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BR&T date: Friday, 11 August 1995

"Who's making all the noise? Who woke me up? I'll teach her to be quiet!" The angry whispering voice out of the dark sounded stilted and wooden, like a bad actor giving lines he'd learned less than an hour before. By definition.

"It's..." the man started to reply. "You idiot!" He grunted. He picked up the sobbing little girl slowly, thoroughly enjoying her squirming, and fairly dropped her back down onto his cock. He grinned at Ivana's prolonged anguished whimper, all she could manage with the leather strap he'd tied in her mouth. "It's her," he began again, emphasizing the cue.

"I'll teach her to be quiet!" the voice repeated.

The man dropped his act. "You screwed up the lines on the very first shot. Way to go, dumbshit. And I'm not done with her yet." He picked her up again.

"Uuuhh... uhhhhh... UUUHHhhh!!!" Ivana whimpered in terrified anticipation, as much as from the pain in her ankles when the thin cords tightened around them again. She knew he was going to do it again. She knew she couldn't stop him. She knew that other man was mad at her for waking him, and she didn't know what he was going to do to her because of it, but in the state she was in, she didn't care very much, as long as he didn't play with her like the first man did.

"Too bad. It's my turn. You know how long the ride is. We each get six minutes with her. Your time is up."

The man held her, turning his head to hiss angrily at being interrupted. "But I spent half that time just getting her ready."

"Price you pay for getting to go first," the voice countered, smugly. "You knew that."

"But she knocked the cord off the seat when she got in. Took me awhile to find it," he argued.

"Still doesn't come out of my time. Get your souveniers and go."

"Crap." The man let out an exasperated sigh of frustration, lifted the girl higher, and slid carefully out from under her, sliding his hands down to her soft ass cheeks as he went. He resisted the urge to stay, and dropped her when his head was clear. He felt around on the floor until he found what he wanted, then crawled out into the aisle of the darkened bus.

"How is she?" the whisper asked.

"I think she'll recover... in time for next week!" the man whispered back, grinning.

"No, I meant, 'How is she'?"

"Oh. Sitting pretty." The man chuckled. "Legs tied out wide by her ankles, arms tied behind her, and as you can hear, since you can't hear much despite all that, gagged up pretty tight. And naked goes without saying. I just like saying it. Sweet little Ivana is naked!" Neither of the men could see her, in the pitch darkness at the back of the bus as it rumbled down the highway in the night. "I'm sure you'll find her without any trouble."

"No, I meant, 'How is she'?" he chuckled.

"If I'd had a couple more minutes, I coulda given a complete report. You'll have to find out for yourself. And this little conversation is coming out of your time, by the way, so good luck on that!" He laughed when the chuckling turned to curses. He clutched his souveniers and got out of the way, out of self-preservation, not courtesy.

Ivana hadn't caught much of the discussion about her. There was the steady drone of the bus engine, and the steady rumble of the tires, and the fact that both men were trying to keep her from hearing. But mostly, she just wasn't listening. When the man got out from under her and she felt her bare ass hit the bus seat, she pulled her aching legs in a little, as far as she could before she felt the cords still tied around her ankles. She leaned her head back against the seat and sobbed miserably, waiting for him to untie her. She hoped he would be quick about it. She still couldn't bear to stay tied up for yet another minute. Her arms ached to be lowered, but the cords cutting into her wrists held them crossed together, bent high on her back. Her ankles were finally relieved of the pull, but she had to keep her aching thighs spread wide apart or she would gain nothing from her release.

But worse than everything, worse than all of the pain from all of her bondage, she had just been brutally raped .

Raped, for the first time in her life. And with scarcely any warning, only the cruelty of being tied so tightly first.

She squirmed, accidentally pulling an ankle tight. "AAaawwww! Awww! AWww! Awwwaaaww!" she bawled. She spread her leg again, straining her already sore thigh. "Ohhhwww... OOHhhww... owww uhhowwww..." she moaned. She quieted, desperately hoping to hear the man coming back to untie her. She heard louder whispers in the aisle beside her. And then a hand touched her foot, moved quickly along her leg, to her pussy. Where it stopped. She felt another hand on her other thigh. She squirmed as it ran out lightly along her leg and back. Then both hands slid up her belly, felt her chest, and moved to her face, feeling the contours of the leather gag in her mouth.

"Sitting pretty is right!" came an amused whisper from a man standing in front of her.

Ivana could tell it wasn't the same man. "Eeee, eee uhhhnn Iiiieee! Ohhh eeee!!" she begged.

"How sweeeet! Begging me to fuck you, are you? Well, you're too low for it, but I can fix that." The man pushed his hands under her shoulders and lifted her.

That was not what Ivana was begging for. In fact it was the last thing she would have wanted. As she came off the seat, her hands slid along the seat back, pulling her arms down, against the cords on her wrists. She would have howled, had she been able. A moment later, the cords on her ankles tightened, all slack gone, yanking against the narrow red ringlets that were already in torment. Ivana's legs were forced wider still. Only the fact that her feet supported her at last, as she came up high enough, kept her from howling despite the gag.

"Now you're standing pretty!" the man joked, but he wasn't satisfied. He gripped her upper arms, and lifted again. Her hands came off the top of the seat. He pushed, hard, and dropped her so her arms hooked over the seat back. She howled, never mind that she couldn't. "And now you're high enough," he whispered in her ear.

Ivana hung from her arms, in worse agony than ever, wondering what this man wanted to do to her, that she had to be high enough for. She was already ever so sorry for waking him. "AAaaahh aahhheee! Aaahh ahhheee!" she tried to scream, but he didn't seem to listen. He seemed to be busy for several seconds. When she felt him press against her, Ivana recognised the touch of something soft yet unaccountably warm, then she knew what he wanted to do. "OOOHHhhnnnn!! OOHHHnnnnn!! OHHhh nnnnn!! NNnnn!! OOhhhhaaaaawwww...." She was so sorry for waking him up, and so afraid she would wake someone else, but she still couldn't stop herself from bawling as she got raped again, for a lot longer than the first time.

"Who's making all the noise? Who woke me up?"

"It's her. Good timing, too."

"I'll teach her to be quiet!"

"Remember ya only get six minutes this time, and no seconds. Lotta people on the bus tonight, on accounta the new one here."

"Gotcha." The third man was already in the seat with her, anxious not to waste a single second, especially since there wouldn't be any seconds, unless he counted the fact that there were two of them.

Hands touched her, exploring her position, and not nicely. "AAaaahhh aahhheee... aaahh ahhheee... ohhhh aahh aahhhheeeee!" Ivana tried again, wailing desperately, but her apology made no difference to him, nor to anyone she 'woke up' after him.