Squashed on a Bus

Not  for the first time that night, Alice woke up.  Despite her best efforts  at using her backpack as a pillow and her school blazer as a cover, she  could not sleep comfortably on the bench; the constant jostling of the  bus, the steady humming of its engine, and the indistinct chatter from  the few passengers that remained all conspired to keep the 14-year-old  runaway awake.  

Then there were the circumstances of her running away.  At 4'8 and 91  pounds--20 of which was in her breasts--Alice was the shortest and  smallest girl in her family.  Her mother, her sisters, her aunts and  grandma, her mother's girlfriend, even--all of them tipped the  scales at more than triple her weight (and the shortest of them, Alice's  16-year-old sister Ruth, stood more than two feet taller than her).  As  such, Alice got bullied a lot at home, and often found herself being  "accidentally" sat on.  She knew better--she'd caught her own mother  checking once to make sure she sat right on Alice's head.  And  she wasn't going to take it any more.  And so Alice had grabbed  everything she could carry--an old backpack from the camping trip last  summer, a few changes of clothes, some food that wouldn't go bad, a  couple bottles of water, and thirty-five dollars--and set out that  morning, still in her school uniform, to ride the bus as far as it could  go and never look back.  She was still wondering if that had been the  right thing to do, especially once she saw the woman who was watching  her now.

The woman was young, a lot younger than she dressed at least.  She  looked every bit the classic "sexy librarian" stereotype from the porn  flicks Alice's mom made her watch, only ballooned up to 400 pounds.  Her  hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her green eyes stared right at Alice over the woman's horn-rimmed glasses.  She was smiling.

Alice turned away from the woman, pulled her jacket over her head, and  willed herself to get some more sleep; the bus had been traveling for  three hours already, and wasn't about to stop anytime soon.  Alice  closed her eyes.

When Alice opened her eyes, she knew something was wrong.  Her mouth was  duct-taped shut!  Her arms were stretched out behind her and tied--no,  taped--together, and to the bench.  Someone's face was between  her legs!  Alice craned her neck up, only to see the fat librarian  greedily licking her hairless pussy.  The woman ran her fat hands all up  and down Alice's legs as she raped her with her tongue.  Alice could  see no other people on the bus (but even then, surely the bus driver  would be doing something, right?).  

Against Alice's will--against everything she stood for, every angstrom  of resistance she offered--the fat librarian made her cum.  And not just  any orgasm, either--Alice's rapist gave her the single most intense,  toe-curling orgasm she had ever experienced, or ever would again.  As  Alice lay panting, sweating, and disgusted, the woman took off Alice's  shoes and socks and began sucking her toes in earnest.  Alice watched in  a daze as the fat woman then hiked up her own skirt, revealing  she wore no underwear beneath, and planted her pussy squarely on Alice's  face.  Alice tried not to vomit as the woman humped and ground her  crotch into her, tried not to scream as she felt the woman insert her own shoe into her already-abused pussy and fuck her with it.  Alice tried most  of all not to be disgusted as the sweat from the fat librarian's ass  worked its way onto Alice's skin, into her clothes and hair ...

The woman came, a shuddering, quivering, full-body orgasm that brought  her thighs crashing together against Alice's tiny head.  Alice came,  too, to her shame, from being fucked with her own shoe.  The woman  reclined back, resting even more weight on Alice's petite frame as she  slowly worked Alice's other shoe into her ass.  Mercifully, Alice  passed out before her sphincter gave way.  Unfortunately, her night of  torture had only just begun.

Alice  woke up hurting all over.  Her face was sticky and smelled of the other  woman's sweat and juices.  Her ass and pussy were still sore from their  respective violations.  Her mouth was no longer duct-taped, nor were  her hands, but Alice could also feel a draft wafting up into her skirt.   Rising to a seated position slowly and painfully, she felt around and  realized with a start that her underwear was gone--the woman had taken  it!  Alice galnced down where her backpack should be, only to see that it was missing, too!  She'd not only been raped, she'd been robbed!

Tears welling, Alice scanned the bus for passengers who might be  sympathetic.  She saw the librarian who'd raped her was gone, but maybe  someone could take her in.  Alice had no idea how she was supposed to  broach the subject, and she had nothing to offer anyone.  Maybe they  would ask sexual favors of her?  Alice shuddered at the thought, but as  it was she was going to freeze or starve otherwise.  

The only other people on the bus, apart from the criminally negligent  driver, were two giggling sorority girls--both clearly drunk and/or  stoned off their gourd--and a large black woman dozing in the seat  formerly occupied by the fat librarian.  The black woman was in her late  30s or early 40s, Alice reckoned, and wore a conservative blouse,  blazer, and skirt.  Her shoulder-length hair had clearly been neatly  styled earlier in the day, but was a haggard mess right now.  Alice  guessed she weighed about 340 pounds, and she carried it well.  

It was either her or the giggling drunk co-eds, who even now Alice heard  talking and laughing about their exploits with under-aged girls.  The  blonde with red highlights had just said she raped a 12-year-old girl  she was babysitting with a certain pride, but the brunette with green  highlights countered with how she had fucked two 10-year-old twins on their birthday, which she thought was a much grander triumph.  Alice decided to ask the black woman for help.

She reached for her shoes, only to discover the librarian had taken them as well.  Sighing, she made her way to the sleeping black BBW barefoot.   The woman was snoring loudly.  Alice tried coughing to wake her up,  but to no avail.  She tried introducing herself, but the heavy woman was  a heavy sleeper.  Finally, Alice tapped her on the shoulder.  The woman  started and began to glance around, bleary-eyed.

"Excuse me, ma'am," Alice began, "I'm really sorry to bother you, but ..."

"Who the FUCK are you?!" the woman demanded.

"My name is Alice, ma'am, and I'm in trouble, you see ..."

"You're damn RIGHT you're in trouble, little missy!" the woman  declared.  "I just had to fire a hundred people today.  One hundred  people!  You know how hard it is to do that and look at yourself in the  mirror?  And here you come, saying I've got to help you, waking me up  from the first sleep I've had in three days?  Come closer, you little  bitch!"

Stunned by the woman's outburst, Alice had no time to react when she  grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her right in front of her.  The  woman snarled at Alice and stomped on her bare feet with her  enormous heels.  Alice could feel her pierced skin and hear her bones  cracking.  She whimpered in pain.  The woman looked down at her.

"What the hell, girl?  You're walking around barefoot?  What the hell are you trying to pull here?"

"Please, ma'am," Alice choked out, willing herself not to cry, "another woman ... she stole my ..."

"Yeah, right," the fat woman laughed.  "You're some kinda drugged-up  freak, that's what you are."  In a powerful motion, she yanked on  Alice's arm, sending her falling face0first into the scare free space on  the fat black woman's bench.  Her head hit the hard surface with a  resounding THUD, and Alice could see stars.  The black woman  grabbed Alice's uniform skirt and hiuked it up, exposing her bare ass  and pussy to all who cared to see ... which consisted of the two  child-raping sorority girls.

"Damn, girl," the black wioman said with astonishment.  "You are a  freak!"  Giggling, she spanked Alice's exposed butt, eliciting shrieks  from Alice and further giggles from the sorority girls.  The woman  ordered Alice to hush and flipped her onto her back.  She pondersouly  rose to her feetand began lowering her massive posterior onto Alice's  terrified young face.  Alice heard and felt her tear her skirt off and  invite the gigglign co-eds over to "have some fun with Little Miss Freak  here."    As teh fat woman grinded the fabric of her skirt into Alice's  nose and mouth, the all-too-eager co-eds obliged by assaulting Alice's  ass and pussy with their pierced tongues.  Eventually one of them left,  only to return a few moments later with a strap-on dildo.  She proceeded  to fuck Alice while her cohort made time with the woman sitting on her.   After she finished fucking Alice, the other took her place.

Alice spent a grueling, humiliating 45 minutes like this.  The girls  eventually returned to their seats, and the black woman removed herself  from Alice's face.  She looked at Alice--panting, gasping, sweating,  crying Alice--and smiled.  "Sometimes, my dear, you should let people  enjoy their sleep on the bus.  Let this be a lesson."  The woman took  Alice's had and raised it to her mouth.  Alice watched as if through a  fog as the woman opened her mouth, put her pinky finger inside, and bit  down.

Hard.

Hard enough to bite Alice's finger clean off.  Shock began to set in as  Alice watched the woman swallow her finger and nonchalantly get up and  leave the bus, arm-in-arm with the sorority girls.  They were still  wearing their strap-ons.

Alice passed out again.