By: PinkToy4U
PART 1
"This isn't funny anymore!"
"Lie down!"
"Tali, enough!"
"Shh, don't cry."
"I'll tell—mmmm."
Thin triangle panties silenced me. The round, smooth buttocks of a girl named Tali, who never makes mistakes and whom everyone loves, crushed me. Of course her panties would be stain-free, of course she would smell like fresh strawberries, and I'm not surprised that no one would say anything or stop her when she humiliated me in front of everyone.
My mistake was to sit in her usual seat without noticing, and according to everyone, the appropriate punishment was to be her "loser cushion" until the end of the big 12th grade trip. She pushed me to the floor and two of her friends grabbed my hands. Tali stood on my legs so I couldn't escape and sat down. At first I tried to resist, but Tali kicked me until I almost threw up.
Tali slapped me on the cheek while ordering me to be quiet and behave, although I don't think my quiet crying bothered her or the rest of the class.
The bus began to shake as the teacher called out names while the other students around me laughed and talked. When the teacher got to my name, Tali shouted, "She's my servant today," and all the girls laughed along with the teacher.
At least Tali's butt hid my tears. Unfortunately for me, she was wearing a thin skirt, and I could feel her smooth, bare skin. Of course, I also tasted everything that her tight underwear didn't hide.
My whole body began to shake.
I heard the bus's exhaust start up and the wheels turn.
We set off, and I was officially trapped under this devil for the next few hours.
Tali put her feet on my chest and mumbled something about how comfortable they were for a few moments, then quickly went back to chatting with someone about our trip, complaining about how exhausting a whole week in the desert would be.
Over time, I discovered that Tali's perfect composure was crumbling behind the scenes, and that she was only human; with each passing hour, more sweat began to drip from her onto my face, sometimes even into my mouth, which had been tasting the fabric of her underwear the whole time. I was careful not to open my mouth so that Tali wouldn't realize that I was in a position to be... a "special massage chair."
The worst part was when Tali scratched her butt hole with my nose and crushed it, dragging my head with her on the filthy bus seat. I could barely feel my numb lips, and because Tali had crushed my eyes, I began to see colors in the darkness that had enveloped me.
The pain overwhelmed me. There were times when Tali kicked me in the stomach, I think because the sound I made amused her.
"Can I sit on Anna too?" asked the girl behind us. "Of course not! I don't share my toys."
The heat I absorbed from her became unbearable, but I felt lucky because I could barely feel my own head. I sank deeper and deeper into the bus seat. Tali's salty sweat was the only thing that saved me from drying out. Maybe the air conditioner had stopped working.
All the girls continued to chatter about their plans for the summer, and the girl to my right sat on my ponytail and rubbed it every time she spoke to Tali, sending burning pains through me.
The sweet strawberry scent of her perfume, which had comforted me at the beginning of the trip and reassured me that I would survive until the end, was replaced over time by something sour and pungent that dug directly into my nose, which was deep in her hole, separated only by a pair of sweat-soaked panties.
‘Pfffffffff’
The foul, acrid air went down my throat and brought tears to my eyes. The sensation was so painful in my nose that I jumped up and lifted Tali into the air. I would have screamed if she hadn't kicked me repeatedly in the stomach until I stopped breathing. I collapsed on the floor, exhausted, smelling like a rotten egg under Tali, who was laughing hysterically with her friends at my red face.
My hands fell to the floor and were instantly trampled by a pair of large sneakers.
I have no idea how long I was Tali's stool, but considering that all the girls were silent, I assume they went to sleep.
The teacher came by and offered pineapple and watermelon to anyone who was still awake, but I was too tired to shout at her. Tali's smooth thighs rested on my chest, her shoes stuck to my pussy and occasionally scratched it, sending strange sensations through me.
Tali's pussy pressed against my upper lip and secreted sweat on it. Was she worried that I could breathe, or was I just lucky? ‘Pffffffffffff’
This one was wet and sprinkled fluids that dripped into my eyes I restrained myself from trying to escape again. I have no idea how long I was Tali's stool, but considering that all the girls were silent, I assume they went to sleep.
The teacher came by and offered pineapple and watermelon to anyone who was still awake, but I was too tired to shout at her. Tali's smooth thighs rested on my chest, her shoes stuck to my pussy and occasionally scratched it, sending strange sensations through me.
Tali's pussy pressed against my upper lip and secreted sweat on it. Was she worried that I could breathe, or was I just lucky? I restrained myself from trying to escape again.
"Good morning, girls!" shouted the teacher. Tali stretched for a second, allowing me to see the sunrise from the window. I discovered that the person who had been sitting next to me and trampling on my hands all night was the teacher's assistant. Everything went dark when Tali lay back down on top of me.
The teacher told us about our destination and mentioned the beautiful sights we saw along the way, while I got to see Tali's disgusting underwear and butt.
I heard the girls get up, but Tali stayed put, probably just enjoying kicking me a little more. "Please leave all your belongings on the bus because we are in an area prone to theft."
Tali finally got up, and I couldn't stop coughing. Of course, none of the students looked at me or cared about me, but I didn't care at that moment. I couldn't wait to get up and escape from there on the first bus home, to breathe some fresh air and see some real scenery on the way back, while I cleaned Tali's remains off my face for the thousandth time.
Tali suddenly stepped on my neck with her sandals and choked me. "What do you think you're doing?"
"The trip is over," I muttered.
"Didn't you hear her? Leave all your belongings on the bus."
Desperate, I found the teacher's eyes, my face pleading for help, but she just nodded in agreement with Tali. "We're going to pass by the waterfalls, and it's a shame that Tali will have to sit on a wet seat."
Powerless, I slumped down and apologized to Tali. And so I remained alone in the hot vehicle, waiting for wet Tali to sit on her personal stool.
I stared at the ceiling and sprawled on the floor of the bus exactly as Tali had left me, my shirt covered in shoe marks and nothing to drink but sweat.
"Excuse me," a quiet voice woke me up.
I was surprised to find Mila standing above me. From below, the chest of the shyest girl in the world looked huge, and her butt, wrapped in jeans, was swollen. Her hair hid her eyes, and her brown hands held a phone with headphones.
"What's up?"
"Nothing special, I just couldn't deal with those girls all day."
"I understand you so well!"
Mira smiled.
"What did you want?" I asked.
"Well..." She blushed and I think she looked down under her hair.
"I know you're Tali's bitch and you belong to her, but I'd like to use you a little." My mouth dropped open and I fell silent. What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn't even argue with her because she was right about everything.
Mila took my open mouth as an invitation and sat down.
It was nothing like Tali. A heavy aroma of terrible smells fell on me, her body completely crushed me, and the cold button of her pants crushed my eye.
Even her feet crushed mine, I was suffocating under her stinking body and I felt myself losing consciousness.
"Oh, sorry," Mila spread her thighs and allowed me to breathe. "Thanks, Anna. I just can't stop farting lately, and I was afraid of choking on the bus. Please breathe it all in.."
I melted beneath Mila's rough jeans and her large body, my only comfort being the metal button that cooled me slightly.
"At least with her I could reason" I thought.
"Maybe you could sit next to me and we could talk? I've really wanted to be your friend for a while now. I won't leave."
"If that's the case, maybe you could sit next to me and fart on me whenever you need to?” "What?" Mila stood up a little so we could talk.
"Yes! Yes! Instead of your chair, I'll be the... fart filter."
"Fart filter?"
"Exactly, and every time you tell me, I'll hug your butt so you can release one on me, and I'll sniff it all." I smiled as big as I could.
Milly stroked her stomach and sighed, her pink underwear peeking out from behind her.
"Am I that fat? You didn't have a problem with Tali."
I fell back and lost all my strength. I couldn't lose the only girl who was nice to me.
"It was just a fun idea, sit down. You're as light as a feather." Millie jumped on me and I struggled not to scream.
‘Pfffffffffffff’
Soft rock music spread through the bus as I accepted my role as the class mop.
PART 2
I regain consciousness, confused and drenched in sweat all over my body. It takes me a few moments to realize that I'm not breathing, and a few more to remember why.
Mila has crossed her legs and blocked my only source of air, apart from the terrible farts she releases every few minutes. Mila was right to say she would suffocate on the bus alone, and luckily for her, I spent the last few hours as her fart filter.
My face has lost all feeling except for the dull pain of pressure, as if I had dived into the depths of the ocean. I hate the rough fabric of the jeans Mila is wearing, which rubs against my cheeks every time she moves. I probably cut my lip because of it.
My legs are starting to burn and cramp, but I try not to curl up on the floor and remain as comfortable as possible for my only "friend" in this hellish class.
The darkness around me somehow becomes thicker, and I feel as if I am drifting away from my own body. My mouth opens and closes in search of air that will never come, as my hands fall to the floor.
"Ffffffff"
I swallow a cloud of gas with tears streaming down my face and inhale as much of the rotten soup as I can, filling my lungs with it, afraid that I won't get another dose of oxygen before I pass out for the fourth time.
"Pfpfpf"
The fart enters my nostril and burns like fire. "It feels so good not to be afraid." Mila raises her voice and caresses my cheek. "It feels so different than usual, even a little fun to let it all go."
Luckily for me, Mila farts like a cow at least every two or three minutes, just in the nick of time before I pass out. Her fat pussy crushes my lips as I fold between her ass cheeks.
Unlike with my previous owner, Tali, whose hole my nose fit comfortably into, Mila's jeans prevent entry and force her to crush my nose. I'm afraid of how soft it feels now.
Not that I would ever ask Mila to take off her pants. Even with all its pain, those awful jeans are the only thing keeping me from being sucked into Mila. I'm really anxious about how she'll smell without that layer of protection. Her underwear is probably stained with toxic substances that I'll have to taste, at least I don't have to taste her sweat too.
"Pfff."
"That was a serious one, Anna," I hear her whisper over the rock music in her headphones.
"How do you put up with all those farts? My mom usually kicks me out of the living room after the first one. You're such an amazing fart cushion."
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"I honestly can't remember the last time I sat in a car for three hours without throwing up from my own smell! You handled it all with no problem. It's like you were born to eat girls' farts."
"Three hours" is all I could think about. I've been swallowing this cow's farts for three hours.
"Pfff."
A horrible aroma of unrecognizable smells wafted around me, hitting me in the stomach and chest. The same one that Mila enjoyed putting her shoes on as a footrest and reducing the amount of air I could hold inside me.
Suddenly, daylight revealed itself to me. I managed to see the window with its view of red mountains and thin clouds, and of course the huge ass that had been sitting on me for several hours and Mila's pink panties.
She smiled at me and pecked me on the forehead. "Thank you so much, you're amazing. Please don't tell Tali that I used you without permission."
Mila jumped out of the seat, and I immediately closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when I heard her footsteps receding. Finally, I could sleep.
"Wake up, bitch."
I hadn't even started snoring before I got a ringing slap that opened my eyes to a pair of white panties that I had stared at too many times.
"Why are you still here?" Tali shouted. Apparently, I had whispered so softly that she couldn't hear me, so I got another slap in the same spot. I forced myself to raise my voice.
"Because you told me to stay here."
"Do you think I want to use a used chair like you? Get out of my face before I turn you into my portable toilet."
Despite the fatigue, the pain in my chest, my trembling legs, and my dazed expression, I managed to stand up and run away as fast as I could. Maybe I succeeded because I imagined Tali pulling down her panties and feeding me the worst disgusting thing her body could produce.
I took one step toward my chair.
On the second, I stumbled.
In the third step, I had to grab the armrests to keep going.
The room around me began to spin.
I suddenly noticed how thirsty and hungry I was.
Everything sped up, and I could feel my limbs failing me.
Everything went black.
Back pain woke me up, but when I tried to get up, it just moved to another part of my body. The pain went down to my hips and continued down my legs. If I had been able to move them, they would have surely buckled.
I couldn't lift my head, which was half on the floor, so after a few attempts, I peeked up to see what was happening above me. I discovered different shoes and the girls from my class stepping on me without noticing.
I saw all kinds of legs and skirts walking around the bus, one pair of underwear being replaced by another. Sneakers and flip-flops took turns stepping on me as different girls searched for their seats. From the fattest to the thinnest in the class, each one stepped on me while I gave up on trying to warn them that I was lying on the floor, that they were wiping the mud on their classmate. I couldn't make a sound when they pushed me to the ground. I tasted mud and everything that was on the girls' shoes, and I couldn't open my right eye because mud had gotten inside it.
The girls in my class chattered as they climbed on top of me and crushed me. I felt shoes here and there smearing the dirt they had collected during the trip on me, sometimes wiping their feet on my face and scratching my skin.
I couldn't even cry no matter how much I wanted to. I felt every bone in my back going crazy and burning with pain. My head was spinning and I wanted to throw up. I'm scared I'll break a part of my body soon.
Once, a girl had a fight with her friend and started jumping on my face. I was slammed again and again onto the floor, and in the shock, I spat blood.
I felt like trash. I'm sure I looked like just another obstacle in the way, just an empty space that people could step on without a second thought. I really am just a rag that everyone can use.
I felt like trash. I'm sure I looked like just another path, just an area you can walk on without thinking twice. I'm really just a rag that anyone can use.
I kept quiet and accepted my place. Sometimes the girls would stop me to talk to their friends, if I was lucky on my back, sometimes on my limbs, and they would kick them, but most of the time they stopped on my face.
I had grown accustomed to the relentless pain of the girls, but no amount of forewarning could have prepared me for what I felt at this moment: a pair of knives stabbing deep into my skin. One was on my back and the other went straight into my mouth, piercing my tongue. Despite the pain, I managed to open my eyes for a second and glanced at a pair of black heels worn by long legs covered in black tights that extended to a tight black leather skirt.
"Daniel."
Silence
"Eli."
The bus remained quiet.
The shoe came down from my back for a second and landed on my forehead. It scratched my skin and opened it up. God, I wanted to scream when I felt the blood flowing.
"Anna?"
“…”
"Tali, where's Anna?"
“How the hell should I know”
“You used her”
“And then I threw her away”
"You're standing on her," Mila replied.
No one answered. I waited tensely while the teacher continued to poke me and bang my head. I bet all my clothes were covered in footprints from the girls in the class to the point that I looked like part of the floor.
"Anna, go to your place," the teacher snapped without getting off me. Of course, I couldn't answer.
"Are you ignoring me? Fine, you little brat, if you enjoy being under us so much, stay there. To be honest, I thought about you and brought you food and water from the snack bar, but whatever, I guess a rug doesn't need to eat.
I heard something being thrown into the trash can to my lefthand side. My heart sank, and I allowed myself to fall asleep.
The bus came to a stop and I woke up again as dozens of feet trampled me on their way out. Mila was cute and said thank you as she wiped her feet on my mouth. I felt a pleasant tingle in my stomach from her kind words.
I had stored up enough energy while sleeping to drag myself to class while the assistant teacher counted all the girls. She definitely missed me again.
I quickly left the bathroom so I wouldn't have to look in the mirror. My stomach turned just thinking about seeing myself after a whole day of being sat on, farted on, thrown trash at, and stepped on. I must look like a corpse.
I gently opened the classroom door and fantasized about falling onto the bed and never getting up. That's probably why I didn't notice the hand that grabbed my arm.
"Lie down on the floor," my teacher ordered.
"What?" I whispered.
The teacher pointed to the floor.
"Look how shiny the floor is. The cleaners must have worked on it for an hour. I don't want to be mean and let my students ruin all their hard work, and since I don't have a doormat, I'd rather have them use you.
I didn't even argue. I laid down on the floor with my head toward the entrance and prepared myself mentally. The teacher put her foot on my mouth and started to apply pressure, gently putting more and more weight on my face while she typed on her phone. I couldn't even open my right eye, and with my left eye I couldn't see anything except my teacher's thin orange underwear. The sound of buttons being pressed spread through the familiar room.
"I told everyone to be careful to use you before they come in."
The teacher wiped her foot, stretched my lips, and stuffed mud into my mouth. "On second thought, just stay there for the whole class in case someone comes in late."
The teacher sat down, and shortly after, I heard the bell ring.
"At least we can start the class on a fun note," I heard Tali say above me. She was already pulling my hair.
She kicked me in the chin and jumped on me, pressing her shoes as hard as she could into my stomach. "For a whore, you're pretty useful," she kicked me in the nose. "As a household tool," Anna laughed and got off me.
"Oh... are you sure that's okay?" The girl above me didn't ask me for permission, but rather the friend waiting behind her.
"I think so... Anna's into that kind of thing."
"Does she get turned on by the whole class using her?"
"Of course. Didn't you hear what Mrs. Dani said to her on the bus? Anna is a kinky slut who likes to be abused."
Before I could answer, the fearful girl lifted her shoe and smeared mud on my mouth too.
"Anna—I mean, rag, please open your mouth. I want to clean the sand off the part that won't come off."
Like a trained dog, I obeyed and opened my mouth. The girl smeared sand and mud on my tongue, which I found difficult to swallow, especially since she was wiping her other foot on my throat at the same time.
After she finished using me, the girl moved on, and the other one quickly used me to clean herself. The girls after her also used me, and one of them spat in my clean eye. Now I couldn't see anything at all.
When one leg broke me from the sheer weight, I knew right away that this was my friend Mila. The truth is, it warmed my heart when she said thank you.
One after another, girls came and used me, some swearing and laughing at me while others ignored me completely. Now I can't even blame them because thanks to Mrs. Dani's angry outburst on the bus, they all think that's what I want.
After what felt like an eternity, the teacher climbed on top of me again and stabbed me to slam the door shut. I got hit directly in the head and started hearing ringing. "Move next time," the teacher grumbled and got off me.
Apparently, I suffered enough because no girl was missing. I managed to get through that hour and a half without going wild and to catch my breath. I even managed to wipe my eyes after one girl
threw a used tissue into my mouth. After class, all the girls walked over me without saying a word, even Tali just stepped over me quietly. The teacher poked me in the ribs one last time and left me alone in the classroom.
Or so I thought, until my stomach was crushed.
"What's up, Mila?" I gasped.
"How was class?"
"Really fun, I ate everyone's shoes."
"I envy how open you are with your kinks." She put her foot in my mouth for me to lick, which I did as I realized what a hole I had dug for myself with that sarcastic answer.
"Do you want to walk home together? I remember seeing you a few times on the path with me this year."
I couldn't lose the only girl who didn't look down on me, who was genuinely interested in me and saved me from the new hell I had fallen into today, so I nodded, and after I finished polishing her shoes, my new friend and I set off.
As we walked, Mila kicked me in the ankles and smiled at me as if she were doing me a favor. The scorching sun reminded me that I hadn't drunk anything but water from the hot tap on my way out of school, and the saliva that Mila was "kind enough" to spit into my mouth.
"I hope this hurts enough," she said after asking me to lie down on the mud on the sidewalk so she could use me as a bridge.
Mila and I crossed the intersection in front of my apartment. Never in my life have I been so happy to see this broken house. I'm sure I'll even be excited to see my mother tonight.
"Anna," Mila patted me on the back.
"Yes... Yes, Mila?" I was tired of the fake smile.
"I know you live here and everything, but... ugh, my feet are already hurting so much from walking, and I was hoping you'd agree to get down on all fours and let me ride you to my house." She paused for a moment and stepped on my foot. "I can fart on you like you love! And my house is only a twenty-minute walk from here, so it won't take too long."
It took me a minute to digest her request, and another minute to get down on the floor. Mila wasted no time and sat on my back in a cross-legged position.
After one last glance at my bedroom window, I began crawling shakily with my new owner toward her home.