I'm a Chinese Singaporean lady, I'm 46 years of age, happily married. I am also a senior teacher at a Secondary (high school) here in Singapore. I am about 1.8m tall, quite plump, and my breasts are approximately 40DD size, but sag a little due to my age. This was how my life spiralled down, being a sex slave to my own student.
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A week had finally gone by since I was first trapped in Dr Maz's large double-storey house.
In the final few days lots of men and boys had came to participate in the mass orgy, where I was the only lady in the process. An unwilling lady victim, at that.
Some of the boys I did know, like the school football team who came on the sixth day, but there were others too that I had not known, perhaps friends of Jeremy's, or his friends' friends, and so on. I wasn't surprised if there were more eighty different males had raped me during the whole seven days I was there.
On the final day, my handphone battery had drained out, and Jeremy had taken all my cash from my Gucci purse. I would have thought he would give me some mode of transport back home, but even that wasn't to be.
"Sir, I could not be going home wearing this outfit. Please," I begged.
I was clad in a white cotton skirt that did nothing to conceal my pantyless crotch. I was also wearing a matching white cotton tube meant to cover up my breasts but it miserably failed to do so. In addition I was not even wearing bra, so obviously my elongated nipples would be clearly seen in a bright hot sunny day.
Jeremy passed me a few coins. "This would be enough for you to take the bus home, slut," he replied. "Now go before I change my mind!" he added, before slamming the door behind him. Most of the boys had already went home, and Dr Maz was nowhere to be seen anyway.
I sobbed while walking to the bus terminal, which was quite a distance away. Strutting in a pair of pink 5-inch heels, I looked like a mature hooker that was totally out of place. I knew my husband was already back home from his business trip, but there was no way for me to contact him or my driver.
The bus terminal was busy with office workers and parents bringing their kids to school. It was, thankfully, air conditioned, though just walking from Dr Maz's house caused me to perspire. It may be from the heat, or my nervousness in being in a crowded area with this ridiculous outfit that made me feel almost naked.
I did notice some of the parents staring at me, and some even motioned their children to look away. Women also seemed to look at me in disgust. I felt so cheap and humiliated, but I just wanted to get home.
I walked past an old couple who was seated in a queue, and I clearly saw the old man's eyes brazenly looking at me from head to toe. His wife caught him staring, and she chided him for that. I thought I overheard her saying "she's a shameless whore, prancing around the terminal wearing like that" but I wasn't so sure.
As I am what you may call a 'filthy rich' lady, this was probably my first experience in a public bus. I had normally only travelled in a private transport. I felt nauseated, being with so many people around me that I feared I might faint.
With the amount of coins Jeremy gave, I calculated I had just enough to get the bus back home. I didn't even know which bus goes to my house, so I studied the map charts in the terminal.
I found the queue to my bus and waited. Finally the bus came but unfortunately for me, it was full of people as it was the peak period in the morning. I had no choice but to stand in the bus, and people crammed on to it like sardines. I could barely breathe, and with with me being slightly obese, I felt guilty in taking up too much space in the crowded bus.
I was sandwiched between two male office workers, and a third guy who stood behind me seemed to be in his fifties. A boy who was seated in front of me stood up and offered his seat as I was much older. "Aunty, please have a seat," he said.
Seeing that the man sitting beside him seemed like a drunkard, I politely refused. Furthermore my skirt would ride up to my waist once I'm seated, exposing my hairy mound.
"No thank you dear, but I'll stand," I politely answered.
Thinking back, I wished I had accepted his initial offer. Being almost naked and standing in an over packed bus certainly wasn't a good idea.
As the bus moved, we swayed left to right and I noticed the two office workers kept bumping into me each time we did, hitting my lumpy 40DD breasts. I felt so awkward, and tried to avoid them but it was difficult to balance in the moving vehicle, more so while standing on the stilettos.
I bit my lips when the old man behind me seemed to rub his groin against my butt. I could even clearly feel his dick, which I assumed was already hard, rubbing against my ass crack.
I wanted to turn around and scold him but doing so would rub my breasts against the office workers further. And also since there wasn't enough room for me turn around my obese body, I just wished and prayed the bus would come to my stop soon.
My sweaty breasts jiggled as the bus went over some potholes, causing my tube to be lowered and my areolas to be exposed. I covered my mouth and gasped, when I realised how much of my thickened areolas could be seen and quickly pulled the tube up. I was sure I heard the office workers on both of my sides snickering.
I felt hands touching my exposed navel area. The two men were feeling me up! I was contemplating whether to scream at them but it was hard to prove what they did. Slowly both hands crept up to the tube, and slightly pulling it down.
I gently brushed my left hand against his, but doing that almost lost my balance in the moving bus.
"Please Sir, don't do this, I'm not wearing any bra underneath," I whispered hoarsely to the men.
I had been trained by Jeremy and his friends for so long in being their sex slave, and my dignity had crushed so badly that the fearsome Mrs Sharon Ho who was a strict and disciplined teacher had long disappeared.
In its place was Mrs Sharon Ho the slave that lives only to please all men sexually.
I noticed there was a young teenage girl, seated behind the boy and the drunk man. She was looking at me, and obviously she had seen what the men were doing to my breasts.
My lips mouthed out a silent "help", but she quickly looked away. I knew then that she wouldn't want to be involved in this.
The bus then went around a bend sharply, causing me to fall over on the boy. I screamed when I toppled, my half exposed breasts smacked hard on his face. I felt his nostril and mouth got caught between my breasts. I felt so sorry for him!
I couldn't lift myself as I was quite heavy so I begged the men to help me.
"Please, some help here will be much appreciated," I said, in my bent over position. I was sure my butt and pussy was exposed for the world to see.
After what seemed like an eternity, the two young men finally lifted my arms and I finally managed to balance my body upright, thanking them and profusely saying sorry to the boy. He was clearly stunned and just looked at me and nodded, his mouth ajar.
I finally reached the bus stop nearest to my home and quickly alighted. This was my first experience in a public bus and boy was I glad it was over! It was certainly a nightmare!
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I walked briskly into my familiar posh neighbourhood and reached the gate. My husband was at the patio, waiting for me. He rushed over, and I cried uncontrollably in his arms.
"Oh my darling husband! I'm sorry, so sorry I was angry with you and said those hurtful words! I vented my anger towards the boys on you instead and I truly apologise!"
He didn't say a word, but instead he cried too.
We went in, I ate some of the food my maid cooked, and after a long bath I snuggled into my bed, with my husband.
I was only wearing my white Victoria's Secret thongs and bra, as I wanted to make it a special ocassion with my husband. I felt guilty that he had to endure the fact that his wife was gang banged the whole entire week, and I knew it pained him.
"Love, I am sorry I scolded u over the phone and called you weak. I wasn't thinking straight at that point of time," I said to him softly, caressing his chest and nipples.
"It's ok honey," was all he said, his tears welling up again.
"Tell me what happened."
I heaved a huge sigh. "As you know, your friend, the doctor, played a huge role in this. He tricked you into getting me to go to his house, where all the boys are waiting to..." my voice drifted away.
"Go on."
"Waiting to rape me darling. Oh how horrible!" I whimpered. "There were just so many, so so many of them who raped me. Some were from my school and some weren't. There was even a whole group of bikers," I began to sob quietly. I hugged his body, bringing it closer to me.
I noticed his little penis began to rise so i slowly guided my hand to it.
"They raped me day and night, dear. Jeremy, Dr Maz, his sons, in fact I think the whole football team in my school came and covered my body in their cum, darling," I said while rubbing his nipples gently, using only my forefinger. My other hand was already holding on to his penis.
"Can I see the tattoo?" my husband asked.
I turned around and spread my legs, showing him the word "JEREMY" that was permanently inked around my pussy. God...I truly hated that boy!
"Who did this? I mean I knew Jeremy forced you to do this but who was the tattooist?" he asked.
