm
to assure her further.
Felicity gave a sigh of relief as Amy's draw dropped at
the realisation. Before she could say a thing the
redhead was back and in their faces.
'So who is it to be?' she questioned looking at them.
'Cute little boyish girl?' she said looking straight at
Leigh.
'...posh dark-haired lezzie?' Looking at Felicity.
'...or blonde slutty supermodel? Looking at Amy.
'Me.... and my name's Amy,' said Amy trying not to look
their tormentor in the eye or focus on her bare
breasts.
She proudly focused on the positive comment regarding
her glamorous looks and ignored the untruth about her
morals. Despite her flirtatious manner, teasing was as
far as anything went.
Leigh could cope with the comment from the redhead. It
was far milder than some her so-called friends had
thrown at her over the years. Anyway she was delighted
with her clever manipulation of the situation. As usual
she had kept her thoughts to herself until they were
willing to listen and then drove home her view. They
very rarely disagreed. Experience had shown them that
Leigh was usually right. They pondered just what might
happen to Amy as she was taken gently by the arm and
lead away, her tiered short brown skirt gently swaying
against her tanned long legs.
Whilst Amy was a little anxious she wasn't too worried.
She had a feeling n her stomach similar before she had
embarked on a perilous ride at a theme park. It wasn't
as bad as she had imagined and she presumed this would
be the same. They were probably going to mock her
ascent and poke fun at her.
Felicity figured that they were just going to get Amy
to do some of those stupid initiation tasks that girls
sometimes did to newcomers. This was banned at her
school as it was seen as bullying, but it still
sometimes happened. One of her friends was required to
pee in the middle of the hockey pitch whilst the rest
of the team stood in a circle around her! It was a bit
weird but hardly life-threatening. Amy was very
outgoing and not too bright so she would easily cope
with any stupid request.
Leigh was the least concerned about her friend. She was
sick of her preening and posing and constant talk of
fashion, make-up and hair products. Maybe they were
going to paint her face like a clown or worse still
remove all her make-up! Perhaps they would make her
flash her 'wonderful perfectly-shaped' breasts out of
the window for all to see. Perhaps that humiliation
might make her shut up about them for a day or two,
even a week, if they were lucky! These thoughts even
brought a slight smile to her boyish face.
Having lead Amy to the rear of the bus followed by most
of the gang the redhead then spoke. 'You being a slutty
supermodel will know what to do now!'
Amy looked at her with a vague look. Beyond her she
could see her two friends. She tried to catch Leigh's
eye for some guidance, but she just looked on and gave
no gesture or words of wisdom.
'Come on... walk up and down the catwalk!' came the
command.
The twelve or so female members of the gang sat along
the gangway, one to each seat, and stated to cheer and
wolf-whistle. The redhead turned and led the way
swaying her jeans-clad hips up the gangway. She walked
past all her cheering friends and reached an empty seat
and then sat. Amy slowly started to saunter along from
the rear of the bus following the girl's lead. Her
loose shirt swished side-to-side brushing her shapely
thighs. She reached the redhead and stopped.
'Carry on... I am sure your friends want a good look
too.. particularly the lez! Joked the girl.
Amy continued past the redhead and a couple of empty
seats before giving her friends a twirl. Felicity was
getting livid about being referred to as a lesbian but
knew she could say nothing. Leigh on the other hand was
almost enjoying herself. This was all quite mild and
Amy seemed to be coping well, a bit to well.
'Very good!' Shouted the redhead. 'Let's see another
costume...'
The girls wondered just what she meant.
She then whispered to three of the gang. They quickly
disappeared to the lower deck and returned with a
suitcase. It was thrown onto the seats near to them.
The redhead then beckoned to Leigh.
'Come here...' she said in almost a friendly voice. She
pulled her to her and whispered. 'If you wanna fuckin'
live you will get your friend to carry out exactly what
I want, do you understand?
Eager to please and not to provoke she nodded.
'I wanna see her shape properly, make her wear
something slinky rather than that boring sweatshirt.'
With that she pushed Leigh away who took the hint and
went quickly back to her friends.
She addressed Amy. 'Look, you got to wear something
slinky next... lets see.'
They hurriedly pulled through the clothing. Having just
been pony trekking they didn't have many slinky cloths.
Fortunately in Amy's case there was one suitable item.
A black sleek velour party dress. That would have to
do. She grabbed it and went to the very front seats
with Leigh and Felicity. She removed her black zip-up
sweatshirt. With their help pulled on the dress over
her thin cotton sleeveless and then removed it. Next
she glided the dress down her legs before undoing her
short skirt and removing it.
This whole scene was bazaar for all involved. Amy was
even feeling a bit flattered that this young woman
wanted to see her modelling her cloths. Felicity was
grateful if wasn't her and Leigh was pleased that the
stupid girl was doing as suggested. She assured herself
that they would survive this annoying trial and even
laugh about it one day.
Once properly in the dress they zipped it up and she
flicked her hair into position. She stood and meandered
down the bus towards the appreciative audience.
Again they whistled and cheered. Their comments were in
the main complementary. Pleasant comments were passed
about her shape and nice legs. Like her skirt the hem
of her dress reached half way down her thigh. This gave
everyone a good view of her bare lags and their even
tan. This was thanks to many hours of sunning herself
on the patio at home and a top-up from her mum's sun-
bed. Her friends very rarely commented on her excellent
figure due to the fact that they were sick of her
talking about it!
On reaching the rear of the bus she turned and started
to make her way back towards her friends. As she did
someone smacked her bottom which took her by surprise.
She let out a yelp and felt a stinging sensation on her
left buttock. She put her hand on the pain and moved
away more quickly fighting back a tear. The gang
laughed at her reaction and discomfort.
She sat down ad was comforted by Felicity whilst Leigh
was once again called to the redhead. 'Get her to wear
layers of cloths and then she can get changed quicker.'
Came the advice.
To Leigh that seemed sensible. They could sort out a
number of outfits and put on a proper show without
gaps. While they sorted though the clothing their other
cases were brought up giving them more choice.
The redhead came over and said they had ten minutes to
get the things sorted. She then started to pick out
various items. They carried on sorting and talking and
tried not to catch her eye or look at her.
She then walked away and called Leigh over.
'These items must be worn only and nothing else... or
else!' she threatened.
She handed Leigh a small bundle of clothing. She
quickly took it and returned to her friends and told
them what had been said.
They looked through the items. Leigh's turquoise blue
high-cut swimsuit. Felicity's sheer black and very
short nightdress and Amy's most tiny and indecent red
thong – given to her as a joke present by Felicity
whilst on holiday!
'Oh my god!' said Amy, putting her hand to her mouth.
Felicity copied the gesture but said nothing.
Leigh spoke, 'Look it's no big deal... it's no
different to being in the communal changing rooms at a
shop or at the sports centre.'
'Be logical... they're girls just having a laugh...
it's like fancy dress!'
Her upbeat attitude did little to allay the
embarrassment of Amy. Suddenly it didn't seem like fun
any more. Felicity tried to find some words to
encourage her friend.
'Look... just do it and then it will be over... we can
get off the bus and get home.'
They all went and crouched behind the front seats. Amy
removed her white panties and slipped on the tiny
thong. She then tried pulling on Leigh's petite blue
Lycra swimsuit. It was a good couple of sizes smaller
than she would usually wear. It took a good deal of
pulling to get it over her hips and bottom which was
still stinging a little from the earlier slap.
That achieved Felicity unzipped the black dress and
Leigh slipped her hand inside and started to undo Amy's
bra.
'What are you doing!?' questioned Amy sounding alarmed.
'You will look stupid with this on under the swimsuit,
and she said nothing else was to be worn,' explained
Leigh.
With hand up inside the dress the two friends pulled
the tight fabric up Amy's back, whilst she endeavoured
to get her ample breasts inside. It was a struggle but
they managed it. Amy could feel the tiny swimsuit
engulfing her like a second skin. Her breasts felt as
thought they were being flattened like two pancakes.
Her rounded bottom was too big for the dainty garment.
She could feel each buttock escaping either side.
Leigh picked up the thin nylon nightdress and Amy
pulled it over her head. Once is position she shock
down her dress and her friends assisted her in steeping
out of it. She stood up in front of them and looked
down at her strange outfit. Her colourful trainers made
it all look all the more bizarre. Rather than feeling
glamorous she felt like a freak.
Felicity's nightdress had been a purchase during their
holiday. She was fed-up wearing sensible pyjamas and
decided it was time to wear something a bit more sexy.
Its thin fabric was designed for summer wear and whilst
not see-through, left very little to the imagination.
Amy was taller and a size larger than Felicity, and
thus the nighty was not as long as its designers
intended it to be. It barley covered her bottom despite
her attempts to pull at its hem.
Before she could worry too much they became aware of
the cat-calling from the other end of the bus. Like it
or not Amy would have to face the gauntlet once again.
Leigh advised her to be brave and walk with confidence.
Felicity managed to fain a smile.
Amy began what seemed like a long walk towards her
rowdy and drunken audience. They were far loader and
far more obscene than before.
She walked slowly past the redhead and a couple more
girls and remembered to look confident. However, when
she felt a hand grasp the back her left thigh she gave
out a scream and jumped away. Unfortunately this
occurred at the same time as the bus swerved to avoid
an obstacle. Amy finished up sprawling on top of one of
the onlookers, a gum-chewing waif-like girl with jelled
scraped-back hair.
'Fuckin' hell...' the girl exclaimed as she fought to
stop herself being crushed.
Amy finished up laying face down, over the girl's lap!
She was acutely aware that the short black nightdress
had ridden up in the fall and that her lycra-clad
bottom was on show. The comments from the onlookers
made the fact very apparent.
The small swimsuit had been a struggle to squeeze into
and a good ten percent of her shapely rear was escaping
from its confines. The site of this flesh was far too
much temptation for the girl who she was laying across.
In a flash she grabbed a handful, digging her manicured
nails in firmly.
Amy screeched in shock and pain. Quickly she struggled
to her feet amidst various obscene comments and groping
of her bare suntanned legs. Once standing she composed
herself trying to ignore the stinging sensation from
her left buttock. She continued to walk towards the
rear of the bus pass and the remaining six gang
members, ignoring their shouting and suggestive
catcalls.
She reached the rear seat and turned to make her way
back.
'Pose then,' said one of the onlookers.
Amy obliged and struck a pose and then another. Feeling
that they were satisfied she went to walk back, but her
second pace was blocked. One of the girls had put her
blocked the aisle with her leg. It was impossible for
Amy to step over it as it rested on the opposite seat.
Another girl then did the same making it clear that she
was not going to be let pass.
The redhead cleared her throat then spoke and the
others remained silent.
'Before coming back down the catwalk you must reveal
your next costume,' she explained.
Amy felt herself swallow. She knew when she put on the
swimsuit it was for a so-called fashion show but now
things seemed to be getting a bit sinister. Felicity
looked on in amazement at the girls' behaviour and felt
sad for Amy whilst also relieved that it was not her.
It was true what Leigh had said she would not have
coped well with this situation. Leigh tried to look
unfazed and emotionless. She was wise enough to know
that if she looked shocked or happy that that could
bring unwelcome attention. She was not worried about
Amy's predicament but only her own survival. The gang
seemed happy and not aggressive, this bit of fun would
take their attention from robbing them or assaulting
them, not that she believed that they would be really
hurt.
Amy focussed and allowed the black nightdress to slip
down her body. She stepped out of it and picked it up
and placed it on the seat. To her amazement it was
immediately grabbed by a dark haired girl who pushed
into her friend's face! She responded by laughing and
giving it a good sniff before throwing at across the
aisle at another girl. For a few seconds they threw the
garment amongst them occasionally sniffing it and
making smutty comments.
Amy felt very self-conscious. The petite blue swimsuit
really was far too small for her five foot, five inch
frame. Its high cut legs made it possible to see the
waistband of the tiny thong. However, she was grateful
for the thong as it prevented the skin-tight costume
from cutting her crotch in two, and at the same time
giving a clear profile her naughty bits as she referred
to them. Her breasts were trying to bubble over the top
of the garment and when she glanced down she realised
that her nipples were clearly visible through the taut
lycra.
She tried not to think about her exposure caused by the
erotic costume but felt herself going bright red. Amy
was slouching, trying to make herself look as small as
possible. Her long blonde hair was easy to hide behind
but it failed to hide her embarrassment. Unfortunately
the redhead saw her obvious discomfort.
'I think our supermodel is a bit embarrassed, come on
give her some encouragement. It's not fair her wearing
that little thing and you lot all wearing normal
cloths,' she observed, still topless.
'Guess so,' said one girl.
'OK!' said another.
'That's unfair,' commented another.
For a brief moment Amy and her friends thought that the
whole stupid game was going to come to an end. Felicity
hoped that they were now bored and that they even felt
sorry for Amy. She could get dressed and they could all
get off the bus.
However, their hopes were soon dashed when one girl
pulled off her tee-shirt and followed by all the other
drunken female gang members. Within seconds an
assortment of coloured bras covering breasts of varying
sizes were proudly on show. Next, and with little
encouragement from the redhead, skirts were taken off
and jeans were taken down with great hilarity, as some
helped each other by tugging off skin tight jeans.
They then sat back down in an array of coloured thongs
and popular underwear. The girls couldn't help but
notice that some had disgusting slogans emblazoned upon
them. Felicity looked down her nose thinking that it
was clear that these girls had no manners or shame.
Their bare flesh revealed an assortment of tasteless
tattoos of varying sizes.
Their kind gesture didn't make Amy feel a lot better
about her predicament. For Felicity is was all proving
too much. The bus screeched to a halt, Amy was thrown
forward onto her tormenters legs. For Felicity it was
an opportunity to act - it was fight of flight. As
fighting these tough streetwise sluts was clearly not
an option she took the other route. In an instant she
made a dash for the stairs. She might have made it down
the stairs and off the bus had another girl not been
coming up the stairs. Her way was now blocked by a
Caribbean girl and she clearly was not going to let her
pass. Realising what had happened the red-haired girl
and a couple of her entourage moved to the top of the
stairwell.
'This bitch wants to come downstairs...' said the black
teenager in her tough accent. 'It's up to her,' said
the redhead. 'Maybe she prefers fun with black sisters
rather than white ones!' she joked.
The black girl didn't seem to be phased by the fact
that her redhead friend was naked from the waist up or
that the other two girls were in their bras.
Leigh looked on realising how stupid Felicity had been
to make a dash for it. It was typical of her behaviour,
never thinking through the consequences.
'...so lezzie?' quested the redhead, leaning over the
handrail. 'What you gonna do? Up here with us or
downstairs with the my black friends?'
Felicity felt that both options seemed equally bad and
scary. It seemed clear to her that her intellectual
friend Leigh hadn't an idea as to what to do. One this
occasion she was stumped. If stupid Amy wanted to go
along with all this that was fine but she would grab an
opportunity. Downstairs was nearer the doors and she
would have a greater opportunity to escape. The bus
jolted forward and started to resume its hair-raising
journey.
'Downstairs,' she said looking directly at the black
girl with a desperate look in eye.
Leigh was amazed at her stupidity. Amy couldn't believe
her disloyalty. They always stuck together in all
things. How could she leave them alone?
The black girl gently took Felicity by the wrist and
led her down the stairwell. She arrived on the lower
deck to see some ten black and Asian teenage girls, who
greeted her appearance with load whopping and catcalls!
All on the upper deck could hear the excitement.
'Sounds like they like your friend!' quipped the
redhead looking directly at Leigh.
Felicity was welcomed by her new 'friends' who gently
manoeuvred her to the large seat at the rear of the
bus.
They asked her name and a stream of other questions and
offered her drink.
She politely answered and accepted the drink of white
rum from her rescuers. She had clearly had the right
move.
Meanwhile Amy had composed herself and was slowly and
slinkily wandering down the aisle in the tiny blue
swimsuit being ogled by the redhead and her gang. She
managed the six or so passes with only one grope of her
legs and managed not to fall or react.
They gave her a spontaneous round of applause. She
stopped, looked back and smiled back and said 'thank
you.' Thank god that's over, she thought as looked
forward and started walking back towards Leigh. But
before she had taken more than a couple of paces the
redhead spoke.
'Hey, where are you going?'
Amy stopped and turned.
'I thought it was finished...' she said in a surprised
voice.
'You and your friend... come here,' she said whilst
beckoning.
Amy took the few paces back and was guided to a window
seat next to one of the gang.
Tentatively Leigh got up from he seat and confidently
walked towards them trying not to show any fear and
attempting to give a small smile so as to appear
affable. To her amazement no rude comments or groping
occurred, she was allowed to walk to the rear seat
without any hindrance at all. She turned and sat down,
smoothing her knee-length white broderie anglaise dress
against her legs.
'You seem a little over-dressed?' commented one of the
gang mockingly imitating their captive's tone of voice.
Leigh external appearance of a smile was trying to hide
her internal worries. She said nothing no that whatever
was said would be ignored or mocked.
'Stand up' came the command. 'Let's have a look at
you...'
Leigh obeyed. Standing grasping her hands together in
front of her. She felt really small, with everyone
observing her, despite the fact that her audience was
seated. Her petite frame and the fact she was only just
over five feet tall often made her feel small. She
didn't like people looking at her and passing comment,
it reminded her of family Christmases.
She was always the one that relative would comment on
her demure stature and make comment. In recent years
they had ceased the annoying activity but fellow
students would still call her stupid pet names
particularly Amy.
'Put your hands on your hips and give us a twirl,'
ordered the redhead who was acting like a compare.
Leigh followed the instruction. She was light on her
feet thanks to years of gymnastics and running. She was
a model student being good academically and good at
physical activity. There were times when she would have
traded some of her perfection for more mature looks and
a womanly shape.
'That dress is a bad choice!' came the advice from one
of the crowd.
Leigh was reminded of those dreadful make-over
programmes on the television.
What happened exactly after that was a bit of a haze
for Leigh and indeed Amy.
Before Leigh could think, speak or seek to reason, a
couple of girls were undoing the buttons on the front
of the bodice of her dress. It was quickly slid down
her slender frame and now rested on her white trainers.
Amy looked on in shock observing her friend as she
stood their looking very pale in her long silk camisole
slip.
Leigh was aware that the thin white slip only just
covered her knickers and that everyone could now see
her bare legs. People had of course seen them before
when she was on the sports field, in the gym or on the
beach. These facts did little to stop her discomfort.
Those experiences seemed natural and non-threatening
whilst this one made her feel like a piece of meat on
show to group of leering men.
The comments from the gang young women did sound like a
group of lads on a holiday in Ibiza, as they made dirty
sexual suggestions and offensive statements about her
boyish and immature body.
Leigh's slip hung loosely on her body suspended by two
thin shoulder straps and one of those had slipped a
little down her left arm. For a moment Amy forgot her
own embarrassing costume as she focused on Leigh's.
However, she was soon reminded of her own bizarre
clothing and vulnerability when the girls near to her
pushed her back into the bus's aisle. The two friends
were now standing side-by-side looking equally
ridiculous and wondering what was to happen next.
Leigh's normal veneer of confidence had been stripped
away with her dress. She realised that her plan had
gone somewhat wrong. Going by the sounds from
downstairs their friend, who had been so keen to desert
them, was not enjoying herself very much. They clearly
heard her raised voice hysterically demanding that they
stopped what ever it was they were doing.
It was Amy that was addressed next. She stood with her
hands clasped in front of her as the redhead spoke.
'That swimming costume is far too tight for you, it is
squeezing your tits, which isn't very good for them.'
Amy said nothing but inside she had to agree. The
fabric was confining her breasts and the garment was
cutting into her everywhere. Perhaps they were now
going to let her change back into her normal clothing.
'I give you permission to remove it!' she shouted. The
announcement was received with much jollity from the
other girls.
Amy looked the topless redhead straight in the eye.
Perhaps she meant that she could return to the front of
the bus and take it off there and then put on something
else. She was hoping, even praying, that she would not
be expected to remove it where she now stood. She went
to walk forward but a leg was forcefully put in her
way. She then knew that she was going nowhere.
'What's the problem? Questioned the redhead see her
despair.
'Supermodels are not normally shy,' she quipped.
Amy hesitated for only a few seconds but to the
onlookers it seemed that she was never going to obey.
Amy realised that she had to obey the stupid demand of
the nutty redhead and went to move her hands toward her
shoulders. However, her lack of immediate compliance
was the excuse the gang needed. Like a pack of wolves
they pounced knocking Leigh out of the way. She landed
on the large back seat and pulled herself away from the
scrum in front of her. She looked on, her back pressed
up against the side of bus, as they mauled and pushed
her friend around. They had surrounded Amy on all
sides, she was surrounded by all off the girls as they
jostled for a position.
Once surrounded and firmly held the redhead stepped
forward and took a firm grip with both hands on the
neckline of the lyca turquoise swimsuit. In one mighty
downward pull the poor blonds amble breasts were
exposed, the flimsy fabric tore under the force and
thus did not spring back once released. The other
members of the gang quickly pulled down the straps and
hurriedly pulled down the swimsuit. It was then pulled
from her feet and flung out of an open window. The
tight tiny thong had thankfully remained in place and
thus at least some of her modesty was still in tact.
Leigh looked on grateful that it was not her it was
happening to.
Amy was grateful that her naughty bits were still
covered. She tried to put the events in a normal
context to try and get some sense in her mind. That
fact that breasts were often seen on the television and
on the beach somehow gave her some comfort. But then
she felt a hand rest on her waist and start to travel
down. It reached the waistband of her thong and a
couple of fingers gently slipped between it and her
skin. Another hand on her other side followed suit.
There than started a perverse tug-of-war as tow of the
gang began pulling in opposite directions. They others
let go of her and stepped back to get a better view.
Amy grasped at the front gripping the tiny triangle of
material with one hand whilst trying to fight their
hands off with the other. The dainty thong was not made
for such vigorous abuse. In a few seconds an audible
tear was heard and it parted with her body in one of
her assailants hands. Amy screeched and quickly covered
her naked exposed parts with cupped hands. They tiny
garment was thrown around and much to Leigh's horror
was sniffed by a couple of the girls.
Leigh felt that surely the drunken gang had had enough
'fun' for one afternoon. Maybe now they would be
allowed to go. Again she was wrong. Again the gang
surged forward. This time knocking the naked Amy out of
the way. All hands were now on the demure creature in
the corner – Leigh. In moments she was pulled into the
aisle in front of the back seat and grasped, her arms
held firmly behind her back.
In a flash she thought and spoke, 'Please! L-let me
undress myself!' She reasoned that she would rather
undress herself than be forcibly stripped. At least
that way she kept some control.
They either did not hear her or choose to ignore her.
The expensive silk slip was grasped by the redhead.
Leigh noticed the evil glint in her eye as she pulled
it formable down exposing her naked small puffy
breasts. The slip dropped to the ground exposing her
white shorts style lacy knickers. The redhead knelt in
front of her. She slipped her fingers over the
elasticised waistband. She looked the terrified
teenager in the eye as she began slowly and almost
seductively sliding them down.
She licked her lips as the underwear and her fingers
caressed Leigh's smooth skin. In one last gently pull
her small dark mound was exposed. The redhead slowly
finished the job gradually pulling the white knickers
down until they reached her feet. Gently she lifted
each foot in turn and removed them completely. The
other gang members then pulled off the ruined slip. She
so wanted to cover her exposed body but couldn't as
they continued to hold her arms.
They then pushed her towards Amy and she landed on the
seat next to her. Both girls did their best to cover
their bare breasts with their hands and crossed their
legs. They were naked apart from their trainers and
ankle socks. The gang members threw around the removed
clothing and joked.
It was then that one of the girls pulled a blue and
white box from one of the carrier bags that lay on the
seats. She read out aloud the printing,
'....I nicked this from that shop window...hay listen
to this....the battery operated Intimate Area Shaver
leaves any body hair areas as smooth as a newborn
baby's skin.'
Everyone a part from the two friends giggled and
laughed and they passed it around.
Once of them pulled it from its box and put it on and
began chasing her friends around the bus with it.
'Shall we give it a try on a guinea pig? She asked her
friends.
Amy and Leigh were grateful that they had found
something else to take their minds off them. Leigh was
working out an escape. At the right moment she would
open the emergency back exit grab her dress and get
away, leaving Amy and Felicity to sort themselves out.
In all the noise and general commotion the two naked
friends did not hear the reference to guinea pig as
they huddled together.
In a flash the gang was upon on them again and Amy was
grabbed by the wrist whilst Leigh was pulled out of the
way and pushed into another seat. Amy was manoeuvred
into the middle of the large back seat with much
groping of her bare breasts and bottom. She shrieked
and cried out at ever push, pull and grope. Two girls
sat either side of her holding her arms whilst another
four grappled with her long shapely tanned legs.
Amy fought to keep them tightly together but the four
females soon had their way and her lags were pulled
open. Before she could hardly consider what was
happening her body was o the move again. Her calves
were grabbed in a couple of arm locks and were being
lifted. This caused her body to slide down the seat
until her shoulder blades rested on the cushions. Leigh
was ordered to sit and watch and she obeyed not wishing
to further provoke her captors. She could hardly
believe her eyes as she gazed between Amy's open legs
focussing or her neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair and
her exposed vagina.
Leigh then noticed the intimate lady shaver being held
by the redhead. She thought it looked more like a
microphone than her own shaver. Soon Amy was to feel a
sensation that she had never experienced before as the
shaver gently vibrated over her soft skin removing a
layer from the fringes of her pubic mound. In a couple
of minutes the job was almost complete. All that
remained was a thin 'runway' down the middle of Amy's
pink cleft.
'This looks a bit difficult, anyone wanna have a go?'
she asked looking around for some help.
'I will!' said a voice.
Amy was shocked. It was the voice of Leigh.
She had been looking for an opportunity to gain the
gangs trust and thus gain n her freedom. This simple
act could do just that. She reasoned that it was not
that strange as she took the shaver. Leigh was
something of an expert when it came to shaving down
there. Whilst she did not have the curvaceous body or
breasts of a young woman she did have a generous
helping of pubic hair. She had been trimming and
shaving for a good three years, a necessity when taking
part in sport and gymnastics. Older girls in her
gymnastics club very kindly offered to assist younger
girls with their first shave and this was not that
different, she reasoned.
She knelt in front of her friend's naked and exposed
genitalia. The gang members let out a gasp of surprise
as she placed two of her fingers on Amy's labia and
manoeuvred the lips to safely expose the remaining
hairs. Expertly she manoeuvred the folds of pink flesh
until every last blonde hair was gone. For the first
time since their hair-raising journey began their was
complete silence.
Leigh stood up and passed the shaver back to the
redheaded girl, who smiled. The girl with scrapped back
hair then knelt down where Leigh had been. She licked
her finger and then began circling it around Amy's
shaven orifice. Amy begged for the her to stop and
Leigh looked away and sat down on a nearby seat. She
contemplated on what she had done and felt relieved.
Now they would let her get dressed and set her free. As
for her friends that was not her concern.
As with many actions in life not everyone interprets
what they see in the same way. Whilst being shaved Amy
had very quickly came to the realisation that Leigh was
not her friend at all, but rather a selfish bitch who
would do anything to save herself. It was the thought
of what she would do to her later that took her mind
off the finger that had now entered her virginal
orifice. For the redhead she had seen the events in a
slightly different way to that of Leigh.
It was true that she now viewed the posh young woman in
a different light and had some trust for her. She asked
Leigh to stand and then put her arm around her shoulder
and started to lead her towards the front of the bus.
It was feeling her bare flesh against her own that
reminded Leigh that she was naked. Somehow the comfort
of her footwear had for a few moments made her forget.
The gang had started their noisy chatting and shouting
again as they looked on at their friend assaulting
their virgin captive.
The redhead gently turned Leigh's head so that she too
could witness the erotic site of one female
masturbating another whilst other members of the gang
were kissing or undressing. In the few moments whilst
they looked on an orgy unfolded before her innocent
eyes. Tongues caressed nipples, fingers entered bodies
and hands felt over eager flesh. With those images
engrained in her mind Leigh was lead to the front of
the bus with her new friend.
Once on their own and seated the redhead planted a kiss
on Leigh's cheek. She would not have been too concerned
about the gesture on its own, but the fact she was
naked and the woman doing it was had bare breasts was a
bit strange. To further add to her alarm one of the
redhead's hands was resting just below her own right
breast. Then followed a kiss on the lips and the
cupping or her breast.
The kiss was longer than the first and more worryingly
she felt a flick of a tongue on her lips. The redhead's
free arm went around Leigh's neck and pulled her
closer. The tongue probed forward again and slipped
between her lips. Fingers found her pointed nipple and
gently played with it. Leigh could feel her heart
racing as her nipples swelled uncontrollably due to the
stimulation. Her chest pounded all the more when the
redhead began kissing and gently sucking her engorged
nipples and areola. He mind was in total overload, just
what was happening to her?
Amy was being repositioned and was now on all fours,
her rounded buttocks in the air. Hands reached out and
felt her ample breasts and played with her nipples.
Each girl was taking it in turn to kiss and suck her
inflamed labia and flick their eager tongues on her
previously untouched clitoris. She gasped at every
sensation.
It wasn't long before the redhead moved down Leigh's
body kissing almost every inch as she travelled south.
Leigh looked down to check she wasn't dreaming. No it
was real. The young woman was positioned between her
open legs and was licking her. The tongue expertly
found every sensitive place. Leigh closed her eyes and
decided to enjoy the sensation.
Whilst Amy and Leigh seduction was firm it was also
gentle. True their clothing had been forcibly removed
from them but now there was little force just coercion.
The effect of the alcohol and the desire to survive
without a beating had made them fairly compliant. If
only the same could be said of their friend Felicity.
Within moments of her arrival and the initial friendly
conversation things soon changed for the worse. Her
friends had heard her screams for help before she was
silenced. There own predicament had focussed their
minds rather than worrying about her troubles.
The black girls had, without any warning, grabbed her
and pushed her to the floor and held her down. They
then proceeded to pour a rum-based drink down her
throat. She sputtered and tried not to consume it but
despite her best efforts and good amount went down. A
strong and rather butch young woman sat astride her
waist during the attack. Felicity fought for her breath
as she swallowed the syrupy drink. Felicity's arms were
held firmly above her head and her legs were sat upon
to prevent her kicking and lashing out.
The spiked drink did its job within minutes. Felicity
was soon in a stupor. It was as though she was floating
around. She could hear a cacophony of strange voices
and music along with visions of her recent holiday and
other previous enjoyable events. She lay on the seat
almost motionless with her eyelids occasionally
flickering and opening. The odd murmur came out of her
mouth but other than that she was quiet. She was having
a happy dream in which she found herself willing to co-
operate with every suggestion and go along with what
every was said. Her body felt like putty and she was
not able to fully control her movements. But in her
state of ecstasy it just didn't seem to matter.
Felicity's light bootleg cotton chinos were held in
place by a drawstring waistband tied in a bow. A quick
pull of the bow and the trousers glided down her olive-
skinned legs and off her body. She was then pulled to
her feet and manoeuvred into a knelling position on
another seat, before being pulled over its back. Her
bottom was now facing upward with her arms and head
hanging down the back of the double seat. Her
conservative white silky tanga-style panties, complete
with a tiny flowery design, brought mocking comments
from the street-wise teenagers. That was the sort of
underwear their younger sisters or mothers might wear.
A knife was quickly found and the offending knickers
cut up both outside legs and torn away by eager and
forceful hands. Her naked white pert arse was now
clearly visible to the gang and anyone glancing into
the passing bus. Fortunately for Felicity she was
unaware of exactly what was happening and there were
few people out on the street to view her exposure.
However, her dreamy mind was brought into focus a
little when one girl smacked her naked rump. The
onlookers laughed and then queued to have a turn!
The sound of the black flesh raining down on the white
buttocks filled the bus. This humiliation was just the
start. Once they had all had two or three slaps her
bottom was left looking rather pink. In Felicity's
drugged mind she thought she had been stung by a swarm
of bees, a thing she had feared since childhood. Thus
when long tongues began licking and full lips started
kissing her naked behind, she interpreted this as the
applying of soothing lotion by her two friends.
Felicity continued to slumber in and out of
consciousness. She wondered why her friends were
parting her buttocks and then applying lotion around
and inside her anus? She had strength to say a word or
move her body away. Three of the gang took it in turns
to allow their experienced tongues to rim and then
enter her 'tight little rosebud' as they described it.
The last assailant entered her with a small finger
lubricated with the residue of saliva. The other looked
on calling out encouragement.
The sexual tension then exploded. Felicity's body was
pulled in frenzy onto the floor and her remaining
clothing cut and ripped from her. Her halter neck
cotton top easily gave way to the vigorous tugging. She
then pushed into a seating position and her cute lacy
white bra was unfastened and yanked free from her arms.
Her black shoes and white socks were also taken from
her.
For a few brief moments the gang looked down on her
prostrate relaxed naked body, admiring her long dark
hair and virginal appearance. Then the eldest female
theatrically removed her own tight lycra bottoms along
with her thong, off too came her matching lycra top and
loose footwear. She stood there naked, proudly posing
to her appreciative friends.
She then lowered herself seductively until she was
lying on top of her prey. She began by holding her head
still whilst kissing her cheeks and then her lips.
Gradually her own dark well-formed body glided down
Felicity's smaller but perfect frame. Her lips and
tongue enjoyed her breasts and circled her pink nipples
before suckling one. She was gentle pulling the tiny
pink nipple between her black lips. But her lust and
excitement grew like a fire. She began gently chewing
on the soft flesh drawing it further into her mouth.
Soon a good portion of Felicity's left breast was being
sucked inside the large mouth. One of her assailant's
hands moulded her other breast squeezing and plying her
other nipple whilst her legs manoeuvred between her
own. Once her legs were parted the hand soon found its
way between her legs and found her neatly trimmed
triangle of dark curly hair. A probing index forced its
way inside the virginal teen. Felicity's dreaming
imagined she was at the doctors and being examined.
The woman then released her mouth from the breast
leaving a love bit on the naked and wet flesh. She
repositioned herself and knelt between felicity's open
legs. She continued to probe her tight orifice. The
others in the gang grabbed the young woman's shapely
legs and pulled them further part so as to get a better
view of the penetration.
The woman removed her finger after a minute or so, and
then licked it like a lollypop until all traces of
virgin's blood were removed! She then dived down and
pushed her mouth forcibly over the exposed vagina. Her
tongue slipped between the damp and exposed lips of the
young woman. She expertly flicked it around feeling
every little crevasse and tiny bump. Felicity could
feel her heart racing and this strange but not
unpleasant feeling radiating from her vagina, which was
taking over her innocent body and mind.
It wasn't long before the other six black young women
started to kiss and caress each other and removed their
clothing. Felicity was shared amongst them according to
the pecking order of the gang. The leader was not going
to allow any of her bitches to sample the virginal
young woman until she had fully broken her it. Having
orally assaulted her cunt it was only fair that the
white bitch returned the favour. She positioned her
curl-covered and wet orifice just above Felicity's
chin.
'Come on gerl,' she said in a seductive voice. 'Lick me
nice juicy.' she divided her labia with her fingers.
She arched her back and pushed forward. Her pink large
labial lips touched Felicity's dainty mouth.
Instinctively Felicity licked her lips and in doing so
caressed the tip of the woman's labia. The woman moaned
in appreciation and asked for more. In Felicity's
confusion she licked again and again. It was an unusual
taste and sensation but not unpleasant. Soon she had
been tricked into placing her tongue inside the
welcoming orifice. It was only a few brief moments
before the black woman noisily climaxed pushing her
pussy hard against the teen's mouth and nose. She then
stood up leaving Felicity gasping for air, her face and
some of her hair now soaked in the woman's juice.
Once permitted the other black girls quickly followed
their leader's example. Felicity's vagina was entered
by many different fingers, her breasts bitten and
suckled and her mouth used for their perverted
pleasuring for about forty minutes. They might have
continued abusing her passive body had a couple of the
gang not remembered the two other unlucky passengers
sitting at the front of the bus hidden by the
stairwell. The two young women didn't know each other
but decided to sit together for mutual support when the
bus was hijacked. They had kept quiet and still and
thus hoped that they would be ignored.
Unfortunately two naked black girls were now standing
in front them and glaring down. For Shabina it was very
shocking to see nudity particularly in such a public
place. Her strict Muslim upbringing had taught her that
this was very wrong. Believing women that they should
guard their modesty and that they should not display
their beauty except to their husbands. Shabina tried
not to look up and looked towards the floor and closed
her eyes. The black girls looked at her full-length
black jalbab her purple hijab headscarf. One then
reached forward and yanked at her hijab. The Asian girl
tried to grab it but it was off leaving her long dark
and silky shoulder length hair exposed. 'If only her
mother hadn't made her go into town for the vegetables'
she thought.
Lauren sat pushed up against the side of the bus
clutching her small sports bag. She tried not to be
fazed by the nudity, reckoning that she often observed
her girl friends and women naked. In fact just over an
hour before she had been in the changing room at her
dance class and observed many unclothed bodies. She had
tried not to hear the sounds that were coming from the
back of the bus. Her iPod had assisted her in drowning
out most of the rather alarming noises. Seeing the
hijab pulled from the Asian girl made her very
concerned. She wanted to speak out and demand that they
left her alone but feared her own safety.
Shabina was then pulled from her seat to her feet. She
begged them to leave her alone.
'Please take my money,' she said believing that is what
they might want.
From her position she could view the other naked
embracing females as they played with each other's
bodies. She could see Felicity with her legs wide open
and a finger being thrust inside. The prudish young
woman felt sick at seeking such a sight. They ignored
her offer of money and pushed and pulled her toward the
throng of naked bodies. The gang members stopped their
kissing and intimate embraces and looked up.
'Wow!' said one in amazement.
That clearly was the opinion of the rest of the gang
who started to pull at the black jilbab. With so many
eager hands the poor girl could do little to prevent
the loose-fitting garment being pulled over her head.
The girls ignored her cried and started to pull down
her black cotton trousers and pulled up her cotton top.
She was held for a few brief moments wearing just her
large black knickers and sensible bra.
Her drab garments were hiding a gorgeous and well-
formed young body. Her shinning hair fell over her
silky brown skin and rested covering her shoulders and
bra. Then with much howling and shouting the final
items were forcibly removed. She was held firmly so
that the leader could get a good look at her puffy
breasts, pointed nipples and large dark areola. She
then knelt down and quickly inspected her generous
forest of dark pubic hair. Normally she would have
ordered her legs pulled open, so she could have tasted
this delicious beauty but her attention was diverted by
the presence of Lauren.
Lauren sat in fear as they dragged her fellow passenger
away. She looked out of the window hoping to see
someone to beckon to. But there was no one. Now she was
being pulled to the back of the bus and the black girls
were looking at her. She could see the Asian girl naked
and sobbing being held by her captives. See also
noticed the naked figure of Felicity lying on the
floor.
The leader moved forward to meet her and kissed her on
the lips. Lauren was too shocked to try and stop her or
even turn her head. They continued to firmly hold her
as the leader unzipped her red tracksuit jacket. Once
opened the gang members could clearly see her skimpy
silver leotard. The sight of this caused great
excitement. Her matching bottoms were pulled down from
behind and her tiny item of clothing was fully exposed.
Lauren had always felt confident and comfortable
wearing such an item at her Saturday dance class.
Her feelings now were rather fearful as to the effect
it might have in this situation. She was right to be
concerned as her top was pulled from her and the
leotard pulled down revealing her adolescent breasts.
They sat there like two pouched eggs whilst her chest
gently heaved as the garment disappeared down her body.
She could feel the fabric descending down her well-
toned body exposing her nakedness bit by bit. Next her
bottom and vagina would be on show. She had often been
grateful that unlike other girls of her age she hadn't
had to shave or even trim. How she now wished she had
more body hair to hide her embarrassment as the leotard
slipped over her hips and down her thighs.
All her clothing including her trainers were now off.
Lauren tried not to show any fear as the leader
explained, in her own disgusting way just what she
wanted the two girls to do to each other.
It was then the bus swerved dramatically and came to a
dramatic halt having collided with a burnout truck.
Everyone on the bus was thrown to the floor and thus
all activities stopped. Then as quickly as the gang had
entered the bus they left, clutching their clothing.
Their victims sat down confused and dazed.
Felicity remained in her stupor unaware of the change
of events. Hurriedly all the others came to their
senses and grabbed whatever clothing they could find.
Amy and Leigh came down to stairs to see the two girls
getting dressed and then noticed Felicity laying on the
floor legs open and naked with a smile on her face. Amy
encouraged Leigh to find her some clothing and they
then got her dressed.
The five of them looked anxiously about before getting
off the bus. They then decided to stick together and
started walking and looking for assistance. Thankfully
it wasn't long before a police minibus pulled up and a
friendly policewoman asked them if they needed a lift.
They readily accepted the offer and got in. They were
now all on their way to safety and home.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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