Bus Ride – Part 1

This is a fictional story that does include violence and rape. If this type of material offends please do not read on.

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This story is for Gaby who inspired me through her emails and fantasies.


Bus Ride – Part 1

This bus is horrible, Gaby thought to herself as she sat in the cab of the No. 57. It seemed to chug and squeak at every turn and had no vah vah voom at all. Just a typical day! Gaby had only passed her bus driver test in the last few months and was still trying to get to grips with the job but she seemed to be consistently given the worst busses in the depot. A typical guy thing, she assumed, since she was the only female driver on duty this week. It just seemed to Gaby that the men at the depot just seemed to look down on her. And that was in a sexist way rather than sexual. But she caught her boss recently looking down on her in a slightly different way as his eyes delved deep into her cleavage.

Sexist pigs, she thought to herself as the bus chugged again pulling into a stop. Three men in their twenties got on and dropped some coins into the machine. They were mean looking, dirty and expressionless. They didn’t even seem to notice the plump brown haired Gaby behind the wheel of the bus. She dutifully issued the tickets and one man grunted what sounded like a ‘thanks’ but she couldn’t be sure. Checking her mirrors she indicated and pulled back out onto the main road and the bus chugged again as it attempted to get up the steep hill.

Gaby glanced at the clock in her cab which indicated 1121pm. She was pleased that this was the last run of the night. And with only 2 more stops until she returned to the depot she was looking forward to her two day break from work. The thought of the hot bath back to her house and since she was off work, a nice cold glass of wine made her smile. She was thinking of what she might want to do on her day off as she drove past an empty bus-stop. One down and one to go, she smiled. Gaby was so caught up in her own thoughts that she hardly noticed one of the men moving forwards towards the front of the bus.

At the last minute she did see him in her mirror and thought about the approaching stop where she would need to pull in to let him off. He came alongside the cab and glanced at her, noticing her tight uniform. It appeared too small for her body, the buttons pushing out and almost popping. Glancing up briefly and smiling at the man politely Gaby started to indicate to pull in. But this action was met by his voice.
“Just keep driving!” He said in what sounded like an order. “I’ll tell you when to stop!”
“Sorry? What?” Gaby was confused. That was her last stop prior to her return to the depot. “You wanna go back to the depot?” She asked glancing up at him again.
“I said just keep fucking driving!” He now said aggressively and Gaby turned again to see a knife in his hand shining against the sheet of plastic between her and the man.

Gaby froze and suddenly turned to concentrate on the road ahead. “Please don’t hurt me!” Gaby said in a frightened voice. “I have money in my bag that you can have but the bus fare container is sealed and that can only be removed at the depot!”
“Shut the fuck up you silly bitch!” Came the firm reply.