Part Two: Back Seat of the Bus.
The first thing I noticed when I stepped on to the platform was, of course, the stink of ass. One of my sexual tormentors may have gotten a good anal tongue bath but, in my haste to clean my face, I had neglected to clean out my nose... It was slick and sticky with bum-juice all the way up both nostrils, and its pungent, stinking aroma seemed to penetrate my entire being. It was both horrifying and highly erotic, all senses buzzing; I could taste it at the back of my throat and on the filthy panties keeping my toilet mouth sticky with girl-shit. I tried not to retch and bit down onto the bitter underwear.
The attack on my sense of smell seemed to come in waves... I was breathing heavily through my nose and it felt like I was inhaling some evil drug of lust that weakened me at my moral centre. I felt enslaved to some ominous, dark force of dirtiness, a dripping demoness of filth. I was thoroughly betrayed by the unbearable throbbing of my painfully stretched & straining cock. It slowly dawned on me that I was in for my first ever night of sex... in whatever shameful forms of dirty lust that might take.
Shame... suddenly I became aware of my environment again...we were in the station hall, there were still people about! I realized that my mouth was stuffed half open with some of the stink-knickers hanging out over my chin. That old guy over there was staring at us. There was even a policeman we would have to pass! This was my worst nightmare come true... Exposed and stinking... the object of ridicule in public.
Lost in my nasty thoughts I had meekly followed these nameless hippy-chicks, entranced, into the most embarrassing situation I could imagine. Shameful dread crept in. Fear. Panic. I started to shake, my cheeks, my whole face burning dark red. I was breathing hard & loudly through my nose. Jerking my head down to face the floor, I reached up and tried desperately to push more of the panties in to my mouth but the dirty girls took my hands firmly, pulled me forwards.
"Close your eyes" said one of them soft but firmly. "Focus on the smell. We will lead you. Trust us." The unexpected tenderness of their hands holding mine had me in shock.
I just obeyed. My brain rushing with sweet, stinking relief into this wicked game to escape the sheer terror & embarrassment of the situation. They had somehow managed to tame me within less than a minute of leaving the train. I was dripping, melting putty in their hands. A weak- willed victim, being led into who knew what sick, twisted situations these girls could imagine. I sank into the insane, lustful thrill of it all, blocking out the outer world gladly. It felt as if they had somehow planned all this out. I was hooked, powerless & erotically ensnared.
The overpoweringly awful smell had an intense earthiness, my lack of sight enhancing the awareness of it. And yet, beyond the dirty, yucky and disgusting reek I could smell other stuff, something like hay, beans, & herbs. Vegetarian maybe ... probably healthy then. The sticky, filthy knickers stunk and tasted of shit but also fish & I dared not think of what other sexual fluids might be on them.
