The Humiliation of the Little Bus

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I'm 20 years old, a second-year student at Sacred Heart Canossian College of Commerce.

Tonight, we planned to celebrate our friend Jess's birthday. We originally agreed to go to karaoke, but it was changed to a social gathering with dinner and a mahjong game, which also included karaoke. If it had just been karaoke, I think I would have been home by now; however, I didn't expect everyone's "mahjong bug" to suddenly kick in, and as a result, "time flies when you're having fun," and we didn't finish until 1:30 AM. Then we realized the MTR had stopped running, so we had to take these express minibuses instead of the Causeway Bay to Tung Chung line.

After boarding, I went straight to the last row, to the right by the window, and sat down. Looking around, there were only a few passengers—four men and one woman. But most minibuses are like that; they usually don't fill up even after a long wait. Besides me, there was another girl sitting to my left and in front of me. She looked quite pretty from the side, seemingly no less attractive than me. I guessed she was a bit older than me, with long hair, wearing a suit, stockings, and high heels. She carried a designer handbag and a drawer bag belonging to an insurance company, containing several insurance brochures; I assumed she was an insurance broker.

Since I hadn't planned to do this beforehand, I hadn't changed out of my school uniform, nor even brought a jacket. Besides, my school skirt was always very short, exposing almost all my thighs; and the air conditioning in the car was freezing, making my feet and thighs incredibly cold! Even with stockings, these thin, almost transparent pantyhose offered no protection against the cold. At that moment, I couldn't help but regret not changing out of my school uniform.

Oh well! It's only a 40-minute drive, and there won't be any stops along the way.

Since I'd had a little to drink, my head was a bit spinning, so I thought I'd take a nap. I figured I'd just stay on until the last stop; I wouldn't miss my stop. My eyes had barely closed when, in a hazy state, I felt someone sit down next to me. Opening them, I saw a burly middle-aged man, probably someone who had just boarded; the bus started moving soon after.

I immediately became alert. With so many empty seats, why did he choose to sit next to me? Clearly, he had ill intentions.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, he placed a hand on my thigh. I immediately pushed it away and tried to get up. However, to my surprise, he calmly pulled a knife from his pocket and flashed the blade in front of me, then immediately put it away.

This simple action terrified me; my mind went blank, and I dared not move.

Seeing that he had frightened me, he placed his right hand on my thigh and began to grope me brazenly.

I dared not resist; who knew if he had violent tendencies and a weapon? I could only accept my fate, thinking that he couldn't possibly go too far on a minibus. But I was wrong.

I looked out the window, trying to ignore him, but the sensation of being touched continued to assault my senses.

His hands were rough, and the feeling of them on my skin was completely different from what I experienced with my ex-boyfriend. It was actually quite comfortable, but his lewd behavior disgusted me, creating a very complicated feeling. He

started touching me, eventually reaching my genitals. I tried to keep my thighs closed to prevent him from moving, but this shameless pervert suddenly pulled my left leg open and placed it on his right thigh. His right hand continued to touch my genitals through my stockings and underwear. Of course, I remembered the knife, so I didn't dare move.

Soon after, I felt myself becoming wet. Although I felt extreme disgust, my body, which hadn't been touched for over two months, reacted differently.

I told myself, "I'm being forced, it's not that I like it." But I also hoped he wouldn't stop, hoping to find a reason to cooperate and lessen my shame. It was a very conflicting feeling.

Seeing that I didn't resist, he became bolder, reaching up to lift my already short school uniform skirt and then slipping his hand inside my stockings and underwear to touch my genitals directly.

When he noticed my genitals were already wet, he became even more excited. His rough fingers rubbed back and forth on my labia, occasionally touching my G-spot. This sensation was several times stronger than the caresses through my stockings and underwear. A jolt of electricity shot through my brain, leaving my body weak and limp. I could only close my eyes and lean back in my chair, panting softly.

After a while, he reached his right hand behind my back and placed it on my right breast, while his left hand continued to caress my genitals.

He pulled me into his arms and began to fondle me. His touch was neither too light nor too heavy; he must have been an experienced hand. This caused me to continuously produce vaginal fluid. Although I still felt disgusted, I was physiologically enjoying it. The act of caressing myself made me feel less humiliated.

I don't know when, but my shirt had been unbuttoned, and his right hand had even lifted my strapless bra, reaching inside my school uniform to directly rub my breasts and gently pinch my hardened nipples.

Although my breasts are a 35A, he grasped almost all of them in his hand, rubbing them with his rough palm, making me feel both itchy and comfortable.

I must have made some noise, because through my half-open eyes I saw the long-haired girl seem to have noticed something amiss, glancing back occasionally at a pretty face filled with surprise.

The man ignored me, his actions escalating. He lifted my buttocks with his right hand and ripped off my stockings and underwear with his left. I began to panic; this was far beyond what I had initially thought was just frivolous behavior. I clutched my stockings and underwear tightly, trying to stop him.

But he was now emboldened, not only not stopping but pulling even harder. In the struggle, I glimpsed his ferocious eyes, and fear made my hands go limp, even tearing off my stockings and underwear, leaving them hanging on my calves.

Just then, a young male passenger in a suit, who looked like a white-collar worker, noticed and slowly approached. The middle-aged man wasn't flustered; on the contrary, I was terrified because his left hand was in his pocket, presumably holding a knife.

The office worker walked in front of us, whispered a few words to the middle-aged man, who smiled and stood up.

I was initially happy because someone was coming to my rescue, but this office worker sat down, pulled me into his arms, and whispered, "Don't make a sound, or everyone on the bus will see you like this." Oh

my god! Another pervert! He wasn't there to help me out, but to take a share. Before I could even react, he laid me down on the chair and immediately kissed my lips, his tongue quickly entering my mouth and swirling around my soft tongue.

His hands weren't idle either; he first unbuttoned all the buttons on my school uniform shirt, then pulled up my bra, completely exposing my white breasts. Then, one hand touched my breasts, while the other spread my legs, his middle finger relentlessly attacking my G-spot.

In the instant I was pushed down, I saw the middle-aged man walk over and sit down next to the long-haired girl. Sigh, another victim, but I was too exhausted to care about her anymore.

Under the office worker's teasing, waves of pleasure washed over me, and my vaginal fluids seeped out, soaking my buttocks and inner thighs.

Then, this white-collar worker inserted his middle finger into my vagina and began thrusting rapidly. If my mouth hadn't been gagged, I would have groaned loudly, but all I could manage were weak, moaning sounds.

Under his double assault, I actually reached my first orgasm.

Afterward, I felt completely exhausted, but he wouldn't let me go. He quickly pulled down his pants, sat on the chair, and forced me down to kneel between his legs, pressing my head down and shoving his erect penis into my mouth.

Suddenly, I noticed the long-haired girl had been taken to the last row on the left. Presumably, the middle-aged man was using the same tactic again, brandishing a knife to coerce her into submission.

What surprised me most, besides the middle-aged man, was another young man who, like a sandwich, sandwiched the long-haired girl between his left and right, relentlessly ravaging her.

My God! Are all the men on the bus just beasts? Not only did they not stop it, but they joined in the violence. Who are these people? The driver should have noticed by now.

I didn't have time to think further. This white-collar worker tapped me on the head and said harshly, "Concentrate! Can't you even give a blowjob?"

In this situation, I had no choice but to completely give up resisting and try my best to suck his penis, lick his scrotum, and hold his cock in my left hand, stroking it up and down, hoping to finish as soon as possible.

At this time, the long-haired beauty's white shirt was completely unbuttoned, her pink bra was also opened from the front, her black skirt was off and hanging on her right leg, and she was still wearing her white lace panties, which were even smaller than mine, her high heels, and black four-strap stockings.

She was obviously very scared, sobbing and pleading, "Waaah... let me go... waaah... please... please... don't do this..."

Alas, she was really stupid. Saying that would only further arouse these beasts.

Sure enough, the young man immediately pulled open her panties from the middle and licked her genitals with his tongue, occasionally inserting his tongue into her vagina. Her entire vaginal opening was wet, I didn't know if it was saliva or vaginal fluid.

The middle-aged man was kissing her breasts intently. Like me, her nipples were a beautiful pink, and her breasts were even larger than mine. Her left hand was being held by the middle-aged man, gripping his large penis, which was several centimeters long and very thick; the girl's hand couldn't even fully grasp it.

This girl had a better figure than me. I've always been proud of my 164cm, 35A, 23, 34 figure, but this girl was probably 168cm, 36C, 24, 35. Having two beauties being played with at the same time was really a bargain for these perverts.

Under the combined assault of the two, this beauty was powerless to resist. Although she was still resisting, she couldn't help but start moaning, "Oh... ah... um... oh... um... ah..."

Infected by her seductive sounds, I became wet again, and the white-collar worker couldn't resist either, grabbing my head and thrusting it violently into my mouth.

Although his penis was smaller than the middle-aged man's (about 13 or 14 cm), it still made my mouth feel sore and numb. Then he ejaculated in my mouth. After ejaculating, he not only didn't pull out his penis, but also forced me to swallow all the semen.

I had never even tried swallowing semen before, let alone having a man ejaculate in my mouth. I never imagined that my first time would be with a stranger.

Looking back, I saw two men, about 15 years old, one tall and one short. I guessed they were still middle school students standing behind me. Their expressions were hesitant, but their eyes were full of lust. At this moment, the middle-aged man said, "Handsome! What are you waiting for? You've made it so that no one in the world has a chance to pounce on a beauty like this! Here you go! You have a chance now, and there are two of them !"

Encouraged by him, two middle school students pulled me over without a word. By then, I was completely desperate and resigned to my fate...

Suddenly, I heard, "Miss, Miss, get up! We've reached the stop! Get off!" Looking up, I saw that the minibus had reached the last stop of Tung Chung, and everyone else had probably already gotten off. At that moment, an uncle at the stop brought me a cup of hot tea and asked if I was alright and if I needed him to call my family to pick me up. After drinking the tea, I seemed to sober up a bit, and since my house was right in front of me, I said no. However, on my walk home, I felt a little dampness in my underwear...

Not long after, I traveled to Taipei alone. In the departure hall of the airport, as I waited in line to collect my check-in and luggage, I noticed a couple holding hands intimately in the queue across from the counter for passengers traveling to Tokyo. Although they were in casual clothes today, I remembered them as the office worker and the beautiful insurance agent from that night. I paused for a moment, then suddenly heard a middle-aged man's voice: "Miss, are these tickets and ID cards yours?" I snapped out of my daze, looked around, and replied, "Yes!" Then I looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a blue uniform standing before me. It was the same man from that night; he was a sergeant in the airport security. The sergeant then said, "Miss, please be careful next time; you just fell..."

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