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The bus has a musky smell. The driver is a middle aged black man with age spots all over his face, smoking a cigarette thats almost burnt out. "Turn around..." he sighs.

I do as he says, shaking.

"Oh we got a shaky one today" he notices "We'll have to stop by sonic and grab you a shake, shaky! Theyre half price after five I hear."

He thinks he's funny. He grabs my upper arms and handcuffs me behind my back so I can't move.

"Name?" he says as he huffs smoke into my face.

"Katie Williams..." I hesitate.

"Katie Williams..." He echoes.

"What?" I snap.

"Woah there pony don't be snappy at me! We don't have a Katie Williams on the list...theres a Katherine Williams. Could that be you??"

I nod.

"They like words here in this community."

"Yesir, I'm Katherine Williams."

"okie Kathy, Kat-a-tat-tat. Speaking of tats...lemme see those knockers." He says as he squeezes my breast.

"Woah girly whatre you?"

"34D." I respond.

"Darn there, nice cans."

I raise my eyebrows and roll my eyes "Thanks."

"You're my first stop today Kath. Can I just have a minute alorn with ya?" he asks.

"Do I have a choice?" I respond. He scribbles on his pad next to my name...Katherine Williams...fuck.

"No ya don't girly." He says as he grabs my boobs and digs his nails into them.

"Oooh owee" I moan.

"Quiet bitch" he says as I feel his boner grinds against my ass

"Uuuhh stoppp" the pain from his nails hurts like hell and I can't stand it.

He stops. He scribbles more onto his paper by my name.

"Kathy Kathy..." he tsks. "I havern't explained the rules yet, but you shouldrve known bettr to be actin like that, filthy slut. Strip." He's demanding and pedophilic.

"No." I say. He doesn't own me and I hope he never does.

He scribbles more in that notebook.

"Yers" he says eventually.

"No!" I say. I will NOT. I can't move my hands either...how would I strip?

"Fine." he says, as he sits back in his bus driving seat.

"What're you doing?" I peer over as much as I can, but his back is to me and he's digging around in a basket.

"Now, they don't let me have any erv the fun toys, but i make do." He pulls duct tape from the basket. He tapes my mouth shut with 5 pieces of tape, and reaches back into his basket.

The tape goes almost all the way around my cheeks, to my ears and to my chin. I really can't get it off, and speaking would just make him angrier i think.

Usually I'd be so turned on by this, so wet in my pussy, but this guy's making me dryer than the Sahara.

He returns with scissors, fuck no.

I squirm as he cuts off my blue pajama shirt that says "I survived the Tower Of Doom", a local rollercoaster. I squirm more when he unhooks my lacy, black bra. My tits are fully exposed and he takes a look at them and grunts before moving to my pajama pants, and then to my underwear. My clothes are torn into pieces and he puts the scissors away.

"Wasn't gonna do nothin ter ya, just wantered to see that whoreish body of yers you dumb slut."

I bow my head

"Thought ser. Seat 36, cunt." He says as he motions to a seat with the number 36 spraypainted on it near the middle of the bus.  I sit in silence for what I think is 30 minutes before we grab our next passenger.