Tonya & Teddi: The Bus Ride

Sis!

Sis! Answer your goddam phone.

Omg don't make me put all of this in a text!

Shit! Ow! Omg aaagh ????!

Okay fuck it. I'm gonna send this cause it's too fucked up to wait till I see you. But if you ever EVER show this to anyone ever I'll fucking kill you.

You know I'm not bluffing.

Okay maybe I am bluffing but how about this, if you show anyone these messages, I'll text Stacy the picture of you and Carrie in the "vermicomposting" project! Yes you know the picture. I was there remember.

And if you ever hint anything about this to John then I really WILL fucking kill you. This time I'm not bluffing!

Owwww oww fuck fuck ouch! Shit fucking hell!????

Yes I'm on the bus now. Still hours more before I get home and I have no idea what I'm going to do to hide this mess from John. Fuck.

You remember just before I left, you pointed out that it was getting cold and the bees at your place were slowing down and some were dying off and you said "watch out, because this time of year they get confused and angry?"

Yeah anyways you were right. Just after you hugged me goodbye and Stacy gave me that kiss... remember? You made a joke about your girlfriend getting thirsty for your sister and she actually got all flustered. Maybe she does like me. Do you think? Or maybe she was awkward cause you were acting all fake jealous, which is pretty fucking hypocritical if your ask me but whatever sis. I don't tell you how to live your life, I just keep your secrets. Even the ones that crawl at night! ????!

So yeah. The last you saw of me I was waving from the bus window and maybe you waved back but if you did I didn't notice because I heard something buzzing, practically inside my ear! I jumped and pulled away from the window, I fell back into my seat and realized there was a black and yellow bumble bee ???? bumping up against the window, on the inside, with me!

I almost panicked. Of course you know, it wasn't because I was afraid of getting stung, (lol) but because the bus was filling up and I was afraid someone would see it. If even one person screamed, someone else would come over and there would be no end of it until some asshole smashed its guts out! I couldn't let that happen. Bees are sacred. ( I don't have to tell you). If I had a paper cup or a pop bottle maybe I could capture her and after the aisle cleared I would take her out the front door just before the bus left.

But I didn't have anything like that. I didn't want to just grab her with my hands because then she would probably panic too. So I asked myself what you would do; then it became obvious. I undid a button in the middle of my blouse and reached into my shirt to rest my hand below my clavicle where I always spray the perfume... you know what I'm taking about... the same perfume you always use... I use it... for the same reason you do. After a couple seconds I was sure my fingers would be fragrant enough, so I pulled my hand out again and held it up to the window.

It worked! The frantic bee smelled our special perfume and turned it's attention to my fingers. She stopped flying and crawled up my index finger into my palm, trying to make sense of the sweet scent that you and I always wear when we want to compete with the flowers ????. As soon as she was in the center of my palm I gently started to close my hand into a loose first, careful not to crush...

"Excuse me, no one is sitting here..."

A huge man was talking to me. At least I think he was talking; I didn't see his lips move. He must have been six foot five, built like a football player, dressed like a biker. Without waiting for my answer he sat down in the aisle seat, blocking me in.

"Actually I need to..." I started to reply but then I screamed because when he distracted me I had closed my hand too quickly and the annoyed bumble bee stung me.

I don't easily lose control, and like you, I'm... "Experienced." So I managed to clamp my mouth shut and my scream turned into more of a moan, but my eyes started bugging out of my head and tearing up. I'm pretty sure I looked like a complete freak and I thought that would be enough to make the dude get up and leave but he just looked me over with contempt like I was a little bug to him, and he settled down into the seat. I was stuck, and then, to make things worse, the bus started moving.

The pain in my hand was increasing, but I knew if I stayed calm I could handle it and I wasn't going to give up my mission so easily.

"Please be calm Teddi" I said under my breath, begging the bee to stay still. "I'll get you out of here"

But the bus was moving and this scary guy was ignoring me and I didn't want his attention right now so I realized I wasn't going anywhere, and Teddi (yes I still call all my bugs Teddi, don't laugh) wasn't getting off this bus soon. I needed to calm her down and keep her safe. I needed to give her more nectar... Or perfume. I brought my right hand slowly back to my shirt which was still unbuttoned in the middle. (My bra was probably on full display to the dude beside me, if he looks!) Still careful not to draw his attention I slid my hand back inside again and opened my hand just enough to let Teddi out.

I almost yelped again and just jumped the tiniest amount as her wings buzzed for a second. I felt the man shift beside me a little but I couldn't worry about him right then. Teddi stopped buzzing but I could feel her six fuzzy legs walking on my skin. She was making a bee line ???? (yes I know) for my sternum. Not what I expected because most of the perfume was higher up. But then I felt a cool drop of sweat sliding between my breasts and I realised what she was after. I guess what you've always said is true. There's something especially sweet about us twins. Every crawling thing seems especially interested in our scent and all our fluids. It must be in our genes.

At least the bee would be safe for a few minutes and maybe I could think of a better plan while she occupied herself beneath my underbust. I took my hand out of my blouse and started to try to refasten the button when I felt like I should look up.

The biker dude was just staring at me. No expression, but it seemed like he had been watching me the whole time my hand was in my shirt. What the hell? Shit did he see the bee, did he know what... No he probably just thinks I was feeling myself up beside him for some reason. Great.

And of course my right hand is bright red and swollen and even kind of oozing a little. I can't really use it at all. And while I'm wondering what next, the guy just reaches over and buttons my shirt up, but not like in a gentlemanly way. Fucking creep! I'm furious and yet I feel totally helpless and just say nothing. Also while his hands are all over my shirt and he's taking his time with it, I feel Teddi start moving south. She must have had her fill of the moisture in my sternum because she's working her way towards my belly button. Her legs are so soft but her tarsals are as sharp as needles and I can't stop myself from letting out a little whimper.

Which is perfectly stupid of me because the man who is obviously a serial killer, and who already has his hands on me takes this as encouragement and stops even pretending he's helping me button up my shirt. I try to grab his arm but as soon as I touch him with my poison-puffed right hand my brain explodes in pain; I can't even see for a second. When I clear my head again he's holding his hand over my mouth, staring in my eyes (WTF is wrong with his eyes!?) and shaking his head. I can't explain what came over me but I knew in that moment that no matter what happened next I would not, could not scream. I wouldn't be saying another word unless he let me.

In a few moments he's undone all the top buttons and is roughly attacking the front clasp of my bra. I stare around wondering why no one does anything or says anything. But on this long distance coach, the seats are too high. No one can see over them and this man is so huge no one across the aisle can even see me. And even if they did, what would they even do? This man is unnaturally terrifying. I don't think they would even dare to ask him if I was alright. He breaks the clasp and my bra opens like the petals of a beautiful flower and my breasts spill out into his hands, nipples treacherously erect, eager, waiting. Waiting, but not for long, because without saying anything, without even giving me a look, like it's the most natural thing in the world, he leans forward and puts his mouthparts on me. What the fuck is wrong with his mouth? I can feel his teeth slightly pinching my nipple, no it must be his his tongues. Tongues!? I feel a horrifying realization creeping out of the back of my mind, but I violently force it back. No! This is not happening. I try to think of you.

I try to think about when we were happy and innocent and full of each other's secret shameful joys... Ahh! Teddi starts moving again. My shirt is tucked into my jeans and surely she's scratching and scrabbling to get under my waistband. There's no way she... Oh God. She's so strong. Bees can be powerful burrowers. Carpenters can chew their way through a wooden beam... And she's past my belt! I'm only vaguely aware of my rapist's activities now. He's definitely drinking something from my nipples but what? I feel an unnatural flowing sensation. I'm not, there's no way I can be lactating and yet... He's taking something from me and I can't stop it. My body completely betrays me, cooperating with this interloper. Feeding him.

Teddi doesn't show down. She reaches my panties. I brace for her to wiggle under them, I fully know where this is going. No matter how insane everything is, it feels inevitable, unstoppable. For one wild second I look left, out the window; the bus is cruising past a vast meadow or bog. Yes it's more like bog with purple and burgundy bushes spreading away from the highway. Blueberries! ???? I think to myself.

I was wrong, Teddi doesnt wriggle under the weak elastic band of my cotton panties, she is biting through it! I feel the gentle release of tension as they peel apart under her razor sharp mandibles. It's eerily parallel to the way the creep who's almost completely on top of me now opened my bra. Again I feel like I'm blossoming under her touch, opening up, offering her my secret nectar. The scars around my vulva don't always have compete sensation but with Teddi I feel her every step!

She's on the thin hood of skin directly covering my clit and I feel like I'm being electrocuted. My body quickly convulses in almost a wave which ends with my chest flinching away from the hungry mouthparts on my nipples which pinch ferociously, possessively and painfully. This time I do scream... No I don't. I only think I do. I'm screaming in my head but all that comes out of my mouth is the faintest sigh.

Teddi isn't interested in foreplay. She has a destination in that demonic bee brain of hers; leaving my throbbing clit behind she dives between my hairless outer labia. Again, despite the nerve damage, I feel everything. Everywhere. Methodically she pulls them apart with her first pair of legs. It's like being pried open with microscopic pliers. Then using the rest of her legs she pushes her stiff fuzzy body into mine. None of this makes sense. Bees aren't supposed to do this and yet none of it feels surprising. It's as if I had seen all of this happening to me in a forgotten dream.

I can't see anything anymore. I can't even tell if my eyes are open or not. It's like the physical sensations happening to my body, the man on my breasts, the bee in my pussy, are so much that my brain decides to shut off my optic processing... Or perhaps it's her poison, perhaps even after the hundreds of bee stings I've enjoyed in my life I'm finally fatally reactive. Perhaps my whole body is shutting down. Maybe. But that's not what it feels like.

It actually feels like I'm coming alive for the first time. Waking up inside. Like I was made for this. One tiny part of my brain is trying to object. It says this is all wrong, stop Tonya, you're being sexually assaulted on a moving bus you're being attacked by a parasitic bee. You need help... But the voice of reason in my brain is getting weaker and my body is screaming, no singing, drowning out all rational responses. The revolution, the insurrection of my own flesh is almost complete. Yes! The body says. Come in. Drink me. Eat me. Take your fill. Find what you want it's for you... It's for you it's for you!

And both man and bee respond as if they really hear this imaginary invitation. Teddi begins sliding past my surprisingly moist inner lips. Usually I have very little natural lubricant. But since she walked all over top of my clit I've been in full flood. Freshet! She burrows and glides into me without any resistance save the involuntary shuddering of my vaginal walls. She's looking for a place to put her eggs, I think. (No that makes no sense!) And for one fraction of a second I fret about my lack of uterus, my cavity that ends ignominiously. Terminating without a cervical opening. There's no inner chamber beyond the vestibule. But that thought cannot linger in the face of the sensory onslaught.

The strange man has moved his hand down, my blouse is now fully open. I can't recall when he ever undid the other buttons. He lifts his head off my breast and presses his mouth parts to my lips. I think my eyes were closed the whole time but they open now to behold a horrifying sight. His eyes are directly in front mine now and I finally see what's wrong. He doesn't have two eyes. He has hundreds, or thousands! I'm staring back into a pair of glittering compound eyes.

His left hand on my neck is so massive it wraps around my throat completely; it's as though I'm collared and though he isn't doing so right now, I'm sure the slightest squeeze would crush my windpipe. He's simply holding me in place, positioning my head just so. His right hand undoes my belt and unsnaps my jeans. Strangely I'm relieved that Teddi has already squirmed as deeply in me as she has, hopefully to safety.

But can she get deep enough to avoid what's obviously about to happen? I wonder. But then I can't think anything anymore. His tongues are down my throat. Scratching me, slippery and corded, like a tree root growing into and filling a pipe he's clogging me up. For the first time on this whole hellish trip I think of John. Of his cock on my lips, always so tentative, both of us too precious by far with our cherished genitals. And yet I could coax him into my mouth. Always half hard half soft but always undeniably human. Absolutely nothing like what's invading my orifices now!

Suddenly everything stops. I am faintly aware of things happening outside mybody around me in the real world but I can't follow the plot. The things retract from my throat. The 'man' pulls away. His right hand zips my pants partway up. I'm being pulled to my feet. What's happening. The world is still. Has the bus stopped moving? No one is getting up. I can't take everything in all at once but the man is telling me to... not with words though; he's making me get up. He has my purse. No I have it don't I? He's pulling me out into the aisle and I'm supposed to walk.

Everyone is finally noticing me. But they don't look sympathetic. Some look on with disgust, others are leering at me. Many simply look away when I try to meet their eyes. I remember I had wanted to yell for help at earlier. Now is my chance but I can't form words. All that comes out of my mouth are the same pants and little moans I was making before. I'm still confused about what's happening but I'm not confused about my feelings, a flood of hot burning shame rushes through my body. Starting from my dripping pussy and ending in my toes and fingers. I reach down to pull my shirt closed again but my stinging hands explodes in pain again. With my left hand I try to hold my jeans up while I walk forward past everyone. I think we're being kicked off the bus. I can't tell for sure. The driver doesn't look at me but stares out the window until we're both down the steps.

Where the fuck? It looks like a service station but the bus doesn't stay. It's moving rapidly, its huge wheels flinging stones up at us as it lurches back up into highway and is gone. I don't recognize anything but I'm being pulled into the store. I look at someone for a second. They stare at me mutely then shake their head and look away. They've given the man a key and I'm propelled outside again. Why won't anyone help? Why can't I ask for help? Why can't I do anything but moan and long to be touched again. We're behind the gas station now, I thought the key was for a restroom but we're moving away from it, across a gravel yard towards a series of storage sheds. We get close to one but the man still doesn't open a door instead he pushes me up against the wall beside it, lifts me up a foot or two and then pins me against the wall with the full weight of his massive body.

He's obviously going to rape me now and then kill me afterwards, I think calmly. I find I'm not scared; I only feel covered about two things. First I worry about you. I feel like I need to warn you about this. It's as if anything that happens to me could happen to you too. It's funny because you have always protected me. I was always more vulnerable than you. I had so many more secrets and liabilities and yet as my twin you took them all upon yourself. And now I've put myself in ultimate danger and I'm afraid it will somehow catch up with you too. If I'm right I'm sorry.

Next I worry about Teddi, perversely. At this point I should accept that she's much more in control than I am and yet this whole thing started with me trying to "rescue" a bee and all I can think is that I've failed. She's hundreds of miles from her nest or colony now. Surely there's no way she can ever find her way back to her sisters or her queen. Lost. Just like me.

But she's not acting lost. I can suddenly feel a flurry of movement from the very back of my vagina. Again this surprises me because I usually feel very little besides a dull ache. Even when cauterized with silver nitrate it didn't specifically burn, but right now I can feel her movements so intensely it's almost like I can see her. She's taking up a position... waiting.

Ooohgh! The man has found the tattered cotton of my panties and torn them off the rest of the way. My jeans are bunched up by my ankles, my memory is missing a few steps but he's finished all the preparations and is inserting his... No he's lowering me onto his... Appendage. It's not like John's cock which is smooth and almost perfectly cylindrical, a carefully crafted work in its own right. Nor is it like any of the diverse cocks I sampled in person or in unsolicited sexts back when i really got started. But it is unmistakable in its function. It has a pink bulbous tip with what appear to be no less than FIVE urethral orifices. Only the head resembles human flesh. The shaft is chitinous and segmented like a scorpion ???? tail. The segments flex and move with uncanny prehensility and as the thing (I can't call it a "man" anymore) positions my body, its appendage snakes it's way into my vagina.

Now I'm really worried. This thing is more than long enough to reach Teddi and for the first time in the last hour I'm properly scared. But there's nothing I can do, my body has been ignoring my wishes and volition so long now my mind is done trying. I'm just along for the ride and well I guess the pleasure too. As he, it, enters me I feel at first the familiar painful stretching. Just like the weekly ritual, (but ironically with better lubrication.) However I feel something new. Waves of pleasure cresting above the pain threshold sending my body into spasms. I squeeze my pelvic muscles together, (I've always been proud of that skill) and as I do so I can feel each and every segment sliding into me. The man-thing has put his mouth on mine again. My lips and teeth are pulled apart by some strong grippy mouth parts and the knotted stringing roots are surging into my mouth, over my tongue and deep into my throat.

I'm being crushed against the wall of the shed again. My cunt and my throat both being rhythmically thrust into. I can't breath. I don't think I can breath. I don't know how I'm still conscious. My mind files "breathing" and "consciousness" away as curious topics for future contemplation. And in and out he keeps going and I'm just feeling it all up and down inside me. And in the pit of my stomach no my diaphragm... No my womb. That's impossible. But in my womb I feel an opening up so over again in a fluttering of wings or a buzzing of petals. Suddenly there's extreme pressure inside. I'm being torn apart inside. Something suddenly breaks! Pain mushrooms through me and out and surrounds me so that I'm in it. And yet I also feel sooooo high. The thrusting things inside have almost seized up juddering like a spear thrust into a tree. I'm impaled on it and pinned to it like an insect stabbed with a needle. I'm helpless and wriggling.

The thrusting gets faster and shorter in amplitude until it's simply vibrating at a higher and higher frequency and I can't stand it I can't handle this I can't survive it I am being dismantled, unconstituted. I don't think. I'm just screaming and finally it stops all movement except for a voluminous pumping surging fluid entering me. There's no way my mini cavity I can contain such a quantity. Sure enough, I feel the tiniest liquid trickle starting to flow down the inside of my leg. It's drips along my inner thigh almost to my knee and then oddly stops. There is a sharp dry noise like a switch being thrown or a brittle willow branch snapping. A locust clap of sound vibrates from the inside of my cunt and several things happen at once. The bug-man's spunk stops leaking out of me, the pumping and thrusting movement stops completely, and mister monster stiffens up like a dead tree and slowly, with me still attached, begins to keel over, (also like a dead tree.) We crash to the ground together. It feels like I've been stabbed in the guts because I have been stabbed in the guts. By some unlikely luck the insect man's tongue tendrils have softened and loosened up and they cushion my face rather than lacerate it. I'm stunned, trapped in its now wooden embrace, both of it's hands still rigidly gripping my naked hips.

For a while I lie still, passively waiting for the next thing to happen to me. But it doesn't. Nothing happens for a long time and eventually I realize we've gone off book. According to my common sense script I was abducted, was being raped, and was about to be murdered, (two out of three isn't bad), but I'm alive. And my biker-hulk serial killer rape-bug is an empty husk of the man he used to be. He's not quite meeting my minimum standard (and believe me I have low expectations) of after care. So it's time to move out; it's not time to cuddle.

As soon as I decided to try to escape it all turns rather messy. Getting the tongue tendrils out of my throat involves a lot of coughing and gagging. Eventually I am able to extricate my head, (though I'll probably be picking bits of bug floss out of my teeth for the rest of the week.) I wriggle my hips like my life friends on it and with a bit of help from my one functional left hand manage to loosen late loverboy's grasp of my ass. But the last attachment turns out to be the hardest. The prehensile bug dick stuck inside me won't come out! Even with it's massive linebacker sized body beneath me and my feet on either side in a good cowgirl squat position I can't deadlight my cunt up off its cock! I try and it feels by like all my guts are going to be ripped out of me before I can move.

Auuugg! FF fuck sakes! Why didn't it just kill me properly! This is one WAY worse way to die! I start to cry.

Crying while literally cunt-locked to a crunchy shell-corpse is a whole painful activity in its own right and I'm in such agony and making so much noise that it takes me a while to realize something else is happening. There's a crispy crunchy snacking noise coming from inside me. It's almost at if Teddi, whom I had almost completely forgotten about, is MUNCHING a bag of corn chips inside my mangled vagina.

My first feeling is relief and disbelief that she's alive.

"Teddi your alive!!" ????

My second thought is despair because she is probably stuck in there and will likely die the same way I will.

"We're both going to die! ????"

But I'm wrong yet again when I think this bee is as helpless as me. After a minute more of crunching sounds I feel the thick plug inside me finally start to shrink and even recede. The segmented scorpion tail starts to slide out of my canal and I'm so excited I try to stand up but first I have to scream, (I've lost track of how many times I've screamed in the last ten minutes but my voice is almost completely gone) because I've just been stung! And then I'm stung again. And again. In the pussy! The pain is over whelming and I faint, falling over beside the husk of a former hulk. Before I black out, the last thing I see is Teddi calmly crawling out of me.

I don't think I'm out for long because when I wake she's still on my knee cleaning her wings and letting them dry in the sun. I'm lying on my back in the gravel beside a locked storage shed next to a pile of something so unrecognizable I can't imagine how it ever managed to pass as a human and obtain a cross country coach ticket. My pants are just hanging on to one ankle. My body is mostly naked with my shirt in shreds and no sign of my bra anywhere. I suddenly start worrying insanely about my lack of sunscreen. I need to find some shade.

My pussy is completely swollen shut. Whatever the thing put inside me, Teddi clearly wants it to stay there. I'm scared to death of what's going to happen when I try to pee, but I'll deal with that in a minute.

You're probably wondering how the hell I'm writing any of this. Well it turns out bugface mcfuckme kindly brought my purse with him when he abducted me off the bus. And it, along with the mysterious key, was still on him when he expired. So that's why I still have my phone. I was even about to call you but just as I rang your number, before you picked up, Teddi flew up and stung my mouth making it swell up too. I have now accept that she clearly has a plan for me and it will be better for me if I just go along with it. I know that sounds like a weird point of view but I think my whole world view has been radically adjusted today. Aside from wanting to see you again I low key don't care about anything else in the world besides this bee and whatever has been left inside me. I want to find out what happens next.

When I do, I'll text again.

Your loving sister,

Tonya ????