The Bus to Slavery

The Bus to Slavery

by Razor7826

 

Part One

 

“I still can’t believe that Mom and Dad are really gone.”  Theresa Mosley sighed as she rested her head against the window of her sister’s car.  The country landscape swept by.

 

Sharon Mosley turned towards the back seat.  “We’ll get through this, little sis.  The key is to just go on with your life.” 

 

The younger woman started to cry as she looked her sister in the eye.  “I... I can’t do this.  I think I’m going to take this semester off.”

 

The female driver of the car turned around and began to berate her youngest sister. “No you won’t! You know how important Mom and Dad regarded our studies, and it will be a cold day in hell before I let you blow off their wishes!”  Rebecca Mosley was clearly upset at her sister’s depressed ramblings.  At 27 years old, Rebecca was now the head of her family, though the family didn’t have much of a leader anymore.  At 27, 23, and 19 years old, the Mosley women weren’t much of a tight-knit family anymore.  With the death of their parents in a car accident and the older two girls living on their own, there was no longer anything to keep the family together.   It had already been decided that their rural home was going to be sold to pay for Theresa’s schooling.

 

            Rebecca Mosley, the eldest of the three sisters, is a successful lawyer that had moved to Chicago after graduating law school.  Confident and feisty, she made a good big sister for her family.  Unfortunately, she still carried tons of student loans and was in no position to support her sisters financially.  She was tall and slender, with 34C breasts and long black hair.  Coming home from the funeral, she wore a sleek black suit and a wide brimmed black hat.

 

            The middle sister is Sharon, a recent graduate that had taken a job in Springfield accounting firm, far from her family. She is the most serious of the sisters, but also the most caring.  Her younger sister’s extreme negativity over the last week has her worried.  She is five foot seven, and has a medium build, blond hair, and 38C breasts, and is wearing white and black dress, one that she used to wear to church.

 

            The youngest of the sisters is Theresa, a freshman at a nearby state University.  She is a bright young woman and quite ambitious, but she was by no means ready for the sudden loss of her parents.  On the verge of an emotional breakdown, she is holding on only by the help of her sisters.  She is short and slender, with long brown hair, and 30C breasts.  She is wearing a slim black dress.

 

            All three of the sisters were shocked when their parents died in a car accident on their way home from church the previous Sunday.  A drunk driver had taken the lives of two wonderful people, and the Mosley girls were barely able to cope with the sudden loss.  Rebecca quickly took a big sister role and tried to help her younger siblings deal with the loss.  So far, she wasn’t doing a very good job, and things were about to get worse.

 

            The girls were halfway between the cemetery and their parent’s home when the engine stalled.  “What happened?” asked Theresa, shaking back into reality. 

 

            “I’m not sure,” responded Rebecca.  “I don’t know too much about cars.”  She pulled onto the shoulder, parked the car, and popped the trunk.  None of the sisters could make out what the problem was.  “Let’s call a tow truck.”  All three of the sisters pulled out their cell phones and checked for signal.

 

            No bars.

 

            “Damnit, why did this have to happen to us, and of all days today?”  Theresa threw her cell-phone down road, where it broke into several pieces.

 

            “Theresa! Calm down, alright?  We need to stay calm.  Just flag down a car and we can call for a tow truck once we can make a call.”  As usual, Rebecca was the calm one.

 

            “We’re in the middle of nowhere; we’ll be lucky if a car even comes by this way at all today!”  Sharon was right.  This county road was rarely traveled, and it was over seven miles in either direction before there was any sign of civilization.

 

            Rebecca sighed softly.  “Let’s wait an hour, and if nobody drives by, one of us can walk back towards Tom’s deli.”  Both of the younger sisters took the plan as fact, and sat on the hood of the car, no longer caring about keeping their funeral cloths clean.

 

            After about a half an hour, Rebecca noticed what seemed to be a huge truck heading down the road.  That’s odd, I’ve never seen a truck that big head down this road before. There wasn’t really anything down this way except a few family farms.  As the vehicle neared, Rebecca could see that it wasn’t a truck; it seemed to be a large commercial tour bus.  Twelve feet tall and nearly thirty feet long, the bus passed the stranded car at full speed.  The sister’s tried to look into it, but the windows were heavily tinted, and not even silhouettes could be seen.  The bus blew past them without even slowing down, but two hundred feet down the road the driver slammed on the breaks. The bus door opened, and a woman stepped out.  She wore a long red dress that showed of her ample cleavage.  By the way she walked, Rebecca could tell she was wearing high heels.

 

            “You girls need any help?” the woman yelled.

 

            Theresa excitedly replied, “Yeah, our car is fucked and our cell phones aren’t working.  Can you give us a lift down the road?”

 

            The woman raised her hand to her face and thought for a moment, looking over the three sisters.  After ten seconds, she flagged her right arm at the women and said “Sure, we can do that.  We’re a tour group heading to a convention, but we can drop you off somewhere along the way.”  As the women walked along the shoulder of the highway, the woman in red made a complex hand gesture towards the bus, as if she were signaling to the driver via the side mirrors.  Theresa noticed the sign, but quickly shrugged it off to get back to her introspection.

 

            The woman stopped near the door and let the sisters board the bus first.  First Rebecca, then Sharon, and lastly Theresa walked up the tall stairs into the bus.  Theresa bumped into her older sister, puzzled over what the hold up was.  She turned towards the inside of the bus to see what the hold up was, and saw one of the most disturbing scenes she had ever seen in her life, one that would be burned into her memory for a long time to come.  In the middle of the posh charter bus was an Asian girl, not much older than Theresa, bound in chains and leather across her entire body.  A leather muzzle kept her mouth shut as a man in his twenties rammed his cock in and out of her ass.  The bound girl looked up towards the sisters.  All three of them could see the tears in her eyes.

 

            Rebecca backed towards the door.  “What is going on her?”  With a quick shove from behind, Rebecca stumbled towards the middle of the bus.  The woman in red had no intention of letting the sisters leave.  She grabbed Sharon and shoved her into the middle of the room, and then grabbed Theresa’s and yanked her alongside her.  The driver of the bus, a man in his thirties with a goatee, grinned at the scene and then started up the bus again.  The men and women of the bus were on top of the sisters as the bus sped away from the stranded car.

 

            Within moment, each of the girls was gagged- Rebecca with a ball gag, Sharon with a muzzle, and Theresa with a leather bit.  Their arms were stuck behind their back with by thick leather wrist cuffs connected with a short chain.  The woman in red riffled their pockets and purses, emptying their contents onto one of the bus seats.  Noticing the cell-phones, the woman picked them up and removed the batteries.  “Wouldn’t want people knowing where you are, now would we?”

 

            All three of the sisters struggled, but they were held firmly in place by the chains and the arms of those around them. The woman in red walked through the crowd and kneeled in front of the new captives.  “I knew the moment I saw all three of you that you were the girls for us.”  Rebecca tried lunging for the woman, but her binds held.  “Now, I strongly suggest you calm down before you get your sisters hurt.”  A look of terror filled Rebecca’s eyes, the threat against her family clearly having been effective. 

 

            Amidst the panic of her sisters, Sharon remained level headed.  Looking around the bus, she took inventory of the surroundings.  First, she noted the people in it.  There was the woman in red, the goateed bus driver, the other captive, the man that was raping the other captive, an Asian girl that seemed to be about Theresa’s age, an Indian woman around thirty, and another man with short dark hair that seemed to be in his mid twenties.

 

            “My name is Michelle, and we,” began the woman, “are the Sorrow’s Falls BDSM Club.  Myself, our driver Toby, Sari, Lucy, and Frank are our core members, while Amy here,” Michelle gestured to the Asian girl being pounded by Frank, “is a recent ‘initiate’ you can say.  She is actually Lucy’s older sister, but she seemed to have a problem with Lucy’s hobbies and was threatening to tell her mother about our activities.  Knowing that such a revelation would shine suspicion on us over a few recent disappearances of local women, we decided that Amy needed to be inducted into our club.”  Amy winced as Frank continued to rape her ass.

 

            “The three of you are the newest in a long line of partners for us, and we have a wonderful weekend in front of us!  Now, who wants to experience our lifestyle first?”  All three of sisters moaned in protest.  Michelle merely grinned in response; all three of the sister’s looked rather delectable in their funeral dresses.

 

            Sari made the decision for the group.  “The one in the hat looks like she wants to play.  Let’s get her hooked to the ceiling.”  Frank pulled his cock out of Amy and fiercely grabbed Rebecca’s collar.  He pulled her up and led her towards the center of the bus.  From this new vantage point, Rebecca could see the special modifications that the group had installed on the bus.  Eyebolts littered the walls, chairs, and ceiling, as if the bus was designed to hold people against their will.

 

            Frank undid the chain between Rebecca’s wrists, and then chained her arms above her head.  Her raised arms bent the brims of her funeral hat.  “Mffff!” Rebecca tried spitting out the ball gag, to no avail.   Rebecca and her sisters had just buried their parents, and now, under her own protection, all of them were going to be raped by a group of sexual fetishists. What horrible luck.

 

            Frank and the three dominant women surrounded Rebecca and began caressing her captive body.  The feeling of the silk suit being rubbed against her skin felt sensual; the feeling was one that Rebecca tried to suppress.  Suri and Lucy each grabbed one side of the suit collar and pulled, causing the buttons on both her coat and her blouse to burst apart, exposing her black bra.

 

            “…mmmm….”  Rebecca continued to struggle, but she was beginning to lose hope, realizing that she truly was at the mercy of these monsters.  Frank pulled down her bra, exposing her nipples.  He then attached large clips to them, causing Rebecca to wince in pain.  Meanwhile, Michelle undid the latch on Rebecca’s suit pants, and slowly pulled them down and off her legs.  Her panties, on the other hand, were torn off with a simple tug.

 

             “Looks like it is time to begin,” muttered Frank.  Without further foreplay, he lifted Rebecca’s legs to his sides, and rammed his penis into her vagina; the caressing had done a little to turn her on, but not nearly enough.  A sharp pain filled her body- a pain that was further enhanced as Michelle crammed a ribbed vibrating dildo into Rebecca’s asshole.

 

            Theresa and Sharon watched in horror as their big sis was raped, partially sorry for her, but also glad that they would be free from pain for at least a little while longer.

 

            Rebecca bounced up and down on Frank’s penis, her arms ready to tear out of their sockets.  She could see that the bus had entered a more populated area, and was hopeful that somebody would see the rape and come to help them, but then she remembered the tinting; nobody on the outside could possibly see in.

 

            The mobile dungeon rolled through the small town, the peaceful inhabitants unaware that three of their beloved residents were being raped just feet away.