Saved by the bus

Even as the two beauties recovered in a sweaty heap on the bench, the hovering school bus pulled up. Firing a jet of air to halt which sent the girls' tiny skirts flaring, revealing the two pairs of neon micro thongs the girls were wearing, one green, the other blue. The blare of the bus horn was enough to wake the five teens out of their sexual stupor and they quickly set about collecting themselves. Tiffany was quick to extract a handkerchief from her purse, and begin wiping the drool off her face. The boys began stuffing themselves back in their pants, and I had remained mostly clothed during the encounter so all I had to do was sling my bag over my shoulder and march onto the bus.

Finding a seat on the bus on the other hand was the tricky part. Passing the mandatory female restraint sign by the door, Silvia acknowledged the fat bus driver who like usual was receiving his own laboriously long blowjob from another of her unfortunate female classmates, Silvia's soft voice called to him "Good morning Mr. Sullivan." Flashing the big man a wide and practiced smile. He leered back at her while looking her up and down replied cheerfully, while patting the girl between his legs head "Goodmorning, have your tits been growing Silvia, they're looking even better than your mothers ample pair of watermelons!" In this world women's bodies were commonly objectified, so you were bashful to thank him, only wishing you could compare yourself to your overly endowed mother.

But now to even more important things, deciding where to sit. Like any bus, social groups tended to stick together, with the troublemakers in the back, the muscle heads on the left and the fashionistas on the right. You decided it would probably be safest up front, seeing three nerds in one bench, you choose to sit opposite them behind the driver.

Like usual you slide your firm derrière into the seats depression and click your heels to the ankle plate below you, finding the automatic restraint button beside you, and following with a quick flick of the button. The process only takes a moment, but you savor the moments it takes because they tend to be the only moments of freedom you get to experience. Because like mandatory female slavery being a law, mandatory public bondage is just one of the other accompanying laws which were passed nearly 2 decades ago. So it was with no surprise that the seats girders silently moved into position first, a set of arms which position themselves around you. One at your ankles and the other around your torso. Then a set of belts slide out from the seat and encircle the girder, tightening and then locking with a solid click. Finally a head girder is lowered from the headrest, and a metallic silver ball gag is slowly inserted into your mouth. Fully bound the seats restraint safety light clicks to green. Unable to move or even turn your head you are **** to merely endure the ride to school. The buses were ancient and unsanitary compared to public transportation, at least on there a girl can watch a video screen while her pussy gets vibed through the seat. The school however spared no luxuries for its students. The rickety bus was arleady on its way picking up more students as per it's morning duties however. So Silvia merely had to bear the thin silence of her thoughts, as her fellow students buzzed with exhilaration only found in the freshly wakeful. At least until she felt the seat shift as someone sat next to her, but she was still firmly bound and unable to turn to identify them.