BDSM Story – Team Bus, by Vikki Williams

Team Bus, by Vikki Williams

Mike Moriarty, Juan Cruz, Jason Higginbotham, Paul Prentice, Leroy Smith, Fred Baldwin, Perry Eielson and Benny Cohen were sitting in the stands watching the varsity cheerleading finals at Disney World in Orlando Florida.

These eight men had been in the military together. They were part of the Delta team that was the elite response and hostage rescue unit for joint services.

That had made up a special squad within the Delta Force.

Three of the men had been officers Paul Prentice had been an Army Captain who was part of a special forces elite team. Leroy Smith was an Afro-American Master Sergeant from the same unit. Mike Moriarty was an Air Force First Lieutenant from a Path Finder unit. Perry Eielson was a sergeant first class from the pathfinders also.

Juan Cruz Navy Chief Petty Officer was from Seal Unit Seven Fred Baldwin the second Afro American was a Master Chief from Seal Unit Three.

Jason Higginbotham was a Captain from the Marine Corps special service unit Benny Cohen was a master sergeant from the same unit.

Together these eight men made up Delta response team Echo. They were one of the three special units reporting to the joint chiefs and responsive to any rescue or assassination mission. Each man was a qualified, master jumper, demolitions expert, underwater specialist, topographer, and spoke 4 languages including Spanish and Farce.

They had all completed the Army Language School at the Presidio in Monterey California and all had qualified on every small arm and machine gun plus artillery and rocket launchers.

Independently each was a qualified killing machine. Collectively they were an awesome force.

They each had been honorably discharged within the last 60 days. All had planned on a military career. None were married, all were under 35. 5 Caucasians, 1 Mexican and 2 Afro Americans.

All left the service to accept a civilian Para Military assignment for a mid eastern head of state.

The money was just too good to refuse. It was more, for about 5 days work, than they would make in the remainder of their military career.

They were on a reconnaissance mission now. Their mission was to select a college varsity cheerleading team and kidnap the entire team including coaches and any parents or friends that may be traveling with the team. The team was a minimum of 48 cheerleaders. The bus had a 56-seat capacity. So the maximum of non-competitors were 8. That would be mostly coaching staff.

We needed to find a team that was bussing all the way home. That way the time before they were missed would be greater. We had planned on hijacking the bus and driving to the port of Baltimore and bus and all onto a tramp steamer that had been contracted for this. The steamer was using false national registration and was charted to a fictitious destination. Every precaution was being taken that once we had the bus on board and cleared port we would be almost home free.

A rendezvous was scheduled after we cleared into international waters. We were going to meet with a private yacht that would have 25 men on board. We hoped that we would have calm water for the boarding.

Our small contingent was evaluating the contestants. We needed one of the larger schools they were the only schools who were allowed the bigger teams.

All of the guys agreed that the USC team was the hottest looking. But being a west coast team they would go from the competition to the airport and board a plane for Los Angeles. We needed a school that was north of Baltimore by at least a 6 to 8 hour drive. That way we would have about 12-18 hours after we boarded the boat before the girls would be missed.

We planned on grabbing the driver of the bus and switching one of our people. We had reconnoitered the bus route and knew where the food and rest stops were. We were prepared to switch drivers at each exchange point.

Now we needed to select a school. So far we liked Seaton Hall, Georgetown, Manhattan, Villanova and a smaller college in Maine called Ursalina it was an all girls catholic school run by the Ursuline nuns.

These girls were the most beautiful at the competition however their team was only 24 girls and 8 coaching staff 4 of which were nuns.

We needed to stay away from the high school teams because the manhunt if teens were involved would be more intense.

We finally settled on Manhattan the girls were hot and they were at the top tip of Manhattan borough in New York City.

We set our rotation of drivers and all where fitted in rented uniforms of the charter bus company.

Paul was to be start off driver. We snatched the real driver and tied and gagged him. We loaded him in the SUV that we were using. All of us went in one car another car followed. Our plan was we would drive to the first driver exchange point and then after we switched the back up car would bring the finished driver and the newly kidnapped relief driver.

The first stage when off like clockwork. Paul was a perfect employee of the bus company. Helping the girls store their luggage in the underneath compartments. He set out the step stool for the girls to use. These athletic girls bounded right up and into the bus.

Paul took his clipboard and did a head count. His paperwork told him that he had 55 passengers. He counted and came up with the correct number. He identified himself to the head coach. She was as beautiful as any of the girls and a former Baltimore Raven Cheerleader and Miss America contestant. She couldn’t have been a day over 30 herself. She had two assistant coaches and they were hot also. Former team members who graduate last year. The other four were mothers who were acting as team chaperones.

Paul consulted with Angie, the coach. Who got up and made the announcement; it will be 3 hours before our first rest stop. If anyone needs to go now please go. No one made a motion so Paul said, “Welcome aboard, I will be your initial driver and remain with you until we hit Winston Salem.

With that he closed the door and drove away. Winston-Salem was a 6-hour drive; only one pit stop of 45 minutes was scheduled. The girls could relieve themselves and get a bite to eat at the 3-hour away pit stop. The pit stop went off with out a hitch and the bus pulled into the terminal at Winston Salem 5 minutes ahead of schedule.

When the girls where ready and re-boarded the bus. Mike was the new driver. He looked great in the uniform at 27 he was in the top shape of his life and looked like an ad for the Marlboro man.

He went through the head count ritual and pulled out of the terminal heading into Columbia S.C. With another single stop planned. This leg went off again without a problem. The third leg was Columbia to Richmond VA. Juan was the driver on this route. After checking his clipboard and verifying his count he pulled out of the terminal. Two of the mother’s sitting together mentioned to one an other; “Did you notice how young and neat and clean all the drivers for this company are.” The second mother responded. “They certainly are. I feel a lot safer with these men than the crew coming down.” The passengers were now drifting in and out of sleep; they were in the 15th or so hour of sitting and riding. All the passenger reading lamps were off. The girls had to encourage one an other to go tinkle when the rest stop was reached.

When Juan pulled into the terminal at Richmond the girls were really bushed it was 2AM in the morning. Fred was scheduled for the next run, which was Richmond into Baltimore and on board the ship. The pit stop was scheduled for 5AM the girls would still be asleep. All of the men would board the bus then. The kidnapped drivers were left tied and gagged in a rented motel room with a do not disturb sign on it. The room was rented until 1PM. The maids would come in at 1PM to make up the room and find the drivers and release them. They would be thirsty and probably have soiled themselves. Then the manhunt would start. We should have cleared Port of Baltimore by 10AM. The rest stop was reached and the girls went to tinkle most did not want any food a few bought soda or bottled water. Fred did a head count and made sure they were all accounted for and starting to snuggle back into the sleep neglected position that they felt comfortable. Fred waited 5 minutes with the doors closed and the motor running before he opened the doors and the other seven men on the team boarded the bus. The cars had been abandoned. They had been sanitized and were not traceable. Rented with bogus licenses and credit cards.

The coach woke and said. “Who are you?” One of the team pressed on her shoulder nerve and she fell asleep. It was a trick they all learned during the many intensive hours of martial arts training.

The men all had to stand, as every seat was full. They each crouched in the isle so the standing silhouettes would not be noticed by passing traffic.

As we got more daylight the girls began to stir. Each of the men was armed and had an ample supply of plastic ties. As the girls awakened the man in her section secured her wrist to the arm of the seat with a tie wrap. The two girls in the seat were secured together wrist to wrist with the middle arms. Each was warned softly yet with determination any noise and you’ll be gagged. We had another two hours to go. It was now 7AM and we were in Maryland. We should hit the pier at 9AM give or take 20 minutes.

The mothers were the ones who refused to keep shut up. They were graced with ball gags and were not happy. The sounds were still coming from them but now it was muuuuum. The unintelligible sounds that came from a gagged person. The men asked any one else want a ball gag. The coach now was back awake and we needed to gag her also.

The bus hit the pier at 8:57AM three minutes ahead of schedule. The side of the ship had an open bay and a ramp from the pier directly inside. The bus made a right turn onto the ramp and drove unhindered into a large grain storage bin. The door came up directly after the bus entered and the bay went dark. The only light was natural light coming in from hatch opening in the deck.

While the men were unfastening the girls you could feel the vessel start to drift away from the pier. I’m sure it was an eerie feeling for the captives who had no idea where they were or what was happening.

The girls and women were all uncuffed now. The mother’s had their gags removed and immediately started asking questions. They were warned, “Shut up or we’ll gag you and weld them in place.” That shut them up for a few minutes, but being women and mother’s trying to be protective of their chicks they could not stay silent long.

The girls were told make sure you have all of your possessions off the bus. The portals to the bus luggage compartments were opened and the girls were ordered, “Take off your own bags and stack them up against that wall.” That took several minutes. In the meantime the bus was searched for any missed items.
A crew member came down into the hold and said, “We just passed into international waters our guests should be joining us shortly.” We instructed the girls each of you stand next to your luggage and away from the bus.

With that the cargo bay flooded with light. The entire hatch cover had been removed and a sling hoist was lowered. Several seamen came into the hold and fastened the sling around the bus. The entire bus was lifted up and out of the hold and swung away. A few moments later we heard a loud slash as if the bus had been dropped into the ocean which was exactly what happened 15 miles due East of Baltimore, MD. In the Atlantic Ocean. With the doors and windows open it floated less than 3 minutes before sinking into a 2-mile deep trench.

Evidence destroyed.

We sailed another 30 minutes or so before we came upon a sea going yacht of 220 feet length. It was fit for Royalty by whom it was owned. The vessel was so large that it had it’s own helipad and launched a helicopter full of passengers toward us. The helicopter discharged it’s 15 passengers and returned for another 10. The helicopter was scheduled to take us back to dry land as soon as the cargo was examined and the payment was made.

The team went back down into the hold where the girls were still waiting. Mike said, “OK, Ladies remove all of your clothing and place them on top of your luggage.” The girls started to protest. Mike said, “Anyone not naked in 3 minutes will go ride with the bus. Believe me it’s too far to swim back.” Some of the girls started to disrobe. Mike said. “Come on Moms and Coaches too.”

The girls were all between 18 and 21. The two assistant coaches where both 22. The head coach was 27 and the Mothers were 38, 38, 39 and 40 and all extremely attractive and well kept. A bargain that our customer did not anticipate.

Finally all of them where naked and it was quite a sight. We let them keep footwear on because the deck was steel and cold.

The entire contingent from the new African republic of Catswana was on hand now in the hold.

The mothers and coaches were pulled aside and the head coach was ordered to have girls do a routine. She said, “I will not, it’s humiliating enough for them to be naked, I’m not going to make them show off their nudity for your entertainment.”

Juan took out a very large hunting knife and placed it under her left breast. He said, “Two choices, the girls perform or I do a mastectomy here and now.”

The captain of the team said, “Girls let do the finale.” There was lots of space more than they had on the stage. They all took positions and started a series of tumbling passes that just had female anatomy bouncing in every direction.

The visitors were exuberant with applause. The leader of the visiting group said, “Here is your fee. Three million dollars in small unmarked bills.”

That was 375,000 dollars apiece. The money was in a large duffle bag. While we were dividing the money into the gym bags that each of us had brought. We watched the visiting delegation selecting the girls they wanted and leading them out of the hold. The helicopter boarded them in small groups and flew them to the yacht for the upcoming orgy.

The helicopter made six round trips coming back for us fully fueled for the 60-mile flight back to the mainland.
We decided to have the helicopter take us back to the Atlanta area where we had several vehicles stored.
We had the pilot let us off miles away from civilization so that we would not be mistaken for terrorist aircraft.
We were resourceful and commandeered a farmer with a load of peaches and we all rode into the Atlanta area. We gave the farmer $100 for the lift. We bid one another farewell and agreed that none of us were to know an address or phone number for the other. Each of us was to read the classified section of the New York Times every Sunday and look for a specific ad. Should that appear we were each to respond to that ad. Any of us could place it and agreed it would only be used if a potential new assignment were possible.

I wondered how the girls were making out now. As I drove south toward Jacksonville planning on taking the 10 West all the way to L.A.

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