Taken For A Ride 8

A/N: Everyone in the story is 18 or older.

"Come back here and get this stuff off of me!"

Emmy squirmed in her seat at the back of the minibus, straining against the heavy-duty duct tape holding her limbs in place. Not only were her wrists bound tightly behind her back, but several loops around her chest pinned her arms against her body, and more kept her ankles and knees secured together. Topping it all off, a layer of tape around her hands forced them into tight fists, keeping her from getting so much as a finger free.

"Do you hear me? You're going to regret this, I promise!"

The other five students in the forward rows ignored her, idly checking their phones or talking quietly amongst themselves. That's assuming they even were fellow students; while they looked young enough and wore the uniforms of neighboring schools, for all Emmy knew this had just been a ruse to get her on the bus in the first place. This was supposed to be special trip to the university for top performers right before graduation, and Emmy had been quite proud to find that no one else from her school had been selected. But as soon as they'd crossed out of town, the others had converged on her with rolls of duct tape and vaguely amused expressions, leaving Emmy in her current predicament. They hadn't said a word to her since.

"What could possibly be worth this, huh? Once people realize I'm missing, you're really going to be in trouble!"

Emmy wore her own school's standard uniform, consisting of a white button-up shirt with a red bow at the neck, a tan sweater vest, and a plaid pleated skirt. The others all wore blazers, despite the spring weather, probably--she realized--to conceal those rolls of tape. This had all been planned out, clearly. Even the driver had to be in on it, meaning she had no idea where they were really taking her.

"Why are you even doing this? Say something!"

Her auburn hair, tied up in a high ponytail, bobbed as she struggled harder against the tape. Emmy's muscles were tiring from the strain, but she hadn't made any progress getting free. She couldn't even reach the seatbelt, the simplicity of that additional restraint almost mocking her.

Of her captors, the most distinctive was another girl seated several rows in front of her, with dyed purple-pink ombre hair cascading down her back. She was quite beautiful, Emmy had to admit, not that it mattered now. But if Emmy was going to get through to anyone, this was somewhere to start.

"You, with the purple hair! How could you do this to another girl? Do you really know what they're planning to do with me?"

Emmy didn't really know where she was going with this, but it seemed to get a reaction. The girl leaned over to confer with one of the other students, then got up and made her way down the aisle, directly toward Emmy.

"See, we can talk about this! Just untie me and--w... what's that?"

The girl had pulled something out of her jacket: A leather strap with a red rubber ball positioned in the middle. Emmy had never seen a ball gag in person before, but its purpose quickly dawned on her.

"Wait," she pleaded, "listen to me--no--stop--"

The girl grabbed Emmy's head and began trying to force the ball into her mouth. Emmy struggled and pulled away, but with her body bound there was only so much she could do. Soon enough the girl had the edge of the ball between her teeth, forcing Emmy's mouth wider.

"Naa, uuai! Hhttop!"

"You're making way too much noise," the girl coolly responded, then shoved the ball the rest of the way in. Before Emmy could react, the girl pulled the strap tight around the back of her head, buckling it in place.

"Hhnnnfff! Mmmnngg, fffhhhnn!"

Emmy glared at her and tried to respond, but the gag muted and garbled everything. It filled her mouth, pushing her jaw awkwardly wide, preventing anything resembling speech.

"Fffnnnfff! Nnnggg, mmmm... mmmfff..."

She kept trying to shout and struggle as best she could, but none of it was any use. The purple-haired girl returned calmly to her seat, and the bus continued on into the day, its occupants ignoring the squirming, muffled package buckled into the back seat.

* * *

Emmy had no idea how long it had been when the bus finally pulled off the road at a truck stop. An hour? Two? All she knew is that she hadn't recognized the scenery outside the bus for a long time, hadn't even noticed any signs on these meandering rural highways that made it clear where they might be. When she thought about it, she didn't understand why her captors hadn't blindfolded her, or why they seemed to care so little even about her seeing their faces.

No one had spoken to her since her gagging, despite Emmy's repeated attempts to shout and grunt at them. She was sure they could still hear her, but no one seemed to mind anymore. That simple rubber ball, it seemed, had done an excellent job of keeping her at a reasonable volume. And like the tape, even an hour or two of struggling had done nothing to loosen it.

Her muscles were sore now from the effort, but she made another valiant attempt at motion, just to see if she could attract the attention of anyone getting gas wherever they were. She'd done the same on the road when other cars happened to pass by, but then as now it didn't seem to draw any notice. Emmy cursed the tinted windows, a feature that had seemed downright fancy when she first stepped on the bus.

One of the kidnappers gave an amused glance at her struggles as the group of them stood up, apparently preparing to leave. Emmy realized that they were discussing lunch. Did that mean this was just a break? How far were they planning to take her?

"Piri, you don't mind watching the cargo?" one of the other students said, motioning back toward Emmy's fruitless squirming.

"No, it's fine," the girl with the purple hair said. "Take your time. Just get me a sandwich or something."

The others, the driver included, departed the bus. As soon as they had, this Piri turned back toward Emmy's seat, a smile growing across her face.

"Mmmm pphhnng! Ffmmmff!"

"You are a feisty one, aren't you?" Piri said, taking out her roll of duct tape. "I'd better make sure you're not getting loose."

"Mmm mmm! Mmngg!" Emmy shook her head and tried, uselessly, to pull away as Piri reinforced her bonds with another layer. Next, her fingers moved to Emmy's lips, tracing the outline of the gag.

"Good, it looks like this is working well, too. You can make a lot of noise for a girl your size, you know."

Piri sat down immediately to Emmy's right, placing a hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her short skirt. She felt her face flush, not entirely sure why, as the purple-haired beauty looked directly at her.

"It's my job to deliver you," she said, "but no one said I can't have some fun with you first."

"Hmmmf? Mmmgg, mmm!" Emmy didn't know what that meant, but the girl's possessive stare made her stomach flutter.

Piri's hand began to slide up her thigh, under her skirt, reaching the edge of Emmy's panties.

"Since you like making so much noise, why don't I give you something to really moan about?"

"Mmmm, mmphhh, mnnggg!"

Emmy writhed and fought, accomplishing nothing, as Piri reached between her legs, under her panties, and began to brush her fingers against Emmy's sensitive lips. Her heart was pounding as this girl, this shockingly beautiful girl, invaded her in the most intimate way.

"You're wet, Emmy." Piri's grin grew larger. "Are you enjoying this?"

"Mmm-mmmnngg!" Emmy shook her head no, but she wasn't sure who she was trying to convince. It did feel good,

too

good, and every taunting word from her tormentor only made her want it more.

"Do you like being touched by another girl, Emmy? Is that why you kept trying to get my attention?"

"Hhmmmph!" Emmy's back arched as Piri made it to her clit, teasing with light but unyielding circles. It felt like her body was moving on its own now, no longer trying to get free, just reacting to every sensation granted by her captor's dexterous fingers.

"Do you like being bound like this?" Piri was practically whispering in her ear now. "Do you like being gagged? You're so helpless, Emmy. All you can do is feel this."

"Hmmpphh! Mmmphh!" The fingers moved faster, harder, and Emmy lost control even of her voice. The girl was simply forcing the noises out of her, playing her like an instrument.

"Scream as loud as you want," Piri said. "No one can hear you. This music is only for me."

"Mmmm!! Mmmfffppphh!! Hhhnnngggg!!"

Emmy lost control as an orgasm overwhelmed her, blossoming out from her clit, making her whole body writhe and squirm harder than anything she'd done all day. Piri didn't let up, prolonging it, until it felt like every last moan had been squeezed out of her body. At last Emmy collapsed into the seat, exhausted, staring weakly at Piri's satisfied expression.

"Well, it looks like I finally figured out how to calm you down," the purple-hair girl said, withdrawing her fingers and placing them slowly in her mouth. "We've got a long trip ahead of us, so I'm going to have to keep this in mind."

And for once, Emmy didn't even try to respond.