Not for the first time that night, Alice woke up. Despite her best efforts at using her backpack as a pillow and her school blazer as a cover, she could not sleep comfortably on the bench; the constant jostling of the bus, the steady humming of its engine, and the indistinct chatter from the few passengers that remained all conspired to keep the 14-year-old runaway awake.
Then there were the circumstances of her running away. At 4'8 and 91 pounds--20 of which was in her breasts--Alice was the shortest and smallest girl in her family. Her mother, her sisters, her aunts and grandma, her mother's girlfriend, even--all of them tipped the scales at more than triple her weight (and the shortest of them, Alice's 16-year-old sister Ruth, stood more than two feet taller than her). As such, Alice got bullied a lot at home, and often found herself being "accidentally" sat on. She knew better--she'd caught her own mother checking once to make sure she sat right on Alice's head. And she wasn't going to take it any more. And so Alice had grabbed everything she could carry--an old backpack from the camping trip last summer, a few changes of clothes, some food that wouldn't go bad, a couple bottles of water, and thirty-five dollars--and set out that morning, still in her school uniform, to ride the bus as far as it could go and never look back. She was still wondering if that had been the right thing to do, especially once she saw the woman who was watching her now.
The woman was young, a lot younger than she dressed at least. She looked every bit the classic "sexy librarian" stereotype from the porn flicks Alice's mom made her watch, only ballooned up to 400 pounds. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her green eyes stared right at Alice over the woman's horn-rimmed glasses. She was smiling.
Alice turned away from the woman, pulled her jacket over her head, and willed herself to get some more sleep; the bus had been traveling for three hours already, and wasn't about to stop anytime soon. Alice closed her eyes.
When Alice opened her eyes, she knew something was wrong. Her mouth was duct-taped shut! Her arms were stretched out behind her and tied--no, taped--together, and to the bench. Someone's face was between her legs! Alice craned her neck up, only to see the fat librarian greedily licking her hairless pussy. The woman ran her fat hands all up and down Alice's legs as she raped her with her tongue. Alice could see no other people on the bus (but even then, surely the bus driver would be doing something, right?).
Against Alice's will--against everything she stood for, every angstrom of resistance she offered--the fat librarian made her cum. And not just any orgasm, either--Alice's rapist gave her the single most intense, toe-curling orgasm she had ever experienced, or ever would again. As Alice lay panting, sweating, and disgusted, the woman took off Alice's shoes and socks and began sucking her toes in earnest. Alice watched in a daze as the fat woman then hiked up her own skirt, revealing she wore no underwear beneath, and planted her pussy squarely on Alice's face. Alice tried not to vomit as the woman humped and ground her crotch into her, tried not to scream as she felt the woman insert her own shoe into her already-abused pussy and fuck her with it. Alice tried most of all not to be disgusted as the sweat from the fat librarian's ass worked its way onto Alice's skin, into her clothes and hair ...
The woman came, a shuddering, quivering, full-body orgasm that brought her thighs crashing together against Alice's tiny head. Alice came, too, to her shame, from being fucked with her own shoe. The woman reclined back, resting even more weight on Alice's petite frame as she slowly worked Alice's other shoe into her ass. Mercifully, Alice passed out before her sphincter gave way. Unfortunately, her night of torture had only just begun.
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