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Caught Up
By Leigh Clyde (lclyde17@hotmail.com)

***

Three straight normal teenage girls, Amy, Felicity and 
Leigh returned from their week-long pony trekking 
experience in Wales. They were aware that riots and 
unrest had recently occurred throughout their country, 
but these disturbances seemed a million miles from 
them. Their sleepy little town in suburbia was not 
going to be the centre of a riot and neither did it 
have the social problems of the inner cities. They 
could live in their cosy cocooned environment, enjoying 
beautiful homes, good food and pleasant holidays. That 
was until they arrived in Nottingham for the last leg 
of their journey home and their bus in hijacked by a 
gang of rough young lesbian women. (FFF-teens, nc, exh, 
1st-lesbian-expr, oral, anal, intr, forced)

***

The whole of Europe seemed to be descending into 
anarchy. There was hardly a day when the news did not 
report riot in one major city or another. The majority 
of white affluent people in England it seemed that 
every minority group was uprising. Tensions between 
various ethnic groups and rival gangs were spilling out 
on to the street coupled with a hatred for anyone in 
authority and any symbols of that authority. 

The riots and lawlessness mainly occurred in areas of 
extreme poverty and depravation, but occasionally 
spilled out in other areas. Violent crime was generally 
on the increase and nowhere more than Nottingham. Add 
to this wildcat strikes and general industrial unrest 
added to the government's problems. One of many growing 
concerns was the trend of females to commit acts of 
unprovoked violence. Once mainly the reserve of men 
young women were fully embracing equality by taking 
part in aggressive behaviour often fuelled by drink and 
drugs. An alarming number of women and men were being 
attached by these 'ladettes.' A harmless chat to 
someone's boyfriend in a club or pub could lead to a 
nail file being slashed across the offenders face. Girl 
power had gone mad. 

A large minority of young people now have strange ideas 
of morality. More girls were being excluded from 
schools in Britain than boys. A UK survey on attitudes 
to violence in 2000 showed that amongst 14 to 21 year 
olds, half of the boys and one third of the girls 
thought that there were circumstances where it could be 
acceptable to hit a woman or to force her to have sex. 
In the same year a woman was attacked by members of a 
teenage gang on a canal towpath in London. 

The gang was lead by Claire Marsh, 18, the youngest 
woman to be jailed in Britain for rape. Ms Marsh 
stripped the woman and held her down as others attacked 
her. In America the situation was even worse. In 2004 
in Philadelphia 14 year old girls complained that a 
gang of older lesbian students were harassing them. The 
pupils said lesbians were regularly groping, harassing 
and bullying them in gym and in the girl's bathrooms.

Amy, Felicity and Leigh were returning from their week-
long pony trekking experience in Wales. During the six 
hour train journey they chatted about their unusual 
holiday and how much they had enjoyed it. Politics was 
a rather boring subject and something that their 
parents spoke about. They were aware that riots had 
occurred, it was difficult to avoid the coverage. They 
would rather talk about fashion and music.

 These disturbances seemed a million miles from them. 
Their sleepy little town in suburbia was not going to 
be the centre of a riot and neither did it have the 
social problems of the inner cities. They could live in 
their cosy cocooned environment, enjoying beautiful 
homes, good food and pleasant holidays. There were no 
curfews or police roadblocks near them.

After what seemed like an age they arrived at 
Nottingham railway station for the last leg of their 
journey home. They struggled with their heavy bags and 
went to look on the indicator board for details of the 
local train home to Kirkby In Ashfield. It was blank. 
Not discouraged they went to the main concourse and 
there they found out why – a strike! No more local 
trains today. 

Out of their three mobile phones none were working. A 
combination of forgetting to charge them and no signals 
due to a busy network conspired against them. They 
managed to find a working payphone and tried to ring 
the only parent that was likely to be in. Felicity left 
a garbled message on the answer machine saying that the 
trains were on strike but they would be OK. They looked 
on the local map of the area in the concourse and 
decided to head for the bus station. Hopefully they 
would be able to get a bus home from there. Failing 
that they would get a cab and share the cost. They were 
some of the last to leave the station and as they 
walked towards the bus station everything seemed very 
quiet, even for a Sunday afternoon. 

As they walked they could here the sirens of emergency 
vehicles. This did not worry them too much. Large towns 
and cities always had these in their experience. Coming 
from the area they were all knew that Nottingham was a 
place of high crime, it had been branded 'gun city' by 
the tabloid press. A person was twice as likely to be 
physically attacked or robbed here than anywhere else 
in the UK. They did there best to look cool and kept 
moving down the almost deserted streets, frequented 
only by the occasional bag-lady. 

Leigh did mention that there seemed to be an awful lot 
of minibuses filled with police racing towards one 
particular area. After about ten minutes they saw 
Victoria Bus Station and started to look for a bus. The 
bus station was almost deserted too but they managed to 
find a bus that was leaving soon and it went near to 
their village. They clambered on and found some space 
for their bags. 

As the nearly empty bus pulled out of the bus station 
they all gave a sigh of relief. They were finally on 
their way home. The bus moved quickly along the almost 
empty roads. The Police vehicles seemed to now be 
racing in another direction and some of them appeared 
damaged. It was then that the bus made a dramatic 
swerve to avoid an oncoming car. Thankfully the driver 
avoided an accident. 

The friends had decided to go upstairs and got a good 
view of the incident. The bus continued, with an 
apology from the driver over the loudspeaker. There 
were a number of diversions and the bus had a number of 
difficult manoeuvres. They were almost out of the city 
when the bus came to dramatic halt, throwing the 
teenagers and the other passengers fro their seats. The 
bus stopped just inches from a burning minibus which 
was almost blocking the road around a blind corner. 

Almost immediately people emerged running from all the 
streets around. As though they were being chased or 
wanting to escape from something. Within seconds the 
street was filled with dozens if not hundreds of 
people. Men and women, young and old, black and white 
thronged around. Some were drunk others appeared to be 
under the influence of drugs whilst others were just in 
a party mode! Most of them quickly dispersed when the 
first few missiles were thrown at a nearby college. The 
girls looked on in amazement. It was like watching a 
movie. They were exited and not at all anxious. They 
were unaware that the driver continued to try and 
restart the bus but with no luck. 

Then a brick struck on of the windows near where they 
were sitting. Glass showered in missing them by inches. 
They gave out a scream. Next it seemed as though the 
world had gone crazy. Bricks and other objects struck 
the bus all over. The girls instantly crouched down as 
glass shattered. Then the missiles stopped and could 
here the windows on the lower deck being smashed 
amongst much shouting and commotion.

They then saw the driver being dragged across the 
pavement and managing to free himself running away. The 
bus then started. But who was driving?

It became clear by the erratic driving and the shouts 
of encouragement that it was one of the rioters. The 
girls held onto each other and looked out of the window 
hoping for sight of a policeman. The bus swerved and 
skidded, struck debris and glanced off parked and 
abandoned cars. The friends looked out and realised 
just how bad things must have become. This part of the 
City looked like a war zone.

Their minds soon turned to a more immediate concern. 
Some of the gang were now coming up the stairs. 
Instinctively they cowered down seeking to hide 
themselves. The rioters were under the influence of one 
drug or another, they the friends were not stupid. The 
girls looked up to see about ten young people of about 
their age. Only two boys were in the group, which made 
them feel a bit safer. To their amazement they seemed 
friendly. One of the boys even apologised and said he 
hoped they weren't scared. He then explained that they 
couldn't let them off the bus, as it was a rough area! 

Two of the girls joined in the conversation and the 
friends decided it would be wise to chat with them 
rather than be antagonistic. The friends could tell by 
the way they spoke that they hadn't had a very good 
education. They also noticed that their clothing was 
cheap and rather tasteless. A girl offered Felicity a 
drink of her alcopop but she declined. The girl got 
quit persistent and Felicity thought it best to go 
along with the request. Soon more alcohol appeared as 
more members of the gang joined them. The driving had 
improved. One of the gang explained that the person 
driving was more used to driving stolen cars than 
buses!

Despite everything the girls had remained calm. They 
figured that eventually they would be let off and that 
they would find a policeman or a pub and make a call 
home or get a taxi. They noticed that the vast majority 
of the bus gang was made up of young women who were 
similar in age to themselves, and that gave them some 
assurance as to their safety. The three friends agreed 
to sip at the various drinks they were offered rather 
than upset their hosts. Anyway why complain about being 
given free drink!! 

The hair-raising journey continued through the deserted 
street for about another half-an-hour during which time 
copious amounts of alcohol flowed down the throats of 
the gang. The couple of male members, who were already 
well and truly drunk, had now passed out. One had tried 
to have sex with his girlfriend only to have passed out 
with his trousers around his ankles. Much to the 
entertainment of the rest of the gang and Amy and 
Leigh. 

Felicity was the most reserved of the three and also 
the one who would not hold back her opinions, even when 
wise to do so. She had drunk the least and disapproved 
of her friends' apparent acceptance of the events. It 
was true that they were far more liberal than her and 
approached life in a far more philosophical way. They 
didn't like what was happening but were realists, and 
had drunk probably a bit too much of the free booze 
themselves. 

However, what she was not prepared to put up with was 
when some of their 'fellow passengers' started going 
through their bags. Unknown to the friends, two of the 
girls in the gang had pulled out various items of 
clothing from Felicity's suitcase, which was on the 
lower deck. They had now come upstairs and were now 
throwing her precious clothing around! The red headed 
girl had even had the cheek to have put on her 
expensive bikini top and her equally plush designer 
sunhat! 

The small amount of drink that Felicity had consumed 
gave her the necessary Dutch courage to challenge the 
leery and very drunk young woman. 

'Excuse me!' she announced in her loudest and most 
assertive voice.

Everyone on the top deck looked around. She then raised 
herself from her chair, her long dark hair flaying, and 
took a couple of paces towards the offender, who looked 
up at her in bewilderment.

'That top is mine and so is the hat!' she stated and 
proceeded to grab the hat.

Felicity hadn't really thought threw how she would 
retrieve the bikini top or how the young redhead might 
react.

The young woman then pulled herself up and stood. Their 
faces were now just inches from each other. Everyone 
kept quiet and observed the stand-off. 

'Fuck you!' came the slurred response. The girl then 
prodded Felicity in the ribs with her out pointed index 
finger. 

'If you want the fucking top then why don't you try and 
take it!' she announced loudly. 

She then put both her arms in the air and turned around 
a full 360 degrees, offering Felicity the opportunity 
to grab at her top. Felicity backed away realising her 
error. 

'OK, keep it...keep it! She responded and went to 
return to her friends. She then felt a sharp pain as 
the girl lunged forward and grabbed her bare arm in a 
vice like pinch. Before she could think she felt her 
long hair being grasped. In seconds she was travelling 
backwards pulled by her hair. 

Her two friends instinctively went to assist her. Only 
to find their way blocked by three other members of the 
gang who ordered them to stay where they were. 

The looked on as Felicity yelped whilst being held by 
her long locks. 

'If you promise to do as I say I will let you go!' spat 
the girl.

'Do you understand, bitch?' she continued.

'Yes...yes!' gasped Felicity eager to stop the pain.

The girl released her grip and Felicity held her gouged 
arm looking shocked and stunned. Her normally perfect 
dark hair was now a tangled mess and she noticed the 
girl picking a chunk of it out of her rings. 

'Ok' said the girl aggressively, her face almost 
touching Felicity's. 'Take of your top!'

Felicity gulped and wished she hadn't demanded her 
bikini top back. She felt herself trembling as she 
repositioned herself so as to be able to reach the back 
of the top. She reached forward and slipped a finger 
behind the plastic clasp and started to fumble with it. 
It quickly came undone and instantly the young woman 
turned to face Felicity. 

'You queer bitch!' she spat. 'I told you to take off 
your top not mine!'

Felicity went bright red with embarrassment. She didn't 
much want to part with her lacy cotton top but that 
would have been preferable to this humiliation.

The girl was now facing her, the loose bikini top 
hanging from her neck. Felicity tried not to look at 
her bare pert breasts, which protruded beneath the 
garment. 

To Felicity's horror the young woman then removed the 
top and flung it down the bus and cupped her breasts, 
putting on a show for her friends. They responded with 
whistles and shrieks. Most of them then pulled up their 
tops and bras and flashed their naked chests too.

The friends looked on in disgust and amazement. How 
could these women act in such as ladish and common way? 
Was a thought that entered Felicity's mind and indeed 
that of her friends. 

The young women then focused her attention on Felicity. 

'So you wanted to see my tits...well what do you think? 
she questioned thrusting her chest towards the self-
conscious teenager.

Felicity felt herself glowing with embarrassment. She 
felt so awkward having never been in a situation like 
this before. She knew what ever she said would be 
twisted around. Politeness seemed the best option, 
'They're... vvvery nice.' Stammering out the words.

'Really?' responded her tormentor. 'What do you like 
about them?' She continued with a wry smile on her 
lips.

Amy and Leigh looked on stunned and overwhelmed by what 
was occurring in front of them.

Felicity gave out an audible gulp and took a deep 
breath. 

'They're... a nice shape...' she stated trying not to 
show any fear.

The girl cupped her breasts and looked down. Apparently 
pleased with the comment.

'What about my nipples?' she asked gently touching them 
with her fingertips.

At which point her friends shrieked loudly.

Felicity tried to remain calm and rational. 

'They are cool...' she responded realising that that 
was a rather silly and meaningless comment.

'Wow... my nips are cool! Joked the girl mimicking 
Felicity's rather posh voice.

The girl then addressed the ten or so other girl gang 
members. 

'So what shall we do with our lezzie tit inspector? She 
quipped.

Being referred to in such a way mortified Felicity. 
Like all teenagers the friends would make comments to 
each other about teachers and students that they 
thought might be lesbians. It was a standard insult 
about any woman who was a bit plain, overweight or they 
didn't like. 

How could they think she was a lesbian? She was 
attractive and fancied men! Felicity reasoned that she 
was just trying to humiliate her further. Such verbal 
bullying and offensive behaviour was not permitted at 
her private school, but this seemed like a million 
miles away from that cocooned environment. 

The gang members responded noisily with a whole raft of 
obscene and depraved suggestions. In the row Felicity, 
Leigh or Amy could not hear most of them. The few they 
did hear terrified them just a little!

'Get her tits out',' was the first comment that reached 
Felicity's ears. This shocked her but not as much as 
'strip the bitch or 'make her lez-up.'

Their leader ordered them to be silent. 

'I like your ideas... you bunch of perv's! She joked.

She paced two and fro between Felicity and her two 
seated friends. 

'Let's see if these are real friends...' she stated.

'If one of you will volunteer to do as we ask the other 
two will be left alone!' 

Amy spoke. 'What would want that person to do? She 
asked looking fearful.

'Well!' responded their captor getting agitated. 'If 
you don't choose one person we will fucking kick the 
shit out of all you!

With that she pushed Felicity back towards them. She 
sat down and they started to talk with each other, 
hoping to come up with some sort of plan.

The aggressive redhead and her gang walked to the rear 
of the bus. She set her mobile phone to ring in five 
minutes and would return for an answer.

Amy reached up to her shoulder and found some curls in 
her blond hair. She always played with her hair when 
nervous. Leigh could see the fear in her blue eyes and 
could tell she was on the verge of crying. She hated 
not being in control. Felicity had been through enough 
already her body was still shaking. They always looked 
to Leigh in a crises. She always had an idea or a 
remedy. Today however, she appeared to be out of ideas. 
They asked her what the gang might do to who ever went 
forward. She assured them as best as she could that 
this gang were not so stupid as to really harm them. 
But other than that she was silent during their 
deliberations. 

Leigh, unknown to her friends, had her own hidden 
agenda. Sure these were her school friends but they 
were a bit naive, intellectually inferior and often 
annoying. She knew that once they left school they 
would soon forget her. They only asked for her opinion 
when they were stuck. At most other times they loudly 
announced their decision with out much thought, and she 
was expected to go along with it. Leigh was shorter 
then her two friends and was petit in stature. They 
sometimes made fun of her impish looks, brunette bob 
hairstyle and small breasts. Amy loved to make the 
point that she was 34c compared to Felicity's 32b and 
her own 'pathetic' 30a. 

Realising that the five minutes was almost up Leigh 
spoke. 

'We have to do something or they might beat us up, or 
more likely dump us in this hellhole. What chance would 
we have on these streets'

The girls nodded in agreement. 

'Felicity is not very good at dealing with problems 
like this. It's her actions that caused that nutty 
redhead to flip.'

Felicity so wanted to contradict her but thought better 
of it. Amy smugly nodded in agreement.

'I need to observe and intervene if things get out of 
hand. I can also run the fastest and at the right 
moment I shall escape and go for help...'

This made a lot of sense. She was good at intervening 
and was the fastest runner in the school.

'So, it's decided then... Amy you will volunteer... 
don't be worried,' she said and gently stroked her arm 
to assure her further.

Felicity gave a sigh of relief as Amy's draw dropped at 
the realisation. Before she could say a thing the 
redhead was back and in their faces. 

'So who is it to be?' she questioned looking at them.

'Cute little boyish girl?' she said looking straight at 
Leigh.

'...posh dark-haired lezzie?' Looking at Felicity.

'...or blonde slutty supermodel? Looking at Amy.

'Me.... and my name's Amy,' said Amy trying not to look 
their tormentor in the eye or focus on her bare 
breasts. 

She proudly focused on the positive comment regarding 
her glamorous looks and ignored the untruth about her 
morals. Despite her flirtatious manner, teasing was as 
far as anything went. 

Leigh could cope with the comment from the redhead. It 
was far milder than some her so-called friends had 
thrown at her over the years. Anyway she was delighted 
with her clever manipulation of the situation. As usual 
she had kept her thoughts to herself until they were 
willing to listen and then drove home her view. They 
very rarely disagreed. Experience had shown them that 
Leigh was usually right. They pondered just what might 
happen to Amy as she was taken gently by the arm and 
lead away, her tiered short brown skirt gently swaying 
against her tanned long legs.

Whilst Amy was a little anxious she wasn't too worried. 
She had a feeling n her stomach similar before she had 
embarked on a perilous ride at a theme park. It wasn't 
as bad as she had imagined and she presumed this would 
be the same. They were probably going to mock her 
ascent and poke fun at her.

Felicity figured that they were just going to get Amy 
to do some of those stupid initiation tasks that girls 
sometimes did to newcomers. This was banned at her 
school as it was seen as bullying, but it still 
sometimes happened. One of her friends was required to 
pee in the middle of the hockey pitch whilst the rest 
of the team stood in a circle around her! It was a bit 
weird but hardly life-threatening. Amy was very 
outgoing and not too bright so she would easily cope 
with any stupid request.

Leigh was the least concerned about her friend. She was 
sick of her preening and posing and constant talk of 
fashion, make-up and hair products. Maybe they were 
going to paint her face like a clown or worse still 
remove all her make-up! Perhaps they would make her 
flash her 'wonderful perfectly-shaped' breasts out of 
the window for all to see. Perhaps that humiliation 
might make her shut up about them for a day or two, 
even a week, if they were lucky! These thoughts even 
brought a slight smile to her boyish face.

Having lead Amy to the rear of the bus followed by most 
of the gang the redhead then spoke. 'You being a slutty 
supermodel will know what to do now!'

Amy looked at her with a vague look. Beyond her she 
could see her two friends. She tried to catch Leigh's 
eye for some guidance, but she just looked on and gave 
no gesture or words of wisdom.

'Come on... walk up and down the catwalk!' came the 
command.

The twelve or so female members of the gang sat along 
the gangway, one to each seat, and stated to cheer and 
wolf-whistle. The redhead turned and led the way 
swaying her jeans-clad hips up the gangway. She walked 
past all her cheering friends and reached an empty seat 
and then sat. Amy slowly started to saunter along from 
the rear of the bus following the girl's lead. Her 
loose shirt swished side-to-side brushing her shapely 
thighs. She reached the redhead and stopped. 

'Carry on... I am sure your friends want a good look 
too.. particularly the lez! Joked the girl.

Amy continued past the redhead and a couple of empty 
seats before giving her friends a twirl. Felicity was 
getting livid about being referred to as a lesbian but 
knew she could say nothing. Leigh on the other hand was 
almost enjoying herself. This was all quite mild and 
Amy seemed to be coping well, a bit to well.

'Very good!' Shouted the redhead. 'Let's see another 
costume...'

The girls wondered just what she meant.

She then whispered to three of the gang. They quickly 
disappeared to the lower deck and returned with a 
suitcase. It was thrown onto the seats near to them.

The redhead then beckoned to Leigh.

'Come here...' she said in almost a friendly voice. She 
pulled her to her and whispered. 'If you wanna fuckin' 
live you will get your friend to carry out exactly what 
I want, do you understand? 

Eager to please and not to provoke she nodded.

'I wanna see her shape properly, make her wear 
something slinky rather than that boring sweatshirt.'

With that she pushed Leigh away who took the hint and 
went quickly back to her friends.

She addressed Amy. 'Look, you got to wear something 
slinky next... lets see.'

They hurriedly pulled through the clothing. Having just 
been pony trekking they didn't have many slinky cloths. 
Fortunately in Amy's case there was one suitable item. 
A black sleek velour party dress. That would have to 
do. She grabbed it and went to the very front seats 
with Leigh and Felicity. She removed her black zip-up 
sweatshirt. With their help pulled on the dress over 
her thin cotton sleeveless and then removed it. Next 
she glided the dress down her legs before undoing her 
short skirt and removing it. 

This whole scene was bazaar for all involved. Amy was 
even feeling a bit flattered that this young woman 
wanted to see her modelling her cloths. Felicity was 
grateful if wasn't her and Leigh was pleased that the 
stupid girl was doing as suggested. She assured herself 
that they would survive this annoying trial and even 
laugh about it one day.

Once properly in the dress they zipped it up and she 
flicked her hair into position. She stood and meandered 
down the bus towards the appreciative audience. 

Again they whistled and cheered. Their comments were in 
the main complementary. Pleasant comments were passed 
about her shape and nice legs. Like her skirt the hem 
of her dress reached half way down her thigh. This gave 
everyone a good view of her bare lags and their even 
tan. This was thanks to many hours of sunning herself 
on the patio at home and a top-up from her mum's sun-
bed. Her friends very rarely commented on her excellent 
figure due to the fact that they were sick of her 
talking about it!

On reaching the rear of the bus she turned and started 
to make her way back towards her friends. As she did 
someone smacked her bottom which took her by surprise. 
She let out a yelp and felt a stinging sensation on her 
left buttock. She put her hand on the pain and moved 
away more quickly fighting back a tear. The gang 
laughed at her reaction and discomfort. 

She sat down ad was comforted by Felicity whilst Leigh 
was once again called to the redhead. 'Get her to wear 
layers of cloths and then she can get changed quicker.' 
Came the advice. 

To Leigh that seemed sensible. They could sort out a 
number of outfits and put on a proper show without 
gaps. While they sorted though the clothing their other 
cases were brought up giving them more choice. 

The redhead came over and said they had ten minutes to 
get the things sorted. She then started to pick out 
various items. They carried on sorting and talking and 
tried not to catch her eye or look at her. 

She then walked away and called Leigh over.

'These items must be worn only and nothing else... or 
else!' she threatened.

She handed Leigh a small bundle of clothing. She 
quickly took it and returned to her friends and told 
them what had been said.

They looked through the items. Leigh's turquoise blue 
high-cut swimsuit. Felicity's sheer black and very 
short nightdress and Amy's most tiny and indecent red 
thong – given to her as a joke present by Felicity 
whilst on holiday!

'Oh my god!' said Amy, putting her hand to her mouth. 

Felicity copied the gesture but said nothing.

Leigh spoke, 'Look it's no big deal... it's no 
different to being in the communal changing rooms at a 
shop or at the sports centre.'

'Be logical... they're girls just having a laugh... 
it's like fancy dress!'

Her upbeat attitude did little to allay the 
embarrassment of Amy. Suddenly it didn't seem like fun 
any more. Felicity tried to find some words to 
encourage her friend.

'Look... just do it and then it will be over... we can 
get off the bus and get home.'

They all went and crouched behind the front seats. Amy 
removed her white panties and slipped on the tiny 
thong. She then tried pulling on Leigh's petite blue 
Lycra swimsuit. It was a good couple of sizes smaller 
than she would usually wear. It took a good deal of 
pulling to get it over her hips and bottom which was 
still stinging a little from the earlier slap. 

That achieved Felicity unzipped the black dress and 
Leigh slipped her hand inside and started to undo Amy's 
bra.

'What are you doing!?' questioned Amy sounding alarmed.

'You will look stupid with this on under the swimsuit, 
and she said nothing else was to be worn,' explained 
Leigh.

With hand up inside the dress the two friends pulled 
the tight fabric up Amy's back, whilst she endeavoured 
to get her ample breasts inside. It was a struggle but 
they managed it. Amy could feel the tiny swimsuit 
engulfing her like a second skin. Her breasts felt as 
thought they were being flattened like two pancakes. 
Her rounded bottom was too big for the dainty garment. 
She could feel each buttock escaping either side. 

Leigh picked up the thin nylon nightdress and Amy 
pulled it over her head. Once is position she shock 
down her dress and her friends assisted her in steeping 
out of it. She stood up in front of them and looked 
down at her strange outfit. Her colourful trainers made 
it all look all the more bizarre. Rather than feeling 
glamorous she felt like a freak. 

Felicity's nightdress had been a purchase during their 
holiday. She was fed-up wearing sensible pyjamas and 
decided it was time to wear something a bit more sexy. 
Its thin fabric was designed for summer wear and whilst 
not see-through, left very little to the imagination. 
Amy was taller and a size larger than Felicity, and 
thus the nighty was not as long as its designers 
intended it to be. It barley covered her bottom despite 
her attempts to pull at its hem. 

Before she could worry too much they became aware of 
the cat-calling from the other end of the bus. Like it 
or not Amy would have to face the gauntlet once again. 
Leigh advised her to be brave and walk with confidence. 
Felicity managed to fain a smile.

Amy began what seemed like a long walk towards her 
rowdy and drunken audience. They were far loader and 
far more obscene than before. 

She walked slowly past the redhead and a couple more 
girls and remembered to look confident. However, when 
she felt a hand grasp the back her left thigh she gave 
out a scream and jumped away. Unfortunately this 
occurred at the same time as the bus swerved to avoid 
an obstacle. Amy finished up sprawling on top of one of 
the onlookers, a gum-chewing waif-like girl with jelled 
scraped-back hair. 

'Fuckin' hell...' the girl exclaimed as she fought to 
stop herself being crushed.

Amy finished up laying face down, over the girl's lap! 
She was acutely aware that the short black nightdress 
had ridden up in the fall and that her lycra-clad 
bottom was on show. The comments from the onlookers 
made the fact very apparent. 

The small swimsuit had been a struggle to squeeze into 
and a good ten percent of her shapely rear was escaping 
from its confines. The site of this flesh was far too 
much temptation for the girl who she was laying across. 
In a flash she grabbed a handful, digging her manicured 
nails in firmly.

Amy screeched in shock and pain. Quickly she struggled 
to her feet amidst various obscene comments and groping 
of her bare suntanned legs. Once standing she composed 
herself trying to ignore the stinging sensation from 
her left buttock. She continued to walk towards the 
rear of the bus pass and the remaining six gang 
members, ignoring their shouting and suggestive 
catcalls. 

She reached the rear seat and turned to make her way 
back. 

'Pose then,' said one of the onlookers.

Amy obliged and struck a pose and then another. Feeling 
that they were satisfied she went to walk back, but her 
second pace was blocked. One of the girls had put her 
blocked the aisle with her leg. It was impossible for 
Amy to step over it as it rested on the opposite seat. 
Another girl then did the same making it clear that she 
was not going to be let pass. 

The redhead cleared her throat then spoke and the 
others remained silent.

'Before coming back down the catwalk you must reveal 
your next costume,' she explained.

Amy felt herself swallow. She knew when she put on the 
swimsuit it was for a so-called fashion show but now 
things seemed to be getting a bit sinister. Felicity 
looked on in amazement at the girls' behaviour and felt 
sad for Amy whilst also relieved that it was not her. 
It was true what Leigh had said she would not have 
coped well with this situation. Leigh tried to look 
unfazed and emotionless. She was wise enough to know 
that if she looked shocked or happy that that could 
bring unwelcome attention. She was not worried about 
Amy's predicament but only her own survival. The gang 
seemed happy and not aggressive, this bit of fun would 
take their attention from robbing them or assaulting 
them, not that she believed that they would be really 
hurt.

Amy focussed and allowed the black nightdress to slip 
down her body. She stepped out of it and picked it up 
and placed it on the seat. To her amazement it was 
immediately grabbed by a dark haired girl who pushed 
into her friend's face! She responded by laughing and 
giving it a good sniff before throwing at across the 
aisle at another girl. For a few seconds they threw the 
garment amongst them occasionally sniffing it and 
making smutty comments. 

Amy felt very self-conscious. The petite blue swimsuit 
really was far too small for her five foot, five inch 
frame. Its high cut legs made it possible to see the 
waistband of the tiny thong. However, she was grateful 
for the thong as it prevented the skin-tight costume 
from cutting her crotch in two, and at the same time 
giving a clear profile her naughty bits as she referred 
to them. Her breasts were trying to bubble over the top 
of the garment and when she glanced down she realised 
that her nipples were clearly visible through the taut 
lycra.

She tried not to think about her exposure caused by the 
erotic costume but felt herself going bright red. Amy 
was slouching, trying to make herself look as small as 
possible. Her long blonde hair was easy to hide behind 
but it failed to hide her embarrassment. Unfortunately 
the redhead saw her obvious discomfort. 

'I think our supermodel is a bit embarrassed, come on 
give her some encouragement. It's not fair her wearing 
that little thing and you lot all wearing normal 
cloths,' she observed, still topless.

'Guess so,' said one girl.

'OK!' said another.

'That's unfair,' commented another.

For a brief moment Amy and her friends thought that the 
whole stupid game was going to come to an end. Felicity 
hoped that they were now bored and that they even felt 
sorry for Amy. She could get dressed and they could all 
get off the bus. 

However, their hopes were soon dashed when one girl 
pulled off her tee-shirt and followed by all the other 
drunken female gang members. Within seconds an 
assortment of coloured bras covering breasts of varying 
sizes were proudly on show. Next, and with little 
encouragement from the redhead, skirts were taken off 
and jeans were taken down with great hilarity, as some 
helped each other by tugging off skin tight jeans.

They then sat back down in an array of coloured thongs 
and popular underwear. The girls couldn't help but 
notice that some had disgusting slogans emblazoned upon 
them. Felicity looked down her nose thinking that it 
was clear that these girls had no manners or shame. 
Their bare flesh revealed an assortment of tasteless 
tattoos of varying sizes.

Their kind gesture didn't make Amy feel a lot better 
about her predicament. For Felicity is was all proving 
too much. The bus screeched to a halt, Amy was thrown 
forward onto her tormenters legs. For Felicity it was 
an opportunity to act - it was fight of flight. As 
fighting these tough streetwise sluts was clearly not 
an option she took the other route. In an instant she 
made a dash for the stairs. She might have made it down 
the stairs and off the bus had another girl not been 
coming up the stairs. Her way was now blocked by a 
Caribbean girl and she clearly was not going to let her 
pass. Realising what had happened the red-haired girl 
and a couple of her entourage moved to the top of the 
stairwell.

'This bitch wants to come downstairs...' said the black 
teenager in her tough accent. 'It's up to her,' said 
the redhead. 'Maybe she prefers fun with black sisters 
rather than white ones!' she joked.

The black girl didn't seem to be phased by the fact 
that her redhead friend was naked from the waist up or 
that the other two girls were in their bras. 

Leigh looked on realising how stupid Felicity had been 
to make a dash for it. It was typical of her behaviour, 
never thinking through the consequences. 

'...so lezzie?' quested the redhead, leaning over the 
handrail. 'What you gonna do? Up here with us or 
downstairs with the my black friends?'

Felicity felt that both options seemed equally bad and 
scary. It seemed clear to her that her intellectual 
friend Leigh hadn't an idea as to what to do. One this 
occasion she was stumped. If stupid Amy wanted to go 
along with all this that was fine but she would grab an 
opportunity. Downstairs was nearer the doors and she 
would have a greater opportunity to escape. The bus 
jolted forward and started to resume its hair-raising 
journey.

'Downstairs,' she said looking directly at the black 
girl with a desperate look in eye.

Leigh was amazed at her stupidity. Amy couldn't believe 
her disloyalty. They always stuck together in all 
things. How could she leave them alone?

The black girl gently took Felicity by the wrist and 
led her down the stairwell. She arrived on the lower 
deck to see some ten black and Asian teenage girls, who 
greeted her appearance with load whopping and catcalls! 
All on the upper deck could hear the excitement.

'Sounds like they like your friend!' quipped the 
redhead looking directly at Leigh.

Felicity was welcomed by her new 'friends' who gently 
manoeuvred her to the large seat at the rear of the 
bus. 

They asked her name and a stream of other questions and 
offered her drink.

She politely answered and accepted the drink of white 
rum from her rescuers. She had clearly had the right 
move.

Meanwhile Amy had composed herself and was slowly and 
slinkily wandering down the aisle in the tiny blue 
swimsuit being ogled by the redhead and her gang. She 
managed the six or so passes with only one grope of her 
legs and managed not to fall or react.

They gave her a spontaneous round of applause. She 
stopped, looked back and smiled back and said 'thank 
you.' Thank god that's over, she thought as looked 
forward and started walking back towards Leigh. But 
before she had taken more than a couple of paces the 
redhead spoke.

'Hey, where are you going?' 

Amy stopped and turned.

'I thought it was finished...' she said in a surprised 
voice.

'You and your friend... come here,' she said whilst 
beckoning.

Amy took the few paces back and was guided to a window 
seat next to one of the gang.

Tentatively Leigh got up from he seat and confidently 
walked towards them trying not to show any fear and 
attempting to give a small smile so as to appear 
affable. To her amazement no rude comments or groping 
occurred, she was allowed to walk to the rear seat 
without any hindrance at all. She turned and sat down, 
smoothing her knee-length white broderie anglaise dress 
against her legs. 

'You seem a little over-dressed?' commented one of the 
gang mockingly imitating their captive's tone of voice. 

Leigh external appearance of a smile was trying to hide 
her internal worries. She said nothing no that whatever 
was said would be ignored or mocked.

'Stand up' came the command. 'Let's have a look at 
you...'

Leigh obeyed. Standing grasping her hands together in 
front of her. She felt really small, with everyone 
observing her, despite the fact that her audience was 
seated. Her petite frame and the fact she was only just 
over five feet tall often made her feel small. She 
didn't like people looking at her and passing comment, 
it reminded her of family Christmases. 

She was always the one that relative would comment on 
her demure stature and make comment. In recent years 
they had ceased the annoying activity but fellow 
students would still call her stupid pet names 
particularly Amy.

'Put your hands on your hips and give us a twirl,' 
ordered the redhead who was acting like a compare.

Leigh followed the instruction. She was light on her 
feet thanks to years of gymnastics and running. She was 
a model student being good academically and good at 
physical activity. There were times when she would have 
traded some of her perfection for more mature looks and 
a womanly shape.

'That dress is a bad choice!' came the advice from one 
of the crowd.

Leigh was reminded of those dreadful make-over 
programmes on the television.

What happened exactly after that was a bit of a haze 
for Leigh and indeed Amy.

Before Leigh could think, speak or seek to reason, a 
couple of girls were undoing the buttons on the front 
of the bodice of her dress. It was quickly slid down 
her slender frame and now rested on her white trainers. 
Amy looked on in shock observing her friend as she 
stood their looking very pale in her long silk camisole 
slip.

Leigh was aware that the thin white slip only just 
covered her knickers and that everyone could now see 
her bare legs. People had of course seen them before 
when she was on the sports field, in the gym or on the 
beach. These facts did little to stop her discomfort. 
Those experiences seemed natural and non-threatening 
whilst this one made her feel like a piece of meat on 
show to group of leering men. 

The comments from the gang young women did sound like a 
group of lads on a holiday in Ibiza, as they made dirty 
sexual suggestions and offensive statements about her 
boyish and immature body.

Leigh's slip hung loosely on her body suspended by two 
thin shoulder straps and one of those had slipped a 
little down her left arm. For a moment Amy forgot her 
own embarrassing costume as she focused on Leigh's. 
However, she was soon reminded of her own bizarre 
clothing and vulnerability when the girls near to her 
pushed her back into the bus's aisle. The two friends 
were now standing side-by-side looking equally 
ridiculous and wondering what was to happen next. 

Leigh's normal veneer of confidence had been stripped 
away with her dress. She realised that her plan had 
gone somewhat wrong. Going by the sounds from 
downstairs their friend, who had been so keen to desert 
them, was not enjoying herself very much. They clearly 
heard her raised voice hysterically demanding that they 
stopped what ever it was they were doing.

It was Amy that was addressed next. She stood with her 
hands clasped in front of her as the redhead spoke.

'That swimming costume is far too tight for you, it is 
squeezing your tits, which isn't very good for them.'

Amy said nothing but inside she had to agree. The 
fabric was confining her breasts and the garment was 
cutting into her everywhere. Perhaps they were now 
going to let her change back into her normal clothing.

'I give you permission to remove it!' she shouted. The 
announcement was received with much jollity from the 
other girls.

Amy looked the topless redhead straight in the eye. 
Perhaps she meant that she could return to the front of 
the bus and take it off there and then put on something 
else. She was hoping, even praying, that she would not 
be expected to remove it where she now stood. She went 
to walk forward but a leg was forcefully put in her 
way. She then knew that she was going nowhere. 

'What's the problem? Questioned the redhead see her 
despair.

'Supermodels are not normally shy,' she quipped.

Amy hesitated for only a few seconds but to the 
onlookers it seemed that she was never going to obey. 
Amy realised that she had to obey the stupid demand of 
the nutty redhead and went to move her hands toward her 
shoulders. However, her lack of immediate compliance 
was the excuse the gang needed. Like a pack of wolves 
they pounced knocking Leigh out of the way. She landed 
on the large back seat and pulled herself away from the 
scrum in front of her. She looked on, her back pressed 
up against the side of bus, as they mauled and pushed 
her friend around. They had surrounded Amy on all 
sides, she was surrounded by all off the girls as they 
jostled for a position. 

Once surrounded and firmly held the redhead stepped 
forward and took a firm grip with both hands on the 
neckline of the lyca turquoise swimsuit. In one mighty 
downward pull the poor blonds amble breasts were 
exposed, the flimsy fabric tore under the force and 
thus did not spring back once released. The other 
members of the gang quickly pulled down the straps and 
hurriedly pulled down the swimsuit. It was then pulled 
from her feet and flung out of an open window. The 
tight tiny thong had thankfully remained in place and 
thus at least some of her modesty was still in tact. 
Leigh looked on grateful that it was not her it was 
happening to.

Amy was grateful that her naughty bits were still 
covered. She tried to put the events in a normal 
context to try and get some sense in her mind. That 
fact that breasts were often seen on the television and 
on the beach somehow gave her some comfort. But then 
she felt a hand rest on her waist and start to travel 
down. It reached the waistband of her thong and a 
couple of fingers gently slipped between it and her 
skin. Another hand on her other side followed suit. 
There than started a perverse tug-of-war as tow of the 
gang began pulling in opposite directions. They others 
let go of her and stepped back to get a better view. 
Amy grasped at the front gripping the tiny triangle of 
material with one hand whilst trying to fight their 
hands off with the other. The dainty thong was not made 
for such vigorous abuse. In a few seconds an audible 
tear was heard and it parted with her body in one of 
her assailants hands. Amy screeched and quickly covered 
her naked exposed parts with cupped hands. They tiny 
garment was thrown around and much to Leigh's horror 
was sniffed by a couple of the girls. 

Leigh felt that surely the drunken gang had had enough 
'fun' for one afternoon. Maybe now they would be 
allowed to go. Again she was wrong. Again the gang 
surged forward. This time knocking the naked Amy out of 
the way. All hands were now on the demure creature in 
the corner – Leigh. In moments she was pulled into the 
aisle in front of the back seat and grasped, her arms 
held firmly behind her back. 

In a flash she thought and spoke, 'Please! L-let me 
undress myself!' She reasoned that she would rather 
undress herself than be forcibly stripped. At least 
that way she kept some control.

They either did not hear her or choose to ignore her. 
The expensive silk slip was grasped by the redhead. 
Leigh noticed the evil glint in her eye as she pulled 
it formable down exposing her naked small puffy 
breasts. The slip dropped to the ground exposing her 
white shorts style lacy knickers. The redhead knelt in 
front of her. She slipped her fingers over the 
elasticised waistband. She looked the terrified 
teenager in the eye as she began slowly and almost 
seductively sliding them down.

She licked her lips as the underwear and her fingers 
caressed Leigh's smooth skin. In one last gently pull 
her small dark mound was exposed. The redhead slowly 
finished the job gradually pulling the white knickers 
down until they reached her feet. Gently she lifted 
each foot in turn and removed them completely. The 
other gang members then pulled off the ruined slip. She 
so wanted to cover her exposed body but couldn't as 
they continued to hold her arms. 

They then pushed her towards Amy and she landed on the 
seat next to her. Both girls did their best to cover 
their bare breasts with their hands and crossed their 
legs. They were naked apart from their trainers and 
ankle socks. The gang members threw around the removed 
clothing and joked.

It was then that one of the girls pulled a blue and 
white box from one of the carrier bags that lay on the 
seats. She read out aloud the printing,

'....I nicked this from that shop window...hay listen 
to this....the battery operated Intimate Area Shaver 
leaves any body hair areas as smooth as a newborn 
baby's skin.'

Everyone a part from the two friends giggled and 
laughed and they passed it around.

Once of them pulled it from its box and put it on and 
began chasing her friends around the bus with it.

'Shall we give it a try on a guinea pig? She asked her 
friends.

Amy and Leigh were grateful that they had found 
something else to take their minds off them. Leigh was 
working out an escape. At the right moment she would 
open the emergency back exit grab her dress and get 
away, leaving Amy and Felicity to sort themselves out.

In all the noise and general commotion the two naked 
friends did not hear the reference to guinea pig as 
they huddled together. 

In a flash the gang was upon on them again and Amy was 
grabbed by the wrist whilst Leigh was pulled out of the 
way and pushed into another seat. Amy was manoeuvred 
into the middle of the large back seat with much 
groping of her bare breasts and bottom. She shrieked 
and cried out at ever push, pull and grope. Two girls 
sat either side of her holding her arms whilst another 
four grappled with her long shapely tanned legs. 

Amy fought to keep them tightly together but the four 
females soon had their way and her lags were pulled 
open. Before she could hardly consider what was 
happening her body was o the move again. Her calves 
were grabbed in a couple of arm locks and were being 
lifted. This caused her body to slide down the seat 
until her shoulder blades rested on the cushions. Leigh 
was ordered to sit and watch and she obeyed not wishing 
to further provoke her captors. She could hardly 
believe her eyes as she gazed between Amy's open legs 
focussing or her neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair and 
her exposed vagina.

Leigh then noticed the intimate lady shaver being held 
by the redhead. She thought it looked more like a 
microphone than her own shaver. Soon Amy was to feel a 
sensation that she had never experienced before as the 
shaver gently vibrated over her soft skin removing a 
layer from the fringes of her pubic mound. In a couple 
of minutes the job was almost complete. All that 
remained was a thin 'runway' down the middle of Amy's 
pink cleft. 

'This looks a bit difficult, anyone wanna have a go?' 
she asked looking around for some help.

'I will!' said a voice. 

Amy was shocked. It was the voice of Leigh.

She had been looking for an opportunity to gain the 
gangs trust and thus gain n her freedom. This simple 
act could do just that. She reasoned that it was not 
that strange as she took the shaver. Leigh was 
something of an expert when it came to shaving down 
there. Whilst she did not have the curvaceous body or 
breasts of a young woman she did have a generous 
helping of pubic hair. She had been trimming and 
shaving for a good three years, a necessity when taking 
part in sport and gymnastics. Older girls in her 
gymnastics club very kindly offered to assist younger 
girls with their first shave and this was not that 
different, she reasoned.

She knelt in front of her friend's naked and exposed 
genitalia. The gang members let out a gasp of surprise 
as she placed two of her fingers on Amy's labia and 
manoeuvred the lips to safely expose the remaining 
hairs. Expertly she manoeuvred the folds of pink flesh 
until every last blonde hair was gone. For the first 
time since their hair-raising journey began their was 
complete silence. 

Leigh stood up and passed the shaver back to the 
redheaded girl, who smiled. The girl with scrapped back 
hair then knelt down where Leigh had been. She licked 
her finger and then began circling it around Amy's 
shaven orifice. Amy begged for the her to stop and 
Leigh looked away and sat down on a nearby seat. She 
contemplated on what she had done and felt relieved. 
Now they would let her get dressed and set her free. As 
for her friends that was not her concern. 

As with many actions in life not everyone interprets 
what they see in the same way. Whilst being shaved Amy 
had very quickly came to the realisation that Leigh was 
not her friend at all, but rather a selfish bitch who 
would do anything to save herself. It was the thought 
of what she would do to her later that took her mind 
off the finger that had now entered her virginal 
orifice. For the redhead she had seen the events in a 
slightly different way to that of Leigh. 

It was true that she now viewed the posh young woman in 
a different light and had some trust for her. She asked 
Leigh to stand and then put her arm around her shoulder 
and started to lead her towards the front of the bus. 
It was feeling her bare flesh against her own that 
reminded Leigh that she was naked. Somehow the comfort 
of her footwear had for a few moments made her forget. 
The gang had started their noisy chatting and shouting 
again as they looked on at their friend assaulting 
their virgin captive. 

The redhead gently turned Leigh's head so that she too 
could witness the erotic site of one female 
masturbating another whilst other members of the gang 
were kissing or undressing. In the few moments whilst 
they looked on an orgy unfolded before her innocent 
eyes. Tongues caressed nipples, fingers entered bodies 
and hands felt over eager flesh. With those images 
engrained in her mind Leigh was lead to the front of 
the bus with her new friend. 

Once on their own and seated the redhead planted a kiss 
on Leigh's cheek. She would not have been too concerned 
about the gesture on its own, but the fact she was 
naked and the woman doing it was had bare breasts was a 
bit strange. To further add to her alarm one of the 
redhead's hands was resting just below her own right 
breast. Then followed a kiss on the lips and the 
cupping or her breast. 

The kiss was longer than the first and more worryingly 
she felt a flick of a tongue on her lips. The redhead's 
free arm went around Leigh's neck and pulled her 
closer. The tongue probed forward again and slipped 
between her lips. Fingers found her pointed nipple and 
gently played with it. Leigh could feel her heart 
racing as her nipples swelled uncontrollably due to the 
stimulation. Her chest pounded all the more when the 
redhead began kissing and gently sucking her engorged 
nipples and areola. He mind was in total overload, just 
what was happening to her?

Amy was being repositioned and was now on all fours, 
her rounded buttocks in the air. Hands reached out and 
felt her ample breasts and played with her nipples. 
Each girl was taking it in turn to kiss and suck her 
inflamed labia and flick their eager tongues on her 
previously untouched clitoris. She gasped at every 
sensation. 

It wasn't long before the redhead moved down Leigh's 
body kissing almost every inch as she travelled south. 
Leigh looked down to check she wasn't dreaming. No it 
was real. The young woman was positioned between her 
open legs and was licking her. The tongue expertly 
found every sensitive place. Leigh closed her eyes and 
decided to enjoy the sensation.

Whilst Amy and Leigh seduction was firm it was also 
gentle. True their clothing had been forcibly removed 
from them but now there was little force just coercion. 
The effect of the alcohol and the desire to survive 
without a beating had made them fairly compliant. If 
only the same could be said of their friend Felicity. 
Within moments of her arrival and the initial friendly 
conversation things soon changed for the worse. Her 
friends had heard her screams for help before she was 
silenced. There own predicament had focussed their 
minds rather than worrying about her troubles.

The black girls had, without any warning, grabbed her 
and pushed her to the floor and held her down. They 
then proceeded to pour a rum-based drink down her 
throat. She sputtered and tried not to consume it but 
despite her best efforts and good amount went down. A 
strong and rather butch young woman sat astride her 
waist during the attack. Felicity fought for her breath 
as she swallowed the syrupy drink. Felicity's arms were 
held firmly above her head and her legs were sat upon 
to prevent her kicking and lashing out.

The spiked drink did its job within minutes. Felicity 
was soon in a stupor. It was as though she was floating 
around. She could hear a cacophony of strange voices 
and music along with visions of her recent holiday and 
other previous enjoyable events. She lay on the seat 
almost motionless with her eyelids occasionally 
flickering and opening. The odd murmur came out of her 
mouth but other than that she was quiet. She was having 
a happy dream in which she found herself willing to co-
operate with every suggestion and go along with what 
every was said. Her body felt like putty and she was 
not able to fully control her movements. But in her 
state of ecstasy it just didn't seem to matter.

Felicity's light bootleg cotton chinos were held in 
place by a drawstring waistband tied in a bow. A quick 
pull of the bow and the trousers glided down her olive-
skinned legs and off her body. She was then pulled to 
her feet and manoeuvred into a knelling position on 
another seat, before being pulled over its back. Her 
bottom was now facing upward with her arms and head 
hanging down the back of the double seat. Her 
conservative white silky tanga-style panties, complete 
with a tiny flowery design, brought mocking comments 
from the street-wise teenagers. That was the sort of 
underwear their younger sisters or mothers might wear. 

A knife was quickly found and the offending knickers 
cut up both outside legs and torn away by eager and 
forceful hands. Her naked white pert arse was now 
clearly visible to the gang and anyone glancing into 
the passing bus. Fortunately for Felicity she was 
unaware of exactly what was happening and there were 
few people out on the street to view her exposure. 
However, her dreamy mind was brought into focus a 
little when one girl smacked her naked rump. The 
onlookers laughed and then queued to have a turn! 

The sound of the black flesh raining down on the white 
buttocks filled the bus. This humiliation was just the 
start. Once they had all had two or three slaps her 
bottom was left looking rather pink. In Felicity's 
drugged mind she thought she had been stung by a swarm 
of bees, a thing she had feared since childhood. Thus 
when long tongues began licking and full lips started 
kissing her naked behind, she interpreted this as the 
applying of soothing lotion by her two friends. 

Felicity continued to slumber in and out of 
consciousness. She wondered why her friends were 
parting her buttocks and then applying lotion around 
and inside her anus? She had strength to say a word or 
move her body away. Three of the gang took it in turns 
to allow their experienced tongues to rim and then 
enter her 'tight little rosebud' as they described it. 
The last assailant entered her with a small finger 
lubricated with the residue of saliva. The other looked 
on calling out encouragement.

The sexual tension then exploded. Felicity's body was 
pulled in frenzy onto the floor and her remaining 
clothing cut and ripped from her. Her halter neck 
cotton top easily gave way to the vigorous tugging. She 
then pushed into a seating position and her cute lacy 
white bra was unfastened and yanked free from her arms. 
Her black shoes and white socks were also taken from 
her. 

For a few brief moments the gang looked down on her 
prostrate relaxed naked body, admiring her long dark 
hair and virginal appearance. Then the eldest female 
theatrically removed her own tight lycra bottoms along 
with her thong, off too came her matching lycra top and 
loose footwear. She stood there naked, proudly posing 
to her appreciative friends. 

She then lowered herself seductively until she was 
lying on top of her prey. She began by holding her head 
still whilst kissing her cheeks and then her lips. 
Gradually her own dark well-formed body glided down 
Felicity's smaller but perfect frame. Her lips and 
tongue enjoyed her breasts and circled her pink nipples 
before suckling one. She was gentle pulling the tiny 
pink nipple between her black lips. But her lust and 
excitement grew like a fire. She began gently chewing 
on the soft flesh drawing it further into her mouth. 

Soon a good portion of Felicity's left breast was being 
sucked inside the large mouth. One of her assailant's 
hands moulded her other breast squeezing and plying her 
other nipple whilst her legs manoeuvred between her 
own. Once her legs were parted the hand soon found its 
way between her legs and found her neatly trimmed 
triangle of dark curly hair. A probing index forced its 
way inside the virginal teen. Felicity's dreaming 
imagined she was at the doctors and being examined. 

The woman then released her mouth from the breast 
leaving a love bit on the naked and wet flesh. She 
repositioned herself and knelt between felicity's open 
legs. She continued to probe her tight orifice. The 
others in the gang grabbed the young woman's shapely 
legs and pulled them further part so as to get a better 
view of the penetration. 

The woman removed her finger after a minute or so, and 
then licked it like a lollypop until all traces of 
virgin's blood were removed! She then dived down and 
pushed her mouth forcibly over the exposed vagina. Her 
tongue slipped between the damp and exposed lips of the 
young woman. She expertly flicked it around feeling 
every little crevasse and tiny bump. Felicity could 
feel her heart racing and this strange but not 
unpleasant feeling radiating from her vagina, which was 
taking over her innocent body and mind.

It wasn't long before the other six black young women 
started to kiss and caress each other and removed their 
clothing. Felicity was shared amongst them according to 
the pecking order of the gang. The leader was not going 
to allow any of her bitches to sample the virginal 
young woman until she had fully broken her it. Having 
orally assaulted her cunt it was only fair that the 
white bitch returned the favour. She positioned her 
curl-covered and wet orifice just above Felicity's 
chin. 

'Come on gerl,' she said in a seductive voice. 'Lick me 
nice juicy.' she divided her labia with her fingers.

She arched her back and pushed forward. Her pink large 
labial lips touched Felicity's dainty mouth. 
Instinctively Felicity licked her lips and in doing so 
caressed the tip of the woman's labia. The woman moaned 
in appreciation and asked for more. In Felicity's 
confusion she licked again and again. It was an unusual 
taste and sensation but not unpleasant. Soon she had 
been tricked into placing her tongue inside the 
welcoming orifice. It was only a few brief moments 
before the black woman noisily climaxed pushing her 
pussy hard against the teen's mouth and nose. She then 
stood up leaving Felicity gasping for air, her face and 
some of her hair now soaked in the woman's juice.

Once permitted the other black girls quickly followed 
their leader's example. Felicity's vagina was entered 
by many different fingers, her breasts bitten and 
suckled and her mouth used for their perverted 
pleasuring for about forty minutes. They might have 
continued abusing her passive body had a couple of the 
gang not remembered the two other unlucky passengers 
sitting at the front of the bus hidden by the 
stairwell. The two young women didn't know each other 
but decided to sit together for mutual support when the 
bus was hijacked. They had kept quiet and still and 
thus hoped that they would be ignored. 

Unfortunately two naked black girls were now standing 
in front them and glaring down. For Shabina it was very 
shocking to see nudity particularly in such a public 
place. Her strict Muslim upbringing had taught her that 
this was very wrong. Believing women that they should 
guard their modesty and that they should not display 
their beauty except to their husbands. Shabina tried 
not to look up and looked towards the floor and closed 
her eyes. The black girls looked at her full-length 
black jalbab her purple hijab headscarf. One then 
reached forward and yanked at her hijab. The Asian girl 
tried to grab it but it was off leaving her long dark 
and silky shoulder length hair exposed. 'If only her 
mother hadn't made her go into town for the vegetables' 
she thought.

Lauren sat pushed up against the side of the bus 
clutching her small sports bag. She tried not to be 
fazed by the nudity, reckoning that she often observed 
her girl friends and women naked. In fact just over an 
hour before she had been in the changing room at her 
dance class and observed many unclothed bodies. She had 
tried not to hear the sounds that were coming from the 
back of the bus. Her iPod had assisted her in drowning 
out most of the rather alarming noises. Seeing the 
hijab pulled from the Asian girl made her very 
concerned. She wanted to speak out and demand that they 
left her alone but feared her own safety. 

Shabina was then pulled from her seat to her feet. She 
begged them to leave her alone. 

'Please take my money,' she said believing that is what 
they might want.

From her position she could view the other naked 
embracing females as they played with each other's 
bodies. She could see Felicity with her legs wide open 
and a finger being thrust inside. The prudish young 
woman felt sick at seeking such a sight. They ignored 
her offer of money and pushed and pulled her toward the 
throng of naked bodies. The gang members stopped their 
kissing and intimate embraces and looked up. 

'Wow!' said one in amazement.

That clearly was the opinion of the rest of the gang 
who started to pull at the black jilbab. With so many 
eager hands the poor girl could do little to prevent 
the loose-fitting garment being pulled over her head. 
The girls ignored her cried and started to pull down 
her black cotton trousers and pulled up her cotton top. 
She was held for a few brief moments wearing just her 
large black knickers and sensible bra. 

Her drab garments were hiding a gorgeous and well-
formed young body. Her shinning hair fell over her 
silky brown skin and rested covering her shoulders and 
bra. Then with much howling and shouting the final 
items were forcibly removed. She was held firmly so 
that the leader could get a good look at her puffy 
breasts, pointed nipples and large dark areola. She 
then knelt down and quickly inspected her generous 
forest of dark pubic hair. Normally she would have 
ordered her legs pulled open, so she could have tasted 
this delicious beauty but her attention was diverted by 
the presence of Lauren. 

Lauren sat in fear as they dragged her fellow passenger 
away. She looked out of the window hoping to see 
someone to beckon to. But there was no one. Now she was 
being pulled to the back of the bus and the black girls 
were looking at her. She could see the Asian girl naked 
and sobbing being held by her captives. See also 
noticed the naked figure of Felicity lying on the 
floor.

The leader moved forward to meet her and kissed her on 
the lips. Lauren was too shocked to try and stop her or 
even turn her head. They continued to firmly hold her 
as the leader unzipped her red tracksuit jacket. Once 
opened the gang members could clearly see her skimpy 
silver leotard. The sight of this caused great 
excitement. Her matching bottoms were pulled down from 
behind and her tiny item of clothing was fully exposed. 
Lauren had always felt confident and comfortable 
wearing such an item at her Saturday dance class. 

Her feelings now were rather fearful as to the effect 
it might have in this situation. She was right to be 
concerned as her top was pulled from her and the 
leotard pulled down revealing her adolescent breasts. 
They sat there like two pouched eggs whilst her chest 
gently heaved as the garment disappeared down her body. 
She could feel the fabric descending down her well-
toned body exposing her nakedness bit by bit. Next her 
bottom and vagina would be on show. She had often been 
grateful that unlike other girls of her age she hadn't 
had to shave or even trim. How she now wished she had 
more body hair to hide her embarrassment as the leotard 
slipped over her hips and down her thighs. 

All her clothing including her trainers were now off. 
Lauren tried not to show any fear as the leader 
explained, in her own disgusting way just what she 
wanted the two girls to do to each other. 

It was then the bus swerved dramatically and came to a 
dramatic halt having collided with a burnout truck. 
Everyone on the bus was thrown to the floor and thus 
all activities stopped. Then as quickly as the gang had 
entered the bus they left, clutching their clothing. 
Their victims sat down confused and dazed. 

Felicity remained in her stupor unaware of the change 
of events. Hurriedly all the others came to their 
senses and grabbed whatever clothing they could find. 
Amy and Leigh came down to stairs to see the two girls 
getting dressed and then noticed Felicity laying on the 
floor legs open and naked with a smile on her face. Amy 
encouraged Leigh to find her some clothing and they 
then got her dressed.

The five of them looked anxiously about before getting 
off the bus. They then decided to stick together and 
started walking and looking for assistance. Thankfully 
it wasn't long before a police minibus pulled up and a 
friendly policewoman asked them if they needed a lift. 
They readily accepted the offer and got in. They were 
now all on their way to safety and home. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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