subpbfl
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Work was unbearably slow today, I text Daddy a lot today, but didn't get many responses. He must be visiting one of the others. I send Him one last text stating that I am waiting for the bus to get home, before I put my phone away. I can't wait to get home, but first this damn bus has to get here. When it finally comes I'm surprised to see usual bus driver, he never is this late. I greet him as I usually do and to the second to last row in the back I go. I check my phone to make sure my alarms are set, but see that my phone only has 5% battery power. I really don't think that my phone will last for the 2 hours it takes to get home on the bus, but one can hope right? This drivers sees me all the time, he know what stop I get off at anyway, worst case scenario he'll just wake me up. To save my battery I put my phone in airplane mode. I am feeling a little nervous about the phone battery so I think I'll just try to stay awake this time. The bus isn't as busy as it normally is at this time of day, but then again it is the weekend maybe they are holding something downtown. Whatever, I don't care I just want to get home. I decide to pull out a book and start reading. I look up and it seems that I'm almost half way home. My eyes feel heavy and I check my phone. Fuck it only has 2% left! I really don't think my phone will make it. I try to stay awake, but my eyes feel heavy. Reading isn't helping at all, I'll just look out the window. The trees are flying by but no matter how hard I try to concentrate on the trees my eyes seem to keep closing.
I can feel a sweat drop trickle down temple, barely conscious I wipe my brow without opening my eyes. It isn't until I hear the bus engine cut off did I really wake up. I look around, all is dark and I'm scared shitless. "oh fuck where the hell am I" I ask myself aloud. I look out the window and am clueless as to where I am. All I know is that the bus is dark, I'm alone, clueless as to my location, and not to my surprise my phone is dead. I take a deep breath to try to calm myself before I even think about what to do next. I'm finally calm and about to push myself to an upright position I see that there rope around my wrists. No longer calm I try to undo the rope, but I can't get my hands close enough together. The ends are tied to the rail protruding from the top of the seats in front of me. I look down at my ankles and they are given the same treatment. I hear movement outside the bus and sit up, my first thought is to hide behind the seat infront of me but my ropebound hand would be a dead giveaway so I give up and just mentally prepare for what is next. I hear a heavy footstep on the bus and feel the bus dip slightly as a man got on, dressed in the transportation uniform. I watched as he walked to me, he wasn't the same shape as my usual driver. He came and stood a yard away from me, I tried hard to make out the shape of his face but I couldn't see it, He wore his hat too low so I couldn't see. "So you think you can fall asleep on the bus and not worry about anything happening?" His voice sounded slightly familiar, but something else caught my attention before I could answer. His smell. Something about it was familiar I couldn't put my finger on it but it was strangely comforting. In this situation the last thing that I want is to be comfortable, I needed to be alert. He flicked my nipple after my extended time not answering his question."No sir, I was just so tired it was an accident" I didn't think that was a good enough answer."After tonight you won't make that mistake again" I knew he was right, I would never again do that if I even make it past the night. He goes in his pocket and pulls out a box cutter. I go over my options of how to stop whatever is about to happen, nothing comes to mind. I've stared at the box cutter since the moment he took it out of his pocket, apparently my staring amuses him because he chuckles. He brings the blade to my chest and traces my collar bone lightly with its tip. I feel it getting heavier once it reaches my clothing.I remember the time I told my Daddy about my rape fantasy, being bound and helpless as a stranger has his way, there is nothing sexy about what it happening and I regret of dreaming about rape, play or otherwise. I whimper and he laughs. I swallow hard as I begin to feel my clothes give way under the knife. Everything inside me tells me try to kick him or push him away, but the blade slowly traveling down my torso has me stuck in place. He finally reaches my waist and begins to cut my skirt. I remember then how I walked out the house without panties and immediately regret that decision as he says, "my my my look what we have here. I caught myself a slut." He grabs the mound of my fat, hairless pussy with his hand and says, "look at this fat thing, fattest pussy I've ever seen." He finally let's go but he isn't finished with it yet, he places 2 fingers at the top of my slit and slowly moves them further in until he reaches my clit. I gasp. I curse myself for doing it, as if that gasp was a way to grant permission to this man to have me any way he wishes. He spreads my lips open to have a look."The magic button" he says while staring at my clit. He looks up and stares at the breasts that he has neglected so far. He cuts a line down the center of each cup of my bra, the damp material peels aside like sepal of a flower. My nipples begin to harden as my breasts are no longer restricted by the bra. What an inopportune time for them to perk up. I am beginning to feel as if my body will betray me. He pinches my nipples I resist the urge to bite my lip. He has found my buttons, I am defenseless, like kryptonite to superman. I draw in a deep breath to help keep my composure. something else catches my attention again, it's his smell, so familiar but now that he is closer I can get a better whiff. He smells of wood, his mild woody sent mixed with his hours old cologne is intoxicating. I reminds me of my Daddy, but there is distinct difference between the two, this man smells very earthy, while my Daddy is just woody. His smell is so similar to my Daddy that I can't help but to relax more. My body is betraying me, but my brain suddenly more alert commands my formerly frozen hands to push this man away. He is so much stronger than me, so I tried to hit him. This woke my legs and soon them came to my aid. He merely backed up and walked over to the end of my rope and pulled to tighten the slack. he did this to all of my ropes, I was spread open, no way to cover myself. With a chuckle he walks back to me and pulls out a blindfold from his pocket. Thrashing my head about can't save me, I'm blind now. I hear him take off his hat and I feel him lean on me, his breath on my breast, the spot getting warmer and suddenly I yelp. He has bitten my left breast, my nipple is in his mouth . I feel him slowly lifting his head off of my breast, but feel his teeth dragging on my skin until he reaches my nipple. He starts to bite harder and harder until i am about to scream, he then starts flicking his tongue at the nipple that is clamped between his teeth. I gasp, this feels so good. I wanted him to get off of me, yet at the same time I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. He releases and does the same to my right breast.
< Message edited by subpbfl -- 7/29/2011 5:14:45 PM >
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