[NSFW] Jax's Long Ride

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    A long bus journey takes a strange turn for Jax. Bondage, toys.
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    Jax didn't know the names of her fellow passengers on the bus; she just thought of them as the Couple, the Probable Student, the Musician (with his guitar), and the Old Guy (not very fair, he wasn't that old). The journey to the next town was beginning to seem interminable, and the six of them had long-since used up all the songs everyone knew; for now they had resorted to quizzes and games, but that was running dry as well. It was the Old Guy who first voiced the question of what they should play next.

    "How about 'Who can make the cute girl come?'" the Musician suggested.
    Both Jax and the Probable Student student looked up with refusals on their lips, but it was Jax whom the Musician was looking at.
    "That's not a bad idea," the Old Guy responded.
    "We could try some things out before risking them on each other," one of the Couple put in.
    "Sure," the Probable Student said; her annoyance had visibly shifted from the Musician to Jax, which struck Jax as rather unfair.
    "Er, no," Jax said.
    "You obviously think I meant you," the Musician smirked, "so you obviously want us to think you're cute. Show of hands everone, do we show her that we think she's cute?"

    Jax heart sank as every hand went up. The Old Guy stood up first, followed by one of the Couple. They both lurched to her seat and pulled her into the aisle, easily overpowering her attempts to stay put. As they held her in place, the Musician undid the button of her jeans.
    "Stop," she said, doing her best to sound firm.
    "You've been outvoted, cutie," he answered. "So these are coming off. Don't fight too much, or they could get damaged."
    "Help me!" Jax shouted in the direction of the bus driver, but he ignored her and just kept driving as if nothing untoward was happening.

    The Musician and the Probable Student took hold of Jax's legs and slid her jeans slowly down. She tried to kick, but the garment quickly turned into bondage as its waistband obstructed her movement. Once it reached her shins, the Musician wrapped his arms around her knees keeping her legs together, while the Probable Student undid and removed her shoes and then took the jeans the rest of the way off. They then gripped her legs between them as the Old Guy and Couple-member shifted their own hold, and putting Jax's arms above her head and removing her top.

    Once she was in just her underwear, they all set her back on her feet. "This is your chance to say no," the Musician told her. Put your clothes back on or take the rest of them off. If you take them off, we'll have you and use you, and you won't have any more choices."
    Jax instinctively reached for her jeans, but then hesitated. They had all made a pretty good impromptu team so far; maybe it was worth finding out what else they had up their sleeves. She closed her eyes and decided to take the risk, sliding her panties off, then unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor next to her.

    As soon as she was naked hands grabbed her, lifting her arms up and tying her wrists to one of the overhead handholds; other hands spread her legs and bound her knees to seat arms on opposite sides of the aisle. It left most of her weight on her arms, but the Old Guy had tied them well enough that they didn't hurt too much. A cloth was stuffed into her mouth and tied in place, gagging her.

    "So, who's first?" the Probable Student asked the rest.
    "You thought I meant you, when I first suggested this, right," the Musician said, not really asking.
    She shot him a sour look.
    "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you can go first. Everyone all right with that?"
    The rest of them murmured their assent, and the Probable Student leaned in, pressing her body against Jax's naked one.

    Her irritation at Jax seemingly forgotten, she kissed the bound girl at the base of her throat, lips brushing a delicate line across her skin. She followed by trailing her kisses down onto Jax's breast, lower and lower until she reached the nipple; that, she nipped ever so slightly. The Probable Student repeated the line of kisses with the other breast, nipping the other nipple slightly harder, making Jax shiver and draw in a sudden breath. She crouched down slightly, continuing the line of kisses down Jax's belly; as she reached the belly button, she licked into it, tongue darting quickly like a snake's.

    Next she dropped to her knees, turning her attention to the captive's thighs. Beginning close to Jax's mound, she ran her line of kisses outward along the inner thigh, then back in, before repeating it with the other. By the time she was done, Jax's breath was getting ragged, and when the mouth then closed over her bud, she couldn't help writhing in her bonds. The Probable Student kissed and sucked and licked at Jax's clit, building her helplessly. Then she dipped down and licked at Jax's opening.

    Back and forth she went, kissing Jax's bud and tonguing her pussy, reaching up to knead the bound girl's breasts and pinch her nipples. Finally, it got too much and Jax's first orgasm flooded through her. The Probable Student stood back up and cupped Jax's cheeks.
    "I think I liked it better that way round," she said, kissing Jax one last time on the nose before stepping back.

    Next it was the Old Guy's turn. Not that old, Jax told herself, with all the more reason to keep it in mind. He planted his over Jax's breasts, cupping and squeezing. One he gripped with a rougher touch than the Probable Student's had been, but the other was more gentle; as he alternated which was which, the discordant sensation penetrated Jax's post-orgasmic fog, and began to stimulate her all over again.

    It didn't take long before he freed his cock and plunged into her, the depth to which he filled her the one thing the Probable Student's tongue hadn't been able to give her. Jax felt herself close round him eagerly, and placing his hands on her hips, he began to slide in and out. He thrust hard and deep, contrasting with the softness of her previous treatment; the pressue on her bound knees was starting to get painful, but that only served to build her further. Before long, her gag was stifling the sounds of her second orgasm. To her surprise the Old Guy didn't keep going, but pulled out of her, apparently content to finish himself off with his hand.

    The Couple had elected to take her together. The She was opening a bag she'd taken from the luggage rack, while the He - stuck behind Jax because of the way she was bound - was reaching round her, playing with her breast with one hand and crotch with the other. His touch was back to the delicate, not so much building Jax back up as keeping her primed; but even so she shivered each time his fingers simultaneously tweaked her nipple and bud.

    The She had extracted something from the bag and sashayed down the aisle toward Jax, the object in one hand the bag in the other; the effect was ruined a little when the bus went over a pothole, making her stumble slightly. Jax let out a laugh, stifled by the gag but still recognisable; she'd probably be punished for that, but found herself looking forward to seeing how.
    However, the She's face was solicitous as she said, "I think we can do better than that ugly thing, yes?" She dropped the bag, and held up the object she'd removed; it was a foam ball gag. She removed the cloth gag from Jax's mouth, and inserted the ball in its place, passing the straps behind her head, where the He took them and buckled them in place; Jax hadn't said a word during her moment of freedom, and now she was silenced again.

    The She rummaged in the bag again, while the He resumed his stimulation of Jax's body; his hands were roaming more widely now: jaw, throat, breast, belly, sides, back, bottom, thights, mound... and his touch was growing firmer, but only sometimes, unpredictably, setting her off balance. The She had produced something resembling a bunch of feathers tied together; as the He's attentions grew more forceful, she began to tickle it lightly over whichever parts of Jax's body he wasn't touching.

    Jax was shaking as her body tried to deal with the clashing sensations. The tickling made the He's caresses feel harder by contrast, almost painful; while the constant presence of the He's hands made the feather feel ephemeral, every brush of them a shock that made the captive girl flinch. And the tension between the two was inexorably starting to build her again. There were sounds in her mouth, trapped by the gag; but even Jax couldn't tell if they were laughs, moans, or pleas, or all three.

    The She crouched down, tormenting Jax's mound with the feathers, while the He concentrated on her breasts; with her free hand, the She was in the bag again, this time extracting a thick rubber dildo. Brushing the feathers up Jax's belly, she touched the tip of the dildo to her bud, making the bound girl start. Very slowly and gently, she slid the dildo into Jax's opening, all the while tickling around her belly button with the feathers; at the same time, the He abruptly pinched her nipples, making her squeal into the gag in shock. Just as she did, the She abandoned softness, driving the dildo in hard the the rest of the way.

    The Couple began to work Jax's body in earnest... the dildo pumping in and out with an almost painful force, feathers tickling, the He's hands keeping every part of the captive girl on edge. They almost had a rhythm, but not quite: enough to build her, but not enough for her to get her balance among the whirling sensations; she realised there were weights handing from her nipples, little clamps biting into her, when had they attached those? how, surely they only had two hands each? In the end, she was overwhelmed, and her third orgasm left her shaking in her bonds.

    Finally, it was the Musician's turn. He'd stripped himself while the Couple had been taking theirs, the first of Jax's captors to do so; it made his erection obvious, but his first action was to put his arms round her, and kiss her on the cheek, and stroke her hair. The soft intimacy of it, after the chaos the Couple had stirred in her, left her on the verge of tears. But kept them in; crying might make him stop, and she'd passed on her chance for that.

    The Musician continued to hold her, one hand on her hair, the other caressing her back; it almost felt like he was cradling her, despite the position her bonds held her in. After a few more minutes, he finally entered her, as gently as he done everything else. Their bodies moulded together as he pumped in and out of her; his rhythm was steady, and drew the adrenaline out of her with every thrust, leaving her exhausted. And in her exhaustion, when she finally came for the fourth time, she wasn't the captive girl any more, but a girl safe in a lover's arms.

    When it was over, the Musician and the He untied her. She stretched and flexed to get the feeling back into her limbs, then dressed herself and returned to her seat. She fell asleep almost immediately, only waking up when the bus arrived at its destination. One by one, Jax and the other passengers all disembarked, smiling or nodding their goodbyes, eschewing words.
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