The Strange Incident On The Bus

She closed the door to her house behind her, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh. How had she got here? She looked around inside the entryway to her house, familiar and comforting, a house in a great neighborhood, her great job as a partner at the law firm. How had it all gone wrong? She remembered the bus trip and shuddered. All those men that had raped her and she had let them, let them strip her naked and use her.

She felt compelled and controlled, when she came back to her senses in the middle of being fucked up the ass she cried out and told them all she would prosecute them for rape, although hard to be all that imposing when naked and bent over a seat in a bus while someone fucks her ass hard. She cried out and eventually, it all stopped. There was another man, the one who did things, she could only vaguely remember his outline. The trip back from the Women in Law conference had gone completely off the rails. All the girls on the bus have been raped and used by a biker gang all night, and now they were just coming back to life. She was the only one who seemed to want to do anything about the rape, and he just looked at her and laughed as she kept muttering how she would get them all for rape.

"Good idea," he said to her, his voice sliding into her mind. "I am sure the court would love to see the video of you being fucked and asking to be whipped on your cunt and your tits," he says and laughs softly. "See you in court."

She has no idea how they all got back to their rooms, they were all completely naked and none of them had any clothes. They did still have the bus though... Somehow they made it back to the hotel and found they just couldn't tell anyone about what happened, although it looked like she could.

She looked down at what she had worn to the trial today, a skirt so short she had to shave her pussy just so the hair on her pussy wouldn't be visible when standing still. Her top was see-through and tight, like a fishnet with small round black marks over each nipple, hiding them but conforming to their shape so not hiding all that much. She sobbed and knew how she had lost that sexual assault charge, gone to court looking like this and that video of her begging to be fucked and hurt.

She knew all the people on the jury had seen up her skirt too, whenever she sat down or moved all of her pussy was revealed, and she looked like a complete slut. She just couldn't stop herself from putting this on before going to the trial today. She sniffed again and shuddered a little. "Well it was over now." she thought and pushed herself off her front door. There was a sound and she heard her doorbell ring. She stopped and paused, turned around, and opened the door seeing outside on the doorstep the man she just accused of sexually assaulting her. The leader of that biker gang is there she pauses and looks at him. "You," she said, anger and pain in her voice.

He looked at her as she stood in the doorway to her house, still wearing that slutty outfit from the trial today. "Me," he said. "He said to tell you that you need to let me in," he says. "That he really doesn't want to come over here today if I said you make any trouble. He said, remember Candice," he says.

She looks at him, defiantly till he says something about Candice then she crumples a little inside. She steps to the side, opening the way for him to come inside. "Come in," she mumbles under her breath.

He enters her house and looks around, "Nice house." he says and walks down the corridor and into the living room. "Come here," he says as he enters the living room and sits down on her couch. She follows after him, looking down at the ground.

"Kneel here," he says and points to the floor in front of him, she looks at him and shudders again, then moves over and kneels at that spot on the floor, her legs automatically spreading apart a little so he can see her pussy, her hands moving up behind her back and linking her fingers together, pushing the elbows back to force her tits out and on display.

He reaches down and catches her top, ripping it off her body, not hard giving there is not much there. He pulls up her skirt to reveal all her pussy to him as she just kneels there, breathing hard but not moving as he reveals her whole body to him. He reaches out and grabs a nipple, pinching down hard on it and twisting it back and forth painfully.

"What happened to Candice?" he asks as he catches her second nipple and squeezes down painfully on that too, twisting them both hard back and forth and digging his fingernails hard and deep into her soft flesh.

She ahhs and wiggles on the floor, not stopping him as he abuses her tits. "She was a lawyer, running a law practice," she says. "It was doing quite well and he told her she needed to submit voluntarily to an intern in her practice, and let him do what he wanted to her for three months. He had her in her office and started to try and fuck her up the ass when she lost it and screamed, fired him, and tossed him out of the building. The next day she came back to work and she was wearing a small string bikini, a collar around her neck and a leash in the hands of the intern. She was used by all the members of her office, they bent her over and fucked her whenever they wanted. She signed over all her assets to the intern and had to watch as he destroyed her company. Once it went bankrupt he sold her somewhere, not sure where, not even sure she is still alive now." she says softly and sobs. "You do what he wants you to do, or he forces you to do much much worse."

The man laughs as he toys with her nipples, enjoying hurting her. He picks up his phone and dials a number hearing the voice on the phone. "Yes," he says and then gives the phone to her. She takes the phone and hears his voice, cold and working itself into her mind and body even over the phone, like cold water running through all her veins. "He has you for two months." says the voice. "After that you are on your own," he says and the phone cuts out, hanging up.

She gives the phone back and moves her hands back behind her neck again.

"Go and get your toys," he says to her and she nods and starts to get up. "And always call me sir," he says as she gets to her feet.

She pauses and then looks at him. "Yes Sir," she says, the pain written across her face. She knew she had to do this, she didn't want to end up dead in some mexican whorehouse, maybe she could get out of this in a couple of months. Some of the other girls had managed to escape from their predicaments after the time was up. She shuddered and went and got the toy bag she had built up over the last months.

It was a pretty big bag, inside there was a whole range of different sizes of dildos and butt plugs, along with a riding crop, flogger, lots of zip ties, rubber bands, needles, and pins of various types. She has nipple clamps, real ones, along with clothes pins and alligator clips, a bunch of woodworking clamps. She had some mobile phone controllable butt plugs/dildos and tens units for zapping her pussy and tits. All the basics were in there too, rope, bondage tape, a spreader bar, and things to hold toys inside her body by looping between her legs. She looked at the bag and sniffed, but picked it up. "Only two months," she says in her mind, working out exactly what day in the future would correspond to two months from now.

She hoped things didn't turn out like they did for Carol. She had two months, although her controller made her the toy for the whole defense team. She was the lead on the defense team, running the show when he said she needed to fuck one member of the team every day, and any time they told her to. The team quickly figured this out and fucked her a lot, whenever they had a meeting of any form they were taking her cunt and her ass or making her suck them off. They had made her do the same thing to her client, fucking and sucking him then after the trial was over had blackmailed her with the videos of her doing illegal things, knowing it would get her disbarred. Now she still worked as a lawyer, but at night and sometimes during the day she was fucked hard and used, she had no control over much of her life anymore. She hoped she could get out of things better than that...

She entered back into the living room and put the bag down on the floor at his feet and got back in position again, showing off her naked body to him as she kneeled, trying to be good and hoping he was not too evil. She looked up at him, tears forming at the edge of her eyes as he opened the bag and looked through all the toys.