The bus finally arrived. I had been worried the last one might have already passed, but now a sense of relief washed over me. It was my friend Chloe's birthday tonight, and we had been celebrating at a KTV until eleven-thirty. When we stepped outside, my motorcycle refused to start no matter how hard I tried, so we had no choice but to take the bus. Once on board, I walked straight to the very last row and sat by the window on the right. I glanced around the cabin; since it was the last bus of the night, there were very few passengers—just five people, four men and one woman. Aside from me, there was another girl with long hair sitting a few seats ahead to my left, clutching some textbooks. From the side, she looked quite beautiful, perhaps just as stunning as myself; I would later learn she was a first-year master's student at a local university. The air conditioning was biting, sending chills running up my bare thighs, making me regret not changing out of my cheerleader uniform. I am eighteen years old, a senior at the Commerce Vocational College, and the captain of the school cheerleading squad. After class today, the squad stayed late to practice until eight, and since Chloe’s birthday party started at six-thirty, I had rushed there straight from practice without even changing. Cheerleading shorts are notoriously short, leaving almost the entire thigh exposed, which offered no protection against the cold. Oh well, it was only a forty-minute ride.

Because of the drinks we'd had, my head felt heavy and drowsy, so I decided to take a nap. Since I was heading to the end of the line, there was no risk of missing my stop. Not long after my eyes drifted shut, a vague sensation told me someone had sat down beside me. Opening my eyes, I saw a burly, middle-aged man; he must have just boarded. Instant alertness surged through me. With so many empty seats, why choose to sit right next to me? He clearly had ulterior motives. Sure enough, within a minute, his palm landed heavily on my thigh. I immediately swatted him away, intending to stand up and move, but to my horror, he nonchalantly pulled a utility knife from his pocket, waved it briefly in front of me, and tucked it away again. That simple gesture left me paralyzed, my mind going blank with fear. Seeing that he had intimidated me, he placed his right hand back on my thigh and began to caress me without restraint. Daring to resist might provoke violence, so I could only resign myself to my bad luck, thinking that since we were on a public bus, he wouldn't dare be too extreme. How wrong I was.

I stared out the window, trying my best to ignore him, but the sensation of his touch kept firing my nerves. His palm was rough, a feeling entirely different from my previous boyfriends. It was, truth be told, quite pleasurable, but the predatory nature of his actions filled me with intense loathing; it was a dizzying, complex cocktail of emotions. As he continued, his hand wandered toward my crotch. I tried to squeeze my thighs tightly together to make it harder for him, but the shameless rogue suddenly forced my left leg open, draping it over his right thigh, while his right hand continued to fondle my private parts through my shorts. The memory of that utility knife kept me frozen. Five minutes later, to my shame, I felt a trickle of arousal weeping from between my legs. Despite the extreme mental disgust, my body—which hadn't been touched in over two months—responded instinctively.

My mind was a battlefield of contradictions; a part of me almost hoped he wouldn't stop. *I'm being coerced, it's not because I like it,* I told myself, desperately seeking a justification to lessen the mounting shame. Seeing no resistance, he grew bolder. He reached down to undo my button and slid my zipper down, sliding his hand directly inside my panties to grope my wetness. When he discovered how slick I had become, his excitement surged. His rough fingers rubbed back and forth against my labia, occasionally flicking my clitoris. The sensation was exponentially more intense than the contact through the fabric; a jolt of electricity shot straight to my brain, leaving my limbs weak. I could only lean back against the seat, eyes closed, breathing in shallow gasps.

A moment later, his right hand reached around my back to cup my right breast, while his left hand continued to ravage my crotch, pulling me into his embrace to debase me. He was clearly a veteran; his touch was perfectly calibrated to keep the juices flowing. Honestly, physiologically, I was enjoying it. As the internal shame was buffered by the excuses I made for myself, the humiliation began to ebb. Before I knew it, my bra had been unhooked, and his right hand was sliding under my T-shirt to knead my breasts and pinch my hardening nipples. My breasts weren't small—a 32C—but his large hand covered nearly all of them, the rough friction sending waves of itchy pleasure through me.

I must have made a sound, because through my half-lidded eyes, I saw the long-haired girl looking back. Her beautiful face was filled with astonishment, sensing that something was wrong.

The man didn't care; if anything, he became more aggressive. His right hand lifted my hip while his left hand went for my shorts. Panic finally set in. This was far beyond mere lewdness. I gripped the waistband of my shorts, trying to hold them in place, but his lust had become overwhelming. He yanked harder, and in the struggle, a glimpse of his ferocious eyes caused my strength to fail. To my horror, he pulled my panties down along with the shorts, leaving them dangling uselessly around my right ankle.

Just then, a young man in a suit, looking like a businessman, noticed the commotion and walked over. The middle-aged man didn't seem panicked at all, which terrified me; his left hand was in his pocket, likely clutching that knife. The businessman approached us and whispered a few words to the older man, who simply smiled and stood up. I felt a surge of hope that someone had come to save me, but then the businessman sat down right next to us, pulling me into his arms. He whispered, "Don't scream, or everyone on the bus will see you like this." My heart sank. He wasn't a savior; he was just another predator coming to join the feast. Before I could react, he pushed me back against the seat and captured my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue aggressively swirling against mine. His hands were just as busy; he shoved my T-shirt and bra upward to expose my pale breasts to the air, then began kneading one while his other hand pried my legs apart, his middle finger relentlessly attacking my clitoris.

As I was being pushed down, I saw the middle-aged man move to sit beside the long-haired girl. Another victim. But I no longer had the strength to care for her. Under the businessman's stimulation, waves of pleasure crashed over me, and my juices soaked my buttocks and inner thighs. He wasn't finished; he slid his middle finger deep into my vagina, pumping it rapidly. If his mouth hadn't been sealing mine, I would have screamed, but all that escaped were weak, lewd moans: "Mmph... mmph..." Under his dual assault, I unexpectedly reached my first orgasm.

The climax left me feeling completely drained, but he wouldn't let me rest. He quickly stripped off his trousers, sat on the edge of the seat, and pressed me down so that I was kneeling between his legs. He forced my head down, shoving his erect penis into my small mouth. Suddenly, I realized the long-haired girl had been moved to the far left of the last row. The middle-aged man must have used the knife to force her into submission. Even more shocking was the sight of another young man; the two of them had the girl sandwiched between them, ravaging her body. My God! Were men nothing but beasts? They weren't stopping the crime; they were joining it! Where was the driver? He must have noticed by now! There was no time to think, for the businessman tapped my head and growled, "Focus! Can't you even blow a horn?" In that moment, all resistance left me. I surrendered, trying to suck his cock and lick his scrotum, using my left hand to stroke him, hoping to just get it over with.

By then, the long-haired beauty's shirt had been completely unbuttoned, her pink bra opened from the front, and her jeans pulled down to her right leg, leaving only a tiny piece of lace underwear clinging to her. She was clearly terrified, sobbing and pleading, "Please... let me go... please... don't do this..." She was so naive; such pleas only served to excite the beasts. Sure enough, the young man immediately pulled her panties aside and began to lick her, his tongue sliding in and out of her soaking wet entrance. The middle-aged man was busy kissing her breasts; like me, hers were a beautiful pink, and they were even larger than mine. He held her left hand, forcing her to grip his massive cock. It was enormous—at least eight inches long and incredibly thick; her small hand couldn't even wrap around it.

Her figure was even more stunning than mine. I had always been proud of my 164cm frame and my 32-23-34 curves, but she was roughly 168cm with a 34-24-35 physique. Having two beauties played with simultaneously was a windfall for these wolves. Under the assault of two men, she lost all strength to resist. Though she fought, she couldn't stop the moans from escaping her lips: "Oh... ahh... mmm... oh... ah..." Infected by her erotic cries, I became wet again. The businessman lost his patience too, grabbing my head and thrusting deep into my mouth. Though his cock was smaller than the older man's, he left my mouth aching and numb before finally ejaculating inside me. He didn't even pull out; he forced me to swallow every drop. I had never let a man finish in my mouth before, let alone forced me to swallow, and to have my first experience be with a stranger was overwhelming.

Looking back, two high school boys, around fifteen years old, stood behind us. They looked hesitant, but their eyes were burning with animal lust. The middle-aged man prompted them, "What are you waiting for? You might not touch beauties like this for the rest of your lives—and there are two of them!" Encouraged, the boys pulled me toward them. By this point, I was in total despair, simply accepting my fate. They stripped off my jacket and pulled my T-shirt over my head. When my arms were raised, they grabbed my wrists, pinning them so I couldn't lower them. They brought their cocks to my lips, and through tears, I obediently took one into my mouth, moving my head back and forth, before switching to the other. With my hands restrained, the task was exhausting. The position seemed to drive them wild; they enjoyed my oral service while kneading my breasts until they were both fully erect. To my surprise, the shorter boy possessed a massive rod that rivaled the middle-aged man's; it was a struggle to take him all in. Meanwhile, the long-haired girl was brought beside me, completely naked except for her sneakers. The men adjusted their positions so they could sit on the floor, forcing us two girls to crawl between their legs like dogs. I performed oral service on the middle-aged man, while the girl serviced the short boy. The taller high schooler used both his hands and mouth to ravage my buttocks, licking and fingering my vagina and anus. How could high school boys be so skilled? The pleasure was relentless, turning my mind into a chaotic haze where shame no longer existed. I could only let out loud, wanton cries as my juices flooded the floor.

The long-haired girl was in a similar state, driven mad by the licking. She stopped resisting and began to moan uncontrollably, occasionally spitting out the large glans to scream, "Ah... oh... so... so good... ahh... can't take it...!" The middle-aged man thrust deep into my mouth and grinned, "Eat up, girl. This big cock is going to make you die of pleasure. You two little sluts sure know how to scream. If we don't fuck you properly today, it'll be a waste." Just as the boys behind us were about to enter, the middle-aged man signaled them to wait. He lifted our faces and asked, "Do you want it?" We both nodded in unison.

"Want what? Say it!" he demanded.

We couldn't find the words, but the two behind us kept rubbing their glans against our vaginal openings, making us feel weak and sensitive.

"Say it! Now!" they urged.

"I want... to have... sex..." I finally burst out.

"How? Say it! If you don't say it, we won't do it!"

At this point, pride was a lost cause. "Insert... into the little hole..." the long-haired girl answered first.

"With what?" they pressed.

"Speak!"

"With... with your precious treasure!" she finally cried.

"What treasure? We don't understand!" The rubbing continued relentlessly.

"Cock! Use your big cocks!" I finally shouted, completely throwing caution to the wind. The girl followed suit, forced to repeat, "Use... use the big cock to fuck the little... little slutty hole!"

Satisfied, the wolves grabbed our pale buttocks and, with a series of wet thuds, plunged deep inside us from behind. "Ahhh!" we both screamed. After being teased for so long, the actual penetration felt explosive. The two men began to thrust with a competitive ferocity. The friction of their engorged cocks against our vaginal walls sent waves of intense pleasure crashing over us; the previous fingering and licking had been nothing compared to this. I moaned loudly, lost in a delirium of ecstasy. The girl beside me was even more intense, her words becoming incoherent as she was pounded: "Ah... ah... so good... dying... so much... don't stop... ah... ah...!" It was incredible how such a refined-looking girl could be so lewd. The sound of our buttocks slapping against them echoed through the bus, our breasts swaying violently with every thrust. Combined with the wet sounds of the pounding and our continuous cries, the stimulation was overwhelming. Before long, I hit my second orgasm. Judging by the pitch of the girl's screams, she had climaxed as well—more than once. The young man fucking her finished as well, spraying his semen across her sweaty back. The high schooler behind me, though not as large, was incredibly persistent and continued to ravage me.

The middle-aged man grew impatient. He pulled me up to a standing position and commanded me to stick out my tongue so he could suck it, while his right hand kneaded my breast. My right hand clung to his waist while my left hand stroked his massive shaft. With my long legs spread wide, the high schooler continued to pump into me from behind. When he finally finished, spraying his seed onto my buttocks, the middle-aged man used his fingers to scoop the semen up, rubbing it onto my tongue and forcing me to swallow it all. Once finished, he lifted my right leg high and, holding me close, thrust his massive cock into me from below. "Oh my God! It hurts!" My opening felt like it was about to tear, and even then, he was only halfway in. Fortunately, he was somewhat gentle, moving in and out slowly. As my body adjusted, the juices began to flow again, dripping down my thighs to the floor.

I clung to him, babbling incoherently, "So... amazing... so good... ah... don't stop... ah... dying... ah... ah...!" Seeing my excitement, he lifted my left leg as well, leaving me dangling against him. He gripped my soft buttocks and, with one powerful thrust, buried himself completely inside. It was heaven! I had never experienced anything of this magnitude; the sheer girth of his cock filled me so completely there wasn't a single gap of air left. Though there was a hint of pain, it was dwarfed by the overwhelming pleasure. He began to hammer into me, hitting my cervix with every heavy thrust, driving me through a succession of orgasms until all that was left was mindless moaning. Beside us, the long-haired girl was in a similar state. Sitting on a chair, the short boy had her legs spread wide, driving his large cock into her with brutal force. Each thrust pushed her labia deep into the vagina, and as he pulled out, they were pulled outward again. Her entrance was a mess of white, viscous fluids. The boy was clearly enamored with her tight heat, murmuring between kisses, "Oh... so tight... so good... sister, you're so good at squeezing..."

Under the relentless assault of the massive cocks, we were completely broken. All our inhibitions were gone, and we screamed out every lewd thought to release the tension. "Ah... ah... dying... ascending to heaven... so good... ah... so much... brother... your cock is amazing... ah... love it... love the big cock... coming... can't take it... sister loves it... ahhh... want to do this... forever... ah... can't... fuck me to death... ah... deep... it's all the way in... dying...!" We were screaming like we were in a competition, completely forgetting that we were being raped.

After a while, the middle-aged man laid me down on a sleeping bag spread on the floor, switching to a missionary position. The long-haired girl was brought over to lie beside me, her round, white buttocks arched high. The short boy knelt behind her, continuing to fuck her from behind, making her large breasts bounce wildly. In front of her, the businessman had regained his energy and was thrusting into her mouth. She looked as though she was enjoying it immensely, but since her mouth was occupied, she could only moan through her nose. Suddenly, a cock was shoved into my mouth as well. Looking up, I saw it was the forty or fifty-year-old driver. I wasn't surprised; it was just another sign of how far morality had fallen. A driver's duty was to protect the passengers, yet he had joined the fray.

Looking out the window, the bus was parked in an abandoned lot by the highway. The hope of rescue seemed slim; it seemed our only way out was to satisfy all six of these beasts. Suddenly, the pace accelerated. The middle-aged man and the short boy were both nearing their limits, making a final, violent sprint, each thrust hitting the very end. "Ah... ahhh... ah... dying... ah... help... help... ah... oh god... ah... ah...!" We were both gasping for air, begging for mercy. Almost simultaneously, they both ejaculated—one on my chest and the other on her back. They then used their hands to smear the mixture of semen and sweat over our breasts, abdomens, backs, and buttocks, finally shoving their fingers into our mouths to make us lick them clean.

By this time, we had both climaxed four or five times and were utterly exhausted, unable to even stand. But they weren't done. The driver brought us some mineral water, and after a twenty-minute rest, we had regained just enough strength for them to stand before us. They demanded we kneel and perform oral service. After sucking on six hard cocks, we were drenched in sweat. We took turns with our mouths while our hands worked the other four men, a frantic task that left us glistening. At one point, they even shoved two cocks into our mouths at once. After about fifteen minutes, the businessman and the short boy crawled under us, forcing us to sit on their faces so our vaginas were positioned directly over their mouths. As they caressed our buttocks and licked us, our dry passages became wet again. They made loud sucking sounds as they lapped up our juices, their tongues probing our vaginas and fingers digging into our anuses, forcing new moans from our throats. Seeing our arousal, the businessman began fucking the girl from behind, the driver took me from behind, and four cocks took turns in our mouths. After they finished, the middle-aged man took the girl in a "doggy style" position, lifting her legs and walking from the front of the bus to the back and back again while fucking her. By the time he was done, she was collapsed on the floor, moaning weakly.

As for me, the businessman bent my legs back toward my head. He knelt behind me, fucking my vagina while simultaneously fingering my anus, driving me into a frenzy of pleasure. Soon, the two high schoolers joined in, shoving their cocks into our mouths. From that point on, they took turns in shifts; there were always at least two men ravaging us at any given time. The bus was filled with the sounds of our lustful cries. We climaxed over and over again, only allowed brief rests when we looked truly near collapse. But as soon as we caught our breath, they would tease our senses with touches and licks before launching into another round of violent thrusting. All night long, we screamed, "Big cock!" "Oh, brother!" "So good!" We went through every position imaginable. At one point, they even took me outside the bus. Facing the flow of traffic on the highway, I was fucked by the short boy until I climaxed, his semen spraying across my face and hair. The long-haired girl had to deal with up to four men at once, and even her anus was claimed by the businessman. We were covered in semen—on our faces, our bodies, and in our mouths. We were raped until the first light of dawn, eventually losing consciousness from pure exhaustion. When we finally woke, our clothes had been put back on, but we were a mess—dirty, disheveled, and our nether regions were red and swollen. We were left in the abandoned lot.

We helped each other up and made our way home. We wanted to call the police, but we realized they would likely only catch the driver. Besides, to testify in court, we would have to recount every vivid, lewd detail of the night, exposing our most shameful, carnal sides to the world. The more we thought about it, the more we hesitated, and in the end, we simply let it go.