This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

BR&T date: Friday, 11 August 1995

Ivana was a small and slightly plump five-year-old; her seven-year-old sister Elisa was taller, and slender. A little over two years ago, their parents divorced, and as a result of a court decree, as a compromise in a bitter custody battle, Elisa had to make weekly trips between her divorced parents, spending one week with each before going back to the other. The fact that their parents immediately ended up almost five hundred miles apart complicated matters. To save money, their parents sent Elisa by bus, at night, every week, with one parent taking her to one bus stop late in the evening, and the other one picking her up at another bus stop early the next morning. Elisa had made the long trips back and forth for two years, but Ivana had been exempted until she turned five years old, when the court added her to the decree, so she had to shuffle back and forth every week, like her sister.

Thus it was, that, less than a week after her fifth birthday, Ivana made the trip with Elisa for the first time. Their parent took them to the bus stop at the edge of town, dropped them off with their tickets in hand, and since Elisa knew which bus to get on, left them there and went home.

Standing under the streetlight, waiting for the bus, Elisa trembled and fidgeted, frequently glancing nervously at her little sister. She looked as if she could cry at any moment, but Ivana didn't notice, just stood beside her, holding her hand, waiting to start the new adventure of the nighttime bus trip. They were the only ones waiting. Few people rode that route, at that time of the night, and none else from that remote bus stop.

The bus arrived. The girls boarded the bus, Ivana almost eagerly, but Elisa with obvious dread. They surrendered their tickets to the driver. The front few seats were full, as Elisa knew they would be. As the girls passed those seats, the driver gunned the engine and the bus pulled away from the streetlight. The interior of the bus went dark, as Elisa knew it would, making it impossible to see more than glimmers from outside, and only vague shapes within. There were no lights on inside the bus at all, and only the meagerest reflection back through the tinted windows from the headlights on the road.

The men in the first few seats got up and followed her, as Elisa knew they would. She felt a hand on her shoulder, as she knew she would. It gripped her hard, and she whimpered, but quietly, so as not to let Ivana hear her. She needn't have worried: the drone of the bus engine drowned out her meek whimper, as she should have known it would. The hand pushed her along, and she had to push Ivana along in front of her, down the aisle of the bus, feeling the ends of the seats for guidance, as always. Elisa didn't even try to find an empty seat, knowing her choice of seat would be made for her. Near the back of the bus, the hand roughly and suddenly pushed her into a seat. She quietly whimpered again. Ivana still didn't hear.

Another man hurried forward, and pulled Ivana back, pushing her into the seat across from Elisa, on the opposite side of the bus. She squealed in surprise. "Eeek!"

Whispering, the man cautioned her, "This is the only empty seat left. The seats back there are all full of people sleeping. I saved you from waking anyone up. You don't want to wake up the other passengers, or they'll be really really mad at you! And you don't want to get them mad at you, not on this bus! But I'm still awake. Would you like to play with me? Can I sit here?"

Ivana liked the man's nice cheerful tone, and scooted over to let him sit beside her in the seat.

"What's your name?" he asked her, leaning toward her and whispering, his finger on her lips in the dark making her understand that she had better do likewise.

"Ivana," she answered in the same manner.

"Oh, I thought it might be. That's a sweet name, sweetie," he chuckled, "isn't it?"

"I guess so," she shrugged. "How can we play anything when it's so dark? I can't even see you."

"Here's one way," he replied. "Come over this way."

She moved over on the seat, closer to the voice in the dark. A hand took her arm, another circled her waist and picked her up, and she felt herself lifted and placed on the man's lap, her back to him. A hand rubbed her stomach. Another joined it, then they began tickling her lightly. Ivana giggled, unable to stop herself.

"Sshhhh!! You better keep quieter," he warned her again, a little more harshly than before. "Remember that! Unless you want a world of trouble. These people don't take kindly to anyone waking them up!"

Abashed, Ivana stifled her answer, not wanting the other passengers to be angry with her. The hands stopped tickling her anyway. A strong hand lifted her arm by the wrist. She felt the other hand sliding along her fingers, then it moved up her hand, then left. Suddenly, she felt hands on her elbows, pulling both of her arms back. Something was on her wrist, but she couldn't tell what, in the dark. "What are you doing?" she asked, puzzled. The hands moved to her wrists, and bent her arms upward behind her back.

"Keep still! This is part of the game," he explained, even his mere whisper broadcasting his grin. "Okay?"

Ivana felt a cord wrapping around both of her wrists where they crossed high on her back. "Um... okay," she agreed reluctantly, thinking it was a very strange game, but unsure whether she should say so and risk offending him. The cords tightened. When the hands released her, she found that she couldn't lower her arms, and the position hurt, the cords pinched. "Ow!" she protested.

"Shhhh!"

She shushed. "But it hurts," she added momentarily, so meekly that she knew he wouldn't hear. A hand pulled up on the underside of her knee, bending her leg double. Another hand nudged her foot. "Oh good, buckles," a voice murmured very low, near her ear, but apparently not meant for her. A moment later, Ivana felt her shoe loosen and slide off, and a moment after that, she heard a dull thud on the floor. "Wha..?" she began to ask, confused why the man would take off her shoe.

"I said shhhh! You have to be quiet."

A hand held her ankle as another hand tugged her sock down and pulled it off. She had no idea where it ended up, but she felt her bare foot on the cold seat for a moment. The hand pushed her first leg down while his other hand found her thigh and lifted her other leg. Fumbling, looseness, a thud, pushing, coolness, a shove. She sat on the man's lap, arms tied behind her back, both feet bare, wondering what in the world he was doing. "What in the w...?" she began.

"I'm not going to tell you again," the man interrupted, almost growling, very low and very close to her ear. "You're awfully close to getting a lot of people awfully mad at you. Just keep quiet, for your own sake!"

"I'm sorry," Ivana squeaked. She barely heard herself, so she wondered if the man had heard her, but she dared not repeat her apology any louder. It took all of the little girl's limited control to keep from squealing in surprise when the hands slipped under her dress, hooked the sides of her panties, and forced them down. The hands tugged with determination, yanking her panties out from underneath her and along her thighs. She bit her lip, nervously wondering what this game was. The hands slid her panties to her knees, held her legs together, and pushed. She felt the velvety cloth against her ankles, then a shoe pushed between and down, and the cloth was gone in the dark. She sat still and quiet, as he had told her she must.

Once again she felt a hand under her thigh, lifting her leg. The hand pulled her leg out to the side, toward the aisle, and slid under her calf. Another hand came across her belly, supported her knee, and held her leg steady as the first hand slid to her foot, then away. "What are you doing?" she timidly asked, but spoke so quietly, out of fear, that he didn't answer. Fingers tickled her foot, fumbling around in the dark. Suddenly she felt tension as a cord tightened on her ankle, pulling firmly on her leg. The cord bit into the soft skin, as the cords on her wrists had done earlier. "Uww... uwww... uwwwww..." she protested, in a whimper that would barely be audible even in a quiet room. The tension on the cord increased. Her leg stretched irresistably wider. "UUwwww..." she whined. She understood that he had tied her ankle, and she assumed it was all part of the game they were playing, but she didn't like it hurting. "Why...?" she began, but thought better of it. Only the man underneath her could have heard, but she was too intimidated to finish the question.

Ivana felt the man twist, leaning to the other side, put his arm around her waist and again lift her leg by the thigh, pushing it aside also, holding her by the knee. She heard fumbling against the wall, away from the aisle, followed by agitated muttering in her ear. Then the fumbling stopped and a hand brushed methodically against her toes, along her foot, and up to her ankle, then withdrew. Again, a sudden jerk made it clear to her that he had placed a cord around her ankle. And again, the cord bit into her tender flesh as the slack disappeared. She tried to pull her leg back, but tension on the cord, and a strong continuing pull, forced her to spread her legs even wider instead. She whimpered louder than before, but still only a timid little squeal against the drone of the bus, "UUHhhohhwwwwww..." The unrelenting force kept stretching her leg aside. "Uhhwww uhhwww owww..."

The game scared her. She wanted to stop, but she didn't know how. She sat splayed-legged on the man's lap, her ankles tied to the sides of the bus seat, her wrists tied crossed high behind her back, her panties huddling in a heap somewhere on the dark floor below her, with her shoes, and probably her socks. She was helpless, in the dark in more ways than one, and she was getting very very frightened. "UUunnnnnn uhhhhnnnn uhhnnnnn..." she whimpered, twisting her wrists in the cords. "UUHhhhh ohhww," she protested weakly, as it pinched her again. Still no more than a thin wail.

"What was that?" the man spoke in her ear, in an undisguised scold.

"Uh.. nuh.. nuh.. nothing," she stammered, trembling.

"Good. Keep it that way. You don't want to wake anyone up, believe me."

She kept it that way, but just barely, as the man suddenly lifted the front of her dress, pulling it taut over her head. But when he bunched up the material in his fists above her head and yanked upward, the rows of purely decorative buttons on the front of the dress scraped roughly against her face. Ivana whimpered loudly and quickly silenced herself, "AAWwoww!" Her dress came free of her head in a sudden brutal stroke, remaining attached only around her arms. She wanted to tell the man that she didn't like this game at all. Instead she squirmed in silence as the man slid her dress down along her crossed arms. She had worn a sleeveless sundress with no straps over the shoulders, something Elisa had suggested without explanation, so nothing held it back as the man finished tugging it off. She cringed, despite the darkness covering her; she knew she was completely naked on the man's lap.

The cords on her wrists and ankles pinched and cut her worse with each twist of her arms, each pull of her legs, so Ivana tried ever so hard to hold still, but her muscles rebelled from enforced stillness, stretched and aching, until she had to squirm to relieve them, driving her into the waiting pain of the pinching, cutting cords. "AAaawwwwww! Aaaawww!" she whined, louder than she knew he would allow. She was on the verge of tears, and wondered how much more she could take of the terrible game. "I want to stop," she pleaded. "Eeehh, eeihhh, eiihh," she strained to silence the high-pitched steady whimpers escaping from her, afraid he would chastise her again, but even more afraid that one of the sleeping passengers would wake and get angry at her and bring some as-yet-unknown wrath down upon her.

"That's it! I'm going to wake them all up and tell them it's you, so they don't get mad at me," the man threatened, growling in her ear.

"Oh, noooooo, donnnn't," Ivana pleaded, turning to where she thought his head might be, so she could be quiet. "It... it.. uhhh, uhhhh, it just hurrrrts. I wanna staaaahhhp," she implored, halfway between whispering and unrestrained crying.

"I'm not through playing with you," he told her firmly, unmoved, "but I can do something to keep you from waking the other people, if you want me to."

"What?"

"Just answer me, do you want me to, or not? If you squeal one more time like that last time, you'll never see so much trouble for the rest of your life. Do you want me to make sure you don't wake the other passengers, or not?"

"Uhhhnnn," Ivana whimpered again. Her calves and her arms were starting to ache again, but she knew how much it would hurt her to move them: she could feel the cords pressing tightly on flesh that was already unbearably sore. She knew the next time she would squeal even louder, and she couldn't risk it. Maybe he meant he would untie her, she hoped. "Y-y-yesss...." she pleaded.

"Yes, keep you quiet?" he asked.

"Yeh... yeh... yessss, make me quiet, please," the panting five-year-old begged, at the limits of her endurance. She hoped he was quick about it. She couldn't bear being tied up another minute.

She felt something slide over the top of her head and down past her nose. A broad band of leather pulled against her mouth, covering it. She had to breathe through her nose. "Nnnnn! Nnnnn!" she objected. Hands fumbled at the back of her head. The leather strap tightened. Then it kept getting tighter, bit by bit, little by little. It smashed her lips against her teeth. She had to open her mouth to relieve the pressure. It kept getting tighter, and tighter. She could feel him twisting something behind her head, but she didn't understand that he was gradually winding up the cords that bound the strap to her, onto a spool. She had to open her mouth wider. The strap curved, and pulled inside. It tightened. And it tightened.

Ivana began whining again. Her jaw gaped wide as the man slowly forced the thick leather band into her mouth. "UUUMMmmmmm! UUUuhhhmmm! UUHHMmmmm!" she whimpered, by far louder than she had ever been. She cried aloud, no longer thinking of any other trouble. Her limbs were in torment, her wrists and ankles screaming, and now the hard edge of the leather strap forcibly muted her desperate protests. "Aaaauuuuhhmm!!" She sobbed like a suffering helpless terrified naked five-year-old girl with a leather strap across her mouth, choking and hurting her. By definition.

At least the man didn't scold her. Ivana felt something unexpectedly warm touch her belly, soft, almost hot. She realised it couldn't be his hand, not only because it was too warm, but because he had both of his hands on her sides. Then he lifted her, and the soft warm object slowly slid down until it barely touched her at all. He held her suspended in air over his lap. "AAAaaaawwwwww! UUuuhhawwww!" she sobbed, the pain in her ankles unbearable as the cords strained. Ivana was sure there was no worse pain in the universe. A moment later, she found out just how wrong she was.

He lowered her forcefully back down, and what she thought of as the 'soft' thing turned out to be very hard on the inside, jamming deep into her plump little pussy, brutally raping her for the first time. He lifted her and dropped her fast, over and over and over, as she bawled out her torment.

Her frantic screams and wails didn't wake any of the other passengers. They were already all awake, each straining his ears to hear Ivana's desperate squeals of terror and pain, each anxiously awaiting his turn to hear them up close.